From the efficacy of zodiacal astrology to so-called “synchronicities,” there is considerable evidence to suggest that we are inside some kind of programmable information processing system – a computational cosmos that materializes from out of the relationship between chaos, logos, and psyche. To call it a “simulacrum” may be somewhat inaccurate insofar as it makes implicit and unjustified ontological claims about an ‘objective Reality’ that does not exist.
We are probably not living “on a planet” at all – in anything like the sense that people have customarily interpreted that since Copernicus and Galileo. The “reality” of our situation is much more like some cross between Videodrome and Dark City. Or, if we do live on a planet, that planet is not Earth. It is Solaris.
There is no earth. Only fire.
— Jason Reza Jorjani, Satanaeon
Images: Patrick Woodroffe, 1970s-80s
We are probably not living “on a planet” at all – in anything like the sense that people have customarily interpreted that since Copernicus and Galileo. The “reality” of our situation is much more like some cross between Videodrome and Dark City. Or, if we do live on a planet, that planet is not Earth. It is Solaris.
There is no earth. Only fire.
— Jason Reza Jorjani, Satanaeon
Images: Patrick Woodroffe, 1970s-80s
In the context of Simulation Theory, the ontology of my life as a time traveler made a lot more sense. I had not run into potential time travel paradoxes such as the Grandfather Paradox because I was not really a time traveler in some ill-conceived “physical” sense. Rather, with the cosmos as such and as a whole being always only a virtual system of information processing, what I was doing was resetting various “games” that were ongoing within the context of this quantum computational system. Computer games can be saved in such a way that it is possible to return to a previous state of play, and then replay the game forwards in another way. What I was arguing is that our cosmos works in the same way.
— Jason Reza Jorjani, Psychotron
Images: from The Witch's Cradle, directed by Maya Deren, 1944
— Jason Reza Jorjani, Psychotron
Images: from The Witch's Cradle, directed by Maya Deren, 1944
Forwarded from Occult of Personality
"On this day, 17 February 1600, the flames of ignorance consumed the flesh of Giordano Bruno. An Italian philosopher, poet, alchemist, astrologer, cosmological seer, and esoteric adept, Bruno dared to unveil truths hidden beneath the dogma of his age. He gazed into the great cosmic forge and saw a universe without end—an infinity of suns, each orbited by worlds teeming with potential life. He spoke the heretical wisdom that the Earth, too, was but one wandering star within this vast celestial dance. For unveiling these secrets of the macrocosm and refusing to bow before the leaden weight of orthodoxy, he was delivered unto the pyre.
"For eight long years, Bruno endured the crucible of the Inquisition, his body imprisoned but his mind traversing higher spheres. He was accused not only of cosmological blasphemies but of delving into ancient mysteries—the cross, he declared, was but the echo of the Egyptian ankh, symbol of the life force. He whispered that the stars were as gods, and the planets their children, bearing the seeds of consciousness across the firmament. Threatened with death unless he recanted, Bruno stood unyielding. To his judges, he uttered the immortal words: “Perchance your fear in passing judgment on me is greater than mine in receiving it.”
"Upon the morning of his death, in the Campo de' Fiori—the Field of Flowers—Bruno was bound to the wooden axis mundi, the stake encircled by kindling. As fire coiled around him, he turned his face from the crucifix, rejecting the binding symbols of a faith that had shackled his vision. It is said he proclaimed himself a willing martyr, his soul rising with the smoke to the celestial realms. Before his death, he forged his own epitaph—a final decree—that he preferred a noble death to a life lived in fear. Today, upon the very ground where his mortal vessel was reduced to ash, a statue stands—a silent hierophant—bearing witness to the triumph of spirit over the chains of ignorance."
"For eight long years, Bruno endured the crucible of the Inquisition, his body imprisoned but his mind traversing higher spheres. He was accused not only of cosmological blasphemies but of delving into ancient mysteries—the cross, he declared, was but the echo of the Egyptian ankh, symbol of the life force. He whispered that the stars were as gods, and the planets their children, bearing the seeds of consciousness across the firmament. Threatened with death unless he recanted, Bruno stood unyielding. To his judges, he uttered the immortal words: “Perchance your fear in passing judgment on me is greater than mine in receiving it.”
"Upon the morning of his death, in the Campo de' Fiori—the Field of Flowers—Bruno was bound to the wooden axis mundi, the stake encircled by kindling. As fire coiled around him, he turned his face from the crucifix, rejecting the binding symbols of a faith that had shackled his vision. It is said he proclaimed himself a willing martyr, his soul rising with the smoke to the celestial realms. Before his death, he forged his own epitaph—a final decree—that he preferred a noble death to a life lived in fear. Today, upon the very ground where his mortal vessel was reduced to ash, a statue stands—a silent hierophant—bearing witness to the triumph of spirit over the chains of ignorance."
The Metapolemos is coming... The Uberkampf, the Abarnabard. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1BAOC5V9e4
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Anvil of Crom - Basil Poledouris cover on metal guitar.
This is a cover of the main theme to the 1982 movie Conan The Barbarian "Anvil of Crom" composed by Basil Poledouris. Arranged and performed on guitar and bass and additional programming and keyboards backing track.