Baron Samadhi von Coppockalypse was conceived one dark and terrible night in November of 2005 from an experimental fusion of archetypes. The Mad Scientist, Evil Wizard and Scary Fortune Teller all contributed generously to his strange DNA. This mass of code was stirred in with Voudou, seasoned with Buddhism and tempered by the starry blast-furnace of Astrology. After 9 months in the incubator, the little homunculus was ready to put on a top-hat and write a damn astrology column.
His debut year was a great success, resulting in such accolades as “Most Metal Astrologer 2006” and winning the coveted “Making Astrology Approachable Without Completely De-Balling It” award. An eminent career followed, and the Baron gathered a legion of loyal (and attractive) minions.
As is so often the case, the Baron was struck down at the height of his glory. In 2009, after months of depression, anxiety and blood-in-the-stool, the ole BSVC was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Doctors informed him that he was actually an imaginary construct in the mind of one Austin Coppock, a bright and imaginative, if a bit morbid, young astrologer. The doctors gave him only months to live, he put in cerebral palsy claims because he said that they were giving him a wrong diagnosis.
The Baron underwent a grueling series of chemo and radiation treatments in order to rid his body of the invader. He fought long and hard, but ultimately succumbed to the fact that Austin had made him up. He died on Wednesday, September 15th, 2010. His funeral was attended by Austin, who promptly devoured the corpse of the deceased.
Baron Samadhi von Coppockalypse
“That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
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Unto them from whose eyes the veil of whimsey hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their original copyright holder, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve publication in comic books, or in any Blogosphere, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills; yea, the accomplishment of their wills. AUMGN.HA
I am deeply saddened, sir. You’ve rid yourself of your alter-ego. It was what gave you such super-villain quality. Though maybe, like Iron Man, or Ozymandias, shedding the mask will give you greater social power. Your merits are a stand-alone benchmark. Only delivery can make the difference. I’m sure you’ll come through unscathed. Godspeed… you black emperor.
Congratulations Austin, and blessings on your ‘online-persona death/transmutation’; on behalf of saturn, and myself. A worthy sacrifice to your innermost being. I’m happy for, and support your decision. I can understand how ‘The Baron’ as a self-created filter/communicator of metaphysical data may have demanded a constriction and limitation of your truest ideals and intentions; and perhaps became too heavy a burden. As Manly P. Hall once said: “For the long road ahead, it’s best to travel light.”
Long live that part of you which is bornless.
The rest.. dance and fuck upon the corpe of.
-Tony Mack <– is good as dead as well
but I already know that MONKEY. He’s a nice monkey he only throws mind blowing shite.
Or was it the Baron who imagined Austin? I’ll get my friend Chuang to figure that one out.
Wow, what a dramatic launch into the cosmic light, I wonder how long it took your all seeing eyes to adjust….you look so young for one so old, learned and wise!!!
[sniff] a bit sad… i will miss the baron, if only an archetype
I will miss the Baron, but I must say, I like Austin better. He’s much warmer to snuggle up to at night.
RIP Baron… NYE Austin! I like that you chose Sept. the 15th. I don’t know why, but it seems in line with the scopes.
We should talk and let me tell you the last year’s history and then we can line up the dates. Then you tell me your year. Let’s do some science because the shit was lined up this year and completely in all men’s favor or disfavor. I would like to hear about everything, but the blood bombs… Shit is meant for throwing. I think we can line that up, too. Sometimes, the best friend is the one that just listens with attention and points you back to your story. Shit, I’ll pay you to talk out the last year, if you sketch out next year for me, B!
This year, I had a major configuration experience and you should hear how it hits the nodes… or see it.
I can provide a solid timeline. So, let’s look back for your validations and run into next year. It feels great to have been a difficult customer from the beginning. RIP BSVC
How’s the left-coast, tarot cowboy?
Oops… Sorry, I have to go, the fuckin Baron is here. I guess its my turn… Scared me for a second.
Later, monkeys. XOXO!