ATTENTION NEW FLESH, Domus Kaotica; KHAOS, 156/663 Class E Frater Alysyrose (-11, 5) 11-14-2007

"By the Self be Known, that frightful Aether of circulating Blood, from Real was born the Real, and now have I crossed, as Now is Here & Nevermore, into such plentiful boundaries, the face & fragrance of Nothing - and I am Completed without Promise." - Unknown Herein speaks to the desperate, the lonely, the jaded & hardened - Your hearts had been abused & misled, sold and priced at the cost of your Imagination, and lo, still, is hope ablaze, And More. Never forget, there is a feast awaiting only for you upon some desert island where women wear Nothing, and men are clad in mud. Ye are Seeker & Creator, All. Khaos thrives as a Grape awaiting harvest, or some sweet sun-ripened Wormwood, being fed by such thought membranes laid upon, those of love, hate, romance, art and conquest, as such a sweet fruit must, and when thereby upon thy tongue, develop & ensue the most gracious of pleading flavorful prose - the mind swept away to some abandoned tower in 19th Century France, or some decrepit and white-washed metropolis, 23rd Century New York, or still to some alien locale within the depths of self, shrouded & darkened by the all-too-known storming weathers of personality. Know this: "The fruit contains sugars for us." The Chelsea Working

APOPHIS RISING Herein is a principle unknown. Have we not a Life worth Dying for? Have we not an Ideal worth creating our surroundings for? Have we not a sparkling & seductive flame beneath the base of the heart which invigorates us to paint upon the canvas of the Real? Damned be your laws! Damned be your Country! It is my Heart which proclaims what is "Right" to me, and what is "Wrong" to me, and Forever more! I am that which has awakened to the sound of light! "I had seen a power that they did not want developed - for the sum total of empire was too much a price - though it did exist, and was sought, and cut upon. But He had lived, and I had seen him." -Automatic from DB From dreams after the initial awakening I had seen - a city covered in water, the depths of height, a marvelous flood did tide & cover all the previous of the Earth. And so, a herald had been seen in the skies. Green fog without ocean, as a capsized ship in the sky - seventeen as "The biblical Flood began on the 17th day of the second month and ended on the 17th day of the seventh month." "7. This image before me was once of fire. It is now drowned by rain. 8. In its own death, comes his birth." The Chelsea Working Such is Our Recognized Number of Evolution.

THE PARTY - A SHAMANIC GATHERING Sticky sweet Ganja, silver plates of Cocaine, Absinthe presented in traditional style amidst the finest sugar cubes, goblets, spoons, and saucers. The Party is our modern equivalent of the Shamanic Storytelling Rite - drums & fire, sonic vibrations of Will throughout the collective ears - extraordinary feats performed on some self-altering substance or magicians-fuel - the very world and fabric of another injected to the minds of the countless - such is The Party done well by the Shamanic Host. The Shaman takes the role of rare & extraordinary beast within the party - while also offering the finest foods and drugs, he is meanwhile possessed by the Great Poet/Artist who speaks only Truth as Lies, and so thus, he entrances the young & old alike into a seeming hyper-reality of masks, paints, smells, and forbidden tongues. He is macrocosm unto the speculations of their microcosms. A result by which, the lives of whom affected shall be transformed by the magnificent breath of Khaos present, and shall perhaps invigorate them into living a life more in favor of the beautiful unknown, self-metamorphosing absolute, which perhaps even, they used to name as God - now seen as Self, in the most embarrassing, liberating constructs possible - And so the Shaman sleeps knowing Good has been done this night, as he enjoys the walls as waves in the ocean before unconsciousness kisses him on his lovely bleeding brow. THE WALRUS Is the Movement of the Creators, began by the UCA/UCS, which will begin [has started] when every operative & member have been given the right time. The outcome will depend entirely upon the willingness of the creators. (Image asked to be removed)

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ATTENTION NEW FLESH; ADDITIONS: Destruction is very much a part of harmony. "I honestly don't know. Do we [have a life worth dying for?]" You exist now, and you shall be remembered in some way, perhaps not even of who you are, but what you did while here. Your very words now and what I know of your thoughts and ideas, alone shall bind a splinter of Rin forever to not only myself, but all the others who witness a material being in the place of your energies. I celebrate you for it - as I do of what's awaiting you on the other side. "In the Void, there is no suffering; No origin of suffering, no end of suffering. I take refuge in Oblivion." Aye, and quite wise to recognize such things, and to "practice dying", as Buddha said. Oblivion, Void, thing without form, that which is visible from outside, and nothing from within, and so Nothing is of Two aspects - with all language dead within the center, as is information. The eye of the needle when Time was unborn inside the black womb of Tiamat. I approach Void and Nothing as Hun-Tun, or Chaotic Order, the grids & information nodes available to us though never "read", per se, and intrinsically woven within our lives & DNA, to an extent - not speaking only of Death, but the Idea of Void, awaiting Void, and accepting Void - refuge being quite possible - for those lucky enough to meet the thing without fear nor regret. The forever un-hatched black egg - also symbolized as Zero. Alongside Hun-Tun, or Chaotic Order, we also recognize a Benevolent Disorder, or luan (though language here ranges throughout the scope of all traditions - as we must take all human thought into full account.) Which we also relate to as Khaos, or "the great & lively project", which could be anything from the odd proliferation of memes in culture, to the archetypal "Imagination", a party on a desert island, a break-dancing competition, and so forth. The undying mess/matrix of experience - also symbolized as Infinity. The kick inherent in Iuan is a seeming useless action - "What's the point of it all?!" they shout, while holding faith towards "God's Rulebook floating somewhere out in space", a holy grail that we simply must find, if life is to have any meaning or joy whatsoever. And to that: "There will be a fervor of life and creation, a great burning in the gut of all. There will be drums, and paints, and fires, and beads, and powders, and liquids, smokes and gases. There will be plants, and meats, and roots, bark and flower, and explosions of fulfillment. Yes, Fulfillment. Here is your answer. As common as those things found among stones, and as hard as rock, for breaking into that blissful domain is the sole test of the human will." The Chelsea Working

So then, Rin, perhaps even a "refuge within oblivion" is thus fulfillment, as the action is also one with yourself. What, I think, if anything, we view as a spiritual suicide is the kind of smarmy nihilism which proclaims a cessation of project, an ending of understanding, speculation, humanism, and the relationship to the Universal Unknown - to scrap the idea of walking as soon as one takes up crawling, as it were. Christian Duke's yearning for an absolute Otherness opposed to everything we know on this Earth, This Universe, These Senses, is quite noble in this way - Everything Must, and will be, Anew. There are no limits, and even Void may be a thing in constant change - perhaps existence is the state held in familiar stasis. Stasis, that is, until someone comes up with a better idea. "What is this "greater Child" business? I keep getting the impression of this Child to be Christ whining, bitching and getting in the way of the LOVE between ME and DEATH." There are no Christs herein but for the archetypes we may become, in time. In the lingo & metaphors present, this "Greater Child" would simply be a thought-experiment at first, and perhaps also an alchemical agent if used appropriately. We speak of the "New Adam", which could also be "New Eve", which would also be "A child born without Woman", as Christ was a child born "without father." This Greater Child is simply a means to represent all that we, as a species, are coming into - alien math & absurd metaphysics apply, as the concept itself lends correspondece with post-modernism, to an extent, and a kind of "occult" that we on a whole are not yet familiar with. A kind of post-human unwritten mythology, a Mechanical Christ at the End of History - the end result of evolution, as we can so far imagine it - throwing out the book in favor of intellectual anarchy. "And New Adam said unto Mary, "Fuck It." And She did comply." The original passage was: "Death! And Death, as well, is to be made a friend of, kissed, fucked, and made pregnant with an even greater Child of Life, which proceeds and eats it's parents in it's glad joy." -Radical Khaos & The Tiamatic Principle ///end.

ATTENTION NEW FLESH; ADDITIONS; REFERENCE: DRAKONACH: --Trasmission 1/0-"The word is coming soon." What is the word? "It is the word from which all other words, both truths and lies sprung forth." What does this word bring? "It brings Liber-ation, it brings re-straint, it is the word for Every-thing and the word of No-thing. It is the word from which all will be known and none can be grasped. The word is intangible, understandable, learned, and destroyed." Is this word a prophecy, a legend, or just a joke? "It is the prophecy that sprang from a legend based on your cosmic joke. It is all, and is in all ways none." When will we hear the word? "You can't hear the word, it is unpronouncable on your tongue." You didn't answer my question. "All is being revealed as it should be, in due time. Have patience and know that you will know." How will we know when the word is said? "You will know, you will sense it. It will begin as a static hum, you will think your ears are playing tricks on you. From there the hum will become louder, stronger. Your entire being will begin pulsing, molecules vibrating, the air becoming electric. Mounting into the thundering of a drum. Beat by beat the word will spread like a plague, untill all reality will pulse with its beat. It crescendo will be my orgasm." What is the purpose of the word? "Its purpose is mine and mine alone, just know that nothing you have done up to this point will prepare you for this.." Is there any help? "You are already helping in ways beyond your thought and reason. Continue your work to further the word." But you haven't told me the word. "The word is Everything and No-thing, just know that in due time the word will be uttered, and when it is... Let the REAL fun begin. Until that time enjoy the real as you see it now, for REAL change is on its way..."

"We are 1 and always 0." ---End Transmission---

******** A "dialectical" sigil (or whatever) from my whereabouts, known as (among other names) The Heart of the Walrus:

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