The Despair Code (thoughts)

Warning: Discussion of Existential Reality. May lead to Despair (3223412)

Living out here in the Liminality, we spin through the void – somewhere between success and failure, urban and rural, youth and old age, responsibility and recklessness. Our lives are between beginnings and unknowable endings. Posessed by the daemon of Schrodinger’s design we struggle for certainty of anything, and against denial of everything. Wandering like ghosts seeking solid faith in something, swimmers seeking anything to hold us afload, we distance from the joy of loved ones beside us because of the empty-eyed shadows of those who have passed.

3223412 Alas! “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.”

In truth, we are safest in the Liminality. Because to go over the threshold – to truly Know the unknown, to Become Known ourselves is to release the Despair Code.

It’s all of these, leading to so much more

The inability of man(kind) to correlate all it’s contents perhaps is the most merciful thing in the world, but I think we often ignore the deeper implications (at least I do). And this act of ignoring what should be plainly written is not just a mercy, but a form of denial, a decision (conscious or otherwise) to hide from the truth so plainly writ before our eyes that it is itself a kind of madness, or at the very least inauthenticity in the manner of what Sartre called “bad faith.”

The knowledge I am speaking of is not the kind of forbidden lore found in old moulding tomes like the Necronomicon, nor does Lovecraft really ever say that it is. For it is never only understanding that posits a danger to our well-being; it is the combination of understanding and experience.

After all in The Call of Cthulhu, it is not ultimately the piecing together of knowledge that leads to crisis. Instead it is the Experience of Truth. There is no inherent risk in learning of the touched dreams of artists and dreamers and sensitive types brought about through the mental powers of some unknowable Alien Other.

The danger is in becoming truly creative, in letting down the walls we have erected that keep us from knowing the awfulness that hides at the core of the awesome. We know this somewhere internally and it is an ever present tension in life that leads people to adopt a wide array of strategies of avoidance.
This is perhaps why if you correlate the contents of the DSMV-V, it seems to indicate that we are all of us, at least partly, insane. (Insanity being some form of detachment from reality.)

And so we choose. We choose to either lock ourselves away with the study of books that describe (someone’s) reality, or to go out and experience it for ourselves. It is indeed a rare thing to encounter a person with the courage to do both things simultaneously.

Those that do seem to achieve both states at once sometimes go on to found a religion, or philosophy. Yet more often they meet some tragic end as they recoil too far from the Reality they have themselves discovered. Often, Religion and Philosophy are an attempt to cover or mask the true, awful beauty they have both witnessed and understood.

The ultimate denial.

As above, so below?

Intellectually, I believe I understand that truth. But I can’t articulate it fully. I can at least be honest, however, by admitting that my greatest fear (and all if ours really), isn’t actually in fear of the unknown. The fear is (or should be) a fear of ever Actually knowing in our core how indifferent the cosmos really is. Because to Know (experience with understanding) is to let it in.

To really perceive beauty in the Cosmic Indifference would be to let it take us. Should that occur we are truly fucked (we fear). Because how can there ever be safety should we become like the cosmos: indifferent to life itself?

Stay crazy. Party on. Stay here in the absurdity of the Liminality. Make the most of the short time we have on this rock. Rage for as long as possible. Because whether we ever really KNOW it or not, the lights will eventually go out. Becoming intimate with Reality is at it’s core just another path to self destruction.

Key to the Plane of Crystaline Eyes

Among the crystaline fragments of bygone eyes, Yog Sothoth (the gate and the key) waits brooding for the next great dreamer to come and weaken the veil through the Liminality.

For whom does it wait?

Might it be you this day?

Reality Justice of the PataTapestry’s Metafold Ergonodes

Jerry Goodbonnets IV, learned the Artech from ancient books of foreboding lore. Jerry, being not the brightest orb-man in the Liminality’s low-hanging-fruit worlds, decided to toy around in the upper hypnozones where what Is, and what is Not can sometimes seem the same (to one such as Jerry.)

The Unbearable Hedron god tried to warn him off, but Jerry’s hubris was complete; his fate sealed.

The justice of Yog Sothoth is swift in coming and eternal in lasting. Some places even orb-men should fear to see. The screaming lights of a neutron staropod showed Jerry Goodbonnets the way out of the Liminality and it’s larvae did feast on his flesh.

Jerry Goodbonnets Hacks the Liminality no more.

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In the Liminality, the stores shop for you…

I think I wandered into a weird pocket dimension earlier today.

I had to get specific things from Walmart for something my wife was planning on making. I never go to Walmart; I never actually even go to this town as I live equidistant between this town and one about 10x the size. But I happened to be coming from that direction today and was passing by anyway so can I please stop in for a few things? Thanks.

First off, I had this super weird vibe about people and their masks. 90% of masked people were elderly and the other 10% were employees. No one my age or younger were wearing masks. None. Everyone was also perfectly aware of what kind of statement that made. So, the tension between the generations was disturbing.

(Truth be told it’s probably been 9 months since I walked inside a grocery store. Curbside pickup is so much easier. Just build a distribution hub already. I’ll drive into a slot and get the car washed and my hair cut while groceries are loaded into the back.)



Uhh… I’m still in Walmart, right. So, I tried to do my best to fill my wife’s list, guys. I really did. Every section that was supposed to have what I needed looked like a demon ransacked it 5 minutes before and stripped it of everything I needed. The whole store was not like this; only my stuff. After the 4th unavailable item, well, I cheesed it…

…Straight across town to the Piggly Wiggly, which is clearly where the Liminality wanted me to end up. Because today at the Piggly Wiggly, the lights were half off, everyone was dead inside, and the place smelled like 1985. They had everything I needed, which meant I had to spend time getting to know the layout of ancient, mouldering display shelves that you can almost hear them groaning in rusty pain under the weight of too many products. The Products are crammed tightly, haphazardly, desperately, under off-brand signage that was made for fewer products.

This store is old. This store is angry. Built for a time when you could (should) smoke in the isles and people paid with food stamps that were literally stamps – this store had seen things. And this store had been neglected. Denied the luxury of renovation and modernization. It knows it’s glory has passed. It knows the town’s glory has passed. Patronized now only by die hard loyalists and desperate shoppers who are running late, this store is angry.

None of the people in the store had masks, except for me. I was the tear in the fabric of reality today. Because it was 1985 and you didn’t need masks. Everyone were already sick looking in the weird florescent, brown-tiled twilight. Something on the intercom was crackling and it took me a minute to recognize that management was being paged to the front for a mysterious numbered code.

Even the vegetable section was in shadow, y’all! You ever seen un-misted vegetables obfuscated under the cover of florescent dusk?!

Anyway. That’s my story. I’m going back down to the Piggly Wiggly now. It calls to me.

Extraterrestrial Growth

Out here in the Liminality, the cosmic strangeness of the “spaces-in-between-being” has its way with our forms; forcing us to evolve. Our thought-forms abandon us. Then the physical mutations begin. In the end, spiritual mutagens ensure that our souls fragment into melted malignancies multiplying via morphogenic mitosis.

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Twitter Writes

From Cosmic Liminality: @CosmicHorror77

1. Forbidden Lore

Playing foolish games with forbidden lore may catapult you into #liminal space. You must have resilience to survive, for the veil hits like a brick wall and the indignant void-dogs have a cobra’s bite.

Art: prinnyking3, Wonder2

2. Take Care When You Are Between…

“Take care when you are Between – boundaries, are arbitrary.
Wandering borderlands, third spaces or crossroads – hold your convictions.
Strange lines, like between flora and fauna (or where sentience begins), can collapse when you are alone.”

3. NanoCloud™ Beginnings

Time Travel Prompt: #vssTimeTravel

The internal clock issue became the last hindrance to human #timetravel. AI could make the jump, but our brain/body matrix couldn’t cope with the temporal reset.
Engineers had a twofold solution – a NanoCloud™ inside a 4D-phase suit.
Art: Andres Rios

4. The Doppelganger

You may “encounter” a doppelganger. You’ll never see it, just become aware that it is approaching through others’ memories.

“Remember last week when…?” you weren’t even in town.

Sightings get closer in time

Yesterday when ___

An hour ago ___

Wait. Who wrote this?

5. Building the Egregore

The slow accumulation of seemingly random ideas, facts and images – the data flow – left deposits of something in my mind. It grew in my head the way minerals in a cave build a stalagmite. But it was just the remnant of the alien stalactite (thought-form), descending from above.

It’s my fault. I found it. I found the pattern. Piecing together the scattered and disparate clues, I brought it forth from the grave where others had so carefully hidden it.

So now it’s in my head – The AWFUL IDEA – and I have to share it.

I am so Sorry

@horrorprompt 456

#SciFanSat #Satsplat

If you can get people to concentrate on your “Awful Idea,” you can essentially bring it to life. I mean, it’s always been “alive,” just isolated. Once enough people start thinking about it, though, it’s loose. Then the Watchers just track it and learn.

* Emergence

The emergent malevolent non-corporeal life form is already here. Your gaze is its gaze. Direct it with intention.

https://t.co/XoSgJfvICi

BIOLOGY of the EGREGORE

We humans are the nerve tissue of extra-dimensional emergent abominations. They will devour everything, including one another. We hope to mollify them with the pet names of Nations, Languages, Cultures. Forget that. We must expect that they will eat.

#CosmicHorror #AMWriting

6. Dada Nihilist Frogs

If you think about Extra-dimensional Nihilist Frogs trying to enter our Reality, you have given the Nihilist Frogs a foothold in our Reality.

So do not think about Extra-dimensional Nihilist Frogs.

Frogs of Oblivion?

#BadWordSat – “Original Deaths’ #WeirdFiction
When the otherworldly creatures of oblivion began to seep into our world, they came psychically through a flood of absurd memes. They ate hearts and minds one mad laugh at a time.
#SciFiSat #SatSplat #FlexVSS #vssHorror

7. Time Warps

#WritingCommunity

The timewarp became a broken reflection. Years unfurl behind as you hurdle with urgent apprehension to that point where you finally examine all you seek: the heart of the forbidden mythos.

#vss365 #whistpr #PainfulPrompts #vssDreams #2WordPrompt #StarWrites

A Lovecraftian Dimension

Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?

Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.

Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.

Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.”

All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.

The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.

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