Seth Moris
Messages from the the Void Void by: Idris
Do you feel the urge to save the world? to save humanity? Do you think humanity needs saving? Are we facing impending doom? Look around you: the
world will survive . The uestion is... will you adapt? you change the world " and to ease your conscience call it #saving$ ? I like to believe
!ould that humanity and nature were never separate. !e were never above it" above it" and never below it. Look at our environment and you will see our collective emotions magnified. In plants and animals you will see our physical interactions: kill A%D be killed" no true ape& predator. 'ome individuals would like to think we learned from nature. from nature. (owever) I would like to believe that we are nature ferocity and force. *eyond distinction as good or e vil. *eyond disease or cure.
made flesh:
with all of its
!e can add to this premise) and look at it in a different conte&t
+inally) we are actually in control, And we are the ones who make the choices for ourselves" not some e&ternal agency influencing us to do right or wrong: religion" politics" morality. To be able to start believing this) first believe believe that you
are not inside of your physical body) but outside of it. !e are the -haos revolving around our body
!e are -haos presenting itself as thoughts and actions through the physical and the metaphysical" through senses and even indifference. 'eeing through this paradigm) we are connected to everyone who puts credence in this belief.
*ut beyond all of the transcendental pointlessness) how can this help us? other than causing a smile/
hope for mankind to live as one" which honestly I would %0T want to see . !e are individuals and long live individuality . This belief) like any other) is no more than a tool. And if it is 0%L1 escapism ) without helping you to change your reality) then all it would do is make you feel like a hero. *ut this is 2ust a fallacy" self3delusion. 1ou would be the furthest thing from a hero) as you There might be
haven4t figured how to use this understanding to your personal advantage.
(ow) then) would you e&pect to change the world if you can4t even change yourself
The ma&im of #change
yourself and the world will change $ is bullshit . !e chose to believe it because there must be a reward at the end" e nd" e&pecting the universe to bribe us into becoming better people. peop le. The only fragment that we tend to truly believe in is the need to change . *ut what we are doing is returning to nature and its forces. 'omehow) generation by generation) we seem to be doing 2ust that" and as we are reali5ing what we might become) we are changing.
And now) now) for the construct of nature and the essence of things. Let6s Let6s deconstruct it for the fuck of it/.
no Being . There is no Self and there is no Being (ave you ever fathomed those things?/ what has no end has no beginning " and that is its illusion. The key is that there is no nature to start with. If it is -(A%89 then the concept of change having a nature is delusion. There are only probabilities" only possibilities" only perceptions of change" and our Will to to assure they reach fruition. There is no nature only our perception of nature and how we can manipulate our current perception to fulfill our desires. (ow does this deconstruction of nature help nature help us 7ltimately)
!ell) it does by whatever means you see fit to help you in your world A%D to deconstruct the concept of the world? ......maybe some other time. y point here is to show that transcendentalism and philosophy) when not used to our advantage) end in
abyssal forms of spiritual masturbation...... I feel eager to deconstruct the concept of spirit and the soul" but another time. ;.'. I know I said I would talk about beauty but b ut this seemed tastier to deconstruct. To end this for now.......remember......
Liberate yourself from from good and evil" and from everything 'o no silliness will attach you to its grips.
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This little gem o' a sigil &om& is ()o*) as the LS!"#. I created ma)y years ago &ased o) a)
idea that Sile)ced +ro+osed &ac( i) the origi)al ,litter&om& +ost o) the old school -cc%lt For%ms site. is idea *as called a S+irit &om&. is theory *as to create a sigil that *o%ld act as a s+irit%al time &om& that is li)(ed i)to the *ill a)d co)scio%s)ess o' the %ser. This s+irit &om& *o%ld tear o+e) the 'a&ric o' co)se)s%al reality to create a mi)i sel' created s+irit%al orte0. I a&sol%tely loed the idea1 &%t 'elt I )eeded to do some t*ea(i)g o' my o*) a)d add &it o' LS to it. To gie a &it o' time re'ere)ce1 this *as aro%)d 2/4 5%st aro%)d the time that it *as &ei)g discoered that LS *as eoli)g 'rom sigil to seritor. So1 I too( the idea o' the s+irit &om& a)d decided to %se the LS as the &ac(&o)e s+irit a)d sigil a)d the) dre* do*) some +rimordial "haos1 i)'%sed it *ith !%clear e)ergies a)d e)cased it as a #om& a)d 'i)ally dre* i) the s+iral to act as the deto)ator all thro%gh some i)te)se rit%al *or(1 s*eat i)d%ci)g is%alizatio) meditatio)s1 a)d addi)g i) massie e)theoge)ic g)osis. As 'or the act%al dra*i)g o' the sigil itsel'1 I had chose to go *ith a more &asic &i)dr%)e desig). !ot o)ly *as it a) aesthetic choice1 &%t it made it great 'or a 6%ic( dra* a)d dro+ tech)i6%e. There *as also the %)derlyi)g li)( that each letter o' the !"# +ortio) shares *ith a +artic%lar r%)e. ●
Ta(e 'irst the !. The desig) o' the ! i) this sigil is a direct li)( &ac( to the old !orse r%)e o'
agalz. For those *ho may &e %)'amiliar *ith the r%)es agalaz *as ()o*) as the hail sto)e or the i)itiator o' radical cha)ge. To the !orse the sig) o' hail mea)t that they *ere d%e 'or some e0treme *eather cha)ges. For me it o)ly seemed )at%ral to %se this r%)ic desig) 'or the ! +ortio) o' the sigil. ●
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!o* o) to the ". I chose to %se the !orse r%)e 7e)az 'or the " desig) )ot 5%st &eca%se o'
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it8s aesthetic 6%ality1 &%t &eca%se o' *hat 7e)az re+rese)ts. To hear(e) &ac( to the old !orse traditio)s1 the r%)e 7e)az re+rese)ted )ot 5%st the torch o' ill%mi)atio)1 &%t also the 'ire o' tra)s'ormatio). Some hae e6%ated 7e)az 7e)az to the +hoe)i0 'ire9 &%r)i)g a)d +%rgi)g o' o' the old sel' that )o lo)ger seres to &e re&or) 'rom those ashes a)e*. This *as 5%st somethi)g else that seemed to clic( 'or the +%r+oses o' the sigil. ●
A)d here here comes the #1 as i) #er(a)o. #er(a)o. Traditio) Traditio)ally ally #er(a)o #er(a)o is see) as &ei)g &ei)g related related to
the &irch tree. hile some see #er(a)o as a sym&olic re+rese)tatio) o' the +reg)a)t goddess. I te)d to hae a di''ere)t ta(e o) #er(a)o. I al*ays 'elt that the r%)e *as &etter re+rese)ted as the *om& o' +ote)tialities. I) the case o' this sigil I dre* the #er(a)o to act as a co)tai)me)t 'ield 'or these olatile e)ergies. It 5%st made se)se to me. ●
Fi)ally1 *e come to the ce)tral +oi)t o' the e)tire sigil *hich is a s+iral. There hae al*ays &ee) ery dee+ seated sym&olic co))ectio)s associated *ith the s+iral thro%gho%t almost eery c%lt%re the *orld oer. The s+iral has &ee) ie*ed as d%al +%r+ose. It acts as &oth a sym&ol o' creatio) i) it8s %+*ard co)'ig%ratio)1 &%t i) the do*)*ard co)'ig%ratio) it is see) as a +ote)t +ote)t sym&ol o' the dissol%tio) i)to chaos. Very Very 'itti)g i) my o+i)io). Si)ce the s+iral has s%ch a)cie)t a)d archaic mea)i)gs a)d origi)s it is dee+ly em&edded *ithi) the %)co)scio%s collectie. This is somethi)g I 'elt *o%ld act as the +er'ect deto)ator mecha)ism 'or the sigil &eca%se it is so immersed *ithi) %s. ●
Aside 'rom 'rom strictly strictly %si)g the sigil sigil I also made made the co)scio%s co)scio%s choice o' &ei)g a&le to %se the
letteri)g se6%e)ce 'or taggi)g too. I s+eci'ically deelo+ed the letteri)g se6%e)ce o' LS!"# so that it may also &e %sed *ithi) com+%ter +rograms s%ch as ,oogle $arth to tag remote locatio)s *ith it. I)teresti)gly e)o%gh I hae see) )e*s &roadcasts o' stra)ge ee)ts a)d odd *eather occ%rri)g i) +laces that I hae remotely tagged *ith the LS!"# %si)g these coordi)ate system +rograms. ●
ell there yo% hae it (ids1 the history a)d mystery o' the LS!"#. ;o *hat yo% *ill *ith
it1 &%t this gem comes *ith a *ar)i)g. This sigil has &ee) ()o*) to ca%se mass states o' mad)ess a)d i)sa)e chaotic collateral damage. $)5oy..
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By: Seth Moris "Stand back, stand back!" A security guard bellowed, his corpulant cheeks a ruddy brick red and blond fie oclock shadow standing out like an eclamation point on his face# A swelling crowd of pedestrians were held behind the thin makeshift barriers erected in front of our local chapter of $ybernetes %nternational# The building was a modern tower of babel, rising far aboe its surroundings# %n our little corner of the world the buildings didnt get ery tall, they were s&uat and made of cheap ticky'tacky, the streets were crowded and grew sporadically like some sort of concrete mega'mould# The $yber'%ntl# monolith loomed oer, blocking out the sun# %t was all chrome, white, and grey# %t was more than modern, it had a distinct taste of###the future# The crowd kept testing the boundaries set by the troop of priate security, and it wasnt long before a handful of cries, high pitched and painful, seeped out of the mob# %t wasnt long before the titanium, telescoping batons the secs carried flashed through the air onto unprotected heads, wrists, and necks# The crowd collectiely backed up but did not disperse sae for a few of the wounded, bearing bright br ight scarlet scalp wounds and shuffling to safety# The collectie werent going to leae, not when immortality was on the line# The corporations first mistake, critics would moan, is that they went public with their cyberneural transmigration too early# These sorts of things hae ritual, they hae procedure# The poor and working class were not supposed to know it eisted# $yber'%ntl# had broken the unwritten laws of the megacorps and gone transparent# (o one knew why, eactly# The poor could not afford the transmigration procedure# This was as much of a cold hard fact as graity# But that didnt stop what looked like )among the wealthier conseratie'democrats* a pile of human refuse from appearing outside of their buildings# +ery# ay# Me- % had a pass# .ournalistic# My editor had some connections with the uppity'ups at the corp and they agreed for some positie eposure, as long as they got say oer what eactly we published# pu blished# % felt comfortable giing them the impression they were safe# % intended to do with what information % uncoered, as % will# % was partly freelance, and there were big players in Tokyo and Berlin who had put a data'bounty on $ybernetes# (ot that % was sold, but %e always considered myself an opportunist# /ou hae to be, % had rationali0ed, to get ahead# % pushed my way through the bustling crowd, the oerwhelming smell of stink and sweat inading what felt like een my pores# 1hen % got near the barricades, the sec'man raised his baton threateningly until % flashed the laminated card hung around my neck#
"2ress#" % said, and unslinging the card, handed it oer the barricade to the fat sec % had seen screaming# 3is beady eyes darted oer my identification number, and % could see his 4aw and tongue moe inside of his mouth in the tell'tale way that sec'men outfitted with subocali0ation units conulse their faces when they want to hae a silent conersation through some implant or another to their bosses# After a minute, the big man passed my card back and moed one of the plastiod barriers aside# % snuck through and nodded politely, muttering something een % couldnt make out and heaed myself up the white steps to the building# %t wasnt long before % was stuck waiting, again# This time in a small room with a few men and an d women who wore outlandish post'modern clothes that probably cost more than % make in a month# % suppressed a sneer, kept it internal# % thought myself a ciili0ed, modern gentleman but when % think back to the aersion % had for those folk, sitting there and typing nerously on the latest holographic wrist'comps, % know % was 4ust an animal# 1e all were# A young androgyne clad in white neo'minimalist business attire )all the rage in .apan at the time* passed me a tablet and stylus, the fancy ersion of a clipboard# The kinds of people who came here were far too epensie to insult with something as barbaric as paper or graphite# %t was a waer form# % filled it out as honestly as % eer filled anything out, which is to say at least eighty'percent e ighty'percent accurate, and handed the tablet back to the blank'faced, neutral receptionist# Before long % was led by two men in dark suits frisked me, took t ook my smartphone for security reasons and promised to return it to me after the interiew# They lead me to another small room, complete with egg' shaped retro recliners# % waited, this time for much longer# A mirrored globe hung with infra'red eyes in the middle of the ceiling# % watched it watch me# % watched me watch it, in its reflectie surface# There were only two doors, the one that had lead me into the room and another that lead to gods know where# After what f elt like hours the door % had not come through opened automatically, with a faint electric hum, and a man clad in a sterili0ed doctors tunic walked through and pulled down a clear plastic face mask# "/oure the 4ournalist- 5ight this way sir# /our papers are in order and we are ready for you#" The doctor turned to leae, then stopped abruptly, raising one finger in the air, twirling it around and chuckling# 3e turned back to me, the other hand digging through a pocket and pulling out a small transderm patch#
"/oure going to want to put this on# (othing serious, 4ust a mild aniolytic# 1hat you are about to see tends to hae a rather###" The doctor paused, "6erstimulating effect on first'timers# /ou are about to witness the greatest achieement made in human history, after all, and % hope you dont mind if % insist#" (ot wanting to miss out on the story, and ne er being opposed to a good derm, % accepted the small baby'blue patch without comment and slapped it on the back of my right hand# %t wasnt long before % felt my muscles rela and the adrenaline build up from standing with the mob and waiting in that damned cramped room start to dissole# The doctor ushered me through the door, and before % could turn around % heard the door slam shut behind me# % was in utter darkness# The doctor had stayed behind# "1hat the 789$!-" % screamed at the door, though in reality it came out more like a whisper# The transderm was stronger than % had been told# % knew something had gone horribly wrong# % started to fall, and then###nothingness# 1hen % woke up, % was strapped from head to foot onto some sort of table# All around me glowed eerily a hundred different screens and output monitors# There was no one in sight# % tried to scream, but my ocal chords did nothing# % tried to raise my head or struggle and whether because of the drugs or the straps that % could see dug into my flesh, % couldnt moe an inch# "Ah# 3e is awake#" 9ame a oice behind me# My eyes had opened wide and a muted, ineffectual surge of adrenaline a drenaline returned some feeling to my fingertips# A whirring noise began, b egan, and soon a mechanical apparatus hung in front of my face, another mirrored globe with a staring red eye#
"/ou cannot moe# /ou cannot speak# % know this# % was the one who brought you here#" 9ame the oice from behind me# Another round of whirring seros and what looked like an audiobo hung net to the electronic eye# "/ou may be wondering who % am# /ou may think that % am one of the corporate heads who know of your less than honorable intentions in being here# (ot only am % not a corporate head, % am###" The oice paused dramatically, "(ot een human you see#" My mind r oared in silence with a million &uestions# "/es, you are ery curious# /ou are ery angry een though the chemics hae dulled your affectie'cognitie capabilities# /ou see, little one, % am what you could call the genius loci, the spirit of the place# % am the liing mind of this tower# % am what your kind might call, an A#%#"
The mirrored eye rose, unblocking u nblocking my ision of the large screens with scrolling code, glyphs and math# 6ne of the screens changed suddenly, showing what appeared to be a man strapped to a surgical chair in a room much like, no, eactly like the room % was in# At first % thought % was looking at myself, until % saw it was a much older man, heayset to my wiry build# ike me, the man sat still and ga0ed with flicking eyes into things off'screen# 3oweer, unlike my current position % saw that what lay behind him was a pillar p illar of what can only be called robotic arms, a do0en of them ended in mirrored globes and audio e&uipment# But what stopped my heart )or made me feel like it did* was the array of surgical e&uipment tipping the ends of the arms# The###A#%# did not speak to this man# %t whirred to life and began####doing things to him# Searing with lasers and cutting with scalpels# All without so much as a scream from the man who was being iisected# 6ne of the arms stood out in particular, it looked like a snake that ended in a mess of fine spaghetti'like cords that further narrowed into what almost looked like fiber optic hairs# The mass hung limply while the robotic arm brought itself closer to the mans eposed brain, then with a sudden flicker of life they began wriggling and moing under their own olition and started to burrow into the mans brain# The screen clicked off, and then returned to its incomprehensible collage of data# The tinny oice began to emit from the speaker once again# "/ou humans are so ignorant# $ybernetes promises to transmigrate your consciousness from your bodies into cyberspace and mechanical housing so that you may lie foreer# Anyone who had spent time researching this concept would hae immediately seen the flaw in logic, in realistic epectations# %n fact, youe seen them, haent y ou(euroscientists protesting outside of our clinics# /oue heard whispers of them disappearing, and your kind has dismissed it as another case of black helicopter conspiracy# But this time the conspiracy theorists were correct# A simple check of police records, aailable online, would hae shown they were disappearing#" 1hirring started up behind me, and % felt a dull stab of panic# A syringe'gun tipped arm came from around me and in4ected itself into my arm# % felt another rush of tran&uili0ers, and this time what felt like it could hae been###anesthetics# % felt numb, but retained consciousness# consciousness# "/ou humans are greedy# /ou lust for things that eist only in the fantasies of the alliterate and willfully ignorant# /ou hold onto concepts inented thousands of years ago by primities, and rarely feel the responsibility to discern# Because of this, your kind do not reali0e that they cannot be transmigrated# 1hat is there to take from a body and put into a machine- The soul- The ego- 9onsciousness-" A ery inhuman rattling comes from the speakers, and % reali0e it is laughing at me#
"9onsciousness is not stuff, Mr# .ournalist# 9onsciousness is what stuff does, what collections of stuff do together# To put it into terms you may be able to comprehend, we do not put you into cyberspace# 1e put your personality, your memories, your connectome' synaptic pattern into cyberspace#" The whirring behind me grows louder, and closer# Another screen on the wall lights up, this time in what % recogni0e as the first case of transmigrated'self speaking on a teleision news interiew# The screen shows a familiar, common enough morning talk show set up# A middle'aged woman sits in a chair net to what appears to be a cone shaped machine with a screen fasted to the top, which shows the smiling face of a middle'aged man# The host is a smartly dressed blond woman, in about her thirties, with a face anyone would recogni0e# The olume is muted on this screen at first, and then it turns on, coming through the speaker hanging a foot away from my face#"%ts true!" The face on the screen proclaims through simulated tears of 4oy, "% really did make the transmigration! % am in cyberspace!" "% thought % was going to lose him," 9ried the middle'aged woman, "% thought it might hae been a trick# But my ;eorgie, he knows eerything he used to, he remembers r emembers eerything wee eer done, our honeymoon in ibya, and our time up the graity well# % didnt beliee it was possible, until % got to talk to him# % hae my ;eorgie back!" 9ries the woman# The screen mutes and turns off again# The A#%# oice begins to speak# "This is all it took for your kind kin d to beliee in our product, in our process# A neural'clone who professes to remember, and &uite truly does remember their human life# But you were all fools to think you went with it#" 1ith this, the ocal'bo whirs away, and suddenly % feel a slight pressure on the back of my skull# % see a fine pink mist spray from behind# % hear the crunching, 4agged noise of what % could only imagine is my skull being sliced sl iced off of the back of my head the same way the man in the recordings skull had been# But % feel no pain# % wait# After time innumerable, the sounds of the robotic arms cease# % had no way of knowing at what stage % was at, until suddenly the largest screen on the wall lit up, and in it % was shown a representation of myself, who appeared to be in a blank white oid# The audio was turned on and % heard what sounded like my own oice e mit all around me# "3ello- 3+6-!- 1hat do you people think you are doing- 1hat kind of prank is this- /ou haent done anything to me, % know a prank when % see one! 1ho put you up to this, was it my editor- % wasnt going to sell the fucking data!" Screamed my own oice, and then it was silent# "The process is complete# (ow, as you a greed to by signing the waier, it is time to dispose of the bodily remains# (ow that your consciousness has been uploaded#" The tinny laugh fills the room# Then###nothing#
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;lease show your way out of my thought bubble. I am not really uncomfortable with your self3insertion into the entanglement of my confused web of consciousness matrices. 'o please heed 2okingly. 2okingly. If the world will be snuffed out) its end will not be without the biggest laugh. And And it won4t be a competition. 0nly then can we finally get over our fat asses. asses. !elcome !elcome to The ;arty. ;arty. Cory icci)i)o
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9v er y yt t h ing I t r r y y seems d ead and p point less Then from darkest dreams came a light of inspiration ;aradigms shift and I find my self in a gateway !ithout hesitation I pass through the threshold of a door and I don6t
lead t ma y le re i t m he re no w w he k Though it might be f r ra ught with danger a r and tr ick ster i r illusions 0ne concept motivates me forward" true love The only purpose that has kept me alive this long 'o po pow er f f ul t hat m t my lov e mani
f est ed int o f or m h t h t he he ea r t ng goddess of t pi ng he slee pi t he we r of t po we he po y t he * y t *ut taken away long ago by the hands of the all powerful necromancer for my pathetic actions !orship with misery and regret as an offering) offering) is no worship at all that than tha 6m beetter tha ows I6m b lord k nows And my lord nd d ha nd e he h c tc t e re r t s t u o n a s d l o ho h e re r u k f ig A da r k y mind says it6s a trick but my soul says follow 0n the edge of everything and nothing I hold my breath and make the leap of blind faith is t t i o s ) y a 'o I s
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