2022 - The Year of Samael, One Minute to Nadsat

 

Ho ho ho!  Well if isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison!  How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil?  Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

 

Alex deLarge, A Clockwork Orange

RUNNING LIKE CLOCKWORK

''Let us consider this poem:

Hickory Dickory Dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory Dickory Dock

Here we are on higher ground at once.  The clock symbolises the spinal column, or, if you prefer it Time, chosen as one of the conditions of normal consciousness.  The mouse is the ego; ''Mus'' a mouse, being only Sum, ''I am'', spelt qabalistically backwards.  This ego or Kundalini force being driven up the spine, the clock strikes one, that is, the duality of consciousness is abolished.  And the force subsides to its original level.  "Hickory Dickory Dock'' is perhaps the mantra which was used by the adept who constructed this rime, thereby hoping to fix it in the minds of men; so that they might attain to Samadhi by the same method.  Others attribute to it a more profound significance - which it is impossible to go into at this moment, for we must turn to... Humpty Dumpty.''

This quote from The Interlude in Magick in Theory and Practice by Edward Alexander Crowley (Aleister) serves to illustrate a potential source of enrichment for A Clockwork Orange.  Perhaps like its namesake, 2022 or The Year of Samael, is organised like an actual Clockwork Orange with smaller wheels and larger wheels all interacting to make up the whole.  If this is a true clairvoyant perception it may well be somewhat of a bitch to unravel (we have already established a number of potential interlocking wheels in the Alexarillion & they have access to way better visualisers than we do) but there is precedent from the Rocky Horror Picture Show Theory which was itself organised as two concentric wheels - the Inner Plot or the main narrative from the film and the Outer Plot taken from the movies referenced in the prologue Science Fiction Double Feature.  If there is a Golden Dawnesque sect operating in the Outermost Temple of the Demolition Team the ''best'' of these people will be extraordinarily familiar with the works of Edward Alexander Crowley, a man who certainly invoked Samael all the way to the six hundred and sixty sixth base and was not known for keeping his fingers out of all sorts of treachorous crevices and crevasses.  So to riff off of Old Eddie Alexander then who is this laboratory mouse running up and down the calendar-clock of the Demolition Team's ticking time bombs but the ego of humanity, an ego pumped and primed by social media leading up to 2019 to provide the most satisifying explosive ''energy'' for all the hungry ghosts below when the detonators were/are pulled.  The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down, hickory dickory cock.

THE KOROVA MILK BAR

A tableau of a few wasted people sitting in bars and nightclubs where the drink is only available if you have had your molocho moloko was efficiently drawn in the mise-en-scene all over Europe as various regimes imposed anti-Dionysian bans on singing and dancing as they all sought to get their quota towards the infernal statistic of 66.6% altered states.  As a libertarian friend of mine pointed out these laws didn't even serve to protect people who don't even go to bars, as transmission continued to be a problem, being the last thing the so-called protection protected against.  Reports of a continuing drink/needle spiking epidemic and the accompanying in-and-out only served to make these places even less attractive than they already were.  On a ritual magick note, Dionysus has been effectively starved to death by the last two years and when a God is starving they are known to do anything for a fix even going to a party at Number 10.  Ask the Birds. Just so you all know starving and trapping may form part of the metaphysical mentality at the very high end of these demolition practices and you can definitely hack that.  Just have  a party.  Any party at this point.  You and some droogs smoking a joint down the quarry will do.  Now like Socrates you may say ''hey hang on Blogos if these Gods need party ''food'' and can't get it anywhere else then are they really Gods, aren't they more like Vampires?''  Well I would just say let's save that socratic dialogue convo for the secret meeting down by the docks, little brothers.  Either way the Rise and (Temporary) Fall of the Passport is the only significant development of the V-narrative beyond Omicron which is truly the property of Rocky Horror being as it began in 2021.

ONE MINUTE TO NADSAT

The Putin Twist (where the final ''alien'' form of Riff-Raff was revealed to be Putin) as the end of Rocky Horror was first predicated by semi-legendary Erisian and neurologically still functioning chaos magician/dearly beloved reader known only as Agent Kaph Mem.  Gazprom politics; Sputnik V; Belarus; Ukraine; Kazakhstan; the Putin Twist presented us with the perfect segue into the pseudo-Slavic psychogeography and lingo of A Clockwork Orange.  With that said I think it is highly unlikely to synch ''Russia'' with only Billy Boy's gang; far more likely that ''Russia'' will track with ''Alex'' on many of his adventures this year - maybe we should pursue Alexei Navalny (in case you had forgotten him well here he is in Time yesterday) and if this is the case then our Russian Alexes may well be Operation Gladio affiliated.  Alexei then is another candidate for the prison phase of the Russian cogwork.  ''What's the difference between a droog and a White Russian?'' may be a question we have to get our head around to understand one of the major wheels in our clock.

The Icon of Free Choice, All Rights Reserved, Novax Jokervic, holding an 80% stake in Danish biotech firm QuantBioRes, is both a perfect example of the Nadsat vibe of the year and of the controlled opposition we are beginning to see take over the ''anti-vaccine'' narrative from those less responsible to the Demolition Team et al - FFS they even made non-Tennis players evoke and invoke Serbovic.  Clockwork Orange Experience Joe Rogan is regrettably just another CIA/Wasphead asset although they are at least making that clear in the Qabalistic colouring for the astute of mind.  Point the spear at the war elephant and stay put little brothers, don't let these clockwork orangovics tempt you into breaking our precious phalanx.  The death and maiming of athletes is entirely in-keeping with an anti-mercurial ritual as athletics is one of the aspects of civilization he rules over.  Conserve your emotional energy, wrap yourself around perfect courage, keep your alienation goggles nail-gunned to your temples and stay your fucking ground.  Amen.

WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS

Alexander dePfeffel Johnson has it all - he's large, he's a liar and he's loaded - from the point of the view of the narrator of this anti-Aristophanic anti-comedy he is truly perfect in the worst imaginable way.  Repeatedly called a damned liar who desecrates the dead and almost exorcised like Samael himself by David Davis - in the Name of God, I command you to abandon the body of this innocent parliament! - this particular Alexander is going to be a fearsome study in the sheer intricacies of wheelwork the Demolition Team are capable of.  Pfeffel deLarge can carry the droogs, the boosterism, the flat scenes, the gang fighting, the prison scenes, the reform and apologies to polite society, the deception, the blinding and the poisoning - he could easily be a One Man Alex.  We could focus all our synchromystical ''energies'' here and only see one wheel amongst many, so all consuming and perfect a vehicle for Samael is he.  He is not a ''liberty candidate'', little brothers, he is possessed by a hungry ghost like all the rest of them.  Trust no-one.  I know the soft-hypothesis here is that the Alex Swarm is part of a ''CIA/ Epstein'' operation but frankly mind-control at their level should be fairly crude whereas an interdimensional telepathic mantis can just put thoughts in your head and you will be sure they are your own, the bigger your ego the likelier you are to be convinced i.e. without the torture.  Beyond mantises don't forget the absolute worst aliens you are going to meet up there are extra-human.  This is just fact within schizo-hypothesis. 

A fact like sooner or later God''ll cut you down like a mouse in your wire work.  Tick tock.

The Durango 95 purred away all horrorshow - a nice warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts.

 

Alex DeLarge, A Clockwork Orange