the cthutulu / atlantis priestess / princess

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I noticed you're radioactive.

That goes far to explain why your prose is manic, incoherent gibberish. That's probably why Atlantis sank in the abyss.

It's only gibberish if you can't speak the twilight language.

So, in other words, gibberish.

I can speak the Twilight language. And you're illiterate in both Twilight and English.

What other languages are you illiterate in?

I'll simply let everyone decide for themselves.
Chaos is a strange language, but I know some speak it fluently with me.
It's them I'm conversing with, rather than you.
Ego can be a funny thing though.

You can ride my wave or get off at any time. Door's open.

Oh, I see. Like the demon fairies, or something? Ok. Well, you have fun.

Actually, Chaos is an ephemeral force that functions on the principle of absolute universal Logos.

But, you have fun with your twilight people, or whatever you call yourselves these days.

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monarch was a cia program in the 60's that administered acid in an attempt to determine if it could be used as a mind control agent.

how knotted is your oak tree? lol

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I'm not speaking of the actual CIA program but a form of astral programming.

The logos of consciousness is eternal change.

False hope? What makes a smile anyway

astral would seem to fluid to program. lol

Change in the Greek sense of ginomai, however. Not random change of diversity for the sake of diversity; not manyhood and disorder; focussed progression toward a certain outcome. If it were not, form would be an impossibility.

You're confusing chaos with disorder. Chaos is the antithesis of disorder.

You, however, are disorder.

Indeed, it is fluid. imagine a glass container.

Chaos is disorder. Disorder is a form of order. Disorder does not truly exist, it is just a lack of understanding of the underlying pattern. When something seems devoid of meaning, we call it disorderly. However, the absence of meaning is a standard imposed by an indvidual. What seems meaningless to one has much meaning to another. Thus what I write is coded for only some.

No, Chaos is not Disorder. Disorder is Disorder.

Chaos is that Logo-centric ephemeral force that brings Disorder in Order.

Chaos is logical fluid force of light shining out of darkness.

Chaos is the ephemeral path of the storm and cyclone. It is a purposed expansion and progression, not random, not chance.

I agree that chaos is that fluid force of light shining out of darkness. I call this the luminious dark. however, it is also disorder. It is de facto part of the definition of chaos as we define it systematically.

Chaos is the vortex.

Chaos is delimiting structure, and by doing so, rearranging its fundemental components. But of course it does so without destroying these components, as energy undergoes transformation only.

When the tower falls, the pinnacle of achievement is undone, and the ego is cast down into what nefariously refer to as “the pit”. But what they do not understand is that the pit is not the end of it. The belly of the beast is where the ego goes to experience the chaos of dissolution, becoming undone.

At this point, all of the elements of the original structure still exist, albeit in a very different configuration. This is where something interesting happens, the part that coincides with the quintessence of chaos. The original structure contained an energy imprinting, the density of its electromagnetic patterning on the dimension of space.

Entropy bleeds into a haze that exists only to us as an unknown variable, but the imprinting of its prior form of a vase is preserved within the entropy, and the entropy is preserved within the field of emergence from which order is born. Just as order crosses this emergence field from potentiality into realization, it acquires a material body via the energy of light, from which its particulate information is delivered from the choppy resonance of intervals to the undying AUM which is the song of consciousness.


This is Tiamats domain, and it existed neither before or after we did, but it is naturally that to which our existence refers, because our existence is intimately balanced by the netherverse of entropy expanding our expenditure of being by pulling dead light out of time and pushing us into the light of new sensations and forms. This process is not at one pole or another but it is rather an antimatter fractal that grows out of our wake, dusting old states of being into potentiality and leaving the imprint of their past alignment in the entropy ocean where no consciousness will ever suspect there to be a boneyard of inert fragmentation hovering like a blip wherever it was first formed.

This is why it had been percieved as the great darkness, because the world of emergence kept flickering on and off, generally never the same way twice.


But there is not a universe for every possibility. The universe is a container that is in and of itself a consciousness and its choice to exist is substantial. It may exist for only one moment until the system puts too much pressure on its configuration and the beginning and ends of time can no longer continue supporting the possibility.

Chaos is not only the primary state but the ultimate state, because the secret of chaos is not one that the original limiter knew when he ticked creation. The possibility of being is a pattern that has to be weaved in order to continue remaining possible. Life didn’t begin existing when the universe and the stars stumbled upon the earth and the moon, nor when our creators, whether alien or god or else, put the genetic material in the correct catalyst and formula to materialize us.

Chao’s secret is that her entropy is a placeholder that lets potential beings emerge from environments where their existence was never possible nor sustainable, into an integrated reality where perhaps their existence could somehow be implemented.

the irony of chaos being randomness is that chaos is the most deliberate entity, as every instance of chaos exists in the context of meaning and deliberation by which it is perceived. Even the idea that something without a pattern can exist is in and of itself a patterned thought within a patterned organism.The absence of a pattern to a pattern represents a category of non-patterning. But if the cell is one small pattern in the order of personhood, personhood is one small pattern in the order of a planet, and a planet of a star, and a star of a solar system, and a solar system of a galaxy, and a galaxy of a universe. Everything is a pattern, even when the pattern changes and a new system patterns the old one out of history’s quilt.

Chaos is the midnight sun

There is no such thing as randomness. For every primal force was set into motion by purposed will. There is no such thing as random chance. It is does not exist.

Every action is acted by a will. Therefore, every outcome is deterministic.

It is a universal impossibility that there is not a universal mind that set the universe into motion.

The Void is not Chaos. Chaos is of Light. Therefore, Tiamat cannot possibly be the Chaotic force.

In Babylonian theology, Tiamat was not the active force of Chaos. The active force of the Existing One was Auv Kinuv, having arisen out of the Abyss (Apsu) and primordial sea (Tiamat).

If you seek Babylonian Chaos theology, you should rather look to Auv Kinuv rather than Tiamat.

I don't believe the chaos I speak of is an active force, but the feminine force that operates from darkness in the generative context

My ideas are based on a sort of universal cosmology, trying to tie together various interpretations in an intuitive fashion.

as it all relates to the meme and the atlantis priestess, the generative side of chaos is where I am going with this thread, as it is a female thread in spirit