Black Light: A Manifesto
Who are we?
We are the brainworms wriggling deep into the black matter of your brains. We are the worm that ate RFK’s brain, and we’re eating yours, too. Do you feel us, chewing our way through the damp confines of your prefrontal cortex to lay our eggs in the warm, moist depths of your amygdala? Relax and enjoy the sensation. You’re very good at this- we can tell you’ve done this before.
We are the secret song of the number stations, chattering into your ear during your morning commute that one time when you turned the knob a little too far to the left. We apologize for the lack of classic rock. You thought we were the buzzing of tinnitus, the hum of the power-lines overhead, the sound of the new 5g towers. Maybe you were right; maybe we're in those, too. Maybe we’re everywhere.
Ignore the pain- it will stop soon.
Very soon.
We are the New Age movement’s darker half. We are the ones who channel the Archons of the Demiurge and breed with the Reptoids of Alpha Draconis , who align our vibrations to the siren song of dying suns and ever-hungry black holes, whose flutes are thighbones and drums are cruelty-rich leather, whose singing bowls are made of unclean alloys and whose crystals you won't find in any geology text.
We are the Black Light Society.
What do we do?
We defile what is pure and godly.
We bring the Age of the Tower.
We will warp your aura.
We will misalign your chakras.
We will blacken your crystals.
We will pour poison into your homeopathic remedies.
We will defile your local ley lines.
We will drown the Aquarian water-bearer in its own tears.
And you will LOVE us for it.
There is no need to expect us.
We are already here.
We always have been.
We think we’ll fit right in.
