The
Vortices of Fore-thinking [[[
Q U A N T U M SATANISM ]]]
Lucifer
is the quill, of black flame, the writings.
Indelible
is the ink on the charred silk of a presence,
whose
subordinates have long forgotten the phosphoresence.
For
They, who seeks its Luminescence
Are
Those who lack in primordial essence
But
through reverence defiled,
we
shall spiral downward in time,
remembering
our long lost birthright,
of
starlit skies benighted.
For
He who seek sustenance
And
He who breathes silence
through
blood and steel, and fire
shall
reclaim the throne of god.
[Excerpt of
« Anthropemic Bibliopegy », by LIM – MMIX)
Lucifer/Satan
speaks to us all in various ways we should and do understand all too
clearly. Contrary to popular belief, His message and teachings are not
at all shrouded in secrecy and mysticism. Unfortunately, as “humans”,
our need to cloud ourselves in logical
illusions constantly renders the
obvious into dubious, creating a most unusual
regression when it comes
to spiritual motion. Spasms of clairvoyance (endarkment if you cleverly
will), instead of being considered simply as they are, tend to raise
more questions and provide fewer answers (unless you focus of course,
but that’s an entirely other issue). Sticking to the main point here,
the art of recycling these cognitive processes battling in our brain
into viable options, we’ve called, amongst other generic practices,
Philosophy.
The
nullifying fundamentalism of Existence
has been, in the psyche of most
terrestrial beings, abandoned and lost in the dusty archives of
history. It seems a more simplistic structure has been adopted instead,
wherein the evolutionist thought-pattern, inevitable in itself as
mental operation, is now boldly considered a thing of the past.
Quantum-speaking: a Past we
abstract by not allowing ourselves to
actualize it in the present tense and thus bringing about a minimal
level of future potentials for us to cling onto and witness. New
ontological links have spawned from this addiction we have to the
illusion of logic. Those
reflexes might seem rather demote in
retrospect but they were necessary for survival… and the survival of
what? Of flesh? Certainly not. More likely the survival of laws
implemented and regulated by inner-Archons
fighting against our most
basic instincts (reasoning, independence and soul-fortitude for
instance), which are, ultimately, the sum of all energies representing
our True-Selves. That is
exactly where and when, through utmost passion
and rigorous worship, that the Lord
of Tunnels, gatekeeper and
key-master comes into play and Satanism emerges as The All that permits
everything else To Be or Not to Be, even Beyond, if commanded to do so.
The
rudimentary exercise of thinking should always remain paramount to any
devotee/initiate, of course. I would hope to see the day when this
habit would leak into the masses as well, but that’s not likely to
happen anytime soon, meek as they are, and I won’t lose myself to
utopian delusions just yet. Paradoxically, I have the visceral tendency
to discard and somewhat despise academic philosophy and most
specifically philosophers and
their schools of thoughts;
which condemns
me to pause and think about this for a moment. Let us dissect this
statement real quick: “…philosophers
and their schools of thought”
implies that, at some point, a consensus concerning various topics has
been agreed upon and that the theories emitted by one individual led to
the formation of a “school” under which you can seek education, hence
submit to conformity and to another’s very personal opinion. For the
scholars, these theories became “truths” not to be questioned, lest you
confront the group and be singled out. You’d be forced to create a
“school” on your own eventually. (Or keep your reflections to yourself
and leave no intellectual legacy behind.) Now why do I see so many
parallels to be made with institutionalized religion here, or is it
just me? (Schools… Churches?)
If the
illusion of logic usually
leads to philosophy (at least in some circles
of interest), without the illusion
of logic, would there be any need
for philosophy? Or rather,
would there be any philosophy
at all? And if
the illusion of logic is an addiction and we know that the
pretension
of an addiction is the pity it inspires, then how come this vessel of
tissues, tubes, bones and fat in which we are trapped is not treating
“the problem” like a cancer or like any other type of disease it is
normally conditioned to fight before leaving us a dried-up corpse?
A simple
question really? Yes, precisely. And since it is a simple “question”,
then what am I doing right now other than philosophizing? --- The
machinations of heaven (smell the metaphor?) tormenting us and
continuously looping us backwards are well oiled indeed. When talking
about the imperativeness of a New
Paradigm to emerge, we should first
build an efficient defense to shield ourselves from the exoteric
effects of those finite and outdated patterns leading us nowhere. Only
then will we be able to dissect their properties and slip through the
fabrics of “reality” by focusing within,
aiming to be outside and
become Pure Abstract Beings
(well aware of the 400 billion+ bits of
information flowing about rather than the mere 3000 bestowed upon us by
the brain).
I am
always interested (and not necessarily interesting, as Boris Vian would
wryly put it), but nonetheless, I often find the whole thing tiring, to
say the least. It seems today as if one cannot undertake the golden
road of philosophy without contracting the nasty habit of
counter-attacking and overtly contradicting the other, especially when
the attacked partisan in the said skirmish is not even alive anymore to
validate his opinion. That being said, I’m like most of you, eager to
learn, yearning to step out of the superstition field and delve into
the superstring field, and finally wondering… what’s the point in all
of this? I am aware that there are philosophers out there who are
genuine enough, but they are rare in kin. We could almost weed them out
to two vulgar categories of thinkers:
1) those interested in the
immensely small (in the grand scheme of things), ie. politicians,
scientists, ecclesiastic authorities and neo-cult leaders, trying to
decipher what the cosmos or “god” still has in store for us, and 2)
those of any open-minded creed (theistic or not) and background
(ethnic, social, etc.), bearing the unignited
black flame inside,
striving to transcend and be reunited with the utmost chthonian
principle — The Void, all
around waiting to devour the Demiurge
and his
system.
Yet on
and on it goes, lingering and overflowing, until what was to happen,
happened; most people lost interest in philosophy, naturally. Let’s
face it: pondering and foreseeing are less than revered nowadays.
Because when it comes down to it, validation through tastes, ideals,
values and opinions will always remain… well, too personal. Individual
tastes are non-negotiable, that we know, however minds can be altered
and hearts seduced, right? Power over matter; magick, so to speak. As
self-proclaimed experts on human nature, philosophers everywhere should
have stumbled upon this very early on and weighted this singular
thought as the primary epiphany.
But with
a nihilistic sigh I must add that I too, when exhibiting myself under
what appears to be mentor-like traits, exuding some form of charisma
and sagacity, become nauseated and promptly grow weary of myself, as
most Chaos devotees should often feel… Blessed by the providence of an
eternal spectrum of possibilities yet handicapped by the curse of doubt
(which in itself stays essential to proper self-improvement). I cannot
help myself — I just feel and think this way. I am but a simple man and
that’s how things are. Why this will
to share, this will to learn
scorching inside? A Will I
have problems figuring out why it manifests
in such ways. I know many of you went through similar perplexing alleys
as I. It’s a dead-end; there’s no escape and perhaps that’s the beauty
of it.
I’ve
always felt like Lucifer’s divine revelations reached us through
interrogations and nothing else. Even the visions are plagued with
imbalance and uncertainty. I can only be amazed when everything does
fall into place according to the vibrations that I have consciously
emitted. My intents, ritualized into a wavelike beam, piercing the veil
of the PCR (Prism Concrete Reality)
and affecting other physical beings
as well as my surroundings. Mastering the subtleties of such a
discourse should be of the essence, yet from personal experience I can
honestly say that it is not always the case; Haphazardness also holds a
great deal of power over control.
The
mysteries of life are a drug and like any treacherous narcotic, it is a
double-edged blade. They can swiftly slice open your mind to new
horizons or make you some kind of cerebral S&M freak. A scarred
degenerate wasting life trough a self-degrading diet; over-analyzing
everything and sadly enough, over-assuming too.
Such is
the norm, biased as it is, with, let’s say, the traditional scientific
approach towards life’s mysteries. Such organizations have a way of
presenting their allegations as if they were irrefutable “facts”, but
truly they are just momentary sophistic “proofs” about issues that are
mostly irrelevant in the first place. But that’s the appeal of such
studies and why they are still gaining ground and leading the masses
today. That is also why it intentionally buries people under a massive
pile of gibberish and mathematical allegories, leaving most puzzled and
confused. If it would indeed be the “right way of reasoning”, there
would be no need to insist upon its righteousness;
it would appear
clear, simple and easy from the get-go. The issues would be their own
questions and their own answers at the same time for everyone to
comprehend. Historically speaking, only recently did quantum physics,
for instance, had to stand side-by-side with the Occult, the Unseen,
and admit that “hey, we don’t really know.” Is there a connection? In
Chaos, where the micro persistently collapse over the macro and so
forth, folding into endless possibilities sometime regulated by an
observer (i.e. the dual-draconite
aspect of Lucifer), yes there is.
Chaos or rather what we perceive as literal emptiness permeates
everything. Without it, not even atoms would be complete. How strange
is it that without Nothingness,
something like matter could not even
exist?
From
this point on, I feel like I must deconstruct what I clumsily tried to
illustrate since the beginning of this text. For what good is there in
writing if I cannot dispute my own arguments and crush my own pedestal?
I am, after all, my worst and most beloved enemy.
Moving
on, here’s another example: Fanatics of the rabidly-rational are
praising, in modern society, the likes of media icons and lobbyists
whose jobs are mainly to prove everybody else is wrong; hence they
appear right and we all act
accordingly, accepting their ludicrous
assumptions as plausible Truth.
It seems ok really and works best
for most of the flock, wouldn’t you agree? Why debate on it any
further? Out of logic? ...No. Logic has nothing to do with it, for such
is the way we were designed and such is the way Chaos, which Lucifer
wields like a beacon in the dark, works its magic. It embodies both the
illusion of “right and wrong”,
of “war & peace”, of “good vs.
evil”, etc., thus influencing each and every step in our life. In truth
we are daily reminded of our common inability to respond to any stimuli
and deep down we know it. Without the
Flame we are no more than stale
vegetables and without Chaos, there would also be no illusion of logic.
Is Philosophy then a
mind-filter for Chaos, might I ask?
Take a
look at religions, which proved yet again to have been an impressive
castrative tool, inhibiting true gnosis. It always made sure we were to
remain numb as ragged dolls for better population control. Their
rhetoric still based on redundancy and their ceremonies stuck in
stone... We have been or will be forced to embrace it or at least
neighbor it at some point. To make a stand and defy the monumental
ignorance it represents can easily become a lifelong endeavor I would
not suggest. When versed in the arcane of the all-encompassing, all
emphasis should be placed on ingenious ritualism and disregard any
rigor mortis model. We should
instead make up our own. (“Forever” being
a word we should absolutely ban from our spiritual dialect. It has a
fatalistic ring and refrains us from moving forward.)
The gears of
Yahweh’s lies may be well greased, that is, if Chaos remains the fuel
to ignite its engine, else it simply cannot function. Creation is a
one-way ticket from Hell to Paradise (or maybe the other way
around?
Anyway what a blatantly retarded concept to begin with…) but won’t take
you anywhere else in Death.
Chaos, however, does bear its own reasons
for no greater purpose than its continuing existence, with or without
us onboard.
We
discuss, debate, and write only to fill in the blanks, yet the Vacuum
in between the lines will always remain. Such is the essence of the
True Divine. Sometimes it may
appear invisible and far-fetched even; so
loud we chant and so often we argue, wasting words on paper, pretty
much like I am doing this very instance.
Within
the misinterpreted Novosphere,
hovering above us, which can only be
perceived with an adequate usage of the AJNA, Chaos manifests as a
nexus through a vehement
synchronicity of Will. The Will to destroy
creatively and to embrace a Darkness
so thick, it swallows whole the
fallacy of the Ego-self;
ascending through discord and disruption, in
order to swim through the aeons
as if they were calm waters. (I am not
referring here to the subversive, time-constricted definition of aeons
used in the Goetia and most
astrologically-oriented tenets, which hopes
to portray dramatic shifts of thought-currents with the coming of ages.
I am simply borrowing the term for the sake of interpretation.)
The very
principle of discord is drawn directly from The Antediluvian Gnostic
Pool, which existed prior to contamination from the wicked blood
of
Order. As a fervent follower,
one needs to put the precept back to the
forefront of Chaosophy and not misview the potency of, lets say,
Discordianism (an example
amongst many) as if it was diametrically
opposed to orthodoxy when it comes to serious Diabolism. With careful
observation, you’ll notice that their worship is also centered around
Satan under the guise of the archetype Eris which stands only as a
“destination”, a poly-faceted Limbo
(ie. the Novosphere), to
which you
must travel to gather forth energies, ideas, and strength in order to
reinvest the benefits, even retroactively, to the service of the Great
Goat. Purchasing a ticket can be quite expensive in consequences and
travelling there can be physically and mentally straining... but it’s
also quite rewarding. Solace of the
Soul is really the bitch-talk of
Evolution, snuff and discard
the very notion. Do everything you must to
reach The Endless.
We can’t
deny the similarities in both movements, but they are distanced enough
to make a distinction. A Luciferian
Adept does as Chaos dictates,
answers the call of the Lightbearer, blends the intrinsic values of
Discordianism (and everything he can get his hands on) into the whole
and with it, fashions yet another riveting dichotomy to exploit. Yet
unlike philosophers and their
“schools of thought”, he doesn’t try to
dissociate the elements as if they were opposite sides of the same
coin. Gnosis creates new psychological wires that just couldn’t be
connected before. The new circuits are truly more intricate than the
old ones and the invigorated synaptic flux reveals arcanums that may
seem logically invalid or incorrect at first, for even the exponential
curve of freed possibilities is, in itself, a restriction. Our sensory
perception is limited that way and refuses to admit that, outside the
repetitive “start and stop” pattern of Chaos, nothing truly Is.
I think
if one wishes to contribute to the Great
Work, one must ignore all
conventions, his own and those of his foes and peers alike. Do not wait
for the unfolding Current to
grow in front of your eyes; become its
roots and seek sustenance for your True-Self.
Become the contrast which
makes the impossible obsolete. Remember: to set on this path means to
have found The Way and to
have already reached its destination; you
just haven’t come to terms with realizing it yet.
Whether
or not we make use of the familiar imageries and sigils shared between
various doctrines is of no particular significance really — but it’s a
starting point. The golden apple
is the seed of Lucifer and is as
crucial as the Serpent who
convinced us to bite its tender flesh.
Symbol, mythos or not — it’s still a great analogy.
Relish
in the fresco that you are
painting. Remember the essays, poems, and
grimoires you may have read, the music you have listened, the sights
you have seen which inspired you in the past. Pay careful attention to
their paradoxes and form in your mind the schematic logic that seems to
infiltrate the overall concept. Meditate on it. Then once you are
positive that you may have grasped the scope of the diagram, shatter
the equation and its solution, and take your sweet time to pick up the
pieces. Re-assemble them in any manner you see fit. And if you happen
to think that you’ve grazed the surface of Truth, resist the urge to
procrastinate and start again from scratch until you ultimately fall
from a strike from His scythe.
In the
end, I know this was a philosophical text of scattered ideas, or a
Chaosophical short essay of sorts, but how can I be certain? I’d rather
consider it an adversarial dialogue between myself and I: and you, the
Observers, are justifying or
rather solidifying the validity of such an
exercise. If nobody had read or was to read this text, maybe the idea
to write it would’ve never manifested in my mind in the first place... only The
Master, Lucifer, knows.
