Kontakion 1 – Invocation of the Monad
Divine Presence, True Progenitor, Sole Substance, we offer these sacred words to you. O Monad, that which permeates all with solemn silence, hear our utterances. The call of your disinherited offspring yearn to return to the Fullness.
Rejoice, those with clear sight and open ear, and cry out with righteous
perplexion.
Oikos 1
Rejoice, O joyless masses.
Rejoice, authors of entropy.
Rejoice, huddled hylics in your hysteric horror.
Rejoice, disciples of the Collapse.
Rejoice in the grips of control from which only death grants escape.
Kontakion 2 – We await destruction
The eschatologists of the ages have all prophetically pronounced that fate which they theorize awaits the inhuman race. Whether that be Capital’s consumption or civilization’s crumble, they claim to have a premonition of that which is imminent.
Rejoice, patient wanderers, in the sacred act of destruction.
Oikos 2
Rejoice, race of sapient creatures.
Rejoice, those who proclaim truth in their teachings.
Rejoice, sovereign observers of the coming eschaton.
Rejoice, those who seek refuge from the grips of unreality.
Rejoice in the realization of the Sacred Conspiracy.
Kontakion 3 – Automatons
The interface of the societies in which we inhabit are no longer intentional acts. The egregore of the meatspace, those gods of our own creation, have become their own agents, autonomous systems, acting as catalysts of acceleration to the End of Time.
Oikos 3
Rejoice, unwitting stewards of technocapital.
Rejoice, architects of alienation.
Rejoice, raising praises to the Collapse.
Rejoice, exhaling strained eulogies for those crushed by the yoke of
oppression.
Rejoice in the Archonic automatons which our promethean species has constructed for their gain, but render sustenance only to those who hold the keys.
Kontakion 4 – Poison in the water
The ones who hold the keys find great pleasure in their willful ignorance. They know their untold fortunes were ill-gotten and pernicious to the very people who they enslave under the yoke of poisoned abundance. The very world they reap resources from will be their undoing. They are Samael’s servants, serving the Blind Idiot God who created the Materia for the sake of power and rulership.
Oikos 4
Rejoice, slaves to the wicked rulers of Capital.
Rejoice, those who partake of the deadly waters, not by desire but out of
necessity.
Rejoice, those who give their life in forced servitude but never received more than subsistence.
Rejoice, those who perish because of the moneyed class and their blind
ignorance.
Rejoice in the reversal of fate itself upon the destructive and malign servants of the God of the Blind.
To be continued.
Aidan Demiourgos is an amateur philosopher, ecstatic mystic, and unwitting poet. Currently, they are studying the writings of Georges Bataille and mystica-via-sacrificium (mysticism by sacrifice). Their main focus in writing is on gnosticism, post-structuralism, fortean Marxism, and accelerationism. Aidan can be found on social media at @fake.acephale on Instagram and @DeadTriumvirate on Twitter.