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

contagion

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.

KaliMe

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/