The Big Picture

May 18th, 2005 by

You are all figments of my imagination. To be precise, I programmed peripheral quasi-intelligences into the core so that, when immersed, I would have the illusion of being one of a crowd instead of the God-like central mass around which all else orbits. What I experience as “my life” is simply the latest consumptive session in this Matrix/Truman Show hybrid. If sometimes I have flashes of former lives, this is because my program has failed to completely block memories of my earlier games – a design flaw more likely to occur if I’m doing the virtual life quivalent of a 48 hour continuous Championship Manager binge.

As I create the universe around me, through a process of unconscious (to my immersed self), artistic perception, I weave patterns in the fabric. Thus I shouldn’t be surprised when motifs reoccur over and over throughout the experience. Coincidence and synchronicity are merely side-effects of the not-quite-total amnesia to which my out-of-matrix mind willingly submits. Deja vu is just that.

The problem of course is that my uber-mind undermines your unter-mind. We can’t all be the creators. Lock two solipsists in a room and the first thing they will do is try and kill each other. Ha! You’re dead and I still exist. Therefore I must be the creator. There can be only one. Bags I be Bagpuss.

And so, I vividly recall when I was only about 6 years old lying in bed and thinking about when I died and imagining being subsumed into the Godhead and being terrified because I didn’t want to disappear into some group mind. I liked being Simon Nugent and was horrified to think that someday my unique pulse would disappear or become dilute. This sensibility has been expressed in very modern form by the Transhumanists, ambivalently awaiting the technological singularity.

The atheist existentialists didn’t offer the comfort of any afterlife at all. We are simply ants on a rock hurtling through a vacuum and when our ridiculously short lives are over there is nothing for us personally except Oblivion (with a great, big capital “O”). Anything else in life is a distraction. You must face this horror full on and keep looking at it even if it makes you physically sick (the famous nausee). The fact that we are conscious of our own impending negation is a cruel cosmic irony that makes our existence even more tortured.

The two attitudes described (melodramatically, I admit) above seem to me to be ubiquitous within our culture. At one end of the spectrum the ego as God and at the other end the ego as transient nebbish.

Take science a case in point. In the nebbish corner along with the existentialists, the “hard” men of science would like to relegate the personal consciousness to a by-product of chemical reactions in the physical brain. If there is a mind it is mereley a ghost in the body’s machine, a machine which itself is driven primarily by the blind watchmaking DNA. The whole universe is a clockwork extension.

In the “we are God” corner you have the “new age” scientists who jump on the latest discoveries within Quantum theory to show that the universe is brought into existence by the act of perception of a conscious subject. Ultimately they describe a reality very like the solipsistic computer game described above.

One of the best attempt to make sense of this is Jung’s theory of Personality Development. (I say “best” but what follows are articles of my faith. I find them useful and fun but they are in the final analysis unprovable and entirely subjective). He proposes two key forces within the mind – the Self and the Ego. The Ego is the better known one, it is the “I” I am normally aware of, the one who travels around in my head all day, the one with all the ambition, the one that reacts well to flattery and strikes out when thwarted.

The Self on the other hand is a more mystical force. It is a combination of an individual spiritual blueprint which identifies each of us uniquely but also which extends beyond the individual and merges with the planetary consciousness.

The usage of these terms is necessarily specific because although the word “self” is used frequently in popular culture (e.g. self-improvement) nearly always what is meant is Ego. Thus an attitude described as selfish is, under our definition, more correctly described as Ego-ish.

According to this model, when we are born the Ego barely exists. It is almost completely subsumed in the Self. The newborn child knows nothing of its own personality. It cannot even distinguish itself as a separate entity from the mother. Gradually, the Ego fights its way free of the Self and establishes its own independent, conscious kingdom where its own agenda can dominate. The Ego must constantly battle for consciousness and the effort can only be sustained for a limited time after which we fall back into unconsciousness (sleep).

Jung (and his colleague Edward Erdinger who specialised in this area) reckoned that the first half of one’s life is typically taken in the attempt of the Ego to battle its way out of the Self. And like any war it is not a smooth advance, rather sometimes the Ego grows quickly, sometimes it backslides towards the Self. Either of these movements, if taken to an extreme, can become dangerous and relate to where I started this post (might there be a point to this after all?).

The first danger is called Ego-inflation and here the Ego, breaks free of the Self just enough to have an identity of its own but is still mostly overlapping with the Self and incorrectly identifies all the feelings of power, all the linkage to the planetary consciousness and the divine, with itself and not the Self.

The second danger is Ego-alienation where the Ego, in its drive for independence, goes too far in the other direction and cuts its ties with the Self and thus loses much of the vitality and meaning that it needs to sustain it.

By now you will have joined the dots between Ego-inflation and the “we are God” corner and Ego-alienation and the “nebbish” corner. I won’t labour the point any more just now – suffice to say that I have enough material for (at least) another post entitled “The role of the inflated Ego in the Cult of Celebrity”. (Come to me for counselling, Keira. I can help you. It’s not the shape of your bum that matters, it’s the size of your Self).

The decisive fact about both these pitfalls (and psychoanalysts delight in discovering many, many others besides) is that while we are unaware that we have fallen into the trap, we cannot get out. Psychoanalysis is, at heart, an effort to make our unconscious mental habits conscious so that we can begin to change them. A physical analogy may make this clearer: if I have got into the unsconscious habit of picking my nose in public it is extremely unlikely that I will ever stop until it is brought to my attention by someone else (possibly by holding a mirror up to me). To Jung this was the most fundamental principle of all. He said: “As far as we can discern, the whole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”

If the first half of your life involves steering a way past the twin sirens of inflation and alienation, the second is meant to be about the re-engagement of the (now conscious and mature) Ego with the Self. This process is described by Jung as Individuation and is essentially the development of a fully conscious personality but one which is so in tune with its Self that the spiritual uniqueness of the Self expresses itself in the Ego. To Jung, ’personality’ is a particular term not to be confused with the loose sense in which we use it today. It is the opposite of unconsciousness; it is the hard-won individuality, the flame in the darkness quoted above.

Marie-Louise von Franz, Jung’s long-term colleague, nicely encapsulates the essence of Individuation when she says:

Individuation means being yourself, becoming yourself. Nowadays one always uses the cheap word ’self-realization’ but what one really means is ego-realization. Jung means something quite different. He means the realization of one’s own predestined development. That does not always suit the ego, but it is what one intrinsically feels could or should be. We are neurotic when we are not what God meant us to be. Basically that is what individuation is all about. One lives one’s destiny. Then usually one is more humane, less criminal, less destructive to one’s environment.

For me the drive for individuation is like the Quest for the Holy Grail or, more generally, any spiritual/psychic quest. Sometimes our personal Quests can yield absolutely concrete, tangible results but there is another, psychological and symbolic dimension to Questing which exists simultaneously with, and complements, the physical quest. This symbolic dimension is the individual’s ongoing attempts at defining and refining their unique personality (i.e. the process of Individuation). But this process is extremely hard and the structures and guidelines that once existed to help people along their way no longer resonate with our modern minds.

On the one hand we are unfortunate to be born into this particular time for, as Edward Edinger describes:

We seem to be passing through a collective psychological reorientation equivalent in magnitude to the emergence of Christinaity from the ruins of the Roman Empire. Accompanying the decline of traditional religion there is increasing evidence of a general psychic disorientation. We have lost our bearings. Our relation to life has become ambiguous. The great symbol wich is organized Christianity seems no longer able to command the full commitment of men or to fulfil their ultimate needs. The result is a pervasive feeling of meaninglessness and alienation from life. Whether or not a new collective religious symbol will emerge remains to be seen. For the present those aware of the problem are obliged to make their own individual search for a meaningful life.

On the other hand we are actually lucky to have this freedom that is pressed upon us. For as the Gnostics realised:

No one comes to his true selfhood by being what society wants him to be nor by doing what it wants him to do. Family, society, church, trade and profession, polotical and patriotic allegiances, as well as moral and ethical rules and commandments are, in reality, not in the least conducive to the true spiritual welfare of the human soul. On the contrary, they are more often than not the very shackles which keep us from our true spiritual destiny.

And James Hollis, speaking of the need for personal individuation, spells it out even more clearly:

The more you are like others, the more secure you will feel, yet the more your heart will ache, the more dreams will be troubled and the more your soul will slip off into silences. Finally, one day, you will have forgotten that you have a soul ? you will rise, drive through the traffic, arrive at work, and not remember how you got there.

Regardless of whether we want it or not, we have been forced on our own personal Grail Quest. This is our curse and our blessing. We can take up the challenge and follow the Quest wherever it will take us – hopefully enjoying more frequent bouts of “conscious individuality” as we go, or we can allow ourselves to be distracted by society’s enchantments, choose comfort over adventure and drift along leading an unconscious and unexamined life.

We are human needles in a gramophone and the world is a vinyl record. As we follow our true path, banging off the world, we send out our totally unique music. Of course this is hard and painful ? there is plenty of our blood on these tracks ? and we never run a true course across the record. We scratch, hiss, skip grooves, get jammed ? even run backwards but, if our general motion is to follow our bliss, this disturbance is only feedback in the single of our lives. If the Angels emit a constant stream of perfect notes then we humans are more Jesus and Mary Chain. But, as Jung reminds us, God loves human beings more than Angels.

The dancer Martha Graham puts it more succinctly:

There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.

And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium, and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.

You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate YOU. Keep the channel open…

And this is where Psychic Questing has such an important role to play. In the absence of structured guidance from the traditional religions or from society in general, it is at least an exercise that snaps us out of the glamour that holds us in thrall to the mundane and puts the red thread back in our hands. It forces us to follow our whims (the first law of Questing is ’go with it’); it physically re-connects us to the countryside and uses us to map new lines of power over the landscape; it forces us into the inner space of our psyches to confront the demons and spirit guides that reside there; it fosters creative, active imagination so necessary to the replenishing of our impoverished symbolic life; it teaches us history and, by focusing us on the lives of individuals in other ages, gives us a sense of place; it counteracts the tyranny of the rational; it trains us to silence the inner critic and listen to the nervous whisperings of intuition; it evidences the power of the individual.

At its best, Psychic Questing is an artform and a way of life, a means of staying on the Quest to find the Grail.

Postscript: There are of course as many others ways of attempting individuation as there are people. One of my faviourite authors at the moment is Daniel Pinchbeck whose attempts at Individuation using psychedelic drugs are wonderfully documented in “Breaking Open the Head”. This is a high-risk approach as one of the potential effects of (at least) some psychedelics is blasting the Ego to pieces. While a little of this may be good for deconditioning the Ego from a lifetime of adapting to societal demands, too much will blow you back to the infantile state of an Ego that barely exists and is overpowered by a pre-conscious Self. What Jung is suggesting is not a regressive move like this but rather a loop around the spiral so that we come back to an identification with the Self but this time also with a highly conscious Ego. Still, the book is superb reading and his next (due in 2006) promises to be just as good concerning as it does the prophecies around the year 2012.

Postscript 2: Some of the above has been used by me in other places, most notably the Psychic Questing FAQ. However, this is the first time it has all been brought togther to show the big picture. Thanks to Smiler for sparking the thought.

Fr Bonaventure’s Revenge

May 10th, 2005 by

At about this time on the 13 May 1991, I was sitting in front of my father’s 8088 computer using WordStar to type out a letter. Although this makes me sound rather old, the technology was well outdated even then and a few months later we were to make the leap to a 386sx (and, much to my anguish, a few months after that the 486 would become widely available).

Anyway this post is about the letter I was writing not the technology I was using to write it (although thanks to technology the original electronic version of the letter survives having moved from 5.25″ floppy disk to 3.5″ disk and from Ireland to Australia and back).

It was a very strange letter. I was pretending to be a friend of mine (Peter) and was writing to one of the lower profile monks in the boarding school that we had both attended (Glenstal Abbey). We been out of school for three years at this point which means that I must have been about to sit my final college exams (so the fact that instead I’m writing weird letters to barely known monks is entirely in character). In the letter I am describing a ficticious argument between Pseudo-Peter and another friend, Pseudo-Gus, concerning the existence of ley lines. Pseudo-Peter, the “author” of the letter, is the believer while Pseudo-Gus is the sceptic. Pseudo-Peter appeals to Fr Bonaventure to supply him with various pieces of ley line related information that would convince Pseudo-Gus that there is something to them after all.

Fr Bonaventure was a most unlikely recipient of such unsolicited mail. He had never taught us in school and I can’t ever remember talking to the man. He had a reputation as a prodigious smoker which was graphically emphasised by the nicotine stains in the front of his (otherwise) white floppy hair. When I later had occasion to help move his belongings out of a seminary room in Maynooth College, I wondered that the university had painted the room such an odd shade of yellow. It was when I removed a painting and saw that the wall underneath was brilliant white that I suddenly realised the entire room was coated in nicotine. That story I can personally vouch for being absolutely true. Another story, more apocryphal but which I also believe, is that he once tried giving up cigarettes but within five hours he had gone blind and was in such a state of agitation that the doctor summoned by his anxious brethern advised him that his body was so dependent on nicotine that it was more dangerous to quit cigarrettes than to continue smoking.

Unfortunately, I can no longer remember why Fr Bonaventure was singled out as a recipient of this lunacy. I suspect it may have been simply a throwaway comment such as “Bonaventure’s your man for ley lines” that set me on my deranged course. Equally sadly, I can no longer remember whether I actually posted it or not although I suspect that I did because a second letter written two days later to another monk (and even more bizarre than the first) definitely was sent. Had I not sworn off drugs following a psychic attack in Toronto the previous year, I would definitely be holding myself up as an example of their debilitating effects. As it was, I was entirely clean though evidently unhinged. I can only suspect that, coward that I am, I genuinely did want the ley line information but wasn’t brave enough to ask for it outright. For fear of actually being sincere, I further wrapped it in a smart-arse format so that if I was ever asked about it I could laugh the whole thing off as a clever send-up of the unsuspecting monk.

Now we jump to 24 March 2005. I’m having a chat with my mother about a slew of articles that I need to get written for my Psychic Questing website. Andrew Collins is strongly of the opinion that I need to show the historical precendents for Questing and I agree so am looking to rope someone into doing a Joan of Arc article for me. Mother throws St Brigid into the conversation and I make the connection from Brigid to Bega, who features in a Psychic Questing book by Alex Langstone (see details here ). Further, both appear to have links to the goddess Diana and when Mum tells me that Sinéad O’Connor is heavily into Brigid and spends some time at Glenstal it is clearly only a short jump in logic to think that she, Sinéad, could write an article for me elucidating the Diana/Brigid/Bega trinity.

Fast forward to 26 April 2005. I am attending a trade show in London’s Olympia. My commute from Haslemere is not without it’s own aspects of the irrational (I can get from Haslemere to Clapham Junction directly very early in the morning but not thereafter – and I can’t return directly from Clapham Junction to Haslemere at all) so I have plenty of time to read the new Grail book by Richard Barber. I subsequently write a review of it for psychicQuesting.com (see the full review here if you’re interested) in which I agree that the Eucharist is the key theme of the original Grail romances but question whether there may be a Celtic influence at work as well. I write:

I agree with Barber that the particular incarnation of the Grail appearing in the Grail romances relates directly to the Eucharist. There is a 15th Century manuscript of the “Lebar Brecc” which appears to be a compilation of much earlier material (possibly some are a translation from 10th Century Latin sources) and this contains descriptions of the Eucharist ritual in use by the Church at this time so again it would be interesting to see whether there were any parallels between the Celtic source and these stories.

On 7 May 2005 I receive an email listing recently published books by old boys or monks of Glenstal Abbey. On the list is a book called “The Rites of Brigid: Goddess and Saint”. The author is listed as “Seán ~ Duinn” [sic]. A little niggle at the back of my mind makes me return to this again and again until I suddenly realise that Seán Ó Duinn might be Fr Bonaventure’s lay name. I go to the Glenstal website to see if I can get any information on the monks and I see that the same Seán Ó Duinn (who is indeed Fr Bonaventure) has, within the very same week (April 23 2005), given a talk entitled Glimpses of the Eucharist in “The Quest for the Holy Grail”.

Perhaps the letter was sent and perhaps, Bonaventure latching into my thoughts like a psychic vampire, this is karmic payback.

Experiments with Mind Machine

April 29th, 2005 by

I recently came across an intriguing book called “(Amazing and Wonderful) Mind Machines You can Build” by G Harry Spine. The brackets in the title don’t *actually* appear but that’s how I imagine it should read although it’s quite possible that my mind is simpy scarred from the 80s songwriters of my youth who continuously bracketed out parts of their song titles which didn’t need bracketing at all – for example “Don’t You (Forget about Me)”, “I Want To Be There (When You Come)”.

Anyway, I was rather pleased to find that I could actually build one of the Mind Machines described, a piece of three inch square paper, slightly folded diagonally in the same direction on both sides to give a vaguely pyramid effect and spinning on a needle stuck in plasticine.
The mind Machine
The idea is that you cup your hands around the device (without touching it) and then make it turn first one way and then another using only the power of your mind.

This certainly allowed for easy testing so with my new energy wheel I cupped my hands around it and furrowed my brow. Weirdly it immediately began shooting around in an anticlockwise direction. Startled, I removed my hands and it quickly came to a halt. Regaining my cool scietific detachment I sat back and waited to see what would happen if I did nothing – i.e would it move anyway due to draughts in the room. Although there was some slight movement of the wheel nothing remotely like what I had just seen was repeated until I put my hands back around the wheel and off it flew again.

Now despite my success with the anti-clockwise spinning I couldn’t make it stop and turn back in a clockwise direction. Also, to negate the possibility that you could be unconsciously spinning it with your breath, G Harry recommends putting a transparent container over it (glass as plastic won’t work apparently). As soon as I did this the wheel stopped moving completely and no amount of hand cupping would make it budge.

I now removed the container, held my breath and attempted to mentally spin the wheel and again it worked (insofar as once more it shot off in an anti-clockwise direction). Thinking that I could still be unconsciously letting tiny but highly targeted bursts of breath out unconsciously, I deployed my final piece of equipment.

Your Experimenter
The result was still that I could spin the wheel furiously in one direction.

Perhaps only one half of my psychic brain is developed and like a fish with only one fin I keep spinning in unidirectional circles. Anyway the partial success of the experiment has encouraged me to attempt further tests and if anyone else tries and suceeds I would be very interested to hear.

A Shot in the Arm

April 17th, 2005 by

My blog is experiencing something of a mini-revival after (1) finally being registerd on Google and (2) attracting over 70 400 hits on my Pope article. (I realise that 70 400 is not so many for your average blogger but as this is a fringe blog, languishing for many months in semi-dormancy, I feel quite proud of that). Inspired by this surge in popularity (ha!) I have gone back over the old articles and given them all titles, as the import from the old Infra-powered blog didn’t create these and WordPress really needs titles to be effective. Apologies if this resends all the articles to your RSS readers.

Also the “see articles by author” functionality on the righthand sidebar now works properly.

Gloria Olivae

April 5th, 2005 by

The upcoming conclave to determine who will be the next Pope allows me to indulge in two of my favourite activities – betting and wild prophecies.

Somewhere at the back of mind, I thought I remembered a prophecy that said if a black pope was elected, that would signal the end of the world. However, having done some brief searching on the internet (and having definitively ruled out my main candidate – the Secrets of Fatima) I can’t actually find proof of this. I have heard mutterings that Nostradamus was the man who made this prediction but again can’t confirm this.

Far more interesting and (potentially lucrative) are the prophecies of our own St Malachy. Apparently he was given a vision of all the popes from his own time (1143) to the end of the papacy – some 112 popes in all. You can see a good review of Malachy’s papal prophecies here but for our purposes the crucial fact is that the next pope will be “Gloria Olivae”, The Glory of the Olives.

After exhaustive research I can now confirm that this could only refer to Cardinal Jean-Marie Lustiger. Cardinal Lustiger was born of Jewish descent and Jews are identified with Olives (Mount of Olives=Jerusalem). In addition the rumour goes that he was once rector of an Olivetan school (the Olivetans are a branch of the Benedictines).

(It has been asserted that “the glory of the Olives” could equally apply to Cardinal Martini, the Archbishop of Milan but this is flippant dissembling to divert the unwary).

As for actually placing a bet on the identity of the next Pope, the only site I can find which is currently taking votes is PaddyPower.com. Sadly, this very morning they removed their 1000-1 option of Fr Doughal from Craggy Island. (If you don’t believe me see the original BBC story.)

Anyway I fancy £20 on Lustiger at 20-1.

*** Stoppress ***
New psychic material delivered overnight has pointed the finger at Cardinal Antonelli. Antonelli has links with Umbria and one of Umbria’s finest winemakers is – Antonelli. The winemaker Antonelli (and they may well be related) has a very nice wine museum (which Lisa and I have visited) but also do a very nice line in olive oils. Therefore, Malachy was clearly referring to Antonelli when he said “Gloria Olivae” and I hereby slap my £20 on him at 14-1 (latest odds from Paddypower.com).

Coincidence or Synchronicity

March 15th, 2005 by

A very strange sequence of events has happened to me over the last three days. Yes, I know that we look for meaningful patterns in the myriad random events that occur, forgetting the meaningless ones and seizing on the meaningful ones. But this is very strange…

On Friday I went to drop off some graphic samples to a company that is making us exhibition cabinets. They are based in High Wycombe and the AA website told me to come off the M40 at Junction 3. I did this but it brought me all the way through the eastern suburbs of Wycombe and out the other side so I decided to not go back through the town and try and hit Junction 4 of the M40 by continuing westward. In the event I never did find Junction 4 but ended up rejoining the motorway at Junction 5. However, my new route took me through “Old Wycombe” and I noticed intriguing signs to the “Hellfire Caves”. I clocked this away and decided to look it up on the internet when I got home.

On Saturday I went to Midhurst to talk to a man about a carpet. On the way back to the car Lisa dropped into a butcher’s shop. I stayed outside with the children. As I loitered in the butcher’s carpark a man came from the nearby wine shop and loaded a case of wine into the boot of his car. I was shocked to see that the name of the wine was “Thelema Mountain” as I associated “Thelema” with Aleister Crowley and I wouldn’t have thought that to your average quaffer this was a great draw. Anyway, when I got home I searched for this on the internet and found the vineyard in question as well as the whole background to their name. Interesting that Crowley wasn’t the person who invented Thelema nor the famous dictum “Do what thou wilt…” but had lifted it from a sixteenth century Catholic priest called Francois Rabelais.

Yesterday (Monday) I was doing a major tidy of the study at home. I came across an old “magazine on CD” that I had purchased a couple of years ago called Duat Magazine. This was such a success that the first edition ws the only edition (although another is threatened “soon”). I wondered if there was any material on there that I could use on my website and scanned through the contents. Whilst looking through the magazine I found an article that I had never seen before (you’ll have to trust me on this) by a lady called Robin Crookshank Hilton. A quick search on the colourful Robin showed that she was now the UK Editor-in-chief of Phenomenon Magazine (which briefly owned The Daily Grail, but that’s a whole other trail…). Her most recent article, entitled “From Hellfire to Hieros Gamos” is all about the Hellfire Caves and associated “gentleman’s club” created by Sir Francis Dashwood who took inspiration from Francios Rabelais and who in turn inspired Aleister Crowley.

How spooky, you have to ask, is that?

Come fly the friendly skies…

August 17th, 2004 by

A while back when I was looking for airlines that flew between Belize City and San Pedro, I came across Maya Airlines and found this little gaffe on their web site.

Last night, while searching for a similarly lateral way to travel between Haslemere and Brittany (near Dinan), to my great joy I realise that I can fly with British European from Southampton to Jersey, change at Jersey and then fly on from there to St Brieuc with a little-known airline called RockHopper. Now apart from a name that doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence, check out the photos of their fleet.

But even better than that is this little beauty on their timetable:
Click here for a fullsized picture

Lastly, they are running a caption competition here which may reward your wit and invention with free tickets to said destinations.

Psychic Questor discovers mythical fountain of youth!

June 25th, 2004 by

Thanks to Alex for this one.

(For those who don’t know this is my desk at work.)

Psychic Questor

More Glitches in The Matrix

June 3rd, 2004 by

OK this is a good one. As you know I’ve been building towards my psychicQuesting.com website. Now that I’ve cracked a lot of the technical issues, I’ve been giving some thought to design. My theory on all of this, in the best rock tradition, is to immediately rip off the things you see on other sites that you like. Using this approach I have already found a version that I like of what will become the website “motif” – a Holy Grail (well, what else were you expecting?).

Continuing in this vein I’ve been checking out the websites of some of my cultural heroes to see what they’ve done. The one that stands out for me, both because of its design and because it is similar to what I dream of psychicQuesting.com becoming, is Julian Cope’s website Head Heritage.

Two of the many gems that I found there are: (1) directions to a layby on a motorway in England where the “big baby” who featured on the covers of some JC albums was going to be dumped. Sadly this was a past post and the big day had already come and gone otherwise I would have been waiting with a rented Hi-ace. (2) A link to this site on a tampon alternative . I can’t wait to see ads for this on TV.

Wondering who the designer of this was (I thought that I could ask him for some tips), I did some background searching and found out that it was one Chris McGrail.

Completely true. The cracks are showing.

…proxied mass name-based virtual hosting…

May 31st, 2004 by

As you can see things have taken a turn for the better since my last posts.

I had to abandon the idea of setting the Alcatel DSL modem to the Linux box. Sure, sure, you’ll find plenty of articles telling how to do it. Load this or that version of the microcode. Don’t load it at all. Run the Mandrake configurator. Never run it. Start at boot. Start at boot and it will never work again even if it used to. Finally, for the sake of my sanity and my marriage, I gave up.

That means that my Windows XP machine continues to be the gateway to the internet. I set up Apache on the Linux machine which, after my modem dramas, was incredibly easy and well-documented. I still needed IIS (as the point of first contact) to pass back internally the URL that had been requested. Unfortunately IIS can’t do this without destroying the original information about what was requested. ISA Server can but this is a beast of a package and certainly more sophisticated and expensive than I was willing to take on.

Eventually I realised that Apache could do the job, so I disabled IIS and installed Apache on my windows machine. Apparently what I want to do is called “proxied mass name-based virtual hosting” and it’s a fairly niche requirement. Some of my damaged pride was restored then when I got the Windows version of Apache up and running with correct settings to facilitate this in under an hour.

My system now works as follows: somebody enters a URL in their browser – say “psychicquesting.com” or “simonjnugent.com”. Both resolve to the same IP address (the external IP of my windows machine) and both hit my Windows Apache (reverse proxy) server. It passes the request exactly “as is” to the Apache server on my Linux box but it then scans the original URL (“psychicquesting.com” or “simonjnugent.com”) and routes each to a different directory. Thus I can now host as many different websites as I want on my two machines with a single IP address.

The downside of all this technical wizardry is that my existing personal website got decimated because it was meshed into IIS. As part of my plan (unbelievably – yes I have one) I needed to set up two separate blogs on the same machine (one for each website) so this gave me the push I needed to do some thorough testing using my personal website and blogs as lab animals. Happily I managed to copy across all past data from SQL server to MySQL (did I mention I installed this on my Linux box as well – also very easy) with the carriage returns being the only losers. A small price to pay as I now have a “proper” blog which I hope that you will find is much easier to use than the previous version.