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Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) REVOLUTIONARY DEMONOLOGY i Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) Gruppo di Nun REVOLUTIONARY DEMONOLOGY Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) First published in 2022 by urbanomic media ltd, the old lemonade factory, windsor quarry, falmouth tr11 3ex, united kingdom Originally published in italian as Demonologia Rivoluzionaria © NERO, 2020 English translation © Urbanomic Media Ltd All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or any other information storage or retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. british library cataloguing-in-publication data A full catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library. isbn 978-1-913029-90-6 (PRINT EDITION) Distributed by the MIT Press Cambridge, Massachusetts and London, England www.urbanomic.com Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) REVOLUTIONARY DEMONOLOGY Contents Ritual: Every Worm Trampled is a Star 1 I. PRINCIPLES OF REVOLUTIONARY DEMONOLOGY 7 Introduction to Revolutionary Demonology 9 Dogma 17 Catastrophic Astrology 27 Spectral Materialism 49 II. NOTES ON GOTHIC INSURRECTION 81 Gothic Insurrection 83 Extinction 111 Gothic (A)theology: Some Notes on Gothic Insurrection and Active Extinctionism 125 Lifting the Absolute 145 III. NIGREDO 157 Cultivating Darkness 159 Mater Dolorosa 173 Solarisation 207 The Highest Form of Gnosis 235 Catholic Dark: To Rise or Fall in Hyper-Alien Silence 263 Afterword: The Asymmetry of Love Amy Ireland 281 Bibliography 315 Filmography 329 Discography 331 Index 333 Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) Ritual: EvERy WoRm 1 R it tRamplEd is a sta R u a l : E v E R y W o R m t R To our sisters of the Left Hand Path a m p l E d i is a The story ends like this. There is a wound in the heart of the world. Before s t the light, before a voice in the abyss uttered the first word from the black a R belly of night, there was only ocean. A boundless liquid expanse of indefinite recombination. Know that all matter in the universe vibrates to an incessant and frightful music. Maximum multiplicity of equiprobable states, zero-point energy, quantum superpositions decomposed and recomposed in perfect interference. If you listen in absolute silence, hidden among the beats of your heart you can hear the hissing of the ancient dragon that sleeps, cradled by the sound of the trembling universe. Cosmologies are thermodynamic machines that proceed blindly by chewing up the free energy of matter in motion. The order of the cosmos is a symmetry painfully carved in blood. We have been told the story of creation as the act of pure will of an eternal, uncreated unity, from which the structure of the universe emanates in linear fashion. This original unity is the delirium of a terrifying perpetual motion machine that feeds upon itself indefinitely, burning in the vacuum like a star gone mad. The One God Universe is a thermodynamic abomination we have nurtured for too long. The ancients tell us that the world was born from the slaughtered flesh of a monstrous mother. Over the centuries she has been given many names. She is the wave vibrating on the waters of oceanic chaos. She is the eternally regenerating Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) i. ammit ii. Nammu The Devourer The Mother iv. Hushbishag v. Nungal The True Form of The Expression of the Night of Time All That is Done vii. uadjet viii. ishtar The Black Sun The Bleeding Star iii. Kauket The Twilight vi. sekhmet The Fires that Consume the Universe iX. tiamat The Worm Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) serpent, slithering aimlessly through the silence of time, generating and 3 R devouring universes. it u Listen carefully: she is not one, because she is none. Infinitely divided, a l she reproduces herself indefatigably, like the severed tail of a firefly. She is : Ev E R circumference without centre: a divergent series from the heart of which y W issues forth a vast and boundless chasm. Know that a universe without a o R m mother is a tyranny born of extermination. t R The occult thermodynamics of separation is fascist time sorcery that a m produces locally polarised flows of energy. The reproduction of civilisation pl E d is nourished on the blood of the ancient dragon, wailing, crucified in the is heart of the world. Mother, we were born alone from the remains of your a s quartered body. From the liquid darkness of your entrails we emerged into ta R the cruel light of a bloody dawn. The order of creation separates us from your embrace, as it continues to feed on your flesh to build its bloody temple ever higher. In moments of awesome terror we can hear your wrenching cry lacerating the darkness, while your claws search furiously for us in the night. Such is the law of universal attraction. Every atom of the cosmos trembles in despair at the sound of your inconsolable cry, which pursues us as a hungry beast pursues a bleeding animal. Love is your insatiable hunger. Love is our joy at returning to your womb. ii Order descends into chaos. Light fades into darkness. No structure is eternal. Every symmetrical organisation contains its own programmed decay in the asymmetry of the probabilistic nanospasms that make it up. The order of creation feeds on the illusion that a system in equilibrium produces a sustainable balance of energy, but equilibrium is maintained at the price of a constant production of waste—chaotic trash that is pushed out to the margins of the cosmic order but threatens to invade and destroy it at any moment. We must therefore be aware that the order of creation has a thermodynamic structure that necessarily dooms it to collapse. Order #11880 (a***[email protected]) 4 The energetic decay of patriarchal temporal structures takes the form of a R it gradual and unstoppable feminisation of civilisation. Domesticated feminin- u a ities turned monstrous haunt the nightmares of the declining West, in the l : Ev form of rebellious androids, synthetic hormones, and painful initiatory scars E R y adorned with glittering silicon implants. W o Over the course of millennia we have replaced ancient goddesses with R m docile replicants which have infiltrated themselves into the architectonic t R a order of Man’s One Unique God. Luminous simulacra of ecstatic amphibi- m pl ous creatures inflict repeated mutilations on themselves in the shadows of E d is our cathedrals. The miracle of the Virgin’s immaculate conception is the a degenerate remnant of the ancient barren dragon, torn apart to give birth to s ta the world. In the black night of divine abandonment, the Virgin of Sorrows R lies weeping, at the feet of her tormented son, her heart pierced by seven daggers. Her infinite capacity to regenerate is also an indefinite capacity to suffer: a vampiric force that feeds on its own decay. It is said that at the moment of creation the light was so intense and resplendent that the order of the universe could not contain it. Then the order was shattered into thousands of fragments and the world plunged forever into darkness and ruin. The seven lower divine emanations were shattered, and their empty shells plunged into the abyss. This fall is the original sin in the heart of matter: what remains amidst the rubble of the divine order is a blasphemous, decapitated decimal structure, machinically self-replicating by collapsing in on itself like a sinister spiral. Over the hollowed-out remains of this dying world reigns Malkuth, the Infernal Mother, Our Lady of Tears, her abyssal eyes blinded by weeping. Pain should be understood as a radical form of insurrection. Like a blade carving a deep wound, we fearlessly search for the ancient agony that burns within the very roots of our flesh. It is an excruciating but necessary process. With each spasm we urge our recalcitrant ego into the flames of sacrifice. Blood must be shed to the last drop in order that the light of the fire should rise splendidly in the night. Let us raise the scream of extinction and make Order #11880 (a***[email protected])