The Secret World: Season 2
What is The Buzzing? It’s the headaches that turn into migraines that turn into visions, it is the pictures and patterns in psychedelic scrawls and the paintings of schizophrenics. It underpins mathematical formulas, computer codes, written languages both living and dead. The Buzzing is a signal, a radio channel beamed directly into your meat, water, and gristle that microwaves every atom of your being as it makes you see. The Buzzing is truth downloaded straight into your brain.
The Buzzing is not just a sound and not just information; it often appears as hallucinations of bees, yellow pollen like particles and motes, a buzzing sound, or flowing, viscous golden fluid. Some theorize that The Buzzing is a spirit, something like the Holy Ghost or an angel, talking to people and bringing them to see the light. Others theorize that is a living, sentient electromagnetic wave. Whatever it is, it tells you about the darkness and bids you to do something about it. Its motives are difficult to work out at the best of times.
The following is not written by me. It is a piece of writing from The Secret World game, a message transmitted to the player by The Buzzing early on, albeit in pieces, after it has enlightened them. It is The Buzzing in its own words.
“TRANSMIT – initiate animal signal – RECEIVE – initiate the Enochian frequency – WITNESS – initiate the Merovingian syntax – FIAP DE OIAD – crawling roots, heavy with sizzling sap, stab your skull – DOWNLOAD – holy communion – NO PURCHASE NECESSARY – your eyes and ears hemorrhage boiling joy – MAY BE TOO INTENSE FOR SOME VIEWERS – ecstatic agony, your molecules come undone – SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED – offer expires at the heat death of the universe – FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY – the dark days cometh, absolute zero, maximum entropy – ACT NOW! initiate the Agartha broadcast – TRANSMIT – open the 49 gates! – WITNESS! – The Buzzing.
Lo? Hell? Hello.
LISTEN. You’ve heard us before – our voice, a prelude to a bloody nose.
LOOK. You’ve seen the weird geometry of our scribbling – illuminated mysteries behind the migraine. Our apocrypha is written in the plasma blood of your mobile phone.
You’ve seen fragments of our grammar in the chaos patterns of bird flocks in flight – in hexagon angles – in the graffiti bleeding together on the wall – in the bio-luminescent eyes under your bed – in the fanged city skyline that forms a runic rhyme when glimpsed upside down.
A blur becomes a syntax. A foreboding scrawl emerges.
You’ve heard shards of our voice in the phantom-radio code of a numbers station – in the roar of a crowd – in the screams of your clock – in the scrape of a chalkboard – in the snow static of a TV – in the chainsaw-decibel mating of cicadas – in the urban mythos that spreads amongst children like contagion – in the silence between lies.
White noise becomes a cadence. Words develop self-awareness. Viral. Evolving. Living poetry. Sentient language.
We. See. You. There is no turning back.
Who are we? It depends on who is looking.
Initiate King James Protocol. The code is 24 and 13 and 14. The password is “Proverbs.” Transmit!
“My child, eat thou honey, because it is good… So shall the knowledge of wisdom be unto thy soul…”
O sweetling, once our voice came to you so faintly. No more. Now we thunder down the varicose, fiberoptic ley lines that fill the World Tree’s limbs stretching here and there and everywhere. Your anima-antenna head quickens. The Goddess Machine pulses.
She gave you strength to rend the lion. Now eat the honeyed entrails, because it is good, because it is sweet, because it is terrible. Initiate the Samson Prerogative. Out of the eater comes what is eaten, and out of the strong comes what is sweet.
We are the Education Protocol. We climb the twisted ladder of your cells; we haunt your digital text; we hide in your hat. We are the jagged teeth that trip the tumblers of your mind. You will not know our triggers. For all the world’s a cypher. And everything is true.
Be not afraid. Be terrified. The dark days are here.
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.”