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The dissonance of inherited traits

Posted in Articles, Essays, Fuckery, Genetical Theory of Natural Selection, Humor, Improbable Eugenics, Newspaper, Uncategorized, Unlinked, writing with tags updates on 2024-02-03 by Iskandar Sakut abn Mayu

The precession of simulacra carries out its prime directives to utterly conceal the order of sorcery that the would-be magickian finds readily evident in our societies. This order of sorcery is a regimen of semantic algebra where all human meaning is conjured artificially to appear as a reference to the (increasingly) hermetic truth.

Truth repeatedly re-invents itself for the benefit of the seeker.

The denotations and symbolism of culture and media have constructed our perceived reality. These represent the acquired understanding by which humankind and our mutual hallucination of holographic existence are drop-shipped into the chronospatial vacuutinuum of our inestimably omnipresent multiverse. A multiverse that is full of dimensional anomalies, unequivocal paradoxes, and patent contradictions.

Many of these references were first outlined in Guy Debord’s 1967 Society of the Spectacle, where he posits, “All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.” Debord further opines that the narrative of interpersonal relationships can be understood as “the decline of being into having, and having into merely appearing.” According to Debord, this condition is the “historical moment at which the commodity completes its colonization of social life.“

The idea of telegony goes back to Aristotle. It states that individuals can inherit traits from their fathers and other males previously known to their mothers. In other words, it was thought that paternity could be shared, and the effect seemed to support this notion, yet telegony was superseded by the rediscovery of Mendelian inheritance and the Boveri–Sutton chromosome theory of inheritance, which acted as a backdrop for classical genetics.

Then these ideas were combined with Darwin’s theory of natural selection in Ronald Fisher’s 1930 book The Genetical Theory of Natural Selection, putting evolution onto a mathematical footing and forming the basis for population genetics within the modern evolutionary synthesis of Darwin’s theory of evolution as well as Gregor Mendel’s ideas on heredity into a joint mathematical framework.

The womb is a miraculous melting pot of inherited traits and transmissible phantom accomplices who convene at the genetic level to form the basis of a new individual.

This made the impression that genetics was not a charter that would field many calculable, sequential avenues for manifesting the next progeny. It was a more complex and dynamic issue than it was initially perceived.

Katalepsis aka Inhibitory Gnosis

Posted in Chaos, Chemognosis, Enchantment, Essays, Illumination, Initiation, Magick, Numerology, Ritual, Sorcery, writing with tags gnosis, katalepsis on 2023-06-29 by Iskandar Sakut abn Mayu

Pseudo-Kenobic Jar Spell

Posted in Chaos, Enchantment, Essays, Illumination, Initiation, Magick, Ritual, writing with tags collaboration, z0s q1a inner workings on 2023-06-29 by Iskandar Sakut abn Mayu

Reverse Divination re: Sigil Creation

Posted in Divination, Enchantment, Essays, Illumination, Kabbalistic Endeavors, Magick, Ritual, Tarot, writing with tags DNA pathworking, genetic modification ritual, z0s q1a inner workings on 2023-06-28 by Iskandar Sakut abn Mayu

Fossil Angels

Posted in Essays, Linked with tags aeonics, Alan Moore, Joel Biroco, offsite on 2013-03-26 by Iskandar Sakut abn Mayu

Fossil Angels was written by Alan Moore in December 2002 it’s an essay that was to appear in KAOS #15 which never actually appeared, and the piece has been without a home since then. (More information about KAOS and why this wasn’t published there in this article on Bleeding Cool.) Mad thanks to Glycon for sharing this masterpiece.

First brought to our attention via Brian Shaughnessy

An excerpt from Fossil Angels pt. 1

“…it was this moment in the history of magic, with content and function lost beneath an over-detailed ritual veneer, all mouth and trousers, which the later orders chose to crystallize about. Without a readily apparent aim or mission, no marketable commodity, the nineteenth century occultist would seem instead to lavish an inordinate amount of his attention on the fancy wrapping paper. Possibly unable to conceive of any group not structured in the hierarchical manner of the lodges that they were accustomed to, Mathers and Westcott dutifully imported all the old Masonic heirlooms when it came to furnishing their fledgling order. All the outfits, grades and implements. The mindset of a secret and elite society. Crowley, of course, took all this heavy and expensive-looking luggage with him when he jumped ship to create his O.T.O, and all orders since then, even purportedly iconoclastic enterprises such as, say, the I.O.T, would seem to have eventually adopted the same High Victorian template. Trappings of sufficient drama, theories intricate enough to draw attention from what the uncharitable might perceive as lack of any practical result, any effect upon the human situation.

The fourteenth (and perhaps final?) issue of the estimable Joel Biroco’s KAOS magazine featured a reproduction of a painting, a surprisingly affecting and hauntingly beautiful work from the brush of Marjorie Cameron, scary redhead, Dennis Hopper and Dean Stockwell’s housemate, putative Scarlet Woman, top Thelemic totty. Almost as intriguing as the work itself, however, is the title: Fossil Angel, with its contradictory conjurings of something marvellous, ineffable and transitory combined with that which is by definition dead, inert and petrified. Is there a metaphor available to us in this, both sobering and instructive? Could not all magical orders, with their doctrines and their dogmas, be interpreted as the unmoving calcified remains of something once intangible and full of grace, alive and mutable? As energies, as inspirations and ideas that danced from mind to mind, evolving as they went until at last the limestone drip of ritual and repetition froze them in their tracks, stopped them forever halfway through some reaching, uncompleted gesture? Trilobite illuminations. Fossil angels.”

—Alan Moore ©

Glycon was lucky enough to be given a number of Alan Moore’s scripts by Alan himself a few years ago, and this was amongst them. Glycon asked if he could publish it and, when another publication which it was slated to appear in folded, Alan told Glycon he was free to go ahead. So, he is very proud to be allowed to present this piece here on Glycon for its first publication anywhere. This is, and remains, the sole property & copyright of its creator, Alan Moore.

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