Khytra Vuulghis .367

I so rarely write in meters anymore, but don't get it twisted--that's how my writing originally took form. From metrics that almost forced a certain syncopation to full-length narratives that unleashed a slightly more technical, intricate rhythm.

It's only missing that guy on the couch sleeping thru DJs spinning DnB behind a few thousand watts and the ubiquitous extravaganja--a stench that pervaded all hours of the morn, afternu, and eve.

This is how the Orthodox Chaoist saddles a hedge and walks a tightrope between Zeepotheosis and Zeenemesis, but the actual difference is only in their expressions and approaches. Such a binary ruse has plagued humankind since the Paleolithic. Maybe ZZ can begin to undo the inane LHP/RHP fuckery, rn.

There are seldom times we even consider showing pics of ourselves, but we like how the eyeliner came out in this one. We feel pretty 😍 which is also highly unusual.

Not really fond of the choice of wording nor even the spelling of "cyber," which we typically render as "psyber" as innernewt biz is typically neuromantic as an activity, entity, or resource. We have others, even some that use our adaptation of the ToL in Liber Nox that we use as a GoN ToL/ToD.

Whatever lie at the indivisible center of Chaos, being pulled in every direction, has at its center an apex for all forms of mass-energy to stall in an inert, gaseous drift that wafts past our dreamy goals and our dreary ghouls at the same velocity. Out of grasp and as vapor through our fingers.

Thozo Pith

The Air BnB lady trying to tidy up and sheepishly asking why there's a girl handcuffed to the bed post wearing a zipped-up gimp mask. "She seems to be having trouble breathing, sir" She's fine. We're paid up til the 21st, ma'am. "It's the 26th, sir." Oh.. well just charge my card til the 30th.

Z(enseider)Z—where mythic mischief and malefic mirth of monosyllabic memery meets miscellaneous modular mutineering made for monkey-minded mutants, mawkish mirrormantic meektweens, maenedic monists of moizm, and the matrilineal moonbeams of mitochondrial menses.

I'ma tell other people's kids, this was the first Z(enseider)Z initiation. The tame parts of it, anyway.

Gypsy Moth nest (rare for these parts) c. 2021

Collage c. 2020-2022

Moms is so rad.

Improved sigil for the Numeric Egregore of Zero
(Vacuous Parenthetical kNOw Thing)
GoN: Synchronicity = 0 / Will = 0
Mantra: ERZ IGTH UF N'MO
Example Godforms: Baphomet, Pan, Odin, Tiamat, Ptah, Eris, Ghatanotha, Babalon, Lilith, and Ishtar

Death & Hell = 93 = Theosis = Invokes = Thyself
93 = Master's = Message = Qabala Key = Unlocked = A Bad Dream

93 = Demolish = Being = Affirm = Gender = Illusion = Fearless
93 = Let Go Now = Divest = Granted = Show and Tell = Atavist

[NAEQ]

zenseiderz.org/gon/calc.html

Truth in adviriitizing

Unicursal Octogram Tarot Spread A Circuit of Resolve and Reversal

Something we devised many moons ago, but only recently perfected into a formal spread. We've been using this style for years, but assumed it would be an easy spread for people to learn. It boils down to three rows of three cards like a basic Lo-Shu grid or the Kameas of Saturn.

Just wanted to show off our AI gens of our Supreme Mother Goddess. All that we really asked for was African (ardipithecus), ganja, and bees. This AI that was WAY too expensive rendered these. We're still very happy with these!

The Blood-Clot in the Bandwidth How Z(enseider)Z Hijacked the Ichorstream: Pleasure, Piracy, and Post-Simulation Magick

zenseiderz.substack.com/p/the-blood-...

After all, the real point of so-called enlightenment is to lighten up. We take things so seriously and stress ourselves to the bone. Instead, we might try to elevate our taxonomies by leveraging our worth through hard-won skillsets, reliability, and innovative devilry that would confound a ninja.

Orb-weaver spider sitting in the midle of their web

Brown Widow spinning their food so spritely

Z(enseider)'s syllabi of chaosorcery, chemoshamanry, and virtual magick summons one's False Fate to survive eGO-Death, cross a black abyss, quest for a cup to go, philosophize stoned, RecapPITulate, and IndiviDUATe.

Orb-Weaver in swamps outside Savannah
Brown Widow minutes from Atlantic City.

They say the clothes make the person. Well, yours were made by yourself, so you both coalesce and embody that accurate cliche of garment enchantment you're adorning, but the outfit is in no way wearing you. I think you get the gist of that, if not more than the gist, due to my knowledge of you.

Oooh, yeah. Once that bass dropped and the full range of the track could be ascertained, I was hooked—like Portishead meets Rasputina, with a bit of Sona Eact thrown in for good measure. A most excellent find, my sister!

Kaleidoscopic swans in a grotesque configuration. Blood seems to flood from the rear wall, and our ZENSEIDERZ logo stands tall between mangled wings. The whole image is cubic, denoting four walls of ice.

Don't believe in magick, eh?
they say, "Co-incidence for certain!"
Coming times upon the rise,
our eyes won't pry behind the curtain

Opening of the gate
that most tightly guarded box of fate
Trials in the sand
of an unassuming slant
endorphins on-demand
that only pain permits to deliver

The layer beneath looks like a stylized red heart with two arrows protruding from the bottom. The layer above Is a gray outline of an infinity symbol drawn by three arrows on the upper side and three arrows on the downside. They blend nicely together and symbolize the eternal struggle for infinite compassion.

hold ya breath
consume unique
let it melt
resume belief

errors felt
who's left to scheme?
a hunters belt
dwarfed stars redeme

take an oath
if just to self
exist alone
elude the spell
noise controls
creates its hell
all senses doomed
to lie and sell

An eight-pointed star was drawn unusually, like a 3-D symbol. It is made of rusted metal with rivets protruding. There is a fizzle of energy near the center extending out into lightning crackling from out of the nucleus where the fabric of the symbols begins to twist and twinge.

Another AI take on our Rusted Khaostar. Where the radiance of our bond shines through our efforts for the Disorder, but tell me, please, what have you done for the Disorder?

This is a track that sampled the movie for Orwell's 1984 zenseiderz.bandcamp.com/track/and-th...

A post-America built on 'values' such as hatred for and violence towards people based on their appearance, religion, race, sexual preference, gender identity, or some other marginalizing factor altogether. These fucking people will hate you just for breathing!

The non-Zee meme aliens amount to more anti-ATWA, pro-MAGA, former-Tea Party demonstrators turned Insurrectionist J-6thers. Witless greyface reprobates bent on a segregated White-is-Right America that even the anglophilic pre-American Freemason forefathers couldn't have conceived of.