(from) uranus, choronzon

what if the devil thinks he's God

Crucified on the cross of space and time, we find ourselves defined by the magic lines that ray in on our point of birth: a set of circumstances - personalities and objects. An arena for action with attendant reactions, things that have been forgotten or that were never known. We are questions being answered, and the more and greater questions we pose, the greater the solicited response.

We have been told stories divested of their original meanings, and stories whose meanings have yet to work themselves out in our (collective) lives. We take in stories and attempt to make them our own; each a hero (anti-hero) or villain in any particular tale. Personalities that are larger than life live large in our minds and hearts, grafting pieces of themselves into our psyches. We try to fit the world into the stories we’ve grown up with - try to fit ourselves into the story, and some stories are intellectual poisons and worms.

The need for human meaning in our lives is only answered by living in a story and having a purpose greater than oneself, a community, a goal, and something to struggle and strive for. But these lived stories fall back and are replaced by second-hand passive viewings of actors on screens. Entertainment or entrainment, the addiction to stories is real and supplants the fear of living with a vicarious life lived scripted.

Still, there are those who are truly actors and who build the world(s) that others live in and uphold. There IS a real story and conversation taking place that has defined, and is defining, reality for the untold billions, content to fall into rote existence.

These actors who set the conversation of the masses, in order to get to those positions, must be able to passably fit into a leading role, if only facetiously, in the lives in the collective mind of a people. Either an existing story, or must be able to begin a new one, and history repeats and rhymes because the same stories are retold for generations.

These stories require protagonists and antagonists - tales that elicit emotion and emotive action and the grand displays of heroes. Any good story requires a conflict to develop the lines, and coupled with the intense need of humans for stories, ideally to be lived, is why peace always seems so distant. For most, peace is boring: us vs them is infinitely more fun it would seem.

& After 22 cums 33..hee

vanguard  psychonautik shamanik unit 22, search & rescue (or how i earned my 33 degree)

& now begins our performance of the gnostic m(y)ass

wtf is a (d)evilution anywho?

As per Kenneth Grant, the "sephira that is not", Da'ath, corresponds to the planet Uranus.

& to day we see every where signs of dis content with an old order that everybody gnows has failed every last one of its adherents. Yes, even the haves.

ever noticed that the only difference between an inmate & a head of state is the quality of the food? both are enslaved, maybe even by one an other.

..but where can we go from hear? what is to be done..how can we over come such challenges?

- Why don't you polish it up a bit..?
- Polished shit is still just shit


I'm very wary of this attempt to make the occult into a new age, like, happy happy thing..not when there is very little evidence to suggest that the highest initiations in the ancient mysteries weren't actual life or death challenges..it's almost an insult to those great initiates of yesterday, and indeed today, to say that if you break a  nail during an initiation then it's being done wrong..

Occultism with teeth, mofo. Not like that stale ass, weak ass shizz

I've died so many times I've lost count

& you, u think to fight monsters without becoming one? a foolish thought. 

So I met some f'ed up Masons like those guys in doctor sleep in Van & I like was waging an energy battle with them.. Needless to say they one..pretty sure they were in cahoots with the courts two cuz i'm still re:covering from @LL that jazz.


your "freedom" is a lie; you just want an excuse to waste time

..it took her awhile to real eyez what those people who died on the TV screen really were..


Listen through the crest of roaring ego.

Become blind

to the lies of tomorrow beaten through me.

Inflicted by the acceptance of oblivion.

Swallowed by the bog of guilt.

Beckoned by the sirens of shame.

Pickled beneath the skin.

My only wings are the whisperings of wyverns…

“Don’t be afraid of the consciousness whi(t)ch you were told will guzzle the soul alive.”

The light is never still.

Devotion to singular pleasures (patterns),

(mis)guides to shores where

the placebo swings

the strings

to stop.

The snake swallows a demon,

then plucked by a hawk,

who kneels to the robed ram.

Who in turn abates

to mist….

……from the myths

impressed by the dragon of desire.

If you hear me, then fear me.

For I bubble from the well of same.

I actually really like a woman who can take charge..& it's not a sexist or even a reverse sexist thing, nor yet a weak male riding the coat tails of a stronger woman thing..but more a this is how a woman was @LL ways meant two 🐝 ..hence, the "solar woman"..I think Crowley also dreamed (of(?)) her..may be he was disappointed that back then, there were so few..(?)

so you're counterculture cuz u liked Anti-Flag? cum on now, your (w)hole page is an ad

Lux Luciferi = LL = Legba Lodge=LL=Liliths Love = LL= Legba Lodge=


her Lilithing v(o)ise: a Truebadaurik f(uck)all-y

..they all too conveniently forget that it was we who were being gangstalked first..so we were forced to become esoterical gangsters, just to defend..not even ourselves, but rather what was truly valuable in this world..the future. the children..the causes of truth, beauty, justice..

- so are they a (esoterical) gang or a (bioenergetic(al?)) band..?

what's the difference..? what's it got to do with u anyhow..? both & neither & neither neither nor both.. what's so nuclear physics about that..

& is there no won who could help a poor, black widow's sun..?

that guy's a spirit gang all by him self

How do events that are inevitable live and play out in time. A thing will happen without fail, although exactly how may yet to de determined. 

Each and every one of us will inevitably die, unless perhaps the fact that we are not already dead, whatever that means, indicates the possibility of eternal life. 

This singular event, like that of birth, has its time and moment - where our personality and its attendant active possibilities pass from the world of sense, but this is all within the realm of third-person science. 

From our own point of view, it is not us, or at least not all that makes us up, but rather the world itself that faces oblivion. 

If we place primacy on our own experience and what is immediately before us, we can come to where we may have a chance at the beginnings of a first-person science and a first step in that understanding is a mediation on our death in relation to our life and birth. 

For us as individuals lacking a memory that can reach before birth or a foresight that can see beyond death, the extent of the world lies between those two points in time. TRULY the world began with our gestation and ends with our apparent demise. 

This world of which we seem.apart, is truly a part of us - a reflection, emanation, and extension of our inner most being; the structure and laws of operation of which find their growth and development in an internal logic of mind and being: the natives could not see the ships on the sea. 

Our deep-seated assumptions give form the world we live in, and this is accepted in as far as social and cultural things are concerned; but it goes even further. 

By letting go of these notions, often received from third parties, and by getting to the patterns whereby our reality itself is ordered, we can replace or amend them with new structures. 

From the uncertainty and chaos that comes from acknowledging and admitting what one does not know, other things can be made to arise. 

Change yourself and you change the world - in its most potent form. 

Why and where the interminable battle for belief unless some potent force lies concealed there - various “gods” receiving form from the minds that entertain and attend to them.

who wouldn't want to be Jung forever?

look at what those LL fucks have done now; a whole issue of their publication about vaginas.. buncha f'in' pervs..

you dark mother (fucker!) u

"Chaos never died. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.

No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.

Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror — everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.

Avatars of chaos act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fou, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, chafed with obsessions, unemployed, sensually deranged, wolfangels, mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirates of all signs & meanings."

- Hakim Bey, The Temporary Autonomous Zone

LL shadow shamanik unit represent


Words only lead to confusion,

Emotions lead inward,

And logic? Well….it’ll spin you right back round again – where else?

Shattering this equation the easiest part.

Take something that you love, and break it down to the essentials.

Then will you see the essentials are only ideals, and you are not platonic.
Once you break this to yourself, you strip the gold from the lead.

And only then does the stone shine.

Never forget that I am not you, nor I

most of the time.

If you want to absorb my flesh and pick this soul clean you best realize that I’m first in line.

All the beings left behind – specters chained around my neck.

Waterlogged with hyperbole and byproducts of anticipation.

The waking dream is every terror you’ve seen.

So lucid, it’s hollow.

Children whisper that she comes in the night,
Adults cower during the day,
The dead rejoice, and praise her.
For they are free of fear, and her grip.

Destruction is made necessary by ego. No ego? No death.
I have no code beyond you.
Coffins are for nails, not minds….I am a dustpan.
An organ of resurgence.


the initiated commentary 
..in the mode of Arbitrary Aphorisms; a stream of consciousness flow(T)ing

..our boy Kenny G(rant) & his crew, a secret cell of postmodern Shaktas (goddess worshippers in disguise)..that's why that old boys' club oTo hated him, even unconsciously..

..i often feel your energy quite tangible here in my temple..something like flowers or exotic herbs & spices..exotic, that is, by the standards of my temple, which more often smells of brimstone..lol

..sometimes when Grant talks about secretions, he's not talking about a physical substance but an astral substance. my own position on the matter is that these indeed substances..just really fine, subtle ones..so Grant basically says women emit an atral aroma, which then attracts men, like bees..you gnow..to their flowers -Bb

..the tantrik is one who faces their fears head on, in order to truly banish them..instead of running away & pretending that it's their fears that have disappeared..

..according to certain teachings of the school of Bertiaux, advanced esoteric vudu practitioners are like vampires also, in that their astral anatomy has been opened up by removing ego boundaries, traumatic encrustations & waht Reich might call character armour..so they can't help but absorb ambient energy from their surroundings..

..i once saved this beginning witch from an abusive relationship..so then her dark agenda hypnotist ex walks into my house, all like "you turned her against me"..& he was moments from breaking a baseball bat over my head, but i did some bioenergetic work on him he won't soon forget, I imagine..never heard from or saw him again..

..death travels thru the shadows of this world; the dead certainly do..

step onto her poison path. go on, lets see how long you last

re:birth of the solar woman by way of Uranus (i.e. the back of the t(h)ree)

"One has been a bad student of life if one has not also seen the hand that kills, but considerately"

- Freddy Wil Nietzsche, beyond good & evil

"O tell me all about
Anna Livia! I want to hear all
about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course,
we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You'll die
when you hear. "


- James Joyce, finnegans wake
"Look how big her psychic dick is, this chic"

Where's 11? He's lost in 22's crack & he may never come back..

"I heard her soul song,
 & at that point I was gone"

She B the black mirror me

All I want is your attention
Your affection
Your distinctive inflection..

confession? since we've met, I've lavished like all my 'spare' time on u..I'm literally all ways working..& I the opposite of regret every second..nor do I 'expect' anything in return

*that's gotta be the 10..that line genuinely deserves a 10! (cuz it's sincere, sea?)*

& when we're frolicing like this in our transdimensional bliss I'm ok with death because that's just the word for when this ends

my altar is on the inner..& you're it (come on now, cum on..that was 8 or 9ish, for a line!)

"I wish I gnew, 22, I wish I knew..why being around u feels like home & why being without u is so cold & alone"

..beloved, if I'm hard on you, it's because I gnow what you're capable of & I, yes even I, am terrified..

..&, whatsit? handle you..oh, I'll handle u missy..with the care reserved only for the religious votary attending to his own patron Gnostic saint..

& u thought i didn't have a move, after putting my foot in my mouth so meticulously..well, that's the difference between a (w)hack job & a black vudu wizard, isn't it p

get this yo, so then this natural witch chic smoov as a sniper assassin asks me how big my fist is, so then I says, "in Kenny the one is the many G(rant)ese: depends..how sharp is your eye?" liike, lol, right??

& when I'm with you like that in our own magickal universe i forget pornhub exists & if that isn't love, well who cares about love anyway

ewe, me & the devil makes 3
('cept the Devil is She)

postcoital: Zen in the art of memetik craftsmanship

actually we'll hold off on writing about this till the next issue, eh p

(by which they meant that the (sub)text had been written, but on the astral, & that those who were capable would be able to attune thereto & to access it on that level ; )

for Soror Ilyarun

all art in this issue save for 'contagion' & 'KaliMe' by Eliza Stave, more of whose work is on display at https://www.instagram.com/eliza_stave/


yea, but ours is a *transdimensional* Motorcycle Club


Ingress to undress..

A path can’t be lost, but an ego may (mis)lead it to be forgotten. 

Only an odyssey through the ore of the present will arm you to chisel through the ego. The crux of the c(o)urse my loves, is that it's these journeys which etch the ego in stone. 

Sometimes words are wallpaper. Carelessly smothered over the core of truth. Bubbling, and masking (refl/p)erfection with a senseless motif.

In duress. 

                                                              <Stained of Sweat And Smoke.>

We will chant and ride to every corner where you(r) will hide(s).

We won’t wait, or debate, our time has (be)come.

We will no longer tolerate ceaselessly obtrusive transmissions in the realm of meaning.

We will.

The inside scoop is that we are invariably injecting from outside of the self, scuttling to unearth the exit from it. Unrecognized by us, what we perceive as the exit from pain is always the entrance to the ego. As we are repeatedly snared by the self. Relentless and repeating. 

*A self-portrait*
<found hidden under a mattress.>

You strip away the flesh like wrapping paper from a present.

Stumble through the flow, stoop and falter towards an alter. Best to arrive convoluted and confused. 

The gods need your emptiness to be consumed.

I feed off you, and in turn I burn away my being.

A sparrow -

To smash against the window.

Again, and again.

I’m not myself.


I’m not…



To the well of the will.

Ego is eternal and memory is forgotten. We are infernal, and our home now rotten.

We will swim to shore, under our own volition, once more.
We remember ourselves in relation to others, and yet we focus on ourselves.

An empty mind and a satchel slammed full of forgiveness will grant you passage over power.

Eidolon, Eidola -

there was the idea that each thing threw off images or representations of itself off into the surrounding space and that a thing's location is not as precise a notion as might be expected on first glance with the visual faculty. But it may be a matter of question whether or not the eidola were to, or from, the cosmic periphery - or if it's a combination of the two.

We can see that this notion of eidola is valid by considering our own apparatus of physical sight, wherein we have our two eyes positioned at some location in space relative to the object we are viewing.

For sake of simplicity, we may as well consider that the eyes are united at one location. Now, we can move our head and Eye around at will, there continuing to be a representation of any object present in our minds, as, in the ordinary physical sense, there is a cone of light proceeding from each material object into a point in the surrounding space.

That is, in each point of space there is a representation of all the visual information in the surrounding sphere, only needing an Eye to call it forth into existence.

This is true not only for visible light, but the invisible portions of the spectrum as well. The question is how do these ghostly eidolic representations interact from one point of space to the next, and must the Eye only receive information from a direct line to the material object, or is there retrievable information in the space surrounding any object..?

This surrounding space and the data available there to a heightened visual sense is what is perceived as the aura, and it belongs not just to organic entities, but also those considered as inanimate - it is only a question of the degree of activity within that Eidolic sphere, as it is with the material objects themselves.

An exercise to awaken the faculty of being able to recognize this aspect of the eidola is to mentally focus on the space surrounding an item, as well as to focus the eyes into so-called empty space - at first by degrees in distance from a material focus. Happy hunting..

on the nose
heavy blows
out with 1 dose
is our m.o

esoterical gangsters, psychonautic pirates & a trans-dimensional motorcycle club..!? wtf

"We were perfect when we started
I've been wondering where we've gone"

- counting crows

'Man's maturity: to have regained the seriousness that he had as a child at play.'

- F.W. Nietzsche

Dare to be archetypal, kids!

the 'secrets' are energetic structures which are to be embodied, and this is why they have never, could never and were never communicated to begin with...

Tantrik transmutation.. understood to be the process of integrating positive & negative energies.. Lao Tzu taught that criminals come directly out of the need to police..so if we are serious about eliminating crime, maybe we should tackle the problem at its source? Just a wild, rambling thought ;

what the tantrik practitioner eventually comes to realize in the process of processing their own masculine and feminine energies into a balanced synergy is the emergence of a dramatic change in their own internal bioenergies which the alchemists of yore described as 'the birth of a child'. did anyone imagine those professional obfuscationists could get laid to begin with!?


the outcome of the process is the gradual removal of egoic shells & encrustations, the unconscious vestiges of trauma and other obstructions which tend to accumulate just by living in the world today.

this is why it is so difficult, and often described as a dark, turbulent night of the soul.

once the process nears completion, however, one is seemingly open to accessing an energetic Adam Kadmon, an outlook and vitality more often seen in children than in adults..

In brief: attune to your inner child.

Maybe growing up is our original sin.

And if the best means toward that end (which is more accurately a beginning) is creating stories around your life, developing an (over?!)active imagination, inaugurating transdimensional motorcycle clubs with obviously intentionally absurdist names like the we were never (w)here order, only to invite the psychonautic pirates and esoterical gangsters of the future to take up the challenge & join them, then we say, so be it!

laugh loudly (=LL)

she is me in a glass darkly
or, like, she's the figure, i'm the ground
and/or (is this a bore..?) vice versa

the fine print

"The sage embraces all things. Ordinary men discriminate among them and parade their discrimination before others. The sage harmonizes with both right and wrong and rests in Heaven the Equalizer. When affirmation and negation came into being, Tao faded. After Tao faded, then came one-sided attachments. So I say, those who discriminate fail to see...

To know that all things in the world are equal and the same - this is the only way to eliminate the chaos of attack and battle and the harshness of punishment and execution!" 

- Zhuangzi


"There is obviously a dimensional difference between adult life and the mood of a child. Consciousness from the start finds itself as "Being-in-the-world," from its first appearance, consciousness identifies itself as a being coexistent with others. And it happens that the necessity of living makes consciousness look on things in the world as being in the nature of equipment. This encourages the development of the egocentric "I," and this development in turn reinforces the tendency to view the world as so much equipment. Fighting against the world, fighting against his loneliness, fighting against himself, man has lost the sense of richness of his childhood. Everything is looked upon in the context of equipment, assessed in terms of its utility and serviceability. Need our existence develop only in this way? Can no other way be found? Can we not cast off this mood? We can. There is another world of mood, different from that of the adult's world, the world of children.

There are two worlds of mood, one represented by the child's world, the other by the adult's world. Even in adult life, however, the mood of the child's life is not completely extinguished. It occasionally reveals itself through some chink or crevice of consciousness. The more accustomed to it you become through Zen, the more often you will return to the mood of your childhood, and the more frequently you will be visited by the mood in your daily life. When you first become aware of it you may well be struck chiefly by its strangeness. Some will ignore it. You will catch hold of it firmly only if you are determined to find a way out of your spiritual deadlock.

When you attain enlightenment, on all sides of you, right, left, before, behind, above, and below, you find Buddhas making merry. And you yourself participate in this delightful party, which goes on in a voiceless serenity, with every scene and every individual shining and animated, yet silent, like scattered jewels. The bell tower, the rows of tiles on the roof, the trees in the garden, the stones, the flowers are all overflowing with joy, like happy children in the kindergarten playground. This is the world of children's art, a highly intensified expression of existence. Everything is all right as it is. Is there anything else to be sought?"

- Katsuki Sekida, 'Zen Training: Methods and Philosophy'