The Return of the Iconoclast
This is an excerpt from Dr. Bones’ new book, Curse Your Boss, Hex The State, Take Back The World. It’s available from our online bookstore in digital or print.
“It is idiotic that those who have figured things out are forced to wait for the mass of cretins who are blocking the way to evolve… Put your old refrains aside. We have had enough of always sacrificing ourselves for something. The Fatherland, Society and Morality have fallen (…) That’s fine, but don’t contribute to reviving new entities for us: the Idea, the Revolution, Propaganda, Solidarity; we don’t give a damn. What we want is to live, to have the comforts and well-being we have a right to. What we want to accomplish is the development of our individuality in the full sense of the word, in its entirety. The individual has a right to all possible well-being, and must try to attain it all the time, by any means.”
An Illegalist named Hégot, 1903
Now the bars of the Spectral Cage are neatly laid out, the wire mesh that has surrounded your life all the more apparent, all the more real. The true horror only begins when we see that we ourselves are as guilty as those that rule us, the way your mind works literally hacked by the memes of State and Capital to create a conducive Ideological Telescope. Aspects of yourself you never questioned, even took perhaps as part of your own personality, are in fact nothing more than mental viruses breeding within you like bottle flies in a corpse. Things you never thought about, or worse perhaps even enjoyed, reveal themselves as spectral jailers laughing at your fate. You who deem yourself a powerful magician, a spirit-imbued witch, are forever only pretending because you are already limited.
Like a finely-tuned machine, you move according to programming. You have been taught to regard some uniforms—be they suits or military fatigues—as so sacred you will treat them as any other god or goddess you revere. How many times have we seen a police officer violently beat someone while crowds of people find themselves horrified yet unable to act? It’s not simply a fear of the same happening to them, but the mesmerizing aspect of authority. Just as a Christian cannot spit on a Bible, neither can you violate the taboo of breaking the enchantment of authority held by the badge.
This religious thinking is even prevalent among the “leftists” in the protest crowd who challenge these enchantments without bothering to act in a sufficient way to disenchant them: they march down an empty street and scream at Federal buildings, staying of course on the street and making sure to leave at the appointed time. They beg to be heard, cry to sway hearts who have no business in running the affairs of others, and kneel before their political masters. Millions can be killed, tortured and starved but the “liberal” maintains his peaceful, non-threatening buffoonery through it all. Human life is “sacred” to them, even the wretched ones who wantonly kill and harm as they please.
These things are merely thoughts, right? Hardwired, sure, maybe even insurmountable, but they’re just air, just propaganda. It’s all in my head. Right?
Not Just Spooks, But Specters
The one failure of Max Stirner’s theories and of his contemporaries was that they believed thoughts had no power of their own. This is where the Sorcerer stands in a unique position. We, perhaps even we alone, know just how much power thoughts can have. The right thought, with enough force provided by the Sorcerer and her allies, can change the very fabric of space and time.
If thoughts have power and force, doesn’t that mean that the spooks of Nation, Society, and Capitalism have a force and power all their own? If each action reverberates through the Spirit World, are not the trips and triggers of the State and Capital just as alive there too? By implanting these ideas within you, Those That Rule effectively funnel your psi/energy/chi towards these thoughtforms. You lend your power and force to fuel these vampiric spooks, in effect becoming nothing more than a living battery.
All the commercials, all the movies, all the pleas about society, all that damned ritualistic behavior at sporting events suddenly begins to make sense: they provide you with a focus for your thoughts, sigils aimed at your compliance. More so, these new gods become the living spiders weaving webs in your head, controlling your actions and behavior, chaining up your spiritual being. Who needs jack-booted thugs when the great majority of the time the people willingly kneel, willingly sacrifice themselves for the greater good? Why conscript people when, raised on the fiction of national identity and the spook that they owe their lives to it, they will willingly line up to have their legs blown off for the honor of serving the bloodthirsty savior they call “Nation”?
With clear vision now, we can see the true Lovecraftian nature of this plane of existence: a brutal material jungle where the great mass of people are fodder or batteries for the projects of more powerful beings, living food and simple toys for errant spirits they refuse to believe in. We might think of humanity then as Homo somnia, “the Dreaming Person,” a creature constantly plugged into a world of discharging symbols and images shaping its behavior and thoughts in a world swarming with spiritual forces.
And what a world! Swirling clouds of eregores moving through and around the human species, individuals like walking beehives funneled with spooks and symbols. If our prayers and rituals empower the gods, or at least empower their actions on the spiritual realm, what does the collective worship of a flag or a dollar by three hundred million people do?
Have these spooks become gods in their own right?
Just as my seething rage could shatter a glass in someone else’s hand and with enough magical force I can tip the scales of fortune in my favor, don’t the Gods of Nation, Society, and Capitalism have a power and force all their own?
Smashing the New Idols
Are you free from this power, dear Sorcerer?
You who claim to traffic in ancient gods and wispy spirits on moonlit nights, who bend the very universe to your will through ritual and unseen allies, are you truly under your own power? How much of you really is you and not a byproduct of them? How much of your own spiritual power do you give away on a daily basis to the modern gods of Capital, State, and Society while swallowing all the lies of the Media?
Everywhere you turn, you are not only chained in by the Spectral Cage but strapped into it, drained of all your vital forces. Everyday you allow this to happen, but if a card-reader or medium were to tell you that a host of negative entities were draining the same vital forces, your very spiritual power and expression of self, how quickly would the cleansings engage? How earnestly would sage be smudged and protective circles cast to keep away such foul creatures?
The words of Lovecraft ring just as true for these new gods that ensnare humanity as any creature that descend upon us from Between The Spaces:
One might easily imagine an alien nucleus of substance or energy, formless or otherwise, kept alive by imperceptible or immaterial subtractions from the life-force or bodily tissues and fluids of other and more palpably living things into which it penetrates and with whose fabric it sometimes completely merges itself. It might be actively hostile, or it might be dictated merely by blind motives of self-preservation. In any case such a monster must of necessity be in our scheme of things an anomaly and an intruder, whose extirpation forms a primary duty with every man not an enemy to the world’s life, health, and sanity.
Until we rid ourselves of the spooks and fully exorcise the ghosts of these ideas within us, we will forever be chained into the Spectral Cage. No matter how free you might believe yourself, no matter how developed in your chosen art, you will in the end remain nothing but a puppet genuflecting before ideological parasites you mistakenly take for yourself.
Wilhelm Reich echoed the same in Listen, Little Man! when he said:
I want you to stop being subhuman and become “yourself.” “Yourself,” I say. Not the newspaper you read, not your vicious neighbor’s opinion, but “yourself.” I know, and you don’t, what you really are deep down. Deep down, you are what a deer, your God, your poet, or your philosopher is. But you think you’re a member of the VFW, your bowling club, or the Ku Klux Klan, and because you think so, you behave as you do.
… You listen to commercials on the radio, advertisements for laxatives, toothpaste, shoe polish, deodorants, and so on. But you are unaware of the abysmal stupidity, the abominable bad taste of the siren’s tones calculated to catch your ear. Have you ever listened closely to a nightclub entertainer’s jokes about you? About you, about himself, and your whole wretched world. Listen to your advertisements for better bowel movements and learn who and what you are.
How is that so many on this planet of ours are capable of shaking the foundations of all creation, yet they waste their lives at office desks or cheering for scraps of cloth blowing in the wind? This world is one of forces and powers, and the gods of the Spectral Cage have convinced you to relinquish your power so they can freely use theirs upon you. We worship “freedom of the press” yet understand when the State steps in and tells you some things are off the table. We cry to be given health care by the great national father instead of demanding to be healthy. We’ve become so thoroughly indoctrinated to believe we have the right to overtime pay, yet shrug our shoulders when corporations simply decide to hire twice the amount of people at half the cost to make sure we don’t get that pay.
Enzo Martucci proclaimed: “The freedom of an individual ends where his power ends.” Your power scarcely moves beyond the confines of your own skull, and even then just barely. We need not economic arguments nor plays to pity to seek the destruction of the system. The desire to awaken oneself and to become fully developed and free should suffice. The desire, the hunger, the will to manifest still beats strong in our hearts even as the gargoyles of Capitalism seek to tear it out of our chests. As long as your material conditions hamper your existence you will never climb to the heights of Occult and Spiritual ability you so longingly crave. As long as you’re trapped within the Spectral Cage of any ideology, you will be stuck drawing sigils in puddles of piss.
Why are we not demanding an end to all this, if nothing else, for the sake of ourselves?
Being merely human is something to be overcome, but they will not grant you even that. In a world of gods, ghosts, and goetic demons, we are to be condemned to be mere workers, mere citizens; we are to select from a multiple choice line of personalities excluding the only choice that matters: our own.
Forget the working class and its messianic dream that the most beaten down members of the exploited will rise up and liberate the world. Time and time again the crowds of humanity have sampled the taste of Revolution not to destroy masters altogether, but only to choose new ones. In a matter of fifty years there may not even be a working class, automation and 3D printing eliminating the vast majority of busy-work we’ve been calling jobs.
This working class is merely another entity, a mental construct, a spook, one that waits hellishly for the chance to feed on human blood. Overwhelmingly the enslaved class is interested in merely eking out a better existence for themselves at their jobs. I don’t intend to live or die for my job anymore then I plan on doing the same for the Country. The revolutions have ended up being nothing more than a changing of the guard, and none of them have had our interests in mind. I’m not fighting to create some new society, another concept larger than myself, a new master ready to rule as soon as I throw out the old.
Ideology of any kind is a cruel inversion of value: the new gods (State, Race, Revolution, Class, Humanity) becomes the only “real” thing, while the individuals inside it are reduced to mere objects; real people become things to be used as tools in service to this greater being, whatever it might dress itself up as. History up until now has been nothing more than a glut of madness that occurs when people become insects.
To what do we aspire? A powerful nation, good laws, a safe job with some benefits? No! We aspire to knowledge, to growth, to fully feel our Will to Power and manifest the greatness that lies within us. Everybody knows that this mockery we call modern living is not the point of living at all, yet we all just keep doing it. When do we say enough is enough? When does humanity as a whole stir from its slumber and fully develop? Does it even have the legs to stand on anymore?
Am I to continue to exist under the weight of these chains until the species comes around? Am I to silently pray that some outside force, some Christ-like ideology will win over the masses and point towards the science of liberation? There is no saving the species any longer, there is no teleological principle, no salvation waiting at the end of the tunnel besides the one we ourselves create.
The sheer fact that Free Spirits still exist in this world under the heavy weight of GMO’s, cancerous products, advertizing, and State-sanctioned violence is nothing short of a miracle; that humanity’s beaten corpse is still shallowly breathing should be the subject of the most heroic poems and songs.
Who exists to write them?
Remembering Who We Are
This is not a rescue. This is a recovery mission.
The Witch and Wizard have fought alongside many a struggle, but in the end they were often used as tools to further the egoism of whatever Great Cause or Nation they were spooked with. Crowley was nothing more than a puppet for British interests, just as each one of his comrades in Germany and the U.S.S.R. were.
You Occultists, you Witches, you Wizards and Conjurers! Do you not desire to be free? To cast off the chains of limitation and break out from this most wretched of prisons? Do you desire to no longer be tools but something greater? How can you exist, how can you stand to know that what makes you marvel and wonder is only half-formed within you? You have done well in a one-legged race: now is the time to put on both shoes.
Max Stirner said, “Whoever will be free must make himself free. Freedom is no fairy gift to fall into a man’s lap.”
Do you want your magical nature, perhaps a part of you that you hold so dear, to be sublimated into the mold of Good Citizen or Good Worker? Do want to sacrifice your life, your dreams, and your passions any longer to the idea of the people and new gods above you? How much longer will you submit to their power?
As the visionary group For Ourselves wrote in “The Right to be Greedy”: “We are on the verge of liberation only when it can be said of each of us that he/she has become so rebellious, so irrepressible, and so unruly that she/he cannot be mastered by anything less than his/her self.”
To be free we must take a hammer to the icons of the false gods, we must destroy Capitalism, State, and Society, along with all the focus-grouped illusions and morality given to us by the Media. We must divest them of all power, all sacredness, until they mean nothing to us. We must not only burn down each cobweb left by them in our minds, but cleanse ourselves from whatever negativity these plague-ridden spirits have brought into our lives. We must offer nothing but derisive laughter to the pimps and priests of this pantheon that enslaves us.
Nothing should remain unwounded from our own sharp scalpel of criticism, every “ought,” “should,” “must,” “need to,” and “duty” must be ruthlessly analyzed. If we find it implanted within us, rather than arising from our own will, we must cast it out like the infection it is.
Only by divesting these gods and spooks of all psychical power, all worship, can we begin to see them for what they truly are. With the Web of Ideology in flames and the Ideological Telescope smashed to pieces, we release that power, that energy back into ourselves to be used freely as we see fit. Abandon this Spectral Cage to the petty pimps, the power hungry and the puerile peons that build it brick by brick in service to ever rotating masters. Our future lies elsewhere.
The time has come to free ourselves from the chains of subservience, from unchosen duty, from undesired sacrifice to psychic creatures that only seek to devour us like the gaping maw of Tiamat. Down with all parties, all nations, all peoples! It is time to fight for ourselves, our Unique, in short, our egoism.
Let us truly begin to make ourselves!
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