2019-07-31

those occultists you admire read us for inspiration











let's play the game


















Imperative



Refused salvation leads to mandated participation.

A realized  infection.


The tick(ing)…..I beseech you scratch.



The dream
is turned
-          Inside -
out
on
-          Itself –




Forgotten.


Suffocate.

Osculate.

Refute.


Repute.



It’s not anal if you like it.

Nothing is supposed to fit.



The raw is something to be extracted, not exiled.




All structure is obstruction.

The broken plow saw (not) the worm.



Self is the grounding familiar of distraction.

A dramatic method of dressing up the emptiness
like a paper doll.



No purse is without a bounty.

No dream without a reality.





Space….space…space….space…

So much easier to defeat than time.


Take me to the pages I’m not allowed to read,
And I’ll etch you worlds you could never conceive.



A trip to forget
 – not to be –

Forgotten.




Dispelling a dream long rotten.


















Let's return to this idea of a story space for a minute here, as that is what our lives are to us. People are addicted to stories, as evidenced by the ubiquitous screen staring back into each one's face - a t.v., a phone, a computer, a movie theatre. 




Even the religious books are for the most part only understood as stories of people, and which for the most part place the believer into some overarching tale of good and evil and give (dubious) models for behavior. Actors and actresses are well-paid for their ability to call forth emotional states in themselves and thus evoke in the audience empathetic strains. 


People need stories because they want to feel, because their own story is not grand, or interesting enough - they want to escape into some other life. Countries and peoples also have their own histories that dictate the meaning of being a part of that group and where it is headed. Histories may as well be fiction, or rather maybe they function analogously to fiction - they are after all, merely high stories. 



And that brings us back to the idea of a story space, first at the level of an individual, generally starting by being born into a family and having little control but gradually asserting oneself and shaping one's identity in relation to the others, fleshing out the role to be played in that family story. Growing older, more choices open up, and the choices which influence which space we end up in are predominantly based on the people with whom we associate, and the terms of that association. 


The world opens up via interpersonal relationships, doing things and going places - talking in one sense or another, building a role, building yourself. Trajectories in social space, story space as I prefer to call it, are primarily dictated by conversations the ability to chit chat or work, fit, oneself into the story that another lives in, has written for their self. 


That this is done with words, seems to be a further indication of just how much our existence takes place not in anything like physical reality, but in something more like a book and a space of words. In the beginning were the words, and the words were the world and were the Gods and Devils. And the roles were built into the book first audibly with sounds and their psychological correlative emotions they call forth and then tied, consolidated to and into external sensation forms. 



Larger series, congeries, of sounds then structure larger ideas or stories as countries and peoples. In fact, all ideas are stories and have emotional / moral content, even if these are subtle and hidden..









 











"Who teaches us to be normal when we're one of a kind?"

- from Legion





“If you’re not the hero of your own novel, then what kind of novel is it? You need to do some heavy editing”

- Terence McKenna




“you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed”

- from Serenity





legba lodge: a critical appraisal


(excerpts from a text by P. Phosphorous)



“The finished work is, in our times and climate of anguish, a lie”

- Theodor W. Adorno




And when have these intrepid explorers of the darker reaches of consciousness and Being ever completed a text?

Indeed, from the beginning of their published output (which, we note, has always been publicly available for free online, surely the present and future of publishing, and moreover essentially under copyleft), this obscure while yet not obscurantist group has sought, to paraphrase Nietzsche, to say more in a paragraph than others say in a whole book. Thus do they leave their work open-ended and open to interpretation, further development and even improvement by their readers.


Thus shunning fortune and fame, apparently the fashionable modus operandi for occultists the world over, they have sought only to contribute creatively and productively to the esoteric conversation.

Bucking the trend of quantity over quality and in the firm belief that creative inspiration (in the originary sense of the breathing of thoughts shining brightly like moving light(s) in a direct transmission from the very spirits) cannot be rushed, they have pushed forward in spite of the potential costs to their senses and sanity, like some esoteric version of Hunter S. Thompson on one of his more intensive & poignant trips through the modern mind-scape.



*



In light of these aforementioned efforts to set up their texts as just one side of a conversation with their readers, and out of respect for them, we will not attempt to summarize or outline the ideas presented in the legba lodge opus, but will simply outline a few of the more notable salient recurring themes of these inspiring texts.



Perhaps one of the most significant of these, certainly to the close reader, is their emphasis on the classical zen technique of 'first thought, best thought', i.e. a de-emphasis on over-editing and over-analysis of their own concepts & the expression thereof; a trust and confidence in intuitive responses to reality.

As if to underscore this point, one of the group's published editions, namely LL Whatev, seems to consist entirely of automatic writing(s). In our view, this is merely the most obvious example of how that zen methodology (or emphatic lack of methodology, vide supra) asks the reader to, in turn, respond by attuning to their own unconscious impressions and deep memories, certainly an under-emphasized but nonetheless critical aspect of our everyday lived experience.



The concept of the hero is as old as humanity itself, although it has been elevated to a new and central significance in the contemporary cultural milieu, what with the proliferation of superhero stories and critical, revisionist (out-)takes in all modern media.


For their part, the masked (wo)men of legba lodge have addressed this theme head-on, subtly questioning just what it means to be a real hero while pointing out that we are all, by definition, the heroes of our own narratives in that we are literally at their center.

Alluding to Joseph Campbell's thesis that we should not take this challenge lightly, the group repeatedly refer to their own personal "heroes' journey's" while noting that this experience cannot, by definition, be generalized except in the sense of certain markers of progress along the path of initiation, which, ever changing, has ever been a central and noble objective of the human experience.




Another significant, albeit potentially controversial, thematic thread running through these publications has been the repeated reference to confidence tricks and other parallel modes of deceit. While it is all too facile to over-simplify and subsequently judge or criticize such positions, it is important to keep in mind, in this respect, that profound quote by post-modern innovator and literary genius William S. Burroughs, specifically "to speak is to lie — to live is to collaborate".

In other words, the view of these esoteric experimentationalists can be summarized by saying that if any attempt to reduce the infinity of lived experience to mere words, pictures, or any expression, for that matter, is fundamentally reductionist, then we might as well have fun with it. We, for our part, certainly don't doubt that they do!





2019-05-28

psychonautic pirates

submariners deep diving the mass psyche


vigilante (anti)heroes of the transcendental id

















"Psychonautics (from the Ancient Greek ψυχή psychē ["soul", "spirit", or "mind"] and ναύτης naútēs ["sailor" or "navigator" – "a sailor of the soul"] refers to a methodology for studying altered states of consciousness, typically those produced by hallucinogenic substances, as well as to an exploratory research paradigm which navigates these states to gain insight into the human psyche and subconscious"



- from Wikipedia







the last frontier is neither space nor the deep seas, both being finite and bounded, although admittedly the dimensions of the former are so vast (literally astronomical) that it might seem infinite.

there are other dimensions right here & now, where you sit reading this. they are enfolded within the 'present' (in both the spatial and temporal senses), & require only the execution of certain energetic actions or 'moves' to be disclosed..


indeed, there are traditions of such practices throughout recorded history and from all over the world.















you can have everything you want, as long as you give us your soul..







“with great power comes great mental illness”

- from Jessica Jones



"The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown"

- soundgarden, new damage



“my lack of success is self-imposed”

- from Roman J. Israel, Esq.





what is changing today is that these techniques & practices are becoming more widely available & less subject to control by authorities such as church and state than ever before in our known history.


the potential impact of these recent developments is difficult to overstate. 



beyond the social and  cultural disruptions which we might do well to anticipate, there is a more immediate impending development which is of particular importance to readers of this publication, and indeed its authors.. 


as esoteric techniques, practices and paradigms become increasingly more 'mainstream', we anticipate an unprecedented increase of practitioners of these techniques, and as a result, increasingly more elaborate 'maps' of these dimensions, which previously had been subject to strict regimes of control.




thus begins the era of the psychonautic pirates ..















Success is being right. Everything else is punctuation marks




















We’ve said this before, and we’ll say it again: it’s all in your head, my friend.



That life you lived, that time you died, all passed before your eyes instead of heading in.



Looking out into infinite space, the loops tied back behind the place. You see the lines that never end all go forth and round again. Space is small and all extends in curves that never end, which never did begin.




The forms create the place in numbers great counting out it steps a harmony in measure to the muted din arising from begin, the end.



The Gods were two and three, one an infant sparkling - holy trinity means one thing: father, mother, me; sun and moon and in-between.




Cycles turning, planet(s) spinning, the world all a whirl with hidden meaning. Shapes and sounds familiar and unknown, entering the world’s a hollow tone.



Pieces of the mirror come together one-by-one, making altogether that sum of one and two and three. The center of the universe is near: inside where the all the world appears. And, spreading out from the here and near, return the rays - no straight line that’s not the same from left or right, zenith / nadir.



Periphery and core, joined intensive play extensive shores of tied up space all forming from within the place.



Back-and-forth, not one direction, pulled between two sides - the forward movement must obtain a reflux from an effluxed strain.



Not black and white, but colors plain and seen pass to and from each one of us; we’re more or less the same. Little sparks, little mirrors, little funnels all digesting matter, things of mind, passing through and changing form shown forth in what’s before our eyes.






Mindful of the mental chatter - a peak above the rest: on top a throne the victor sets a scepter and a diadem. Around which all personas find a place within - without - the distance is akin to where you find the song, the sound, that blends right in with what and where you want to be and were.






A place of stories passing, not in orderly succession, but with crossing, turning points rushing by and clothed in human skins.





Life is more or less a dream, and a nightmare if you want: And though it all may come to naught, the zero’s pregnant with the thought, caught drinking from its source in droughts of countless things, divisions from the One.



















Cut it down with a tick,

That’s the trick.



String it all together with moments that don’t stick.



How can you expect to go down a different path,

When you always go through the same door?



Will-you cross the river,

to Take a way?






Take

/tāk/

verb

1.

lay hold of (something) with one's hands; reach for and hold.

2.

remove (someone or something) from a particular place.







Do you See -

 Opposing action(s) under the name?

All opposition is unity yet to discover itself.



Fade like the world you bound yourself to.



When the screen is open to you, it is closed to me.

A trap of recap.

Destroy our screen – or you’ll never see what I mean

Abandon jewels of our failure.

Pick them up again.



Icons on the ivory side.

Star memories fold.



I sp(l)it the paint on of the mirror



Vanity is all we have, in our hearts.



When a flower becomes a star,

And a sun falls into forgotten.

They sing for what is left, (but a blessing)?



Synergies - shaded by normality’s,

Dissuade calamities - awakening.

….still….

I’ll come crashing inward again

….until…..

the unleashed reign.



We won’t let you drift away. As you call to us.

We are never tapped, because you are never the same.


























The fool says in his heart, there is no change

The fool says in his heart, there is no energy










2019-04-23

esoteric@LL gangsters: the con(wo)men in a million places

(being part the third of a manifesto for a new age)








“it is very often in the suggestion of certain words not used, yet indicated or implied by other words having no relation to them, that produce the most precise definitions. The edifice of a reality-construct may sometimes be reared only by an architecture of absence, whereby the real building is at one and the same time revealed and concealed by an alien structure haunted by possibilities. These are legion, and it is the creative faculty of the reader – awake and active – that can people the house with souls"

- Kenneth Grant, Outside the Circles of Time











evolve, my children. go forth, brave explorers, into dimensions unknown. & don't stop for anyone or anything







Chorus

Through the fog of jurisdiction emerges our ringleader.
His scent of sweet venom,
his eyes grab you by the heels.
His voice - the drill,


“From the distillers of Quantity and Quality, springs a most divine abnormality.
Another trajectory
that’s  gonna free ya’ll,
from this eternal fall.”

From underneath swells the chasm, as he skims the crowd.

“Your leaders are not masters of consciousness.
They speak, slither, and strip it away.
Order is for the feeble, and anarchy is only your surrender. “



“Rectify, molt, moirai, revolt!”


Red is the color
-farthest from the eye,
Red is the color
-most dense on the tongue

“We are of the earth that has never been. “

The forgotten future.
Bleeding amber into nothingness.


“Enough with the tenacious ruse, that they are the control.
Nothing falls flaccid as change, under their weary watch.
They dance on graves - are sucked off by their slaves.

We’re out the door, fuck this chore.

We’ll rift you apart when you box us in.
and circle back round and round  to waking you again.”


Sacrament of blood - opening of self.


“We’ll strip, bleed, and fuck your mind away.”

we were never (w)here order  is here to stay.






the we were never (w)here order holds no quarter











"These are the persons we know to be marked by this vicious and chaotic energy. But it is not just this astro-gnostic condition which is to be satisfied (as if these energies and their conditions could ever be satisfied) but rather the mutants, for Pluto is the power of pure mutation, total change from the earlier humanoid stage, these mutants must be locked into the system of Yuggoth, which is the Zothyrian metapsychology. They must connect their souls to the powers of Yuggoth by undergoing psychic mutation by means of Yuggothian psychoanalysis and psionic re-orientation. They must be rebuilt and directed towards their role in the group-soul of the Yuggothian mutation-field. Then we can safely talk about 'membership' in the hierarchy of the chaosphere, whereby the most demonic and violent energies are released for the transformation of this planet. It is by means of the ritual initiations of this system of psychological reconstruction that we come to understand that the people from the UFOs, the Yuggothians and their Transyuggothian extensions have already arrived and are gathering for the takeover"


- Bertiaux, VGW








Shades (thus named because, like the reflection in his shades, he was surface all the way down), following his friendly chat with Choronzon, was plagued with doubts, confounded with confusion. He'd neglected to mention one detail about that encounter. The latter had given him a card decorated with a skull and crossbones, a slogan (“join the evolution”), & a website.


Visiting the webpage, he came across this curious publication by a mysterious group that called itself Legba Lodge.


It took him awhile to remember that he had been a member, in a past life.


Eventually, by reading & applying the teachings of this group, he rebuilt his magickal universe, better in every way than before.



But he didn't stop there. He dared to think big. This time, he would address the very roots of the problem. He would strike at his opponents’ future position.



Before they were even there..
















a cute we were never (w)here disorder: aphorisms of absence





Don't listen to what those suckers say, folks. The age of (anti)heroes has just begun, and they are us!




Don't think about yourself too much. It's funny because you don't really exist. .at least not in the sense that you think you do. Your self is a ghost, a phantom. A shade that haunts the hallways of your true Self. .and no thing more. & *I'm* the con man?


Let me tell you who the real con men are. The archons, the ar-cons, they are cons.




ass above, so be low







we were never (w)here. from the beginning. .



on the poison path, it’s liver die


arranging the space


I am the altar




I've already died; I know what's on the other side


Castaneda talks about the importance of having a goal to strive toward in one's esoteric work, so long as it is an abstract goal. Why? Having a goal is important because otherwise it can descend into pointless noodling, which is fun, but also somewhat pointless(!) It's also important that it be abstract, because otherwise one is liable to stop once it is achieved, which in a sense means that they've been defeated by their own success.


the current predicament is due to an over abundance of concrete, materialistic goals and the general lack of vision past one’s seeming personal demise. that the concrete circumstances stem from collective humanity’s abstract priorities, and that only a re-evaluation of individual desire en masse can change societal trajectories.




We're not really scholars or technicians, & if we are, it is only in service to a deeper purpose; our standard is results.





ruthless. methodical. precise.



pomo, mofo; a tradition of anti-traditionalists




There are no “coincidences” in our work. To admit that there is such a thing as ‘accidents’ is already to admit defeat.



Keeping it real as an ethical imperative.Warrior-poets. In other words, esoterical gangsters.














All is fire and light(s), quenching darkness and liquid delights.



The qualitative nature of time is only noticeable at meso-levels - that is, between the very great and very large there is a region of possibility and activity, principles, in forms unavailable to the macro and micro.

That is physics style gobbledygook almost there.


What we're really trying to get at is the understanding of the moments in our lives, and how they change from one to the next.

Our consciousness very much lives in the heart, fiber, and being of our bodies; and our very real visceral attention passes through the body in a track of waves. The understanding of the way this attention flows is embodied in the zodiac considered metaphysically as each sign is attached to particular centers in the human anatomy.


Our attention and energy as well as transiting these stations of our being, can get caught up and collect in pools or vortices - blockages in the strain of our existence.

These blockages in the stations, and even the passing of energy through the stations, are felt and lived experiences - emotionally. As a part of us, we have each our own individual relations to all of the stations as determined by our birth and the four temperaments: phlegmatic, sanguine, choleric, melancholic; which aside from being personality types are named after the humorous substances of our physical bodies.


The coordination in and at a particular time of universal forces and substance is the underlying principle behind astrology. Its analogical metaphysical correlate is awareness of the regularities in body's, and thus lived, time.






If you don't like how the (origin) story ends, retcon it




2019-03-25

esoterical gangstars: speculative & operative fragments

 




“there are these mutants and they are now within the most powerful magickal orders and groups in the world today. They are slowly working to destroy utterly the old ways. They are making use of the most subtle methods of modern information science to achieve their ends. They are fearful of nothing, which means they only fear the powers of the Meon. They possess the disciplined mentality of the synchronistic robotic consciousness and nothing else. They have only one loyalty and they have only one sense of honor, and that is to Yuggoth and only to Yuggoth. And by means of their weird techniques of computer programming, they will win out over all their opposition because ultimately there is only one fundamental power and that too is Yuggoth”

- Bertiaux, VGW







Seize the esoteric means of production!!













What mystery they ask. All is matter they declare, without any thought in their mind from the unthinking matter that forms their body and brain. Since when has the mind been replaced by the “brain”, and every(one) by every(body)?


The truth, even if it be relative, can only be found personally, by self endeavor and exertion - and it is always transformative. By noticing what had previously gone unnoticed by oneself, and what will always be beyond the ken of those who except another’s word as fiat truth.


The popular modern answers dictate: biology, brain, genetics. That we are at the mercy of blind forces and have no, or only passing, say in our fate. That our choices and decisions, our very being, are an outcome of chance and the blind mechanical combination of sub-microscopic particles and their cascading effects.


All this comes from denying the plain fact staring each and all of us in the face, that the world cannot rightly ever be separated from the awareness thereof. How one chooses to assign priority is where the modern conception of consciousness goes afoul - in choosing to declare in belief that the external is first and foremost, and that the lived experience of being is an epiphenomenon.


In ascribing human life and being to be an inessential consequence of material forces, and by up-playing the role of genetics and brain states on behavior, modernity is attempting, perhaps unconsciously, to destroy the principle of personal responsibility. On the contrary, the esoteric doctrine declares the possible infinite sovereignty of the personal will, and the unlimited responsibility that comes with the active knowledge of the true structure of being.


Truth is not “out there”, it is “right now” - it is our immediate experience. That is what is ultimately true. Not to say that there are not laws, or rules of action and consequence. There are laws governing the transition from state of truth to another, from one state of being to another - but what they are is up to each and every one to experience themselves.






Energy = consciousness=u









 If G=God, then w= we





 what or who is the we were never (w)here order 

 

So you wanna join *our* hellfire club? You baroque-ass, cookie-cutter mother fucker. Well you have. So what you got to show for it?


Are you a sister or a brother in good standing of our we were never (w)here order?

Who else can you con into seeing the truth of their own being? ?



Shades (thus named because there was Nothing behind the shades) had been thinking about Jung a lot lately. Hence the gangster archetype. The warrior would work too, but these times call for more of a collective, collaborative mindset..



"There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me, but I had it surgically removed"

-Peter Sellers




wwnh in 2 senses, exoteric & esoteric:

Exoteric in terms of training oneself to reduce material & energetic waste in the direction of a certain minimalist primitivism (certainly for lack of a better term).

Esoteric in terms of bypassing egoic accretions to access the primordial consciousness & to act from this standpoint. .



Deleuze & Guattari on nomadology



Idea of a hypersigil


The need to be more aggressive, as time is running short. In fact we would like to reclaim, to reappropriate the word gangster. The emphasis is on actually doing something  rather than just talking about it. .

















challenge, subvert, de(con)struct. This is our generation's Great (w)irk







Qualify





When the magician becomes too distant from themselves and the natural world, kinks and fractures creep through the fabric of the mechanism. These rifts animate through forms of change and misalignment.



(This isn’t a cuffing a value judgment to change. It neither implies properties of good or bad. Change in itself is only change.)



When misaligned, change incites difficulty, and fear. When this occurs the psyche becomes frantic and fractured. The flow is off. Spells abate.



Still, a spell won’t save you, or give a shit. A spell is evidence of attention to synchronicity. It is not a cosmic secret that serves you.



Like all beings, the magician gets comfortable. Then their self is subdued, or constrained. They unknowingly edge towards detachment from true nature.



The physical requires illusion in (the) order to manifest. The misalignment and estrangement of the magician provides a canvas for the illusion.




As with any practice – practice is necessary. As with any task - mindfulness is essential. The fruits of practice aren’t the groove. They aren’t the moment when the dew of sweet synchronicity shivers down the soul like warm breath on the back of the neck.  The very lifeline of practice breeds from being uncomfortable, out of sync. Your skin must crawl. Your mind must clamber and wraith, your bones bathe in osteopenia. Your mind must scuttle, and clasp for sanity.



Existence is panic cradled by pain. Show me an original moment that’s a reenactment of scripture, memory, or myth. The moment is revelation, and the mycelium of the soul.


Show me everything.

Don’t baby bird me.


Shove it down my fucking throat.







Make me choke.











Serenity is despair.









2019-02-27

esoterical gangsters: prolegomena to a new aeon of (anti)heroes




“The etymology of the word 'dragon' comes to us via the Latin but is derived ultimately, it is thought, from the Greek, though the origin of the word and its definition is probably much older. The word in Greek is drakon (drakon); as in edrakon (edrakon), an aorist of derkesthai (derkesthai), which means 'to see clearly'”

- The Dragon Legacy: from Transylvania to Tunbridge Wells







“the Fey, because they participated in the eternal spirit of the One, were themselves eternal, needing no forgiveness - for sins they transcended - and no priest to intercede for them to a god whose spirit they were at one with. The Fey knew salvation was chemical and physiological, being determined on the ability of the mind-brain to perceive the eternal mind of the Cosmos and join with it”

- The Origin of the Dragon Lords of the Rings














"You know they tried to kill you right? Blasted you. ."

- choronzon





Think it's time for a flashback,  don't you?


For some time now, Shades (thus named because he was involved in certain necromantic pursuits which entailed certain energetic exchanges) had been living by his wits, engaging in ever more elaborate cons for fun and profit.


Now you might think that made him a villain. You'd be wrong, though. See, his marks were corrupt governments, psychopathic corporations and people who'd sell their children for a buck. So, you see, he was more of an antihero.


His modus operandi was deceptively easy to describe. Basically, he was a 3 card man.


His superpower was that he allways won. Except he hadn't acquired it through some manner of accident. On the contrary, he'd deliberately cultivated it over years of study and practice..















At one point he ended up owning a hotel (which naturally he had acquired precisely in the manner outlined above), basically a front for certain more “esoteric” operations, if you know what I mean..

In actual fact, it was a temporary autonomous zone & a front for teaching black magic.



Through his esoteric research at the time, he came to witness an awakening, signs of a certain force or bioenergetic energy developing in his guests & associates. Hints of an imminent vortex of novelty, or so he interpreted it, just over the temporal horizon..


Naturally, Shades started a whole esoteric order to explore the possibilities of this impending new aeon of (anti)heroes. The we were never (w)here order. And by reading this text, you have initiated yourself into this wwnh (pronounced wan) order, dear reader.



Unfortunately, he also came to realize the extent of the corruption within which the project was embedded,  and decided to do something about it.


 everyone knows me; the people chose me



Except he barely had time to construct a hyperdimensional energetic portal before being discovered by his opponents.

The last thing he remembered was saying to said opponents, "you think you've won? I'll just become more powerful if you strike me down! And that's the game, son. I'm playing for the future. Goddamn you, those are our children, & I WILL bid for their souls!"













I'm just sitting here patiently waiting to hit escape velocity, to reach critical mass..






The faculty of predicting the future is widespread in, at least, the animal species of this Earth. Humanity’s adeptness with this skill is what has most led to the inordinate success of its kind and all the modern technological accoutrements.


The sciences, being attempts to disentangle the universal web of cause and effect have always had as their aim the dictates of that higher science called “prediction”, as the early astrological hierophants set out to chart the heavenly cycles and their catastrophes. The very fact that things in time can be foretold, or predicted, indicates a limit to the sequential possibilities of actualization for any line of occurrence.


It would seem that only X, Y, or Z can follow in and from the flow of what has just transpired. This is particularly true in structured, logical use of language: syntax and semantics, as attempted to be relayed by the speaking party, dictate which possible words or phrases are allowed. Hence, it is only natural that the desire for humans to know the future finds expression in communication: I attempt to suss out, at least, that word or phrase that will be next uttered.












w is the new G




What I seem to find, however, is that another token is chosen by the other party in preference to that which I have just selected as what would most naturally follow. But the speaker first paused, as if they needed to retain spontaneity - and if, in my mind, I have run through the most exhaustive list of possibilities, I often find them at a loss for words, as if I had stolen away their thought, interrupted and diverted their channel of flowing ideas to my own local personality.



That this happens so frequently when I am attempting to predict in conversation, and infrequently when I hold no stance toward that future word, seems to indicate that my own, only mental, process extends in effect to another party. Perhaps this stoppage, so to speak, is due to the inability to let the semantic unit continue on its way to the intended recipient, and that if I could so only slightly arrest the course of its delivery, instead of causing an interruption in thought and communication of the speaker, I could accurately predict and lead the chain of thought.

















“The ceremonial magician sets his stage for the rehearsal of reality with all the traditional weapons; but Zos maintains that this is unnecessary mummery, because the apprehension of our greater realities is to be effected consciously through living the symbolic simulations of the ego ‘as if’ they were real, not as a mock rehearsal, but as a spontaneous evocation within the magic circle of immediacy—now”


- Kenneth Grant, Austin Osman Spare: An introduction to his psycho-magical philosophy








Another possibility, that seems corroborated by other occurrences, is in keeping with the dictum that “reality is stranger than fiction” and that the Grand Architect demands we cannot foretell the entirety of the story of this one of our lives and thus collapse our expanse in time between birth and death to a point. And what fun or adventure would it be, and what boredom it would be, if we knew all in advance?



Reality, humanity, is slippery and resists being  pinned down and played as if a piano. The music of creation has way of surprising, and when we think we know, there is that turn in phrase changing tenor and indicating that “what is” is larger, more complex and spontaneous, than what an individual can predict - in short, there is no limit to knowledge, and there are always new doors to new unknowns.













the Master is terrible because she is YOU








Quantify


We qualify and contain a continuous dimension by tracking the movement of matter.


An immaterial reaffirmation,
boiled into concrete shoes for the river.

Coagulated opus con[trap]tion.
Conceptual retraction.

Cosmic repression.

Catatonic depression.

The most predictable and cruel of mind fucks – gonna’ jerk you into a corner.


Where is time?

The memory?

Or the prophecy?

Stick a pin in it for me.

Time is broken – you are reading a memory.

The illusion only unveiled by abstract cracks if all that distracts.

Tear a rift in your continuum by eroding compulsion.

That vicious cycle fattened off your fear.

You tenaciously combat creation.

Dip into the wave of the curse.

Ride time to death – the unavoidable conclusion that backs the psyche of the species off a cliff of pain.

But we have our moments in the breath, when we are released from it all, and swim in the energy of life.



And the soul gives a nod as it passes itself in the sunlight.



    

2019-01-04

an (esoterico-)energetic cybernetics




"There are other worlds behind ours, other lives behind what we call life. We must do away with the parentheses of exclusionism in exchange for the hypotheses of a fantastic Unity. And no matter if we make mistakes...what is essential, at a time like this when new methods of knowledge and new ways of thinking are being opened up, is that we should have no doubts at all that maps will have to be altered, that the world is not what we thought it was, and that we ourselves, in the depths of our own consciousness will have to change into something different from what we were before."

- Pauwels & Bergier, Morning of the Magicians





Our Work is on the inner planes, & the less they know about it, the better for the profane











A friendly chat with Choronzon


The most profound esoteric teachings insist that there is no visible line of demarcation between waking life and a dream. So when Shades (thus named firstly because he always seemed to wear shades and secondly because he was not unitary but a collective which included certain shades of the dead) awoke, it was 9 months later, & not even he knew where the fuck he was..he'd had a lot of time to recapitulate, as Castaneda called it.

He was in a cube floating, as if weightless, in a sea of patterns of lights, swirling, circling all around..

Nor was he thrown off balance when he was met by a bespectacled machine elf interlocutor who seemed not so much to speak as to sing directly into his mind in a voice curiously remeniscent of Terence McKenna's:


“welcome, Noble Traveller…”, the being seemed to say
"Where am I, & who the fuck are you? ?", shades asked, not unreasonably
"You know they tried to kill you right? Blasted you.."
"Sure. But I'm too valuable to the, um, 'organization'"
"Right, right. I used to be like that too, kid. & then I be came Everything. In any case, that should give you a good hint as to where you are.."
"No way. You're telling me this is Da'ath, & you're Choronzon!?"
"Bingo. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Still quite a few people I have to do in, if you catch me. I have a message for you: 'the enemy is at the gates. Insofar as such crude dualistic concepts obtain below the Abyss, this I have ascertained'", Choronzon seemed to sing, in a cheery tone that seemed incongruous with the content of the message..
"Fuck that. We both know there are no enemies anywhere"
"Sure; you know that, I know that, the company of gnostic saints & high initiates know that, but to the ordinary person on the street, the coming period will seem like the end of the world. It's already started, with the earthquakes, stocks, the weather. You see, Those great spirits, those venerable vudu of whom we ourselves are but an expression, have decided that it's high time to accelerate the psychic evolution on your planet before it's too late.  Unfortunately, the only way to do that, as you know, is to place tests and challenges before the initiates. .in short, the time wave is about to hit zero, shit's about to go all trajectories of sideways,  and your we were never (w)here order, among others, has a serious responsibility during this time of great change. Got it? ?"
Shades stared at the elf, dumbfounded. "Um, yeah I think so. Does that mean I'm not dead?"
The elf giggled as he replied, "it's true that you died, but it's neither the first nor the last time. Now get back to malkuth & get to Work!"

& with that, Shades was suddenly surrounded by a great wind that obscured his surroundings, & then he was


[transmission abruptly ends, static]













"Can what is playing you make it to level 2?"

 - Nick Land, Fanged Noumena





Illumination, gnosis is also like a dis-ease. come, let me infect you with my communicable (b)light!






Tides I: Appropriation



The instinct of intelligence is to suffer. This stresses the mind, in order to invoke evolution. Survival, to the intellect, is overcoming. This is how we evolved from animals to humans - through our minds. The Self(-)diagnoses that there is value in suffering.


This is why we are imagining obstacles for ourselves – continually, unknowingly. Often even intentionally. This process leaves a residue of trauma on the psyche. Self-scarification. A ritual(.) often mistaken for growth.


The core of the universe is (k)not intelligence. Yet, we still identify with it through the intellect. This is wrong. Intellect is for understanding, not relating. We are the vessels of spirit – not reason.


In recognition of this some magicians work their minds towards psychic fracture. Push until it hurts, and spins over on itself. One would reason that to force the self through, would necessitate the evolution of intelligence in order to survive. If you snap, you’ll wake up on the other side….right? This is how we got here in the first place…right?




There is no valor or progress in pushing the self through the mirror, because on the other side there will only be fragments of what was destroyed. 













"And so I could only agree with the mad philosophers of the ego, when they stated in so many books that all that existed was the "Ich," the ego. For to realize that there is only the ego is the most important philosophical lesson that can be taught to the black magician as he slowly gathers together the weapons of his destiny. So if it is only the ego which truly is, then all else must be illusion, unless it is part of the ego. For it must be a part of "my being" to have reality. There is an important lesson to be learned in this egotism: If you do not admit to it, you will always run the risk of being enslaved by something outside of your being. You will always run the risk of being told that you "should" do something for someone outside of yourself. For those outside of you would want to control you, make you their slave, make you think the way they would think. But you cannot do that. You cannot surrender your ego to them for them, if you do, you can never be a power unto yourself. You can never become the Absolute Ego of German metaphysics. For there is an eternal state of war existing between the Ego and the Non-Ego; because they will never let up in their attempts to take over control of your life and destiny. They will always want to control the black magician; because only he has real powers"

- Bertiaux, VGW










Window Space

The Yellow and orange candlelight projects crisp, luscious angles onto the walls.
 Kinetic energy smudges with the shadows.

Tranquilizing purple exhalation,
 wraps its arms, hair, and secrets around me.
Together we writhe and whisper.

My faint breath sends clear ripples throughout the universe.

As it sways with me,
I beg it stays with me.

The city gently hums,
A trampled blissful ouroboros.

Music and warm rushes – coextensive - overtake my body.
The poison gentling nibbling at my soul,
cumming into my blood.












Art is never decoration, embellishment; instead, it is a work of enlightenment. Art, in other words, is a technique for acquiring liberty

— Bruce Lee



you seek security, but you must understand that security is always an ill usion. the only real goal worth seeking is more personal power; ever more





Tides II: Resolution



Intent - Is me combating myself. Intent is grounded in want. I am in pain because I want. I suffer because humans were evolutionarily conditioned to suffer in order to survive. To be in pleasure is to be abundant, and thrive. To be without is to starve, to wean, to die. By consuming, we create hunger. When we are still, there is no want. When we listen, there is no need.



A magician who plans intent, has failed. When knowledge is consulted the will is constrained into a prison of understanding and intellectualizing. Believing, reasoning, or praying.  Yes, prayer is intellectualizing. Conscious activity with the purpose of affecting consciousness is counterproductive. It’s what we did as animals, not what we were meant to do as gods. It’s the unconscious that needs to breathe. Clear consciousness away in order to free it.



Let the anti-mage run wild. The true shaman.



Not pushing through, but letting go.



The magician and the madness must go toe to toe.




At times it may feel or seem as though the outside is acting in, and towards. The contrary is the case. The unconscious will of the magician is cycling towards itself, from within itself.
If intent is focused with the purpose of escaping pain or suffering the intent is wasted. The only way to become authentically empowered is to sit in the pain. Acting from the space within your pain nets extra energy by not fleeing it. When you aren’t in conflict you can focus your energy on other areas. This also harvests the power and energy of that pain. Pain is the greatest gift we never wanted.  We identify with pain through blood or emotion – which are too often intertwined like the serpents of the Caduceus.




Pain is mortal. Despair is existential.


Intuition is magic – time travel,
it has no ritual.



Consciousness, as we all know, is the spell we cast on ourselves. The trap weaved by the unconscious. The mind needs conflict, for progress, and to establish meaning.
Oh mind….are we there yet? Do you feel clever enough to let it all go? Or, are you going to jerk yourself off, and us all around, just a little bit longer? Mind is true insatiable lust.
I resolve to release my subconscious and allow it to find the destination without my intent obstructing it. In order to sync with the heavens I must let them go. In order to move, I must stop.



A good magician knows when to pack away the mind, the ego, and the will. And that, my friend, is when the magician opens themselves up to surf the most gnarly and magnificent of vibes.














My objective has never changed; it has always been the acceleration of the evolution of the world, and allways will be.






A perfect body
perched
on relics of a soul.

 Reflects to me
 the sultan snow,

A mind baptized in Buddha,
drunk on self-neglect,
brined in disgrace,
to be seared on the diamond,
and served to nothingness.








Rude Dog appears courtesy of Rude Dog Records

2018-06-15

in speyerolls






 “you have to be lost so you can be found, & so it goes, around & around”

the Master of the Lodge






...


help me spirits, guide me; I need your voice inside me










When you first move to a new place, you start as it were in the middle of a spiral. With time, you may develop more sophisticated habits, rhythms and schedules in this place. This is why the image of a spiral is apt: the points of reference, places, objects etc might be the ‘same ‘, but the superstructure, if you will, of actions surrounding them develops with time.

Another way of conceiving this is to say that one is able to access other, deeper ‘layers’ of reality with time. These are not physical layers but rather energetic levels..


Esotericists think of these transitions, whose rate varies according to one's discipline & self-control, as one's entering a ‘new world’*, and they can often be correlated to the solstices, equinoxes and other astrological rhythms & transitions..

Phenomenologically (that is, in terms of one's personal experience), this is experienced as an apparent slowing down of time, an increase of one's ‘control’ over their experiences, and a decrease in seemingly random events or ‘novelty’.


This process has a parallel, or more accurately an oblique mirror reflection in esotericism proper, & more precisely the process of initiation. Here, one begins a seeming distance from the Mystery and, with time, feels that they are getting ever closer.

Eventually and as they evolve in their practice, the magician moves beyond simple ‘tricks’, that is, spells into what Bertiaux has called esoteric engineering.

This we define as the placing at various points in space-time of various esoteric machines, essentially energetic programs for the trance-formation of energy as the magician wills it.


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*: if, as we have hypothesized, reality is composed of threads of light, then one's own (not necessarily little) world is simply the matrix of their connections to particular threads. If so, then the year's rhythm of equinoxes, solstices and astrological transitions can be said to shift this matrix in subtle or not so subtle ways. This also accounts for the spirals of which we've spoken: with time, we connect to different threads or lose our connection to others..

























eye am but a point plotted in the x dimensions of Space/Consciousness & Time/Will






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At times, & perhaps often (at least if they're doing it right), the magician will feel all alone in the world. Rather than being cause for concern, the magician should take solace in gnowing that all initiates have had such feelings.

Indeed, we do not write for the many who have not had these out of the ordinary experiences, but for the few (w)ho(o)do



















"Sin. There was sin and sinners everywhere and as far as the eye could see. And if that's true, I must be one too. Surely", Shades thought, "this world must be fallen and evil. And if so, I must take the response ability to redeem it (& me) seriously…”

So Shades did just that, choosing to suffer. Not so that those who believed in him would be saved, no. Rather, he chose to suffer and (in a manner of speaking) ‘die’ so that he could save himself. Also, who knew, he might even find a way to prevent or cure the suffering of others whom he might come across in his own experience. Dig?






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“don't stop for anything or anybody, & take with you as many as you can carry; not 1 more & not 1 less”, is what my Gnostic daddy did say to me



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“I have insisted to the point of exhaustion that there are no procedures in sorcery...There are no methods, no steps. The only thing that matters is the movement of the assemblage point. And no procedure can cause that. It's an effect that happens all by itself”

Castaneda




a hangry ghost















It's interesting to see how different places, cities, streets, etc, change with time. Private places are even more so, developing associations or ‘vibes’, i.e. tangible energetic layers, depending on the experiences we and others have therein. It is from these experiences that such idea-complexes as genius loci have arisen, not to mention those spirits of place(s) as lares & penates.

Magicians take advantage of these facts to imbue or ‘program’ a place with certain feelings and meanings. Indeed, this is one of the steps, and one of the main purposes, of ritual. Powerful magicians can turn even a small room into a power place, drawing theoretically limitless energies from the invisible webs they weave..




















Creed of the we were never (w)here order
- we were never (w)here. leave no traces wherever you go, but also see below
- if you think you might be a member of the Order, then you (probably) are
- as you already gnow, the purpose of our disorganization is to question pre-established notions & increase wisdom & understanding. Feel free to paint, perform, write etc. anything that furthers consciousness & experience of the depths & subtleties of reality.
- allways follow your heart; don't let what others think determine your actions
- no followers, no leaders. This is not to say all are equal in the sense of the ‘same’; some have achieved more, others less..differences should be respected
- we are free to use all the methods of the various schools of esotericism towards our own ends, but must take response ability for the consequences
- (optional:) consider getting our official logo, a skull & crossbones, tattooed somewhere on your anatomy