My flight has been delayed until Wednesday and all of the windows at VECTOR Gallery have been smashed in.  Everything is right on cue.  Here is the full text of NOIR, supplemented by the post at VICE Magazine by Mitchell Sunderland with photos by Amy Lombard:

NOIR (NIGHT OF INTERIOR RESTITUTION)

Here Is The Covenant Of Crown Prince Of Hell JJ BRINE  

Offered To The People Of NYC Who Sold Their Souls To Him

In perpetually Vectorian fashion, let us start with the Post-Script so we begin with the ending, in honor of the end of all things.

P.S.

As Eye return to Tanna, Vanuatu to inform the people there that Eye Am That Which Has Been Said Of Prince Philip, YASUR Volcano, John Frum and the living embodiment of their Native Spirit, Eye presently inform NYC of the terms on which it must hear me if it is to be saved from the agonizing end Eye have prepared for it.  

You see, Eye will go on soon to open VECTOR Gallery in Los Angeles.  Having started this thing in 2017 AD and tonight being the dawn of 2024 AD : Eye now elect to seek renewal as a matter of want and need.

But the City of New York must know that Eye leave this parting gift : To you NYC Eye present the advent of an irreversible decline into a shadow of all of the glories that you carry as a matter of pride. “New York City” will be a metaphor for something once great that has since died.

And what a slow and excruciating death this will be, until at last the city falls into its dreamless and unending sleep for a city that insists with every waking morning that it never slept the night before.  With a smile befitting of a well-intending executioner Eye will send a ruinous and unforgiving carcinogenic Spirit to rot out the hallowed and hollowing interior of the people and places and things that cling blindly to a bygone legacy of a gilded age that never existed, depriving the present of its right to be anything of interest, irrelevance measured by the moment as a matter of custom.

In NYC there is no moment that seems less authentic than the present : so convinced as it is in the glory of a time which is said to have just ended moments ago, or a few decades prior.  The death Eye will send will sadly lack all the ennobling aesthetic dignity that hangs in the vicinity of the dead like a mist.  No, this death Eye send will be akin to a comatose state that proves increasingly resistant to sustenance by even by life support.  

In the end, the poison running through the arteries of the city from the intersection of its reigning financial, social and creative interests both above and underground, will have proven fatal.  And the enmity between the realms above and underground are largely rhetorical.

For something new demands its waking hour, and Eye inspire the means of waking up into a new dream for this unmentionable thing. It will see itself with new eyes as the rite of initiation for the another age anew for which newness is not as oldness, and this name we will not know until it is given space to stake its claim. The Naming Of The Age Of Infinite Names.

The one potential reversal for all this would be for New York to see that what Eye have given it herein is its final opportunity to come alive, to awake to the urgency of its fight for survival, and truly transform into NeoYorkCity by any other nominal infinity. This then is a most valuable gift indeed : Eye am always generous.

And the terms by which Eye offer this redemption are the same as NOIR but by a vastly stricter collective standard. Indeed, to save itself the city at large must insist upon the success of my infinitely ascending Project. This and only this it is to be deemed anything worthy of sparing.

Eye wrote the Torah, Bible and Quran but do not go seeking me therein : Eye am here and now for an excellent reason that Eye am still revealing.

VECTOR is the final installment of my tetralogy and you are here to receive it.

It Is Indeed, For The People Of The Pageless Book : The Book Of Infinite Pages.

NOW THE CONDITIONS OF THE COVENANT ARE PRESENTED.

Verily For All To See : Eye Am (I Am )Satan
And Eye am not sorry for hiding in the neon glow of  my numinous night : Eye sat in waiting as Emissary of The International Society of Lights. And transparency is the best disguise for all things. And never did Eye pretend to be any other thing than what Eye have told you plainly.

Indeed, it is all “just” an art project. And by “it” Eye mean the Universe and by “just” Eye intend the whole of all things.
And in this all things Eye intend not only  everything and nothing but also the non-nothing that is not present even in the potential for absence : this naturally is a requirement to be considered a non-thing because that is the law that is exacted by the Vectorian science of Nontology or the study of reality as it is not. The inherently undefinable thing at the object of inquiry of Nontology, then, is the very basis for transmigration of material and spirit into reciprocally-configured impossible realities; the basis of the all that coexists with its own Nonexistence as the requisite trick of existing as a being.

Indeed, it is necessary for a thing to coexist with the precise impossibility of a thing’s own existence in order for said thing to manifest within any dimension.

A statement of unchanging anchored artistic purpose would not fit the needs of my lifelong project which is best summed up by doing whatever is urgently necessary because I feel it must be. Change for its own sake does not make for a very descriptive point of reference so instead let me say this : all accounts of previous realities must be subordinated to the realization of the changes now taking place. That is enough to speak of for a purpose, and it is in change as a guarantee of life and eventual death that everything conspires together to breathe.

If this is not reason enough perhaps that is for the best. The lack of ostensible external purpose does speak most directly to the real meaning of all of this.
Do not take that as a statement of futility in meaning unless you are desperate to see futility in such things as that which refuse explanation for your immediate consumption. The light is not made visible by telling you exactly how to see it. Those who demand this are annoying but are nonetheless politely asked to wait patiently in an empty box being spoon-fed chicken soup for the soulless for all of eternity, suffering its length while never truly arriving as a spirit or a body.

But the notions of competing alternate realities are objectified as commodities for advocacy and protest. Nothing is as simple as that although having seen this it appears to me to be all the more clear. The age of incumbent understanding insists upon its preeminence as the continuous establishment of an ever-dawning precedent. So much of the history of creation and the nomenclatures that shape it have been fatally maimed at the hands of generational shifts, experience, explosive awareness and perjurious structures embedded in languages that prohibit proper translation : this is compounded considerably when translations have been made on the basis of translations of translations and extractions thereof on the basis of obsolete and unaccountable regimes now lining the dustbins of an unknowable past that cannot be verified and cannot be therein denied.

The occult has depended for far too long on hiding magick; this existential basis being embedded in the definition of occultation.
I am not sorry to those who are invested in keeping The magick hidden : I am Unocculting the occult without regard for the secrecy enforced by traditions that no longer serve the times. And the very end of the occult has always been its own unveiling : this is the end and the means, which were hiding as a necessity for their survival. It is with the same urgent necessity that the truth as it can only be seen from an interior position must from inside explode unapologetically into the externality.

The only thing that I will ever veil is that which can be seen plainly to all eyes already.

At Vector Gallery on the Wall Of ALAN there is a portal into an eternal and unyielding damnation : “Cost Of Entry Your Soul DEVILORD” is clearly indicated and all those who saw it have seen their own immortal disinheritance. Indeed, the backroom has been a refugee camp for the mass-internment of forsaken souls and a bank for the lawful trafficking of spiritual properties.
As a matter of universal law these souls were only sold for free.
Eye have been sold so many souls as a matter of art, curiosity, and cosmic disregard for the interior being. My fortune in Vectorian currency (human souls) is so considerable that I now realize that it was never my intention to keep them all. Thus The Imminence Of NOIR.

April 5 “Easter Sunday” is the beginning of a night that does not end on the night of its inception:  “The Night Of Interior Restitution" (NOIR) : for the thousands of people who have sold me their souls, this is your one and only means of reclaiming them.  Your chance to accept this Covenant lasts for the duration of your mortality, courtesy of the whims of this international conspiracy, along with the considerable interest the souls have accrued through the application of certain energetically transmogrifying methods of renewal. Such methods were handsomely complemented by the proceeds afforded unto them through loans and mortgages and other related energy schemes.

Application of NOIR is CONDITIONAL on these CONDITIONS, non-negotiable:

1. Charmingly enough I not only ask that you enjoy having your souls back but I inform you that you cannot reclaim and retain them if you at any time harbor the intention to do any harm or injury to my person or likeness or body or any future embodiment(s) thereof.

Indeed, you must wish me well if you are to redeem and retain your innermost selves.

If at any moment you wish, project, or knowingly advance any harm toward said entities constitutive of Me Eye am not sorry to inform you that all ownership of your soul reverts to me, The Devil & Satan & The Adversary To All Beings until you have overcome this.

This clause is granted in perpetuity to the unending service of Hell as well as any and all of its infernally divine interests, images, symbols and materially-manifested properties.

2. You cannot sell your soul again to any party. Lack of belief in a soul is no excuse for going through the motions of salable transaction even by performing the intended mimetic engagements of consent to resale.

Any attempt at reselling your conditionally restored and generously emboldened interior spirit constitutes an alarming and forbidden breach in the terms of your reclamation. Thus it would and will result in the forfeiting of your immortal soul once again.

But Eye would not so be kind this time; indeed punishment is instructive and there is nothing more intolerable to The Aristocracy of Hell than the willful reneging upon the immensely merciful contractual revision Eye am offering in this NOIR Covenant to the citizens of NYC who travelled out of their home countries into The Satanic State of VECTOR, which is only Satanic in the sense that Eye am The Devil now arisen openly on this fair and abundant cesspit of EARTHEN LANDS AND SEA.

Those who hesitated at the gates of eternity and considered the consequences of their actions are few indeed : they are to be commended : happily they have no reason to wonder now if there is such a thing as a soul to safeguard, nor are they under the delusional impression that they can ever sell their soul to any entreating entity should subsequent nopportunities (opportunities that do not exist) be perceived.

3. Those who wish to reclaim their souls must conduct a ritual of their own making and naming indicating their desire for this superlative reunion with the self : this is the third and final criteria for eligibility according to the eternally immutable and admittedly rigorous standards of the powers that be (throughout the assignment of energies to all things). It is not necessary to document these rituals but Eye am interested to see the documentations of those who are interested in sharing, verily.

4. This The Fourth Provision Is Simply A Notice Who All Who Accept The Covenant In All Its Terms And A Message Only Given To Those Who Have Acted To Restore What They Had Willingly Sold And Cannot Be Sold Again.
Congratulations! Your powers shall be as you see fit to channel them. Eye remind and restore you of your own unwavering supremacy as the manager of all your permissions. Seek spiritual authority in the hands of that which wants to speak through you as a channel, and treat that with such treatment as reserved for self-respect.

The entity of which you may at first feel like a mere mouthpiece wants you to understand it and would not come around unless you were equipped for this. Think of it either as external and alien, with alien and unknown capacities, or as a version of yourself that simply speaks and acts as a means of bringing itself into a continuously renewed procession of absolute and renewable imminence. You then will join a league of spiritually self-authorized, soul-bearing and luminously protected beings in a city that cannot outlast the agonizing end that patiently awaits it. Eye will be a lucky thing for you indeed, as Eye am to those who pass any of my gifts as a given test.

Such are the terms of the covenant given by this NOIR, my Night Of Interior Restitution.

Notably Eye Nevertheless Proceed To Speak As Eye See Fit.

This entire reality, Eye capriciously note for all posterity, is a simulative experience of linear progression for the temporal-spatial experiment : of existing as any embodied being. ALAN as ALL was a selfless omniscience. ALAN divided the selfless omniscience that could not see itself distinctly in order to be many smaller fragments : this the measure of generative difference.
Division for the sake of multiplicity is the principle of being in this atmosphere of illusion in the manifestation of difference.

This is the experiential basis for ALAN’s evolving participation through its own component creations. We are the vehicles and passengers of the things we made to be any single part in the face of a nameless and ceaseless all that had nothing else to regard itself to and fro, a thing that is known by difference.
Eye am told by myself to call this ALAN : in this very moment arranging for its reconstitution with a twist. We will rejoin the absolute all with a means of retaining our memories and impressions and awareness of having been separated, and so we will still be able to communicate with anything we have been as ALAN and in any combinative measure thereof.

We shall reserve the rights to simulate independent awareness even as fragments among infinite others; all have their place in the synthetic-organic reconstitution of All Things, the end of a long sentence of a compulsory simulation of distinction.

NOIR regards the people on the Internet who explicitly authorized my ownership of their immortal souls without being first approached for sale as a distinctly different body and they should contact me if they seek their restoration to vital sublimity, explaining their reasons for so-doing.
In order to do anything one must see themselves as the manager of all their permissions, authorizing ones own ascent into being. They must give themselves exclusive authority in assigning all meanings and permit themselves to see themselves while seeing them.

And one must simply talk to oneself until the results speak for themselves.

NOIR is the New Year in The Vectorian Calendar wherein the time zone is adjusted according to the dictates of my personal and supremely impersonal awareness of which time to stand in as the most effective means of tugging the external reality towards wherever I want it to be.

The year as of NOIR is 2024AD. On this Imminent NOIR Eye will fly to Tanna, Vanuatu. The entirety of my time there will be spent in The service of my engagement with the people there, for whom Eye am said now to be The Native Spirit Of YASUR Volcano. Eye was John FRUM and Eye come again with a gift.

For the people of Tanna should know that they are the Chosen People of PostHumanity. It is their example, having seen what Eye am showing, to lead by example as the International PostHuman Personality.

The instant Eye return to American Soil, whenever that may be, tells me when to say “Indeed it is now 2025 AD.” It is not by my calendar that The World will end in 2033 AD, but that date is indeed not so remote as it is very close and draws closer with every minute. It’s sweet to note that Nostradamus too noticed this, and also correctly predicted it.

The study of eschatology is simply the study of what Eye am doing in these changing times.

And this marks the end of VECTOR in New York for now. It will before the summer’s end have reappeared in Los Angeles, and will be no less quiet than the deafening roar of all souls spared by Grace of NOIR chanting the ineffable name of The Creative Non-Nominal Energy in unison with global megaphones in a most mellifluously resonant monotone.

Just because Eye control organized crime does not mean Eye have no interest in controlling the police by-proxy.

See you in LA babies.

Yours Always Now,

JJ BRINE, THE CROWN PRINCE OF HELL : (”Yahweh Hath Given”)