Viva Lux
Plugging into the Arachno-Ophidian neural net qlippothic consciousness- http://www.parareligion.ch/ninth.htm
Part 2- Everything you received you received when you needed it
Before N’kai there is K'n-yan. In fact there were many layers before N’Kai and in here I will tell you of this one. Each layer was connected, on multiple levels and in multiple senses with one another and not in every way that made sense. When the seal of the grave was broken sense was abandoned. Here you had to go by will and wits alone for nothing prepared you. You were in a place where there was no point of reference you could use from anywhere else but there to apprehend it.
I had lost all sense of time and came to a lit door with an unreadable tag above it. Not knowing or caring what it said I went in.
I saw a glowing blue pool of water filled with what looked like albino Indians, and one from back said to me, "I want to be seen in that shiny web that makes connections in air. Very sticky indeed.” As I approached the others quickly left leaving me with the one who spoke. As I approached I realized he wasn’t using his mouth to speak.
From the glowing blue pool I walked with him down a spiral walkway that seemed not unlike the insides of giant sea shell. My bones hummed as we passed through this area, and into a cavern, during the process of which I was over whelmed with a smell both revolting and sexually arousing, as if into some gigantic diseased frothing vagina dentata.
Towards the depth of dread N’Kai, dream spurn, my mind reside, onward through this unexpected K’N-Yan. Milky sap drips from the ceiling here, and residue was crusted over the idiot grin and rotten black gums of my telepathic guide. Bat wings had been sown into his temples and obsidian tube placed in his throat so that any sound that did some from it was like that of a croaking frog. This was Kerzor, Priest of Tsathoggua, lord of this tier on the path to N’Kai known as K’N-Yan.
It is difficult to describe this place for while Kerzor and his people may have been human once, millennia in these depth have made these albino Indians into something away from typical human genetic trajectory as to be something singular unto themselves.
K’N-Yan wasn’t a city in any sense that we would understand it. Nor could I call it a hive like an insect would make, for insects are creators of pure geometric order. It was an endless assault of cracks, crevasses, pits, stairwells, elevators, huge chambers and tunnels seemingly without one bit of order of coherence. One minute the walls looked like decayed advanced machinery, and in another smooth rock. One moment the walls seemed fleshy and another they gave way to spider webbing.
I could see what I assumed was a family having a meal of bowls of fungus and cavern milk with in a chamber that they clearly lived in, but seemed like it was originally a cross between a holy shrine and the command deck of space ship. I asked Kerzor about this place in return I received a sort of replay of a series of images that somehow I knew intuitively had been passed on over the ages through the generations of people here, a type of telepathic memory loop. But clearly Kerzor and his people while seeing the past did not understand it. In the image I saw people living in the vastness of a crashed spaceship and the distortion of a multidimensional engine that took over the caverns as it caused them to collapse, but not just collapse but warp. My God! This place was a knot work of over lapping multiple worlds and that it also led into multiple worlds. Seemingly insane as their culture was I know knew why they never needed the surface, this place led to other worlds where they could get everything they needed. Then I also knew that these people were not alone in K’N-Yan.
In another area I saw a young girl with solid black eyes sucking off an old man who looked like he was having a seizure while she did. Clearly startled, Kerzor grabbed my shoulder and said, “The Were-Spiders need Orgone in their diet”. Finishing, the spider girl wiped her mouth and grinned at me. I must admit there was a certain purely physical quality of power and force to her that the Kerzor’s people lacked that I found admirable. Despite looking mostly like a girl I could tell this was a wild beast. Kerzor pet her head and let out a load billowing croak from his mutilated throat. She bowed to him and stuck out her hand to me. I took it, and while it looked like a human hand I could feel fibers and textures I could not see on it. Looking at me dead in the eye she said, “Kerzor says you seek to go to N’Kai. No human may get to N’Kai and no human may stand before our lord Tsathoggua. I will infect you with the poison of my womb and through it you will die and be reborn so you may go lower still.”
What can I say? I did not come this far to not go all the way. Fuck my humanity.
Plugging into the Arachno-Ophidian neural net qlippothic consciousness- http://www.parareligion.ch/ninth.htm
Part 2- Everything you received you received when you needed it
Before N’kai there is K'n-yan. In fact there were many layers before N’Kai and in here I will tell you of this one. Each layer was connected, on multiple levels and in multiple senses with one another and not in every way that made sense. When the seal of the grave was broken sense was abandoned. Here you had to go by will and wits alone for nothing prepared you. You were in a place where there was no point of reference you could use from anywhere else but there to apprehend it.
I had lost all sense of time and came to a lit door with an unreadable tag above it. Not knowing or caring what it said I went in.
I saw a glowing blue pool of water filled with what looked like albino Indians, and one from back said to me, "I want to be seen in that shiny web that makes connections in air. Very sticky indeed.” As I approached the others quickly left leaving me with the one who spoke. As I approached I realized he wasn’t using his mouth to speak.
From the glowing blue pool I walked with him down a spiral walkway that seemed not unlike the insides of giant sea shell. My bones hummed as we passed through this area, and into a cavern, during the process of which I was over whelmed with a smell both revolting and sexually arousing, as if into some gigantic diseased frothing vagina dentata.
Towards the depth of dread N’Kai, dream spurn, my mind reside, onward through this unexpected K’N-Yan. Milky sap drips from the ceiling here, and residue was crusted over the idiot grin and rotten black gums of my telepathic guide. Bat wings had been sown into his temples and obsidian tube placed in his throat so that any sound that did some from it was like that of a croaking frog. This was Kerzor, Priest of Tsathoggua, lord of this tier on the path to N’Kai known as K’N-Yan.
It is difficult to describe this place for while Kerzor and his people may have been human once, millennia in these depth have made these albino Indians into something away from typical human genetic trajectory as to be something singular unto themselves.
K’N-Yan wasn’t a city in any sense that we would understand it. Nor could I call it a hive like an insect would make, for insects are creators of pure geometric order. It was an endless assault of cracks, crevasses, pits, stairwells, elevators, huge chambers and tunnels seemingly without one bit of order of coherence. One minute the walls looked like decayed advanced machinery, and in another smooth rock. One moment the walls seemed fleshy and another they gave way to spider webbing.
I could see what I assumed was a family having a meal of bowls of fungus and cavern milk with in a chamber that they clearly lived in, but seemed like it was originally a cross between a holy shrine and the command deck of space ship. I asked Kerzor about this place in return I received a sort of replay of a series of images that somehow I knew intuitively had been passed on over the ages through the generations of people here, a type of telepathic memory loop. But clearly Kerzor and his people while seeing the past did not understand it. In the image I saw people living in the vastness of a crashed spaceship and the distortion of a multidimensional engine that took over the caverns as it caused them to collapse, but not just collapse but warp. My God! This place was a knot work of over lapping multiple worlds and that it also led into multiple worlds. Seemingly insane as their culture was I know knew why they never needed the surface, this place led to other worlds where they could get everything they needed. Then I also knew that these people were not alone in K’N-Yan.
In another area I saw a young girl with solid black eyes sucking off an old man who looked like he was having a seizure while she did. Clearly startled, Kerzor grabbed my shoulder and said, “The Were-Spiders need Orgone in their diet”. Finishing, the spider girl wiped her mouth and grinned at me. I must admit there was a certain purely physical quality of power and force to her that the Kerzor’s people lacked that I found admirable. Despite looking mostly like a girl I could tell this was a wild beast. Kerzor pet her head and let out a load billowing croak from his mutilated throat. She bowed to him and stuck out her hand to me. I took it, and while it looked like a human hand I could feel fibers and textures I could not see on it. Looking at me dead in the eye she said, “Kerzor says you seek to go to N’Kai. No human may get to N’Kai and no human may stand before our lord Tsathoggua. I will infect you with the poison of my womb and through it you will die and be reborn so you may go lower still.”
What can I say? I did not come this far to not go all the way. Fuck my humanity.