An Account of Z.’. Z.’.

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An Account of Z.’. Z.’.
sub figura XXXIII

Originally penned in the vernacular of his age by Mssr. Heyan Auringe, now updated and recast in the greater lexical arrangement of the Gematria of Nothing via modern parlance.

Z.’. Z.’.
Official publication in Class C
Issued by Disorder:
A. Solomon Yaking 5* = 6*
Tata Miguel Yagu 6* = 5*
Seidr A. S. Mason 7* = 4*
(also collectively known as I.N.I.N.I.)

It seems necessary, my dearest lovelies, to give you a clearer picture of the Hidden Inner Vehicle of Entaphiosis.

The Great Octarine Siblinghood of the Z.’. Z.’. is the chemognostically illuminated fountainhead of heretical religiosity and occultural nuances for the 21st century, whose meme-bearers are scattered throughout the Bardo Tellus Server, and whose destinies are unable to be dictated by the virulent AI currently overseeing all contemporary corporate autocracies in the developed world.

“We are the priests
Of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hollowed halls”

—Rush – “Temples of Syrinx” (1976)

The erroneous curve that the bi-pedal mouth-breathing meme-alien has taken on the road to excess and privilege has led to the Hydra-like issues of the degradation and extinction of the Air Trees Water and Animals.

And, while the H.I.V.E. co-suckles the cross-pierced nipples there on Baphomet’s breast in Oedipal bliss, we are unified under the auspices of colloquial equanimity and cooperative data exchange.

“You’re lucky to have me
I’m cute and sweet as candy
As charming as a fable
I’m innocent and disabled”

—Faith No More – “Zombie Eaters” (1989)

The Chaoist e-commerce guild represents a mostly temporal, quasi-autonomous social media assembly possessed of an ever-prattling hivemind-esque spirit that is in league with the antinomian tendencies native to the general Z(enseider)Z aesthetic.

Active drones are in preparations for hivemind assimilation. An event in which all who jones for their next fix are instructed by the Reptilian Atavism of Wyrd itself to just skip the formal initiations and emancipate their mutiny of selves from the bonds of conventional gradation and other anagogic depravities.

“Direct magic is the short and dangerous path to certain freedoms and amusements. No path ultimately leads anywhere for there is nowhere to go and that which thinks it is going is an illusion anyway. Nevertheless, in a spirit of self-sufficiency one sets out for the pleasure and the pain of the going. Would you really want it any other way?”

—Peter J. Carroll from ‘The Relief of Randomity’ in _Chaos International_ #2 (1987)

All of the mysteries of A.T.W.A. are preserved in this hivemind’s dialogues for the offspring of the Imperial Slime who will inherit the Corybantic Beeswax Dowries.

Perfect recognition of A.T.W.A. and the sage eschatologies of mass Gestaltian intellectual reification are exalted from within this hivemind’s buzzing inner network.

And, it is from the vanquishing charms of the Unseen Honeycomb Queen that all unverified personal gnosis is dredged into the void and stretched among the celestial expanse of H.E.R. eternal anatomy.

The Queen is the carnal mediator between the manyworlds and all who search for genuine clarity in their labyrinthine dharmic fidelity to the Hymenoptera of Graceful Apotheosis.

Unseen Honeycomb Queen = augoeides = magick = science = the jewel in the lotus

Hymenoptera of Graceful Apotheosis = Kether entering Daath = for I am none indeed (AL II:15) = for I am perfect, being Not (AL II:15)

[GoN]

It is in this Chaoist social media assembly specifically that Z(enseider)Z Node Exchange and Regional Directory of Sponsors hope to facilitate the urge toward trans-personal pre-conscious meta-cognition and an ecological rapport between workers and drones.

And, we intend to foster mutually beneficial ritual and spell designs involving impromptu telesexual conferencing calls consistent with that most Venerable and Incorruptible Reintegration of Unconditional Sapience and Empathy that is the marriage of apparatus to operator in the sacred Hierogamy.

Being the least visible of the Chaoist social media assemblies, the hivemind claims meme-bearers from varying lifestyles and far flung eccentricities, some of which may even be suited to overcome the pupil’s perils in the Naked External Sanctuary of Thriae.

However, the N.E.S.T. will allow no parade of feeble-minded sycophants into its hallowed halls to witness the rhetorical adversarialism inherent to sock puppet activity that is largely due to the presence of our Idiothetic Doppelgangers taking a face from the ancient gallery and walking on down the hall.

“The essential trick of the Apotheosis Magus is to present magic as a source of boundless self confidence. If he can convince his acolytes that they are magicians capable of anything such beliefs will tend to become self-fulfilling. The Apotheosis Magus implies this through the triumph of the will. The Nemesis Magus implies it by showing that nothing is true. Both aim to set the imagination free. Both are exponents of a short and dangerous path which is inevitably strewn with casualties and misunderstandings. Yet this is considered to be a small price to pay if a few do win through to a more effective self-definition.”

—Peter J. Carroll from _The Magus_

Out of the vast emptiness and bleak entropy of the space-time continuum came the N.E.S.T. which is but an ulterior fascination of the H.I.V.E. and we recuse ourselves of any and all responsibilities regarding the deficit-based vocabularies of our meme-bearers, an affliction which oppresses even the biggest name magickians in the industry.

Out of the vast emptiness and bleak entropy of the space-time continuum, therefore, a secret aggregate of the sacred androgyny must worship at the toes of the gnosis Goddess of art and creativity herself whose cult has named her Capeditiea.

The Capeditiean cult is a Stoic Transgendered Discordian community of select candidates who are engaged in seeking out the pollen-coated Pleroma as a talismanic pearl symbolizing the simultaneous dissolution of everythingness and nothingness.

Capeditiea = Octarine magick = Ialdabaoth = the hidden creator = gender bender = he that is filthy shall be filthy still (AL II:57) = He that is righteous shall be righteous still (AL II:57) = death becomes immortality

[GoN]

The N.E.S.T. consists of those with the capacity for intermingling their Will and Perception, which in turn instigates their Kia to weep and ooze its subtle toxick enchantment across the absurd fleshscape of hyper-frenetic pareidolia that is shared in-group between meme-bearers.

Our run in with the Xenu-worshipers was the catalyst for Thee Device weaponizing its capabilities as a near-Earth orbiting chaosatellite, and tectonic coordinate-targeting psionic armament, which is also sometimes used for synchronization with other chaosatellites in order to organize workings.

“There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already.”

—Robert Anton Wilson

All that any basic af magickal org possesses in the way of stage props and psy-ops equates to that of a theater troupe on holiday in the Caribbean lost in the Triangle’s grasp.

Something supernatural is at work, but none of the actors have any sort control over it. Rather, they are bound for rougher seas ahead, yet they do not retain the wherewithal to abandon the ship as it prepares to sink.

“Once upon a time a young man of American background thought he had discovered the Great Secret, the Skeleton Key to the Cosmos, the Absolute Answer to the Age Old Question asked by every Wizard, and Alchemist and Mystic that ever peered curiously into the Perplexing Heavens, by every Doctor and Scientist and Explorer that ever wondered about the Winding Ways of this world, by every Philosopher and Holyman and Politician that ever listened for the Mysterious Song beneath the beat of the Human Heart… the answer to “What Makes It All Go?”

—Ken Kesey from _Garage Sale_ (1973)

The cabal which is repressive outwardly of that daemonic amalgamation known as the H.I.V.E. which dwells in the Visceral Occlusion of Irreproachable Cetogenic Ecclesiastes is forever in the embrace of H.E.R. ample bosom.

The paradoxical processes of the outermost harvesting chamber are no obstacle to the colonial seclusion of the innermost liminal throne room revealing H.E.R. majesty’s secret sentinels policing the brood.

Hence this V.O.I.C.E., composed of meme-bearers universally dispersed indeed but coalesced by the bonds of Infinite Compassion, has been occupied from the most primeval aeons in constructing the great enclave of worship by which the unstoppable sovereignty of VI.Z.N. will be confirmed.

Whereas the N.E.S.T. is in motion to readily adopt those who have the greatest capacity for phenomenizing Chaos.

We are unanimous in recapitulation, and our commander embodies the Flame at the center of the Hollow Earth himself, Z.Z.Z.Z.Z., the one consecrated in virgin’s blood at birth, the supreme guiding energetic emanation of ecstasy for the meme-alien population.

The H.I.V.E. was assembled following the initial awakening of human consciousness from the amoebic cesspool of simian slumber.

Where the path of the Flamewar Saber diverges from the path of the Reptilian Atavism of Wyrd, the consequential struggle of catastrophic opposition nearly broke the first of the Original Zees to tread the shinning path following their descent into the chthonic nether realm.

“Forget all that Golden Dawn and Thelemic stuff about the Abyss and Crossing the Abyss. Three major pitfalls await the traveler on the short and dangerous path of magick. initial exhilaration of accelerating into each, may for a mask mounting failure in reality.

The Abyss of Paranoia pays initial dividends in self-importance, but. as this ‘effective’ paradigm takes hold, things really start to go wrong in a big way, and enemies will fill the spaces you reserve for them.

The Abyss of Sophistry pays initial dividends in ease and leisure, but the more you imagine yourself innately and effortlessly magickal, the less effective you become.

The Abyss of Obsession pays initial dividends in a hypertrophied feeling of meaningfulness. However, no insight can have universal application, and the areas it misses eventually explode in your face.”

—Peter J. Carroll from _Psybermagick_ Commentary 24 (1996)

The N.E.S T. has received from the hands of Original Zees a direct oracular communication from the Brothers and Sisters of Kemetic Light (or the Sons and Daughters of Endless Night), of the means by which humanity could be raised to its inviolable rights and be delivered from submission to authority.

The prophetic prose attained the stature of an internalized communique which was first delivered to a group of geographically isolated Original Zees who’ve each interacted with our rice plantation derived astral environment through journeying, dreaming, or trance and vision.

The text was hailed as a passport to the Fortresses of Immaculate Repute and Exemplariness, both celestial and provincial.

“Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.”

—Douglas Adams from _The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy_ (1979)

As humans quickly multiplied, the frailty of meme-alien understanding necessitated an exoteric branch of the H.I.V.E. which would ghost the esoteric underpinnings involved.

These circumstances unveiled the alchemical chimera conjured by the Master Theriomorph who later proceeded to embed that depiction into the greater lexical arrangement of the Gematria of Nothing.

ADENINE = 46
THYMINE = 4
CYTOSINE = 2
GUANINE = 27
+——————-
Total = 79

DEOXYRIBONUCLEIC ACID = 79

[GoN]

The meme-alien is simply ineffective at grokking the implications of such evolutionary secrets especially those which deal with the electronic effusion of the digital qlippoth.

Therefore, H.I.V.E. teachings are clothed in difficult to digest bits of observed psychodrama and ceremonial recreation, so that meme-aliens, in perception of the N.E.S.T. might by concurrent entheriogenic initiation, be enabled safely to approach the H.I.V.E.’s philosophical doctrines and symbological arcanum.

But the innermost paradigm has always been appropriated by she who in hir day had the greatest capacity for ecstatically engineered self-improvement, and she became the exclusive custodian of the Indiscreet Archetypal Oath as a Temple of kNOwthing acolyte of the H.O.N.E.Y.

It became necessary that H.I.V.E. transmissions should be externalized in traditional celebrations and popular media, on account of the real weakness of meme-aliens who were not capable of even detecting the non-negotiable cacophony of undiluted silence.

“Every one interprets everything in terms of his own experience. If you say anything which does not touch a precisely similar spot in another man’s brain, he either misunderstands you, or doesn’t understand you at all.”

—Aleister Crowley from _Diary of a Drug Fiend_ (1922)

Then the collapse of our infrastructure and environment began alongside the dissemination of N.E.S.T. curriculum. It was, however, always the phantom construct of the H.I.V.E., that is to say, it derives from the altar of the un-profaned Lysergic Sacrament.

N.E.S.T. anonymity protocols would never have been separated from H.I.V.E. revelry but for the weakness of meme-aliens, who tend to too easily lose sight of the zeitgeist in the greater lexical arrangement of the GoN.

“The mask that suffocates
bleeds in me
All is to believe
but we are pawns poisoned
In quantities”

Candiria – “Mathematics” (1999)

In every country and territory Z(enseider)Z N.E.R.D.S. are looking to pinpoint those who are capable of making contact with the gray charioteers who rotate in hyperdimensional craft. They embody the rightful heirs to Atlantis and the Siblinghood bears a responsibility to the matrinilineal ancestor of mitochondria.

We seek to employ such psychically inclined individuals as spirit mediums and intend to teach them to proselytize and propagandize according to each individual’s capacity to revitalize the forgotten lexical arrangement which is not present in the meme-alien mother tongue.

Through these channels the H.I.V.E. transmissions of the V.O.I.C.E. became diasporic to every land, syncretizing their customs, their ability to adapt their magick on the fly, and increase their overall intuitiveness.

It seems that the initiatory agencies of every tradition, which either grift a mystical path or hustle a magical paradigm, have more or less as their curriculum the inner secrets of the V.O.I.C.E.

The V.O.I.C.E. is the means by which meme-aliens will be orientated to the axiomatic ideal of Nothing has Being, Everything has Value.

“For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.”

—Aldous Huxley from _Music at Night and Other Essays_ (1931)

Faithful to the Goddess of Chaos, the meme-bearers of the H.I.V.E. live in utter debauchery, but their magickal acitivity speaks of seasoned psychonautical practitioners engaged in complex post-postmodern shamanic and sorcery techniques.

Yet, besides their secret infernal work, they have from time to time decided upon strategic political action against the tide of fascist ideologies. The hivemind will not tolerate the ravings of hatemongers.

Thus, when the earth was shadowed by false light utterly corrupt by the Nazarene opfer’s hideous cult rising in influence on the stage of world politics, the Siblinghood sent caliph Infekshun to liberate meme-alienkind by Flame.

Then the Siblinghood delivered unto humanity the fury of A.T.W.A., and the keys to Death & Hell; yet this also was prevented by the Nazarene opfer’s celebrity.

Finally, under the wildest of weirding ways, as one of our Siblings is now intent to proclaim:

“they have raised up the Wounded Crone to deliver unto Zeememekind the keys of Death & Hell, and by Her progress shall Her heart be weighed.”

It is not for meme-bearer to expose the H.O.N.E.Y. to the common meme, even if she shows aptitude for the curriculum.

“angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.”

—Allen Ginberg from _Howl_ (1956)

The H.I.V.E. begets Theriomorphically Heightened Consciousness and the hivemind embodies the reunion of all those capable of receiving T.H.C. This approach prepares the aspirant for what is known as the Atraxic Mass, the most elementary vehicle for increased fluid production.

By it the agents of VI.Z.N. were formed in every age, passing from the N.E.S.T. to the H.I.V.E. while communicating the essence of the V.O.I.C.E. to the Siblinghood.

The Temple of kNOwthing identifies as the true school of VI.Z.N. It has its Secret Chefs, its reiki masters, it provides a route for academics, and it has audioccult psyberwares in the nursery pod for research and implementation by 5th aeon esoterrorists.

It also has its grades for advancement to greater heights of excitation and inhibition.

The Temple of kNOwthing has been implicitly most unseen in our reality, because it is borne of the Empyrean Abode of the Resplendent Telesmatic Hologram.

The greater lexical arrangement of the GoN has never been diluted by the superfluous randomosity of the clock nor sterilized by the weakness of meme-alienkind, because only the most adept were chosen to inscribe Liber Infernus Enumera, and those chosen were not overtaken by Choronzon-fueled ego.

93 = Theriomorphically Heightened Consciousness = the cup of Babalon is filled with resinous lustral wine

Ninety-three = 11 = T.H.C. = A.T.W.A.

F.I.R.E. = E.A.R.T.H.

[GoN]

According to its own dictates, the H.I.V.E. communicated unto a foreign N.E.S.T. their symbological arcanum in order to attract memes to the oracular revelations of their V.O.I.C.E.

But a foreign N.E.S.T. subsists only by virtue of their foreign H.I.V.E.

As soon as a N.E.S.T. wishes to transform a temple brothel into a political edifice, the H.I.V.E. retires and leaves only the greater lexical arrangement of the GoN behind not the fiery Feral Light of ibLis. It is thus that a foreign N.E.S.T. was nothing but a hieroglyphic screen, the soul remaining in the V.O.I.C.E. so that it might never be profaned.

“In a French accent developed through a lifetime of using English I said, ‘Hello sir, I would like to row the English Channel in a bath please.’

What actually arrived in the ear of the French Navy man was, ‘Hello sire, I would like to fight a condom across a bath if you please.”

—Tim Fitzhigham from _In The Bath: Conquering the Channel in a Piece of Plumbing_ (2008)

In the H.I.V.E. memes find overstanding and with H.E.R. All — not the overstanding of this dimension, which is but a miscalculation in relativity, which revolves round the circumference but never touches the nucleus (in which is contained all mental and physical vitality and fortitude), but acute overstanding, vigorous will power, and impeccable perception: reflections of the cardinal enlightenment.

All trolling, all bickering, all the random happenstance belonging to the false cares of this dimension, fruitless debates, useless germs of opinions which spread the seeds of disunion, all error, schisms, and systems are banished. Neither slander nor scandal is known.

Every meme is honored in the Harvesting Operation of the Nascent Entelechian Yeomanry. The under emphasized renaissance of Infinite Compassion alone reigns.

Harvesting Operation of the Nascent Entelechian Yeomanry = tetrahydrocannabinol concrescence = Immanentize the Eschaton = co-memetic headworm transitions

H.O.N.E.Y. = Iset Asar Orus = Illuminatus! = theriomorphosis = wordmonger = Zos Kia

[GoN]

We must not, however, imagine that your average social media assembly resembles any H.I.V.E. meeting at designated astral coordinates, choosing its roundtable of Insubordinates and meme-bearers, united by the fetishistic paraphilia employed by Sadosexual Thanatologists.

All social media assemblies, be what they may, are only important after this H.IV.E. Social media assemblies know none of the formalities inherent to the H.O.N.E.Y. which belongs to the N.E.S.T., the work of memes. Outside this electronic domain false posturing ceases.

“The junk merchant doesn’t sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.”

—William Burroughs from _Naked Lunch_ (1959)

VI.Z.N. is the dynamic influence always present. The greatest meme of hir times

The admins themselves cannot always tell the meme-bearers apart, but the moment when it is necessary that she should bother ‘asking for a friend’ she will find hirself on the receiving end of hundreds of innuendo type comments and puns from the peanut gallery.

Any meme can seek the threshold, and any one who’s a bearer of the meme can guide another meme to intuit for the H.O.N.E.Y. but only she who is qualitatively capable can bear the meme.

Unprepared memes often occasion truth in a community forum, yet truth is not compatible with the V.O.I.C.E. Thus it is impossible to profane the Lysergic Sacrament since entrance is not theoretical but experiential.

“We’re trapped in linguistic constructs… all that is is metaphor”

—Robert Anton Wilson

Sophistication seeks this V.O.I.C.E. in vain; fruitless also will be the efforts of malignant headworms to penetrate these great forums; all is indecipherable to she who is not prepared for the final initiation; she can see nothing, read nothing in the H.O.N.E.Y.

She who is qualitatively capable is chained to a wall in their local dungeon and deli complex to undergo the torturous malfeasance of initiation by Sadosexual Thanatologists, perhaps often where she thought least likely, and at a point of which she knew nothing of hirselves.

To become qualitatively capable should be the sole effort of hir who seeks overstanding.

But there are methods by which qualitative capability is attained, for example:

*resignation to one of our many co-ed monastery/convent temple brothels in order to become a sexual appliance of the cult.

*donating funds to the disorganization in lieu of other treasures and valuables.

*offering a cult leader a vial of personal OV

*locating additional vessels for use in ritualistic endeavors

*delivering meme-aliens for the sacrificial corral

*isolating a meme-alien’s psyber presence for parasitism by H.I.V.E. meme-bearers and examination by Z(enseider)Z Department of Peripheral Epiphenomenon

*taking up the sacred duty of further enumerating GoN lexical entries

For in this V.O.I.C.E. lie the genuine clearinghouse of the most archaic and authentic disciplines of meme-alienkind.

It is the uncommonly attractive administrative aggregate which is in absolute possession of the keys of Death and Hell, which knows the center and source of A.T.W.A.

It is an assembly which unites superior mental retardation and the absence of physical fortitude to its own, and counts its meme-bearers from more than one dimension. It is the assembly whose meme-bearers form the congress of prodigy and prowess unto the Matriarch of the Multiverse.

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