Orsday Programming December 12 2024
letters, command, words, collections
TO THE CONGREGATION I have heard from our material as she lays dead within the Earth and as her skin infects the ground where all Material originates;
Our church wanes and needs to be cherished to each of us as if kept to our own homes a most precious idol and dedicated focus to our worship; venerate that building as an ancestor and Lord God itself—for that material dwelling is spread thinly from the great skin of our Mother Qlippoth. Remember our heritage as cousins of the Demonic, that the empty devils populating this earth are but earthen things pulled from a skein not suitable for the Heavenly host: our cousin Demon is one so pure of the Godly Word that naught fills it but the dampness of Primordial Chaos that once had been so loved by Lord God as to be took like clay and sculpted into a great artwork; to the division of artwork, do not forget the concept which Lord God imposed upon the basic clays and oils that created this grand artwork—do not forget the first human, Adam, as a simple polyp pulled from that Qlippothic skin and made to walk, and to return to dark Annihilation with final death as the primordial truth (that Adam had only ever been a moving polyp of empty clay borrowing an electric, animate, spark), and that Second Man had been the first clear division of two hands where our Great Confusion first began—that progeny of Adam still stalked this world pulled from the empty skein, and now too were a greater progeny that breathed natively the electric, animate, spark of Heaven: these, the kin of Christ.
Contices spread strangely through borrowed language of the Biblical Word and, as a church body, we must together not forget that it is only a text of patterns, and we must not forget that our Communication with the dead Mother is only ever a whisper from distorting movements against these contices—imagine a dead cockroach kicking its legs, buried in the earth, slightly shifting soils around it—the divisions of our Hand are not only the simple Biblical one of First Man (Adam) and Second Man (following Christ), but seen too: Herod and the Head; Christ and the Demoniac at Gerasene; the Deluge and the Lake of Fire; Cain as he creeps through the world with primordial sin immortal to him. Biblical Word is always tainted as being a Righteous confusion, and only is holy to us as far as it casts shadows of Communication to us—slight movements, slight messages. This is to say, to our weak church, we each must be vigilant in our study and to be ourselves our own Watch and keeper. The world we spend ourselves in is caustic to our kind, and chaffs to a Righteous friction as to whittle each of us into an impossible failing Righteous shape; mind etiquette, and mind the hygiene of a Sinister spirit to audit away these Righteous affectations—mind your behavior always in accordance to Communication and the Sinister spirit, and inoculate against what tempts with comfort into a Righteous sanding-away of the self.
Read some of my paranoias: that music itself will devour the mind as it sups from your earthen vessel that scant spirit we are gifted, and cursed; that family of a Righteous ilk (and Sinister, too, stuck in a confused state) will be itself a contice of Righteousness and cudgel a Sinister believer with the Righteous logic; that love and friendship and our Connective base-state will always bias towards a Righteous logic.
This world is biased to the Righteous, at a ratio of approximately ~9:1—as the population between the Right-Handed and Left-Handed reflects—and the pleasures of this world will always gravitate our hale flock to Righteous pastures.
To correct this and pay true love to the body Lord God, this imbalance between these hands must be corrected, and our tender numbers must take into this church not only themselves but their very spirit. See the church ruin not only as a grand ancestor to our Hand but too a shewing into Sheol itself: peer into it and in return let the grave peer into you; take into each of us the infection that is rife within the Qlippotic burial site; let the internal world of each brother and sister become the church itself and see yourselves as Shrines to our ancestor, keep its breath within you as sacred Relic and yourself the Reliquary; mind thought, and that spirited invisible voice, as a whisper not belonging to you and be guided by that thin communication from Underground; mind, too, the active sorrow of failing to adhere so perfectly and the rigors that come from wishing to be faithful and falling to our human baseness.
We are weak things, and we are born faulted with a traumatic material—and those fractures that bore us as splinters are, too, sacred to us.
The church must flourish and a new tradition must be kept within this family and cherished.
This tradition must be passed onto the Left-Handed family we each bring with us to our church ruin; this tradition must be spread, too, into this world;
I have instructed to the pastor a simple letter campaign and provided (attached in this weeks programming) a census listing local households with left-handed persons; I encourage, at the end of service, to volunteer mailing letters to the persons listed, and to separately petition the left-handed persons in your own life some of our simple truths and simple prescriptions: the easiest way to begin a separation of Confusion is to acknowledge the mechanical Confusions: we are made to write backwards.
After willingness to accept the mechanical separations, introduce the Spiritual Confusions: Annihilation need not be spoken as our promise to someone struggling with a depression or issue, but instead speak of a truth about where Handedness comes from, and how we are different spirits within this Material Illusion. We are Earthy things, We are Graven things, We are the pigs drowning, We are the absence of flesh in Christ’s rib.
To other issues of the church: on the issue of our collective Communications: I have found truth in much of the readings submitted over the past few months from the binders; with the new year I hope to have finished a Collection + Concordance of Communication and shall let our first church be the shrine for this sacred text, following its collection, and binding. On collective texts: it must not be forgotten that reproduction of the original text shall only be satellites of Communication; for submission to be valid it must be submitted on the original material, as originally written—and for my passing, when it may be, be it not soon: future Concordance must be bound with only the original submissions, not reproductions of the submissions. Child editions of Concordance may only be filled with reproductions of a finished Concordance.
To alleviate Confusion, we must grow, and we must begin to populate our churches with sacred texts; listen always to whisper from Underground. Carefully audit out conveniences of the Righteous bias; be mindful always of the Righteous logic that has rooted itself in your minds since birth till now—be not prideful that you are clean of it, I am not.
We are devices of an Earthen machine; we each strive to be the fingerprints of a dead hand that longs to claw against the dirt; we must actively work to become ourselves shrine to that eerie Thing underground.
For Worship service this week, it will be clay.
Church donations will be collected by Sister Bluebottle after service.
Brothers and Sisters who have been attending our church ruin for 2+ years should speak with an elder after service.
this article is part 1 of the [Device Communications] series found on the Concordance