HATE IS OUR PRAYER, REVENGE OUR BATTLE CRY

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We are soldiers, there is no escaping that fact. Soldiers in the traditional sense and soldiers in a different sort. We are spiritual warriors, we have an unholy cause to bring an end to mankind. We are not fighting to preserve nations or governments. We are fighting to return our Gods, to become as them. We are soldiers in a traditional sense, because this type of result will not be brought about without combat. Taking the offensive is the only noble thing to do. Goebbels declared to the German people when they were being invaded, ‘hate is our prayer, revenge our battle cry.’ The stench of an inferior species cannot be tolerated anymore. The only solution to a sick society is annihilation.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Taking the OffensiveLiber 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 anonymously sourced.

CLASSIS CAECE DE MULTA NOCTE NOLI ROGARE

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False Prophet is the official journal of the Tempel ov Blood. Now in its Fifth Edition, this authorized Tempel ov Blood publication sanctioned for the public presents an anthology of highly transgressive, amoral and oftentimes disturbing content designed for those dedicated to real-world evil without limits. This Fifth Edition includes highly predatory essays, narrative and visual illustrations centered around the nature of trauma-induced programming and other themes salient to aspiring Noctulians.

False Prophet: Volume 1, Edition 5 available here.

WE NEVER SLEEP

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“We never sleep!” she had once heard her father say, during that strange game in which he had dressed up in the IDF fatigues her Uncle Shraga had sent him special from Bet Ayin. And indeed, Christie never slept during those sorts of nights, when the dead fingernail moon hung limply in the sky and her mother left the meat raw on her plate as a sign, a warning.

SOURCE: Excerpted from “Flight of the Monarch” in False Prophet Volume 1: Edition 5 published by Martinet Press 2015 (ISBN-10: 0692575502, ISBN-13: 978-0692575505) False Prophet presents an anthology of highly transgressive, amoral and oftentimes disturbing content designed for those dedicated to real-world evil without limits. Including highly predatory essays, narrative and visual illustrations centered around the nature of trauma-induced programming and other themes salient to aspiring Noctulians.

 

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.

THE FALSE PROPHET WHO HAD WROUGHT MIRACLES BEFORE HIM

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False Prophet is the official journal of the Tempel ov Blood. Now in its Fifth Edition, this authorized Tempel ov Blood publication sanctioned for the public presents an anthology of highly transgressive, amoral and oftentimes disturbing content designed for those dedicated to real-world evil without limits. This Fifth Edition includes highly predatory essays, narrative and visual illustrations centered around the nature of trauma-induced programming and other themes salient to aspiring Noctulians.

FALSE PROPHET: VOLUME 1, EDITION 5

WHERE THE BEAST AND THE FALSE PROPHET ARE

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“For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if possible, they shall deceive the very elect.” – Matthew 24:24

“Oh my Father, Lord of Silence, Supreme God of Desolation, though mankind reviles yet aches to embrace, strengthen my purpose to save the world from a second ordeal of Jesus Christ and his grubby mundane creed. Show man instead the raptures of Thy kingdom. Infuse in him the grandeur of melancholy, the divinity of loneliness, the purity of evil, the paradise of pain.”

“Nazarene, charlatan, what can you offer humanity? Since the hour you vomited forth from the gaping wound of a woman, you have done nothing but drown man’s soaring desires in a deluge of sanctimonious morality. You’ve inflamed the pubertal mind of youth with your repellent dogma of original sin. And now you absolve in denying them the ultimate joy beyond death by destroying me? But you will fail, Nazarene, as you have always failed. We were both created in man’s image, but while you were born of an impotent god, I was concieved of a jackal. Born of Satan, the desolate one. Your pain on the cross was but a splinter compared to the agony of my father. Cast out of heaven, the fallen angel, banished, reviled. I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass, you profaner of vices. Cursed Nazarene. Satan, I will avenge thy torment, by destroying the Christ forever.”

SOURCE: Excerpted from the script for The Final Conflict, David Seltzer, 1981.