EELRIJUE | CODEX | 1. Liber Astra

...never knew what you were building here
footnotes, baby, our pages span a billion years
waiting/wading at the edge of the sea
gazing at the angels we were destined to be
but we’d never live to see, kinda bittersweet
apes making babies and dying for the dream
fine: dream bigger, eyes on the prize
with maps of the stars and supplies for the ride
Algorhythms, still performing on Earth
and if we gave it away, that’s still more than it’s worth
for the Pagans at play and the Mormons at work
and the agents of change and the orphans at birth
it’s a big damn planet ... room to thrive
humankind used to let me down but now the dude abides
...better than bitching cuz breathing is DOPE
you need a reason to fight, forget a reason to hope
yeah, I been screaming all night, but hey, the people should know
your freedom’s a joke, cuz after all, it’s cheaper to own shit
so we don’t even see the control -
with electric lights to exorcise demons and ghosts
you can feel it but leave it alone,
then parade around in daylight, completely at home and you know this...
…you also know that you’re not
just woke up young and never coped with the shock
all grown up and lost with a home and job
a big ball of panic with a broken facade
on a big ball of granite in a big empty space
….a small miracle that could fix any face, right?
smile, stoopid, relax and just breathe
as the salt from your blood flows back in the sea
and a poisoned planet scatters it’s seeds....
AND IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU, BECAUSE IT HAPPENED TO ME...

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 2. Orbitas

...the magicians other hand
the audience was watching but they didn’t understand
subconscious responses, subliminal commands
relax and watch the images expand
...the open seams in your head
oaths that you’ve broken - dreams you forget
it’s burned from your brain but it’s deep in your chest
and it needs to be freed from your flesh
...the science of sleep
from lucid levitation to flying at speeds
that can take an ape to space to watch Leviathan breathe
total silence, and finally, peace
...the glory of that orbital view
when you realized you were losing more than you knew
paperclips and staplers, reports and reviews
it’s a con so of course we’re confused
...the cult of control
returns on investments, results you can show
men with some questions, consultants and clones
buzzards and vultures with phones
…they’re picking it clean
claiming it mine & draining it dry, living the dream
the same silent scream in every image we see
we all get to be a witness at least
...at least we get to believe
there’s a script behind every last memorable scene
and an audience for every single second you breathe
letting go’s a hard lesson to teach
...there’s a billion of you
all wasting days to pay for their bills and their food
the schools and the prisons, office buildings and zoos
and the flags that we filmed on the moon
...the magicians other hand
the audience was watching but they didn’t understand
subconscious responses, subliminal commands
...proceed with the ritual as planned.

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 3. The Eighth Tower

Don't you hate when people take sides?
The North saying it was slavery being made right
The South saying it was basically 'bout States' rights
And both were fragrantly insane lies
But winners always want to claim prizes
So someone's always justifying state violence
Every story, you're the victim getting saved by it
Cut to real life — open fire on the race riots

And have you ever seen a straight line?
Your own fingerprints manipulating spacetime
Every second's a projection of your brain's lies
Dirty hands, open eyes and a changed mind
... spotted off the East coast at dawn
It reached the West Wing lawn before an intercept could launch
The second that they woke him up, it vanished on the spot
They thought that it was odd, but that's the nature of the job

She watched him from across the room
Tracing every line, memorizing how his body moved
Never spoke a word as she talked it through
Thinking over everything she never said but wanted to
... don't you hate it when the stories clash?
What's the point of being burdened by the boring facts?
And the questions that you know you can't afford to ask?
In the parking lot, screaming at the quarterback

See the same scene in any city you go:
Seven billion shining diamonds in an infinite row
We share it every second yet we live it alone
But to them, it's just a single big continuous show
... spotted off the East coast at dawn
It reached the West Wing lawn before an intercept could launch
The day it all changed, the world watched in awe
The shock of recognition; the faces of the Gods

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 4. Medicine Bow

he wasn’t ready for the taste of his blood
another boring day on the hunt, on the way to his truck
stuck down to his knees by the pain in his lungs
it all came in a flood, all changing at once
he’s alone, breathing slow, with his face in the sun
terrified of dying, life wasted and done
moaning at the sky and proclaiming his love
no praying, just knowing that her name was enough
light faded to dusk, all changing at once
laughing at the language as it drained from his tongue
into sad, soft music, waiting patiently, numb
drifting into dreamtime, the waves and the hum
….then the light, the hum and the waves
and for a couple of days he had nothing to say now
sitting on the sofa, getting drunk with the shades down
dreaded every setting sun, wasn’t the same town

...he wasn’t ready for the sight of his kids
in the car, his wife saying they were frightened of him
she took the rifles and split, started going on a vicodin kick
up at her mom’s spot, crying and sick
he watched it from a distance, denial’s a bitch
so he couldn’t stop drinking till he finally did
cleaned out the house, built up a pile of his shit
and he burned it all down like the lie that it is
but still too tired and terrified to admit
that the food chain had changed, the sky wasn’t his
flashbacks of eyes with no lids
and every nightmare a memory he tried to resist
….like the lights, like the hum and the waves
and for a couple of days he had nothing to say now
neighbors all saying how he’s suffered a breakdown
something had changed, it just wasn’t the same town

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 5. Galaxy Map

I flow fresher with age, read more every month
know less every day, now I just orbit the Sun
we hear more than we see, see more than we know
know less than we think, it’s like a horrible joke


a watchful kid, always curious & never talkative
born with a huge horizon and he broadened it
cosmic drift, along with all the awkwardness of consciousness
he caught a glimpse and never lost his grip
more than measuring the math of the doppler shift
real time watching it, span a couple continents
he could tune into the nested waves
started charting out the harmonies of empty space
started noticing his lonely gift in second grade
sight and sound was impossible to separate
they called it synaesTHEsia, but never saw it move
the world of surfaces was all they knew
solid smooth molecules that always follow rules
monkeys say they got it proved but God is not amused


I flow fresher with age, read more every month
know less every day, now I just orbit the Sun
we hear more than we see, see more than we know
know less than we think, it’s like a horrible joke

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 6. Status Q

since I was young, I’ve thought something’s wrong
so I used to have my doubts, but now I love my job
...locals felt the blast for five miles
lights were something huge, everybody knew
I showed up in a suit and satisfied smile
...now it’s all just a classified file
big story, never made the evening news
easy, too, an operation we routinely do
…that’s what this country needs my team for
lifetime of silence behind the green door
...living with decisions that we never made
...prepped and trained...orders get obeyed
helicopter drop report to the crash
reconnaisance, recovery, recording the facts
the evidence, every individual case
the visuals change, strange, contradictory shapes
strangers sniffing you for the ritual chase
waking up dazed and stunned, shiver and shake
fear and doubt, feel your thoughts clearing out
always seems so easy til it’s here and now
...saw it coming but I didn’t move
just always seems so impossible until it’s you
always seemed so easy to control the story
until I had my whole world broken open for me
saw it all in slow motion and I couldn’t hold it
shattered glass of every little crooked moment
...moving image is the new religion
and I used to save the world, now I do the dishes
best role I could get, but it’s only a set
another in joke that’s over my head
but on a clear night, I know that I’m blessed
still young, dumb and happy with a home and a bed
and I’m set... (and I’m set)
I also know that’s a lie
but I seem to keep the demons down most of the time
just another broken weapon, toss the wreckage aside
but I’ll never understand why they left me alive
illusion of depth, I remember how the edges fit
I guess the rest of it, I choose to forget
the whole thing never left, never made a shred of sense
never slept the same in any bed I’ve ever been in
never forgot the shape of the lights
never quite remembered what remained of the night
that’s alright…....I never wanted to know,
...just want to do my job and go home
I like getting stoned and watching my shows
in the kitchen drinking coffee alone...
thinking monkey with a body of bones
...people listen then they see me different
so I used to talk about it, now I keep my distance
once I finally saw the feeding system...
thinking we were preconditioned to be easy pickins
...I saw it coming and I’m living proof
always seems so impossible until it’s you

EELRIJUE | CODEX | 7. Pyre Ships

saw the setting sun from the desert once or twice
long nights waiting for a death that never comes
living legend, a curse and a blessing
a long time alone with too many questions
too numb, too much to choose from
too many folks getting used once and chewed up
no traditions, no saints, no magicians
only Torquemada on the road to Lisbon
and history is so persistent
yet we never know the names of the ghosts we live with
a generation of adrenaline fiends
tethered to screens, death by six or seven degrees, you know
give or take, just need a little living space
running out room some with some overflowing dinner plates
guess it’s not a problem if you don’t admit it
off the record, no specifics, smoking gun, loaded image
the human mind is so consistent
always something stupid making monkeys go ballistic
...scratch that, it’s nothing to me
keep the good shit tucked up my combustible sleeves
saw the setting sun from the towers of the Temple House
swam the centuries and never drowned, been around
mythologized, leatherbound, kids forget me now
...just justice for the decades I let you down
give or take, I’ve idolized and imitated
and now today I’m just a fiction that some kid created
and underneath it, the secret of secrets
ten thousand year old man, but who’d believe it
myths and legends, respect to the bretheren
who posed their whole lives in the form of a question
moral and a message, madness and a method
meaning doesn’t matter, memories of Memphis
never could accept it, daughters and wives, all in a line
watching them die, the slaughter of time
beneath it, the secret of secrets
the bones and the blood and the screams of the phoenix
history is so persistent
yet you never knew the names of the ghosts you lived with
but we’ve been watching you, you’re so soft and smooth
but we’ve been watching you, you’re so soft

EELRIJUE: Probes

"If we weren't here would there be UFOs here? I think the UFOs are definitely connected directly to us and we're only seeing what they want us to see, what we think we're seeing." - John Keel



It is true: EELRIJUE is finally ready for launch. This was an album we tinkered with for a long time -- then abruptly, we wiped the slate clean at the beginning of 2013 and built the final record from fever dream scratch. It is our best, strangest, tightest project to date. In another radical departure, we will not disappear for years after this release. We have several more choice pieces of ritual art to follow. Thank you for listening.



"It is becoming more and more obvious that it is not starvation, not microbes, not cancer, but man himself who is mankind’s greatest danger because he has no adequate protection against psychic epidemics, which are infinitely more devastating in their effect than the greatest natural catastrophes." - Carl Gustav

Operational Reality

The secret of success is secrecy. -- Wyndham Lewis



"...as soon as the knowledge of the cipher is widespread, the code will change again. Evidence shows it is already changing." -- T. Allen Greenfield



WaPo: In the Department of Defense, where more than two-thirds of the intelligence programs reside, only a handful of senior officials - called Super Users - have the ability to even know about all the department's activities. But as two of the Super Users indicated in interviews, there is simply no way they can keep up with the nation's most sensitive work.

"I'm not going to live long enough to be briefed on everything" was how one Super User put it. The other recounted that for his initial briefing, he was escorted into a tiny, dark room, seated at a small table and told he couldn't take notes. Program after program began flashing on a screen, he said, until he yelled ''Stop!" in frustration. "I wasn't remembering any of it," he said.



Peter Galison "The classified universe, as it is sometimes called, is certainly not smaller, and very probably much larger than the unclassified one. The U.S. added a net 250 million classified pages in 2003. By comparison, the entire system of Harvard libraries—over a hundred of them—added about 220,000 volumes (about sixty million pages, a number not far from the acquisition rate at other comparably massive universal depositories such as the Library of Congress, the British Museum, or the New York Public Library). Contemplate these numbers: about five times as many pages are being added to the classified universe than are being brought to the storehouses of human learning including all the books and journals on any subject in any language collected in the largest repositories on the planet.

Epistemology asks how knowledge can be uncovered and secured. Anti-epistemology asks how knowledge can be covered and obscured. Classification, the anti-epistemology par excellence, is the art of nontransmission."



"When you’re dealing with these things everyday, I very often ask: Why is this classified? Overclassification is, I agree, something that very properly ought to be addressed in a serious way." -- Donald Rumsfield



Robert Anderson: I was a demolitions technician with the Air Force who was reassigned to work with the CIA’s Air America operation in Laos. We turned in our military IDs cards and uniforms and were issued a State Department ID card and dressed in blue jeans. We were told if captured we were to ask for diplomatic immunity, if alive. We carried out military missions on a daily basis all across the countries of Laos, Cambodia, Thailand and Vietnam.

We also knew that if killed or captured that we would probably not be searched for and our families back home in the U.S. would be told we had been killed in an auto accident of some kind back in Thailand and our bodies not recovered.

In Laos the program I was attached to carried out a systematic assassination of people who were identified as not loyal to U.S. goals. It was called the Phoenix program and eliminated an estimated 60,000 people across Indochina. We did an amazing amount of damage to the civilian infrastructure of the country, and still lost the war. I saw one team of mercenaries I was training show us a bag of ears of dead civilians they had killed. This was how they verified their kills for us. The Green Berets that day were telling them to just take photos of the dead, leave the ears."



"The name of the game is 'Find Your Adversary'. Your adversary's game plan is to convince you that he does not exist." - William S. Burroughs

How to Master Secret Work --

EELRIJUE: Stanley Kubrick on 2001

This is all verbatim from Saint Stanley Himself:

"I will say that the god concept is at the heart of 2001, but not any traditional, anthropomorphic image of god. I don't believe in any of Earth's monotheistic religions, but I do believe that one can construct an intriguing scientific definition of god.



They may have progressed from biological species, which are fragile shells for the mind at best, into immortal machine entities and then, over innumerable eons, they could emerge from the chrysalis of matter transformed into beings of pure energy and spirit. Their potentialities would be limitless and their intelligence ungraspable by humans. These beings would be gods to the billions of less advanced races in the universe, just as man would appear a god to an ant.



They would be incomprehensible to us except as gods; and if the tendrils of their consciousness ever brushed men's minds, it is only the hand of god we could grasp as an explanation. Mere speculation on the possibility of their existence is sufficiently overwhelming, without trying to decipher their motives.



The important point is that all the standard attributes assigned to god in our history could equally well be the characteristics of biological entities who, billions of years ago, were at a stage of development similar to man's own and evolved into something as remote from man as man is remote from the primordial ooze from which he first emerged."



Sigils

EELIRJUE: Rigorous Intuition

The writing of Jeff Wells is a foundational text for the Algorhythms project, especially If You Go Out In the Woods... -- a recounting of Carl Higdon's singular encounter, which was the inspiration for the s. maharba cover art. October 25, 1974. However, his website Rigorous Intuition is a goldmine of brainfood and Dr. Quandary suggested a guided tour. This is that:

Spirit of the Beehive -- assessing the common "boundary experiences" between abduction phenomena, religious visions, near death experiences, and of course, smokable DMT. Considering this as a unified field helps keep the mind limber...there are no easy answers here. Yet.

Who's Screening Who? and Far Away So Close both address the abiding questions that surround non-human intelligence: contact, targeting, time distortion...and most of all the sheer absurdity of the whole experience.

Seeing Things, Saying Things -- an examination of how our brains paralyze us in the face of extraordinary and paranormal events. It's an important introduction to Full Spectrum Dominance (and Part Two) which examines the ongoing war for consciousness control.

Colour Out of Space -- get familiar with The Nine. Related: "Day of Declaration" looks at the team behind the Maitreya, a billion dollar conspiracy of religious engineering and probably the most audacious prank since the Book of Mormon...

No Time of Think -- a bite-sized rundown of UFOlogy's most complex and important case: Franck Fontaine, the French abductee whose bizarre story unraveled into something even more interesting.

"When Twilight Dims..." -- covering the strangely violent and virulent UFO/UAP phenomena in Brazil, from the Amazon to the Atlantic Coast. Wells also posits a remarkably strong theory on why Brazilian encounters are so much more vivid / brutal than similar contact events elsewhere around the world.

Finally, The Merlin Project is a strange 80's era throwback mystery about Pentagon projects to peer into the future, and Mind Over Mind ends this on a subversive high note of mutant optimism. If you've never heard of Mirin Dajo before, prepare for a shock.



"Time must be well used: this is a basis for a possible theory of ethics." -- McKenna