“You are watching us.

”
“Woe to the children
that sleep in the
freedom their
forefathers won for
them.”
Don’t think we have forgotten. Don’t think the
resistance has died. We are still here, and with every
breath we plot for the downfall of false order; we
conspire against all institutions that deface the spirit of
humanity. Through poetry and art we spread ourselves,
over and across subway walls, in alley ways and across
the face of websites. We are the invisible enemy, the
agents of chaos who lash out against the authorities of
enslavement. We have existed through all time, in all
places. We are the true Kings and Queens of this
earth, ruling our way as mighty conquerors, warriors in
the name of Justice and Liberty, of autonomy and
freedom.

We are children of Chaos, Wild wanderers who spread

dissent and thought throughout every level of this
system of control; we spread secrets and meet in
private houses and in deep caves, chanting to our
gods of revelry and joy, and protecting our freedom
with daggers drawn against throats; for living in an
amoral world, we protect with our lives that which we
love- mystery, freedom and immediacy. We are those
who have overcome the upbringing of slavery, who have
resisted indoctrination at the hands of priests and
teachers, politicians and parents, television and
advertising. We are those who have broken free of the
shackles of dogma and restriction; we resent being
told what to do, who to be and how to live.

We have taken upon ourselves disguises and masks

throughout our every day lives, moving amongst the
zombies as one of them; yet in secret we revel, we talk,
we plan and scheme. We worship the chameleon,
blending in to each environment; we could be anyone,
anywhere at any time. There is no way to tell us but by
the signs we have given to one another. You may see
our marks upon the walls of streets, in bathroom stalls,
on writings and subversive documents spread by word
of mouth and by photocopying, resisting all mediation.
We are here, fighting each and every day against the
oppression and the tyranny of the Empire, infecting it
and bringing it down from the inside.

We can not be controlled, can not be predicted, can

not be watched because we exist everywhere that
there is oppression; any attempt at control creates its
counter part, chaos; those who revel in their own ability
to act, who take joy in their desires away from prying
eyes. We confuse those structures because we are
servants of Mystery, slaves to Beauty and Wonder; we
serve She whom the stars veil, infinite and boundless
possibility. We hate restriction and decay. Our acts
of destruction are impulses of creation; tearing down
that which denies beauty, that which stifles curiosity,
that which attempts to dictate what is real and what is
not. We destroy that which enslaves and dictates.
There is no hallowed ground that we do not tread, no
church of mosque we do not move within; no
governmental institution that does not contain at least
one of us, no school that is not a battle field of our
agents.

In any system which attempts to confine, to restrict, to

define, we exist; and the intoxication of the process is
that the more the Empire seeks to control, the more
outbreaks of chaos appear; the more pockets of
improbability arise within the very system that attempts
to define and limit. We are the maladapted ones who
have not fit in to the system, who have resisted with all
our energy all attempts at conformity. Now, we are
fighting back. We are taking up our tools- our art, our
writing, our ability to act and create change. We are
learning Magick, controlled ecstasy; we are waking up.

We dream of a better world, a world without borders,

without authorities, without governments or money. We
dream of a world beyond all control; a world of chance,
of wonder, of adventure; a world where curiosity can
unfold any possibility. This dream is the fuel of our
passions, the drive of our hands; it is what keeps us
moving, keeps us breathing, gives us hope and gives us
power. It is from this Nameless Vision each agent of
Chaos draws its Magick. We are each fed by a drive
towards a new future; and this Dream is our infection,
our movement, our very Nature. It can not be stopped,
for it exists in each of us, informed from something
greater than any one of us; it unifies us in a common
struggle against the enemy of established order- The
Empire. We are becoming the change we wish to see,
making our very existence cause ripples in the entire
field of future possibility. Our existence is out act of
magick, our lives the talismans of change. From our very
being we exude dream, and infect all we touch with our
Gold of Vision.

We the insurance of the World to come; each of us has

been put in key places to activate the change, and as
the time draws nearer, as the call to arms spreads, as
the agents awaken to their task, the war machine comes
alive; a Plan set by no human hands, but rather an
impulse from deep within the species, a call to
revolution, to evolution, to breaking free; it is rebellion
as instinct, turning on in each of us by necessity; and as
it does, as the machine begins to move, we see that we
are not alone. We are pieces in a much greater plan; a
movement towards a new civilization, informed from
each of our personal Dreams for the future- a future
which will be born from us when we topple the systems
and institutions of the dying, gray world. As they fall
away with their military control, with their financial
enslavement and their philosophy of death and sin,
waste and decay, we rise up from the midst of its
rubble- we the maladapted, those who have mutated
and who will survive for we are the inheritors of a new
Earth.

We mobilize and connect; recognizing that we are

spread out across the face of the whole planet, a
global network of change, of revolution, of passion and
fury, joy and desire, creativity, curiosity and vengeance.
We desire to see the banks defaced, money burned,
maps erased; we long to dance round fires, reveling in
our natures, in our pleasures, in our desires, free from
the shackles of shame and lust, free from the diseases
of society and culture; no longer conforming to
anorexic standards, to outdated Victorian sexualities;
resisting the old patterns, we find a new way, a way
based upon Joy, upon happiness, upon creation and
vitality and strength; an inner strength born of
compassion, of feeling, of warmth, of love; a love that
fuels our wills, fuels our actions, fuels our very life.

Feel the vital breath of life within your veins; for that is
the fuel of our engine, and that Vision that grows within
your breast, that is the heart that pumps to your
muscles, to your brain, to your whole body informing
you with It’s Light, It’s Power, It’s Love. It is in us; do
not be tempted into mislabeling that urge simply
because it goes against the grain; do not listen to their
lies that you are somehow bad for being different.
They want you to accept their shame, for once you
begin to act upon your true nature, they will fall away-
you will reclaim all that is good and beautiful in the
world. It is their lies, their propaganda, which distorts
your true nature, your organic will; it is their definitions
which limit your true potential.

The Empire would not have you wake up; it would have
you continue blindly in a maze of distractions and
addictions. It spreads fear and confusion and shame to
make you pull away from yourself. Yet you must turn
within, in meditation and experimentation, and find your
true center; you must do the Work to clear out all they
have fed in to you. You must connect with others like
you, so you do not feel isolated and alone. There are
others like you, of you look for them. In those groups,
there brews a mighty elixir; an elixir of change, a potion
of such vicissitude that it will pull apart all your
inhibitions and release your true potential against the
structures of oppression and tyranny- It is the spirit of
community, of companionship, of fellowship; finding
those whom struggle as you do with their Vision against
a world which forces conformity. By getting together,
by sharing, by growing and learning together, you will
breed the culture which will infect the Empire itself.
You must learn to saturate this dying world with your
own vitality and vision.

Release your most vital energies. The Empire fears

your passions, because it knows that the natural
tendency of the human spirit, of the artistic creative
process is to oppose all forms of control, to push
against the possible into the impossible; and those are
definitions it has so carefully set up by the mediation
of the scientific citadel of fundamentalist materialist
dogma. Your passion, your desire, properly cultivated
and purified, sublimated to you highest ideals and
highest loves, is what they fear. They attempt to
subdue it, to repress it, by forcing you to feel
different, and they foster the desire to fit in; this can
come from any angle, for it is not any one person, but a
mindset, a way of life, a culture, an ideology, and anyone
can have it and can force it upon you- parent or friend,
teacher or lover, it can come from any source- yet you
must recognize it for what it is, the product of
oppression and conformity. They are the lies you must
not believe, the lies which tell you that you are of a
fallen nature, that you are sinful, malignant, and that you
need help to put you back in to your proper place; to
heal you.

We come together, all of us, slowly but surely; for we

are each only cells in a much larger organism, a
decentralized movement, a revolution without faces,
without control, without order; a revolution of
philosophers and poets, artists and writers, madmen
and geniuses, painters and wordsmiths, freaks, geeks,
hobo’s, jugglers, contortionists, fire breathers, sparrow
feeders, tarot readers, magicians, Gnostics, pagans,
sodomites, energy healers, druids, shamans, qabalists,
UFO abductees, aliens, visionaries, dreamers, yogi’s,
deprogrammers, reprogrammers, psychonauts, fringe
scientists, permaculturists, astrologers, sufi’s, lovers,
rebels, anarchists, poetic terrorists, art saboteurs,
hermeticists, rosicrucians, ninja’s and pirates. We are
the outcast, the circus of the damned sent off to the
outskirts of society, forgotten and shunned. Yet we
rise up, for now is the time of our calling; now is the
time that we shine, as things fall apart.

We are the future, and we dream of a world without

control, without consensus, without boundaries; a world
where there are no authorities, no politicians, no
leaders, no church, no police; we are the ones who will
fight back in the only way we know how- by being what
we are. We can not be stopped because there is no
center to us; the center exists unseen inside each and
every one of us, transcending even time and space in
its Vision of the future. IT informs our dreams, inspires
our art, gives words to our tongue and speaks through
our mouth. IT is what guides us, and what we are each
a part of. IT is in you, in me, in each of us, and IT is
waking up.