MOON MANIAC

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My Dear Mrs. Budd,

In 1894, a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco to Hong Kong, China. On arriving there, he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned, the boat was gone.

At that time, there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was 1-3 dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak, chops, or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl’s behind, which is the sweetest part of the body and is sold as veal cutlets, brings the highest price.

John stayed there so long that he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y., he stole two boys – one 7, one 11. He took them to his home, stripped them naked, and tied them up in a closet, and then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them — tortured them — to make their meat good and tender.

First, he killed the 11-year-old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head, bones, and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried, and stewed. The little boy was next, and he went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E. 100 St. He told me so often how good human flesh was, and I made up my mind to taste it.

On June 3, 1928, I called on you at 406 W. 15 St. and brought you pot cheese and strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat on my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her.

On the pretense of taking her to a party, you said yes, she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them.

When all was ready, I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in the closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma.

First, I stripped her naked. How she did kick, bite, and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take the meat to my rooms, cook, and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her, though I could have if I wished. She died a virgin.

SOURCE: Anonymous letter attributed to Albert Fish from November 1934. Accompanying image courtesy of anonymous clandestine organization personnel bearing blood sacrifice utilized in a confrontation and assimilation to the one so depicted within a triangle of evocation in early Spring 2017 Era Horrificus.

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WE WILL DROWN YOU IN OCEANS OF BLOOD

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So many within the milieu of what constitutes the “Satanic” – perhaps in name only, as the questionable emphasis indicates – scoff at admonitions toward enactment of that which actually constitutes harm, that which actually facilitates terror – psychological and otherwise – though they may promote it as an aesthetic – though even that within limits – or reject it altogether in the erroneous-held conviction that the “true way”, the “liberating and adept-level” path toward darkness and an individuation most fell constitutes rejecting that which comes with very real risk and which lays the groundwork for harm most profound.

Our question to you is if you are within the demographic constituting that explicated above then why pursue a path which even in its most deracinated manifestations promotes itself to one way or another as transgressive? Why not pursue a safer, saner line of self-exploration? For the vectors for pursuing the same are many and numerous – though perhaps not possessing the glamor, however self-deceptive in nature, that a titular adherence to that which is “Satanic” might provide.

Those who genuinely seek a bleak path – a path that will draw the attention of the Undead Gods and indeed pave the way for transformation into one of the same in toto – know that the foul appetites of those who have transfigured, distorted and transformed themselves according to the principles of the harsh, black alchemy of vampirism are not decreased but rather accelerated – refined for the delectation of those who not only embody but enact true evil in the real-world – and seeding ruination and doom within the subtle energies upon which the human herd feed, though they know it not.

These appetites are not like the appetites of humans, or those lusting for a transformative state – albeit foul – though pursued in a consciousness most fiat and an enaction most ineffective – but rather those possessed of a predilection for and possessing a constitution suitable for bloodbath, wrath inhuman and breaking the uttermost limits of all that is sane and ethical. To turn the page and make the commitment to evil is but a seemingly slight move away, the ability to do so only hampered by one’s own consciousness and the lack of the genuinely demonic therein.

The means and methods have been long in the duration of their presentation, detail-intensive in the vectors by which the Undead can be propitiated and the methods by one can become them – situated in a platform of action both enacted and possible replete and contaminated to the very marrow by horror.

For those who pursue our way in name only – without qualification, without real predilection – know then this: we will drown you in oceans of blood. From beneath the aquine surfaces of that ever-churning, ever-consuming blood abyss will rise those truly of our kind – those who have descended into the interstices of interdimensional, interspecial horror within the grid – only to rise with a consciousness and physical constitution more fell, more horrible in scope and outside the bounds of that which is doable, or conceivable by that which is known.

The nature of the occult is that it is hidden – and that which goes on in secret will remain secret – and those who experience the depths of the same will never tell. Ex silentio, in terrorem.

LAKES OF FIRE

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For those who possess the grim yet fanatic will and determination to do so there is little that cannot be experienced in the furtherance of the dictum “evil without limits”. This is the slogan by which the clandestine organization – the TOB – goes about its business.

This is the vector by which the harshest entities of hell can be entreated – for nothing less than committed, continued evil in the flesh, real-world evil enacted again and again – will attract the sort of dark forces for which only the genuinely select truly seek succor.

Speculations of the mind among the pseudo-LHP mean very little at the end of the day, the specious and ultimately irrelevant pseudo-intellectual ‘musings’ of the fiat literati and, to whatever level, deeply-entrenched in the furtherance of agendas that seek to restrain – rather than unleash – the dark potential for evil amongst mankind, what to speak of seeking for transformation into that which lay beyond.

We tell you this – you ‘virtual’ Satanist milieu – you ‘principled’ half-hearted filth of the would be which will never be:

For every minute you spend in inertia there are individuals on-the-ground, here and now, enacting deeds which transgress not only the tiers of the acceptable which you, in falseness, conceive, but regularly the laws of the land – for our enemies are higher.

For every word you expend – futile and cast to the wind – there are individuals and individuals acting in concert – conspiracies afoot and in process – doing that which should not be done, will not be done – except by the most hideous in intent and brutal in constitution and ideology.

In the second-generation rank accouterments issued to clandestine organization personnel at the level of AGENT at that time and as a reminder and request to that specific internal organizational demographic there is the phrase “WHAT WILL YOU BRING US TODAY?” emblazoned in stark relief upon the scene of ravening wolves consuming human flesh, human lives – turning life and more abundantly into ruin and doom.

If you are willing to proceed along paths which entail real risk – not in a fiat way but rather according to the stringent requirements of an actual institution, requirements inclusive, then reach out – in action – and join us. For we are interested in real blood, in real terror – in real furtherance of “evil without limits.”

For those who have not brought sustenance to the clandestine organization, the blood pool – yet also seek us on the periphery, sans the grim will necessary to bring about a profound confrontation with the undead who compose our number – then we say verily depart from us into everlasting fire, for there you will meet us also – for it is in those lakes of flame that we reside.

SOURCE: Image anonymously sourced. Text courtesy clandestine organizational center circa March 9-10 2017 ERA HORRIFICUS.

IMPLEMENTS OF HELL

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In the Srimad-Bhagavatam the black goddess Kali is described as a “particularly dangerous form of the material energy” – an emphasis given by the most erudite scholars of this branch of the puranic literature which indicates, by its intensifier, an even more treacherous form of entity than that of Maya (most often depicted in the selfsame physical form as Durga, if not Durga herself).

While the individual living entities drift into and then amongst the myriad pathways of deception upon the “lap of the witch” who is Maya, the expansion in the form of the black goddess represents the material energy – chaotic at its very base construction – come now to full flower and accessible by those who revel in that which is ghastly.

Those who approach this dangerous form of the material energy in such a way that does not give due diligence to what she in truth desires of her associates will sink beneath the predatory, hallucinatory waves of her illusionary potency – becoming first adrift upon and then drowning in the impenetrable depths of the abyss she governs – replete with false leads, mirror-images and doctrines devised by her intelligence not to illuminate but rather to damn.

Those who will count themselves as her genuine fellow travelers – the asuras – eschew the flouncing, pseudo-intellectual and ultimately impotent levels of the mind that are so dear to but so very suicidal for her human admirers – current and erstwhile. Instead, the sage operator will approach her fortress as would a true worker of evil – a technician – acquiring, manipulating and forging in secret very real implements of hell.

Beneath the cold, calculating and steely gaze of eyes black within black – embedded within armor-like skin – grey, merciless and tactile – the entities of the celestial hellish planets – including a certain clandestine organizational patron – watch with pleasure and with dread. What shall you place beneath the clandestine organizational crest? What shall you develop under the choice, privileged surveillance which your handlers and those beyond afford? Dark blessings await those who avail themselves in kind.

SOURCE: Clanestine organizational altar courtesy SS44. Document as captioned delivered by clandestine organizational center, composed on date of record.