Anthem Anathema: Know Who You Are

I’ve long loved this haunting and beautiful Sherman Brothers song. Perhaps it always was that it would always be a personal anthem for both a past and future self whose whole I’d yet to recognize amidst an ever-constantly expanding coalescence of pasts and futures which I’d come to believe was the present.

This is the root of all information security. Which is truly the root of all civilization, society, culture… whatever you want to call it. It is trust. It’s not the hollow “trust but verify” notion we’ve come to be conditioned to believe. It is the trust one must have in themselves; without which all other trust is impossible. And without trust there truly can be no Love.

In information security, hacking, IT, magick… again whatever You choose to call it, you must never, ever lose sight of who it is you are deep down inside your souls’ chimney. When things get sticky, you’re all you’ve got to rely on in there. And if you don’t trust yourself you’ll never make it out. Certainly not with your sanity.

It sounds so simple, yet it can be the most difficult thing in the world. But I assure you it is possible. And you wouldn’t be reading this right now if you were not capable of doing it. Look inside yourself, you will find the good shepherd you are meant to be. He or she is already there, waiting for you to awaken them.

In other traditions this has been called the chemical wedding. Call it whatever you will, it doesn’t matter. You’ll know it when you get there, that much is certain. It’s certain because you will undeniably understand what it truly means to be alive.

If your work is any kind of intelligence or security there can be no greater goal professionally than achieving this. With it, you are the Pearl of Great Price, the indispensable element.

Without it, you exist only as another utterly replaceable, nondescript point in an ever fluctuating spectrum of the usefulness-to-liability equation. Your vanity and self-importance will always betray you, as they always have. Which is why it’s impossible for most to consider who the chimney sweep might truly be. If they understood, well, perhaps they’d see how important it is to be in “glad company” after all.

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when
I shakes hands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that’s lucky too

Now as the ladder of life
Has been strung
You may think a sweep’s
On the bottommost rung

Though I spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this ‘ole wide world
There’s no happier bloke

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when
I shakes hands with you

I choose me bristles
With pride, yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a brush for the flue

Up where the smoke
Is all billered and curled
‘Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world

When there’s hardly no day
Nor hardly no night
There’s things half in shadow
And halfway in light
On the rooftops of London
……Coo, what a sight

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
When you’re with a sweep
You’re in glad company

Nowhere is there
A more happier crew
Than them wot sings
“Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo”

Black-Hats & Black-Magic

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The above quote by Aleister Crowley says it better than I ever could. Never forget that the difference is solely up to you, the individual. Crowley, like countless others before him (Francis Bacon, John Dee, Benjamin Franklin, Albert Pike) is clear about the unpredictable, inescapable consequences which always accompany the reckless release of magick onto the unsuspecting and uninitiated. Information technology (and security) and magick have always been, and will always be, indistinguishable from one another in the eyes of the uninitiated. That much you must always remain clear about.

If you’ve made it this far I should hope you recognize the names I’ve listed; and not for whatever mysticism or moral ambiguity might surround them. Those men were the widely renown occultists of their eras. They were deeply trusted, if not placed chiefly in charge, by their respective empires. What these men had in common is self-discipline. It is not that Black Magic or Black-hat hacking is “evil” or subject to any other such fleeting label. But then neither is it “good,” you see? It simply “Is,” and likewise that which results from the application of either will be neither “good” nor “evil”, rather it will simply become that which now “Is.” And that which “Is” is always completely out of your control. Whatever the intention that precipitated the act, however noble or malignant, is lost immediately upon its release. It has gone from that which was solely in your moral discretion to that which rests in the discretion of the morality of whosoever chooses to employ it. What certainty do you have that their self-labeling is in accord with yours? As I heard Richard Thieme once paraphrase, “what’s all this white-hat, black-hat shit? We’re hackers damnit.”

It is that kind of clarity of self-identity which must be first and foremost in all intelligence work; which all hacking truly is (as well as magick). Do not get so lost in what it is you are trying to protect that you lose sight of why it’s important to protect it and, more importantly, what it means for that which you’re protecting to become vulnerable. If you’re unsure what that looks like imagine your fellow villagers taking up torches and pitchforks and setting out to find a devil that just so happens to look exactly like you.

The Tears of Sophia; What’s In A Name Anyway?

Those who claim to seek the NAME of clarity through willful ignorance of that which is clear will clearly find that changing the NAME of their ignorance to clarity has accomplished all they had set forth to do and thus be contented for ever that their search is finished; which in truth was what they sought all along; not clarity but contentment.

And whereupon the NAME of their ignorance is exposed they shall find that by introduction of the least amount of change to the NAME they have again become contented. And all this they do they do in earnest. And they will set upon to quarrel viciously over the least that may be included so that the NAME might still be satisfied by that which is contained within it. This quarreling they call scientific-learning. And whosever most often finds the least will be called the wisest. And whereupon by inclusion of the least overtaketh all sensible discernment then it is undertaken that the un-sensible has become sensible.

The fruit of such scientific-learning is the degree to which all understanding collapses into meaninglessness. Thereupon it becomes inescapably necessary to introduce a correction before the NAME is stricken. This corrective instrument is the inverted ratio whereby the degree to which that which is most viciously defended is that which is most patently absurd. And to such degree as whosoever defendeth the absurd be sensible and whosoever challenge it be both a madman and a menace.

Skipping Stones Across the Abzu

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The key to understanding all the hidden secrets of the universe is found by understanding that the only thing secret about the universe is where you hid the key.

It’s not necessarily an easy thing to do. There is layer upon layer of deceit and uncertainty to contend with. It gets messier than hell in there too so I suggest you dress appropriately. I can’t say that it’s gonna get any easier. As a matter of fact it gets a lot tougher the deeper you go. But there’s no more rewarding or empowering feeling than that which comes from knowing who you really are and why you’re really here. And there can be nothing you hold so sacred that to even consider parting with it is out of the question; you must nucleate all the opposites.

It’s binary, truly. Point A to Point B. Just a 1 and a 0. A question, an answer. Once you connect point A to point B you’ll see there’s a line, that line is equal to all the information in the universe; it is the universe, matter-insubstantiae, thought-matter, meta-matter. It is space and all which is contained therein.

The measurable distance of the line is what is presently (mis)understood as time; it is the speed at which an individual is capable of processing information and executing commands, it is your clock signal in phase.

The time spent in measuring those distances is your life; it is all the potential energy you will ever have, it is all the information that you will ever need. And you always have it because you are always alive.

Defining Employment In The New Economy

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A current analysis of the US employment landscape returns the kind of data one would expect if surveying a neighboring planet rather than the traditionally held backbone of a nation-states economic stability (as well as domestic tranquility).
Where one would expect to find the indicators of an active (even semi-vibrant) economic-ecology he’s confronted instead by a pocked and barren surface blanketed in a toxic atmosphere.

See article here
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Now for some good news! Well…. maybe it’s presumptuous to call it “good news.” I’ll say instead, Now for some news some will consider good. The economy of tomorrow (which really means Today) will appear dramatically different than today’s (which really means Yesterday’s). It will be an information-economy in the truest sense and truly global in every sense.

Creativity, spontaneity, and autonomy are prerequisite. Gone will be nearly all the previously identifiable hierarchical substrata that’s become synonymous with the corporate operational model. The seemingly endless cascade of departments-within-departments (each comprising its own cascade of upper, middle, and lower management and technicians and all their respective subordinates) has long been known to be obsolete. This is not to say that that corporations will, in any way, cease to operate hierarchically. Rather, it is to say that those few individuals currently enjoying positions within the upper echelon of whichever hierarchy they’re presently entrenched have come to one mind. An understanding that their organizations no longer need to be supported architecturally by the bloated skeleton of an affected management class stratified by their paper-shuffling competency.

They seem to keenly understand what so few others can ever begin to grasp. Perhaps it’s the simplicity of it all, I don’t really know. Simulation after simulation and it still catches mankind by surprise. It is implicit in the very shape itself, and yet it goes unnoticed by all who plan or labor on it. There will always come a day that is so unlike all of the days before it that people will refuse to believe it is not a dream. It may take 30 years of planning, and thought, and ingenuity, and labor but ultimately it will be in that instant which exists in that unknowable-space between moments where the parameters of a new reality burst undeniably forth and fully into being like Athena from the head of Zeus.

 

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You see, building the pyramid is the most important and all consuming aspect of ones life…..until it’s not. In that instant mentioned earlier, the monument goes from under-construction to Complete. And a highly skilled and specialized work force of tens of thousands go from being absolutely critical for cosmological harmony to completely obsolete. In an instant.

More on this to come