WE ARE PREDATORS

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Take away a man’s control’s, his children, his wife, his job, he becomes a murderer. Strip away the taboos of taking life and harming others, he will indulge until his heart’s desire. What is one of the things a man will do after being lost in the wilderness? He will find shelter, then go out and kill for food.

Nothing compares to the black rage of a man. The rage that causes a man’s vision to go black and upon the reviving of consciousness finds himself standing over a bloodied corpse. You can feel it coming when your breathing increases, the tendons in your hands tighten, your chest tightens, hot blood rises to the surface, time slows down, you feel the blackness rising up, your chakras light up like an electrical conductor and black tendrils crawl out of your chakras affecting the surrounding area. Then the final moment approaches. The predator takes over and all you can do is watch yourself in horror at the monster you have become. Your mind will fall into the blackness of ecstasy. Upon waking you will be convinced it was all a dream.

It’s said that rape is not about lust, but about power and control. Our desire to murder comes from the pure fact that we are predators. Our rage has been building up over the years. As Rudra was created in a pure moment of rage by Brahma, so do we find ourselves dowsing our rage to prevent our molecules from exploding. Many would mark us as insane. Insanity is only a word for how far one is willing to go to accomplish one’s goals.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Ode to the PredatorLiber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200) Article originally appeared in False Prophet: Internal Journal of the Tempel of Blood Volume I, Issue 3 from Angleton Imprints, distributed exclusively by Black Light Distribution. Graphic courtesy WX45.

ESPIONAGE, PROPAGANDA AND VIOLENCE

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Build not upon sand but upon rock, And build not for today or yesterday but for all time.” – 21 Satanic Statements, Black Book of Satan

It should be the goal of every Satanist to create a widening sphere of Sinister influence which will outlast their causal lifespan. For this purpose, it must be understood that all beginning steps are necessary training so that the Satanist, later on, might be capable to influence via their Sinister deeds the shifting of Aeons. And, by sacrificing for Sinister outcome in the turning of the ages, one is putting their effort in the pool of all those who wish to see the gods of darkness, the Lords of Evil and Plague, to enter from the dark spaces – coming out of their prison of Saturn – descend upon the arth planet and establish open rule, making ‘SOLVET SAECLUM IN FAVILLA’ complete.

So, when the attempt of deprogramming the Magian influence is duly enacted one must remember that he or she is training to be a SOLDIER for the Sinister Dialectic. One must strive to be a PROFESSIONAL that is not ruled by unconscious influences and deplorable remnants of Magian thinking. When deprogramming the method which must be used is SHOCK. There is no other way.

SOURCE: Excerpted from “Altars of Hell: Practical Workings for Neonates”, 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)

 

HOUSES OF THE HOLY

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Merciless and cruel beatings by cult recruiters and other selected graduates of the commandant’s training center upon quivering and expectant naked flesh was the rule, never the exception. The latter, subjects of physical ruination most systematic from the immediate reddened topical scar then to blue and black bruises and then later still to opened slices of flesh amidst such bruising, producing rivulets of sickening crimson trails of blood tracing spiderwebs of gore down purple weals on exposed buttocks and thighs of the commandant’s most choice and succulent morsels of human specimens.

Girls, one and all in these vast cell blocks purposed by her, tender in age and profuse in number, their young male counterparts subject to predetermined fates all the more grisly and decidedly more terminal.

Hers was a cult of an authoritarian matriarchy most cruel and as such her maidens, her harlots and matrons alike inhabiting the most clandestine recesses of the facility were carefully guarded assets, subjected to programming both broad, specific and most meticulous in conception and execution. Natural selection would, in more normative circumstances, engender a more balanced fail ratio among their number, however in the ultra-pressurized psychological environment where the girls were, simply by dint of their habitation within the commandant’s dungeons, counted amidst the highest tier of the most secret sector of the organization, failure was not an option. Even the slightest inability to program only providing an assurance of enduring supplementary ordeals even further beyond the remotely sane or ethical in nature and execution.

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.

PURITY OF EVIL, PARADISE OF PAIN

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Unleash the predator inside yourself and you will find that all things are possible.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Ode to the PredatorLiber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200) Article originally appeared in False Prophet: Internal Journal of the Tempel of Blood Volume I, Issue 3 from Angleton Imprints, distributed exclusively by Black Light Distribution. Graphic courtesy DV69.

TURN THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN

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The proponents of White Lodge-driven ideology are not and never have been incorrect in their assessment that transgression comes with a price. Whether driven by the philosophical dint of their own religiosity or by their base instinct, this risk assessment is factual. While the adherents of a primarily mundane, “liberation” based “Satanism” might readily assert that the price comes on both sides equally, concrete reality-based reasoning would indicate that the fee schedule for anyone pursuing the doctrine of NO LIMITS EVIL is decidely higher, especially if the same comes to fall under the radar via whatever circumstances, usually unpleasant in nature. While the restrictions of the moral laity certainly exacts its toll overtime, the trangressor can invite calamity in the flash of an eye.

When evil is enacted – genuine, no-holds barred movements against all acceptable limits, not only that which is considered safe societally speaking, and oftentimes that which is legally prosecutable – the world is turned upside down. The elements who facilitate such become and are in their so doing legitimate and non-negotiable AGENTS OF CHAOS in that the deeds that they do and the thought processes which inform such actions are based upon a profoundly subversive and self-driven ideological standard antithetical to acceptable norms. – The Book of Dark Mothers

SCREAMING ANGELS

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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

AND REND ASUNDER THE WORLD

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“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

NUCLEAR WARS AND THE CHAOS THAT ENSUED

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“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 AM WALKING DEATH AND THE HAND OF SATAN

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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.