A.R.E.P.O.
You stand over the terminal in the dark space, blue gas tubes thin and inset into the angles of the strangely shaped room. Special architecture was used to enhance and enforce 4-D spaces required to focus the forces bearly contained in the console of Device No. 163. A vast array of knobs and patch cords.[never pull a red patch cord, and never place one unless you are certain it is needed]
The noise and tension of the device are not as hard to deal with as the strangely deranged painful crying of a female voice.
You wave the magick talisman used by Tesla; you pronounce the word.
The demon jolts and starts. First time you have been able to make it move. It has been sitting on you in silence for so long now. Creeping around coating things.
Really. Its a fucking ghost? Seems like a cop out. Seems to even lack class to blame a dead woman for your problems. That's satanic. It creeps into such a blind spot.
The A.R.E.P.O. are a group of esotericists whose common understanding is of the beauty in the noise.
What is AREPO as a fundamental force of energy? It is the harmony of noise but also the danger and damage of noise. AREPO is the point on the wave when the harmony starts to degrade. Tesla told me that this was the energy he discovered when he noticed that the Shuman Resonance was having powerful effects on consciousness. AREPO is the part of the question that does not make sense, the part of the observation that will not harmonize with the hypothesis.
AREPO is in many ways similar to DOR.
We would choose not to speculate that the A.R.E.P.O. are Dor Magickians but the nature of infictive compelled us to write it out.
"Yeah, Its a fifth circuit thing" he says with a cool jazz voice.
Tapping the angst of the neighborhood. A rough sounding engine roars in the distance but you just let the vibration rumble the sickening black tension, closest thing you can feel to love, that band of tension down you torso that is somehow connected to the collective unconsciousness broadcasting for her pleasure. SATOR.
The demon ghost just cringed and became a little more conscious. Even the demon loves Hathor, the Ether Goddess.
You are a little stimulated as well it being a long time since you realized that your work was related to The Lady.
The Lodge looks at you come around with not a little derision that it has taken so long to come around to A.R.E.P.O.
(9:42:06 PM) nobody: AREPO is animal sacrifice. it is the chaos of death throws in the chicken (9:42:34 PM) nobody: this one in this flick is not crazy flooping around (9:42:46 PM) nobody: its dangling calmly upside down (9:43:26 PM) nobody: its going to be some sort of field force from the bio elecltricity of the bird (9:43:46 PM) nobody: of course these things are eaten, which takes the horror out of it somewhat
The Arepo is the twisting of the path, distortions from resistance to flow, only when seen in totality does it seem orchestrated into a harmonious natural patters.