An Antlered Cynocephalus in the Hall of Obelisks.

 An Antlered Cynocephalus in the Hall of Obelisks. 



I woke up and took bibliomantic (random page flip sortilege) scans of old Webster's Universal Unabridged Dictionary from 1996 at a half conscious four AM. 

I used active alchemical imaginal imagination with underlying glitched western esoterics and weird fiction narrative to envoke Apophenia, make signal from the noise and use technical art to make this: 



  The Title is: 
"An Antlered Cynocephalus in the Hall of Obelisks." 


Here is a detail of the Antlered Cynocephalus in question:





Here's the story/philosophy behind the meaning of the image. 

The word Cynocephalus means a dogheaded being or baboon. 

This succession of quotes in a row sums up the philosophy of it:

"... it was seen from very early times that the use of speech, or writing, meant the introduction of ambiguity at the best, and falsehood at the worst; they therefore represented Thoth as followed by an ape, the cynocephalus, whose business was to distort the Word of the god; to mock, to simulate and to deceive."
- Crowley 

"Hanuman is certainly little more than the Ape of Thoth." 
- Crowley

"To a god the wisdom/of the wisest man /sounds apish. Beauty/in a human face/looks apish too./In everything/we have attained/the excellence of apes."
- Heraclitus



As always 
credit goes to 
θOθ 
and 
Aophenia 
as well as an array of 
extraconscious complexes/spirits/gods/demons/processes/bundles in the network 
(all the same thing)
that made it possible for me to "see" this,
none of which exist except in the psyche. 

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