Current 128

A declaration of war

Things are accelerating and I think that it’s time I rolled this out formally so I can stop being so cryptic.

I’m writing a book.

Which is a thing I’ve said about numerous other projects in the past but this time I’m really doing it. Coincidentally, a thing I’m known to have said about those other projects as well.

It’s a manifesto, a tactical manual, and a grimoire dedicated to the opposition of neo-reaction, traditionalism, and fascism. It’s something that I’m calling Current 128: The Blood Rose Cabal.

The Full Ordeal of Initiation

Some time back I was introduced to The Esoteric Order of Dagon (see above) and have spent the last few months working their current. It involves the development of dreamwork and a recent ritual involved an invocation that I wrote about privately and sent to the grandmaster but didn’t publish here. Oath of secrecy, strength in silence, yadda yadda. While the details of the ritual shall remain secret, the result of it was quite intense. I evoked something in me that was extremely dark but also exactly what I needed in the moment. In the days that followed, I wrote more and more, experiencing a surge in creativity. Everywhere I looked I was seeing a rising trend in esoteric fascism, too. I picked a fight with Gordon White. The Nonsense Bazaar ran a long string of episodes about I AM Activity and Saint Germain. Qanon Anonymous ran episodes about Mount Shasta and the rising tide of Yoga Nazis for Trump. I received some bonkers physical mass mailer about Qanon that reeked of psyop. Laser-eyed Pepes on Twitter were posting endlessly about Dark Maga, a sort of apocalyptic endpoint where we get another Trump term that results in a nuclear holocaust. We’re two years out from the next presidential election and Trump is threatening a return to the primaries. We got MTG, Ron DeSantis, and Madison Cawthorn acting the fool on the mic to great applause. There is a fucked up trend in all of this that you can track and it’s pointing to a pre-emptive series of moves from the accelerationist death cult to position themselves for another round of “meme magick” and Spicy Pepes. Get ready for more insufferable channers and their ironic memes about genocide, this time minted as an NFT.

Not only is she insufferable, she’s also a neo-rectionary

To all the people who tried to make me feel bad for gently dunking on her book deal: HOW. FUCKING. DARE YOU.

There’s a long thread and a growing collection of zoomer traditionalist psychopaths who orbit Georgina. We’re keeping screenshots nowadays because my accusations that she’s a lazy thief weren’t backed by my usual rigorous evidence and my reputation, alone, wasn’t enough to balance things out. So there you go. I may not have screenshots of plagiarism in action but how’s that one for ya? She’s something far fucking worse and many of her defenders, lookin’ at you, @outlawpriestess, are also big fan of Exit, acceleration, and traditionalism.

A threatening tide is rising and I’ve had ideas to do something about it in the past but didn’t really have the momentum. Now I do. People are reading and listening and I have a proposition that I think you can get down with. If you’ve followed me thus far, we’re probably degenerate SJW cucks-in-arms. So you get it. The EOD invocation opened a door in me and gave me some clarity and direction that I so badly needed. I awoke one morning from a dream and in the fleeting split-second between sleep and consciousness I received a very clear vision. It was like I was looking at a picture and I managed to get a good look at it before it was gone forever. It was the cover a book called The Blood Rose and at the bottom it said By Frater Pera. That name, not my real name. This struck me as significant. My magical persona is crossing over into realspace. The book’s cover was a strange image that, not to sound like a creep or anything, but it depicted a large scene of what appeared to be group sex. Bodies were combined into a circular shape that when I would draw it, looked disturbingly like the Sonnenrad but the more that I looked at it and worked it out on paper the more I realized that while it did bear a resemblance, the direction of the Sonnenrad seems to turn counter-clockwise. Mine didn’t. It went the other way. With the sun. It ended up looking like this.

So I started meditating on this. What was I looking at? What the hell is The Blood Rose? I pulled cards, I did all sorts of scrying until I was confident that I was receiving a clear message, consistent across the mediums. This was the current that I would use to mobilize people against the reactionaries. This is The Blood Rose Cabal. Naturally I ran this name through the NAEQ ciphers.

Blood Rose Cabal = 128 = Of Thebes, The Beast, Scarlet Woman, their woes, blue and gold are, the cube, any god shall deny, kisses of nu, righteous, life & death, war-engine, with spears, precious, the force

That’s a lot of fuckin’ relevant matches, first of all, but to have both The Beast and Scarlet Woman in the mix? That’s just wild, amigos. The apocalyptic pair, themselves! So I took the number and attached great significance to it. The Blood Rose Cabal operates in what I am calling the 128 Current. I became obsessed with it. Still am. This was the heraldry of a new rebellion.

That or I need my medication adjusted.

The Nightmare Bomb

That article I wrote, about the nightmare bomb, that’s a part of this. It’s a pilot project and proof of concept for the 128 Current. I spent a lot of time thinking about what lies at the core of reactionary fear and came to the conclusion that change and dynamism is what terrifies them to their bones. They cling to traditionalism because it represents a familiar stability. Even though none of them really know what this fabled fascist golden age is that they’d all like to return to, what they really want is the certainty of black and white binary outcomes. Any result which falls outside of that narrow band involves critical thought and who has time for that nowadays? TV is crazy good right now, ya know? But that’s not how the world works. Entropy is a force of nature that doesn’t give a fuck about how much money you give conservative PACs. It’s an inevitability. Resist it at your peril.

128 reduces to 2, representing Chokmah, the chaotic creative urge, the unfocused Will. Chaos plays a large role in this current. I was recently listening to the Dissection record, Reinkaos, a cartoonishly evil expression of whatever misanthropic nonsense they were getting up to, but Reinkaos exists in a current of their own that I noticed was called the 218 current, also reducing to 2. Where theirs is in service of something vile and purely destructive, ours is every bit as chaotic but the arrangement of numbers implies a destruction for creation. They invoke Kali to kill. We invoke Kali to clear the way for creation. Will is nothing without Love.

These reactionaries all talk about the Kali Yuga like we’re living in it so if this be the time of monsters, I’ll give them fucking monsters.

In search of the operating spirits of this current, I consulted my Daemon Tarot, a deck that’s not at all a tarot and one that I’ve had a hard time with in the past. But I pulled a card at random to see what it recommended as a friend to the current and drew Alastor, which couldn’t have possibly been more appropriate.

A bit more meditation on the theme also brought me to the Malach Hamaschit, the biblical destroying angels dispatched by God to do the Lord’s wetwork.

The central mechanic of the 128 Current is re-enchantment. I’m strongly inspired by David Southwell’s Hookland. Capitalism has no business in the neo-reactionary world but it’s a helpful tool toward disconnecting people from their communities. If you invade their neighborhoods and tear down the character of their cities and towns, replacing it with soulless property, they lose touch with the mythology and the magic of the place that they live in. A people without mythology is easy to manipulate. “Remember how things used to be,” they ask, “This is what they’ve taken from you.” And then the lecture veers toward CRT and the profound evil of Drag Queen Story Hour.

Hookland @HooklandGuide

Today's answer to the question: 'What is Hookland?'

We’re taking the idea of Genius Loci or the Noosphere and applying a quality of tension to it. These characteristics of reality, like all things, are malleable. They can be as fluid as mercury or they can be as firm as a hardened bunker. Reactionaries rely on a bedrock-firm quality to reality. It must be unmoving and unchanging for them to feel comfortable. That which is frozen can thaw but the tricky part about reality is that it settles quite easily and the harder the malleable quality becomes, the harder it is to release it to a fluid state once again. The reactionary squad has quite a head start on us, too. It’s easier to radicalize people toward stasis than it is to move them in the other direction. They have a broad network while The Left continues to argue amongst itself and tribalize into disconnected groups, skeptical of one another. The fluid state of reality has settled quite comfortably into something quite sturdy and it’s going to take a lot of work to shake it loose. But we can do it. I’ve already declared war.

The primary tactic of Current 128 lies in making reality as slippery as possible in your community. I take huge inspiration from Situationist International, The Domus Kaotica Marauder Underground, and the KLF. If you’re interested, you’re hereby instructed to read Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord and KLF by John Higgs to understand where this is coming from. Stasis leads to stagnation. Stagnation leads to rot. Rot leads to putrefaction. Do you really want to be living in the liquefied remains of your hometown?

To actualize this we must engage in extremely public acts of rebellion, be they magical or strictly performance. We must hold public rituals tilted toward strangeness and unpredictability. Every move must be made toward breaking people out of their reality tunnel. We must be shocking. We hit and fade. Flash mobs inspired by the LA Cacophony Society must strike like a storm and vanish just as quickly. Be delightful. Be terrifying. Always be mixing it up. Announce no plans and make no moves toward permanence. Everything must be mysterious. Install art by night, fully expecting it to be destroyed, and most importantly leave a calling card.

We are who we say we are.

Ubique Sumus.

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The book will be a thorough examination of this current, with theory and practice, what, how, and why. I plan to publish it through Kickstarter, so if any of y’all know anything about that I’d really appreciate a little direction. There isn’t a publisher in the world that would touch this and I called Weiser a bunch of losers in my last post. I regret nothing, by the way. They’re publishing Georgina even though they’ve been made well aware that she’s a neo-reactionary piece of garbage. So remember that next time you’re shopping for occult books.