Rant 36: Eleuthereus

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Rant 36
Eleuthereus

,ÄúThe issue isn,Äôt what is or isn,Äôt. It is what might be.,Äù-Tequilarius Malignatus

,ÄúAccept nothing, assume nothing.,Äù
-Genesis P-Orridge

The most potent weapon of revolution is counter-revolution. The most powerful force of democracy is dictatorship. The reason why you are alive is that someday you will be dead. It is in the dying that the sum of all lives is felt. It is in the living that the sum of all time is felt. It is in time that the sum of all that makes living and dying felt. If the words trip you up then rub them out. There is a hidden goddess in every back-alley crack whore. There is a universe of spiritual insights in the act of draining a bottle of liquor. There is all the pagan spectacle you could ever wish to partake of in the act of brushing one,Äôs teeth. The talk-show hosts and the facilitators of expensive New Age seminars know this but still convince you to part with your money to gain their repackaged air.

You want a break from all your stresses and worries but the universe insists on piling on more than you can handle in an attempt to smash you out of your identity. Rub out the word. All your origins are accidental. All your thoughts are by chance. The universe and everything that exists came to be under our collective unwitting designs. And that is why we find it beautiful. The root of violence is in the blind assertion of identity for its own sake, betraying an ignorance of the ultimate purpose and purposelessness of identity. You have been everything and you will be everything. Memories of the past and visions of the future are only images from the depths of your being all those things.

Rub out the word. The word is the source of all mis-statements. The word is enslaved anarchy. It is a pretty noose through which you hang your aspirations, slowly choking the imagination and energy away. Release your breath. Give up all want. Sacrifice all sacrificing. If the gods exist then they laugh at your foolish attempts to deny yourself via sacrifice. Time is up. Your freedom is blowing on the wind. The flame of your identity and all of its limitations is being blown out.

Erase all the self-images you have that can not incorporate the existence of all things. Rip holes in the oppressive fabric of reality so often used to bind you to another,Äôs system of possibilities. If most of your dreams provide you with closure then you are doing something wrong. If a simple glass of water does not bring you ecstasy then you have refused magic. If you have refused magic then you have refused freedom. If you have tasted magic yet still do not accomplish anything, you will. And your desires will manifest when you least expect. Time is up.

Be suspicious of all the pre-packaged belief systems,Ķ
Belief systems are like parasites that feed off of your possibilities while restricting you with limitations and prerequisites. They mimic wisdom even as they mock wisdom. They fight and contend with each other and convince their proponents that the systems themselves are more important than the world. Their days are numbered, but your days don,Äôt have to be. Time is up.

The apocalypse was yesterday and today and tomorrow. The only way to know this is to learn that you are a liar. Being true to yourself, that unique obsession of post-modern urban cultures, is a deception. It is to cover the artificial fear that there are few things you are not with just a slight change of circumstance. A choice. A spell. A move. A bend in time.

Get out of it all. Get in it all. Who cares if you don,Äôt know what you,Äôre getting on about? No one else does either, unless they,Äôre lying. There is more mystical validity in crass entertainment than in so-called sacred teachings. There is more wisdom of enlightenment in yourselves than there is in some mentor/guru spirit guide. Try smiling at the sun and giving her a conspiratorial wink since you both know the secret of all secrets: There is no secret. And for you to claim an identity is as foolish as the sky claiming an identity.

(Chaos 60th, 3170)

[Slarti]

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your stuff is so supremely awesome hugh. it always makes me think, more than anything else. i never think more or harder than when i'm reading your rants.

[Slarti]

<shameless bump>

i printed out hugh's rants so i can have a copy around when i feel like reading.