To Follow

To begin with. A certain amount of truth can be heard across the way. In a sphere overlapping this world. A whisper calls forth imaginations in the mind of a man. Conjuring a rather extreme obsession from the inception of his conception. A true gift measured in the gratuitous amounts of free thinking. Most notable are the references bestowed by the eclectic predecessors of the extended phenotype.
Holding a course indifferent to the sophisticated pursuits of many that surround this territory of minds. A voracious appetite quelled only by the hesitation to moor too long in a harbor of lost ships. Colliding against the docks. Undulating waves break patterns of rhythm. Reflecting a trance bathed in the silver creases folded by the moon.
Burned paper floats into the sky, climbing faster than any smoke. Limited by only it's dimensions, it loses no momentum in it's self immolation. Erasing into fragments concealed by a rather clever chaos mimicking memories.

A rather lengthy subtraction process reveals a denominator unlike any other. The need to harness a bondage is in and of itself. Released from gravity, and close to the warm dawn. Not sure what to make of it really.

Sitting here in this mind. Not too terribly clean but watching the dust settle from time to time, produces relaxation. Allowance is credible to those who work for it. No hurry. Just something to tend to. To sit in. To observe. To struggle with. Ever present until the peace is constructed by the pieces.

No pessimism. No true optimism either. A dispersing vector. Revisiting nodes and sending out rhizomes. Processing raw thought and fabricating a reality stitch by stitch.
The yolk that sustenance is fed upon. This is not for human consumption. For the revelation would destroy the binary world. It is the ambrosia of the mindless.

Long since it passed over these lips. Though the words spilled resemble nothing of the sort, every lie is a depiction of a valid construction.

A tall Hunter wanders the woods. Not to take, but to be present and follow. The gratification of following the trail. The bent and broken resemble so many, but only the Hunter sees the signs. Grass arches and holds the hidden. That which is waste is signature to a presence. One that follows the course of destinies. The canopy spreads wide and vision expands. Bringing into focus the populated meadows, he turns and goes back inwards.

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Ever vesce
Not to be!
Eternal strife of the life of thee
who subtracts and deduces the natures of others incessantly

To Love under Will
is to build and construct
for true communion is through thy labor

Speak not of the redundant
Reiterate only to reprogram
Select and discourse on that which remains unexposed

"Humble" He says, "and thou will find peace"
A suggestion that prescribes a method of passivity

Enter the Lion's Den and forget that you have already been consumed
Before meeting the Beast

ひきこもり or Hikikomori

Piss and bitterness
Without the encroaching, there is no motivation
But not at the expense of your character
That lackluster
sluggish amplitude modulation
singing from the throat
Corpus Callosum has nothing to do with death
but your fading decaying communication does not follow
and this absence is the parallel
that is fucking killing me.

That, in itself used to spawn much suffering. Now, it leaves the strongest sense of commitment to exposure. Profound internal obsessions peer from behind the skirt and offer sweet whispers that appear benign and harmless. Forked are the tongues. With piss and bitterness. That old schema to denounce, to distrust, to wail and complain. The bio-survival imprinting that leaves the spirit spinning into confusion in some Bardo. Prostituting opinions under the guise of hapless oblivious Ego. Filled with piss and bitterness.
That being said, Eye know happiness. "I just want to be at peace and content". This animal has an apetite and devours experience. Not absconds from the experience. itself resenting the capacity of others to accompany this flagellation or flatulence. Eukayotic idiotic irreducibly complex molecular machines inane. So beautiful.

Difficult as it may be. Writing declares ownership. A liability that has never felt comfortable. Especially in the first person. Often it remains inert due to the fact it is only shared amongst a carefully selected audience. Which is revealing...come to think of it. If the inherent nature of the traumatized (to affirm its existence) is to remain secretive and somehow passively cast and audition (conveniently) amongst like minds leaves the violence out the expression. There is a great degree of emotional energy connected and left for stagnation. To remain sleepless and turning revolutions and pull the fist is simply not delivering.


Yet, the writings continue and the paintings manifest. All left to the unresponsive collective that usually remains close. If it were not for the continuous support of some of my deep friends, some new, some left to their own lives, this would probably not be the case. Offense is the gratification obtained and this method of "lost suffering pariah" is just not working. Nor, can anyone allow the punishments of navigating my thoughts. Its a gale and not defeating. Just continuous and rapidly resilient.

Walking in and out of lives it is hoped that the effect is significant. Though there is a great measure of respect for those who have stood by me. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder#.27Secret_schizoid.27

"Pain is character distortion...simply not necessary."

An interesting discussion of E-Prime.
Though he doesn't endorse the practice and refers to those who im(EX)plore the method as a "cult", it was relevant in the broad sense of how it functions.
The true value is found in the residual qualities left from extensive periods of practice.



Liber Vel Jugorum is, in a sense, a predecessor to E-Prime. Author Robert Anton Wilson credits and cites Crowley's work throughout his life work. In Crowley's exercise he suggests the practice to endure only long enough until mastery. Mastery simply put would be a flawless use of filtering censorship resulting in live time without distorting the efficiency of the cognitive processes. This is traditionally accomplished with two weeks.

To reiterate: The true value is found in the residual qualities left from extensive periods of practice.

What is so often found is that the initial period of experimentation brings forward significant frustration and eventually it will question the integrity of the operators initial hypothesis. Many at this point begin conversing with the resistant ego and concede to either "this is pointless" or perhaps "you have mastered this or got the general idea". If the experimenter gives in to these "suggestions", (S)he will find little to no significant quality gained, and ultimately discontent with the performance of the practice. Left unimpressed and true to the persistant nature of their programming, the wanderer continues to stall.

Stalling is character distortion, simply not necessary.

Again, the process should be engaged until the operator feels as if the practice is not cumbersome on the efficiency of thought. Once the operator is performing with little to no latency with the language restrictions in place, the practice may be put aside for a period of time. Now, after returning to the familiar rules of traditional communication, the experimenter will observe the residual benefits of the method. Though the symptoms can be quite unique to the user, there are some generally common reflections:

1.An enhanced sense of agility while engaged in conversation. A nimbleness is detected when language construction appeals to the individual's lexicon. A measure of expansion in the breadth of vernacular usage can be noted.

2.When listening to patterns in transmissions sent from others, an almost automatic disassociation occurs between the words and the symbolism being conveyed by the speaker. After scrutinizing the language of the internal dialogue with such harsh diligence, it is almost impossible not to analyze the messages delivered by others. Opinions are quickly detected with an almost automatic response and dispatched accordingly. Facts are just as easily deciphered and assimilated as well. This allows for significant strides in oration when exploring concepts rather than facts. Be careful not to dominate with Socratic analysis, for this agility has a half life. When it runs out, you remain a pompous ass.

3.Quality not quantity. The practice is tiresome and frustration remains present all the way until the end. During the practice the user will find that normal worthless discourse is simply too tiring and will eventually evade the temptations of trivial verbosity. Initially, it may be considered an act of laziness during the experiment, a way of avoiding the exercise, but this is not a negative disposition later on. Upon completion of the method, the user will continue to monitor the quality of the subject matter being contemplated before actually speaking. A nip in the bud for the persistant logorrhea most of us experience. This reservation also has a half life: be aware of the pitfalls of becoming obsessed with the value of conversation and severely questioning the ambiguity of speaking. ...Which leads this discussion to the hazards of fucking with the programming...


"Language is a virus."- The Ticket That Exploded By William S. Burroughs


The parallels between computer programming and Nuero-linguistic programming should be considered before participating in the active manipulation of the operators software. In meta-programming there are some rules to follow to ensure successful architecture capable of supporting the complex yet fragile weight of the human mind. Please refer to this link to address any semantic issues that may arise further in this discussion: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaprogramming

Burroughs taught the cut-up technique to Genesis P-Orridge as a method for "altering reality".

Just as the DreamMachine seems like a good idea until you realise you are an epileptic, so should one approach the practice with metaprogramming.

There takes a special internal motivation that is possessed by those of us who are even open to the postulations these experiments propose. This internal drive toward evolution can lead us into a vivid state of confusion. Just as Burroughs stated the nature of language as a virus, nothing seems more affective from these endeavors than the insanity of Though Disorders.

Burroughs and Gysin developed the cut up technique utilizing the language template they had on hand: English. This served as both the substrate and template for further manipulation. Though experimenting with fresh individual substrate (i.e. sigils,symbolic talismans,runes) is encouraged, it should be introduced after a template has been corrupted. Why?

It is only a suggestion, but through many attempts it has been a shared experience amongst psychonauts that frequent contact with dissociative states occurs when utilizing user created semantics. This dissociative state usually accompanies a state of alienation towards others and with the psyche as well. This schizophrenic confusion can be quite uncomfortable and can be avoided if one utilizes the garbage at hand. The Aghori find that every manifestation of beauty resembles the simultaneous hideousness and divinity of our lord Shiva.

This activity is to merge higher consciousness with this current incarnation. Not to apprehend one mode and develop an insufficient apparatus to replace another. The emphasis is to interconnect multiple grides of synaptic patterns and not abandoning explored territory. To enhance and evolve the machine to assist the desire of our True Will. Creation requires new technology to be introduced and fitted to allow higher functionality. Now...

Smash the control images — Smash the control machine

There are various ways and techniques to introduce your own cancer into the body of language that constitutes as your source code.
From Wiki: "The language in which the metaprogram is written is called the metalanguage. The language of the programs that are manipulated is called the object language. The ability of a programming language to be its own metalanguage is called reflection or reflexivity.
Reflection is a valuable language feature to facilitate metaprogramming. Having the programming language itself as a first-class data type (as in Lisp, Forth or Rebol) is also very useful. Generic programming invokes a metaprogramming facility within a language, in those languages supporting it."

Communication is a vary clever tool for the clandestine cultural engineer. Learning how to utilize cipher and create abstractions out of clearly defined language rules is a wonderful influence to derail conditioning amongst those who interact with us. Reread that and every other strange sentence sequence previously embedded in this essay to further understand.

Writing is another fantastic way of creating and destroying symbol/word associations. Thee Psychick Bible is littered with this.
Read these for further instruction:






Find more methods and corrupt them with your self.

Many attempt to short circuit language with various prescriptions and users are encourage to participate with all practices and methods specifically tailored to their individual needs. With diligence and commitment simple practices can be mastered with minimal internal conflict and maximal effect. The Bodhisattvah remains as a compassionate interaction amongst all. By applying common language and diverging collectively, the influence can become extreme. Perhaps leading to full sigilisation.

In biological terms we are rhizomes. Fucking and spreading our infected memes amongst all. Making violent transitions from sleeper cells into active Agents of chaos or free radicals. In turn, these radicals can start chain reactions. When the chain reaction occurs in a cell, it can cause damage or death. Occasionally, even adaptations.

Regressive posture.
Senseless grasp at infinity; watch the sand fall through the desperate hand.
Not me, but you this time.
Watching every grain spill out your seams.
The regressive posture is illustrated in a mirror.
You on the right and my condemning annoyance to the lefthand path

In past, to offer, was to appeal to compassion
In the past, the compassion was of mix integrity

Paradox? Nah, we are both doing the same shit. It is all a repetitive motion. My condemning demeanor and your idiocy reflecting mine.


This is a relatively short essay. I found it entertaining, but obviously a bit outdated. Not one for reviewing usually. Not one for remaining indiscriminate either. So I have to applaud this:

Excellent album. I have enjoyed it immensely.

It exposed me further to Hakim Bey. I have downloaded and will read his book: "The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism".
Just looking over the contents gives the overall impression that I am about to investigate something very creative and abstract. Looking forward to it.

A great article regarding Liber Vel Jugorum: http://www.kaaos.org/faerie/jugorum.html

Day zero was a vow of silence. This day was far worse than the following others. The count was recorded at 12.

Day one with prohibitions in place:

no letter "s"

"the"

pronouns

The count came in at around 12 (my journal contains the data with accuracy).

Speaking was incredibly exhausting. Consideration was required for every response. There was a significant latency. This latency was excruciatingly frustrating for both me and my audience.

"To orate in a manner that required one to reflect with

a degree of high concentration, would reveal that a topic may be abandoned far before arriving at a proper introduction. " an example.

In a mild way, this can be understood vaguely. Which was how it translated to most. my brother was an exception. He could understand incredibly well. Far beyond any other.

The count ran to twelve usually. By the end of the experiment all infractions were due to dialogue difficulties within the local community while on errands.

Concentration put me through considerable discomfort. Sometimes, it would reach the point of manifesting as an intense headache. At other times, I became invigorated and filled with "presence" and "powerful meaning". It was always exhausting. Every night I slept deep and had chaotic yet unretrievable dream content. The burning of the cuts were definitely assisting the attention and focus. Overall, the experiment increased a threshold for mental performance.

At the end of the experiment I was weary and a deep dissociative feeling was overcast with melancholy. This feeling would just as soon be swept away. Leaving a dry warm bath of energy tingling and infusing what I imagine to be my igno

rant witnessing of The Will. Vacillating back and forth. Reminding me of Crowley and his prayers to Adonai as noted in John St. John...

I left the experiment in the end weak and without confidently expressing my commitment. I am not disenchanted with myself in any capacity. I diligently practiced something that proved to be far more challenging than any other mental exercise I have ever attempted. I discovered how incredibly lazy the mind is and how clever its methods of resistance can be. Clever as they are, obedience can be assured with practice. Patterns are easily introduced and once disruption provides a viable window of opportunity, patience will inevitably beget assimilation. The experiment has given me this reflection over the cour

se of a week investigation.

I am not content practicing only one third of the curriculum however.

I will continue the experiment in a week. Providing a lexicon for the speech control and emphasis being on the action. My record keeping is atrocious. A true neglect. With the prohibitions in place, inebriation lurking in the hal

ls, and a less than adult configuration by nightfall. That record gets left in promise. Quasi discipline is insincere. An immersion into the experiment reveals the level and condition of the operators machine, but is by no means given amnesty to further detract from the work.

That being said. Methods, rules, and preparation is to be in order for the next phase. Phase two of three. Primary focus on action. Regulation will be set to best fit the trappings of comfort for the operator. Secondarily, the speech will be under sharp scrutiny.

Addressing my progress and commitment to the art:

It appears that living a life with explicit concern to the quality of consciousness allows the sense of inferiority to abscond briefly. Even after it's return, a sense of confidence, strength, and pride seem to reside humbly inside. Just a bit more than I had before. Surefooted I feel inclined to step further into this internal frontier, and Crowley's work seems to be in accordance to my particular nature.

I find it really interesting how certain associated m

aterials over lap and yet idea's remain hostile in their infancy. In particular, I read of how Crowley held Spare in such esteem, yet the individual personalities were not compatible. Yet, there is so much I found amongst both men and their Work that can be harvested and synthesized into my own methods. So, I move along doing just that. Listening attentively, and conveniently aligning myself with the bolder strengths or weakness of both influences. After all, Genesis P. Orridge credits both and has extensively integrated approaches from both men into her work.

I have started reading Arcana V. A collection of essays from various musicians and academics. The essay by William Breeze was amazing. Later I was surprised I was familiar with his work in music. I also discovered he holds position in Ordo Templi Orientis.

His candid way of reducing his own learning difficulties into a solution was readily apparent. He rendered several basic musical models into relevant occult symbolism. Thus creating an amazingly simple visual representation that conveys information to audiences that might find traditional scale explanations difficult to penetrate. My mind is tired and the words are slipping away from elaboration. Time for more rest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm77hDVawp0

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Commencing a series of experiments according to the grade. Dawn tomorrow.

The preliminary phase seems has been burdened by the smoke of sloth. Increasing the level of participation and challenging the censorship.

As a stream tests the integrity of every obstacle, the cacophony of mental noise reverberates like no other. The walls feel desperately thin and the thrashing of inner limbs feeds the anxious breath.

The four strokes for sentimentality. Easily produce a record as required. Tenacity is essentially the root of the exercise. Constant mental direction may have a residual effect that is indeed beneficial: Obedience that allows for the scrutiny necessary to reduce haphazard witnessing and enhance actualization of suspended patterns of meme.

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Tomorrow will be the initial phase of an experiment as prescribed by Liber III vel Jugorum. d

This day of folly proved to be enlightening. The follow challenges will prove to be even more revealing. Whats the cost for seeing beyond the flesh? seven days will pay for the answer. seven more for the confirmation bias, and seven to the devotion of the number.

azimuth

The Point(which is only position)

The Line(which distinguishes the Point)

The Triangle or Plane. The surface where the light illuminates a range of subjects limited only to the field of vision of the Locus.

Three points create the surface. The Triangulation provides the Ego with a surface on which it may place items of thought, memory, or artifacts conjured forward by internal or external stimuli.

From this, it is easy for the Shaman to determine the distance of the unknown object from either observation point, its north/south and east/west offsets from the observation point, and finally its full coordinates.

Qualities and apparitions of meaning appear beyond The Plane. Further along on cosmic tree or Sephirot.

Tasteful?Sycophancy?

currently reading thee psychick bible.