JIHADIST MEDITATION

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As soldiers of the sinister way we are Holy Warriors. Jihadists in the name of Satan. We may receive death at any time. This meditation is intended to prepare your mind for death. If one is willing to give out death one must be able to accept death. No quarter will be given. Find yourself a piece of white cloth you can tie around your head as a head band. Drench the material in an animal you have hunted, this can be done easily with the secret tasks of initiation of the seven fold way. Once it has dried mark the front of the material with the following sigils:

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The sigils bear the first line of the Diabolus chant.

Dies Irae, Dies Illa

Kneel before your altar. Upon your altar should be placed a red and black candle, your quartz crystal, a dagger, a chalice filled with blood or wine, and burning incense of Mars and Saturn. As you are kneeling tie the head band around your head. Silence your mind and focus on your breathing. Know that death surrounds you and that you must accept it. You cannot fear death. You must face your death with dignity. Now begin to chant the Diabolus:

Dies Irae, Dies Illa
Solvet Saeclum in Favilla
Teste Satan cum Sibylla
Quantos Tremor Est Futurus
Quando Vindex est Venturus
Cuncta Stricte Discussurus
Dies Irae, Dies Illa!

Now begin to see the world on fire. Cities turned to rubble. The streets drowned in blood. You can hear screams and the sound of gunfire. The sky is black. You approach a street corner where bodies are stacked in a pile. You can see a black vapor rising up from the bodies. The essence rises skywards to the Dark Gods as a sacrifice for them to return to our planet. You see men stringing up men and women to lamp posts and street signs bearing placards on their chests that say “I have shown cowardice in the face of the enemy,” or “traitor.” You see the bodies of priests and rabbis lifeless hanging from various posts. Smile at this. Know that your efforts are not in vain that the day of wrath is coming and we will have our revenge. You may wander the city you have transported to and see what you might discover. When you are ready, open your eyes slowly take a deep breath and say it is done, exhale and leave the area. This meditation can be done before sleeping every night as a focusing point for yourself.

Live by the sword, die by the sword!

SOURCE: SOURCE:  Jihadist Meditation by Commissar Tyrannous appears in Liber 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 anonymous TOB personnel 21st January, 2016.

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DETERRITUM PER TESTANDUM SUPRA TERRAM

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November 9, 1993. It’s still three hours until first light, and all systems are “go.” I’ll use the time to write a few pages – my last diary entry. Then it’s a one way trip to the Pentagon for me. The warhead is strapped into the front seat of the old Stearman and rigged to detonate either on impact or when I flip a switch in the back seat. Hopefully, I’ll be able to manage a low-level air burst directly over the center of the Pentagon. Failing that, I’ll at least try to fly as close as I can before I’m shot down.

It’s been more than four years since I’ve flown, but I’ve thoroughly familiarized myself with the Stearman cockpit and been briefed on the plane’s peculiarities: I don’t anticipate any piloting problems. The barn-hanger here is only eight miles from the Pentagon. We’ll thoroughly warm up the engine in the barn, and when the door is opened I’ll go out like a bat out of hell, straight for the Pentagon, at an altitude of about 50 feet.

By the time I hit the defensive perimeter I should be making about 150 miles an hour, and it’ll take me just under 70 minutes to reach the target. [1]

Heeling over slightly, the Lockheed struck the Games Building dead on, three quarters of the way up. Its tanks were still better than a quarter full. Its speed was slightly over five hundred miles an hour. The explosion was tremendous, lighting up the night like the wrath of God, and it rained fire twenty blocks away. [2]

SOURCE: Excerpt [1] The Turner Diaries by Andrew MacDonald. Excerpt [2] The Running Man by Richard Bachman. Photograph courtesy of a Drakon Covenant associate engaged in an intra-European flight.

 

 

PROCUL ESTE PROFANI

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“My security concerns may seem excessive. I believe experience has shown them to be necessary. I am much safer if you know little about me. Neither of us are children about these things. Over time, I can cut your losses rather than become one.

The U.S. can be errantly likened to a powerfully built but retarded child, potentially dangerous, but young, immature and easily manipulated. But don’t be fooled by that appearance. It is also one which can turn ingenius quickly, like an idiot savant, once convicted of a goal.

I greatly appreciate your highly professional inclusion of old references to things known to you in messages resulting from the mail interaction to assure me that the channel remains unpirated. This is not lost on me.

Never patronize me at this level. It offends me, but then you are easily forgiven. But perhaps I shouldn’t tease you. It just gets me in trouble.

I have, however, come as close to the edge as I can without being truly insane. My security concerns have proven reality-based. I’d say, pin your hopes on ‘insanely loyal’ and go for it. Only I can lose.

Giving up on me is a mistake. I have proven inveterately loyal and willing to take grave risks which even could cause my death, only remaining quiet in times of extreme uncertainty. So far my ship has successfully navigated the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

I have drawn together material for you now over a lengthy period. It is somewhat variable in import. Some were selected as being merely instructive than urgently important. I think such instructive insights often can be quite as valuable or even more valuable long-term because they are widely applicable rather than narrow. Others are of definite value immediately.

P.S. Your ‘thank you’ was deeply appreciated.”

SOURCE: Graphic anonymously sourced.

THE CULT AT THE END OF THE WORLD

“He would do his part, his subordinates would do their parts and together, with the influx of all manner of organizational forces converging on the border region, they would coalesce into a whirlwind of indescribable nightmare and make history. Not the stale history of days gone by, but that new history, that history without moral qualm or reservation, that new and devastating history wrought on the radiation-soaked graveyard of the old civilization which had held it back from the nightmarish crescendos of which the organization availed itself as the ultimate composer in current and future climes effectively obliterated.” – Iron Gates

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.

ENCIRCLE THE EARTH IN RAZOR WIRE

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There will come a time hundreds of thousands of years hence in which the earth will experience the zenith of horror in this turning of the cycle of the ages. All of those reading who are members of the clandestine organization and some of the more perspicacious among you who are not already know what the symptoms will be in those end-times that lead up to the terminal moment. A sun shining above that no longer engenders life but destroys it, despots wielding a power so unbearably totalitarian from vast metropolitan centers that humanity will flee to the countryside to escape it – living on subsistence levels, dwelling in caves, keeping mind and body together by eating the flesh of other humans and whatever still-existent stunted vegetation can be found – a deformed sub-race that would be barely recognizable except in the bleakest nightmares of those present in the here and now. A level of degeneration in both the constitution of the populace and the landscape in which they will dwell which is almost beyond comprehension.

The seeds of this degeneration can even now be seen amidst us – observable in your fellow man – observable in yourself. For the “Kali-yuga” means the Iron Age of Quarrel and Hypocrisy – and this doesn’t mean simply the sort of grand-scale conflicts that the millenist mindset would indicate – the supposed “war that would end all wars” and its much beloved (among a certain sector of the readership) sequel, mass shootings, violence on a global scale. As the saying goes, the demon (in this respect – the Demon Kali – a negative manifestation of Visnu, not denoting the black goddess whose name bears a similar spelling) is in the details. Quarrel on a very individual, psychological level – an insatiable need for petty conflict and for those who think that they are beyond it – a hypocritical self-delusion that they are any different. These are the insidious seeds that are germinating and have been germinating even before the inauguration of this Iron Age of Quarrel and Hypocrisy which began more than five-thousand years past when the shattered filaments of that iron mace thrown into the sea in the hope of waylaying the inevitable were vomited forth back into the very hands of the rulership at the time who had sought to postpone it. And so here we are, five-thousand years later, reaping the questionable dispensations of existing at the still early stages of an era that will see human beings reduced to the size of ants and the tallest trees being the size of the smallest shrubs.

There are those who posit that such an ongoing cycle of hell can be escaped – that through some apprehension of some worthless gnostic scriptures cobbled together and interpreted by the drug-addled, early Kali-yuga bodies and minds of a fiat elite among what is considered the left-hand path that we can somehow escape this hell and the deucedly more hellish landscapes that are to follow. For those who subscribe to this tomfoolery we tell you now that you have been sold a deception – for there is no more chance that a contrived, confabulated and imagined “anti-cosmic” standpoint nor any of the impotent rites derived thereof, little more than exercises in creative writing, will save you from the endless cycle of birth and death, from the limitless and incalculable hells that have been conceived by a master intelligence beyond your reckoning since time immemorial. Just as the individual suicide of one of the beloved leaders of this sect of thought has no more facilitated his own escape from the cycle of birth and death – said person who has long since gone through the stage of a squawling brat on the tit of a mother perhaps in less palatable environs than modern Sweden – neither is there the possibility of permanent destruction of this cosmos as long as the sociopathic proprietor of all that is, all that has been and all that ever will be wills its dreadful continuation.

Will there be a time of great reckoning to come, for the inhabitants of this earth planet and the worlds which lie above it and below it – the residents of the heavens, the residents of the hells and the ghostly inhabitants of the ghostly liminal and demonic realms which are interspersed between? Oh, absolutely. As prophesied by those subscribing to other faiths there will be a time when the “blood will run up the level of the horse’s bridle” and so much more – it’s to this Supreme Personality of Godhead who is both an incarnation of and taught in martial prowess by the one who can “kill at the speed of mind” – the “machine killer” – that each and every member of the TOB and millions of others across the globe petition in hours of chanting each and every day, day in, day out, without cessation – no excuses – no exceptions – no remorse – despite whatever situations we may be in.

A time of hell on earth approaches – it approaches with each second that passes – and, in light of our position now at the time of this writing, some five-thousand some odd years since its onset – we are within it. There need not be any hallucinations as to a false liberation for those within the organization nor any yearning toward the fact that the dissolution that will come will liberate all and sundry – for those who think the same then we encourage you to shake off the yoke of that unneeded and unseemly humanitarianism – in this and in other things you need not be your brother’s keeper. If you are chanting – not some contrived prayer – some worthless mantra – handed down by those who know not for the purpose of assuaging those who do not wish to know – but the mantra which all organization members are prescribed to chant without exception – then you are already liberated. You neither create karma nor are accruing new karma, nor are experiencing the destabilizing upswing and downswing of karma both good and bad past accumulated except in the smallest token reactions according to the one whom may wish to teach you a lesson here and there, always to your benefit and never to your detriment.

But you wish to be a destroyer, yes? You want to feel the hot breath of the thousand-headed serpent upon your inhuman brow as the fires hotter than any iteration of the lakes of fire described by the authors of the books compiled by and subscribed to by religions all over the world propose scorch not only the earth planet but every planet below and beneath – hellish, celestial and in-between – created by divers numbers of demiurges both benign, malefic and neutral in constitution? This dream can be yours. To witness the oceans of chaos beneath the hellish planetary systems as they boil under the heat from those fires of universal dissolution? To be as the eleven-fold beast – the Bhairavas – the terrible ones – as they tear the aggregate creation to shreds with anger stored within them since the time of creation itself?

Simply surrender to the Supreme Personality of Godhead – surrender to that Supreme Personality of Godhead who engineers the ongoing creation, maintenance and destruction of innumerable worlds kalpa after never ending kalpa but is beyond them all – as we are also, qualitatively same but quantitatively different – and enjoy, as a part and parcel of the ultimate destroyer of worlds, facilitating the dissolution of not only this earth but unlimited cosmos not only in this cycle of the Iron Age but in innumerable iterations of the same stretching into eternity.