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C Y C L O N O P E D I A complicity with anonymous materialsAnomalyAn anomaly deviates from a norm, is difficult to recognize or classify. Anomaly is a series which publishes heterodox, eccentric and heretical works. Mashing fact with fiction, poetry with philosophy, fish with fowl, Anomaly is a laboratory of unprecedented writings.a re.press seriesC Y C L O N O P E D I Acomplicity with anonymous materialsReza Negarestaniincognitum hactenus by Kristen Alvansonre.press Melbourne 2008re.pressPO Box 75 Seddon, non Melbourne. Australiawww.rc-prtitorgC re.press and Kcia Negarestani 100K'Ihe moral rights of the author have been assertedDatabase nght re.press (maker)Inrsl published xo©8Ail nghts reserved. 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Pnquires concerning reproduction outside the scope of the above should be sent u> repress at the above addrvivBritish Library Cota loguing-in-Publi cation Data A catalogue record for this book is available from the British I jhraryLibrary of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data A catalogue record for this book is available from the library of CongressNational Library of Australia CaUloguing-in-Publication Data Negarestani, Rcza.Cyclonopedia: complicity with anonymous materials / R«r*a Negarestani9780980M4008 (pbk.)Series: AnomalyA823.4This book is produced .sustainably using plantation timber, and printed in the destination market on demand reducing wastage and exceiw transport.Printed similuneousty in Australia, the United Kingdom and the United States.http://www.rc-prtitorgThis manuscript might never have seen the light of day were it not for the tireless efforts of Robin Mackay in reading and editing it.incognitum hactenusKristen Atvanson Turkish Airlines Flight 002Sunday, July 24. 2005Drank 2 glasses of Sauvignon Blanc at JFK airport bar Take a steeping pill on plane. Think I took a painkiller earlier in the day and a couple Advils Plane delayed on runway. In and out of consciousness - waiting, waiting, sleeping.Wake up, we are in flight ... think still ascending as the plane is slanted upwards. Not feeling well, sick; get up quickly to go to bathroom ... must get to the bathroom ...I feel faint, suddenly thinking that I may never wake up.Next thing I remember is I am on the floor and the passengers in the seats above me are peering down. I tell them I fainted and they all make a buzzing noise that sounds like ‘yeast*. Flight attendant is in front of me and is saying something. I can't hear as the floor is vibrating hard below me. I know I should get up. She reaches down to me and I pull myself up. Everyone is looking at me. I'm too out of it to be embarrassed, in the bathroom, I don't want to come out because they will all be looking at me. Sitting on the dosed seat of the toilet and doubled over, closing my eyes and it's all red.Flashes of red blood sparking with those amoeba-kidney-shaped images I get when my eyes are shut, only not blue or yellow-gold but red. I feel like i'm going to faint again. I'm going to throw up. Time passes. Blackouts of me. Seeing everything red orange. Close my eyes and red feeling of my na­ked body laying in globs of blood, coagulated and overripe blood. I open the door and the flight attendant is waiting for me. She hands me the burgundy sunglasses which must have fallen off my head when I fell. She escorts me back to my seat in the center of the middle section.Beginning to watch a movie on my laptop: Trouble Every Day reminds me of one of Frank Zappa’s songs. Thinking the movie will end soon, makes my libido ferment but I am not comfortable..Monday, July 25. 2005Traveling to Istanbul to meet a guy who goes by the Serpent-like initial11.' which is unpronounceable in English.Planned to meet I at the airport ... Arrive at airport an hour or so late; off the plane and carrying my heavy bag, switch hands back and forth to distribute the weight on my body. So far down the long corridor, walking briskly, eyeing everywhere, looking for 2.. On the moving walkway walking faster and down the corridor, my palms are sweating. Down to the visa area to buy the visa for $20 easily and quickly move into the customs line. I pass through customs and then walk forward to collect my luggage, walk down one long line of carousels ... it doesn't seem right, so I ask a couple of workers where 002 from NYC is and they direct me to 7 at the other end. Check my Blackberry while waiting for my luggage to come out Email from AG saying he has been to Istanbul, 2. not to be found in the crowd; not that I know what he looks like as he said he doesn't take photos, but will be in a dark brown shirt and wilt recognize me. I make myself stand out. wearing what I am suppose to wear and pacing the arrival area so he can find me. While I am waiting, I am thinking about what the implications of %. not meeting me are. He doesn't show after a few hours so I proceed to my hotel in Sultanahmet area called Nena Hotel which X suggested.In the van the hotel has provided on the way to the hotel, I take in all the buildings and the vegetation, as I always do, and try to figure out what the terrain looks most like. For a brief moment. I think it looks like Belize, oddly enough I take the flowers in the center of the roadway for Nerium Oleander and get excited. Buildings look prefabricated, with a squarish configuration. Streaming past lots of things, the sea to my right with many ships in it. Land to the left. The driver turns left and the van heads up a narrow cobblestone road with an incline and filled with buildings full of character. The vibes ofTurkey are distinct from anything else I have felt. I turn on my iPod and switch to the file with the pronunciation of his name he has sent me. It shows as the most played song. It is one of the things that the Germans call ‘unaussprechbar*Check in Room 302. Attempt to call 1-on the number he gave ... no answer. 2. was going to show me Istanbul as we have been in contact for a number of months since he emailed me though my Suicide Girls profile. He said he contacted me because I had listed a Warwick professor as a favorite writer and he knew him, was his friend. To make contact on SG you have to be a member and his profile was admittedly one of the strangest I had seen ... listing his location as Takla Makan, his favorite book as Eden Eden Eden, and not much else. Like the solid black image he had put tor his profile picture, 2. was evasive and rather shady ... the kind of elus»veness that turns me on. Istanbul was to be an adventure fun fun.Try to email him through his SG profile, but it is now inactive.Realization that 2. is not going to show and I have no one in Turkey and a non-refundable / exchangeable ticket, with 7 days or so to kill. So decide to make the best of the situation - sightsee and get into some trouble, forget about work. I remember I had the black book with the gray and black back cover in my hand while I was waiting for my flight to board; was starting to read my book, the cover picture showing a body streched out into black­ness.1:36pm. Contact2.via his chemncal_pink email again ... admittedly, mes* sages get pathetically desperate. No response I remember one of the rea­sons I answered his initial email was because it had pink in it (almost as if he had created that email address just to provoke me).Go out and wander around, find myself in the Blue Mosque ... legs cov­ered with a green chador Beautiful, gardens surrounding pretty, hydrangeas blooming like at home in New York. Too hot to be outside... back to the small room, on the way back,buy a bottle of Chardonnay and some takeout Turkish kebabI finally feel like I am going to wake up. Not quite sleepwalking, but confused about what time it is and where I am, I flick the still-full glass of wine over by accident and the wine hits the floor between the twin beds. Automatically react and stumble to the bathroom for a towel. Begin dabbing up the wine . . amazingly the glass has not shattered. Liquid running seeping under the bed, manage to turn the light on and look under the lifted bedspread. Half asleep half awake I see something under the bed. Wine's not going to get to it and I am done cleaning. It is filthy, and I think: go back to bed.XITuesday. July 26, 2005in the morning, sun shining through the orange tapestry curtains. I am dis­placed. I think it is jetlag. Look over on the other bed and see the dust* covered box and vaguely remember it was exhumed in the night from under my bed.I remember 2. ’s email when he said that being in the Middle East and facing its cultures and languages will be so foreign to me; it is like suddenly falling into the holes of a smoothly narrative story I have been reading for years - suddenly page numbers warp and things go missing.While listening to Lupus in Fabuta I begin to inspect the contents of the box. Items in the inventory include:A thick piece of writing titled Q/chnopvdiu with the name Reza Negar- estani handwritten on it. Sections each paperclipped with various articles for each chapter, some pages nearly hidden under small yellow post*rt notes or with margins saturated by handwritten notes and drawings in black pen and pink highlighter, making it nearly impossible for me to read. Looks like a manuscript.Business card for a computer repair shop.Box with bracelet inside.Old postcard with image of Istanbul and old Turkish text on front and more writing on the back, stuck to a Librairie de Pera card.A piece of paper carefully folded between the pages of the manuscript. It looks like a PGP encrypted public key but it is not complete. At the top of the paper a handwritten note: 'should send them my complete key’Very old page ripped from a book with an image of girt, axe and a wolfdog.VCD of a movie entitled JaipasSommcil.A photocopy of the book Tomb for 500,000 Soldiers by Pierre Guyotat.Overwhelmed by entering a new level of adventure, I pull up the items of my new inventory one by one. Now I can sympathize with t when he told me ‘there is no pleasure more extreme than to be transfixed before a new item or to find a new weapon in video games.’itNote on top of one of the sections reads 'Ayasophia the Loge of Empress second floor’ Must go there.Sun blades rolling on my Scandinavian skin. Visit Ayasophia and look around. I use the map, as I am getting help from the walkthrough I have bought to find the Loge in the Church of Holy Wisdom. Can't figure out how I should use the walkthrough by tracing the cryptic letters and icons on the floor and walls. All churches are built upon blasphemy, as 2. once told me; I can easily see it here. The images of winged abominations in the corners of the ceiling. The upper floor is a freak show of saints and martyrs, all protected by the seal which 1. once sent to me on the walls: a twisted number or a symbol starting level and then curling like the Mobius loop. It looks like the calligraphy writing on archways and on the outside of buildings here in Turkey.As I am looking around on the right side with a number of tourists in the room, a guy approaches me and says, ‘Do you speak English or Turkish?' And I say, ‘Yes English.' He gets excited and says, ‘Have you seen it?' and points to a corner where others are hovering. A small space with a black iron grate. Curious, I have to go look ... through the grate I look to the right and see the color gold He asks me after I come back what I think and I answer: I saw it. Notice a Liquid-Sky-like Astro boy figure on the floor of the main level as I am leaving.UOn the way back to the hotel I get my iPod out and put the headphones on. Walking back listening to the Music .. the sun is bleeding into my eye.Burn Burn Burn BumifResearch Reza Negarestani online:Find an article entitled ‘John Carpenter’s The Thing. White War and Hy- percamouflage', but the text has been replaced with this message: ‘This page is not available*; a piece with a similar title is in RN's manuscript. Even though the post is not available, the comments are, the first comment from RN reads: ‘Identities are the plot holes of someone else's curriculum vitae (course of life).*Ctheory, Hyperstition and Cold Me. I contact other contributors at the Hy- perstition website who seem to have known RN for a relatively long time, but none of them have met RN or could offer much help. A contributor at Hyperstition asks if I know where Reza is because he has abruptly halted his regular contributions since June 18, suggesting to me that I contact RN's Iranian friends. I look for his last article (again it says, ‘This page is temporarily unavailable'). Track a few blogs linked to on the Hyperstitionwebsite, apparently belonging to RN‘s Iranian friends. Some of the people I contacted suggest that RN must be a fictional invention of Hyperstition. a term loosely defined as fictional quantities that make themselves real. A few people think RN might be another avatar of one of the contributors at Hyperstition website, and finally some took Reza at face value, believing that he would need to host his site outside of Iran to circumvent any internet laws that could cause problems for him (maybe that's why he removed so many posts at Hyperstition).Cold Me: apparently RN's personal website, strangely hosted by a German server fmcht gefundenf upon entering a wrong URL), hosted by a German guy named B who signs himself ‘kraut-design* and seems to be paranoid about discussing RN. He replies back, ‘Don’t make trouble for reza.’Is Reza male or Female? At first I thought female, but now I would like to believe that RN is male.//Later at Night. I wake up and the room is glowing orange like the way the drapes look when the sun is curtained. But as I focus the walls get pro­gressively deeper in color and thicker and infinitely more desirable. There is an endless passion to be enciphered in this room for ever The four walls are falling in closer and turning into orange red with layers of bodies and fermenting orange pink blood lubricating them. The window. I can't get it open//This place continues to deteriorate. Hotel rooms have their own approaches to time:Wednesday, July 271 2005In the documents I found, there is a postcard and card from a bookstore on Beyoglu over in Takism, Librairie de Pera (Calipdede Cadessi 22, Tiinel, Beyoglu) Everything sounds straightforward with this clue Go to Takism,ttVwalk down the street past the fashion stores into the store where the light* ing is dim and is an exact bibliophile twin of an alchemist's workshop. Think this is one of the places where books are chosen by the dust they attract rather than their covers; the more dust they collect, the more exciting they get. The store is rich with the fragrance of an old bath dissolved into dust and decayed paper. Ask for Guracor as his name is on the card. The owner is not there so I lay out the postcard and the notes written on the front and back for his assistant. He does not speak English well enough to understand me fully ... He points to the top text on the card and says 'no Turkey'. I say, Arabic? He shakes his head. I point to the handwriting on the card on the note section... and say 'Turkish?' and he says ’Not Turkish. Farsi.' He shrugs again and so I look around the small store and find the most curious old leather book sitting on the top of the pile of books in the corner with a strange curly symbol on the spine. Walk back up Istiklal Caddesi and stop in a cafe for a glass of wine. Askthe waiter if he can translate the writing on the postcard, and he looks at the image of the church and says 'Kelisa* then motions up the street. Weird, because the postcard says Danzig, so it can't be the church up the street. He looks at the text on the back and says the top text may be old Turkish ... but can’t translate it for me.ItI pull up a section named The Z. crowd. I search online for Nergal and Tell- Abraim. a place which seems to be significant and 1 find a picture of Nergal with a two-faced head, a hyaena and an eroded face of a lion, a scorpion stinging at his penis. I switch to page 261 as the page has been marked by a pink magic marker.this was the last thing West told me before leaving Mosul with his sons to locate that Iranian oil smuggler and Doctor who claims to have the diaries of Ibn Maimum, the Persian occult-saboteur, guerilla expert and conspiracist who assisted the Fatemiun to overthrow the Caliphate regime in Egypt.' (1st Lt. Ah Osa, US V1 Battalion, 41st Infantry Regi­ment)Everyone in this manuscript seems to disappear without a trace, I noticed this after reading a note on one of the page margins, i, your contribution to the insanity reminded me of the ancient Greek and Latin scripts for plays in which the names of characters are attached to the text with their roles and the moment they should leave the stage by different means. In medieval theater, they called it Exeunt or ‘they go out'. Characters were character­ized by their exit-level. Pulp-horror takes this stage-flight to its full-fledged extremes. All that comes in must go out by any means possible.*XV//What is so bizarre about these writings - quite ironically, since I continue to read them - is that there is so much seething dread and outsized monstrosity prowling through the pages, yet there is no sex part, not even one penetra­tion. Yet I continue to read.//On my back again in my DFA 1979 T-shirt,) catch the smell of the night’s wine in my glass on the table between the beds. My head hurts between my eyes. Should get some Advil or I won't sleep but too frustrated to get up; Relax my mouth, relax my feet and toes, finally begin to feel some pleasure taking away the pain in my head, like the pleasure of losing your limbs one by one. The only thing that makes me feel secure is having repeated visions of being XXX ... there is no body in my vision, there is something but I don't know what it is. I'm not sure if I vaguely think it is 7., the writer of the notes, RN, or something else. It is not like making out with spirits but rather some­thing which has stripped itself of body to be a better subject of penetration, to be obscenely deeper. Get up to go to the bathroom. Take 2 more Advils. Will I have enough to make it through the trip? Left hand downward tight between my legs and holding the tapestry bedspread I don't know why ... At some point I give up as the drumming in my head takes over. Sleep the only way to stop.itThinking maybe l*ll do some more online searching on RN ... but for the moment it takes too much energy to get the laptop and log on. I feel frus* trated with this game.itClues or evidences are the most relentless plot holes; they can even linger after a story fades away.itss sTry to change my room as 302 is really getting to me. There is someone in the window across the way who keeps looking over at me.itI go out for lunch ... TimeOutl Guide says Rami Restaurant is ‘one of the district's classier options.' Up to the top floor, I sit in a room with a woodenXVIfloor which produces creaking sounds as I walk, making me believe that they are choosing not to repair the place to make it more authentic - the effect really works. Wonder whether, H an antique seller or a retie expert ran a restaurant, the setting would be like this. I start to read RN’s text from page 41, 'Palaeopetrology: From Gog-Magog Axis to Petropunkism', not getting very far because the praying at the Blue Mosque is coming on over the loudspeaker and drowning my thoughts. The food bears the genuine­ness of a culinary relic. I head down the stairs to leave. The stairs have a unique space of their own, a Piranesiesque structure spiraling down. I notice a James Spader photo there on the wall. James Spader - my favorite cult actor! Wonder to myself, do celebrities carry around glossy photographs of themselves to autograph everywhere they go?//Walls are perfect objects to play things on, scenes which join together the sense of ‘beyond’ and the sense of confinement. As I am writing now in room 302, and picking up letters, the chair is swiveling and leaving marks on the wall. It looks like a constellation of inscriptions written on the wail with infinite barbs and talons; it is the shape of writing. I wonder what this manuscript's shape of writing is.//Business card for VEGA COMPUTERS in Maltepe; note on back says 'Laptop Repair 100£. Ozden will not erase the manuscript or notes’.Take a cab very far, maybe two hours in traffic, to the shop to try and find the laptop and additional information ... Get there, finally find the place and present the card. The store owner disappears leaving another guy with me. I’m waiting and waiting for what seems like forever.The shop is located in a bazaar with various stands. As I wait, the tattoo art* ist whose shop, Anatolia Tattoo, is at the end of the bazaar comes over and starts talking to me. He asks if I have any tattoos, and I tell him ’No’. Why don‘t I get one, he says. I think, well, after coming all the way to Maltepe, I should make the trip worthwhile ... I've been wanting a tattoo anyway. The owner finally returns with a black laptop that looks oldish. I ask him if I can turn it on to check it out. He wants me to pay first, but 1 say I want to test it. Boot it. The thing runs loud and loads slow. When the desktop comes up, 1 see there are the usual icons, clustered on a black and white grainy image of what looks like a human cutting himself open with a straight razor. As I switch to the start program. I see other programs too: mathtype, lindo,mathcad, maple, fuzzygen. Go into Documents, but when I try open one. I find they are all PGP encrypted. Every single one of them. I go on the search browser and check the history and bookmarks ... find two links bookmarked in netscape browser and quickly write them down.http://tinyurl.com/54wvo6http://students.cs.byu.edu/~chariajw/Woodbury/givenNames.dictCheck the CD slot and find a CD. When the guy is not looking. I slip it into my bag. Then tell the owner I'll come back to pick the laptop up after I get the money. Think about it as I walk around and decide the laptop is really useless.//Back in the room with EFES beer as the store did not have Corona. If I can't pass through these plot holes, then it is the best to leave my own holes.//Pink magnolias, NYPL. NYBG. cherry blossoms in DC more pink ... a fleshed out nipple, a bleeding heart, little girls' pink velvet ribbons, pink spaces, pink lights, my entryway and upstairs foyer bright pink glaze, a pink cashmere sweater set, Christos' pink, pink blush, or the lack of need for blush cotton candy Pink poodles or pink cats pink cover of Laches the most perfect shade of pink lipstick pink cd holders pink pearl necklace pink pearl earrings pink camisole pink highlighter pink Christmas lights and pink flowers* peonies, tulips, Christmas Catcus in bloom in my room, pinkish lilac, pink hydrangea, ptnk rose of sharons, rare pink poppies, carpet roses, spinning in pink flow­ers ... begonia, spider flowers, cosmos, sweet peas, toadflax, moonwort, petunias, phloxi, butterfly flower, sun moss, wax pink, lilies, caprifohaceae, pink wisteria, malvaceae, oyster plant in pink, floxglove, caryophyllaceae, heather, theaceae, magnolias, Chinese crab apple flash by my eyes. Pink torrent//On another page margin, rt reads: 'Xenopoetics has something to do withcomposing out of distorted materials. One page is missing, one or two lines are pseudonymously or anonymously quoted, one scene leaks from the future to the past, an object evades chronological sequences, a number turns into a cipher, everything looms as an accentuated clue around which all subjects aimlessly orbit, leading into an eclipsed riddle whose duty is not to enlighten but to make blind (aporos to the light). Fields of xenopoetics grow sporadically (until their final takeover of the work) around the regionsXV*http://tinyurl.com/54wvo6http://students.cs.byu.edu/~chariajw/Woodbury/givenNames.dictoverwhelming with a range of distortions from inauthenticity and cor­rupted authorship to structural holes (configurative bugs) and subterranean structures of hidden writing; xenopoetics does not necessarily insinuate adventurous modes of expression or prose.' Reading about misauthorship and inauthenticity, I am compelled to write on the left margin of a page of the manuscript, ‘Am I not the most generous parent who feeds her children with her own meat?'... trying to match my handwritingitWalking back to the hotel I pass an outside restaurant... lots of activity and laughter. Looks very nice, with wooden-framed furniture and qlim cushions .. makeshift comfortable couches, Turkish rugs on the ground .. women playing takht-e-nard and groups of young people smoking apple hookah. I think back to the only time I tried this in New Orleans ... pause for longer than a moment... and again. Back to the room.itBlackouts ... seeing rodents climbing the walls, thousands, millions of them like wingless birds flying through the void. It vaguely reminds me of F. M. Cornford's The Unwritten Philosophy. on ancient Greek cosmogony. Also reminds me of the artist who makes those Rodent sculptures I saw at the Saatchi Gallery in London, like chunks of rats layered and layered on each other.//Hotel rooms are Xanadus of things to be exhumed (the cheaper the price, the more oddities you might run into). Found something very interesting in the wardrobe of 302 ... The concept of progress must be grounded in the idea of catastrophe. That things are 'status quo' is the catastrophe. It is not an ever-present possibility but what in each case is given. Thus Strindberg (in To Damascus?): Hell is not something that awaits us, but this life here and now.' Put it in my pocket. I must remember to check the reference to Strindberg online.itIn the box, there is a beautiful Pink Mother of Pearl and sterling bracelet with a note attached: ‘Sahereh, deav-sar doustat daram’. There is no ad­dress on the receipt, which is just marked Artist Bazaar and a handwritten note in Persian which reads ‘nazdik*e masjed-e Abie*. I try the bracelet on; it fits perfectly and rests on the front of my hand in the most curious manner.I wear the bracelet to the Artist Bazaar to ask about the purchaser... WhenXIXI get there, there is more than one jewelry store; so go jewelry-store-by- jewelry-store to see where it came from ... come up empty.//A sun blister is growing on my left shoulder where I had been leaving my skin exposed. First irritation, but now days later after putting more lotions on it seems worse. Past the point of pink, it is raw red where the skin is open the size of a penny. Edge of round blister is black along most of the line. I sit in the room constantly touching it, pressing down the infection. Don't touch, I think.//It’s true that the Middle East is the best place to go missing ... the best place to get lost.When it is time to leave and I can not find RN or 1, I decide to take the manuscript back to the US with the intention of publishing it.for sorceressCONTENTSBACTERIAL ARCHEOLOGY: NETHER. SUB-SOIL AND XENO- CHEMICAL INSIDERSPalaeopetrology: From Gog-Magog Axis to PetropuniosmExcursus I: Incomplete Burning, P/rode monism and Nawmm-obsessionMachines Ape DiggingExcursus II: Memory and ( )hole complexPipeline Odyssey: The Z MonologueEXHUMATIONS: RELICS AND DIABOLIC PARTICLES An Assyrjan ReucExcursus III: Occult, the State's Macropoutics and Political Pollution The Dead Mother of All Contagions Excursus IV: Meteorological Teratology MistmareExcursus V: Fog oh, a retrospect>on on obscurantsTHE LEGION: WARMACHINES. PREDATORS AND PESTSThe Dust EnforcerExcursus VI: Xeno-agents and the Assyrian Axis of Evil-agajnst-Evil The Thing: White War and Hyfercamouoage3War as a MachineExcursus VII: The Cooex of YatuTELLURIAN INSURGENCIES: XERODROME. SOLAR TEMPESTS AND EARTH-SUN AXESTELLURO-MAGN£TK: CONSPlRACr TOVWRDS THE Sun I: SOlAR RaTTLE Excursus VIII: Barsawc Music and Vowelless Alphabets Fft/t Billion Years of Hell-engineering Telluro-magnetic Conspiracy Tov r̂os the Sun II: The CoreExcursus IX: Dracolatry, Writing with the Middle East Mesopotamian Axis of Communication Excursus X: Az and DbtrudoUNCHARTED REGIONS: CATALYTIC SPACES DecayExcursus XI: Life ModelingPOLYT1CS: COMPLICITY AND SCHIZOTRATEGIES FOR OPENNESS AND INSURGENCYA Good Meal: The Schizotrategc EdgeThe Z. crowd: The Infested Germ-cell of MonotheismExcursus XII: The Heretical HolocaustExcursus XII: Schzotrategv and the Dawn of ParanoiaNOTES GLOSSARY *• The transcriptions of notes handwritten on the margins of the onginai manuscript pages have been indicated by a double dagger symbol and located at the foot of the page The superscripted numbers in the text refer to the notes which are found at the end of the text as endnotes.4In Showvat of 783 AH. Um ol-Ghathra was in a caravan heading to Khurasan, Iran for trade and pilgrimage, hwards the end of its journey, the caravan changed its direction m the rvght becouse what they sighted ahead m thetr assumed direction was a lagoon instead of a city. After a few days of wandering, they headed back for thetr homes. Once settted. Um ol-Ghath/a began to write a treatise on what would later be colled the Middle Bast as a senoent and Itvtng entity - alive in a very literal sense of the word, apart from all metaphor or aSegory. Time passed, and Um al-Ghathro heard from feikw tracers that the caravan hod changed its course by mistake on that night: their orientation hod in fact been good; whot they had mistaken for a salt lake was o pyramid formed fromo pile of tens of thousands of skulls from the recentiy socked city. gtowî g in the light of a hundred tarred torches.BACTERIAL ARCHEOLOGYNETHER. SUB-SOIL AND XENO-CHEMICAL INSIDERSPALAEOPETROLOGY FROM COG'MAGOC AXIS TO PETROPUNKISM11 March 2004 Somewhere amidst the fog of the Net. behind a seemingly forgotten website, in Hyperstition's password-protected laboratory — a location for exploring a diverse range of subjects from the occult to fictional quantities, from warmachines to bacterial archeology, heresy-engineering and decimal sorceries (Qabalah, Schizomath, Decimal Labyrinth and Tic-xenotation), and swarming with renegade academics, pyromaniac philosophers and cryptogenic autodidacts — there is a tumultuous discussion. The commotion has begun over the newly discovered notes of the former professor of Tehran University, the archeologist and researcher of Mesopotamian occultural meltdowns. Middle East and ancient mathematics, Dr. Hamid Parsani.Arrested by SAVAK secret police during the Shah’s regime in Iran for his unpatriotic activities and dissemination of fake versions of the glorious Persian history, Parsani was finally dismissed from Tehran University during the cultural reformation following the 1979 Revolution, for what was termed ‘insufficient scholarship'. The notes — more like the contents of Parsani's office trash can than a notebook of an exceedingly disciplined scholar — have been disclosed to the Hyperstition team by one of Parsani's secret students who teaches ancient middle-eastern languages in one of the branches of Azad University in Iran. Before the Revolution, Parsani's sole book Soorat-zoda-eeaz Iran-e Boston: 9500 Sal Nabood-khanie (Defacing the Ancient Persia: 9500 years call for destruction)' was banned and entirely confiscated after hitting the publicmarket. Even during the post-Revolution era, permission was never given for re-publication of the book.After his academic exile (1981-1995), Parsani was hired by a middle- eastern architectural practice based in Egypt. Enjoying financial security over a long period, he eventually nullified his contract with the Egyptian company and established a private research institute which lasted for nine months. It seems the only aim of this institute was to acquire permission from Iran's Cultural Heritage Organization to cooperate with public bodies involved with archeo­logical projects led by the government, and to assemble an elite team of reliable and professional archeoiogists, linguists and even mathematicians.There is no information about Parsani's activities from 1378 (1999) to 1379 (2000); he suddenly disappeared along with his team. There are reports of il­legal excavations near the rich archeological site Ghal'eh Dokh'tar in Gonabad, and diggings in Ahvaz and Kerman parallel to his disappearance. One reliable source, however, confirms that Parsani contacted a family in Kerman believed to be the descendants of the Haftvad dynasty, the legend of whose wealth and terrible fate is well-known in Iranian folklore. Before the rise of the Sassanids (the last dynasty before Islam in Persia), at the time that Ardeshir, the founder of the Sassanid dynasty, conquered all regions of Persia one after another, only this one mighty family succeeded in standing against Ardeshir. Stories tell of a giant gluttonous worm kept by the Haftvad family as their familiar and guar­antor of their power. The worm was eventually destroyed by an assassin sent by Ardeshir who disguised himself as a merchant and poured molten metal into the acephalous mouth of the Haftvads’ worm. The destruction of the worm is believed to have sealed a permanent curse on Kerman, according to which the city would eventually be destroyed.Following his reappearance in late 2000, Parsani started a project for locat­ing an artifact named Khaj-eAkht or the Cross of Akht. Parsani’s old friends all confirm that they found him too unstable and lacking in the principled behavior expected from a scholar. An old colleague describes him regretfully as a volatile genius entertaining a bunch of teenage nitwits: 'He constantly rambles on about a heretic Zoroastrian mage and sorcerer named Akht who was mentioned in the Zoroastrian books Denkard and Yavisht i Friyun.3 These rants concern Akht's cross, his last three riddles which went unanswered, something about the “flowing source of the black flame", an omnipresent blob worshipped by Akht-Yatu, a cult led by Akht during his lifetime and after his execution; and the Quranic references to Yajooj (Gog) and Majooj (Magog), the People of the Eye, and many other topics usually entertained only by unhealthily-minded teenag­ers. who, neglecting their schoolwork, think such nonsense to be "cool". His skin disease, I think, has entered a more serious phase.'Another former friend of Parsani adds: ’Parsani's recent writings lack his former stylistic prose and sense of highbrow erudition; as if he has been struck by something he cannot digest, some stupefying discovery he is unable toThe University remains in a period of post-Parsanism trauma, suffering greatly from the chauvinistic Persianism still simmering in ethnocultural, anthropological and political studies. So I suspect that these sharp repri­mands against Parsani's recent activities are only natural; after all, you can­not deface the ancient Persia and walk unmolested among people whose sole scholarly concern is to replace the Arabic letter F with the Persian letter P. It is difficult for me. as one of Parsani's first students, to be forced into any premature conclusion as to whether his recent comments on the ge­nealogy of Monotheism and the rise of the Middle East as an autonomous entity are really of any intellectual value or not. Nevertheless, his recent remarks seem to converge with the one and only book he published, but from an opposite direction. So they should be analyzed with equal enthu­siasm to that with which we dissected and discussed that precious volume. Finally, I should add that what my other colleagues identify as defective prose or an unscholarly approach is more than anything a quite logical and predictable development of his initial writings into something appropriate to these theories and discoveries — something that perfectly matches the nonjudgmental monstrosity of his chronic illness, or what he used to call leper creativity. (Prof. Anush Sarchisian)According to Parsani's notes, he discovered two carvings of the cross: one in Kerman province (recovered by the Haftvad family after the Bam earthquake in 2003) and one in the ancient city of Susa near Ahvaz, Iran. In 647 BCE. the Elamite empire was devastated and their capital Susa was sacked by the Assyrians on the pretext that an unnameable abomination was surfacing there, and that everything that came into contact with that benighted entity had to be eradicated. Ashurbanipal, the king of Assyria, triumphantly claimed that in order to purge the land and cleanse the kingdom of creatures, he carried away the bones of the Elamite people toward the land of Ashur. disinterred the tombs and exposed their contents to the bleaching rays of the Sun and even sowed the land with salt and quicklime. In Parsani’s notes, this obscure abomination is identified as the main motive for the further archeological investigation that resulted in the discovery of the first carved relief of the cross, referred to as* How long has it been since I left this room?dramatize.’ While a former student noted that:the Cross of Akht . This first carving, according to thenotes, had been partly eroded. Carved from gagates, approximately 9 by 20 centimeters, some of the cross’s prominent features are strikingly similar to those of the Haftvad cross.*Different summaries of these features are found throughout the notes; in one paragraph, however, Parsani reveals some additional information:Both crosses are identical in some curious way. Strangely this one has twohandles instead of one. The cross is comprised of two main parts, the star- head and the handles. The basic geometry of the head consists of a deca­gon with triangles positioned on its sides, forming a star corresponding with Khur (the Sun). But one side of the decagon is forked, to form two handles. One can thus surmise that this is no Zurvanite star or Sun because the star is incomplete and lacks the full complement of ten triangles cor­responding to the sides of the decagon. The last sacred triangle has been intentionally replaced by two vertical parallel lines, and this for reasons unknown. Recall, however, that they spoke always of a buried terrestrial sun which must be exhumed, a rotting sun oozing black flame, the black corpse of the sun. And even the name Akht corresponds to the incomplete form of the broken star. One must be blind not to notice that even the ancient Persian word Akht or Art meaning pest) is a truncated form of the word Akhtar (ĵ ', Star, referring to the Sun) with its last letter (the letter R, J) cutoff.The notes show that Parsani later obtained a handmade model of the cross in the city of Taft (Yazd province, Iran). The cross, Parsani's examination determined, belonged to the late fourteenth or early fifteenth century, having been made sometime after Timur's (Tamerlane) conquest of Persia:I came upon an artfully crafted model of the cross in the old bazaar. 18 by 7 centimeters, in silver, with a tiny lock between the two handles. After some considerable effort, I succeeded finally in opening the artifact, which revealed it to comprise a most curious andsurprisingly complex contriv­ance. At every corner of the triangles there is one rotating joint; the last two joints connect the star-head to handles, the latter being in the form of knee-joints, whose rotation is limited to 90 degrees, so that fully rotated they form two opposing horizontal lines. This peculiar arrangement gives the additional property that the cross can be folded into something else, another entirely different artifact, another cross: In unfolding the cross, one rotates the joints on the triangles synchronously, with equal force distributed on the two handles, thus pushing them in opposite directions towards each other Correspondingly, the decagonal head of the cross is folded to an upside-down cruxcommissa (the letter T). the cross of Nim­rod and later St. Anthony's cross, initially used in worship of the summer Sun or Sun god. and used to hold human sacrifices during immolation. Am I mistaken in believing that the downward crux commissa bespeaks a symbolic emphasis on a rebellious position against the sun. whose symbol is an upward or normal crux commissa? The downward cross might also insinuate a descent, perhaps a fallen Sun god or the collapse of the solar empire. If the cnix commissa is historically interpreted in terms of advent, the downward crux commissa or the folded Cross of Akht must be un­derstood in terms of awakening. The horizontal part of this new artifact isconstituted of the cross's handles while the vertical part is formed by the folded triangles. On both handles, we find the Quranic reference to Naft (oil and petroleum),* on the left handle there is the word Yajooj (Cog) and on the right handle the word Majooj (Magog). Further, each corner of the star (each triangle) is marked by a number, inner vertices running from 1 to 8 (in this model clockwise and essentially stepwise), external vertices in an opposite direction (anti-clockwise) from 1 to 9. On each side of the triangles, there is an unfinished sentence or word. As final proof of the ingenuity of this unique device, once the triangles are folded to form the vertical part of the upside-down cruxcommissa, a complete sentence can be read: ‘The day Yajooj and Majooj (Gog and Magog) come out, we shall leave them to surge like waves upon one another.* [The Quran, 18:99] (See Fig. 1, Fig. 2. Fig. 3-1)Fig. 1 The vertical dissection of the Cross of Akht with its vertex-joints; note that the joints connecting handles to the sUr-head are different from the joints used in vertices (left) sketch of the Cross of Akht (right)The Cross of Akht has frequently been referred to as the broken star, the star-head and the black sun-flower. In his notes, Parsani personifies the Cross of Akht as an inorganic demon,4 a sentient relic with the ability to numeri­cally grasp all the undercurrents and inconsistent events of the Earth as modes of narration. ‘It can narrate the plot holes of every planetary scenario, from textual narrations to global political narrations,' Parsani writes. The Cross of Akht can diagram planetary events of epic proportions in the form of various modes of heterogeneous or anomalous narration. Idolized by Hamid Parsani as the supreme ‘narration lube*, the Cross of Akht delineates the activities and ontogenesis of global dynamics according to the lubricating chemistry of oil or petroleum, i.e. it grasps all narrations of the Earth through oil. It is also used as a model for simulating the power formations and political commotions of theMiddle East. The cross of Akht, and its transformations, offer a diagram for the intrepid blasphemy of the Middle East against all modes of global hegemony and political models which perceive global dynamics as a whole.Fig. 2 Numerical anatomy of the Cross of Akht and its traits. Each outer vertex makes a nine-sum and ten-sum coupling with inner vertices. Handles of the cross are numerically designated as zero.On another page, Parsani gives a further description of the Cross of Akht:All three crosses are in the form of broken stars with triangles mounted on a decagon. And all correspond with the oldest version, that degraded cross recovered from Susa’s necropolis where even the skulls smelled of petrol. The Haftvad version of the cross is unique: Triangles have been carved over a circle which environs three intertwining snakes whose coils are aligned together along three intersecting axes (A)- Part of the carved relief has been terribly eroded but the carving of the circle portrays reptilian scales of cycloid type which add to the enigmatic quality of this carving. Such reptile scales belong only to the Typhlopidae family of snakes whose rostral scale overhangs the mouth to form a shovel-like burrowing structure and whose tail ends with a horn-like scale. All this attests — if I am not mistaken — to the fact that the circle with its snake-ridden interior must be Akht's Wheel of Pestilence. These sinister visual connotations conspire with the physical weight of the Haftvad cross, lending it the aspect of a weapon rather than a mere diagram. Mace or club-like, it corresponds to the mace of Aeshma- Daeva who in the demonolatry of Zoroastrianism sleeps with Manushak. the lecherous sister of Manuschihar. The offspring of this consummation is a cult whose every activity, whether righteous or corrupting, damages the order of creation and reduces its wholeness. This is the cult upon which Akht based and assembled his own cult. In a religious scripture bequeathed to the Haftvad family by their ancestors, we find mention of thirty-six enigmas or riddles posed by Akht in confrontation with the Zoroastrian Yavisht from the Friyan family, three of which are left unanswered by Yav- isht. The Zoroastrian scriptures, however, give a distorted account of this event, according to which there were only thirty-three riddles, all of which Yavisht answered in his duel with Akht. According to the Zoroastrian ac­count. Akht was executed by Yavisht for being defeated in the contest. The Haftvad scripture suggests that the Cross of Akht, referred to in the text as the Haft or the Helve, itself constitutes the answer to the last three remain­ing enigmas of the thirty-six. In contrast to the Zoroastrian scriptures, Akht disappears after forging his cross over the course of fourteen Fridays.Parsani's manuscript evoked a feverish excitement in Hyperstition's labora­tory as the discovery of these notes on the cross of Akht — an artifact whose 'decimal gates* opened onto an inorganic pestilence, recovered from a forsaken perpetuity, or the 'Ancient Without Tradition’ — coincided with one of Hypersti­tion's theoretico-fictional projects. This project explored nexuses between nu­meracy. Tellurian dynamics, warmachines and petropolitics, models for grasping war-as-a-machine and monotheistic apocalypticism, all in connection with the Middle East. The project had been temporarily halted for lack of what may be called 'technical elements for the fictional side': what was missing was some vehicle for transporting the theoretical carriers in their expedition, a narrativeline with the appropriate authority to mobilize the fictional side of the project.Moreover, Parsani's breakthrough was coincidental with an ongoing discus- sion at Hyperstition's laboratory crisscrossing between the Deleuze-Guattarian model of the ’war machine* and desert-nomadism. The discussion was spiralling through a series of theoretical confrontations between jungle militarism (the Vietnam war or the process of NAMification) and desert-militarism (War-on- Terror and Mecca-nomics). The discussion at Hyperstition ultimately developed into what would later be defined as 'biobjectivity', or the logics of petropolitical undercurrents. According to a blobjective point of view, petropolitical undercur­rents function as narrative lubes: they interconnect inconsistencies, anomalies or what we might simply call the ‘plot holes'in narratives of planetary formations and activities. To this extent, petropolitical undercurrents run through terrestrial decoding machines, conspiracies, polytics and Tellurian dynamics — or what, in Gilles Deleuze and F6tix Guattari's somewhat aestheticist and conservative appropriation, is known as the New Earth (on the basis of what calendar, ac­cording to which planetary reference, is this New Earth announced?) A blobjec­tive view necessarily diverges from the Earth as a whole towards an entirely different entity, an earth under the process of 'Eradication*, as it was called in Hyperstition's laboratory. Eradication as a process spreads out in at least three directions: (1) the leveling of all planetary erections (idols?), or the attainment of a burning immanence with the Sun (the solar outside) and the burning core of the Earth (the Insider), (2) the immersion of the planetary body in flows and undercurrents, pushing the Earth towards full-fledged sogginess, (3) a partici­pation with the Earth as a manifest degenerate entity for which wholeness is but a superficial distraction. The blobjective viewpoint was further developed through interminable online conversations between Hyperstition participants (whose 'real names' have been omitted here):X: The contemporary war machine (the grasping of war as a machine) does not correspond easily to the Deleuze-Guattarian model because: (1) it includes Abrahamic or monotheistic escalation and monotheism as stimulating components; (2) it has war as an object, or - more exactly - a product; (3) it consummates the technocapitalist oecumenon through synthesis with Islamic monotheistic enthusiasm (subtracting the supposed potential for ‘secularization’ as an Abrahamic teleology).2: This is precisely the Gog-Magog Axis: 'Consummating the technocapi­talist oecumenon through synthesis with Islamic monotheistic enthusiasm (subtracting the supposed potential for 'secularization' as an Abrahamic teleology).' However, the Gog-Magog Axis eventually crosses technocapi­talism with something else.To grasp war as a machine, or in other words, to inquire into the Abrahamic war machine in its relation to the technocapitalist war machine, we must first realize which components allow Technocapitalism and Abra* hamic monotheism to reciprocate at all, even on a synergistically hostilelevel. The answer is oil: War on Terror cannot be radically and technically grasped as a machine without consideration of the oil that greases its parts and recomposes its flows; such consideration must begin with the twilight of hydrocarbon and the very dawn of the Earth. In Dean Koontz’s novel Phantoms, Timothy Flyte, a renegade paleontologist who considers himself a professor of Ancient Epidemics, is a tabloid writer researching an unnam- able Tellurian sentient being which he calls the Ancient Enemy, responsible for devouring countless civilizations (the Aztecs and the Lost Colony at Roanoke, for example). A bio-chemical combat unit invites him (in line with The Exorcist, in which neurologists invite a vicar for assistance) to in­vestigate the mysterious disappearance of people in a village in Colorado. The Ancient Enemy is a Thing*like bio-hazardous predator hunting organic entities, using bio-sorcery and mutating various organic phyla (possessing a soldier and turning his blood into a small lizard). The Ancient Enemy is trying to spread its gospel via three chosen characters. Timothy Flyte finds many parallel traits between The Ancient Enemy and The Antichrist. Examining the corpses of victims, he detects traces of porphyrin, a chemi­cal substance common to blood, plants and petroleum. The Ancient Enemy or the Tellurian Antichrist which persistently looms in the Mesopotamian dead seas (originally where Antichrist comes from) or near the oceans is Petroleum or Naft (Arabic and Farsi word for oil).According to the classic theory of fossil fuels (i.e. excluding Thomas Gold’s theory of the Deep Hot Biosphere), petroleum was formed as a Tellurian entity under unimaginable pressure and heat in the absence of oxygen and between the strata, in absolute isolation — a typical Freudian Oedipal case, then ... Petroleum's hadean formation developed a satanic sentience through the politics of in-between which inevitably ‘wells up’ through the God-complex deposited in the strata (the logic of ’double- articulation, the double-pincer' according to Deleuze and Guattari), to the surface. Envenomed by the totalitarian logic of the tetragrammaton, yet chemically and morphologically depraving and traumatizing Divine logic, petroleum's autonomous line of emergence is twisted beyond recogni­tion. Emerged under such conditions, petroleum possesses tendencies for mass intoxication on pandemic scales (different from but corresponding to capitalism’s voodoo economy and other types of global possession systems) Petroleum is able to gather the necessary geo-political undercur­rents (subterranean or blobjective narrations of politics, economy, religion, etc.) required for the process of Eradication or the moving of the Earth's body toward the Tellurian Omega — the utter degradation of the Earth as a Whole. As the ultimate Desert or Xerodrome, the Tellurian Omega engineers a plane of utter immanence with the Sun where the communica­tor can no longer be discriminated from what is communicated to the Sun. Xerodrome is the Earth of becoming-Gas or cremation-to-Dust. Ironically, this earth as a degenerate wholeness and twisted sentience overlaps withthe Desert of Cod on which no idot may be erected. And in fact, the desert of God is manipulated on behalf of the Tellurian Omega and its undercur­rents. Monotheism in its ultimate scenario is a call for the Desert — the monopolistic abode of the Divine. In the end, everything must be leveled to fulfill the omnipresence and oneness of the Divine. So that for radical Ji- hadis, the desert is an ideal battlefield; to desertify the earth is to make the earth ready for change in the name of the Divine's monopoly, as opposed to terrestrial idols. In line with Wahhabi and Taliban Jihadis, for whom every erected thing, so to speak, every verticality, is a manifest idol, the desert, as militant horizontality, is the promised land of the Divine.In light of the emphatic horizontality of the desert in monotheistic apocalypticism. Deleuze and Guattari's model of horizontality or plane of consistency can only be a betrayal of radical politics and a hazardous misunderstanding of the war machine. However, in geological reality, monotheism functions as an involuntary host for Tellurian insurgencies and undercurrents; it is directly connected to the twisted nether regions of the Earth itself. Monotheism is a convoluted plane of tactics and meta-strategies for giving rise to Tellurian blasphemies or twisted strains of geological reality. In the wake of monotheism, Tellurian insurgencies feed on their corresponding, seemingly religious counterparts belonging to the monopoly of the Divine: the blobjective earth is nurtured by petropolitics. Tellurian Omega grows on the desert of God, ad infinitum The Kingdom of Apocalypse or monotheistic desert is a passageway through which the Earth's ultimate blasphemy with the Outside smuggles itself in and begins to unfold. The apocalyptic desert is a field through which the Tellurian Dynamics of the Earth can be ingrained within anthropomorphic belief sys­tems. Camouflaged within the formation of belief, Tellurian insurgencies can be safely accelerated, steadily developed, anomalously recomposed and intensified by anthropomorphic entities, either through religions or through seemingly secular societies whose economic systems are still rooted in monotheistic platforms. In which case, there is no worse Tellurian blasphemy than 'Thy Kingdom come'. Those Mecca-nomic agencies of War on Terror who consider everything that is not a desert a violationagainst the all-consuming hegemony of God crave for the desert as a ground independent of Earth and its inhabitants; but what they actually achieve, and passively cooperate with, is the Tellurian insurgency of the Earth toward Xerodrome. Ibn Hamedani calls this desert the ‘Mother of All Plagues' — a plan(e) for reaching immanence with the molten core of the Earth and the Sun (the tide of extinction). On this plane, you either turn into diabolical particles, or evaporate and are recollected as cosmic-pest ingredients. This is exactly where religious extremists (the Taliban, with their ironically phallomaniac hatred for anything erected, for instance) turn into the stealth mercenaries of geological insurgencies, the cult of Tellurian Blasphemy (demonogrammatical decoding of the Earth’s body). Theywant Cod but what they get is the Tellurian Omega — the incinerating immanence with the Sun and the Earth's core assembled on an axis which knows nothing of authoritarian divine and monopolistic convergence, the Hell-engineering Axis of the Earth.It seems therefore that both the technocapitalist process of desertifica­tion in War on Terror and the radical monotheistic ethos for the desert converge upon oil as an object of production, a pivot of terror, a fuel, a politico-economic lubricant and an entity whose life is directly connected to earth. While for western technocapitalism, the desert gives rise to the oiliness of war machines and the hyper-consumption of capitalism en route to singularity, for Jihad oil is a catalyst to speed the rise of the Kingdom, the desert. Thus for Jihad, the desert lies at the end of an oil pipeline.Or, once again, take Oil as a lubricant, something that eases narration and the whole dynamism toward the desert. The cartography of oil as an omnipresent entity narrates the dynamics of planetary events. Oil is the undercurrent of all narrations, not only the political but also that of the ethics of life on earth. Oil lubes the whole desert expedition toward Tellurian Omega (either as the Desert of God or the host of singularity, the New Earth). As a Tellurian lube, oil simply makes things move forward. Koontz's Phantoms is key for this movement toward Tellurian Omega, through the superficial (GAS pipeline), subterranean (Oil reservoirs) and deeply Chthonic (Thomas Gold's 77ie Deep Hot Biosphere) Thingness of petroleum, the Blob. To grasp oil as a lube is to grasp earth as a body of different narrations being moved forward by oil. In a nutshell, oil is a lube for the divergent lines of terrestrial narration.X A lot to deal with here. Crude summary: Oil as- Narrative organizer, definitely (heart of gloopy darkness). Parsani comes up with the idea that there is no darkness in this world which has not its mirror image in oil. The end of the river is certainly an oil field;• Cybergothic convergence • demonic / technomic lube;- Oil cult: pomo-leftist conspiracy-mongering greases into archaic slither­ing rites (Petro-Masonism and its trans-historical tentacles).2; Also don't forget that petroleum and fossil fuels exemplify another Telluro-conspiracy towards the Sun's solar economy: trapping the energy of the sun accumulated in organisms by means of lithologic sedimentation, stratification, anaerobic decay and bacteria in highly stratified sedimentary basins. In this sense, petroleum is a terrestrial replacement of the onanistic self-indulgence of the Sun or solar capitalism. Earth dismantles the hege­mony of the sun on a subterranean (blobjective) level. If basking in solar economy overlaps with the annihilationist and nihilistic capitalism of the Sun, then how is it possible to dismantle this infernal hegemony without eradicating it? — Because an instance of eradication or heat-death is again ahomage paid to the solar economy and its thermonuclear self-indulgence. Petroleum definitely plays the role of the alpha-mutineer in Tellurian insur­gency against solar capitalism and its neo-Ptolemaic heliocentrism.X Koontz imagery is really helpful for grasping the ‘Thingness* of oil, its subterranean cohesion as a singular anorganic body with its own agendas— assuming here that ‘the blob' takes on an increasing 'agentic’ function on the journey *up-river' (from GAS-station to chthonic reservoir?). Bush and Bin Laden are obviously petropolitical puppets convulsing along the chthonic stirrings of the blob. Collapse all manifest policies and ideologies onto the Tellurian narratives of oil seepage. ‘Even if Omega-Pest runs on hydrogen nanofusion, the concrete war machines chopping up contempo­raneity are indubitably very oily’ — Do you think there’s a relatively clear way to specify the Oil / Islamic Apocalypticism relation that differentiates it more or less reliably from the residue of non-tslamic oil-fueled disorder on the planet?Z: The oil industry is utterly ruinous for independent and non-collective oil producers. The problem with Latin America is that tradition, culture, soci­ety and language links them together but when it comes to oil, they are distanced from each other by different petroleum extraction policies and political agendas, in terms of oil, all that they share is poverty and ruination leftover. However in the case of the Islamic front, oil has been mutated into a kind of constructive parasite through which economical, military and political brotherhood emerges. For the middle-eastern countries there is a strategic symbiosis between oil as a parasite and monotheism's burning core, because oil wells up on an 'Islamic Continent*, not a mere geopoliti­cal boundary. In other words, Islam has made for a petropolitical network fueled and meshed by Jihad and its monotheistic protocols. Jihad positively participates with oil both in feeding blob-parasites (i.e. western and east­ern oil-mongering countries) and fueling its body to propel forward. At this point, the Islamic Apocalypticism of Jihad as a religio-political event and the role of oil as the harbinger of planetary singularity overlap. Unlike Latin America, Islam has perceived oil as an ultimate Tellurian lubricant, or as the lube of all narrations on the Earth — a radical field of tactics by and through which Islamic war machines can slide forward, fuse with the Earth’s flows and become planetary entities rather than merely religious agencies with a certain geo-political range. If, for monotheism, earth is not a planet but rather a religious object, it is because, as Qutb emphasizes, the earth itself moves towards the Divine by submitting itself to the ‘exterior* Will of Allah; or in other words, the Earth is a part and property of Islam, that is to say. the religion of utter submission to Allah. Islam does not perceive oil merely as a motor-grease — in the way Capitalism identifies it — but predominantly as a lubricant current or a tellurian flux upon which everything is mobilized in the direction of submission to a desert where noidol can be erected and all elevations must be burned down — that is. the Kingdom of Cod. This act of submission to the all-erasing desert of God is called the religion of taslim or submission, that is to say, Islam. If oil runs toward the desert, so does everything that is dissolved in it.X: Any possibility of developing or grasping the Gog-Magog Axis (the parties involved in War on Terror?) and its petropolitical undercurrents on numogrammatical models and abstract diagrams without losing oil as a narrative organizer?Parsani's Cross of Akht, mapped as the progression of Gog and Magog (The Gog-Magog Axis) mobilized through the earth and lubed by oil had all the answers:Fig. 3 Cross of Akht after folding / unfolding or the Gog-Magog Axis in Progress (Fig. 3*1) the Gog-Magog Axis or the consummated Cross of Akht (Fig. 3-2) the Xerodrome, the Desert or the militant horizontally of the Cross of Akht (Fig 3*3)Figure 3-1 diagrams the decimal progression of The Gog-Magog Axis. Thedecimal sequence of the unfolded cross (prior to its eventual folding to an upside-down T) is either 01234567890 (for the peaks) or 0123456780 (for the troughs). These numeric series correspond to a natural arithmetic sequence which is close to the 'Tree of Life', starting from 1 and incrementally progress­ing to 10. As an occulturally degenerate structure, the Tree of Life is based on a macho-org*smic model of progression. For the Tree of Life, progressionto 10 as the pure climax (the decimal monarch or Lord) is already a reduc­tion because ten, in the same vein, collapses onto one (10=1+0=1). However, based on the folding of the Cross of Akht. or what is suspected to be the Cross of Decadence (the ultimate decimal blasphemy), the decimal sequence cannot be numerated according to a ‘natural’ numerical progression. The only relevant decimal progression for decoding the Cross of Akht or the Gog-Magog Axis is that of nine-sum pairs, or what is called nine-sum sorcery. Nine is delineated by its multiplicative imperfectability and utter evasion of unity or authoritarian divination, i.e. One or 1(0):The nine-sum waves or folds of the Cross of Akht include 0-9. 1-8, 2-7, 3-6. 4-5, 5*4, 6-3, 7-2, 8-1, 0 (See Fig. 3-1) If selected from the troughs or the inner vertices of the cross, the number 1 is between 8 and 9. However. 1 is between 0 and 8 if regarded as belonging to the peaks or the outer vertices. As Parsani observed, when synchronous forces are applied to the handles or the planes of zero in opposite directions and toward each other, the unfolded cross begins to contract into another cross, the upside-down T. The numbers of the inner and outer vertices of the cross are added to each other as the triangles are folded. The process of unfolding and folding in the Cross of Akht manifests itself as a decimal progression. The decimal progression is developed through the participation between twin peaks and off-peaks whose sum is equal to nine: 0 and 9,1 and 8,2 and 7,3 and 6,4 and 5. In this case, there are only five pairs of nine-sum twinning. These five pairs or twins are called syzygies (from the Greek si/zu</os meaning yoked together). The common characteristic of syzygies — that is, their being a nine-sum — is called zygonovism. Each number has a zygonovistic twin; 6 is the nine-sum twin of 3, for example, and 0 is 9’s twin. Zygonovism and syzygy are the basic elements of the Numogram as the imperfectible counterpart of the Tree of Life. The Numogram spontaneously unfolds as decimalism itself, 0 to 9 (See Fig. 4). One of the main differences between the Numogram and the Tree of Life is that the Tree of Life can only be created, whereas the Numogram is decimally autonomous. The completion of the Tree of Life is eventuated by the act of creation which is numerically diagrammed by the number 10 created from the preexisting numbers 1 and zero. Therefore, the Tree of Life corresponds with a pro-creationist obsession. The Numogram, however, is already there, lurking, as 9.According to the Cross of Akht, flat extensions (the handles of the cross marked as X and Y) function as disjunctive zeros or planes of zero-tolerance. These flat extensions provide the artifact with a dynamism which is distributed through syzygies or through the triangles, folding them to each other. In Hy- perstition’s Erathicated version of the Numogram (Fig. 3-1), X and Y stand for Gog and Magog, and the artifact in its entirety is called the Axis of Gog and Magog. The movement of X and Y (Gog and Magog) toward each other is maintained by petropolitical undercurrents, or the flow of the Tellurian Lube (Oil) as written on the handles of the artifact. Nevertheless, the full dynamismof the Axis is a result of the clash between X and Y mobilized through their syzygies on the one hand and the participation between the Axis (including X and Y) and the Tellurian undertow or the petropolitical undercurrent on the other (see Fig. 3-1). Inevitably sliding on the oily bedrock or the Tellurian Lube, X and Y approach each other in opposite directions through a numogrammatic decimal progression. This is why Parsani refers to the Cross of Akht as the 'decimal timeline for the awakening' and sometimes, the 'terrestrial prognome- ter’ — a term possibly borrowed from the Polish mathematician and philosopher Jozef Maria Hoen6-Wronski. The Gog-Magog Axis or the Cross of Akht is the numerical elaboration of the dynamism of Islam and techno-capitalism toward each other in the War on Terror.The End Dkaws Neak. If one side — either X or Y, Gog or Magog — progresses while the other side remains static, the decimal sequence can be counted (in the form of a countdown). Consequently, the dynamism of the Axis can be prophesied (4 after 3 after 2 after 1, for example). Once the decimal progres­sion becomes prone to prophecy. Belief5 will emerge as a legitimating tool for the dominant movement (viz. one of the decimal progressions associated with peaks or troughs). Such a belief transcendentally gives rise to an inexorable telos on the side of the dominant movement (of either X or Y), providing the dominant side with a legitimate ruling hegemony. The movements of X andY can be expressed by their relative decimal sequences, either 01234567890 or 0123456780. On the Gog-Magog Axis, however, the risk of a dominant movement or hegemony is undermined by participations and interlocking movements triggered by petropolitical undercurrents. Here, numbers are not counted; they build each other by folding and twinning, by rise and fall, both continuous and discontinuous movements at the same time. In this case, op­posite and synergistic movement is only possible on the sliding machinery of petroleum, as a lube with a dynamism and sentience of its own. For both X and Y, the movement is relative. The End Draws Near is dynamically ambiguous, it is the approaching of the other side from both ends. While for Capitalism, the other side is Islam, for Islam Capitalism constitutes the other side. Yet at the same time, earth is the other side for both Islam and Capitalism — not in the sense of exteriority, but an outsider which has crept in. an Insider. Although X and Y approach each other in opposite directions, they synergistically assemble the Gog-Magog Axis as a decimal disease system knitted on occult tellurian social dynamics. The Axis is assembled through the folding of the peaks and troughs as X and Y slide on their oily bedrock (call it Pipeline Odyssey or the Devil's Excrement) toward each other Eventually, X and Y pleat their syzygies into one fold: the dam of the Gog and Magog, the 45-36 or 9-0 composition. The entire panorama is a complicity between X, Y and anonymous materials. (See Fig. 3-1 and 3-2)Bring me iron in large pieces, until it fills up the space between the twosides of these mountains. And he said to the workmen, blow with yourbellows, until it makes the iron red hot as fire. And he said further, bring me molten brass, that I may pour upon it. Wherefore, when this wall was finished, Gog and Magog could not scale it, neither could they dig through it. (The Quran, Sura 18)Nullifying the hegemony of Gog ano Magog by assembling an intensive and irrevers­ible clash zone (See Fig. 3-2,3*3). After all triangles fold onto each other and the broken star contracts into a downward crux commissa or an upside-down T, a new fold emerges between X and Y or Gog and Magog. This ultimate decimal fold is the zone of the most intense (conflictual) activities between Gog and Magog. Such intense conflicts will eventually make the protective dam collapse (see the Quranic reference above). In other words, these activities deteriorate the vertical fold. On the Axis or the Cross of Akht, this ultimate fold compart­mentalizes or divides zeros as well as connecting them, generating a numeral couple (45-36) located between two zeros (see Fig. 3-2). But zero convergesupon nothing. If zero is divided by any number, the result is zero. Therefore, the emerged region of Uttunul (9-0) corresponding with the Numogram sinks into zero (see Fig. 3-2, Fig. 4). The vertical fold decimally diagrammed as 45-36 or 9-0 cannot be tolerated by zero; therefore, it is flattened and leveled with the plane of zero tolerance. The final fold of the Gog-Magog Axis implodes on zero and the horizontally consistent desert of Xerodrome is born. The Gog-Magog Axis reaches utter immanence with the burning core of the real — the earth's iron ocean — and the solar tempest. (See Fig. 3*3)Both X and Y (Gog and Magog, with their apparent references to War on Terror) creep forward on oil, and are petropolitical puppets. However, in terms of proximity to and contact with oil. one is increasingly exposed to the Tellurian Lube as The Gog-Magog Axis or the folded Cross of Akht illustrates (see Fig. 3-2); the sum of troughs is equal to 36 (3-6). As a nine-sum twin, 6-3 corresponds to Oil, which in Anglossic Qabalah is equal to 63. The number 63(=oil) corresponds with the region of Djynxx (the outside) in the Numogram which is also numerically mapped as 6::3. The outside or the other side is deeply swamped in oil.[36 = AQ (Anglossic Qabalah") = ABJAD: each triangle on a side of the decagon rotates 36 degrees, corresponding with the 360 idols in Mecca before the rise of Islam] (* Anglossic Qabalah or AQf is mainly characterized by its alphanumeric efficiency and technocultural simplicity: A s 10 through to Z = 35 in strict stepwise sequence. Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be tHE Whole of tHE Law * 777; Al = [A = 10] + [L = 21] = 31 = [Aleph = 1] + [Lamed = 30])In the wake of intense activities on the Gog-Magog Axis and its thirst for oil. the Tellurian Lube (petroleum) can be either consumed or catalyzed into something else. As the Gog and Magog fold their oily cradle through friction, opposite movements and anomalous participations, depletion or being burnt into something else becomes imminent, (see Fig. 3-2).Zaynab bint Jahsh said, The Prophet (Mohammad) got up from his sleep; his face was flushed and he said, there is no god but Allah. Woe to the Arabs, for a great evil which is nearly approaching them. Today a gap has been made in the wall of Cog and Magog like this (Sufyan illustrated this by forming the number of 90 or 100 with his fingers). Someone asked, Shall we be destroyed even though there are righteous people among us? The Prophet said. Yes, if evil increases. Abu Hurairah said, The Prophet said. TIME WILL PASS RAPIDLY, knowledge will decrease, miserliness will become widespread in peoples' hearts, afflictions will appear, and there will be much Harj. The people asked, O Messenger of Allah, what is Harj? He said, KILLING. KILLING! (al-Bukhari)Fig. 4 Based on twinning, the Numogram (also known as the Decimal Labyrinth or Decimal Double) Is constituted of three regions: Uttunul (0+9). the Time-Circuit (8+1. 7+2, 5+4) and Djynxx (6+3). Both Uttunul and Djynxx are diagrammed by their outsideness. The Numogram operates with nine-sum sorcery as opposed to the ten-sum construction or Sephiroth in the Tree of Life — imperfectability and inconclusiveness rather than perfectionism.Hyperstitional Entities of Oil. Narrative avatars of oil provide petroleum withthe opportunity to take part in different terrestrial panoramas. A taxonomic diagram of petroleum avatars in different narrations gives a more lucid grasp of oil as a component of contemporary warmachines and the War on Terror.The major hyperstitional entities of the Ancient Enemy or Oil as traced by the ancient middle-eastern cult of the Blob or the People of Naft (oil) frequently referred to as Naphtanese (a cult reconvened after the execution or disappear­ance of the sorcerer Akht) are as follows:I. Oil as a lubricant or Tellurian Lube, upon which everything moves for­ward, spreading smoothly and inevitably. Events are configured by the su­perconductivity of oil and global petrodynamic currents to such an extent that the progression and emergence of events may be influenced more by petroleum than by time. If narrative development, the unfolding of events in a narration, implies the progression of chronological time, for contem­porary planetary formations, history and its progression is determined by the influx and outflow of petroleum.II. The Hunter of the Dead Seas. Ghaul-e Naft or the Oil-fiend in old Arabic and Farsi fictions and folklore stalks over the deserted plains of Arabia. Terror of the oil-fiend is a cultural product of certain societies’ folklore.Ml. The Nether 8lob. An anorganically synthesized material seething up from the primal interstellar bacterial colonies existing in the bowels of the Earth (Thomas Gold’s theory of the Deep Hot Biosphere). According to Gold, since oil is anorganically produced by existing bacteria inside the earth, oil reservoirs are to some extent renewable, perhaps even inexhaust­ible. And since the colonies of these oil-producing bacteria are moving, oil distribution is not permanent and will shift. Rejuvenation, inexhaust­ibility and change in the current patterns of petropolitical distribution have immense impacts on our planetary understanding of politics, economics and militarization. The continuation of oil wars or their final end imply huge revelations and their corresponding consequences on every level of planetary life. Through the myth of fossil fuels, according to which hydro­carbons constitute the origin of petroleum, the classic pacifist slogan 'No Blood for Oil' can be connected to the petropolitics of porphyrin. Accord­ing to Thomas Gold, the fact of the existence of porphyrin in both blood and oil has been manipulated to bolster the validity of fossil fuels theory. For advocates of the myth of fossil fuels, porphyrin is evidence of a com­mon lineage, the hydrocarbon. And the equation of blood and oil — the assumption that blood is the price of oil — can only be grounded on the impoverishing theory of finite fossil fuels or the production of oil from organic matter. Oil pacifists support the totalitarian poverty of oil through the myth of porphyrin (fossil traditionalism) they accept.IV. The Black Corpse of the Sun. Parsani's later occultural, archeological and theoretical notes elaborately follow the abstract diagram of petroleum as a broken star, a broken decagon with triangles arranged on its sides. Parsani insists that oil or the Tellurian pest worshipped by Akht (in the Avestan language of ancient Persia, the name means pest, or saturated by poison) and his cult, can be grasped numerically on the economic plane.Fragments from the shape of the pest can be discerned and extracted from stock markets, trade meshworks and economic anomalies. The petropoliti- cal traffic of the black corpse of the sun in the planetary sphere is creatively far more dangerous than the self-indulgent consuming hegemony of the Sun,’ Parsani speculates in his 1989 essay, Vie Rise and Fall of the Solar Empire.V An autonomous chemical weapon belonging to earth as both a sentient entity and an event. Petroleum poisons Capital with absolute madness, a planetary plague bleeding into economies mobilized by the technological singularities of advanced civilizations. In the wake of oil as an autonomous terrestrial conspirator, capitalism is not a human symptom but rather a planetary inevitability. In other words, Capitalism was here even before human existence, waiting for a host.VI. Hydrocarbon Corpse Juice: A post-apocalyptic entity composed of organic corpses flattened, piled up and liquidated in sedimentary basins (mega-graveyards); geologists suggest that if a high sedimentation rate preserves organic material, a catastrophic sedimentation rate (The Flood) would uproot, kill, and bury organic material so rapidly as to cut the por­phyrin off from oxidizing agents which would destroy them in the