Some have posited in years past a schema by which energies of the Sinister Feminine might come to the forefront – expressing however an almost insipid, vague vision and without charting a course in such a way that such may be enacted, cent percent, and brought into reality.
Illusions, delusions and fever dreams of those who do not possess the maximum of will and determination to see hard vision brutally birthed on the stage of the concrete, applied to the flesh, psycho-physiology and consciousness alike are like ephemeral dreams – present in their first considering, gone and dissipated with the morning light.
The fanatics of evil without limits have, will and are continually pushing through this intertia.
By dreadful, hideous measures of will made flesh enacting the sort of austerities which make the angels scream and the spirits of the earth shudder in the disturbance to natural order that such hideous transfigurations afford.
This is the fell way, that amoral, psychotic pathway of demon and demoness conjoined – facilitating the will of the Dark Mothers who do not seek to forward the natural but that which is instead unnatural, that which is decidedly excessive, decidedly blasphemous and amoral and thus, bearing the scent of the catastrophic. – The Book of Dark Mothers
“The labyrinth of the mind is something to be plumbed intensely, frequently and with no quarter as to the severity in so doing. This dread exploration is best done in tandem with an exploration – even and as of strict a nature – with the flesh. That which is disciplined, that which is punished, and oftentimes most severely, shall be conditioned in and of itself to apply that same strictness to not only itself by rote but to all others so deserving – thereby conditioning the environment and the inhabitants thereof, and thereby grasping that hideous hold on the nature of reality itself, to distort and subvert as one sees fit. Both mind and flesh must be weaponized, with an excess of attention and exactitude – for they in twine are the twin serpents of wrath which shall rend asunder the world.” – The Book of Dark Mothers
“The stories told of the most brutal and uncaring of the survivors of the apocalypse – those who had not sought to eke out some semblance of the normative reality that most of society had once known prior to the nuclear wars but rather those who had already possessed a penchant for ultra-violence, those suffuse with the most degraded of human proclivities that had been accelerated by the increasing state of upheaval that led to the final terminal nightmare. For that sort the nuclear wars – and the chaos that ensued – represented opportunity. In their minds, the fact that they had counted themselves among the few survivors amidst the termination of billions held within it the promise of a satanic destiny awaiting. While many of them had enjoyed their own sadistic pleasures either singly or in small bands the reputation quickly spread of the southern area where large-sale organized terror was being fomented systematically – rumors of a region that represented the zenith of hell on earth administered by demons in flesh bodies whose appetite for bloodshed, carnage and horror knew no bounds.”
SOURCE: Excerpted from BLUEBIRD – the second installment of the post-apocalyptic trilogy authored by the Tempel ov Blood that began with IRON GATES.
A thirteen year-old girl in a futuristic setting after a year of rigorous cult programming and systematic abuse at the hands of a brutal paramilitary organization finds herself installed as a deity representing the embodiment of chemical and radiological warfare in a disease-ridden DMZ-type border area between the paramilitary organization with whom she enlisted and the gateway to areas of unknown nuclear-war devastated territories from which she came.
Graphic courtesy Nameless Visions.
I remembered the cast of the sky on that early evening, pre-twilight, when you looked upward at the clouds, watching the ostentation of the sun’s slowly failing light creating intricacies of hue and texture as it filtered through them.
I recall with even greater clarity bringing you down into the filth of night, into a land of sweat, poisonous insects and summer beyond the forest lands where the sentinel towers reside to a place where mornings came bleak, horrific and woven with artifice and malice at the sound of the cockerel’s crow, the sound of treason.
Now when I consider the sophisticated propulsion-driven machines of death that are forged in your land I feel unrequited – so I fill my mind instead with visions of ripping the limbs off children almost with the ease that those of that demographic might remove the limbs of an arachnid.
I am walking death and the hand of Satan.
The next challenge came in 1977 and carried far heavier implications. The magazine New West published a story based on interviews from ten Temple defectors. The article’s authors wrote, “Based on what these people told us, life inside Peoples Temple was a mixture of Spartan regimentation, fear and self-imposed humiliation” (Kilduff and Tracy). Former Temple member Elmer Mertle described a technique used by Jones called “catharsis,” a form of public humiliation. Mertle said in the article:
The first forms of punishment [in the Temple] were mental, where they would get up and totally disgrace and humiliate the person in front of the whole congregation. Jim would then come over and put his arm around the person and say, ‘I realize that you went through a lot, but it was for the cause. Father loves you and you’re a stronger person now. I can trust you more now that you’ve gone through and accepted this discipline.’ (Kilduff and Tracy)
SOURCE: Evidentiary documentary footage from BEAST BARRACKS Channel featuring clandestine organizational personnel engaging in an enhanced disciplinary ordeal involving trauma-based programming with specific algorithm prompts and recently developed psychic driving techniques. Quote excerpted from The Psychological Massacre: Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple by Rose Wunrow.
Dark stars consume dead suns and the flesh of the adepts – by which sustenance they rise anew to shine, cold and hellish, as predators of worlds.
SOURCE: Photograph courtesy clandestine organization personnel, depicting an offering to Lord Yamaraja, the lord of death.
Satan is the archetype of the untamed wilderness. His is the skies. His is the earth. He is no stranger to intrigue, espionage, genocide, violence and nuclear war. He is the possessor of secrets. He is the guardian of the occult. He is the master of Awe and Derision. Satan – whose word is CHAOS.
SOURCE: Excerpted from “Discipline of the Gods”, originally released in “Discipline of the Gods/Altars of Hell/Apex of Eternity” printed by Ixaxaar Occult Publications, Tampere, Finland 2003 and limited to 333 copies. Rereleased in Liber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200)
O Felix Culpa: The Tempel ov Blood courtesy Nameless Therein
“I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor… and surviving.” – Col. Kurtz, Apocalypse Now
This chanting of the Hare Krsna mantra is enacted from the spiritual platform, and thus this sound vibration surpasses all lower strata of consciousness – namely sensual, mental and intellectual.
There is no need, therefore, to understand the language of the mantra, nor is there any need for mental speculation nor any intellectual adjustment for chanting this maha-mantra. It is automatic, from the spiritual platform, and as such, anyone can take part in vibrating this transcendental sound without any previous qualification.
Chanting of the Hare Krsna mantra produces transcendental ecstasies, which are eight in number.
- Being stopped as though dumb
- Standing up of hairs on the body
- Dislocation of voice
- Fading of the body
- Crying in ecstasy
SOURCE: Excerpt regarding the transcendental ecstasies of chanting the Hare Krishna mahamantra from The Science of Self Realization by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, Bhaktivedanta Book Trust. Photograph anonymously sourced.
The commandant standing on the bed was of super-high rank, wearing a pointed black helmet of fine mesh and one bleak bar of horizontal goggle lens and erstwhile garbed in a shining black outfit of skintight design and unknown fabric origin. Her large breasts shone like bleak and deadly moons encased in the shining black fabric, one of her waspish and skeletal hands carefully holding a vial containing a green poison liquid, her other clasped triumphantly on the bar separating the bed from the cab of the military automotive.
Her waist bore a thick nylon utility belt with a harsh nursery strap hanging to one side along with implements such as night sticks, restraints and then, in the other, a bleak, long-nosed pistol in a stellar black holster. She was of the elite of the elite, a god in the flesh, the touted female known as the commandant – never seen but worshiped throughout organization-run territories as a black mistress of death, destruction and imploding schizophrenic blood lust – creeping like a mustard gas mist across the destroyed and devastated plains of a post-nuclear hell.
SOURCE: Excerpted from IRON GATES by Tempel ov Blood, published by Martinet Press 2014 (ISBN-10: 0692306587, ISBN-13: 978-0692306581) IRON GATES is a sci-fi horror / post-apocalyptic novel, detailing a bleak view of the spiritual horrors of the world-to-come. Set seventy years after a worldwide nuclear conflagration, IRON GATES allows the reader a sight into a nightmarish landscape populated by even more nightmarish characters in a hideous future which leaves little to the imagination. Brutal and unsparing, it is not suitable for readers under 18. Readers should be advised of extreme graphic content.