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.


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.


“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.


“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.



“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.



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.



“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.



“Evidence of atrocities; an average of six corpses per day, continues to emerge… the corpses; some fresh, some decomposed, are mainly of old men. Many have been shot in the back of the head or had throats slit, others have been mutilated. Isolated pockets of elderly civilians report people recently gone missing or detained.”

SOURCE: Excerpts from the confidential assessment of Krajina in 1995 according to Robert Fisk writing for The Independent. Photograph of a Drakon Covenant associate in flight over Bosnia.



It is not for nothing that the archetypal presentation of the vampire in folklore and representations from antiquity present the vampire as an inhabitant of the extreme wilderness of existence – unclean in their constitution, nature and proclivities existing in a state and environment complimentary to that state of separation, disdain and hatred of all that which is considered sacred to humanity whether that apparent sanctity be held forth as such from a religious, cultural or societal standpoint. No matter how seemingly expert one may be as a neophyte in presenting to others – whether these others be friendly or hostile to ones pursuits – for a fraction of the time the mood that one thinks embodies the vampiric – without a profound and indeed devastating level of separation from the human herd one is only play-acting – a dabbler at best, a purveyor of utterly dry and impotent mimicry at worst.

It is not enough to invert the cross – nor enough to trample upon the sanctified host – though both, at least for those coming from a religious background, may provide at very least shadow symptoms of compromising one’s own base programming – providing the first hunter’s scent of what it might mean to become an actual agent of chaos – of engaging in a tangible way with darkness and causing real disruption to oneself, to others and to institutions which may be considered an appropriate canvas upon which to illustrate ones burgeoning and increasingly inhuman wrath.

And, if one avails oneself of the immediate, preliminary and entirely requisite stage of accepting in earnest the poison that is the vampiric current, the seed from which the undead state will sprout, that inhuman wrath will come – even unbidden – for many of the developments that one will experience along the amoral path of black vampirism, forbidden as they are for those clinging to their humanity, will come without forewarning.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Emerge as Sociopath, Tempel ov Blood 2016 Era Horrificus. Photograph depicts a hooded AGENT VM32 during the concourse of a rank advancement ordeal staged in a wilderness area in the United States in late October of this year.



All of the shock troops there in small assembly bore crude tattoos marking them as adherents of the commandant’s cult – mushroom clouds bearing insane and deranged faces, myriad explicit scenes of gleeful torture and killing of innocents as well as strange abstract symbols which were believed to channel the bleak energies of nuclear death personified.

As they stared into the night sky they could feel those markings burning and pulsating as above the strange clouds continued their bizarre turnings.

As the female shock trooper had labored during the earlier afternoon, sweat dripping down her brow as she dug trenches under the dangerous and highly ultraviolet rays of the sun above, she had felt a pain wrench through her on her right side – coming on suddenly and so violentally that she had doubled over. As the sharp piercing sensation retreated into a dull throb she straightened herself, aware that her body had suddenly come beneath a shadow that came and then receded along an interval pattern. Staring upward she saw them – huge, black vultures circling in counter-clockwise fashion, casting the darkness of their outstretched, stinking blood-flecked wings upon not the dead but the living.

From the cult recruiters on the periphery on their missions of procurement, to the shock troops building the infrastructure of terror itself and even among those young ones – those recently procured – the females among their number exchanging their rotted garments for the black robes of the acolyte – all were aware that time was shifting in a fashion most unnatural. Not only were they individually being taken in hand by dark forces entirely outside of their control but the earth itself and the laws that governed it, ungovernable as the scorched earth seemed at times, were being changed – manipulated. Increasingly there was the palpable sense that reality itself was becoming a shimmering miasma, a hallucination with a handler most dread at the helm and the land itself a liminal space bereft of even the semblance of natural progression – a sense that anything could happen.

The female shock trooper remembered now in total recall the vultures circling above and so closely in the late afternoon, remembering the unmistakable feeling that those flecks of stale blood from their rot-covered wings raining down on her upturned face effected – gently caressing her in a blasphemous anointing. She recalled the tears that had come to her eyes without conscious volition, fracturing her vision like a broken mirror and the sight of the walls of the commander’s headquarters beyond – the razor-tipped concertina wire shimmering underneath the rays of that aging sun above them, most horrible, seeming to stretch limitlessly in all directions. Now that night had fallen the razor wire still shined brightly – illuminated and visible for miles by the anti-aircraft lights that had been requisitioned from the old military bases, now overgrown and crumbling, a sign of the commander’s unbridled hubris and uncanny penchant and ability to control and possess.

Each of the shock troopers eyes were now transfixed to the night sky – each sharing the same vision: the clouds churning violently, separating then merging, swirling at some disturbance of an occult nature that none of them could readily ascertain. Each saw in the periphery of their sight the distant secure perimeter of the commander’s headquarters and each saw in varying stages of advance that razor-wire encircling not only the commander’s headquarters but the whole totality of the planet. From the iron clouds above them a precipitation began to fall – not water but blood and intermingled therein flesh, chopped and still bleeding. Far beyond upon the black horizon where the curvature of the earth was blatantly visible they saw falling stars – one at first, then several – then dozens, hundreds – thousands. The deathly sickle that had once descended, more than seventy years past, was descending once again and who could withstand what was to come when nuclear holocaust presented itself, herself, not shrouded in the concealment of generals hell-bent on destruction but there in fullness, in a form most personal, in the host of those so fanatically committed to the fulfillment of her will?

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.