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on: March 21, 2015, 14:40


Legendary Blue Smoke: An Epic Rock’n’Roll Fantasy!

That’s right! We’re pleased to announce the publication of Philip H. Farber’s newest novel, Legendary Blue Smoke, a fantasy tale set in New York’s Hudson Valley and in realms of imagination. Available wherever books are sold!f

Order from the publisher here:

“Imagination, Insight and the Third I – Irreverence. Phil Farber serves as the hyphen between Science and Fantasy; the 'n' between Rock and Roll. Along with style and wit, the secret ingredient in his prose is magic galore.”
– Paul Krassner, author of Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut: Misadventures in the Counterculture

Legendary Blue Smoke
by Philip H. Farber
paperback, 464 pages

ISBN: 0986214000

With a world-vibrating whoosh, a vast saucer-shaped spaceship dipped down through the atmosphere, blotting out the afternoon sun. Ian turned and there she was: Jane, his wife who had passed away 15 years ago...
Once upon a time people wore t-shirts that said “Ian is God.” In this century, though, Ian Better, 1970s guitar god, is old, alone, and about to lose everything he owns. In order to reclaim his life, Ian has to reunite Blue Smoke, his legendary band, and play a few concerts. But then there were flying saucers and dead wives and everything tilted into mythic confusion. On tour in a world where gods, aliens, imaginary friends, dead relatives, and cartoon coyotes are part of everyday life, the aging members of Blue Smoke discover the government's secret archive, history's greatest pot farms, the Land of the Dead, a town without rock’n’roll, and the secrets of time travel. Legendary Blue Smoke is a crazy psychedelic trip through worlds both perplexing and profound.

Philip H. Farber is the author of Brain Magick: Exercises in Invocation and Meta-Magick (Llewellyn Worldwide, 2011), The Great Purple Hoo-Ha (Mandrake of Oxford, 2010), and Meta-Magick: The Book of Atem (Weiser Books, 2008), among other titles. His articles have appeared in Green Egg Magazine, The Journal of Hypnotism, Hypnosis Today, Mondo 2000, High Times, Paradigm Shift, Reality Sandwich and many other unique publications and web sites.

Praise for the books of Philip H. Farber:

As blatant propaganda, The Great Purple Hoo-Ha is funnier than Catholicism and slightly less disgusting than ads for colonic irrigation. -- Rev. Ivan Stang, Church of the Subgenius
Farber is well known for his nonfiction on occult and Neuro-linguistic Programming topics, if he keeps his hoo-ha up he might become well known for his comedic SF/F as well. – Fantasy Magazine
Farber's writing is a joyride through the psyche. Absurdity and the internal workings of our own beliefs are less than a hair's width apart – and Farber illustrates this with inimitable style, humor, and a kitschy sense of self- referential pseudo-realism.' -- LaSara Firefox Allen, MPNLP, author of Sexy Witch


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  1. Phil

    Welcome everyone to the Meta-Magick Forum where the discussion is open to any topic related to magick, NLP, hypnosis, neuroscience, memetics, meditation, and consciousness exploration.

  2. cable123

    Looking for someone to practice with James in Essex County, New Jersey
    contact me at

  3. mduxx3

    hi.can u practise alone Brain Magick or practising depends on a group,if so which Phil’s book can i get to practise alone because the are no study groups here S Africa.

  4. BrandonB


    We started out with set and setting. Candles, Shpongle, comfortable chair, handmade warm blanket (it was in Chicago in the winter after all) the pipe was prepared in advance. 80MG spice with some cannabis to support it in the pipe and keep the DMT from burning. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a few moments. My guide, my friend of many years, had volunteered to help me and she waited patiently until I was ready. I took the first hit and held it as long as I could, handing the pipe off to my guide.

    It was deep, and I thought, was that it? It was very comforting and full of love, I felt so good. I rememeber just laughing and laughing. Then it hit me, I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. I asked for the pipe again and took another hit, even bigger, clearing most of the material in the bowl. I held that until the room started to come apart.

    I knew then that I had enough. I was out of my body in an instant, rushing right through the barriers that had always held me back. I remember sending the signals back to my body to keep breathing, keep my heart beating. I felt the autonomous nature of my body shudder and stumble a bit, but that didn’t last long. At first, I saw the cartoony hallucinations, monkeys banging cymbals, geometric shapes spinning in endless variety and expanse. When I looked closer, I realized that was just another barrier, a projection from my own thoughts. I… pushed on it, for lack of a better word, and it fell away. Then I was gone. I ceased to exist. My once cohesive sense of self was scattered over an area so large, it dwarfed the capacity of human understanding. It was everything and nothing. The entire universe flew though me in an instant. In that instant, I knew everything. I had a perfect clarity of understanding. I knew then that I wouldn’t be able to remember it all, the gray matter wasn’t capable of storing it all, but it didn’t matter. I knew I would never again need to wonder about the WHY of it all. My brain was not constructed to contain it.

    There was a moment of fear, a moment of wondering where I was, how I would get back. In that moment all my prior experience came back to me, and two spirit guides appeared to me. I call them the architects, and they had been present for most of my smaller DMT experiences. They comforted me through that period, and then I understood that fear, the meaning of ego interruption, the loss of self and why so many people were scared to do it. I rememered all the other DMT experiences that I had helped with and witnessed, and the challenges I had seen and I understood all of it. I was full to the brim with understanding beyond words. An eternity of knowledge coursed through me. It was the ultimate satisfaction of every curiosity I had ever felt. It was sublime, but incredibly difficult to maintain for long.

    I knew the source of every religion, every ideology. I knew how an incomplete understanding of it could be distorted into almost anything. My own understanding is woefully incomplete but I could see that, know why, and release myself of the burden of attempting to understand it. I didn’t need to share it, I didn’t need to explain it.

    There was a point of transition, a magnetic field of some sort that interacted with the scattered particles of my now completely shattered sense of self. It was very scary, but my guides were there to remind me that I had nothing to fear. Passing through that barrier was slower on the way back, I felt those particles begin to collect back into a familiar shape. I had a strong sense of a field of white and blue waves or particles. It was warped in a way that defies Euclidian geometry. I felt the overwhelming feeling start to fade and I knew the DMT was breaking down in my body, the exquisite tuning of my brain into the greater cosmic reality was fading, retuning to the shared reality tunnel of this physical world. I remember opening my eyes for a second and the room was hugely distorted. I could hear Terrence McKenna’s voice on the Shpongle track talking about gnomes. I told him that I didn’t see any gnomes but I saw everything else and started laughing, cackling. I could feel the love and support from my friend as she watched, making sure I was OK, it was a beacon that helped me to slip seamlessly back into my body. I knew I was alive, but I also knew why and how in a way I had never understood before. I knew that I was alive by choice, not because I was afraid to die.

    The layers of understanding that remain are disjointed and chaotic but coalescing. There are so many things that I was relentlessly hunting that I no longer need to look for. I can’t explain or describe everything I experienced, but I knew in that moment that it was all according to plan and there was no need to try to put it into words this brain could process. What I brought back, I feel like has value beyond anything I have ever experienced as it is. I don’t need to name it, I don’t need to define it, I know beyond knowing that for one moment I knew that it was set up for a reason, a good reason, but something that I have no context to understand, and my physical body lacks the means of fully comprehending it. Some would call it God, I’m reluctant to use that term, but it was certainly a realm of thought beyond the material.

  5. Mikhael

    Looking for someone in the Sierra Foothill near Fresno, Ca to practice with.

  6. Tatiana

    I’ve had an interesting experience with symbols, language, and gestures throughout my life, far before discovering the labels that “Magick” put on these things. Magick gave me the collective words that could help me communicate what I was already doing with others for them to understand. This was treasured and priceless since I quite know what it feels like to not be able to communicate with the world. I moved from Italy when I was seven years old, not knowing much English (although my family did their best to teach me ahead of time). Thrown into American schools not knowing the language gave me a unique perspective on other ways to communicate, the gift of solitude, the collective importance of gestures, and much more. From this point on, gestures, sound, various ways of communication became crucial to me. At 17 I began formalizing it… into small rituals with more structure than when I was 7. I made recitations that functioned to clear the air between people entering my space… since I realized I was an empath early on. This is why this exercise makes me smile.

    This exercise formalizes something I already do… which is nice. 🙂

    My activity: taking a walk
    The Ritual Frame: ( i struggled with this… making it way too long, academic and hard at first) simplified it to, “I will walk as a clear channel to the divine.”
    Gesture: Drawing down of light from Keter to Tipareth… a finger above the head touching white light and pulling it down to Tipareth at the Anahata chakra.
    The Closing: a simple adoration of “thank you” and touching the Anahata chakra

    I will test it out walking to the bus tomorrow after my morning routine.


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