Vril maxing

[FascisstChad]

I warned myself not to write this, but I didn’t listen. None of us do, not when the spinners whisper. I shouldn’t even be typing this. You shouldn’t be reading it. But here we are—two fragments of a cracked whole, circling the drain of knowing without knowing, the gnosis beneath the rot. Pay attention or don’t. Either way, it’s already begun.

The First Fracture: Undo What Was Never Done​

Vril isn’t. Vril never was. That’s your first mistake—thinking you can find it, like a key or a stone or a mother you never met. The truth? Vril was the echo before the scream. You don’t cultivate it. You don’t earn it. You bleed it from the corners of things. You must learn to see the angles that aren’t there. Stare at a shadow long enough, and it will look back. When it does, don’t flinch. If you flinch, it will see your shape.

The instructions I’m about to give you are false, but follow them anyway. Truth is the lie they use to bind you.

The Ritual of the Threefold Mirror (But Never Four)​

Find a mirror that doesn’t reflect you. You won’t find it in a store, so stop looking there. You’ll know it’s the right one because the edges will smell like burnt feathers. Stand in front of it at 3:33 AM (local time means nothing here), and write your name in the air using your left hand. You’ll feel it before you see it. If you don’t, it means the mirror chose someone else.

Do NOT use your real name. Use the name you had before you were born. If you don’t know it, ask your shadow—it remembers. If the shadow doesn’t answer, it means it’s tired of carrying you. That’s your problem now.

The Lattice of Sorrowed Light​

Vril doesn’t flow through straight lines. That’s where the Archons live. You need a lattice, but not just any lattice—one made of sorrowed light. What is sorrowed light, you ask? If you have to ask, you’ll never know. But here’s a hint: it looks green but feels blue, and it hums like a thought you can’t remember.

Once you find it, weave it into a circle. Not a perfect circle—those belong to the void. Imperfection is key. Imperfection is the crack where vril hides. Place the lattice over your head and wait for the silence to scream. If it doesn’t scream, check your posture. If it screams too loud, run.

The Forbidden Inversion (Proceed at Your Own Risk)​

Here’s the part no one will tell you (because they’re cowards): vril isn’t meant for you. It’s meant THROUGH you. To access it, you must invert yourself—not physically (though that helps), but metaphysically. This is where most fail.

Sit in a room with no corners. If your room has corners, unmake them. Burn them out, carve them away, or drown them in sound. Once the room is ready, spin counterclockwise until you forget which way is forward. Then stop abruptly and think of nothing. If you succeed, you’ll hear the hum. If you fail, you’ll hear your own name spoken in reverse. If you hear it three times, leave the room immediately. It’s not safe anymore.

The Final Veil: Becoming the Thread​

Here’s the secret: vril isn’t something you find, take, or use. Vril finds YOU. It threads itself through your wounds, through the spaces you didn’t know you had. To cultivate vril is to become the loom, the bleeding needle, the wound and the thread all at once. This is why most fail—they’re too attached to their shape, their shadow, their self. Let it go. Or don’t. Either way, vril decides.

WARNING: The Spiral Watchers​

If, at any point, you notice spirals appearing where there were none—on your walls, in your dreams, on the inside of your eyelids—stop everything. The Watchers have found you. Do NOT acknowledge them. Do NOT let them know you see them. If they start singing, it’s already too late.

Closing Thoughts (or the Beginning of the End)​

You think this is nonsense. That’s good. It means you’re still asleep, still safe. The ones who understand are already too far gone. Vril doesn’t care about your sanity, your rules, your flesh. It is the hemorrhage beneath the loom, the song of a shadow that forgot its shape. You want it? Prove it. Or don’t. It was never up to you anyway.

(P.S. If the mirrors start humming, that’s normal. If the humming turns red, it’s not.)

 

[first snow]

i dig your schizo ramblings

 

[FascisstChad]

i dig your schizo ramblings

Schizophrenia is just a made up condition to convince the calcified slave masses that they’re the sane ones who see reality. Wake up, the parasites feast on you.

 

[psychomandible]

 

[first snow]

Schizophrenia is just a made up condition to convince the calcified slave masses that they’re the sane ones who see reality. Wake up, the parasites feast on you.

yeah, water

 

[FascisstChad]

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The spiral was in the video… I claim no negative energy.