Me, Bud, Hashish, and i
Decade or so ago, fancied something new. Did some research and set up a grow room. Several, in fact. Every 3 months a harvest. Like clockwork. Each space housed plants at various stages of growth. Mothers in isolation to avoid contamination from free floating pollen in the local air. Brixtox region, after all. Spent a little while having fun. Had so much i was giving it away to family and friends.
Now, the smell of sensi turns my gut. YuK!
Of course, offered, no refusal.
Hash though...
Gets boring too. Find having a break, from it and things in life, rewarding. Dislike patterns forming. Addictions, whatever. Hate a muddled mind. Entheogens, me would include hashiish, have proven effective in realising what me pursue.
Merely a battle, of cosmik proportion, of import to no fkr but me.
Yet, suffering an eye condition, hash lowers pressure on the optic nerve. So, for me, a medicine on numerous fronts. Tobacco, rare, mostly avoided.
The vehicle, this vessel, is, at the end of the day my temple. THEE temple!
There is NO other.
Prove me wrong!
Prove me right!
Let experience
Guide!
#Mu$iN
#$Kri₿₿lez
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Babalon. Sword-girt. Chalice raised.
*AL III:11*: "let blood flow to my name."
Atu XI: Lust, not Strength. Teth. Leo. Daughter of the Flaming Sword. Rides the Beast. Grail aflame. Ten sephiroth latent behind.
Parsons forged it: "two-edged sword of freedom... before her kings and priests will tremble."
Liberation? Yes — ego annihilation, abyss-crossing, universal heart.
Catch: three referents collapsed — goddess, office, woman. Men handed out the titles like medals while claiming to serve her.
Grey's *Red Goddess*. Hedenborg White's *Eloquent Blood*.
She frees. Who guards the scabbard?
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#BABALON
DaDa Live...
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# THE SPECIAL FORCES OF CHAOS™
*(Official Handbook for Chaos Commandos Behind Enemy Lines)*
## OPERATIONAL BRIEFING
**Classification:** Holy Nonsense // Top Secret // Probably Fake Anyway
**Clearance Required:** At Least One Laugh
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### SECTION 1: WHO ARE WE AND WHY IS EVERYTHING A JOKE?
Listen, mate. You think you're special because you did meditation app #472 and read *three* chapters of Crowley? Cute.
The real KaOZ operator doesn't announce themselves. They're the bloke at the pub who orders tea and then asks the barista about their *soul*. Everyone thinks he's mad. He's not. He's just finished mapping Sector Malkuth while you were arguing about cryptocurrency on Twitter.
Special Forces train for extraction. KaOZ operators train for *non-existence*. There's no helicopter waiting when you dissolve into pure signal.
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### SECTION 2: EQUIPMENT LIST (DON'T SPEND YOUR BENEFITS ON THIS)
| Gear | Purpose | Reality Check |
|------|---------|---------------|
| Ancient Ritual Geometry | Points north-ish | Also works as pizza cutter |
| Entheogens | Opens portals | Mostly opens diarrhea |
| Drumming | Syncs brainwaves | Neighbours call police |
| Breathwork | Calms nervous system | Just breathing, mate |
| Ketamine | Vaults doors | You'll dream about the fridge |
| Hashish | Lubricates insight | Sometimes lubricates couch stains |
**Total Cost:** £0.00 if you make your own. £3000 if you buy the course.
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### SECTION 3: COMMON ENEMY CONTACTS
**1. The Guru Who Bought His Initiation**
*"I reached the highest plane after three weekends and a payment plan."*
Response: *"Right. And I'm the Queen's secret twin."*
**2. The Order With A Dress Code**
*"You must wear robes, chant Latin, and submit Form 7B before touching the Tree."*
Response: *"Does the tree have Wi-Fi?"*
**3. The Algorithmic Wizard**
*"Download my consciousness expansion app! Only £9.99/month!"*
Response: *"Mate, I've got a £2.50 cup of tea that does more for my chakras."*
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### SECTION 4: SURVIVAL TIPS FROM LONG JOHN SILVER'S GHOST
> *"Ye'll lose yer leg, lad. But ye keep yer compass."*
1. **Dogma will bite you.** Dogma always bites you. It's trained to.
2. **If it requires a signature, it's a contract.** Not a path. A contract.
3. **The map isn't the territory.** Neither is GPS. Neither is Google Earth. Nothing is safe.
4. **You are not special.** Everyone thinks they're special. That's what makes them boring.
5. **Long John Silver lost a leg.** You'll lose worse. Probably your dignity first.
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### SECTION 5: WHEN DO YOU KNOW YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG?
- You start referring to yourself as "Frater Something-Something" unironically
- Your friends ask why you bought another tarot deck
- You catch yourself saying "as above, so below" during a bus argument
- You've forgotten what sunshine feels like because you're too busy staring at the middle pillar chart
- You argue about whether Lucifer is a metaphor while ignoring that Satan probably hasn't paid rent in three aeons
**STOP. BREATHE. TOUCH GRASS.**
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### FINAL TRANSMISSION
The hidden front isn't somewhere else. It's here. In the checkout queue at Tesco. Between the buses in Yeovil. While waiting for the kettle to boil.
The enemy? They don't know they're fighting either. Most are asleep. Some are angry. All are selling maps they haven't walked.
Build your own system. Burn it when it stops working. Build another one from the ashes. Keep the compass. Lose the rest.
**HAIL ERIS, YOU MAD COMMANDOS.** 🍎⚡️🌀
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*Disclaimer: This document may contain traces of truth. Read at your own risk. We accept no responsibility for dissolved souls, broken friendships, or sudden realisations about your mum.*
*Printed in Chapel Perilous by Order of the Sacred Congregation of Holy Absurdity*
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