..whisper to me..of the unspeakable..

 

 

 

“become a monster and escape that pathway, that alone is the doorway of the Daäthian portal of total darkness. I have told you that all avenues of escape are blocked, but in truth there is the doorway of becoming a monster, by becoming the beast, so that thereby you can escape by the very door they came through"

- Michael Bertiaux, as quoted by Kenneth Grant in Outside the Circles of Time

 

 

 "To ascend, you must die"
- tool, eulogy

 

..after a death, the first manyfestation is a dream. the challenge here is to get out, but no easy way will do, no. the escape (& there's always an escape) must be finessed through the very logic of the dream..

..so where was I..oh, yes: our eternal recurrence of warrior (henceforth erw, rhymes with [anti]hero) had survived yet another apocalypse, but found himself faced with a bbruised & Bbattered landscape..
 

..everywhere he turned, he saw the wreckages & remnants of a world that should never have been, & yet it certainly was, for a time..& below the carnage, barely visible, & yet unmistakable: hope. the yearning for a new age; a better tomorrow, a sixth sun..

 

 

 ..& he recalled that fateful day in wherever it was as he was seeking that old son of a bitch, the philosophers' stone ..and performed certain secret ritual actions intended to bring about the end of the world as we know it..and the world was destroyed by fire, as was prophesied

 

 

 

 

hey, lighten up; it's just a game.. a con toss..except the whole world's at stake..

 

"the occult communities' goal must become to turn everyone into a magician, or a nation of magi"

 

- from Liber Anarkhos  

"Through my friend I was initiated into various types of sexual magick, which went far beyond the practices of the alchemists. In the practice of these rites, I was able to see him transform himself into a projection of the elemental and trance side of nature..."     

 

- Michael Bertiaux, Voudon Gnostic Workbook    

 

 

 

All spiritual exercises, including meditation, have as their goal to circulate bioenergy/prana/chi/etc &c., & to experience it. Naturally, this includes meditation. 

My preferred mode of meditation is to lay down, eyes closed & sort of dissolve in the images behind my eyelids, or the sounds the silence makes ..I find that they act as vehicles or paths to energies, memories buried in the unconscious, where they wait to be processed; as Jung says, "integrate"

The same technique could be applied to journey beyond such karmic detritus to new energetic worlds, unusual ways of looking at, experiencing & engaging with reality. But it is advisable to deal with one's own energy first, as this will facilitate more effective journeying..

"The activists must employ guerrilla psychological tactics and the ultimate symbolic warfare to surgically bring to light the pathologies of our culture"

 

- from Liber Anarkhos

Forget the quantum indeterminacy and the fact that your assumptions

build the world out of what you think you know. Forget Bell’s

inequality for a moment and step back in time before even Einstein and

the spacetime continuum, back to the simple electrical fascination

that swept before the onlooking eyes of an almost pre-technical and

thoroughly mechanical humanity. 

 

The electrical forces playing somehow

through an apparently empty space, causing attraction and repulsion -

polarities and elective affinities existing between all things

gradually coming under the sway of rudimentary mathematical

calculation, but having at first laid under an intuitive knowledge of

the conflicts and emotive tendencies of elements, stars, plants,

animals, stones and peoples. 

 

 

In the human, and indeed more general

realms of life, the two electricities find expression in the

biological sexes, their organs of generation, and the attractions

between them: the one pushing and giving out, the other drawing in 

and receiving. The rhythmical motion between them being mediated by 

a magnetic fluid. 

 

Or in the case of copulation, the other more extensive

field of play being the atmosphere and the energetic exchanges

proceeding in the case of the gross breathing with its inhalations and

exhalations, as well as the more subtler exchanges occurring over the

surface of the skin with the various effluvia released as other

essences are absorbed. 

 

 

Stepping back again, staying in the pre-quantum

age, the mass understanding never came to a practical realization of

the meaning of electrical science in terms of everyday existence and

the experiences thereof. The surfaces we feel and resistances to our

movement are conditioned by the electrical interactions between our

bodies as such and those of environmental objects: the sticking,

sliding, gliding, the colors and qualities depending on the balance of

the two forces and their mediating magnetic union. 

 

Before the movement

of mass, or coincident therewith, there proceeds an electrical

disturbance as with the flash of lightning in a storm and the

resulting crash of thunder. This ties in with the hidden understanding

of the vishuddha, speech, chakra as acting beyond the mere

vocalization in the material, or gross atmospheric, and having an

influence on the subtle, or pre-material plane by directly controlling

those electromagnetic influences stemming from the vocal organ which

precede and cause the mundane sounds associated therewith - in

addition to being able to color the utterances with electrical shades

of meaning. 

 

 

By and by, it seems safe to assume that most people never

take time to consider the grand position the atmosphere holds in

relation to our lives and all that goes on around us, instead to take

it as simple empty space, when the reality is that it is the seat of

the spirit as the etymology of that word shows. It is the sea in

which, like fish, we live. The knowledge of the properties and

interactions of that sea leaves one in the position of a dolphin as

compared with an average bony fish. The ways in which that sea moves

us, and the ways that we in turn move it, is a study that is

practically unknown...

 

Premonitions of phenomenon
 

Self-inflicted calcification

 

Signals are made.
Words are given
- sands
the instrument of psalm.

Thought is a Shell Beach.

We embark, gutting through obstructionS.

I sway

A surface unearths, and ego asserts

I stay

Fragments forgotten, weathered and worn,
by obsessing tides of consternation.
An incorrigible infinitude staked through to the core.

I drag my trash into your street
I fade into your beat,
Oh baby, ain't this dance a treat?

Every moment is the next
Every home is a hex.

 

P(l)ace ferments into state.

Awaken ravaged and wayward.
Deluged in ferous mind of no quarter.

The states I've drug(ed) myself through, and ventured towards.
All the while looking over my shoulder.
Circle back round to home once evermore.

In the instantaneous extraneous eternal equanimity.
Abides the external infernal.

 

A passage is disproven,
They say you got to, got to
follow, follow,
follow to be free.
An invitation
which welcomes assault.

And the tide once again heaves the jetsam to our shore.

 

Shells reign again
As I drift, to the left
Once more.
Oh baby, ain't this dance a chore?

"to be a real magician you must learn to DIY"

 

- from Liber Anarkhos 

 

 

"allways save energy"

 

- from Thus Spake ShadesOfTruthstra

post/apocalypse: end game, up rising 3 (the return)

(..or, "don't roll your eyes..yes, again..& again, & a gain..goddamn, u know you want it!!")

..they told me this would happen, then they told me to forget..

The eternal recurrence of warrior (formerly/aka shades, thus named because he'd died & was now a shade himself, living among the land of the living.... don't tell anyone tho..like they'd believe you anyway..cuz that would just be some crazy shit, wouldn't it!? ...but I get a head of myself) awoke..

 

 

 

Abruptly. Slowly it dawned on him that the world had ended again. And yet, once again, he had been spared. He had survived another apocalypse..

 

 

..or, no, that wasn't quite it.. he'd died & cum back to life.. craziest thing..🤔

 

 

 

..& somehow, he'd leveled up..crazy, isn't it 🙃..sure, but also a fact..

 

 

 

if knowledge is power, wisdom is peace

There has been a long and winding war on magic since time immemorial.

 

The war is not per se whether or not magic exists or can be allowed to

exist, but rather: who is allowed to have access to this knowledge of

self and world. 

 

The only way in which the existence of magic is

relegated to the dustbin of history in mass consciousness is by

denying our ignorance, by assuming we know, well, just about anything.

In denying mystery, by eliminating the fear of the unknown, by assuming

the things that are presumed to be known, and in what manner, we

foreclose on our ability to delve deeper into the nature of ourselves

and reality. If you think you know, you do not question, and can

therefore not hope to find any greater or deeper answer in

understanding. 

 

 

 

Modern science purports to describe the world and to be

the solely valid point of view on which to base our mechanics of

action, but questions always determine the answer and hold various

assumptions to be true that have led to those questions being able to

be formulated. Chiefly among these is the now even scientifically

invalidated assumption of an independent external world “out there”,

but that invalidation is said to only apply to submicroscopic

processes. 

 

By assuming a world independent of self, and making the

self dependent on that world, the individual is torn from their

experience and their power. We become mere products of circumstance

and our individual lives have little or no real meaning for us,

collectively or as individuals. Contrary to popular belief, and

contrite aphorisms - the Earth is the center of the solar system, and

“I” is the center of the universe. 

 

That “I” is typically confined, in

materialist fashion, to the body, with mind a mere epiphenomenon;

when, however, the “I” is really all of the immediately consciously

apprehended environment, which should be though of as including body,

and in some degree also the so-called contents of mind. 

 

We are not -

how could we be - separate from our environment, but neither is the

structure of the environment independent of our stance towards it. 

 

 

The proper study of man is man, and to begin in this endeavor we must

start to apply rational analysis to ourselves as perceptive bundles -

firstly of sensory information apparently coming from an external

environment. 

 

 

We must not really “know”, but rather something more like

“grok”, the patterns inherent in our experience of self and world -

leapfrogging from the obvious and superficial to more profound

patterns underlying the truth, which is always our immediate

experience.

 don't dwell on working; dwell in working on self

I have no compunctions about dying; dying is compunction.

[Insert your own thoughts on the topic here, & then we'll tell u where to stick them]

every woman man and child is worthy of the blessings of the @LL-father

ruler

Ferociously compliant.
I made my bed in a life you left behind,
While drifting in dreams
Of which
You relentlessly rewind.

 

You are my hope
Or so you say

Salvation never seems to go my way.

 

 

You hold my body to task and soul to flame. To imprison my mind your grindhouse of shame.

Trumpets neutered from hate spewed by that ferocious belly, and the stones you throw from behind
the lie$ of your t$$th.

 

Another bile tide from the vile of your boundless pride.

 

Your spam welded into my cache.

 

A fraudulent intensity
Propagated into necessity.

 

It is an anchor.
It is an anchor
Whether ceremonial or terrestrial.
It is your anchor.

No longer my anchor.

 

This is your constitution of the empire to fall.

 

 

The war drums will beat, I will ides straight to march through the eyes of your tyrannous finitude.

I will strike with sword. I will strike myself from your reign through the abatement of my name.

 

I will be the endless ungraspable beyond your rule.

Like fish, we swim in schools of thought

...and mind is the ocean.

22 redux

..& I miss the aroma of your pussy, wafting thru

the air..

 

to me it allways hinted of life itself, vitality

 

& i @LL ways wanted to c u like that,

 

 

no matter what it cost me..

..you deserved it; you'd earned it. u were well worth it..

..& I have no regrets, now that's it's the time of my death, except..

..death doesn't rilly exist, is the thing ;

& yet it does..

 

 

 

 

..crazy, eh..?

Life is short? No, memory is - Life is long.

 

 

 

 

 

death cums in different ways to different people; sometimes it's betting your life on a cheap card trick..others it's losing the best of your self overnight..

the challenge/trick is to have the eyes to see it, so u can fight it

to the

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it'll take them years to figure out what we're doing, man..& when they do, it'll propel them into another world..that, or they'll need to get there to get it.

..but which came first, the chicken or the egg..?

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