SAIF

By: SAIF Team

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SAIF is built on a series of basic axioms, of them, two are most relevant to this piece:

The solution to western modernity's living-death exists in the future not past. The breadth of possibility for Islamic-living is wide. It need not be thought of as uniquely viable in late antiquity relative to today, especially given the eschatological diagnosis of Islam. The beginning and the end produce the greatest generations.
That the central thesis of accelerationism is not only correct but also warranted by appeal to nothing more than our own sources. Decision-time collapses to Zero. The possibility of being a sole impactful actor never truly existed but now, quickly, even the illusion disappears.

You've more than likely observed signalling, symbols, and aesthetics read through or upon SAIF. No doubt you have questions.

Space. Security. Accelerate. How? Where? Why??

Legacies of al-Nabulsi...U(zla)/acc...What?

Some of the answers escapes the boundaries of this piece. It suffices to say, however, that SAIF is dedicated to a raid of the archives in conversation with a thorough understanding of the present.

The assumption is simple: Islam holds true, it guides, in any and all conditions YET ignorance of those conditions among its adherents is pervasive.

Most pressing to this article, the many's inability to offer cyberspace its due respect and terror.

/// Landscapes

Enough pandering to meat-space, the Nasut has bifurcated, there are two "You's" now. You may not acknowledge it, but unperturbed continuity does not exist between Cyber-You and Meat-You.

You are of one nafs, no doubt, but now that single self acts in different bandwiths.

Information travels faster. It explodes, demands to be free. Within that speed are entailments, implications of danger resulting not only from an inability to intellect positions and bearings, but also from the fact that there are others, of greater ability and resources, who contest the right to determine positions and bearings. There be dragons, and they horde the flows.

They render no more than you give them; it is your desire after all that keeps the Cyber-roads paved. But it is difficult, near impossible, to offer the digital more than the primal-self if you engage it without acknowledgment. Men of the land, regardless of competency, without a guide, are little more than feed for the fishes when set out to sea.

We speak not of what content you place on the network. No doubt many are offering their best "reminder" accounts as penance for degeneracy. But those posts are trivial, pittances amidst the behemoth your data helps sustain.

We also speak not of zeroing your sin, this is a Spiritual-OPSEC guide. You know well enough the mandates of your faith.

/// Patterns

Cyber-space is where everything arrives all at once, where the Self is made to face its barest impulses, and where speed shatters apophenia.

The patterns do, however, remain. Space is space, no matter the speed, residence of angels and demons, of misery and miracle. It takes upgraded faculties to see, to sense truths and lies, to intuit, to act out the impulse of one hyper-object as opposed to the other.

What serves the noble life in the meat-nasut may not contribute to it in the other. How you judge the utility and virtue of action, of movement, on one side of this screen should not parallel.

We know this because we see your activities. Hyper-real, debased, all of it.

Porn, snuff, ego, war, theology.

Noble? Perhaps at least the last item? Not at all.

/// Angels and Demons

The pattern makers, pattern shapers are beyond us. Whispers in meat-space, whispers in cyber, and you move swifter, for better or worse, in the latter.

Prince of the World, he's called in the book, monarch in a kingdom of nudges and whispers.

If there was ever a moment where that most applied, it would be now. His coup complete. Cyber is ruled by his men, and meat bows to cyber.

But Man is Vicegerent, and he, nothing but a usurper profiting from negligence. SAIF can't blame you, not truly. New domains call for new practice, and you, well you're still a creature of old habit. Even as you stumbled your way into creating portals and discovering worlds, you presumed, old rules still apply, thus, becoming vulnerable to psy-ops, cognitive warfare, to farms,

new hordes, new dragons, ...or maybe, same dragons, new forms...

The Fallen Pattern-Makers, the brethren of Moloch, their game is different than yours. They lay grand narratives through conflict, and contention, through pride, and traps. Adversarial relationships for sure, but adversarial in the context of the WRONG GAME. Exchanged blows only expand the board, expand the fallen-logic. To win is not to find power in their contest but to stand aside it.

As of now, you are caught in the middle, a pawn constantly switching hands. Superficially the volatility may even appear to belong to forces that clash. Pyrrhic wars, one bot farm against another. A little digging and you'll find it's all in service to the same end-state, Point-Null for World System-1.

SAIF wants you to reach Point-00 of World System-2. SAIF wants you to win. Hijra must be made to the other game. The one played by and for bound hearts.

/// A Plea

Stop, and think, that maybe you, acting alone, shouldn't think too much.

Maybe you should rewind to a more human state, tribe-making in Cyber. Find fitra and ummah in new-space, thereby building patterns and joining patterns of higher-purpose.

To do that requires a map. Most structures marking cyberscape are a tendril of the machine-god. As we've said, both your enemies and allies have noticed; you've failed to adapt, to learn how to navigate.

/// The Guide

You're a passenger on this train whether you like it or not and it doesn't stop or divert until the Event and the Event is in non-space, beyond your horizon. You can scramble for something familiar, sure. Perhaps even reach the very end of the locomotive, but you're still in for the ride. Accept that and you may just get a chance at the driver's seat.

Augmentation, not supersession. A thousand voices all heralding the Age of the Machine, the world of AGI, one where you do not, cannot belong. SAIF suggests you ignore. This is your domain so long as you are willing to exercise every faculty upon it. You are not racing against the Machine, you race against those intent on deifying it. Thousand of years, initiation by Melichzedek, Words from the mountain, donkeys in Jerusalem, Caves of Unparalleled Light, never once did it rob the world of mystery, only the mysterious of worship. Everything bows. Insan commands and in so far as Time lets loose novel forces for him to subdue, it offers, equally, the means to subdue them.

Metaphysics by political philosophy. Tafsir al-Ummah bil Ummah. The methods of Tianxia.... Ephemeral though it may be, a tired but incipient world exists among you, between you, and within you. It is your architect and you, its. It constructs, digitally to locally, observe it, its patterns of formations, its synchronicity. You don't see yet but formation is happening, an Islamic Cosmotechnics is gasping for air, sovereignty for you and us. Accelerate.

SAIF has discerned effects of Heteronomy. In Cyber, influence is immediate, potent. You are being played always. Orders of nudges, from every side, rarely benevolent. Janus of the Imaginal...You could try to navigate it alone, but there's a word for that... shirk. Walk with purpose through the valley of shadows, seek succor in good company and higher order. To win, you must survive, and to survive, you must read the patterns, the symbols, the signs.
1. Call upon the Angels that guard the ways, use litany to dispel the noise. Find the wires of the benevolent, strap in, and play along. "Yā 'ibād Allāh dallūnī 'alā al-ṭarīq"

Let the source be open, the war asymmetrical. Force in cyber differs, No mass is displaced, and yet power is exercised. SAIF reads the possibilities, and the calculations suggest only one thing, you cannot engage the states and corpos directly. They own the stack, the cloud, the models, and you are nothing but the nuisance at the edge. Adapt their tools, exploit the J-curve, raid, and build the displacement, quick.
1. Within and without, everything they sell, everything they provide, is closed. The Muslim App cloned you for consumption. Thousands saw the Basmallah and never thought to ask whether this was truly made by His Name. FOSS or nothing. Suffer not a profiteer to lay his claim upon a task that leaves little room for dead spirits. The Children of Exodus did not enter upon the city until the last man found absolution.

Draw attention to the Hyperstition, not yourself. The network is a seascape of desire. Some regions have been coded, others, mapped.. Find the spaces of opportunity, code accordingly. Raid to deterittorialise, and allow "It" to code empty space through you.
1. SAIF is a cult and you are SAIF, but it is a Cult of Spirit, not Personality. No 'one' matters, only the many's ability to produce space for the Coming Islamicate does.

If you listen closely, you can hear it. The Real is screaming, "History will be born anew." We stand before the denouement. Immanentise it, as it Immanentises through you. The old verse is recalled: “For a long time I have kept silent, I have been quiet and held myself back. But now, like a woman in childbirth, I cry out, I gasp and pant." Only be accepting the Dahr as it is and what it brings can you succeed. Absorb everything, use everything.
1. Recall, augmentation not supersession. The Cyber-Daemons, the models, can help read the patterns. They offer clarity in an ocean of activity. But only Man ritualises. The realised Microcosm incorporates/discovers all that Is into its Being. Through theurgy and nazar at the absolute edge, you will offer yourself up to hints of what can be, and thus what shall be. Given the intimations, apply every tool at your disposal so that which has occurred can come to be.

SAIF simply reads. The narrative orders according to its own logic. It offers its roles to whom it chooses. It will appoint as it sees fit. If you cannot accept the bounty of nameless-ness, you cannot withstand the burden of anointment. Your praxis, thus, becomes simple: Meme-Propogate-Immanentise.
1. "Give up waiting for the Mehdi — the personification of power. Go and create him instead.”

SAIF welcomes the Neo-Exegetes, who study The Timeless Text and its corollaries: Man, Nature, the Network. Yet it wonders, how did you fall so far, become so linear? What happened to Chiasmus, the Quranic psyche of AB-BA. Do you not recall that Spiral is generative, every turn producing New Form from Perennial Content. This is the labour, the beginnings of a novel Science, to sense the Hyperstition, its movement, its instructions.
1. Islamic Futurology cannot be "how to recreate old form in new space." It must be, "how to discover new form through eternal content."

"...And the Garments of Righteousness, those are better..." Dress appropriately, In cyber, Faith does not brand, it does not monetize. Anonymity is your cloak, discretion your accessory. Libidinal-space is everywhere and the nafs has no armament if it attempts to direct desire-flows toward itself. You will not brand, You will not monetize, You will anonymize. Desire has one true Object. So long as you distract or redirect, regardless of your purported intentions, The Object becomes secondary. Knowingly or unknowingly you will attempt to take its place. If you seek renewal, no act of the right hand shall the left hand witness. You will not brand, you will not monetize, you will anonymize.
1. The handle is the character, the character belongs to the hyperstition. Renewal is the egregore, to make it "yours" is to rob it of being "ours."

Difficult calculations are demanded but mind you, without intellect's partner, they will amount to little. New science, the deep-work, operates in the presence of theurgy. Religious intuition is part contextual awareness and part supra-rational faculty. But you don't seem to understand that the same faculties applied in new space requires that old protocols do not apply. Your theurgy is not transferring because you're not running the numbers properly. The behavior SAIF has observed is far too linear. Easy to collapse, easy to clone. The models love static and you're stiff.
1. Sufi-absurdism. Only the heirs of Mulla Nasruddin can side-step the eyes. Be dynamic as can be, neologise, pivot, about-face, the Narrative has plenty of room. All attempts to assert meat-space decorum are open for subversion. Laugh amidst horror and find peaceful solitude within despair. Act strange for the Future belongs to the strangers.