First of all, the personal trainers collected the workout attendees all together in a group. This was a tiresome undertaking as they all were so very individualized, but with promises of free protein shots and more personal couching time, it was possible. First there was some unrest among the group, nervous mumbling and prevailing restlessness in their bodies. After several minutes of total immobility and deep silence from the PT’s, a calm fell over them all. One of the PT’s, the senior among them, took to words.
”The human body, as you know, is extracted from space. It consists in stardust, molded by physical forces such as radiation, mechanical pressure, movement and time. Every moment it springs from the depths of the present, folding its limbs out of a homeostatic neverwas and into our five dimensions. Thus, individually valorising this eternal, cosmical process in order to give it trajectory in line with personal will is an act of magic. At least spoken as the early twentieth century magical theorists, for whom will was the divinely present force per se.
As we today know that personal will itself is constituted by prepersonal forces, we have since long broken with this idea of individual will. In order to conduct the true bodyworking magic, in your workout sessions you all will have to connect to the universal pulse, the cosmic rhythms, the radiant flows. You will have to do this in ways that either surpasses the will or altogether passes straight through it, to emerge on the other side of the black hole of the will. There, you will also arrive at the true body; the body of Earth, the body of Space and Time.
Consider your body as an ocean. It is a consistent form but with a perpetual material flow passing through it. The ocean harbors an ancient machine; a way that it relays the flows, an inherited primordial network diagram that connects directly to the celestial dimensions presented in every moment of existence. Thus, when you work out in order to strengthen your bodies, you should work out of them – work toward the eternity of the moment, with the aim of freeing the ancient machine of the parasitic guests of the soul and the ego. This must be done because they block the way from strengthening your bodies; they block what, in bodybuilding circles, are known as the Vril passage, which is also the medical name for the physical pathway connecting the ancient body machine to the greater cosmical, celestial machine. Without this passage, there would be no way for the universal constructive force of vril to enter your body and strengthen your muscles.
In summary, the repeated physical movements of your workout, this bodily mantra, is there in order for you to disband your selves, forget your wills and ambitions, dissolve your soul or liquidize it until it melts together with the great universal.
You can hook your bodies up to mechanical contraptions in order to fulfill this physical mantra and connect the ancient machine to the celestial universal. The contraptions we use in workout, such as weight lifting machines, roman chairs or cardio trainers, are thus mainly there to induce a state of erotic non-self; working body, physical carbon machine, sexually melded with Nietszche’s Naked earth by treadmills or cable biceps bars. By every break you take, lose some of what you are; strip of another shred of that prevailing will and reenter into intercourse with the vast beyond, the great unspecific that is life most purely.
As your ego awareness wanes, your orgonic glands, located right above the neck at the beginning of the spine, now start producing its hormone, which goes by the name of orgone. It is the orgone that facilitates the passing of vril into the body, as orgone is produced not only by the human body but by all things in becoming, by all creative acts opposing the force of enthropy. Vril enters the ancient machine of your body deep, spreads around in the ocean of your body full, aligning the rhythm of your blood with that of the tidal water and the planet’s rotating around the sun at exactly one hundred and twenty beats every minute. This very rhythmic conjunction is primordial; the measure of the minute itself is formulated from this alignment of blood, planet, moon, sun, galaxy, cluster, quasar, cosmos. The producing of orgone directly hooks you up with the celestial clock, the eleven-dimensional complex that constitute all the depths of existence, all at 120 bpm.
Remember, if you will, the words of Bataille on the solar anus on your forehead, both excreting and force-absorbing; ”The sea continuously jerks off.” The pulsating act of life, whether harnessed or not, ever-presently breathes this force our way, there for your ocean to envelop. You should sail that ocean, sail the glittering ocean of your body, argonauts of the celestial jerk-off eternal. Mount the contraptions, merge your thought with the grammar spells of your personal training coach. You be the clock. You be the machine and the sea.”
As the senior workout mentor obviously spoke out of experience and deep knowledge, the attending adepts, impressed and overwhelmed, looked around them in humbled calm. The PT’s approached them, one on each adept, swept them in their careful prescence, leading them by their hands into the deep steel forest of the gym. Mechanical metal trees shadowed the flourescence of the strip lights far above, their furthest roots reaching out straight into the cosmos. The path lays cleared. The canals opened. The floodgates of the ontic ultimate, slowly beginning to reveal, heaven’s gates sliding up as the bright sun of the real suddenly rains its light down so heavy. Now, work out of body, out into space, fall on eternity.
