“And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?”
-William Blake, Milton, Preface
“We have such sights to show you.”
-The High Priest, Hellraiser (1987)
I spent several months brainstorming for an essay I wanted to write on the epistemology, ontology, and consequences of what I call cybernetic consciousness—the consciousness formed by the habitual use of smartphones and (anti)social media. My assertion is that these technologies have produced the most dangerous and devastating transmutation of human consciousness since the industrial revolution.
I surrendered this project in despair, and decided to reserve my meandering thoughts on the subject for face-to-face conversations. Writing about it in-depth struck me as unnecessarily cruel to both myself and to any potential readers. What purpose is served by pulling the veil back on a device that most Americans cannot live without? And I mean live in the deepest sense; in this culture, if you don’t have one of these hellboxes, it’s difficult to even earn a living.
What originally inspired my aborted piece was this: over the last year, I’ve read a number of essays online claiming that millenials and zoomers are much more “progressive” and “radical” than the generations that came before them… This from the very people who were raised by the hellbox. As far as I can tell, these claims of “progressiveness” are based on… surveys.
We live in a world with the greatest stratification of wealth since the time of the pharaohs. The last time such a stratification existed in America, during the Gilded Age of Robber Barons™, people who were “progressives” and “radicals” literally went to war against the corporate-industrial order—there were shoot-outs, battles in the streets with cops and other hired goons, sabotage, bombings, and many other acts that would now be dismissed as “terrorism.” Whatever minimal rights and privileges still remain for working people were paid for in blood.
My question for millenials and zoomers: where are those battles now? They’re not happening, and part of the reason for this is that cybernetic consciousness is first and foremost two-dimensional; it’s a simulation that serves to convince people that symbolic discourse is the same thing as physical resistance. The supposed radicalism of millenials and zoomers is all sizzle and no steak.
Just because you have transgender friends, believe that “Black Lives Matter,” and go online to tell the panopticon how much you hate capitalism…so what? Where is the action? With life on earth on the brink of industrial extinction, if there was ever a time to fight, it’s now.
Cybernetic consciousness mistakes the symbolic for the actual; the machine-mind has transcended the merely physical and celebrates its own disembodiment. This is the apotheosis of an essential sickness; the philosophical architects of western civilization have claimed the superiority of “intellect” over body & emotions since at least the time of Plato.
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I don’t like horror movies, but every couple of years I watch Clive Barker’s film Hellraiser… as though consulting an oracle. A prodigy of the genre, Barker is responsible for unleashing many terrifying images into the popular consciousness. He’s indirectly responsible for terrorizing my entire adolescence; when I was twelve I watched Barker’s Candyman, then spent the next several years experiencing The Fear every time I entered a bathroom. The only other movie that’s ever fucked with my head to that degree is The Exorcist, a film notable for having cursed the cast and crew with numerous catastrophes. Some forces are not to be summoned lightly.
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“We are explorers in the furthest regions of experience. Demons to some, angels to others.” -The High Priest
Some of the defining energies of TechnoBabylon are manifested as characters in the Hellraiser series; they’re called Cenobites (from Greek/Latin: “cloister monks”). They are beings of a realm where pain, torture, and punishment are conflated with pleasure. They are summoned via an occult artifact—a puzzle-box. They arrive and take people to a cosmic Gitmo, where they subject them to infinite physical suffering. This suffering is linked to sexuality; the Cenobites appear as BDSM leather fetish freaks, mutilated and deformed. The High Priest of the Cenobites has a pale, undead face carved into a pattern of grids and metal spikes—which to me looks a lot like the aerial view of any modern city.
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The novella on which the Hellraiser movie is based was partly inspired by Clive Barker’s experience of going to BDSM fetish clubs, where he saw people piercing their flesh for jollies.
While he was young and trying to make it as a writer, Barker himself spent a period of time earning a living as a prostitute—or, in the obfuscative, industrial-Marxist parlance of our era, a “sex worker.” The utter frequency of people selling their ass to pay bills is a testament to the sinister nature of capitalism… and of civilization itself.
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Something I’ve noticed in my encounters with proponents of the BDSM Lifestyle™ is their tendency to provide unprompted details about their activities. They can’t wait to tell you how “liberating” it is to engage in sexualized ritual enactment of Domination, Submission, & Punishment; they gladly provide unsolicited descriptions of specific acts that helped them “heal from trauma.” This tendency reveals the truth of their values and worldview—they verbally initiate other people into this sex cult against their will.
If I didn’t ask for such intimate details, why are they telling me? Violating personal boundaries is inherent to a society that produces such fetishes.
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BDSM is merely a sexual efflorescence of a culture that hates the body and is alienated from its own animal physicality. The mechanized, materialist, “rationalist” western world is one gigantic Satanic Mill—its purpose, its aim, its gods, its forms and functions center on Power & Control. And, as many women and children have learned under the global cult of patriarchy, the ultimate form of power over any living being is murder.
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These kinds of rites are not limited to kinksters. Really, what’s more reflective of domination culture than wage labor, with its exploitation and ritualized humiliation? Please sit there politely while we give you this performance evaluation (*cue screams from the audience*).
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“You solved the box. We came.” –The High Priest
A recurring motif in the Hellraiser series is evisceration by barbed chains.
Here’s a fun fact I learned from the wife of a wealthy British oil baron: the British Empire used a unit of land-measurement that consists of 66 feet. This was the measure they used to carve up Turtle Island and many other places. They call this unit of measurement a “chain.”
They put the earth in chains.
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Rich White Junkie: “I didn’t ask for this.” The High Priest: “Oh, but you did.”
Back in the early ‘90s when I was in junior high, there was a series of underground videos that came out called Faces of Death, which featured all kinds of horrific footage, from kittens being chopped up to human bodies destroyed by car wrecks. I saw one of the early tapes, which both repulsed and fascinated me.
Once the internet conquered our society, people going online and watching such videos became standard. If you were born before 1980 and you’re feeling bold, the next time you get the chance, ask someone born in the ‘90s or later to describe for you some of the craziest shit they’ve seen on the internet. Hellish imagery is normal for them; they’ve sat around with friends, or more often alone, and watched hours of evil shit.
Their conception of life is polluted by these things.
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I entered into adulthood a few years before everyone in the universe had high-speed internet, and almost ten years before the first spacephones emerged from the Stygian ether. I studied the cultural shift as gonzo porn became as common as beer ads at a Superbowl. Now, after two decades of people constantly filling their eyes with bizarre, violent, and fetishistic imagery, we’ve got adolescent girls selling digital pictures of their feet to perverts, and a legion of women whose side-hustle is to enact the sexual requests of anonymous strangers on OnlyFans. Yay technology.
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I have a basic policy when it comes to dealing with people who are indulging their smartphone addiction; if we’re having an in-person conversation, and they start stroking their phone, I stop talking and wait until they finish… at which point, they will usually insist on their ability to participate in conversation while simultaneously diddling the hellbox.
Of course that’s bullshit; it’s impossible to give full attention to someone else while you’re engaging the machine. I’m always gentle in my refusal, but nevertheless I simply won’t compete for attention with unholy artifacts.
Compassion demands a degree of flexibility about this. There are too many people who are carrying such an enormous basket-case full of insecurities that my refusal to speak while they’re punching buttons might riddle them with too much anxiety to sleep. That sounds like a joke, and it is… but it ain’t funny.
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I often find it difficult to discuss spiritual matters with people who are not black or indigenous. The truth of the spirit is culturally real to us in a way that it is not to the post-Christian secular mechanical blah blah blah of mainstream America.
There’s a term in Swahili, “ntu”—interpreted into English, it’s something like soul/rhythm/vibe/spirit. It’s what gave us the songs of Al Green and the speeches of Martin Luther King. The African Studies scholar Marimba Ani discusses it in her book, The Circle is Unbroken, which analyzes the shadows of African culture that survived the cargo hold. Please note: you could replace every occurrence in the book of the word “African” with “Native American,” and it would still be more or less the same book.
Suffice to say that we take spiritual matters—and spirits—seriously. If you’re a secular materialist, feel free to interpret what follows through the lens of “psychology”: there are energies in the world that manifest themselves in certain ways. You can call these spirits or gods or archetypes or whatever, but, like Strange Attractors in chaos mathematics, they coalesce, they manifest in imagination and image. They influence.
Some people are more sensitive to these forces—you call it shamanism, or animism, or superstition, or maybe schizophrenia. Regardless of what you call it, I’m one of those people.
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A couple months ago the Cenobites started lingering in my imagination, so I re-watched the original couple of films to better interpret whatever it was they were trying to tell me.
They told me something very big and very bad was coming down the timeline.
Soon after, Israel activated its plans for genocide in Gaza.
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Recently I had a movie night with a friend who has a bunch of streaming services, and I requested to watch the newest Hellraiser flick, released in 2022; I needed to know what these entities had to say in contemporary form. This latest film is described as a “re-imagining” of the franchise (whatever that means), and the High Priest is now a woman.
The movie was a piece of shit and we spent the whole two hours of screen time (plus intervals of micro-torture in the form of commercials) griping about it. It was long, meandering, had no real sense of internal logic; the Cenobites all looked like harmless cosplay dolls, and whatever attempt at commentary on “the modern condition” that the filmmakers may have intended was scattered and generic.
Despite the wackness of the film, it haunted my dreams that night. I barely slept, vacillating endlessly between states of sleeping, dreaming, and waking. There was a recurring image of the female High Priest standing at a distance in front of a fence of black metal bars, accompanied by another recurring image: a small, empty, handheld metal frame with slots for the thumbs of both hands; when I held it, spikes shot out of the slots and impaled my thumbs.
This was the message I’d been waiting for, and the Cenobites delivered—the metal frame clearly represented the smartphone; people willingly torture themselves with it. Everybody’s got a puzzlebox.
I was glad for the vision, even though it told me what I already know.
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Some folks are scared of the “supernatural.” But what is there to fear of it in a world smothered in cement, metal, barbed wire, and shrapnel; where the arctic regions are melting, threatening to unleash massive quantities of methane and expose all kinds of toxic waste; where political leaders do nothing while Israel sets about murdering an entire population? TechnoBabylon already belongs to the Cenobites.
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The newest Hellraiser film was produced by Hulu, a streaming service. In the film’s blandness, its cybernetic vacuity, I see the torturous Cenobitic energies of contemporary consumer culture manifested as banality; there’s no there there.
But everything that makes such a culture possible is sheer cosmic evil.
Happy Halloween.