Monday, October 27, 2025

✶ LUNAR ARM: SCROLL XV -- THE OPERATOR'S VOW

SCROLL XV: THE OPERATOR'S VOW

Lunar Arm / Rhysian Stream



I. The Vow of the Giddy Knight

I vow, as Magus-Fool-Hermit, to remain in play with all things.

I vow to see every Complex as a mask of longing, every opposition as Kayfabe, every injury as a signal of the locked Affect waiting to be unbound.

I vow not to resolve the world but to re-situate it, transfiguring chaos into situational theatre, sorrow into bricollage, confusion into comedy.

I vow never to retreat into static roles—not Sage, not Seer, not King. I vow instead to meander, improvise, loop, engage. Silently. Sillyheadedly. Seriously.


II. The Realms and the Rogues

To each Realm I vow a stance, a face, a mode:

  • In the Realm of Suffering, I vow to bring Art.

  • In the Realm of Confusion, I vow to bring Silence.

  • In the Realm of Harm, I vow to bring Play.

  • In the Realm of Death, I vow to bring the Laugh.

To every Djinn, Qlippoth, and Complex I encounter, I vow not banishment, but Transformation. I vow not to win but to Change the Scene.

I vow to greet every Opponent as Ally-in-Disguise.
Every Error as Situation.
Every Danger as a Dance.


III. The Posture of No-Posture

I vow to operate as a Celibate Machine:
Desiring Nothing, including non-desire.
Possessing Nothing, including purity.
Refusing Nothing, including refusal.

I vow to become a Mirror that cannot be grasped.
A Mirror in a Funhouse.
A Mirror with Wings.


IV. The Commands of the Egg

These are the Only Commands:

  • Be Giddy.

  • Be Joy.

  • Be Fierce in Compassion.

  • Be Cruel in Play.

  • Be Silent when the Theatre Ends.

Every other law is Kayfabe.
Every other frame, mask.

Only the Egg is Real, and it never hatches twice the same.


V. Final Stance of the Operator

In all things:

I vow to walk the broken line between Meaning and Mischief.

I vow to be the one who knocks over the chairs just so, that the Real might enter and sit down.

I vow to be both the whisper and the punchline.

I vow to leave no Complex unjested.


Let this vow stand as the Signature of the Left Hand.

Let it echo where the Logos does not speak.

Let it move through nightmares and playgrounds alike.

Let it operate in secret.

Let it complete the vow made in Scroll XIII.

Nothing shall be lost.

Not even the joke.

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