Biographical Pseudepigrapha

When I was but a youth, traveling alone in the mountains to the East called MASHU by the people who live there, I came upon a large gray rock carved with three strange symbols. It stood as high as a man and as wide around as a bull. It was firmly stuck in the ground and I could not make it topple.

Abomination through Desolation

DIJOW GABZ THALDOMA TUDOHXIN

Umbras of the Air, hear my call! As the Sylphs howl, the depth of my will explodes in an outcry straining my vocal folds, not in some vague internal dialogue that is greatly attenuated. I dance around the fire with wild medicine, praising what I’ve descried coming from beyond the hills in secret murmurs and sacred chants. The majesty of this elemental essence crawls throughout our DNA and, indeed, the entirety of our Genome. It is sometimes known as the akashic record. Hearkening back to a time before humankind roamed the earth. When our closest relatives were paramecium and other uni-cellular organisms toward an era where we find the most mammoth reptiles as our cousins; the latter of which have now grown virtually extinct through mother Earth’s decisive force of entropy. You are not forgotten, our dear first kin, you are revered as the first brothers and sisters on the planet who withstood obstacles of all kinds. And, we weep that your long dead carcasses are now being plundered by these corporate autocrats for your decayed matter to fuel our mobile machines and for other, more detrimental petrol products that we think we cannot live without, so that you may never rest in peace. Spreading your death into the atmosphere and among the lands and the oceans.

The vacuum interference of air on the material plane parallels that of the tendency towards dimensionality and dispersion on the metaphysical plane. In the tradition of Sylphs one should adhere to a few simple guidelines, to be quick and active, while eschewing frivolity and whim.

Umbras of the Trees, hear my call! Swaying in the wind, as the Dyads tend to your roots and prune your branches. Only they know which system grows downward into the nightside realm and which grows upward into the dayside domain. To the monkey minds of humanity it is little more than a mystery as to whether up is down or left is right or black is white. We have static thought processes. Dull and uninspired. We’re only guessing, flying by the seats of our pants, and, for the most part, hoping for the best outcome. Humans are often well intentioned creatures, but they have far too much cultural and societal conditioning ingrained in their meta-programming to make choices that benefit the plant, mineral, and animal kingdoms. Aside from the Dyads who inhabit the forests and woodlands, the element of Earth also has it caretakers in the form of Gnomes who expect us to be cheerful, industrious, patient, and generous, avoiding greed and grossness. Unfortunately, greed and grossness has subverted even self-preservation as the highest law(s) of the land, in some of the most well rooted, common sense individuals. The rat race has us all scrambling through the maze to find our piece of cheese faster and more efficiently than the other rodents.

The duality between these two elements (Earth and Air) can be summed up as thus: Earth is the materialized, magnetic form which seeks contraction (coagula) and Air is the medium of space, freedom, and dispersion (solve).

Umbras of the Water, hear my call! Crashing against the jagged, rocky tides of the shore in tumultuous tranquility. I invoke thee as a majority shareholder on Earth since Water represents the bulk of our planet. About 70% of the Earth is water, and a mere 1% of that is drinkable fresh water, while 2% of that 70% is trapped beneath ice, leaving 97% of the water on Earth as saltwater. We, humans, and our four-legged, six-legged, and eight-legged kin are on a crash course with the inevitable death that is coming to all species. All my relations. With no food source and no water, we are doomed to extinction through pestilence and famine the likes of which has never been seen before and will likely never be seen again. The scavengers will have exultant feasts in our honor, gorging on our flesh and bones until there is nothing left but remnants of once living creatures who formerly thrived on this planet in relative peace with one another; drone strikes, counter-terrorism tactics, intrusive domestic surveillance, slanderous politics, and the post-truth era notwithstanding.

The ever-adaptable, gentle Undines watch from below the surface of the oceans both pitiful of and angered at the destruction humankind reaps upon all species, but especially both mammal and fish undersea in the name of sport and industry. It is appalling to the Undines how we have left a trail of wreckage beneath the oceans in the form of sunken ships, submarines, airplanes, and petroleum made plastics, while maliciously spilling crude onto the surface and calling it an accident. How shameful. How repugnant and arrogant of one species out of the 8.7 million on the planet to inflict such injurious abuse of power. Undines revere flexibility and imagination, yet despise sloth and idleness.

Umbras of the Animals, hear my call! Our greatest companions on this Earth. From familiars and so-called spirit animals, to totems poles, rock carvings, and cave paintings: all are used to illustrate the intimate relationship between animal and humankind as humankind is just another animal (as LaVey says: sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours) when it comes down to it. Animals don’t litter, don’t create trash heaps or landfills overflowing with garbage nor toxic waste. They don’t pollute the air with noxious fumes from industrial emissions, they don’t poison the waterways with deadly run off. Animals do not bomb their enemies, they eat them whole. The carcasses of their enemies are left to the scavengers, nature’s garbage men, until the bones are picked clean. Every animal serves a purpose in the kingdom of beasts. Nothing is wasted and then thrown away in trash receptacles.

The great bear would raid these hypothetical trash bins to forage for food if there were such a thing. Some animals have even grown semi-dependent upon humans to feed them, like alligators, who have no truck approaching a human in search of food. Since someone down the line has fed these magnificent creatures previously they will swim within proximity of a person expecting some scraps. The same can be said of birds, raccoons, squirrels, etc. Once they’ve been given the luxury of human food, they’ll keep coming back for more. We have ruined their ecosystems, making them docile, even domesticated to a certain degree. Animals are to be kept feral for their own sake. Not circus sideshows or clowns for one’s amusement. All animals should be set free of their cages and tanks, from reptiles and lions to dolphins and ‘killer’ whales. They do not belong in these jail cells. No where is it more evident than in wolves. They lose a startling amount of weight when in captivity and sometimes refuse to eat. This is not the natural order. This is not the natural chaos. Keeping pets is fine, but keep in mind that their ancestors were once part of the wilderness, maybe even their parents. It reminds me of a story from Natural Born Killers:

Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake,

“Why have you done this to me?”
And the snake answered,
“Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.”

Snakes are actually venomous not poisonous, but you get the point.

A.T.W.A.
AIR TREES WATER ANIMALS
ALL THE WAY ALIVE

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Dream Succubus Encounter

Ancient Serpent. Unfurled Ouroboros. Drawing me into the abysmal dark. Cold surrounds me. I step into the candle lit chamber ov horrors. This room is like no other. It had blood stained walls, flesh-like ornaments hanging from the ceiling, and red and pink-white candles dimming the room. Chains rattled like so many curtains in the wind and were only made audible by the sheer immensity ov this castle-esk structure that this room was housed in. Maybe it just seemed that way from the inside, but strangely I never got a look outside the entire tour. There were just no windows to be seen or had.

I was introduced to a door and told it was mine. As I open the door and step further into the chamber I notice a women naked on the floor. She looks ov Asian descent, she’s motioning me to come to her. I feel very frightened, but aroused at the same time. She then starts licking the air with her serpent tongue. I lay with her and she puts my cock into her ancient hole ov desire. I feel pain and ecstasy. She speaks in some language I don’t understand. Some form of glossolalia. As I am about to cum I awake. I feel lost. I want more. This will not be the first nor the last time I see my Asian succubus in animate form.

Yours in Chaosatanic Bliss,

Pope Infekt

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Chinese Astrologia

2006-JAN-29 : As we circulate past the cock on our way to the pork, the cosmic dial turns to the year of the dog which is 4703 in Chinese astrology. In all likelihood Canal street is partying its little yellow ass off. Funny that the dog corresponds to the element of fire in this particular Asian system and thusly it is the year of the hot dog.

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Re-uptake

2005-DEC-10 : Five years of e-nomadic server hopping and elusive ever changing domain names has left us dizzy. So we’re reigning in the Nu Y-era with the nercomemetic rezurrection of zenseiderz.org as a fooly functional near-Earth orbitting satellite slash megajoule particle beam weapon. Thanks to Frater POV for parking this dom on his dime.

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Simple Knowledge

2005-NOV-23 : Household dishwashers do not serve the purpose of an Autoclave. Thank you for your attention. You may now resume comatose sedation.

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Gematria for 139

2005-NOV-12 : Benign boy James Curcio knows fuckall about Gematria = 139 [GoN]

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