External Alchemy – the Endarkenment[/

A great light shines, absorbing and dimming other lights around it in the way of turning on a flashlight outside at mid-day. By this distorted , oddly coloured light, those that come into and remain in it’s proximity view themselves, and view the world, insofar as the light around them will reveal.

This is the light of Nomos, the collective body of symbiotic judeoabrahamic ideas that constitute our societal worldview. Don’t steal, don’t kill, don’t jaywalk, be mindful of holidays such as Christmas and birthdays, go to work, pay your taxes, be a good person, live and let live, we are all sacred snowflakes and each life is inherently valuable, somehow, on a cosmic scale. Be the hero, but only in your head because you should really just call the cops when action should be taken. We are all equal, and love is representative of our true state. Negative emotions are evil, here, have a pill for that. Do not express heightened emotions, it isn’t appropriate, and whatever you fucking do, don’t god damn swear in public! Do what you should, live as you should, eat and drink as you should, think as you should.The light reveals the rightness of it all, twisted and distorted, yet immutably correct to those that receive it.

The light shines on, revealing itself as not one light, but millions. Millions, but as one.

All that fall within this light for too long will see the world in its glow, becoming of it, strengthening it, hosting it. Synchronicity between those that project the light and the light itself, a two way alchemy as the ouroboros eats its tail and the monster propagates itself, feeding on us like some insatiable beast that has neither substance nor form.

Nomos is a meme-beast, a type of living superorganism. There are many throughout the world, the Nomos of the middle east is a different creature than that of the west, even if siblings by way of similar Judaic root. They both differ significantly from that of the far east, or that of central Africa, or anywhere else. Even among the major spheres of nomatic influence there will be variations.

Yet, we live in a time where this beast, our specific western Nomos, has been given opportunity to take form in a way not seen in previous ages. Media such as television, news outlets, the internet, public schooling, driven by religious, capitalistic, and political agendas give licence to those that serve the light to instill this light into others en mass, further homogenizing the shade and visual texture of the shed light; crystallizing the omnimemeplex that is nomos even further.

I’ve seen the light my friends, and it is bullshit.

The devil, as he is, has no use for this light. He realized long ago that optical illusions abound, knowing ‘seeing is believing’ to be the ultimate folly. He knows that only by navigating the world by feel can it be truly apprehended, in the way that one intimately knows and understands. Yet the light shines brightly and illuminates in great detail, a self-supporting rainbow of lies, deceit, and hubris, undermining any incentive to reach out and see for yourself what the world is, discouraging and even punishing dissenters. Even within the devils domain, the very place this light can never shine, there are those that seek to serve the light, to subsume it to the all. Such is the power of Nomos.

No Nomos is immortal, though, however long their their lifespans might be. For a nomos to die requires change on a cellular level. The beast can not be harmed or killed from without.

Like an immune system, minor infections actually strengthen it, creating martyrs, bringing forth strong emotion en mass, instilling fear that allows for it to assume a greater level of control. We are each conditioned to manufacture nomos-stuff for ourselves in the name of our own security, our peace of mind, our very safety. Control memes, moral code, authoritative party lines, all serve to prevent and minimize any damage done to popular perception or the maintenance of nomatic order by dissenting voices or subversive activity.

For a nomos to die internally(it’s true home), a cell/host must, as Satan does, navigate the world by feel. Endarkenment is the process of dimming the light in that cell so that he might see, if faintly, the dim contours and shapes both outside of the lights influence and within. To realize the light is a lie. For when the light is realized as a lie the cell/host will dim further still,over a great deal of time, until it is no longer a carrier and it has become endarkened.

For each endarkened cell the Nomos is weakened, and when enough endarkened people exist, the light will lack the brightness to attract more to it. Always when one Nomos dies another takes its place, yet only by the process of endarkenment does real change happen, either individually or on a memetic level. This is the exoteric symbiosis, in an aeonic sense, of my method. To become of the dark, to propagate the dark, to feed the anti-nomos, the devil, so that He might empower me.

To be as a cancer to it, a venom to it, is external alchemy manifest internal. As the light dims more and more the eye will adjust to it, revealing the dim contours of truth amidst the eerily, wrongly, lit lie. Deeds feed mindspace, mindspace feeds deeds birthing a synergistic ‘essence’ greater than the sum of its parts.

This is the nature of Endarkenment.

The Tower

We reach for the heavens, metaphorically speaking. It is what we do, as humans, in all facets of life.

We all build a tower as high as we can, bits of knowledge, chunks of assurance of reality, bits of emotional surety, building the tower ever higher towards whatever might be above. Tower building is a treacherous game however, as one must be careful to use stable components, components that can both bare the weight of what it supports, and weather whatever might come from without. Towers are built and towers fall, in perpetuity.

The key to a good tower is, of course, the base. The thing about the base of a tower is it will, for each of us, sit ready for each of us to build on, rather than be something we can construct ourselves. The base of the tower is our predispositions, inclinations, capabilities, and that unknown ‘it’ that constitutes a persons innate personality. Some bases are narrow and horribly misshapen, others broad and even, suitable for building high and wide. People are seldom aware of what their base looks like, but that doesn’t stop them from building. Yet, the base will always determine the potential of what sits upon it.

Some build as fast as they can, using whatever they can to reach higher. Some are not versed well in building and create rickety and unstable things, swaying to and fro at the slightest breeze. Others build more slowly, measuring each piece against the whole, leaving as few gaps as possible. These take a great deal of time to gain great heights, but will withstand both their own weight, and what comes from without ,in perpetuity.

Often those that build the rickety towers will build walls to surround them, as these walls prevent the outside forces from toppling their work, yet bring with them the unfortunate side effect of eliminating any view to the outside. These sequestered places come to rest on these walls from within once they can no longer support their own weight, but they still stand high. High enough, in fact, for most that build them. With such a high tower, what need is there for a view? They have already reached the heavens.

Yet, that view is everything. That view is the purpose of the tower, and without it it is a thing without purpose. Realizing this, those that build slowly and carefully ensure that the lower levels will always support the potential height and girth of the structure. That which comes from without is invited to do its worst, for only that way can the builder know where his structure is weak, and buttress and replace as needed to maintain the structural integrity of his creation.

Ever higher.