FENRIS LIBERATION- A public Deprogramming Ritual
they who assimilate,
they who drown in the sea of subservience,
they who worship gods and idols,
they who crawl on their knees,
they who can not stand alone,
they who can not think for them Selves,
they who have no will of their own,
they who do not fight for them Selves,
they who do not resist in any shape or form,
A R E D E A D !
The Ritual was held at these locations:
August 15th Live at CODE 2001, Hollywood CA
March 30th 2001 "Fenris Release", live ritual @ Xanth, San Diego
November 29th 2000, "Fenris Release", live ritual @ Dunker, Berlin - Germany,
November 24th 2000 "Fenris Release", live ritual @ Stubnitz, Rostock - Germany,
November 3rd 2000 "Fenris Release", live ritual @ Xanth, San Diego
August 15th 2000: "Fenris Release", live ritual @ 7hz, San Francisco
|About the Ritual:
The ritual includes:
We stand at the end of western civilization. Mankind's mind has been crippled by christian morals, which stand for stagnation, mediocrity and self- annihilation. Instead of using our communication systems as a tool to help mankind grow and evolve, we let the mass media abuse it by spreading fear and paranoia towards creativity, individuality and self indulgence. The equality that the “civilized” man strives for, condemns the strong and reduces everything to the level of the weak. Outrageous safety laws and useless disclaimers (caution coffee is hot!) eliminate the need for self responsibility and the use of common sense. Has thinking become a crime against humanity? Is it our destiny to become soulless meat machines? ...or is there more to LIFE?
The idea behind this Ritual is to help the participants (performers and audience alike)de-program themselves from a reality that we've ben told to believe.
By releasing inner powers like the primal instinct we not only become aware of parts in us that have been suppressed far to long, but we also can use these moments to realize that there is more to life than what we have been programmed to believe. We see the Fenris Wolf as the beast within us. In Ragnarok (norse mythology) Fenris breaks loose and swallows the sun. Thus the end of the world as we know it, but the sun shall rise again. A new sun for a new world. A world free of mediocrity and stagnation. Free of small believes. Where the individual can rise and evolve, where Self - love is a virtue. A world beyond good and evil!
The audience is encouraged to paint symbols of their despair on a collective art piece. This piece will be destroyed in an energy release during the ritual. Join in!
- A public Deprogramming Ritual
(San Diego 30th March 2001)
I ended up at the club alone that night, it seemed no one else was interested in the dark rituals I was hardly prepared for. I had seen the website for the Aesthetic Meat Front, and was fascinated by their art and vision. Their frustration with the trapping of modern society, and the need for primal cleansing rituals mirrored my own longing. I greeted new and familiar faces, and then began a sweep of the club to get my bearings for the night. The crowd was small, most were darkly robed, and many were heavily modified. I moved into the smaller room, attracted by the writhing beats of deep goa trance. To my surprise, the room was almost completely empty. Few wanted to dance, most were there to participate in the social deprogramming. I chatted with the members of Native State for a while, and then moved to check the rest of the club out. The main room was very dark, with only a few lights flashing overhead to light the way. A DJ was in the tall booth spinning some excellent industrial. The back part of the room was behind a large black curtain, and people were moving around setting up last preparations. I went out and hit the hookahs a few times, and enjoyed my cancer stick.
Upon reentry, I noticed the stage lit up, and a table was being set up. The leader of the AMF, Louis sat down. A very tall, beautiful girl, Jenner, approached him. She was heavily pierced and tattooed, and to my surprise she pulled her shirt off. Her nipples covered with X's of black electrical tape, she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. She then picked up various needles and instruments, and set to work piercing the arm of Louis. During all this, there was an overwhelming sense of dark knowledge and confidence. Then for a second I saw Louis break a pained smile when Jenner inserted a hook into his arm, and for that second only I was able to see how much he was enjoying this, and how human he really was.
JayJ, the club owner, came around and asked everyone to write on a few canvases that were set around the room. He instructed us to paint images and words expressing how we felt, and they would be destroyed at the end in the energy release. I looked on as others took turns, and I felt muted at that moment, I knew what I needed to say, but not how to say it.
Soon, the show was to begin. It grew quiet, and everyone started to gather around in front of the curtain. Dark, ambient noise filled the room, and I felt the deprogramming begin. As the curtain was torn down, I saw two women in the light and shadows, and they were topless. They began to pour blood over each other, and then moved into the crowd. A figure began pounding a drum attached to his chest, and worked through the audience, bringing the show right before our eyes.
The women moved back to the front and lit a massive bone symbol of the AMF afire. The music was intensifying, and pounding us into submission. The women began to wave their torches, and at different intervals would breathe massive clouds of fire. They seemed to be consumed by the flames, but in an instant, it was gone.
They began handing out bones, pipes and fleshy skulls complete with eyes. The audience was passing them about, and feeling the death in their hands. The fire-breathing disciples moved through the crowd, baptizing everyone with blood. Some were merely marked on the face; some were almost bathed in blood. Everyone was moving to the intense rhythms, and pounding the pipes, bones and skulls to produce these sounds of an apocalypse beginning. I was overcome by the ritual, and the cacophony got louder when sheets of metal were brought out, emblazoned with the AMF symbol. It was violent, but not to one another it would seem, it was our collective need to release our fears and frustrations, and feel clean for a short time again. The guy in front of me had gotten a large piece of sheet metal, and with his pipe he had beaten it from a flat square to an almost organic looking, dented piece of UFO wreckage.
The members of AMF moved around the front, pounding on various pieces of what looked like junkyard scrap, and making noises and rhythms that fuelled their show. It seemed like a pick me up musical group after a nuclear blast, pieces of twisted metal, fire, bones, meat, blood, skulls, all coming together in ways I'd never thought possible. The canvases with the images of our pain, sorrow, and need were brought out, and destroyed with pipes, boots and jaws of animals, the ritual complete.
As quickly as it began, it was over. It was quiet, and everyone looked
drained. We were quite a sight, covered with blood, slipping on the
wet floor, pipes clanging to the ground. Everyone milled about, and I was
somewhere in awe, shock, and relief. I felt different, new, better. My
deprogramming was initiated, and I would take the lessons out into
my life. I glanced out in the smoking area, and was surprised to
see the performers sitting around, talking with people. The women
were still half nude, covered with blood, and I found it odd that it felt
so normal. I was surprised when I approached them how friendly they were.
We chatted about the show, their piercings, and I complimented them on
what a great show it was. It really meant a lot to me to be able to approach
the performers and tell them personally what I thought, and they were very
warm and receptive. One of the girls was from Santa Barbara, and the other
had flown from Germany just for the show. She and Louis both had thick
accents, which I liked, being German myself. I promised to email
them the pictures, and began a round of good byes to old friends
and new ones. This was a very freaky show, and the crowd was pretty
small, and intimate. I liked it because everyone was into it, everyone
seemed willing to participate and make the show. The crowd didn't flinch
during the blood baptism, even those dressed nicely, now covered in bodily
fluids. Xanth could have been packed that night, filled to the brim
with gyrating bodies moving to techno beats. But instead, the club
owner decided to do this show, and I really respect him for that,
I think it was a wise choice. This wasn't an event for everyone, and that's
just fine. I hope to see AMF again; I thought it was an amazing show.
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