Tuesday, July 17th 2007 [Archive]

Sheosyrath

07-17-2007, 03:59 PM

Tuesday, July 17th 2007 is the eve of creation. We shall herald the destruction of society and the rebirth of creation. In Houston Texas the grand Invocation of the Occultus Conturbo will be conducted, and all initiates into the vortex of The Doombringer will merge their wills into one for a short time. The Sacrament will be Hashish; and 4 priests will pry open the gates of Khaos.

The words of God shall flow forth from many fountains and the darkness shall descend over the world. Tartarus beckons.

- Frater Vicious Sheosyrath, 5th degree Magus Exarch of the Domus Kaotica
Herald of The Doombringer

I am Frater Alysyrose of the Underground Citizens Association.

I share my first name, Alexander, with that of The Beast.
My middle, William, with that of Nietzsche.
My Last, Hoffman, with that of the founder of Psychedelia, who I am related to by blood.

On the night of Tuesday, the 17th, 2007, Chaos Magic will be forever changed in the mind of the social sphere around the earth. The magical tradition itself will be metamorphosed in a way that change will spring from the watered soil without want nor knowing.

An invocation of Khaos, the Doombringer, will occur upon the roof of the Chelsea Hotel in Manhattan, with three others, the location chosen for synchronicity because of it's history in housing artists, writers, and musicians.

I will for that time be housed by the universe.

I will enter the triangle drawn with lipstick, of the primordial and uncaring seed of creation, while upon sacrament of LSD and DMT, and I will speak unto the heart of the world, the mind of god.

The new mind is a mind of creation.

Death to the Image. Hail the New Flesh.

Everything is true; Nothing is permitted.

We who are of Nothing shall cast our Die; the time for change is now.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007 has been decreed the End of an Age; We Shall tear down the stones of the era and embrace tomorrow with the hands of rebirth. The Scourge shall bring Oblivion to that which has grown bloated from corruption; and the Blackness shalt Exceed the Darkness in power and magnitude. In Frederick, Maryland the Invocation of the Doombringer shall be performed, and all those who have fallen before the machine shall be vindicated.

Death to the Image. Hail the New Flesh.

Everything is true; Nothing is permitted.

I am Damien Horizonstar; Enrai of the Tensaihoshi.

Death to the Image
Hail the New Flesh
Everything is True
Nothing is Permitted
Fallen into Khaos
Fallen into Khaos
Fallen into Khaos
The Doombringer Comes

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Sheosyrath

07-21-2007, 02:38 PM

And here it is... the unedited, unabridged transcript produced by Frater Alysyrose (Zeroflye) - I am putting it here like this for all of you to look over and take in, I will be doing a close analysis and meditation exercise upon the following to bring out the aspects that speak directly to our work. It's not over yet, no no - the death is the beginning.

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Transcribed from a cassette tape recorded on the night of Tuesday, July 17th, 2007, and the morning of Wednesday, the 18th, on top the roof of the Hotel Chelsea in Manhattan, NYC. Frater Alysyrose/Zeroflye upon sacrament of DMT and LSD, performed an Invocation of Khaos lasting five hours. On this night, there were also invocations in Maryland, Texas, and California. The connection of these locations across the United States formed the reverse triangle, the thunderbolt aspect of the pentagram.

(Tape turned on when walking up stairs, dialogues skipped. When on roof, dialogue from J, C, and S skipped. While on roof, a small covering is set up for the recorder because of rain, and is put right to the right side of altar.)

10 PM- (Roof - J is stationed as door guard, and I have two other "sitters" with one checking the recording every now and then to make sure its working and hasn’t run out of time)

(Altar set up, DMT is taken, meditation for one hour during which the tape was turned off, until I signal the invocation of Khaos)
(during the invocation is heavy wind, though the dialogue follows that listed in Occultus Conturbo, with an added enochian call soon after)

IA KHAOS!
IA DOOMBRINGER!

(spoken at triangle in front until it starts to rain and thunder heavily)

(3 tabs of LSD are taken)
(Alysyrose enters the triangle drawn with lipstick where Khaos has been called)
(15 minutes of silence)

Here is the egg.
The evolution is black.
The mother is the father is the mother.
No one will see this.
I’m being strung up the mountain…tearing the arms apart. Very painful.
The way towards foundation is riddled with green snakes. They’re in the cracks. Be careful when you start laying down stones. They’re not poisonous I just don’t want them killed. This plan is nestled on top of very old territory.

This image before me (sigil of doombringer) was once of fire. It is now drowned by rain.
In it’s own death, comes his birth.

(heavy thunder, 15 minute wait)

The eyes of apes within the trees are astonished to find one of their own walking upright, and in his hand, which is not of their (home? Bone?) (Cannot make out the rest because of wind blowing into recorder)

The fruit contains sugar for us. The plant consciousness was the first! Behold and explain the flesh of the apple.
Yes, things were hidden behind stories in that time. Know that all answers, and the answers, are within us already.

These spirits, the very spirit, and kia, were once alive in their own world. They had entered the land of Death, and this land of carbon and matter is the land of death to them. This gives us life, and when we must die, there is also life.
The other cannot be seen nor detected from either side. This sustains balance. The heart is a cheater.

This child is screaming now, and no hand shall touch him, and his cord will not be cut, for on the other end you will find the beginning of all things.

Split wood upon wood, create a single thing divided (wind interruption) a mark in the base created by nothing, the chopping ax, represents all things that were and what is coming.

A capsized ship in the sky, and green fog without ocean, the depths of height. The abyss is always above us.
The multitude of things, category and generation, is below. Both are known, and forever hidden, to an extent.

(heavy thunder)

What? The key is offered freely. This divide cannot be overcome, or known, and always seen.
Nothing is of two things. One is genuine void, the other is void observed, now tainted by the truth of lie, the infinite imagination. The lie which is placed upon nothing by the observer is infinite, and can be anything, and all things. There is still that which remains nothing, and even greater now in the duality of thought, poised against the generated infinite, birthed by thought and observation. This is our fault. The injection of will into this nothing is the magic word. And like magnets, set up against each other, a spark ignites the sky.

One must create a body for this explanation, and develop an old way anew.
The prophecy is now.
They will teach creation to the world addicted to apathy.
Here appears a beast in the mind that suddenly bursts all dams, as a mad rogue elephant out from the jungle into the world of man.
We will be everywhere at the same time.

Nonsense stream of genetic codeine. Chromosome junkies. The legendary burnout. Christ within the syringe. Shower of babel, each drop of concentrated endorphin. Now intoxicated by steaming pores and thought itself is narcotic.
A psychic gift to the electric rod.

(Falls to a whisper, cannot make out)
(20 minutes of half-spoken mumbled words)

After red, after blue, after black, there is white.
Why am I here?

(long silence)

A chilling kill, and not so much empty, though full of life, as he bleeds to death.
I myself am empty. My chest became empty… so fucking empty.
Nothing is here.

(long silence)

Please impart.

(long silence)

Everything must be new. Everyone is new.
SPEAK NOW! HOWL AT THE MAIN DOORS! THE TURNING SHOT LAID IN BONE AND MUSCLE!
REND AND SPEAK THE VOICE OF PAIN! YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN EVERYTHING!
There is no way but light, there is no time but now.

He comes on his sailboat, the man who loves all life, and spends some time with me in my house, getting drunk and throwing parties with pretty girls. There are no ordinary moments; there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

Deph’eth Bek’eth Nix’eth is a charm in this fashion, the X being silent.
May you ride the storm through the fortune of the world.

I set sail with him after some time in the world of man, going nowhere in particular.
We eat from the mother below, of anything we see, and burn up many creatures with salts and spices.
We come to land for drink and pleasure, sticky eastern ganja, and the exotic things our hearts desire.
We talk of philosophy, of the world, and of magic.

After a three years voyage into nowhere, we return with a great story, and soon the entire world is forever changed.
Here then, he decides, with his life being led always in the name of pleasure, he heads to Utah, to work with oil in danger and hardship, and metal, and the flats and depths of the earth, in the population of Mormons, and no alcohol is found to his liking. A great pain at this point, he says, gives his life the greatest pleasure it has ever known.
He returns rich, with a great love and unbreakable will.

Chaos provides, he says.

(long silence, storm is fading into distance)

The future is three turns, which share aspects with one another.
Success follows in turn. So spake the prophet.
There is the Method, the Device, and the Object.

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.

I am leaving the vibrant one. The rains are done.
Ha.

(long silence)

I’m going home.
(end)