I was there. The apocalyptic event that turned my inner-cosmos upside down, prefiguring the eternity of cycles of civilizational self-dissolvement, both within and without. I was there, and it was both majestic and terrifying. No wonder Ibn Arabi in his Kitâb Al-Jalâl Wa-l Jamâl speaks of how Beauty, by unifying the majestic clashes of expansiveness against expansiveness in simple acts such as a state of awe through bisât (the prayer-mat) is fundamentally what protects us from the underlying schizophrenia of the drunkard complexity of Life. "Unacceptable behavior in the Divine Presence is the cause for expulsion and alienation" according to Ibn Arabi. He was right, in the psychoanalytic sense. Ibn Arabi was here speaking of madness in its purest manifestation. Unity is normality, and disunity is abnormality. A flow of normals (from old to new normals, from new to ever newer normals, and so on) is the way that abnormality exposes itself to us as a machinic process. Machines don't necessarily give a fuck about the end result of our organs put together (our ORGANization if you will.) Our brain leads us to a neurotic attempt to organize everything, but our brain is also an electricity-producing machine ready to breakthrough and/or breakdown. ready to exhaust itself, ready to break, ready to fart, shit or intellectually ejaculate thoughts irrespective of "humanity." Our brains will lead us to apocalyptically riot ourselves out of a mode of existence. Elon Musk's brain may lead him to develop robots that will riot against humanity and push for it's demise (we shall return to this later on if my brain is capable of recognizing the codes it needs to recognize in other for me to remember it.)
To return to the Apocalypse I witnessed (not in a representational dream, but immanently) Ibn Arabi's notion of "expansiveness meeting with another expansiveness" is the excremental flows from (and that is) the anus without the body, and the body without organs, from different and differentiating excrements themselves. It is the schism, the conflict, the clash, the war, the contradiction, and the existential struggle. Even Rumi gets drunk on these everlasting, never-ending flows. He even spiritually vomits out his poetry from spiritual nausea and dizziness. He calls it Love, to make sense of it all, to unify it in the Mystique. One here can develop spiritual fatigue, but the Spiritual Oneness which gets affirmed, perhaps pessimistically, but ORGANically afterward is what rescues us from total schizophrenization (perhaps a service to the schizoid, given that the ontology of the schizo is never a totality.) As I write this, In a Ramadan sleep-deprived, internet-obsessed state (manifesting myself through extremely online spiritual renunciation) I also, become tired as fuck, and ready to sleep, perhaps fatalistically never escaping the schizophrenic anti-totality mechanically built in underneath the Subject of the Fitrah. Yes the Fitrah, the Natural State of Humanity, the Sacred Nostalgia our souls yearns for it without ever having it. The Void of the Subject, the Higher Self as Noble Drew Ali would have understood it, something we return to it without any chronological return. To be a Muslim is here, natural to me.
I was there in the Apocalypse of effects, I was there in the Apocalyptic confrontation between us, the monadic univocal and polyvocal assemblages of riot machines, up against the trans physical, yes, immanent cops of Neurosis. A war against both the cops within our minds and the cops without our minds. The wretched interrupters of flow, the agents of organ-fixing oedipalization. How I despise and hate the ontological police system ever more since then, is a liberatory blessing to my Soul. For my Soul remembers the end-times in the perversion of the immediacy of no time and no end. For my Soul remembers how It as Subject was there, being produced by the clash of objects, disOrganized, polyvocally, and univocally rioting and burning shit down. Holy Fire, yes, let Babylon be burned down by the Holy Fire of an Angry God. Monadic objects are being used to annihilate all impure forms of reasoning, thoughts and passions, and install in it's place the unwritten Tyrannical Axioms. This macro-reality replicates itself at the micro-level in ways that we never notice it. It all points back to Itself, the Unknown Knowledge. My Soul remembers it. It not only has dreamed of it, but it was also in reality there. When for a second, uninterrupted flows of Tartarian-Warlord-machines, African-machines, Moorish-machines, Barbarian-conspiratorially-activated-paranoiac machines flowed, queered, and broke through the boundaries set up by the cops of biopolitical neurosis. It's happening even now as we speak. It literally has no end. No final interruption. How silly must the neurotic feel, knowing he won't be able to sleep in peace because he lives in the city of Perpetual Madness. Riots, Mass-Immigration, psychedelically hateful streams of Consciousness, crime, sexual deviance, gender-destruction, and the ever-conquering flows of Domination of Pan-African, Pan-Arabic & Pan-Eurasian Islam. The race of Neurosis is white, and its sexuality is heteronormative, and we sure are putting an end to it.
To be continued...
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