The Underside of the World.
Picture No. 1: Horned octopus trunk.
The technique of oil painting (digital).

The following text is also published in an article on Дзен (на русском): https://dzen.ru/a/aGZZYQmP-mtsQuna
With this painting, I open an extensive series of works dedicated to the Inside Out. This series is called "Inside Out". What is it all about? I'll tell you now.

Imagine the following situation: let's say that you fell asleep soundly, and a moment later you suddenly open your eyes, but you don't know if it's a dream or if you really woke up; you look around slowly, confused, and it seems like the same room in front of your eyes, familiar, but something is wrong. Something is not as usual: the colors around are somehow different - the same, but as if clearer, like the light; but there is a strange haze, moreover, like a barely visible fog that cannot be seen at once, as if it does not exist, and it exists at the same time; the light seemed to be sparse, like the air in the mountains, clear, and at the same time it was stuffy and sharp; and on the walls of the room, so familiar to the eye, your ordinary bedroom, the wallpaper cracked, as if from time to time, peeled off in some places, the plaster from the ceiling crumbled here and there, peeled off pieces, leaving the ceiling is bare, peeking through sharp-angled gaps; it's dusty around, dirty, bricks are broken off in the corners and other debris lies; the room, familiar to the eye, looks abandoned, uninhabited for a long time, therefore dilapidated by the years that have passed without a tenant, although these years have not passed in earnest. Yes, apart from the dusty ruin, you suddenly observe that mold grows on the ceiling and walls, sudden, black, gray, not very colorful - yes, this is not the mold that a person is used to in the physical world, but another, as if alive, breathing; some vines stretch to the corners, tentacles from the ceiling they hang down, growths, as if tumors are sick, contagious, located on the windowsill and other corners; yes, eyes suddenly look back at you, numerous, sometimes alone, sometimes scattered, in groups, they are focused on the walls, sticking out of the mortar, peeking out from behind the wallpaper - as if the walls really have eyes, as the phrase goes, which is common, at a subtle level of being, bearing a literal meaning. Afraid to look out the window for now (because there are surprises lurking outside), you go cautiously into another room, and as soon as you enter, you stop abruptly, immediately, because a pang of unpleasant fear tightened your gut: for there, in the ceiling, hanging from it by itself, someone who looks like an octopus has settled, but it's horned, and it looks at you intently, squinting its eyes and flicking its tentacles in the air, sometimes shaking its trunk, which descends from its face. Is this octopus trunk intelligent? Does he think while looking at you so intently? Not to understand it, not to experience it, because he is silent, like others like him, he will not utter a word. Is it dangerous? Undoubtedly. Otherwise, it would not have spread its tentacles in mute readiness, emitting a muffled rumble, while a scattering of painful eyes stare at you from the walls, horns, appendages stick out in the corners of the mouth, making their way through the torn wallpaper - numerous Phenomena inhabiting the Inside of the world. Underside - as "other side", "bottom", "reverse side", "wrong side", Inside Out; Shadow (From the Shadow), Twilight, Gloom) is that subtle level of Being that is located On the Other Side of the physical world, as if from the reverse side, from the wrong side.: it's like turning a sweater, smooth and folding on the outside, inside out: the opposite side is exposed, hidden from view, but therefore not ceasing to exist, and untidy, moreover, not so beautiful, but like a foundation bearing the front side, hiding all the unsightly knots of threads and seams, jumpers, without which Nevertheless, it would not be possible to have a whole product. The underside is a subtle level of Being at which world processes take on a visible form. A level at which both Existential symbolism and a multitude of egregors are personally manifested. Similarly, our Palaces (the residence buildings of archdemons) are located from the Inside behind any of the human buildings (for example, my Palace, the Khalif-el-Qahir, stands from the inside behind the mosque of Muhammad Ali in Al-Qahira; Belphegor's Palace, the Moulin Noir, the Fornication, stands from the Inside behind the Palais de Justice in Paris; one of Mammon's Palaces, the Purgatorium ("Castle of the Holy Demon"), stands from the Inside behind the Castle of the Holy Angel in Rome, and so on). Studying the Underside, I came to the conclusion that it is, nevertheless, located on the same Existential level that we (demons) inhabit (semi-spiritual-semi-physical); perhaps it also covers further layers related to the fully spiritual spheres into which we (demons) also enter they are also able to leave, having freed themselves from the form, but also, at the same time, from the opportunity to fully influence the physical world. I studied the Underside while still in my true (demonic) incarnation. It's so amazing: when we condense, we can interact with the physical world, but we partially stop seeing subtle Phenomena from the Inside out; but when we dilute (decompress), we are able to see the Inside Out in its entirety. For example, in my chronicles I describe how Theophilus saw the Phenomena from the Inside Out (Smoldering Hell 2: Orange Tea author.today/work/111401): "The man looked up. A diverse crowd was walking towards him, numerous passers—by hurrying to God knows where, on some fussy business of their own. Theophilus grunted, sighed, and closed his eyes — and when he opened it, all these people, all the passers-by, suddenly began to lose their human appearance, right before our eyes and immediately: vile, terrible reptiles, winged and webbed creatures, broke out of human bodies, curled up, they budded off and detached themselves from backs, shoulders, heads, grinning dirty mouths opened as if giant flower buds on human faces, pig scabs on the skin of the snout, hung over the original human nose, and human bodies deformed endlessly, writhing and bleeding, spraying the dry and dusty asphalt with dirty black slime. Theophilus sighed dejectedly. He was terribly tired of seeing the same thing every day, every morning and evening—he was sick to death of all those toothy faces on top of people's faces, all those bloody writhing, all those claws and tails; he had not seen a single person among this rabble, not a single one from whose body something filthy would not come out" As we can see in this passage, Theophilus saw human Filth. "He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, instead of human faces, monster faces appeared" – at this point, Theophilus expanded more in order to be able to see these faces, and before that he was in a more dense state, so as not to see this widespread Filth. Filth is the name of one of the Phenomena: these are egregor entities, which are the embodiment and personification of the so-called sinfulness of man, his evil thoughts and deeds, and the filth cultivated in the soul. Some people look smaller, some look bigger, some have long since lost their human appearance when viewed from the Inside out; while others, on the contrary, can only see small images, few in number. Filth should not be confused with the demons of the settlers. At the moment, I don't remember if any of us (archdemons) were involved in the classification of all these Phenomena, except for me, so I tend to think that it was the names I gave to various Phenomena that came into use and were officially fixed. I remember all this gradually, and at the moment, in the context of classification, I can identify the following Phenomena: 1) Trunks 2) Octopuses 3) Eyes 4) Hornship (word as "dictatorship"? I was trying to translate a word "Роготура" into English, derived from the word "horns") 5) Buffoons 6) Mold 7) Screams 8) Tentacles 9) Horns These are the ones I remembered at the moment. But what exactly are Phenomena? These are existential processes that have been embodied from the Inside out and have acquired visible forms. It's like they're both entities and Phenomena at the same time. The generation of intense and constant emotions and thoughts of people, as well as certain world processes (a kind of reflection of the work of the Existential mechanism), phenomena. The second is more difficult to describe in understandable language, for now we will leave this for further articles, and we will analyze the first, the generation of emotions and thoughts. Let's say that in a hypothetical apartment - of which, however, there are by no means a few in the world - there are constant conflicts, quarrels, scandals, perhaps even beatings among family members; the wife is afraid of her husband, the husband is an alcoholic, the daughter dreams of death, the son hates everything around. These people, unhappy, malicious, spiritually crippled, emit negative thoughts and emotions, that is, energy of a certain frequency, because both thought and feeling are a type of energy, and it is certainly radiated by a person outside and affects Being. If the house in which the apartment described above is located is completely teeming with such families, then the radiation of negative frequencies and their power is multiplied a hundredfold. And gradually, in that apartment-and probably not the only one-movement begins from the Inside out. Egregor phenomena begin to form: they grow like tumors on the walls, growing larger and larger, changing, fueled by low-frequency energy, and soon take on a face. For example, an octopus trunk like the one I depicted in the painting can grow. True, I drew it growing in an old building, not in a modern apartment, but that doesn't change the point. And for an apartment, a house, similar and other Phenomena, there may be not one, but quite a lot, some more of themselves, some less. Once formed, they begin to draw energy from people themselves, and they can attach themselves to the person himself. These apartments feel like rooms with bad energy, heavy and bad, because low frequencies are constantly circulating there, which make us stronger and negatively affect people. You can get rid of these egregors only by changing your way of thinking, getting out of the low frequency state.

I'm in love with the Underside. I am in love with the faces of Phenomena – with incredibly beautiful faces and images that usually seem monstrous and ugly to people. I am excited by the work of the Existential Mechanism and endlessly inspired by the Naked Truth, which is the Inside, and which is what all of us demons are. "Look, there's the Naked Truth in front of you., What the Light has denied itself from, Which is only more cruel and crafty, but He acts like he doesn't have it in him." - so I wrote about myself, and at the same time about all of us, about the Great Darkness, in my poem "On the Contrary." (rus) And what is ugly for the average Light and man is beautiful for us (demons) and for me in particular. After all, in fact, love makes us see beauty; on the contrary, it also works, but this is a different aspect. All I'm telling you is that those who sincerely Love existence do not see ugliness in it, but see individual beauty in everything they look at. And it's not just about looks. And it was this Truthful, aggressive beauty of the Inside that I decided to celebrate in my series of paintings called "The Underside". The works in this series will be drawn from time to time, laid out infrequently – because that's the way it is with all paintings – and as they are drawn. At least 20 works (or even more) are planned, so perhaps the series will never end, because there will always be a lot of things that can and should be depicted.

For those who don't know:

- Who am I? Azazel Al-Khalifa, the archdemon of the East, now in human incarnation. And this is not a fucking fiction.
- What is my work about? I write and draw about real angels and demons, the Devil and God, about those events that were once serious; through my creativity, I strive to convey to people the truth about our world, about world history, about the Beast and Holiness, about Heaven and Hell, about the meaning of life and what is hidden from the eyes.
- How did I know all this? I receive revelations and visions, information from outside and from the memory of my own soul; and I am not alone in this, because I landed in this world together with Semiaza, with my chosen one: periodically we even receive the same revelations independently of each other.
- What is my goal? Open to you, Human, eyes, mind and heart.