THE DOLL WHO LIVED

Resurrection V
(Scriptural references posted below)
Our Dolls of the “Vibrant Light” traveled a treacherous path but have returned from the under-region alive. There’s not a whole lot of info on what happened in the past. Their highway of excess met a road of gravel.  There at it’s cross they arrived upon a grotesque stump. Beside which, a gnarly figure stood guard before an ancient wound in the Earth.  Surrounded by nymphs or rather “moths” the doorway lead to what some refer to, if not by Greek or Roman name as “a darker realm”.

The short story
Through the loss of parts and pieces our leader and voice, Mercury Mad, by way of shouts, chants, and fits was determined to proclaim the message of the Vibralux and gather dismantled doll parts tossed into box holes across this broken cunt-tree.  It is from these experiences in treachery our ritual is born.

The parts sewn together
Their former Bass Doll Asmo, was risen, bloodied and mangled, from the grave. Together they have gathered Miss Gendered Voices. With the heavy rhythmic aide of Ken of Pillar they shouted into the nether parts of broken toy boxes raising with them those dolls emptied of life by the vapidity and vitriol of this shallow world.

Catharsis of the Plastic Bitches
We uphold the standing tradition of Vibralux “The Vibrant Light” keeping it alive in ritualistic mixtures of unified story telling, myth making, insults, grunts, shouts, chants, and thrown objects. We ask those fallen to the swords of polarization to unite once again in revelry and mutual human acceptance by way of their cathartic public Ritual of the Plastic Bitches.

Mission of the “Vibrant Light”
We are the broken parts of makers, creators, painters, dancers, singers and writers for souls that belong with one another. Together we wake to our connection as one creative body. We are the shattered parts of neglected corporate trash. We are the discarded lot. We are bored of scenes. We are the parts of one being in an aggressive fight for self repair.

Gather with us. Sew your parts together. Learn our chants, our songs, our myth, and make them yours.

Raise hallowed hearts, fists, glasses, and voices together once again. Join us in the mutual re-connection of these ridiculed and separated parts.

For those of us who love and create are light.
We are the understated mirror to this world.

“Let us Dance,
Let us Love,
Before we turn to nothing
Your machine will turn to rust;
idle blood and bone to dust,
which tomorrow,
will be gone”

Vibralux “Prayer for Galatea”

 

SCRIPTURES OF The Vibrant Light
ελαφριά δόνηση
elafriá dónisi

Resurrection V phenomenon Vibralux.

Dance of the Dolls
CHAPTER V

1. By treacherous paths our Dolls of the “Vibrant Light” return from the nether-world alive. 2. Their former faction, a mystery defined by boot dusts of travel. 3. Their highway of excess maligned by a thin road of gravel.
4. For it was at this crossing their concrete highway met the gravel road.
5. In it’s corner lived that nostalgic and grotesquely amputated stump known as Anachron. 6. A first glance provided one the impression of a wooden tree stool.
7. Lonely Anachron was instead built of twisted foot, leg, and torso of godlike Earthlings admired but dead.
8. For however well off and worn to death they were, cut short from life by conspiracies that rivaled fiction and horror.

9. For one half life some were taken by over-consumption.  10. Another taken by a bursting brain. Another by suited violence. Another alone and choking gluttony claimed.
11. Their memory lived as perpetual corporate trophy for Anachron. 12. Their further life unknown.  13. For by their contracts they were claimed to feed akashic Vitriol*
14. Anachron, the stump claimed ownership of them all, their rights, their money, their spring and fall.

THE CONTRACT OF GNAR (Spell of Mine)
15. Behind Anachron, a great and gnarly figure tall, arose before that ancient hungry Vitriol.  16. Sceptre forward bespoke his spell upon our weary Hollowed Dolls.

17. “You belong to me. You are mine.
You belong to me yes you are mine.
We can change your styles.
Just give into the smile.
It may just change your life.
You belong to me. You are mine.”

THE MOTHS SPEAK
18. Aside this gap, a single lamp in aged glass hung lonely in the eve.
19. This candle’s swinging light was enraptured by a tornado of drunken nymphs or rather “moths” whose wings produced strange and alluring tones.
20. Joining them, intoxicated by the revelry of their movement, 21. the dolls followed by flame and winged dust down a stairway leading to what some refer to by elder terms as “a darker realm”.
22. It was by the loss of their parts and pieces upon said path our gatherer,
23. Mercury, by way of shouts, chants, and fits of wrath determined to escape the well and proclaim the final message of the Vibralux.

WAR OF THE SHALLOW COMPLAINTS
24. Mercury continued in faith to gather those dismantled parts tossed into the wounds of this broken cunt-tree.
25. Our ritual is born from these experiences of great treachery .
26. Latter loyal congregate parts, sewn together for the sake of their Arts.
27. loyal Doll, Asmo the Acolyte, was risen, bloodied, and mangled, from the grave.
28. With him Miss Gendered Voices, neon branches of the Vibrant Light were raised.
29. With heavy rhythmic aide from the familiar Pillars of Ken they shouted into the nether parts of broken toy boxes
30. raising with them those parts emptied of life by the vapidity and vitriol of this shallow world.

“Dance of the Dolls V 1-30”

Catharsis of the Plastic Bitches
(Purging The Shallow Complaints)

We uphold the ancient standing tradition of Vibralux “The Vibrant Light” keeping it alive in ritualistic mixtures of unified story telling, myth making, insults, grunts, shouts, chants, and thrown objects.
We ask those fallen to the stairwell swords of polarization to unite once again in revelry and mutual human acceptance by way of their cathartic public Ritual of the Plastic Bitches.

Mission of the “Vibrant Light”
We are the broken parts of makers, creators, painters, dancers, singers and writers for souls that belong with one another.
Together we wake to our connection as one creative body.
We are the shattered parts of neglected corporate trash.
We are the discarded lot. We are bored of scenes.

We are the parts of one being in an aggressive fight for self repair.
Gather with us. Sew your parts together. Learn our chants, our songs, our myth, and make them yours.
Raise hallowed hearts, fists, glasses, and voices together once again.
Join us in the mutual re-connection of these ridiculed and separated parts.

For those of us who love and create are light.

We are the understated mirror to this world.

“Let us Dance,
Let us Love,
Before we turn to nothing
Your machine will turn to rust;
idle blood and bone to dust,
which tomorrow,
will be gone”

Vibralux “Prayer for Galatea”

*Vitriol* A vast aged akashic wound that ties human kind to hatred, sadness, and acts of immense desperation.