Lupo's Broad Sheets

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broadsheet:  I

A Magickal Formula

 The only sin in our age is restriction.  Our society restrains itself in fetters crafted by the media, society, and religion.  I ask you how to free yourself from these fetters.  Even the fetters that held Fenris have more substance than what holds us in place; but yet our fetters are more solid than steel and are invisible.

For some we can see these locks around our feet and our hands, but for most we cannot.  When have you been stopped from an action by a law or rule that was created and enforced by this system?  I ask this because without recognizing this fact we are in turn never given the sweet taste of freedom.  If we do not have freedom then we are a prisoner.  That in turns needs to change.

So I give you a magickal formula.  It is a definition that will enable you break through these walls.  “To cause change in conformity with will”.

This is the nature of magick and all that fall within its domain is magick of the highest degree and should be praised.  I give praise to the card shark and the con artists.  For in doing their will, they tear asunder your concept of reality. They supplant it with their own.  Your spent money then feeds them and gives them shelter where they can in turn create new thoughts and ideas.  They are considered the detritus of society but they have freedom, what do you have?

Screw the saving; I will take my own reality.  The only reality that I will see is my reality the one I perceive.  I do my will and supplant my reality upon the existing one.  My will be done on earth and in heaven.  I will take my desires and make them manifest.  I will take the dogma and shove up it faith’s ass till she quakes in orgasm because she realizes that SHE LIKES IT.

I present to you a method by which to give faith a good solid orgasm and that is magick.  It is a method of imposing your will upon the world and changing things in accordance to that will.  It is the highest art and all forms of this art fall within all forms of society.

Poetic Terrorism Is Magick

Art Sabotage Is Magick

Sleight of Hand Is Magick

From Khaos all is possible, and now I ask you my one weekly chore.  Do something you have never done before with the intent of causing change within yourself, whether it is physical or mental.

 Sincerely, Lupo

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broad Sheet:II

Wonder’s Never Cease
Alice is a lively girl, living in a lively world.  The only worries are those her own mind projects upon the dreamscape that is inhabited by the Cheshire Cat.  The dear old girl must have a lively imagination.  Well then so do we.  So to we must call up our own Cheshire Cat as a guide.

The physical reality is a projection that accepts all input from all sources and out sources the work to a mixmash that we could call “coincidence”.  And my fishies don’t believe in coincidence.  To quote our anarchistic freedom fighter, “There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidence”.  If there is only an illusion of coincidence then dear me, can we dream up a new sort of input into our reality.  Can we impose reality upon the world?

If so then I must say that this must come as a shocking surprise for some who only dream of a revolt.  But a dream is a dream and a hope is a hope.  A hope is something to joke out, for the hapless revolutionary to choke on as he sits their whining and complaining about having to do home work while hoping for a better tomorrow.

Why should I stifle my sneeze or even worse hold it back.  My sneeze is a force of creation.  It is chaos resulting in a force of energy that is a creation.  Stifling it only will only hurt my throat and renders my throat sore.  So excuse me friend you have some creation on your forehead.

So now look into the inherent world.  That wonderful mixmash that exists within your own head and let’s create something there.  Why yes if Alice can have a cat then so can we.  So we must have a Cheshire Cat as well.  Oh yes a lovely mangy cat that society would look down upon and ignore as they go sip on their Starbucks coffee.

So now let’s impose our reality.  The “Mixmash” will come to life in the physical world.  Because what is the world but a construction of the self.  A self-imposed creation that we see and inhabit.  Yes I am crazy, but only because I dare to be more than what I am.  So to thus does ever man who is more than what the world allows him to be.  We are born crooked with a crack within our reality.

In The Act Of Fixing This Crack We Become Everyone Else

In the Act Of Becoming This Crack We Transcend The Word Else.

So let is delve into the crack into the holy world of magic and the imposed will.
Sit down and down and impose your will upon the crack in reality and expose the freedom that we have here in this little tiny crack.  We shall become the uberman that the crazy man Zarathustra spoke of.  If indeed man is something to over come, than we must.  We must go down into the recesses of our own mind.

Sit and spin an image in your mind of a cat.  The mangiest ugliest cat in the world.  Now give him a voice, yes give him a voice.  Let him speak to you.  He is a guide, now if he is a guide he must exist in both worlds.  This is your task for the week, create an image for him to inhabit and let him stay there and listen to his words.  Let your mixmash inhabit this mixmash.  For Anarchy Is Not Khaos but, the creation of the state of Khaos.  Impose your true will.

Sincerely, Lupo

[Alysyrose]

Great stuff!

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Thoughts:A Spoon Full Of Sugar Helps The Medicine Go Down.

“In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game”

One of the medias talents that we occultists tend to forget and ignore is the use of a tasty medium in which to transmit our message and thoughts.  If our methods do the suit the mood of the population than how are we to teach those who do not want to hear.  We are teacher in the elementary school of life and we are dealing with the rowdiest, Ritalin swallowing, obnoxious students.

And like all teenage adolescents they already claim to understand everything.

So like teachers we can either attempt to sit their spouting phrases like a wise man, rant like a mad man ((that is to say that angry teacher who was frustrated that no one ever listened)) or we can adjust our teachings.

This is not to say that the teachings themselves should change ((IE the core ideas)) but instead we give our audience a candy-coated chunk of thought.  Let the students eagerly swallow something that they eat everyday.  And let them digest the thoughts that this must provoke.  While this is in no way a perfect way to teach, it is still much preferable to banging your head against the wall.

Like a good meal, the students who wish to swallow more will come back.  While Snickers and Kit-Kat’s may be tasty, a truly well made home cooked meal will always be better.

To quote Marry Poppins,

“A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way”

The medicine that is magic is not something that can be force fed into society’s gullet.  Instead society must sip from our cup of it’s own free choosing.

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Rant I:
Everybody Plays The Fool

Wisdom has become a dime a dozen.  Every one has become self-proclaimed experts at the field of everything, though in the sad field of reality they no nothing.  So I proclaim that I know nothing.  It is the nothing that I speak of, that I strive for, that I search for.  It is the nothing that I seek to teach.  I teach foolishness so that you may be foolish to.  I am but a fool in a foolish world so I guess that stands for something.

Media teaches us all that we need to know, all that we might desire to know.  So I ask you what set’s you apart from the rest of the mediocre world.  Do you have a degree in politics?  Do you work in the field of politics?  Do you have a friend who works in the high end of the government?  Ah now we stand in the light of “higher” reason don’t we?  I mock your intellectual achievements.  Your highhanded knowledge of politics is handed to you on the silver-tinted tray of the media spoon-fed.  In retrospect you nothing that millions of others do not.  Our saviors are faith or belief but rather FOX News and MSNBC/CNN.  Yes as the voice of god speaks to us “This is CNN”.

You have forced the voice of individuality to play the game of shock and awe.  No longer does individual skill earn merit or looks of appreciation/disdain but rather the jaded look of a culture that is so intone with cultural consciousness that the individual consciousness has been lost in a maze of Japanese cartoons, spoon fed media, and “alternative” culture.  In order to force your attention I must play to the realm of disgust and emotion.  I must raise your libido and ire to draw the individual out from the realm of society.

 I have raised the question of knowledge and so I must whisper more words of encouragement into the ears of a few active listeners.

“The Self Is Sacrificed On The Altar Of Society”
“Rebelling Against The System Is The Same As Being A part Of The System”

The revolution of media has introduced each person to more extreme forms of art and society.  We are introduced into an ever revolving circle of work ups where we must go further than before in the value of shock and awe in order to accord a response from society. 

I The Wolf Spit In This face, this collective face that asks me to suborn my individualism for the sake of society.  Society is a collective of individuals at the very end of the day.  I do this for the I’s, so that the Kings Of Me can rise to rend the world of illusion.  This world of Insubstantia.  The release of the self from the prison of Me so that we may become I’s. 

My task to you this day is to take time each day to stare at the individual skill’s that are presented to you by the people around you whatever they may happen to be.  Appraise each skill not by the basis of what you have seen, but on the difference from the norm.  The sheer skill and work required to master the most basic of skills.  There is beauty in all art even from the beginning, respect this beauty for it is true beauty that which the great philosophers once spoke.

To Society
Very Disrespectfully
Lupo

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broadsheets III:
A Simple Idea

Silence is an odd annoying bedfellow.   For some it is not conducive to the task at hand.  What pray tell is the task at hand? Why my friend not thinking.  Anarchy is not the state of chaos but rather the method of creating it.  It is the moment of insurrection that the anarchist finds his value.  I often enough rant and rave and wave seemingly meaningless words around as if they were gold coins that might impart a wealth of wisdom by just living them.  So I will drop this façade for this moment and impart a moment of clarity.

Without a form of control our efforts are doomed to the same tides that we seek to bring into the world.

He he, that was a little serious of me.  So much for jaunting humor.  So much for bad jokes.  I seek change, which was always the goal, by teaching.  My method of choice is to impart a bit of wisdom to the masses by the means of occult spirituality.  This means growth and that means change.  Without change in the self, without change in the ego,  no change can be gained from outside forces or methods.  As Above So Below.

It is the means of evolution by the process of dissolution.  This is Anarchic Magick.  It is true freedom of the self that is gained by the means of self.  This is not bottled nor is it canned, it is created by your intent and meaning.  By changing ourselves we change society, we uncork the bottles of creation and let loose the tides of ether within the world.

The previous broadsheet introduced two ideas,  the first was the idea of a sigil.  A thought-form given being by the state of our own mind.  It is not the hypocrisy of papal church nor the self-love taught to us by guru’s wearing funny hats.  It is the matter of belief in the creation of the self.  A sigil effects change in the material world by creating change in the astral world.  Tis no more simple than my dearies.

The second thought is that of an egregore.  A self-sentient being that exists within the spaces of our own belief in the being.  I have woven an image of a cat within your mind,  because in the fractal recesses of our mind we need a guide.  While we can create our guide,  and I emphasize this as a means of progression.  We often need a dose of reality within the recesses of our thoughts even if it is a rather fractured one.  So I have given you one,  his name is Chesire and he will guide you in the own recesses of your mind.  His advice may seem fractured but I recommend following it.  As we advance we find there are other methods that we can use to effect change but for now I will leave you with these mind phucks.

Now that I have stated these two ideas ((I need not expand on them for there is plenty of material available for inquiring minds)),  I dress up in silence and teach you control.

Control of Mind and Control Of Thoughts.
-My Task For This Week Is That You Dress Yourself In Silence By Whatever Means You Can and Think of Your Guide You Will Find Him Quite Usefull.  Do This Once A Day.
-Create A Sigil With Intent And Purpose To Effect Your Life In This State.

Sincerely,
Lupo “The Wolf”

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Definitions I : The “Modern God”

Certain words that we use to describe a group or genre do not always do the word’s justice.  In the act of creating propaganda we often use new words or grouping of words for effect.  So I use a new word to describe a relatively faceless existence.  We can call “it” the modern god.

The modern god is essentially another name for the totality that we call the media.  I am using this word because the collective media has for all intents in civilized society replaced many of the functions of the early versions of the church and has ingrained itself in such a way that it’s pretty much ingrained into our heads that we need this.  Even in the act of acting against it we seek to use it, we become apart of the modern god that we seek to rebel against.

Individual pieces of media are not the “Modern God” only the collective media can be labeled because there is no true entity behind the media only the entity that we put there.  Just as the various ancient and modern religions gods were merely a reflection of themselves; the totality of the modern god is but a sum of the reflection of modern society.

The saints of the modern god are the various celebrities.  These saints receive their sainthood by the sacrificing of morality on the altar of public spectacle.  We live in idolism at our saints yet nothing pleases us more than to watch them fall.  There is no barrier that separates their humanity from their imposed divinity.  You do not call them divine yet you pay attention to them as if they were import.  It is a type of divinity you have given them and take away when they prove their humanity and make normal choices.

There is no true sense of morality taught by this god, because it teaches us exactly what we want.  Of course what we want is not what we need and we sink into a cycle of self-pleasure disturbed only by the presence of commercials.  In the presence of counter culture society we seek to ineffectively label our new god as the enemy.  Who do we call the enemy?  Do we call the producers, the directors, the actors, and the executive’s enemy?

Of course we do because it’s always easier to blame the system then to question ourselves.  But they are the in the process to make money and whatever we want is what they will make.  What we want is the god that we worship.  His scripture is crack for the consciousness of society.  We are our own drug dealers purchasing our own crack on demand.

If the perceived god is merely a reflection of the people, than the enemy of the people are the people.  The Modern God is a reflection of the people who take part in its celebration and in the glorious mass of television.

Long Live The Modern God.

[Non]

I was thinking, would you mind if I translated your broad sheets into German to leave them somehere for someone to find?

[Gibil]

No by all mean's go right ahead.  I write to so that people will read.  The more people who can read my ideas that happier that makes me.  Thanks.

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broad Sheet VI
Psychology’s “Ooops”

Our perception of reality is in essence the entirety of our experiences.  That being said we could assume that each of our total experiences is unique for each individual.  Well by and large there are some experiences where are shared and can be understood, as a whole then our individuality becomes paramount and blatantly obvious.  Psychology however looks upon human’s as a whole, that is to say that there exists a baseline and any veering away from this baseline is a psychological danger.

“Normal” is a fun word, because as you know and I know, there is no such thing as “Normal”.  Normal is both the mean and the null of the equation of society.  That is to say it exists on statistical paper, but you will never actually find in Suburban society.  Both form’s of modern psychology ((Freudian and Jungian)) create or use a baseline.  It’s just the difference between there being one and there being eight.

While I prize and smile at the thought Jung doing LSD I also understand that his types are finite in nature yet infinite in depth.  They provide a solution to question of “what way is that person thinking” but as each successive choices creates a multitude of unique beings it becomes harder and harder to see which way a person thinks as the summation of the persons individual experiences create a whole new existence of thought and behavior.

Eventually these directions may veer far enough from the baseline for a psychiatrist to diagnose a mental disorder or personality complex, however if the baseline for their existence is derived from their experiences then the psychologists cannot simply say that a person is psychologically ill.  Instead their behavior has gone away enough from the “norm” to be a danger to society not to themselves.  Now we get to the interesting part in which the shrink plays not the advocate of the patient but instead the guardian of society.

While normal mundane actions are not the province of this train of thought we are forced instead to use extreme actions or actions that are considered fetishism.  “I think I will pick incest for 1000 Alex.”  Incest is both a social and psychological taboo and the admittance of such desire or action is due course for a trip to the shrink.  But look with my wand I shall force a door in your view of reality.

If the reason that incest is so morally wrong is that it’s potential negative impact’s on children and the children’s children ((recessive genetics)).  Now if you agree to that then you must also agree that ANY MEDICAL CONDITION IS THAT POTENTIALLY HARMFULL TO YOU DECENDENTS/PARTNERS IS NOT OKAY.  The first thing that pops up in my mind is a woman over 35 desiring to have children but must content with the potential of Down syndrome.

If you tell a sister and brother they can’t have sex then you must also tell the woman that she can’t have sex because she might have an impaired child. 

You will not find a doctor in this world who will tell that woman that she can’t.  But plenty of shrinks will tell the siblings that touching each other is a big no no.

Sincerely Lupo

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broadsheet V: The Pill Poppin Frenzy

Warning: This is an advisory statement.  Following Lupo’s advice will open rents in your reality, can cause unstable subconscious reactions, and will further the fracturing of our self.

Just like any other medicine, this one to has to come with an advisory statement.  But that doesn’t change from any other drug we take.  There are of course the obvious drugs of choice such as meth and cigarettes.  Then there are lesser drugs that world is partly oblivious to whom I call the “Modern God”.  Now we go into the other poisons we live in.
~Caffeine
~Video Games

All of these are addictive, because we choose to take them for various reasons.  Now if you were to tell me that you are not addictive then I would in turn smile and ask you the last time you didn’t have caffeine.  The point of an addiction is that you retain the ability to operate normally.  Since of course you are a grumpy person without your coffee then I must infer that you are of course addicted to that caffeine.

Freedom, again I ask that word of freedom.  Do you have freedom?  While you may look at me and say that reliance on it doesn’t effect you I have to turn and laugh.  Not only do I laugh at you, but also I have to giggle and chortle at the rest of society while I am at it.  You rely on caffeine but society relies on the modern god, caffeine, and all sorts of drugs to cure mental problems.

Freedom comes within the own substance of your mind as you see yourself scurrying to and fro in search of something.  I watch my own mind as it tries to trick itself into a cigarette or a piece of ass.  This is the nature of freedom.  The point at which one treats ones own mind as a small child and rewards the child with the occasional treat.  Once you look beyond this point you have freedom.  Viva La Revolution

Freedom from problems by means of a pill is not freedom.  It is merely the start of a pill-popping frenzy that results in reliance.  For AM must scream at these people.  For their beginnings are not true beginnings but of a further existence at the expense of there true self.  The person you are talking to is not the person you once knew, but merely the shell of a person propped up a little pill that calms them down.

Our “mental disorders” are nothing more than a joke that we use to explain away our difficulties and problems.  I cannot and will not argue that severity does not demand use.  But tell me does mediocrity demand use of a pill in order to bring about a better person.  Anything is better than simply mediocre so just be and in being be better.  Thus I laugh at society for society is mediocre.  Since most individuals are simply reflections of society than society to must be mediocre.  Change comes from the individual and so in doing so becomes reflected in society over the course of time.

Since I cannot open society doors I must open one door at a time.  I must propose the question to you and in doing so; open the perspective that questions why.

Now in my long and winded speech I come at last to the worst offenders, YOU

Ethnogens are an interesting topic.  Things like Ahyuasca and Salvia Divinorium can open the minds eye, but they cannot replace the minds eye. You are still reliant upon yourself for your own experiences.  The summation of your story lies with you not a flower or a mixture of herbs.  While they can aid what you do they cannot replace you.
For it is still your experience.

Just as you point out someone’s reliance on cigarettes, and while others may point out someone’s reliance on the modern god.  I to have to point out your reliance on these ethnogens.

AM screams at the idiocy of those who live within a pill popping frenzy
AM screams at the idiocy of those who badmouth something they have never touched.

The summation of your occult life is at the virtue of your experiences.  In short changing your experiences you shortchange yourself.  This is a double-edged sword and it cuts deep both ways.

Sincerely, Lupo “The Wolf”

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broadsheet VII:  A Rite A Day Keeps Sanity Away

Our priests of anarchic Magick must be revelers first and workers second.  They must revel in the music, the drink, and the madness of intoxication.  Intoxicated states must be prized for the self-intoxication of the drink, let’s loose the chains of the tired self.  Alcohol does not take from ones mind only removes the stain of inhibition.  Magick is a force of creative will and will must be solid.

Many are the beings that we respect and bow our heads to.  Those that bring forth change and embrace sensation are most worthy of our respect.  But worship for beings of change is not an option for mere homage only binds us.  Invocation is the act of bringing an outside force into the self to effect a change to the self.
 
Spiritual states of creation do not abstain from the party scene or the dance clubs.  Where there exists true will there must exist Magick, in the act of inherent action and thought Magick can be created and change affected in the medium that we exist in.

So I give you a gift, something to do while good and drunk.  Sex And Dancing Are Optional.  The excuse called self-consciousness is not.  So grow the fuck up and have a fun time.

Sincerely ~Lupo 
The Act Of Dionysian Revelry

I am he who creates, a reveler in the act of abandonment.  I am Dionysus of the vine and I drink to such merriment.  I revel in the sensation of the moment, enlightened with the grape’s gift.

IAO I adore

I am Bacchus the reveler, that which the wild women pledge themselves to.

IAO I adore

I kiss lips of wine and glory, I bless these tastes for they glory lies in the supreme abandonment. I revel with the fool and priestess, for my priestesses are many and great.

My temple the foothill’s, the brothels, the dewy temple that lies between twin pillars of flesh.  I dance to create, I dance to profit, and I dance to frenzy.

 I am not solemn, for piece begets stagnancy.  But the tranquility of the ravenous desire I am

IAO I adore
PSYCHE I adore

Psyche lie’s intoxicated in the arms of her lover, and I listen to her mumbled words slurred as I dance in this feast hall.

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Rant II:  
I am not sorry.

I am not sorry, I am not sorry for the actions I have caused in the name of truthfulness and blunt honesty.  I am not sorry for those who I have forced down a mouthful of reflection.  But I must rage and seethe for those whom I am sorry is a mystic phrase.  Magick must be done in honesty, all forms of honesty.  This includes the tricky word that we are loath to accept “Self-Honesty”

The word “I am sorry” does not explain, excuse or take away from the fact that you are a dumb fuck, no more than running around cursing the world yet taking a part in the very play you stated your distaste for.  I find such lacking forms of honesty distasteful in all forms and functions it takes.  So why the hell should I am sorry for any of these actions that I have taken in the name of the self.

The self must seethe and roil at the restrictions placed upon it by the name of society and “good” conduct.  Who are you to decide what good conduct of the individual must be?  If the action taken endangers no one but the self then who are you to decide the morality of the self.  The morality of the society is a poor substitute for the morality of the self.  You would seethe and roil if I imposed my idea of right and wrong on you so why must you force it on me.

Modern God must be dammed for his poor service in the teaching of the joke that we call “Morality”.  I must dam the modern god to the hell of daytime soap opera’s and bad episodes of jerry Springer.  But then most of those who pay the greatest homage to this god can be found in those time slots.  We find no greater joy than in the stupidity and misfortune of others.  You take pleasure at the stupidity of others?  Good I take pleasure out of the stupidity of you for ignoring your own self-stupidity.

It’s a bitter pleasure that I must take in this societal rat poison called “I’m sorry” that corporate America suffers on a daily basis from.  I take bitter pleasure from the work place at seeing the day-to-day rats suffering from the displeasure of the mundane.  I loathe at the unbalanced nature of our work force.

You call racism ugly?  You call sexism ugly?

Racism is but a shiny little button that we call diversity in which the color of your skin is more important than the quality of your job.  

Sexism is but a large pair of tits that we call  Madonna, Avril Levine, etc.  Sorry your not musicians your tits that sing well.

Piss Off, Lupo

P.S.  I am not sorry for telling you the truth, just as you are not sorry for being 250 pounds and wearing a thong.  Fuck Weight Watchers.

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Grimoire I: A Pox Upon Your House

Disease, festering metaphysical pox sores spread across the face of society.  Change does not always come through peaceful means and the disharmonious aspects of change are never necessarily nice.

However once again Lupo comes forth with a miracle medicine designed to cure what ails you and help you what you need.  Of course I wouldn’t give this cure to my worst enemy but we do use chemotherapy and radiation so I guess if we must hurt a few cells of societies bodies.

Meaning, I must have meaning because if I don’t have meaning behind a working then there is no point of even having a working.  Ah and I cannot forget a cure, a miracle cure…but I don’t have one.  In that case I must create one by means of psyche association.

To create this cure, I must be sick in body for if I wish to crate a sickness then there must already be a sickness within myself.  Phlegm and Vomit, drippings of a sickness these are my leftovers representations of my pain and discomfort.  These are the means of representation; sheer potency of transmission will speed my way.

But first my friend my guardian, a wonderful person that I would like to meat, he is the guardian of the porcelain goddess that I wish to be kissed by the society that disturbs me so.  I wish to transmit this sickness and he shall be the guardian of the porcelain gate that admits my guests


Place the bottle of sacred disease in the fridge and speak over it once a day that which you wish to be poisoned.  Ask ThMOG for his blessing for he guards the way, ask for change by the act of disease whether it is social, psychological, or biological.  It is within his power to grant this change.  After two weeks of your request of blessing uncap this potion and let the ground drink it so that the world may drink your desire for disease.

[Gibil]

Lupo’s Broadsheets VIII
An Introduction To The Inherent Daemon

The creation of the self imposed upon the universe.  Ah yes the universal fool that which I adore and I give praise to.  The potential of the mystic self.  Now I ask how do we go about this creative force, how do we give rise the unabridged potential of the self.  This is not the HGA or even the unholy HGA.  We talk about the court’s fool.  The king of myself is I but even the I needs a jester to give sage advice without worry of creative destruction.

The mystics sees this force, this rise of Khaos as something to be tamed to be risen above, but how can we rise above what has never been what will never be.  I claim to be no man but myself; but myself is so much more than what is me, It is what I am.  This is no mean feat that I speak but of the process of continuation.  It is the potency of the self, Jung’s Indivulization given mystic madness. 

Inversion of the self through the

• (absolute x) of the universe.  We have reduced the self-loathing to something somewhat manageable by stating what anarchistic Magick is.  We have reveled in this joke that society doesn’t get.  We have scoffed at the modern god, now we need to create our own god.

Potential is it then that I speak of, no we already have that potential, the inherent self that we are born with never changes just our understanding of it.  It has and always will be it stands apart from the world as grow into our skin.

Self Psychology is so much fun, I belong to the madness of the world and societies tinctures and cure alls do nothing for the sickness of the self that I others suffering from.  Those who scoff at the fool do but not understand the genius of the self.  The genius of the fool.

I do not wish to play the idiot but I am the fool.  I am laughing hysterically right now at the non-benign cancer that we call faked indivilization.  Yes the mystic spank on the ol ass cheek that leaves us glowing red with indignation.  Self-indignation is the greatest force of all, that realization that we are fucked up in the most blatant sense.  It the sense of seeing our faults and our fears for what they are.  The moment of creation in which the totalallity of the personage is realized in a momentous arc of creative jizz.

This sense of potential must first be brought into creation; for we cannot spank ourselves on the ass we must have someone else do it in the name of the self. 

We each have a spark of individuality sublimated in the totality the self.  It must be brought forth and it’s small embers enflamed until its unrealized potential flares into a realized inferno.

This inferno is but the personage of our Inherent Daemon and it is happy to be of service in the Magick spanking that we deserve.