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.

WAMPHYRIC HATRED

An aspiration toward Wamphyrism is an aspiration toward that which will harm – not only others, whatever their status may be in terms of human society and human relationship – friends, family, associates – man, woman, child – all the same, all equal subjects for predation, exemptions false in designation for the vampire – but harm untold for the self as well and, perhaps, especially so.

For, within Wamphyrism, all that is human must die – immolated in the fires of a hate unnatural and Undead – for the predator to arise. For this path is not for all – and, perhaps, oftentimes not only for some – in that the spirits, once raised, will be most neglectful of showing mercy for those unsuitable and, in exacting, acausal torment, oftentimes even more unmerciful for those who may in fact have that rare and horrific filament of inhuman nature that might allow passage, rife with sorrow, to the land of the dark immortals.

SOURCE: Video anonymously sourced from a TOB supporter located in continental Europe. Background music courtesy Division Omega. Text excerpted from the foreword by Czar Azag-kala to Codex Aristarchus by A.A. Morain.

AGIOS O TERROR

“One of the areas is that of the overtly illegal, violent attacks against the System. ‘Hit and run’, so to speak. Wouldn’t it make better sense to turn that concept around to ‘run and hit’? It only means that you should first drop out of sight, go underground, and stay that way for however long is required for you to learn to exist comfortably at it. At that point you can go ahead and do – and probably get away with – any damned thing you’d choose to pull.” – James Mason, SIEGE

SOURCE: Tribute submission to the clandestine order. Anonymously sourced.

CONTINUUM

“There are many possible alternative answers to the question of why victims are alleging things that don’t seem to be true….I believe that there is a middle ground – a continuum of possible activity. Some of what the victims allege may be true and accurate, some may be misperceived or distorted, some may be screened or symbolic, and some may be “contaminated” or false. The problem and challenge, especially for law enforcement, is to determine which is which. This can only be done through active investigation. I believe that the majority of victims alleging “ritual” abuse are in fact victims of some form of abuse or trauma.”

SOURCE: Video from BEAST BARRACKS Channel featuring anonymous clandestine organizational member engaged in trauma-induced programming session in early winter 2016. Quote from Investigator’s Guide to Allegations of “Ritual” Child Abuse by Kenneth V. Lanning, January 1992 archived here.

LORD OF MURDER

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“You are going to suffer, you filth!”

The lieutenant loomed over Wendy, his face contorted in deranged rage, spittle expectorating from betwixt clenched jaws and catching in his thick black mustache as each word was emphasized with the unmistakable promise of violence. Gaubni himself was his adviser now, speaking words of instruction that only the lieutenant could hear – transmitting his satanic directives directly into the lieutenant’s mind. Only through horror could the Great Demon be propitiated – and on this night the woods would resound with the bleak screams of molestation and torture.

Dark forces were afoot in the land as the combined martial forces of the organization lurched towards the borders of their territory – creeping death which would result in mass culling employing new measures terrible in their properties and destructive in purpose. All that could be leveraged in the multi-faceted campaign was being leveraged, evidentiary in the fact that the myriad internal security, intelligence, shock troops and cult recruiters had left the commander’s headquarters with visions of the commander and commandant both freshly emblazoned within their visions – the gods-in-flesh-bodies appearing before them personally, blessing the machines of death and the grim butchers who wielded them.

From the hypercenter – that place where the rivers roiled and flesh melted – the skeletal finger of the commandant extended, sheathed in gleaming black, indicating with sickly intent the amassed sacrifice – its coordinates and properties – properties which would be made anew in her image, conditions which would be made extraordinary. The scorched earth itself served as the sacrificial abattoir in the foothills. Black figures swarmed across the land, a mobilization to which no counter-mobilization was possible.

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.

BLUEBIRD – forthcoming from Martinet Press in 2016.

ONCE THE MIND IS OPENED, SATAN IS SURE TO ENTER

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Organizations with a wide range of political and criminal agendas have historically relied on coercive interrogation and brainwashing of various types to force submission and information from enemies and victims, and to indoctrinate and increase cooperation in members and captors. In modern times, these techniques are used by political/military/espionage organizations, race/ethnic hate-groups, criminal groups (e.g., child pornographers and sex rings, and international traffickers of women, children, guns, and drugs) and exploitative and destructive cults with spiritual or other agendas. Methods of “thought reform” used by such groups include intimidation, social isolation, religious indoctrination, threats against victims or their loved ones, torture, torture of co-captives, and brainwashing through social influence or deprivation of basic needs, such as sleep or food (see Releasing the Bonds: Empowering People to Think for Themselves (2000), by Steven Hassan).

SOURCE:  Excerpted from Mind Control: Simple to Complex. Photograph of trauma-induced programming ordeal for DSG, courtesy AGENT VM32.

STRONGHOLD

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“Now those little ones have become stars, falling, rushing downward to hell, earthly hell, and, once their light has become extinguished – as dying stars are oft to do – they will become lights once again, twinkling lights of illumination each and every one of them amidst the thousands of glass mirrors in the chandeliers amidst that most secret fortress, the beacon of the Dark Mothers, felt by only her most choice.”

SOURCE: Excerpted from Dark Mothers, Tempel ov Blood 2016 Era Horrificus. Photograph from an AGENT rank advancement ordeal in rural America, early November.