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Okay. This is kind of a difficult thing to admit to, and it will probably, at times, sound vaguley apocaloidish, but there ya go. I have been having something of an ongoing weird experience lately, and I could use a spot of assistance in sorting it out. Okay? Okay. Here goes.
During the summer, as part of my ongoing metafictional magic malarkey, I spent some time trying to, well, unify the various fictions I've used for magical and semi-magical purposes: a couple of story-universes I'd created, plus aspects of my velvetvandal identity, etc. It all went quite well, but as it developed, one godform seemed to be taking on more and more power and importance. I call this godform the Cartesian: chessy Neil Gaiman rip-off I know, but it seems to like it. What I realised as I went about my weaving was that all the villains in my little story-universes were essentially aspects of this godform. This led to me creating a kind of uber-origin story for it, tying all their separate origins together in a feat of epic retconning.
This may, in retrospect, have been a bit of a mistake.
I became obsessed with this Cartesian godform, to the extent that it became unhealthy. As you might guess from the name, the Cartesian represents reason, scientistic dogma, 'fact', stasis, etc. As I'm a pretty fiction-loving guy, I quite frankly began to feel myself harassed by the cunt. But this didn't stop me going deeper in my obsession, devoting more energy to the bastard thing.
Before going any further, you need to know a little about the nature of this beast. This bit will definitely sound apocaloidy, but bear with me. The Cartesian is the embodiment of the concept of zero - Absolute Zero. It represents a world where nothing grows or changes, where all things are fixed. A world where physical processes take place, but there is no potential, no chance, no luck, no scope for fate or faith or magic. It is, essentially, a Big Fat Fucking Quimper, only worse. And now, the bad news.
During the past week I've undergone a series of experiences which succeeded in banishing this godform from my everyday consciousness. Which is probably a good thing, except I have an uneasy feeling that in banishing it I have, in fact, released it. Which might not be a good thing, because of what I think it wants to do.
To be an aspect of zero, the Cartesian must, of course, technically be a division of zero, which is, mathematically speaking, impossible - although dividing by zero is, in fact, required for forms of Newtonian calculus and so, in a way, a lot of our maths is actually based on this impossibility. Nevertheless (and if anyone can point out a flaw in my poets' math map of this thing I'll be grateful, largely because it'll help me fuck up the bastard), the fact remains that this makes the Cartesian, avatar of rationalism, essentially irrational, and therefore unable to manifest in reality. So far, so good. However, I think manifesting as reality is something it might be able to do, due to the peculiar mathematical relationship between the concepts of zero and infinity.
Jesus, I am sounding like a fucking apocaloid now. 'Congratulations, velvetvandal, you have become schizophrenic.' But I've gone this far now, so bear with me.
I think the godform wants to make a go of manifesting around Christmas - basically because that's the nearest point of the common ritual year when there'll be enough, ahem, 'birth vibes' in the air to support its manifestation. I, of course, have a plan to kick in the fucker, but I need your help to run interference. Here's how I see it going down:
1) The Cartesian is a mathematical god - that means it works by manipulating probabilities. What it has to do to manifest is to create - for one second of Planck time, because that's all it needs - a situation where zero equals one - a situation where all possibilties are non-zero; indeed, where all probabilities are certainties. What it would then do at this point is select a future in which it becomes the known universe - a universe devoid of change, hope, growth, etc etc. Now, then...
2) This, of course, makes it uniquely vulnerable during this time, because for that one second of Planck time, any other possibility has an equal chance of manifesting. What it relies on, essentially, is that only it will be projecting any deliberately willed possibilities into the ether for one picosecond around midnight on christmas eve. I, obviously, will be doing exactly this, using a sigil roughly along the lines of 'it is my will that this annoying rogue godform get fucked in the ass and start behaving itself', but as a bit of backup fuckery, what I want you to do is this:
3) At midnight on the 24th - and I'm aware that we need to debate exactly what, to a godform like, this, would constitute midnight on 24/12/03 - atomic clock? Local time? GMT? - and we will have that discussion - I want you to visualise, or just look at, a simple sigil representing your desire. You do not have to charge it - remember, this is a picosecond's worth of time we're talking about, if that. You need to just get a flash glimpse of the sigil, which should represent any desire you have. The important thing is not what you enchant for, but the fact that you will, essentially, be tying up the probability strings while the godform makes its play. Think of it as a form of cosmic mailbombing. You should make your own decisions about the degree of probability of your sigil - they should all probably be non-certainties, but some of you may want to go for outlandish ones, others for more sensible ideas. In any case, try to make them desires that, in some way, enhance the level of fun chaos in the world. While all this happens, I shall be springing my godform trap which, since I created the fucker as my archnemesis, should have a fairly high probability of success (due to the well-known law of comic book physics which states that the hero always defeats his archnemesis at the last possible minute).
Good Lord, looking over this thing just seems mad. I'm asking you to basically fire sigils into the void at midnight on chrimbo eve to help defeat some kind of ludicrous big bad godform I've summoned up before it makes the world terminally boring. But then again, what's to be lost? Either I've gone totally, 100 (rather than 85)% nuts, in which case all I'm asking is that you visualise a sigil at midnight on Christmas Eve, which shouldn't take much effort, and therefore doesn't matter, or I'm onto something in which case it would probably be a good idea to give it a go anyway. In any case a pop at the forces of stasis is always worth a go, and there is always the probability that - due to the effects of the 'everything is possible' moment involved in this - any sigil you visualise has a better than average chance of working. Maybe. I dunno, I'm just trying to sort this thing out - it could, in actual fact, constitute nothing more apocalyptic than a threat to my personal psychocosm, but it'd be nice to have the help. If nothing else, it's helped me explore my freaky apocaloid side.
Anyway, enough nonsense. Either (a) tell me I have gone nuts, or (b) sort yourself out with a sigil for the big moment, but give me a hand here. I'm dealing with a self-created godform which seems to have gone a bit rogue on me and, while it may not exactly be hard and macho and Bond-like, it'd be nice to have some help in capping the fucker. Thanks. |
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