THE CHELSEA WORKING, Domus Kaotica; KHAOS, 156/663 Class F 07-17-2007, 07-18-2007

FOREWORD "...When the seizures first started, it was fairly bad, but localized to the right side of my stomach, but still bad enough that had I not been where I was (mentally) I probably would've aborted and gone to the hospital... it started just after I began chanting. (the four word mantra)..and it felt like someone (thing?) was trying to slip inside me from that point, like some oddly designed bit of clothing. If you'll allow a bit of synesthetic comparison; my body was a black void (Not to say I didn't exist, more to say that everything that was NOT me was so contrasted as to give that effect...but not to entirely dismiss the previous either.) And the thing that was trying to "wear me" had a sensation of silver smoke (as far as the smoke comparison; it's an expression here of inconsistency, whilst still being consistent enough to get vague forms, much like incense smoke) I got the impression of a very badly proportioned arm and hand, that was very thin, very long, and rather rubbery. All with the silver sensation (against the black). Eventually, I got tired of it (both the silver and the seizures) and stopped the chant in favor of another recitation of the invocation; I got a distinct impression of hesitation, got paranoid, and expelled it. The seizures didn't stop entirely, and I became aware of several amber (still talking about sensations) points around my abdomen as a whole. things get vague here..." -Damien Horizonstar (Memories of the Invocation) On this night [July the 17th] and into the early morning, four Self-Initiates of Khaos performed an Invocation together stretching across the USA, which resulted in bizarre visions, feelings of a great presence, strange mind-locations, and the transcription of a random & psychedelic Prophecy which was captured on tape during a heavy thunder storm, on the roof of the Chelsea Hotel in Manhattan, NYC. The text, now found at the end of Occultus Conturbo, is known to produce a trance-state in the reader, sometimes bringing glossolalia, and contains cryptic messages of Life, Death, Birth, and Evolution. While reciting these messages [Frater Alysyrose] was as inebriated as inebriated can be -- and the memory of the entire thing has all but faded completely. [I] was being worn, like a mask, on top the surface of something great and profound which had bellowed forth from the constant rain and cracking thunder surrounding the building, and it was speaking through [me] -- looking over the edge and into the waters had brought feelings that a dire change was taking place, and that the world as we know it would soon end, giving rise to something new and alien. Whether this was to be the physical world, or the collective mental world of ideas, or both, is left up to the self to determine. Although we had all felt a tremor occur in our lives by result, it is also of interest to note that on the day after the working (July 19th) there were 216 earthquakes detected throughout the world. Whatever the case, something New was called in that night, and it demands a radically different way of thinking -- thee human psyche in all directions must stretch outwards & inwards, through itself & into uncharted space. This could perhaps be called our Great Work. The depths and the heights of all existence must be now taken as parts of what they really are, and thereby, a fire is begun in our lives. A new reality has formed. Here then is the account of that event.

THE CHELSEA WORKING The following was transcribed from a cassette tape recorded on the night of Tuesday, July 17th, 2007, and the morning of Wednesday, the 18th, on top the roof of the Hotel Chelsea in Manhattan, NYC. Frater Alysyrose, upon sacrament of DMT [smoked] and LSD [blotter], performed an Invocation of Khaos lasting five hours. On this night, there were also invocations in Maryland, Texas, and California. The connection of these locations across the United States formed the reverse triangle, the thunderbolt aspect of the pentagram. (Tape turned on when walking up stairs, dialogues skipped. When on roof, dialogue from J, C, and S skipped. While on roof, a small covering is set up for the recorder because of rain, and is put right to the right side of altar.) 10 PM- (Roof - J is stationed as door guard, and I have two other "sitters" with one checking the recording every now and then to make sure it’s working and hasn’t run out of time) (Altar set up, DMT is taken, meditation for one hour during which the tape was turned off, until I signal the invocation of Khaos) (during the invocation is heavy wind, though the dialogue follows that listed in Occultus Conturbo, with an added enochian call soon after) IA KHAOS! IA DOOMBRINGER! (spoken at triangle in front until it starts to rain and thunder heavily) (3 tabs of LSD are taken) (Alysyrose enters the triangle drawn with lipstick where Khaos has been called) (15 minutes of silence) Notes: The numbering had been recently applied in order to better attain correspondence. The beginning of spoken word, “IA KHAOS! IA DOOMBRINGER!” had once been counted as the first two lines, thus making “Green fog without ocean” line 17, which one [She Demon Wolf] had associated with the comet Holmes 17, which let out a green gas as it passed the earth. Whichever system you prefer, the actual beginning of the prophecy is now widely thought to begin with “here is the egg.” 1. Here is the egg. 2. The evolution is black. 3. The mother is the father is the mother. 4. No one will see this. 5. I’m being strung up the mountain…tearing the arms apart. Very painful. 6. The way towards foundation is riddled with green snakes. They’re in the cracks. Be careful when you start laying down stones. They’re not poisonous I just don’t want them killed. This plan is nestled on top of very old territory. 7. This image before me (sigil of doombringer) was once of fire. It is now drowned by rain. In its own death, comes his birth. (heavy thunder, 15 minute wait)

8. The eyes of apes within the trees are astonished to find one of their own walking upright, and in his hand, which is not of their (home? Bone?) (Cannot make out the rest because of wind blowing into recorder) 9. The fruit contains sugar for us. The plant consciousness was the first! Behold and explain the flesh of the apple. 10. Yes, things were hidden behind stories in that time. Know that all answers, and the answers, are within us already. 11. These spirits, the very spirit, and kia, were once alive in their own world. They had entered the land of Death, and this land of carbon and matter is the land of death to them. This gives us life, and when we must die, there is also life. 12. The other cannot be seen nor detected from either side. This sustains balance. The heart is a cheater. 13. This child is screaming now, and no hand shall touch him, and his cord will not be cut, for on the other end you will find the beginning of all things. 14. Split wood upon wood, create a single thing divided (wind interruption) a mark in the base created by nothing, the chopping ax, represents all things that were and what is coming. 15. A capsized ship in the sky, and green fog without ocean, the depths of height. The abyss is always above us. 16. The multitude of things, category and generation, is below. Both are known, and forever hidden, to an extent. (heavy thunder) 17. What? The key is offered freely. This divide cannot be overcome, or known, and always seen. Nothing is of two things. One is genuine void, the other is void observed, now tainted by the truth of lie, the infinite imagination. The lie which is placed upon nothing by the observer is infinite, and can be anything, and all things. There is still that which remains nothing, and even greater now in the duality of thought, poised against the generated infinite, birthed by thought and observation. This is our fault. The injection of will into this nothing is the magic word. And like magnets, set up against each other, a spark ignites the sky. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. One must create a body for this explanation, and develop an old way anew. The prophecy is now. They will teach creation to the world addicted to apathy. Here appears a beast in the mind that suddenly bursts all dams, as a mad rogue elephant out 22. from the jungle into the world of man. We will be everywhere at the same time.

23. Nonsense stream of genetic codeine. Chromosome junkies. The legendary burnout. Christ within the syringe. Shower of Babel, each drop of concentrated endorphin. Now intoxicated by steaming pores and thought itself is narcotic.

24.

A psychic gift to the electric rod.

(Falls to a whisper, cannot make out) (20 minutes of half-spoken mumbled words) 25. 26. After red, after blue, after black, there is white. Why am I here?

(long silence) 27. 28. 29. A chilling kill, and not so much empty, though full of life, as he bleeds to death. I myself am empty. My chest became empty… so fucking empty. Nothing is here.

(long silence) 30. Please impart.

(long silence) 31. Everything must be new. Everyone is new. 32. SPEAK NOW! HOWL AT THE MAIN DOORS! THE TURNING SHOT LAID IN BONE AND MUSCLE! REND AND SPEAK THE VOICE OF PAIN! YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN EVERYTHING! 34. There is no way but light, there is no time but now. 35. He comes on his sailboat, the man who loves all life, and spends some time with me in my house, getting drunk and throwing parties with pretty girls. There are no ordinary moments; there is absolutely nothing to worry about. 36. 37. 38. 39. spices. 40. desire. 41. Deph’eth Bek’eth Nix’eth is a charm in this fashion, the X being silent. May you ride the storm through the fortune of the world. I set sail with him after some time in the world of man, going nowhere in particular. We eat from the mother below, of anything we see, and burn up many creatures with salts and We come to land for drink and pleasure, sticky eastern ganja, and the exotic things our hearts We talk of philosophy, of the world, and of magic.

42. After a three years voyage into nowhere, we return with a great story, and soon the entire world is forever changed. 43. Here then, he decides, with his life being led always in the name of pleasure, he heads to Utah, to work with oil in danger and hardship, and metal, and the flats and depths of the earth, in the population of Mormons, and no alcohol is found to his liking. A great pain at this point, he says, gives his life the greatest pleasure it has ever known. 44. He returns rich, with a great love and unbreakable will. 45. Chaos provides, he says.

(long silence, storm is fading into distance) 46. The future is three turns, which share aspects with one another.

47. 48.

Success follows in turn. So spake the prophet. There is the Method, the Device, and the Object.

49. There will be a fervor of life and creation, a great burning in the gut of all. 50. There will be drums, and paints, and fires, and beads, and powders, and liquids, smokes and gases. 51. There will be plants, and meats, and roots, bark and flower, and explosions of fulfillment. 52. Yes, Fulfillment. Here is your answer. As common as those things found among stones, and as hard as rock, for breaking into that blissful domain is the sole test of the human will. 53. 54. I am leaving the vibrant one. The rains are done. Ha.

(long silence) 55. (end) I’m going home.

THE CHELSEA WORKING; ADDITIONS; VISIONS OF THE PROPHETS: DAMIEN HORIZONSTAR: That was one quarter of an hour past ten o'clock. I finally walked back out of the Temple when the clock showed eleven-oh-six. During that fifty-minute Rite, several things occurred....The Only problem is I can't remember any of it. I remember vaguely going into seizures during one recitation of the Doombringer Invocation and subsequent chant...they effected (affected?) only a group of muscles on the right side of my stomach, causing me to twitch uncontrollably for several minutes while I continued to chant that which calls Khaos. Eventually the chants (and Seizures) stopped, and I came down for the first time. What I saw during the seizures was...I'd like to say beautiful, but I can't. It wouldn't be entirely accurate, but it was equally unlike every other feeling as that. I remember Blue, though..and army olive. What followed were a series of personal rites I didn't quite move on to so much as was driven to. One of these involved Anubis and having a "Key-of-life" Ankh staff stabbed through my chest (Again). That's all I really remember (that I'd be willing to share on an open forum) I came down twice more after that, but with no other memories of those journeys. I'm still suffering the effects from the sacraments used during the rite, so I'll likely be able to remember more tomorrow. Or at least hopefully more able to speak about what else I do. The day has dawned; Change is Now. There is naught to go but onward. ALYSYROSE: After about an hour on the LSD, my memory left me. This usually doesn’t happen, was probably because of the DMT. I didn't pass out, but can't remember what I was saying. Though kept "seeing", and I kept on talking along what I was feeling, I can't remember talking, only seeing. Visuals, though...were absolutely amazing. First was the DMT. I didn't have much, though I remember a vault of millions of green snakes. 3 tabs of LSD came next... I could control the thunder clouds with thought and pretty much make anything dance or swell before my eyes. The city seemed to start to look more and

more "futuristic", I guess. The stories and windows started to resemble filing cabinets, and the cars seemed to fly over a river of rushing water. It felt like an asteroid was coming to earth and civilization was speeding itself up to try and live as fast as they could before being wiped out. Or perhaps to catch up with understanding how to save themselves/ourselves. Besides all that, little red strings seemed to be appearing all around me. I also saw people’s faces in the sky that I haven't thought about in years. I did feel a huge encompassing presence all around me, like the electricity in the air had me up to a big nervous system. DAMIEN HORIZONSTAR: Memories... When the seizures first started, it was fairly bad, but localized to the right side of my stomach..but still bad enough that had I not been where I was (mentally) I probably would've aborted and gone to the hospital...it started just after I began chanting. (the four word mantra)..and it felt like someone (thing?) was trying to slip inside me from that point, like some oddly designed bit of clothing. If you'll allow a bit of synesthetic comparison; my body was a black void (Not to say I didn't exist, more to say that everything that was NOT me was so contrasted as to give that effect...but not to entirely dismiss the previous either.) And the thing that was trying to "wear me" had a sensation of silver smoke (as far as the smoke comparison; it's an expression here of inconsistency, whilst still being consistent enough to get vague forms, much like incense smoke) I got the impression of a very badly proportioned arm and hand, that was very thin, very long, and rather rubbery. All with the silver sensation (against the black). Eventually, I got tired of it (both the silver and the seizures) and stopped the chant in favor of another recitation of the invocation; I got a distinct impression of hesitation, got paranoid, and expelled it. The seizures didn't stop entirely, and I became aware of several amber (still talking about sensations) points around my abdomen as a whole. Things get vague here. I remember something that vaguely resembled a squid, but had a "mouth" at the base of it's tentacles (I'll have to msPaint a representation and terrify people with my horrid art), I remember going through alot to get rid of this thing. Being stabbed through the chest (from behind) by the Ankh staff comes into play here, but references something too complex to go into right now. There was also a point of light at my chest that I was either feeding or protecting, I can't remember now. The seizures continued through this battle, and stopped only after I somehow separated myself from the thing. There was also something about two people pulling something about of me through the "hole" the staff left...and something about that being generated inside me… don't fully remember yet. Today, I feel...clean? I'm exhausted, empty, but it's not a bad thing, I think. the state hasn't yet been tested by any external stimuli, really, so I don't know how deep it goes.... SHEOSYRATH: I've been exhausted ever since the night... till my second nap today, when I woke up and was suddenly energized. That's why I haven't been here, to be honest I've been asleep since 5 AM the morning after. I'll be back later when I begin analyzing what went on during my end and once I see the transcript. I'm losing this fight. sitting alone, waiting for my enemy. the smell of death approaches and my fear does not stir how godly is the obsession that brings loathing tartarus heralds the end of this light in sorte darkness dominito per malum change or be destroyed! Blue... that's the color we used to birth him, and the color that is used for all novices to invoke him. I have found he likes it, and thus the fact that you remember blue is well.. good. People are often 'driven' to things when he is invoked.. this is very common in my house. I remember a day that we were actually 'evoking' him into an upside down glass on our altar, and then one of the

initiates was going to invoke him from the glass into himself... well he began, then sharply stood up, grabbed the glass, filled it with water and then drank it. He said something drove him to do that - The Doombringer. After this he did this the effects were quite noticeable in him. “I did feel a huge encompassing presense all around me, like the electricity in the air had me up to a big nervous system.” Yea, he was there, with you. I could feel his hands reaching out from New York down unto the other three points of interest, but 'he' - was there. I couldn't even barely get him to look at me it seemed, but he sort of told me to keep going anyways - to support his hand and guide the energy to you. To Damien: Like I said above, during my rites I had the distinct impression that all I was getting was his "arm" and hand as his "body" was up in New York with zero... so it seems to be as if you got the same thing, the hand that tried to put you on? The original parameters of the Doombringer was to draw upon the soul of the invoker for substance, as in when you invoked The Doombringer it was like you became The Doombringer wearing a mask of yourself. Thats about as clear as I could put it... but what you said draws very close to that. It sounds to me as if you had success, and then it went into him trying to maybe tell you something.. I don't know really. hehe a squid? Sounds like Kutulu The change is still occurring, I've been going through cycles of regression, and my energy is all sorts of messed up... I can feel no presence but my own when I walk into my Temple. I am barely beginning to realize what is happening... ALYSYROSE: If the message is indeed a success, and there is no doubt to a coming advancement of Khaos in practice, what would this random assortment of things profess? If my body was indeed occupied at that time, then there must be a message within the message. Re-reading it over, there is very little lucidity spare for three or four paragraphs, or tangents of thought. What I find most odd is the segment "The Man Who Loves All Life" as it deviates not only from how I usually think and consider myself, but perhaps sounds too optimistic for the invocation of a "doombringer". But as Sheosyrath pointed out, there may be a real underlying stream of connection, which seems apparent with it beginning in "Here is the egg." And then, what is the overall message if coming from Khaos? Although there may be countless ways to interperate this, it seems most apparent with esoteric thought that an Egg represents The Universe/The Mind/Pre-birth or primordial beginning. All throughout the text are found allegations to Birth, Life, and Death. Those being, almost it seems, the only concrete foundations for what is otherwise a stream of relative intoxicated nonsense. And as much, I see the document now as a vat of un-refined liquor, too bitter to swallow completely though enticing those passers-by with fragrance, to perform a proper filtering. I feel it important to note that I have recently undergone a drastic change in personality which seems to correspond with some aspects of the document. Dare I think that there may be some subconscious fire within the eventual "distilled", as it were, translation. The thread on Crowley's Great Puzzle within the Chapter of Hadit made me wonder a great deal about this. Although the end result was no more profound than the code itself. However, it is important to remember (If this has come from the Beyond in some way) that Chaos is perhaps the greatest riddling Troll on the Bridge as there ever was. All this sparked my interest anew

when I opened the section of the recording where "everything falls to a whisper, 20 minutes of mumbled words" and treated it with volume and noise reduction on an audio program. There are a few other sentences there that I did not notice. I'll be sending it to Sheosyrath, audio clip & possible transcription. We recognize Chaos as the life force of all things animate and inanimate. The source of Life and Death, change and evolution. It would perhaps make sense of it to speak within symbols and symbolism, as that itself is a language which encompasses all of human time. And again, the only portion of text that does not use symbols and symbolism is "The Man Who Loves All Life". Or, perhaps it does. In any case, it's worth thinking over with a cup of tea and a burning pipe. VOYAGE INTO NOWHERE, POSTED ON 09-02-2007 …That prophecy has now turned to greet me in a most profound way. I was going to keep this between myself & the other members, but perhaps it was meant to be shared as a story of the success of our working. Five days ago, I received a call from an old friend [utahman] who I haven't seen in years. He had somehow found my name online & the phone numbers of some relatives. He's originally from Montana, and I first met him in Brooklyn. He's half Native-American, and belongs to a tribe on a reservation. I got the call, let out some "God damn! It's you?" and later found out where he was, and what he was doing. He's currently working in Utah, on an oil rig, around alot of mormons. He's always complaining how all the bars there have beers with a 3% alcohol content -- because Mormons aren't allowed to drink, and for some reason the towns have lowered the content because of this. Needless to say there are no heavier things like Vodka around, either. He's invited me to come down, & I have accepted. We're going to some sites around the area where the local Shamans have had vision quests -- and I'm going to be going after my own. Peyote will be involved. So, soon, I'll be taking a plane across the country, and seeing my long-lost friend who called me out of the blue to go on a vision quest with around the same area that Jim Morrison had his. Why is this relevant to our discussion? Perhaps those who have been with us longer would know. This is why -- as was transcribed during the Prophecy & Invocation some good months eariler. This segment has come to be known as "The Man Who Loves Life"... "I set sail with him after some time in the world of man, going nowhere in particular. We eat from the mother below, of anything we see, and burn up many creatures with salts and spices. We come to land for drink and pleasure, sticky eastern ganja, and the exotic things our hearts desire. We talk of philosophy, of the world, and of magic. After a three years voyage into nowhere, we return with a great story, and soon the entire world is forever changed. Here then, he decides, with his life being led always in the name of pleasure, he heads to Utah, to work with oil in danger and hardship, and metal, and the flats and depths of the earth, in the population of Mormons, and no alcohol is found to his liking. A great pain at this point, he says, gives his life the greatest pleasure it has ever known. He returns rich, with a great love and unbreakable will. Chaos provides, he says."

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