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March 18, 2007

Exxon Sexxon Majik Ritual No.1

Filed under: General — ptv @ 10:05 pm

Exxon Sexxon Majik Ritual No.1
ExxonMobile Desist

Friday the 9th of February, 6.35 pm
Majik Ritual begins outside the Head quarters of Exxon Mobile, multinational oil, gas and chemical corporation, on the corner of Aldwich and Kingsway in central London, an unremarkable an unmarked glass fronted building with a large area of pavement outside.

6.35pm
Security guards inside the glass entrance engage in conversation, what looks like gesticulation is in fact magical incantation invoking power and sustaining protection for the continuation of Exxon’s activities. Sex majik ritualist stands directly in front of the entrance of the building.

6.42pm
Unknown man exits the building, glances at the sex majik ritualist, the glance has sexual undertones and signals ritual’s commencement.

6.43pm
The unknown man moves towards the sex majik ritualist who walks a trajectory the width of the building’s façade, he walks beside her keeping a even distance, the sex majik ritualist and the unknown man move in relation to each other, criss-crossing in front of the glass revolving doors gently re-crossing paths, tenderly glancing and re-glancing in a remote, back-and-forth-back-and-forth, almost dance. With their steps they trace an invisible drawing, they make a total of ten stops and thirteen lines.

6.49pm
An unknown woman passing by drops her glove at the feet of the sex majik ritualist as a signal for the ritual to end. It duly evaporates with the unknown man making off to the North, the unknown woman to the south and the sex majik ritualist to the east.

Wednesday February 15th
6.30pm
The sex majik ritualist returns to the site of Exxon Sexxon ritual no.1 to mark out in chalk the lines and stops traced by their steps. The chalk markings reveal what the body’s trajectories had configured; The Seriphiroth tree, the plan of all upper and lower things. The central pillar representing the spine through which the devine dew flows, the upper triad of the configuration working outside time and beyond understanding.

7.06pm
A known Woman walks into the ExxonMobil building and asks at the front desk “Is this the ExxonMobil Building?” to which she receives the reply “No it’s a completely different organisation, it’s something else now”.

Glossary
ExxonMobil: This multinational corporation’s activities include fighting action on climate change, actively opposing the Kyoto Protocol, presently discharging toxic waste into The Sea of Okhotsk and the Bering Sea from the oilfields at Sakhalin in Russia and in January 1998 causing an oil spill from it’s Idaho production platform in Nigeria causing a 42-kilometre long oil slick that seriously damaged fishing grounds and farmland of 61 communities.

Sex: Many and varied things including; a lingering glance, eating pickles, unsolicited physical contact on public transport, heavy breathing. . . (in patriarchal society with domination a salient principle, expand notions of sex for encounters of communication and creation)
Majik: Effecting the external through the power of will, an attempt to effect events, objects or persons by super natural powers other than prayer.
Ritual: System of religious or magical ceremonies, any word act or gesture forming part of this.

February 2006

For more information about the activities of ExxonMobil visit
www.corporatewatch.org.uk
and a legacy of the oil industry’s presence in Nigeria
www.remebersarowiwa.com

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March 13, 2007

Private Demons

Filed under: General — ptv @ 9:14 pm

Dear God,

              Sometimes i feel trapped, like im surrounded by big walls of bricks every second they close in on me. sumtimes i wish i could just lie down and dissolve into my bed into an oblivion, an eternal bliss , a state of mind not so disturbed and then seize to exist….. why do i feel this way , when theres no reason to, your perfectly fine life is steady but u still find yourself with the blade to your wrist….. immature a lil bit , but every1 has it inside of them that insecurity waiting to break out…..  Everyone has there private demons… my private demon is the future, ageing , growing old it scares the shi* out of me, so much that its hard to describe…. whats the purpose of this life, nothing really actually matters whats gonna count? whats the reason behind our actions …. were living 2 die and some on the other hand are dieing to live, i thank you God i’m not amongst them– may You have mercy upon them, but i can’t help to think the way i do….. i dont know why.. every has one …. whats you private demon?

March 4, 2007

a poem by me

Filed under: General — ptv @ 11:19 pm

a poem by me

Deep in my soul is a big black hole

i have tried to hide it but it has a mind of its own

the tangled web of fear and the powder like heart

sinks beneathe my liver and follows me like a tart

oh help me stranger i want to see the stars

i want to see the stars i want to see that stars

without my soul my heart my brain i cannot follow that yello brick lane

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