As
Eisenhower chided (chode?), “The world in arms is not spending
money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of
its scientists, the hopes of its children.” General Patton, too,
remarked that “A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.” In
Biblical times, a talent
(or kikkār)
was
a measurement of a particularly-sized disk-shaped loaf, made of gold
or silver; the monetary equivalent of twenty years' wages.
These
facts ought to show that the use of talent, genius, hopes, and dreams
as a way of backing currency, are already widely accepted. This, and
the existence of an e-currency called SweatCoin, ought to show that
sweat is accepted just as widely, if not more. Additionally, the U.S.
Federal Reserve has set the standard; a currency with no human fluids
on it will not survive in today's fast-paced currency seller's
market. That is why we must forge a currency of sweat.
However,
a document
covered in sweat can
serve as a fine substitute. There's no way to perfectly
imitate that head-swelling, confidence-instilling feeling - like the
feeling of some cleansing flu coming on - of that most coveted and elusive of
currencies; Man. But what better way to counterfeit the witchy of the
itchy and the sticky of the icky of the way humons feel, than by
smearing your moneys with human transmission fluid?
Get
high off of your money. If you can't get V.D. from your money, then
You're Not Doing It RightTM.
If you've no blood nor sweat to spare, then as the saying goes: You'd
better get busy crying, or get busy scrying.
If the value of a money comes from its shine, then where doth its
value lay? Hark!, where, when the paternal, miserly Sun hides
from mere mortals for fear of his mistress Luna, as if She were some
attention-starved solar-powered vehicle (just as fair Gaia)? We may
only know by using the very Sun as our astrolabe – and probably as
our ass too, if you ask Georges Bataille – that is, by using the
Sun itself as our sundial and timepiece.
Would
that I could but snatch the Sun and Moon out the very Heavens for
thee, and gift them to you as currencies, untaxable by the gods. But
the best I can do is write these Letters. For the Sun and Moon are
round yet flat; just like the Earth, coins, and our callous hearts.
Amun RaShi'Amun
Rocks.
Through
replacing the money in our pockets with miniature sundials, our
currency will stay current, and we will be all paid-up on our phone
bill to G-d. We can even dial-up
the Messiah, to hear The Message, and the ephemeral Operator will
inform us of the True Cosmic Time. Then we can finally find out
whether Jesus was trying to tell us it was 2:45, 3:45, 8:15, or 9:15. I mean, Christ on a clock!
Yea,
for a Solstice
has come to pass! To watch the seasons, and Sun and Moon, is to
gently rock the cradle of civilization, to push the perambulator of
progress, to tend the Garden of the stationary Church-house-wife. It
is the cosanguine Nile of the suburbs. That is why we may no
Know-Religion until we know No-Religion. And only through the
No-Religion may we practice the All-Religion, the Night-Religion, and
the Day-Religion of Duty, and deliver our End of the Covenant.
So it was that those who had come to bask in the warmth of the Son
had also come to call it their god, and rely on it. Just as it was
hours later, when their god deserted them; mocking them, laying them
bare, cool and dry, vulnerable to the stare of the (K)night-King.
But
Lo!, for a second
light – a lesser
Light - did
govern the Sky, during fearsome Night!
The people rejoiced, gave thanks for this grace, and took heart. They
trusted their Moon-Goddess; she governed the Heavens so as to make
the very trains
run on time! Truly She were a goddess to whom mortals could set their
watches, and even their calendars!
But this mild, innocuous Lunacy grew feverish, bringing Discord. And
what Luna see, Luna do. They feared the Son would never return. Some
began to believe they didn't need Him. Moon-tanning boomed as an
industry. The vampires' unions went too far and then got complacent.
Bad times were had by all.
But
the Morn broke nevertheless, and the Lord of Light scalded dry the
winter-parched faces of the Draculistic Moonites with the sight of
the unforgiving day. This was the same chasmed flesh which had once
worn dry as caked desert mud from haloed Luna-C's glowering glow;
halo-lujah.
Fuckin'
way she goes;
same
shit, different millennium. For to God, every day is like a thousand
fears. ...Here's to another 365 of those shits.
But
after but after but; this is the nature of the koan.
Forsooth, I like
big buts, and I cannot lie; to lie is to call the Eternal But
anything but samsara.
It is to make it the but of the joke. For Our Lord Kurt Cobain, of
the Holy Trinity of Nirvana, freed us from the cycle of what the
Buddha termed the Cycle of Buts. This is what is truly meant by “Get
thee behind me, Satan!”. No amount of Time, nor The Waiting, can
free us from the Eternal But. If it can, then it is not the Eternal
But.
But that is the Nature of Time; we don't have Time to talk about
Time. Time may be money, but as Tha Boi warned us, “Time won't give me
time, and time makes lovers feel like they've got something real”.
And if time won't give you time, then it's no better than a money
that doesn't make you more money while you're sleeping.
The
Black Hole Son can only redeem us (for value) insofar as He can
symbolically
store our value. If Time is at all fleeting - and
it is
- then time and permanence cannot be rightfully described as
countrymen, thus serving as a store of value in any real
sense
proves difficult. But through conquering the Word - and defeating the
demonic, time-stealing scoundrel Hypnos - this dissonant disconnect
between Time and Value can be bridged, transcended, and overcome.
This
Letter is about making a sigil. A
sigil for your vigil.
That
I may lead you,
the reading novice magick practitioner, out of the sweat-shop and
into the Light, so that you may pick the Golden Rays from the very
Air.
This
is about how to create your sigil, and how to craft it into a
sigil-based currency. Moreover, how to charge it; the same way you
charge a credit card, or charge an innocent god with a crime He
didn't commit. Only then may we conduct
this Alchymical Wedding between Spirit and Flesh (the same way you
would conduct lightning to yourself, or an orchestra. Or conduct an
orchestra).
The
task before us is to transmute mercury into gold; to get blood from
stone. And remember, blood is mostly water, so if Moses got water
from a stone, then blood isn't a far Leap away. If Moe can do it, yo
can
do it. It's right there in his name: “Moe's us!”
That's
right, all your months of hard work are about to pay off! Collecting
these instructions, ritualistically inducing trance states so as to
emit ecstatic glossolalia, generating letter after word after symbol
after emoji
after cryptogram after codex after sigil after seal after amulet
after talisman after primordial language after ancient number that
nobody's ever heard of, while a bunch of clothespins hang off of your
dangly bits.
Did
you forget to do that? Oh. Well, I did mention to get a job
as part of all this? No? ...Actually, that's perfect, you have
nothing to work with. Just as Socrates was a genius because he
admitted he knew nothing, so too must the fabrication of a Faberge
egg begin with its negation; through piercing. This ain't the Seven
Dolours of Mary here, it's just like getting your hand pierced. And
as it may as well have said in 1 Timothy 2:9: “You can't be
beautiful until somebody pokes a hole in you.”
Look
away, and think on this: Piercing the one creates a zero within it.
How many zeroes? One. As zero is defined self-antithetically
as the absence
of value
or number, it is both a number and not a number. How
many numbers is it?
One. But how many numbers isn't
it? All of them.
This is the nature of non-Euclidean hyper-numeric out-forming.
This
principle is best symbolized by Sisyphus (1) pushing Ouroboros (0) up
a hill. The self-completion of Nothingness gives rise to the One, to
raise it.
All positive and negative value comes from within or without the 0.
This is what the
Kingdom of God is like.
Yes,
that's right; act now, for the Black Hole Son is the demiurgic
furnace of Creation; that supercollider of supercolliders, the Lord's
personal microwave, from which the All-Yet-What-It-Is-Ness and the
Not-But-What-It-Do-Ness spewluminate and spewmerge from the Hotness
of the Notness. This is why the knowledge that A does not
equal A, is the fountain pen of all ObjectiveTM
Human No-Ledge. For
there is (k)No(w)Ledge Beyond the Edge.
That's
why lack of a ledge to stand on is a desirable quality to possess.
For even if the sigils you manifested were too hardcore to translate
into English –
much less millions
in domain names profits –
then the only real
portfolio you need is within your own mind; it is your Memories.
While the First Rule of Sigil Money is that You'veTM
GotTM
aTM
PortfolioTM
toTM
MaintainTM,
there is dispute over whether “There is No Second Rule of Sigil
Money” in fact constitutes a second rule. But this should not come
as unexpected, for in the very same way that 2 emerges from 1, so
does 1 emerge from 0, and vice-versa. It's kind of like removing a
square peg from a round slot.
This
is to say that you can't get into Heaven unless you can fit through
Jesus's ribcage wound to get inside of it. And that hole wouldn't be
whole if some asshole centurion hadn't gone and done a damn thing,
and Doubting Thomas hadn't stopped by to open-up old zounds. Above
all, it's harder to thread the Hole to Heaven if you have a plank in
your own eye that prevents you from pointing our the camel in the eye
of the needle. Basically, the more valuable and precious the memories
you've stored in your mind, the more Value®
you can sneak into Heaven.
Though
ye may lack possessions, ye still have some number of sword and cup.
I mean, whether getting rid of all your possessions will get you into
Heaven or not,
then if you are
getting in, then whatever
is inside you
is also
getting in. Eh? Eh? So why not swallow a couple'a cigarette packs?
Where there's clouds, there's cigarettes. Why not turn yourself into
a drug mule while you're at it? What, do you think there's nobody in
Heaven who likes drugs!? This is how you can raise your Value®
without
weighing yourself down spiritually. Make yourself use-full!
As
you'll recall from earlier, the hole in the donut signifies the debt
which is built into the dollar. Money is weighted with debt - so as
to anchor it to Gaia, lest it dash adventurously off to reach the
lofty Spheres – and in order to inculcate into the bill an
imperative to spend. In this manner shall we rein spending Power into
our own sigils, like St. Nicholas herding reindeer with his Lightning
Command of the Word. As money now commands us to spend it, so shall
we soon command it
to spend itself;
through seduction.
The
value of Money (that is, money as
we know it)
cannot be acquired without spending; this discharges the debt,
allowing the spender to redeem the interest (that is, the cost of
using money which he incurred in choosing that currency in
particular). Basically, money is only useful once you Get Rid of
ItTM.
Just like a god.
Also,
conveniently, just like a sigil. If you want to truly keep something,
then you must spiritually
possess it, by preparing to let it go. If it comes back to you, then
it was meant to be. Only then may you buy your future back through
the flames. As has been said, “You don't know what you've got 'til
it's gone”; just like the manna
in which golf is scored, the value of possessing a sigil-currency
lies in its non-possession.
One year you won't want to be caught without
money, the next you won't want to be caught with
it.
You won't know until it's All-Too-Not-Just-Late-Enough.TM
The
less you have, the closer to Zero you are, the more you appreciate
what you do
have. This is what it means to live by God's grace, to live in God's
hands. To do this is to manifest financial
appreciation through acts of intellectual
and
emotional
appreciation. As each of ye bead a precious jewel with innumerable
facets, different yet equal in the unparallelable uniqueness which
knows no degree but only absolute. Thus, uniqueness – your
Unique,
at that - may never be diminished nor demeaned.
Verily
I say unto thee: by the time this is over, you will see the Kingdom
of God with your own eyes. More importantly, you will have learned to
not trap, but
catch
your intentions, uponto your sigil, without
nailing it down and accidentally killing it.
This will allow you to practice what we shall call the Entomology of
the Word, so that you may treat the flowers as Osho besought.
Even
if you can only do it as part of a simulation, living near Zero - at
the edge of nothingness and annihilation - is the only way to gain
the perspective necessary to understand that mankind must create a
currency whose value is inversely
proportionate to the level of human suffering which caused it.
To
paraphrase Matthew 5:3-6, the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and
getting hurt is a sure way to get people to pay attention to you. To
do this is to “make yourself scarce”; so rare that you nearly
fade-away into NothingTM,
and your value's wave-function collapses into a shit-line. But fear
not; if you strike yourself down, you shall become more valuable than
you can possibly imagine.
Just
as you can claim a flower -
without
picking it, nor killing it – by uprooting
it,
so too can you obtain the humour of your choice, and transfer it onto
the document that will wield your sigil. (Note: humours are herein
referred to as both Flesh and Spiritus,
not to be confused with Spirit.) However, you will not be trapping
spiritual
powers, nor intentions, nor fluids; but catching
them, as you would a dream with a dream-catcher.
This
document you use may be of paper, papyrus, vellum, parchment,
buck-skin, Charlie Manskin, or a grimoire made of human flesh. Use
whatever's handy. Even
literally; use your own hand if nothing else is available. After all,
as Mr. Wright noted, it's easier to read someone's palms if there's
something already written on them.
Your
goal will be to keep record of significance, and a souvenir
of
your illusory physical body (ectoplasm), with - and on
- this
codex. This will allow you to delicately “capture” the spiritual
union of Spirit with Flesh, but not in the same way that every time
you nail something into the ground, you're driving a nail through the
Body of Christ, and preventing both Jubilee and the Second Coming.
This way is less painful (depending on who you ask).
Additionally,
you must lay a trap for Fire; so that it may act as your Servant,
rather than your Serpent. Fire, as students of Richard Feynman will
attest, is a kind of spiritual lightning, which mortals refer to as
“electricity”. Once you have trapped your fluids with your sigil,
the fluids (spirits) become your prisoners, and begin to go to work
inside your
money,
to make more money for you. The walls of this numismatic prison
insulate the economy against all designs of electric and
economic
shock; from Nixon Shock, to China Shock, to the risk of
e-Weapondollar Shock (posed by mounting speculation in
3-D-printed-handgun-backed currencies).
That's
why lighting your humour-moistened sigil-currency with Holy Fire -
“charging your sigil” - results in a sticky electrical discharge
that's nearly as delicious and refreshing as what Natasha spells
backwards. Lick
your
sigil while you're at it, there's no sense in wasting good saliva.
More saliva donations to the Fire is more saliva donations to
Commodity Fetish Records.
Licking the sigil, just as well, serves to Mark it as yours; this is
termed “Homesteading by the Tongue”. You may recall this
property-claiming process from your youth. If you lick it, it becomes
not just yours, but a part of you, because it's covered in your
Flesh.
To
set your Spiritus-meshed
Mooney ablaze with Light, is to literally electrocute the
Money-Moon-Men inside of it, by the Thunder of Zeus! Again, just
like a credit card.
Once it's your property, you can do anything you want with it; trade
it away, burn it, eat it in order to gain its power, even destroy it
by selling it to the Fire.
These rituals - exposed to the open Air, and uniting Handwater with
Meat, Will, and Fury - alone ensure the Union of the four classical
elements Fire, Earth, Air, and Water. A voodoo monetary theory which
does not accept this Union as essential to the creation of value,
does not comprehend the true natural law of moonetary exchange. The
Union of Flesh with Spirit and Word, and Faith with Works, and Time
with Money and Moon, the same.
The
good people at Commodity Fetish Records believe in your True Value,
that it would be impossible
to calculate your value; that you are invaluable.
That's
why we're proud to offer a generous
commensurate sum of a whopping Zero®
Economic Units for your donations! (Disclaimer: We will
be testing your emissions for drugs. Just like your Boss, Cool Guy
SatanTM
takes only the purest, least adulterated samples.)
Once you've chosen which fluid or fluids you will apply to your
sigil – be it spit, sweat, urine, ass-milk, or handwater (that's
“blood” to the layman) – you will be prepared to transmute the
humours of your tumours from-within-out-onto the parchment.
But
prior
to applying Spiritus,
you must make your sigil manifest. Draw a simple design – this
could be anything; an assortment of lines and curves, a doodle, a
flag, a crest or coat of arms, an established magickal amulet or
talisman, really anything
– and think of it as a symbol or logo. Next, assign it a meaning,
and telekinetically imbue it with your intentions. Stop just short of
inflicting your Will upon it; save that for human beings.
With
your mind's eye, give the symbol a meaning that represents what you
wish to manifest; this could be a simple task with which you need
spiritual assistance, or as high-minded as your wildest hopes and
dreams. Visualize yourself surrendering what you lack, in order to
lose something negative, in order to make gains (say it with me...
Chris Gaines).
Simply put, let go of what is holding you back, so sayeth the
Emperor. This is how you make trades while staying out of both the
red and
the black; praise Eleggua, fuck Vegas.
Meditate
upon the symbol, and upon the meaning you have projected onto it. As
best you can, memorize the shape of what you have drawn. Release your
physical attachment to the document (now made Spirit-Flesh), while
simultaneously pretending to, and pretending not
to,
release spiritual
attachment.
Having prepared to let go of the sigil-currency – and, with it,
physical and symbolic parts of yourself – you may now feed your
Spirit-Flesh to the Fire (yourself or the document, there's really no
wrong choice here).
What
do I do for a living? It doesn't matter. What's important is that I
make money. Whatever
my job looks
like
it is, my real job is, ultimately, to make money. But all that aside,
what did I buy a shit-ton of when I got my first paycheck? Beads. Why
beads? “Why beads?”!? You know how many beads
the island of Manhattan would be worth today, if you accounted for
bead inflation?
Quadrillions!
So
fuck with a sigil. Draw a simple and make it symbol. Blow it up, and
charge it with spiritual fire, then push credit or debit, and you're
approved! Put a bead on it. Draw a bead on your sigil. Draw a bead of
sweat
onto your sigil. 'ell, draw a bead of cum,
no less. Cum On
A Sigil,
so sayeth Sri J.C. Meyers, may Her Name Echo into Eternity. I mean,
everybody's
doin' it!
Though
ye may say, “Well then, if everybody jumped off a cliff, would
you?” Hell yes
I would, there'd
be nobody to hang out with! Am I to waste away and wait for withered
Thanatos to portend his mulish, desiccating jowls thither and thence
across my visage? Forshook!
Though
cum be, too, fleeting - just like Time and Life (nay, yet also
Glamour, and National Geographic) – what is money without a little
bit of cum on it? The transitory, vagabond-like nature of cum, is –
like the Black Hole Son – a furnace of creation, albeit housed in
the River Nile, while the other is housed in the Ceiling (cielo).
Thus is the nature of the fiscal cliff, of God, and of currency.
And, yes, ass-beads ought to work just fine, as long as they're not
cleaned beforehand.
As
the usurpers must be killed with kindness, so shall all blood, sweat,
and tears (BST) be repaid in kind; whether to boss, landlord, or
humanoid cloud of pumice-colored plasmic cinder. Those who work us,
must work for
us;
especially if our lazy money refuses to. Just as every man shall be a
king, and each house his castle, so shall each person be a central
banker.
Literally
make it your job to make
money.
When it comes to counterfeiting operations, you've gotta spend money
to make money. The only difference in legitimacy is whose
money
you spend to get things started.
If this doesn't make sense, don't worry; it doesn't have to. What
matters is that you employ some sort of logical loop in your defense
of your currency of your choice. That you take the cum-glossed ghosts
made of spiritual electrical-fire which dance inside of your money,
and put them inside of a hamster wheel, that is shaped like that very
same logical loop, which is alone the source of value, it being also
shaped like a coin, and the impostor “number” zero.
This
is like Sesame
Street,
except the Count never leaves the screen.
And
this is what The Count hath taught us; for, just as money comes from
blood, blood comes from water, and water comes from the moon, if
Moon-Goddess is the source of all, then She is the source of Mooney,
Blood-Money, and Handwater alike. She alone May quell the perturbed
tempest of Draculistic Moonies wreaking havoc upon our quiet little town.
For
blood – not blockchain – is the real
Keeper of Record of transactions; that Ancient Historian, Holder of
Value, the RNA to the RZA to the GZA. The Declaration of Independence
might as well have been written and signed in blood,
considering how well-aware the revolutionaries were that they were
pledging their very lives and lifeblood to one-another, in defense of
each other's property. Then
how hard would it have been for Nicolas Cage to read?
Look
at it this way: No blood money, no blood oaths. No blood oaths, no
blood vigils.
No blood vigils,
no blood moons,
no blood supermoons...
But all this can be aided and betted with even the smallest donation.
After all, blood's value is high, stable, and robust; owing to the
need of it, and demand for it; for transfusions, research, etc..
Also,
blood can be easily transported. Shit, your body does it for
you.
Moreover, God knows how easily blood spreads. In fact, it's the only
currency that's accepted everywhere!
What do you think when you see blood? Exactly!; “Damn, the violence
in the world is something that I need to accept.”!
Blood:
It's everywhere you want to be!
Blood
is, also, 100% proof positive of eating. That
he who does not eat, neither shall he maketh bludd. And
what to blood cells look like? Little donuts! “What does it mean?”
Fuckin' you tell
me!
Most
importantly, as anarchist Bach Dorein attests, blood is “a bodily
fluid that carries all of your genetic material”, which enables
both parties to be identified if need be.
Furthermore,
each drop of blood, bead of sweat, or cummie (CUM), serves as an
easily divisible unit-share of the currency-stock BST, which is
basically a basket of similar human-resource-backed currencies,
grouped together so as to pool risk if one of them goes under. These
drops (or beads) are valued inversely
in proportion to the debt of the unique individual human being from
which it came (and which it “represents”, heh-heh-heh).
It's
like a blind trust, except what's being traded is being treated like
a currency more than like a stock, and it runs almost like a
cooperative model. What this means is that each
investor can easily own
– upon request of delivery, with postage paid by the recipient –
Pieces of You.
This enables each investor (remember, that includes you, at least
potentially) to have a 100% bona-fide record of the genetic material
of all parties to your contract.
This
“currency” (more accurately, a whole mode of exchange unto
itself) will allow a creditor to clone
his debtor, from his blood, and work
the clone until the debt has been paid back in full! At which point
the creditor is free to dispose of the clone at will, having created
it in the first place. You
cannot truly own what you do not create.
This is the mode of money management which is most in-keeping with
the lessons in the Lord's Prayer. Don't like it? Clone
yourself! Jesus
did. Remember? He made that sheep? I think he called it Salvador
Dolly.
According to Dorein, when “Loss of property, loss of bodily parts,
loss of life are all consequences”, in addition to loss of blood,
the “Mutual threat of extreme violence” will “maintain peace”,
and the “Mutual threat of death will keep everybody in line”, in
much the same manner in which the threat of mutually-assured
destruction seemed to help stave-off a nuclear exchange during the
Cold War.
That
blood money be our currency, and blood oaths be our Constitution. May
blood Serve as a check and a cheque; a contract on which its users
declare their independence from the trappings of mortality and the
tyranny of monocurrency.
Perhaps
blood's use as a sort of primordial blockchain could even be
augmented through genetic engineering! Wouldn't you like to fill your
pockets each morning with G.M.O. chimera-borg babies, whose parents
are everybody
who has ever used blood money!?
And
don't get me
started
on the possibility of trading blood
derivatives!
This
is the logos
you must embrace if your will is to make the world safe for
Chaos,
with
Chaos. For Chaos, like Zero, clears room for itself, and thus makes
all else (including the One) possible.
Just as 1 comes from nothingness, so too do the magick and the Muse
only visit the shaman in full force of fury as a novice. To
experience this is to know true passive magick; to be used as a mere
vessel for the Word.
So, as Timothy Leary famously said, "Induce trance states, patent yourself as a crypto-numerological
random number generator, and cash in."
Written Between January 13th and 16th, 2018
Edited on January 17th and March 14th, 2018
