Manson Lecture 15: TREASURE HUNT! (February 8th, 1998)

Wealth …

Our nightmares split. Made of lead and glass and steel, made of old broken pianos and rotten meat – you can’t focus on the lines, because it’s all blurry. Your mom looked at you, when you were born, and she said: “YOU ARE MY LIGHT! YOU ARE MY STAR FLOWER!”, but then she went back to hook’ing and using and shooting heroin up through her snatch …

Your MOM … YOUR TRUE ONE … she left you, in the cold, not knowing or caring. She chose the horse … the dragon … the powder over your sweet head. She’d turn you out to make money, and then hand those wages to her dealer … MARTY.

Marty sold her everything … Marty hit her with a pillow case filled with hotel size hand soap. Marty screamed … Marty disappeared in 1943 …

After all this? – you think … “MAN …how do I become RICH?”

HOW DO I ESCAPE THE SWEATY TRAP OF EVIL JUNGLE LIFE?

How?

… you are a man …

YOU HAVE THE GOLDEN HALO FLOATING OVER YOU …

It’s wonder, and magic and a sprinkling of old stories involving dukes and ladies and knights and swords and death. After every late night of drinking, you could pass out … listening to ELVIS and thinking about OLD STORIES and OLD WHORES … BUT YOU HAVE A GOLDEN HALO … you have the light.

A careful examination of the universal construct reveals the following: that we are all trapped in smog and bogus drug delusion and the problematic instruction of a teacher? A mentor? A holy man that grabbed you by the hair and dragged your ass behind the sacristy, for a little one-on-one GOD instruction … but that old priest was too drunk, and went too far, and it was time to take a rock and open up his mind.

Treasure map …

In 1966, I found a treasure map.

On the map were symbols and sketches and notes written in Latin …

The map described islands and rivers. It showed a way to the Lands of T’blos, where goose masters controlled all the eggs, and the lost children of SLOG stared in wonderment at that ghastly bullshit …

The map was a way to the other world. The world of power and control. The world of women and money and fast cars and good drugs …

But the map was also a warning: this map showed the way of obsessions … obsessions built on compulsions … compulsions made of anger and barbed wire and that switchblade you buried behind the school after you shiv’d that cop. The map was caution and knowledge, the map was there to block you from your DEVIL-GAME.

The map is the key to the lock which opens the door and that leads to a room with 5 tunnels intersecting … and there’s old black rabbit there named Kevin … and he stares at you with fire and destruction. Your heart begins to melt, your eyes turn bloodshot, your mind starts to float towards HEAVEN.

Old guards and Harlot-Maidens …

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