The small secret transmitter deposited in the Tibetan monastery in the 1930s by a secret German expedition still randomly receives emanations from the astral beings which thee random monks sullenly ignore as there is no one in Berlin now to receive the messages.A random tattered letter received in 1955 and sent by an ex-German soldier involved in the 1930s expedition was mislaid so any further instructions as to what to do about the secret transmitter have been lost.The transmitter sits dusty and semi-forgotten in the obscure depths of thee monastery waiting for its next semi-incoming message.
A small black spaceship has been launched to Alpha Centauri IV .
In New Zealand a small rabid group of randomity merchants , given to eating white bread cheese sandwichs , donned the mask of the Chinese atomic scientist.Expropriating grey cloud ether images from the random parallel (solar) system our two intrepid semi-explorers have found a link and key to the secret cavern (where the wooden boxes of semi-nirvana reside.)
Given to repeated listenings of early Human League records our two intrepid friends are leaning on the aerial that connects directly with Mongolia.The small black box is opened and out flys the magic of 'The Secret Valley'..
Sandwiched between two semi-sociological platforms(and nightmares) the random troops of Mongolian B.B.Q battle the invisible forces and merchants of dust-Gibbon.
The secret spacecraft alighted on platform 47 as usual greeted by the grey cloak clad random factors of the castle of Mu.Given to bleak games of oversized Chess the inhabitants of Mu await longingly for sandwiches to be delivered.Many the random pond has vanished when the mouthpiece of quiver-silence has quietly (and gently) rustled the random surface of the pond.
Time Limits based on psychic emanations from the far side of the island has effected the bliss-Gibbon and brought about random bus-connections with no essential destination.Blessed be the Gibbon.
The bicycles of purple land have been given four green walls to deal with.Given that thee green bicycles of Mu generally equate to the parallel plane this brings about random problems.The chocolate supplied by the addled queen of strawberry , both unexpected and generous , has improved everybody's lot no-end.
Blessed are the random stone merchants of Mu.
The Tokyo airport waiting lounge erupted in eternal -Muzak sending the Bulgarian passengers into semi-longing hysterical fits.Shizuoki Rodfumi walked (suddenly and unexpectedly) into thee Transsit lounge randomly asking for the donations to 'the muppet group'.Viennese passengers , the regulars on this particular part of the journey , sat indifferent and yawning.Theyd seen it all before (donations to 'the muppet group' was 'a given'.)
Selecting a late model 707 as vehicle of transport our passengers were delivered to the tomato universe were ALL was revealed and the black cloaked one left with a nice pencil....
Out on the East German border all was silent.March 1989 was just like any month in 'the long' Cold War.Just like months before Colonel Manfred wondered when he could go home.... In one year's time the random local punks would spray paint indifferent semi-musings on the concrete walls of thee abandoned border bunker complex and he would be a kite salesman.
So are the random manifestations of the airport.Transit Lounge 23 coming in for wiring..
BINGO-DIZIAC device.
The ecstatic state produced by the digestion of Random Numbers, the effect on the brain and nervous system commonly associated with Bingo Players who pass through the excesses of their art. The Device which will produce this random number overload to the senses and mind can be easily made from everyday objects, or else induced through ready made and "naturally" occurring events: such as games of chance. There have been reports of Bingo-Diziac effects from people reading atmospheric pressure reports in newspapers a little too avidly, certain cases where supermarket consumers cutting savings coupons from a sheet of several hundred "17 cents off" "43 cents saving on every 125 grams bought "27 cents ..47 57. 74. 89. 56. 678 .4.." etc have fallen into a powerfull Bingo-Diziac numbers induced trance. However one of the most common and powerful places for such a trance to occur is of course in a "Bingo Hall", many of which have been deliberatly located on previous points of psychic power. In fact this is the secret doctrine behind the facade of seemingly foolish fortune seeking games in which mind-altering Deities are called upon under the disguise of numbers or other seemingly random events, as well hidden a secret as the Magickal Alphabet used by the callers of Bingo, in which numbers and groups of numbers are associated with a colour and a mental image through which different emotional and psychological states are evoked in a random fashion. written by the society of
written by the society of Randomology and ecstatic Research: Bulletin #135
Electrical Pylon worship.
Electrical pylon worship comes in all forms and variations from the humm of the electric field radiating from the metalic structure to the sparks and fizzes that damp mist and high tension wire creates in the body of the devotee. One glance can sometimes be enough to know, in that strange unbelievably certain manner that what it is one is receiving or hearing or feeling from whatever force, or power,,,,what ever it is it knows more about myself than i know, which is a scary thought, but all the same when you are certain about something and the world conspires to give you an answer in practical form, you can only be doubly sure,,,however about what i can not tell, is that because the "about what" is the material documentation of the after event, blurring and distorting with every memory retrieval and redeposit, or is it the means in which scientific evidence can be collected and measured in precise amounts and weighed proof against dis-proof as to what the real "truth" is...which ever it is its time to give up the notion of truth, and what it is and further more to then give up the notion of "what is truth ?" .
Now where were we, ah, yes,,,,the worship of Electrical pylons, the Fetishistic adoration of Electrical Metal Pylons.
The short sea-breeze quietly reached out-past the statues of the bulls.Ahmed 3 raised his silenced pistol and let loose a enveloping time zone minus 3..The concorde shot overhead.
Seagulls appeared above the hill line & quietly squaked.
Parallel world.Stop start bus.Shit inverse sub universe.Circular elliptical US Air Force invisible sub-space atomic bomber (saucer) –1968.
Semi-PsYcHOPaTHiC-rant.Zone of indifference and grey yawning.Yellow .black .23 code.Invisible black hand of the subvision world(s) articulating themselves through 4th Dimension Astral vision bus.
Tomorrow comes present and yesterday arrives today as a monolithic series of small vertical symbols on a wind swept vision of semi-statue.
Talking skeleton.window.windowless sub-arctic zone walking (beckoning) with seagull invinciblitys.X-24 skylift.Journey to another planet.2332 – journey to black paragon (4).Like grasslands-windswept (&spring welcoming)-arriving happily & friendly.Spear sub-code.Tokens of ancient yesterday.Voices unseen talking about the invisible apocalypse.
Revelations of yesterday.Talk of today.See thru to tomorrow.Airport digital orange L.E.D arrival board.Germany 2014.
Subvision-elixir of death blessing all who fall below the Bat.Pills of stupidity extricating credibility from fraying billboards-waiting for the gun muzzle to appear from behind the board.Hello-I am welcoming the bullet with zero credibility.Indifferent speargun bolt blessing the village of the damned with the elixir of eternal union & love.
George W Bush-the charlatan president.The tired old record should be turned over.The Milosevic coup of old school yawning.The liar president is lost in his car.2+2=4 but 2+2 doesn’t equal 4,it equals 8.
Smile of the dark hand of zero-of the passage of time.The eternal internal elixir-the credibility of truth.retro 4th dimension-brainchild of hell.A long & short walk to the tepid utopia,machine guns burst forth there lightning flash blessing the eternalistic sky.
Dystopian 4th production-liner notes to nowhere.Talking crystal dystopia.
A reason to live-look at your hand.UA-432 to Ukraine.Surreal air.
The extravagant toilet brush.XML inverted universe…Concrete crumbles in honest mirror tomorrow.
1973 Airplane muzak.Temple of Greenland.Systematic cloud subversion..Orange systematic dome.Platform psychic mute.Messages from 1973.sub-alien vision of brass inter-world.Like plastic wrapped cheese Sandwich beckoning on.Go forth..Go forth .Go forth .
Psychic invisible interland..corner history.4th historiography.4th//2nd semi-obscure dawn.
Methodical semi-page turning-collapsing / rotting security camera zone.
Annernebe mission to Tibet glancing about in quiet dark unison.Monks welcoming.Secret transmitter,code,& books deposited.This is the message from 4th dimension.
Eternal rant ether-blessed be the flower.
Report from The Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb
" In the great hall of the monastery where for centuries the monks had worshipped corrupt gods now proven not to exist, where they had spread the lies that time exists just to validate metaphysical madness. In this same great hall where the monks had outlawed sexuality, drugs and trance states, claiming that these things were responsible for destroying an imaginary Psychic "ozone layer" between us and real life,the barrier which isolates us humans from experiencing pure unadulterated reality in which "we would surely shrivel "...................."
There was a long Pause before more words could come out of the machine, and the congregation which had gathered to hear the machine speak grew restless. But what could they expect this was the first time a machine had been set up in the space where usually the congregation were more at home seeing a Priest, looking serious and immaculately dressed in black business suit, there were bound to be 'Technical Problems'.
It had not been easy for the congregation to accept the machine, there had been many doubts, but now as the machine intoned its random prayer message; each sentence or half sentence spoken by a different voice cut together jarringly, glimmers of deep understanding flickered across their faces. First the machine is adjusted, for an alarm-clock had fallen into the works,,,,,,,,, "Spain falls dying",,,, spilling tape-worms in morning sunlight,,,,,,the last words of the machine vomit out,,,,,machine screams echo in the hall,,,,whining tape stretched to snapping point as the people are already getting to their feet,,,,,something is breaking,,,,, screaming clocks.
Above the soundtrack of stampeding people, screams and glass being smashed the calm voice of the narrator is heard, amplified through the same loudspeaker system as before.
"The wires of reality are laid bare for all to see,,,,, in this medieval monastery Time was destroyed and it's inhabitants sent spinning out into the world and into the void , without the face of time they were formless and infinite, becoming part of the expanding nowhere mind,,nowhere mind,,,, nowhere mind....."
The last remaining Hooded monk walks to the corner of the great hall where a veiling purple curtain sections off part of the room, pulling back the heavy ornate material to reveal a mass of machinery, where once would stand the alter piece. The form of the machine is complex electrical and mechanical, made from what appears to be a cluster of ancient square screened television sets, alarm clocks set into typewriter bases and large reel to reel tape machines which dominate the back wall of the alcove with a sea of magnetic tape loops
The monk stands before the great machine, as if in silent prayer. He is listening deep into the myriad sounds of its workings, the quiet buzz of electrical energy pulsating through the immense network of wires. Finally he reaches out to open a concealed control panel in the dark stained wooden casing, making a minute adjustment to the machine, before eventually taking out a small hammer which he uses to tap the side of one of the square television sets. The voice continues its monologue from speakers which appear to be encrusted with the blackened globes of a thousand dead Light-Bulbs. The face of the hooded monk remains obscured as he returns to his place in the pews, the voice of the machine's sombre tones echo back..
A.K.47 PSYCHIC RADIO HAM SOCIETY.
The Psychic
Radio Ham
Society is a
confederation
of Mystics,
Radio Hams,
Pirate Radio
operators,
Psychics and
Engineers
who are
dedicated to
working to
decode Radio
and
Television
signals to
reveal the
psychic
nature of the
Mass Media.
The society
believes
implicitely
that
Television
(and Radio)
is a Magickal
Weapon
currently in
the hands of
the wrong
people.
The Aim of
the society of
Psychic
Radio Hams
is to disarm
the current
"curse
Transmissions"
of the
{Black Mass}
Media with a
few ‘psychic
sharp blows’
across the
airwaves,
acting
directly on
the inner city
Radio and
Television
Masts to
reflect back
the curse of
Banality onto
those who
are
responsible
for its
origins.
The Radio
Transmission
s from these
masts are at
the heart of
the Control
System
currently
holding the
population in
perpetual
apathy
through
concentrated
exposure to
Subliminals,
Psychological
Warfare and
Magickal
spells to
"keep people
quiet". The
side effects of
these
methods
when turned
upon an
unsuspecting
civilian
population is
a decrease in
mental and
psychic
faculties, and
a general
lowering in
Magickal
Energy which
slowly grinds
the
inhabitants
into the
perfect
passive
consumer,
the "good
corporate
citizen" they
want us to
be.
A.K.47
Psychic
Radio
Ham
Bulletin
#68
We do not
want to
cause panic ,
However,,,,
We of the
psychic
media
division of
A.K.47 have
detected
various
potentially
harmfull
Transmissions
from Radio
and
Television
Masts in your
local area.
These
potentially
harmfull
Transmissions
are
operating on
the same
frequency as
the major
Television
companies
and Radio
stations
serving your
local area.
Electronic
Laboratory
tests suggest
that these
transmissions
belong to
several "Mass
Media"
organisations
operating on
the officially
approved
Frequency
bandwidths.
The psychic
effect of these
frequencies
over long
periods of
time has not
been tested,
however
research
suggests that
constant
exposure to
these Radio
Waves
causes
excess
"Brain-static"
and
interference
with the
intuitive
proccesses of
the Human
psyche.
The
subliminal
effect of the
Radio Wave
Blanket
currently
covering the
majority of
the human
race is that
subtle
energies and
collective
unconscious
thought
patterns are
disrupted,
resulting in
lack of focus
and in severe
cases ;
separation
from the
individual’s
True Will.
We believe
that the aim
of these
transmission
s is to stupify
and distract
the
populations,
breaking
down
individual
and
collective
thought
progressions
until
Humans
become
passive
viewers,
devoid of any
personal
opinion,
extremely
suggestable
and at the
control of the
Mass Media.*
*Mass Media
:pertaining
both to the
Television,
Radio,and
official Press
as well as
"Religious
Substance"
(i.e. as in
"Black Mass")
The meeting
point of these
two concepts
is where
A.K.47
Psychic
Radio Ham
Society
operates. To
join A.K.47
P.R.H.S.
simply send
Images,
Words,
Diagrams,
and/or
Stamps to :
A.K.47
P.R.H.S. @
a location
of your choice.
Welcome to
Circuit 47
umbrella
group
The official
launch date
of the
projected
organisation
Circuit 47 is
4 /7 /99
This is the
day on which
many people
claim Nostra
Damus
predicted
that the
Mongolian
Lords would
rise up and
destroy the
world, the
day on which
the largest
modern day
Meteorite
burnt up in
the
atmosphere
over
Palmaston
North, New
Zealand, and
for a moment
created a
bright
‘second sun’
and an
explosion
which was
heard for
over 100KM.
Thousands
possibly
millions of
people saw
the amateur
video footage
beamed from
the television
masts into
their homes.
Several
Simultaneous
Synchronicities
occurred
around this
time, letters
from
Mongolia
arrived
unexpectedly
from the
capital city
Ulaan
Baatar.
Airborne
Collectivists
were
obviously
abound ..
Numerologica
l Significance
of 47
2 times 47 =
94 (93 + 1)
4+7=11
4 times 7 =
28
Prime
number 47
Rotundaria: Misa Electrica
Beneath the wires of high Tension power the grid from which we strive to escape but momentarily lie fascinated and frozen to the spot,,,the exact spot where the electrical energy comes crackling and sparks in the damp mist,, the grid which holds us firm the feeling when a selection of ancient valves are examined close up and in the fingers, the glass vacuum tubes encasing the higher voltages which make up the human electrical range...
When the fragile glass which holds these life-giving voltages heats, burstes shatters and fragments for that split second when the barrier between the electrical coil and flesh dissapear and the current flows through the soul/body of the devotee....when the glass veil breaks,,, at the exact moment in time breif but infinate when the light-bulb pops and in its collapsing light rays contacts dirrectly with the body/soul of the devotee,,,,
at this moment in time...at this exact point do i put pen to paper,,,finger to key tap tap tapping until letters, then words emurge from the slowly decaying dust cloud and glass fragents spiral to earth contacting with zero voltages,,,grounded and consumed in the fire of the scalded body/soul of the devotee,,,,
Rotundaria: Misa Electrica
Beneath the wires of high Tension power the grid from which we strive to escape but momentarily lie fascinated and frozen to the spot,,,the exact spot where the electrical energy comes crackling and sparks in the damp mist,, the grid which holds us firm the feeling when a selection of ancient valves are examined close up and in the fingers, the glass vacuum tubes encasing the higher voltages which make up the human electrical range...
When the fragile glass which holds these life-giving voltages heats, burstes shatters and fragments for that split second when the barrier between the electrical coil and flesh dissapear and the current flows through the soul/body of the devotee....when the glass veil breaks,,, at the exact moment in time breif but infinate when the light-bulb pops and in its collapsing light rays contacts dirrectly with the body/soul of the devotee,,,,
at this moment in time...at this exact point do i put pen to paper,,,finger to key tap tap tapping until letters, then words emurge from the slowly decaying dust cloud and glass fragents spiral to earth contacting with zero voltages,,,grounded and consumed in the fire of the scalded body/soul of the devotee,,,,
This following is by our mongolian corespondant,,dani legarto fernandez
11th July- Nadaam Festival
Today's the anniversary of the 1921 Mongolian Revolution, when this people, helped by the Bolsheviks, defeated the Chinese in UB. It's a hot day. Sunday of fresh shave and clean shirt. It's the National Day. For three days the wrestling, archery and horse racing will
Congregate Mongols and foreigners around the Stadium and the Fields of the Yarmag Village. 11 AM: the opening ceremony in the Stadium.The place is packed, and the speech of The Mongol rises hearts and proudness. Colourful horsemen and impressive marches of monks and athletes, changes of the guard and militar music before the first round of wrestling. I actually manage to jump into the grass and take some pictures of the show...Not for long. A policemen,### fearing the punishment of his superior, gives me a lesson of tough Mongol.
Well...{ }
The fighting becomes boring after a while, the best is to hung around outside the stadium and watch the people and the little stands: selling fruits, drinks, food (mutton, mutton, mutton...) souvenirs, sunglasses...We find a couple of accordionists that gather people around and make everybody laugh: he's singing a song about him going to China and getting rich. She asks him to stop dreaming and shut up his big mouth. Fun and clapping. I recognise a little girl I saw the other day in the market: she's singing alone, beautiful voice. People passes by and gives her few togrogs: white smile. Music, music...always so present among this people...
15th July- Edernet, North Mongolia
In our way towards the magnificent Khovsgol Lake, and obliged to stay here because of a food poison attack, we buy the english-mongol paper "The Mongol Messenger", in which we find deep analysis of the >other Mongolia, the one that faces the fast economic changes, their dangers, their challenges, their open question marks...s
The discovery of that side of this country's reality, far from poetic landscapes and wilde horsemen, began the evening of the Nadaam Festival. We met then a small community of western volunteers working and living in UB. Andy's an english ecologist ("Going back
to Europe? Bored of Europe!") teaching in the University new ways to face the environmental problems in UB and Mongolia in general. Thias country is the first in emissions of CO2 per capita in the world, caused by the use of coal for heating (another soviet heritage...)
/which brings levels of pollution 5that create in winter temperature inversions and acid rain in the capital. Four (!) huge power stations feed a town of 500.000 inhabitants...
Caroline is english, too. She's an environmentalist studying the effects of nomadic migrations on to an specific land. (Andy jokes about this, while rolling a joint and serving airag, saying that this is just an excuse to get grants to travel around...Laughs.
Caroline answers that next time she wants to go to Africa: many nomad tribes, there. Laughs again...) While documentating around the country, she found out about the threats for this lifestyle:
the
*********government*** is planing to privatise and sell the land to mining and
>gas companies, american and japanese capital. Fences will appear in the steppes...This country will have to learn, and quickly, what the rules of free market and globalisation mean. They still sleeping inside the bubble that the soviets brought and stabilised here 70 years ago, and just now they start to realize that The Big Brother State isn't there anymore to ensure price levels, concurrence protection and help to the production. The game now is called Free Market; the playground, beyond these beautiful and infinite low hills; among the players, powerful neighbours like China and Russia.
>
>RULES TO PLAY POOL IN ULAAN BATAAR (and anywhere in the street...) Main rule's that ain't rules: you'll find many pool tables in the street. At the time you wonder how they carry them, you see a car passing by with its boot open and a table with a red felt dangerously stuffed on it. The driver stops and a bunch of guys gather around the car. The table's set up in a minute and the games starts. The bowls are more square than round, and the felt has known better times, I can tell you... Doesn't matter where you place the black at the beginning, doesn't matter which bowl (either red or yellow) you hit first...If you score the colour of your opponent, the bowl will come back to the table. No doublwe shots, never...Easy, isn't? AT ALL: the sticks are crap, as well. A fucking challenge! I lost my first game: the geezer was a lucky bastard. But afterwards, he wanted a photo with me. And his friend, and the other, and the other...
>
>
>MONGOLIAN SURREALISM AT 30 CELSIUS DEGREES
>Moron, 17th July.
>Sunday morning. Heat. Dust. No one alive. Walking in the middle of the street. Low buildings. Sheeps on the footpath. A policeman sits in the shadow, hiding behind a cloud of smoke of dark tobacco. Slowness. A dog barks, once, then carries on sleeping. Just one shop open: the TV inside shouts Russian adverts. Flies. Arriving to the main square: a masterpiece of BAD soviet rationalism, concrete "concerto grosso", the local hero in the middle, falling apart. Opposite to us, the City Hall Building. On the right, THE bank and .THE department store. On the left, THE drama theatre: the big door of the building opens and a COW comes out, chewing. The animal looks around and starts singing. The echo of the emptiness brings back its voice...Sunday morning, Mongolian surrealism scenario...I'm hungry and I've finished my cigarrettes.
>
>THE EFFECTS OF GLOBALIZATION IN ERDENET...
>are to be invited to spend the night in one of those Russian-style-two-room flat, sharing salty tea and looking at family pictures (them in the country side, them in a horse race, them for new year, them in traditional costumes, them, them, them,....) while the TV, satellite connected, is showing a program of Indian Karaoke. I think it makes sense...
The Cult of the Dead Light Bulb.
Modern day splinter group which has broken off from various of the world's Organised Religions. Allegedly founded when several defecting Technicians from the Laboratories of the world's leading Religions met by chance encounter in a "bingo" Hall. Each founding member had taken with them the latest plans and blueprints for Religious Apparatus and Methods which they had decided not to pass on to their corrupt employers, preferring to sell the secrets to "the other side". Within a short space of time and an excited open discussion, to the soundtrack of the Bingo callers Random number selection, they came to the unanimous decision to utilise the available technologies in the pursuit of individual understanding, each would participate collectively in building his/her own Religious System independent of the organised consensus realities from which they had come. However, since there was a common Technological bond between the members, it was decided that in the previous role of Priests, the machine would now be found, selecting with precision what tools would be used for which job.
One of the first discoveries made by the newly founded Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb, (indeed it is said whilst they were still around the original Bingo table), was that of the Random Divinity Selector, a technology which remains central to the functioning of the group even to this day. A few days ago I came across a booklet written by the Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb which described the working of this device. Although primarily intended for inner group distribution only, possibly because of the excessive technical jargon, I believe it would be of value to anyone who wishes to build such a machine for themselves.
Random Divinity Selector
This is the tool incorporated into the modern Altar which can allow the Operator to choose from a variety of Religious Deities from various traditions and Religions. Moreover the selection of these Religious Symbols can be made “Without Conscious Effort” using the Random function Machinery inside the Altar or Shrine.
The Technique of Random Divinity selection can be traced through several contempory Magickal Systems in which the eclectic nature of modern civilisation is taken into the so-called “Spiritual Realms”.
The present day tendency to dispose of the “Structure” and the “organisation” behind the ideas has meant that the belief systems within diverse Religions can be taken in isolation and mixed with other “Units of Belief” to create previously unheard of combinations and endless Spiritual Permutations which can be tailor-made to the individual tastes.
Alchemical Alphabet
There are no rules as to what can or cannot be combined from what ever Religious, Scientific or Magickal belief systems that the operator chooses to include as the ingredients or possible ingredients of the created system, slowly incorporating these into the overall recipe.
The overall aim, therefore, is to create an Alphabet of selected Saints, Deities, Demi-gods and Demons as building blocks taken from the abundant ruins which are the hallmarks of Organised Religion, and then to meld them Alchemically into one system.
Random Systems Inco.
Taking as inspiration the capability of machines to make a seemingly Random choice from a selection of possibilities and from our observations of Roulette wheels and National Lottery systems it was a small step to incorporate the available Random Technology into the realm of Divinity Selectors or Divinators. There is a long history of utilising the Random Element in Divination. Tarot for example uses the Random placement of picture cards in divining the future, however the elements within the pictorial “alphabet” can also be seen as deities in their own rights. There is often a fine line between “seeing the future” and affecting its outcome. In the belief of certain members of the Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb it is the specific use of Machinery and Electronicks in Random Divinity Selection devices which is responsible for the increase in Tecknology Fetishism and the growing belief among the so-called “non-religious” populations that the “Quinta Essentia” of the old Alchemists is now made manifest within the machine.
Cholera Clocks
comments on the invention of time
By the Nomadic Monks Group
There is a great oppressor which blights all of us as time monks where ever we may find ourselves. This enemy of us has for centuries always been found prospering in the areas in which we dwell ,like both nettle and dock leaf, cause and cure attract the blessing and curse for all. By many it has been suggested that we have created this opponent deliberately, nurturing its malignant flesh in the oak barrels of the monastery's wine cellar or else fashioning its mechanics in the metal workshops, even allegations of Alchemy have been heaped upon us, and now that the years have passed and no longer is it a crime punishable by death to pursue such arts I can no longer explicitly deny these allegations.
However, I blame not these harmless practices for the diabolical invention of Time. I have seen over the years many examples of the law of opposites, of how every action, word or thought can create the equal and opposite force, sometimes in an incredibly short space of time, it was for this very reason that the monastery's stones were scattered and the monks sent out into the world so that we could prevent the spread of this malaise. Now we find it daily in every corner of the world, that same face of the oppressor, its round features and with the twelve Roman numerals spread around its glaring face.
Report from The Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb
In the great hall of the monastery where for centuries the monks had worshipped corrupt gods now proven not to exist, where they had spread the lies that time exists just to validate metaphysical madness. In this same great hall where the monks had outlawed sexuality, drugs and trance states, claiming that these things were responsible for destroying an imaginary Psychic "ozone layer" between us and real life,the barrier which isolates us humans from experiencing pure unadulterated reality in which "we would surely shrivel ".....................
There was a long Pause before more words could come out of the machine, and the congregation which had gathered to hear the machine speak grew restless. But what could they expect this was the first time a machine had been set up in the space where usually the congregation were more at home seeing a Priest, looking serious and immaculately dressed in black business suit, there were bound to be “Technical Problems”.
It had not been easy for the congregation to accept the machine, there had been many doubts, but now as the machine intoned its random prayer message; each sentence or half sentence spoken by a different voice cut together jarringly, glimmers of deep understanding flickered across their faces. First the machine is adjusted, for an alarm-clock had fallen into the works,,,,,,,,, .Spain falls dying.,,,, spilling tape-worms in morning sunlight,,,,,,the last words of the machine vomit out,,,,,machine screams echo in the hall,,,,whining tape stretched to snapping point as the people are already getting to their feet,,,,,something is breaking,,,,, screaming clocks.
Above the soundtrack of stampeding people, screams and glass being smashed the calm voice of the narrator is heard, amplified through the same loudspeaker system as before.
"The wires of reality are laid bare for all to see,,,,, in this medieval monastery Time was destroyed and it”s inhabitants sent spinning out into the world and into the void , without the face of time they were formless and infinite, becoming part of the expanding nowhere mind,,nowhere mind,,,, nowhere mind......
The last remaining Hooded monk walks to the corner of the great hall where a veiling purple curtain sections off part of the room, pulling back the heavy ornate material to reveal a mass of machinery, where once would stand the alter piece. The form of the machine is complex electrical and mechanical, made from what appears to be a cluster of ancient square screened television sets, alarm clocks set into typewriter bases and large reel to reel tape machines which dominate the back wall of the alcove with a sea of magnetic tape loops
The monk stands before the great machine, as if in silent prayer. He is listening deep into the myriad sounds of its workings, the quiet buzz of electrical energy pulsating through the immense network of wires. Finally he reaches out to open a concealed control panel in the dark stained wooden casing, making a minute adjustment to the machine, before eventually taking out a small hammer which he uses to tap the side of one of the square television sets. The voice continues its monologue from speakers which appear to be encrusted with the blackened globes of a thousand dead Light-Bulbs. The face of the hooded monk remains obscured as he returns to his place in the pews, the voice of the machine”s sombre tones echo back..
The Shrine Factories
of Santiago de compostela.
At the end of the pilgrim's way in north western Spain lies the town of Santiago de Compostela ; for many centuries the end destination of travellers from many different strains of religion, Pagan Pre-Christian and Christian Heretic have traditionally converged here to consolidate forces against the oppressing order of the church .
The knights Templar with their knowledge of Astrology have left their marks in the cathedral, with it's twelve shrines that encircle the thirteenth central jewel studded alter. An eye in a triangle looks down from the domed Arabic vaulted ceiling, a great stone serpent at the pilgrims entrance to the cathedral has centuries of usage shown in a hand shaped mark in the stone where it is customary to place your own hand on entry.
Virgin Enamel Blue
Around the Cathedral the predominant industry is the making and renovating of icons and statues for the supply of the multitude of shops selling religious paraphernalia to the tourists and religious travellers. In narrow alley ways workshop windows display unfinished the mechanisms of devotion, shelves can be seen lined with component parts lying ready for prefabricated assembly ; Angels Wings, Saint's Halos, Iron Nail, and Tin of Virgin Blue Enamel sit among Hammers and Screwdrivers, Soldering Irons and Wire Cutters ; tools which can be used for Creation, delicate Operations or Destruction as seen fit by the discretion of the sales staff. Several of the workshops have opted for modern means of production limiting their business to component supplies for the large assembly plants in the neighbourhood.
Religion in Line with Technology
Unfortunately the source of raw materials, salvaged plaster and carved wood, is running dry and certain unscrupulous dealers are resorting to the use of modern day materials in an attempt to cut costs and appeal to the recent trend of up-dating the church, bringing Religion on line with Technology. But the worse is yet to come, and it is complications such as these which chart the prognosis of the spiritual malaise eating away at all organised religion as the end of the millennium draws near.
Reliquary Rats
These Reliquary Rats have been known to use second rate items such as Broken Alarm Clocks, Typewriters, Christmas Lights Camera Lenses and Basic Electronic Circuit-Trickery along with other items found easily in the wastes of a large pilgrim town. The use of these found items are said by certain quarters in the religious labyrinth to contain more of the 'Essence' simply for the reason that they have been obtained “without conscious effort', and as time passes it can be seen, without doubt, that in the future usage of these local deities will increase as it has in other sectors of the religious community such as San Jose's shrine in Avinguda del Santuari de Sant Josep de la Muntanya in Barcelona, or a more recently occupied chapel nearby which was reported as having used numbers clipped from metro tickets collected from the turn-stiles of the local station in its Basilica.
Theology and Electronics
These practices are on the increase and nowadays it is common for the craftsperson of the church to be well versed in Electronics and assorted Pyrotechnica in addition to the traditional Theology and religious sciences, evident in the most recent development of the appearance of coin operated electronic prayer candles and the vending machines selling postcards and statues in the Vatican city.
Cholera Clocks
comments on the invention of time
By the Nomadic Monks Group
There is a great oppressor which blights all of us as time monks where ever we may find ourselves. This enemy of us has for centuries always been found prospering in the areas in which we dwell ,like both nettle and dock leaf, cause and cure attract the blessing and curse for all. By many it has been suggested that we have created this opponent deliberately, nurturing its malignant flesh in the oak barrels of the monastery's wine cellar or else fashioning its mechanics in the metal workshops, even allegations of Alchemy have been heaped upon us, and now that the years have passed and no longer is it a crime punishable by death to pursue such arts I can no longer explicitly deny these allegations.
However, I blame not these harmless practices for the diabolical invention of Time. I have seen over the years many examples of the law of opposites, of how every action, word or thought can create the equal and opposite force, sometimes in an incredibly short space of time, it was for this very reason that the monastery's stones were scattered and the monks sent out into the world so that we could prevent the spread of this malaise. Now we find it daily in every corner of the world, that same face of the oppressor, its round features and with the twelve Roman numerals spread around its glaring face.
The Cult of the Dead Light Bulb.
Modern day splinter group which has broken off from various of the world”s Organised Religions. Allegedly founded when several Lab. Technicians, who were defecting from the Laboratories of the world”s leading Religions, met by chance encounter in a “Bingo” Hall. Each of the founding members had taken with them the latest plans and blueprints for “Religious Apparatus and Methods” which they had decided not to pass on to their corrupt employers, preferring to sell the secrets to “the other side”. Within a short space of time, to the soundtrack of the Bingo callers Random number selection, they came to the unanimous decision to form a group with the aim of exposing the mechanics behind Organised Religion and to create an alternative magickal system which took into account the Divinity of Machines.
They came upon the name, The Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb, after one of the group, an electrician by trade, was rewiring a Monastery which , he was told, was a haven for a nameless secret society of monks who had taken to the practice of stealing the broken Light-Bulbs and burnt-out Fuses from the church electrical cupboards, apparently for use in their secret rituals. One of the Heretics was said to have claimed that the stolen Light-Bulbs were “Charged with Religious Energy” and another claimed that an “Alchemical Transubstantiation” had taken place within the filament of the burnt-out fuse.
The cult of the Dead Light-Bulb exists to this day, quietly collecting the broken Machinery and waste Electrical goods from the modern cities of the world, patiently building and experimenting with the technologies that lie behind the traditional facade of Organised Religion.
Circuit 47
The Cult of the Dead Light-Bulb is affiliated with the newly formed organisation: Circuit 47 , a self financing research and information group with the aim of eroding the barriers between Magick, Technology, Religion and Art. through the means of creating a network of affiliated groups and individuals consisting of New or Mutated Religions (Patent no. Pending), Chaos Magickians, Technical Theologians, skilled Artisans, and all those interested in creating or experimenting with new magickal systems. A quarterly publication is now open for Written Contributions, descriptions of Rituals, useful Circuit Diagrams, Alchemical Technologies, and artwork based around these themes, and is available from Circuit 47
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