"In a world which is really topsy-turvy, the true is a moment of the false."
- Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectacle

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION: THE GREAT BEAST

CHAPTER 10: Unweaving a Story V2 / GEMATRIA (Prometheus Unbound)

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In the early nineteen seventies, while the united states government was busy chasing Tim Leary through eastern Europe for his independent discovery and publication of the methods of psychotherapy they were failing to use for brainwashing in their project MK-ULTRA, the military-occult complex (as it is called) was in no way tied up. In fact, project Starseed, a precursor to the much-derided project Stargate remote viewing operation, was coming up all aces. One of the primary espers, unbeknownst to his employers (no mean feat), was actually an adherent of a nordic offshoot of the Ordo Templi Orientalis -- the Cult of Lam Ash. merging the teachings of the Vril Society (supposed by many to be one of the factors corrupting Hitler in his youth), the Golden Dawn of Crowley, several offshoots of Sir John Dee's Enochian tradition, and an odd proto-Sumerian mythos reminiscent of the confusion and metamystical ramblings found later in the Simon Necronomicon, the C:.L:.A:. kept the full extremety of the traditional hazing/initiation rituals -- rituals in which this man, known by the codename "I. O. Horus", lost his left hand and later his entire left arm.

Operation paperclip had considered the importation of agent Horus (who brought with him a number of advanced degrees and a propensity for chainsmoking and cheap cigars) a success. The CIA's Operation ARTICHOKE, and later MK-ULTRA, considered him their only success.

Lawrence Livermore Labs, though strictly unaware of his existence, did not consider him a success.

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"The super-solenoid engine," said Doctor Fuyutsuki to a crowded lecture hall, "is the chaos magick's rough equivalent to the alchemical myth of the philosopher's stone. I mean this on the literal level, not the figurative level typically considered alchemy's true message. A source of infinite gnosis, it is composed of a gnostic amplifier -- which as we know triples any gnosis fed into it -- inside an orgone accumulator attached to a solitron-wave generator similar to that described by Doctor Paul Laffoley in the middle of the twentieth century. Since the orgone accumulator is fed in this case by ambient gnostic and electromagnetic charge and by barometric variation -- yes?"

The young woman in the second row from the front stood up, dark cropped hair billowing in the breeze from the ac. "Wouldn't this not only amplify infinitely in terms of a recursive feedback, but cause a strange loop by which tulpa could self-manifest? If the device is set up as you describe, without connection to an amp net and a sink, the six-way amp would generate output levels corresponding roughly to the fibbonacci sequence." She paused for a moment. "Configuring the orgone accumulator in the form of a hypercube would synchronize it with the global ambient novelty curve of this continuity, and so would anchor it and prevent interdimensional leakage due to entanglement in unzippered continuities."

Fuyutsuki paused, then started scribbling some diagrams on a scrap of paper. After a few moments, he looked up. "You seem to be correct... I have been working on this system for five years now, and this is a bug that i hadn't worked out yet. What is your name?"

The woman blushed slightly. "Ikari Yui."

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It was winter of 1564, and John Dee sat beside the fire celebrating the publishing of his new book by working out some cryptograms. These particular cryptograms, which he found in a manuscript he came across while compiling the Queen's private library, were quite unusual.

He fell asleep by the fire there, the crypograms half solved, when he was awakened by a loud buzzing. Voices spoke in a strange, babbly language that seemed to be a long series of unbroken syllables with even intonation. He was greeted by a tall, skinny silver man with large eyes surrounded by hairy dwarves in robes. The silver man motioned to the dwarves, who stopped speaking, and then said "Lam I Am, Doctor. Contract not. A A L W S." He then left.

The next morning, Dee woke in his chair, the cryptogram missing and the sequence of letters that the silver man intoned running circles in his head.

He put an ad in the newspaper that day, calling for a medium. Later that day, he recieved an espionage project from the Queen.

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Somewhere, somewhen, where the sky was blood-red and the infinite light spilled freely, the once-inverted tree of life reverted to its original state.

This was only the beginning.