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.

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TORTURE AND CANNIBALISM WERE THE ONLY TWO EXPEDIENTS

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“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.

A TRUE PREDATOR IS A SADIST

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There are only two types of species in this world, predator and prey, master and slave. Human beings are not at the top of the food chain, the Vampyric predator is. A predator serves only one role, to rule. While his prey’s destiny is to serve. Most never realize they are predators, they go about their day not even aware that they seek to control and manipulate others. Their fragile ego protects their conscious mind of the brutal truth. The Vampyre recognizes who and what he is, a predator of man. A true predator is a sadist, finding great pleasure in his work.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Ode to the PredatorLiber 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 Commissar NSK taken inside Black Lodge Discipline Center.

ZENITH OF TERROR

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What are we hinting at? A present day secret ‘police’ (enter substitute name here)  force styled regime which is instead of being fundamentally fueled or led by governmental powers, is fueled with pure hate and cruel intent AIMED HIGH at burning the system alive and establishing a real life HELL-ON-EARTH scenario. A regime of shock troops hell-bent on committing atrocious acts under the banner of Shugara for the glory of Satan, attaining authoritarian power through TERROR against the mundane bourgeois cattle of the international world!

reach out and touch it.

SOURCE:  Excerpted from Satanism and PoliticsLiber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200)

Graphic from a recent self-criticism session, courtesy of clandestine organizational personnel and photographed at an undisclosed location in the United States of America.

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.

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.

 

 

SHOCK AND AWE

This change will be enacted (amongst other methods) via SHOCK, TRIAL, ORDEALS AND TORTURE OF THE MIND AND BODY AND SOUL. You must effectively die to the self and the ego of which you now consist to step into the glorious undeath which you seek. You must feel and experience firsthand the glory of horror and the purity of pain. Transformation must be enacted if you wish to reach into the higher stages of BREAKTHROUGH and beyond…

SOURCE: Excerpted from “Discipline of the Gods”, originally released in “Discipline of the Gods/Altars of Hell/Apex of Eternity” printed by Ixaxaar Occult Publications, Tampere, Finland 2003 and limited to 333 copies. Rereleased in Liber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200)

Documentary video footage courtesy GE75 during a Commissar Formalization Ordeal during 2008 in the Western Kingdom of Ravana. Background music courtesy DIVISION OMEGA.

ODE TO THE PREDATOR

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Take away a man’s control’s, his children, his wife, his job, he becomes a murderer. Strip away the taboos of taking life and harming others, he will indulge until his heart’s desire. What is one of the things a man will do after being lost in the wilderness? He will find shelter, then go out and kill for food.

Nothing compares to the black rage of a man. The rage that causes a man’s vision to go black and upon the reviving of consciousness finds himself standing over a bloodied corpse. You can feel it coming when your breathing increases, the tendons in your hands tighten, your chest tightens, hot blood rises to the surface, time slows down, you feel the blackness rising up, your chakras light up like an electrical conductor and black tendrils crawl out of your chakras affecting the surrounding area. Then the final moment approaches. The predator takes over and all you can do is watch yourself in horror at the monster you have become. Your mind will fall into the blackness of ecstasy. Upon waking you will be convinced it was all a dream.

It’s said that rape is not about lust, but about power and control. Our desire to murder comes from the pure fact that we are predators. Our rage has been building up over the years. As Rudra was created in a pure moment of rage by Brahma, so do we find ourselves dowsing our rage to prevent our molecules from exploding. Many would mark us as insane. Insanity is only a word for how far one is willing to go to accomplish one’s goals.

SOURCE: Excerpted from Ode to the PredatorLiber 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 Czar Drich-dar.

THE CRUEL EMPRESS

SATURNYAN – The Cruel Empress

“Bitter night winds of winter rushed through the grim landscapes, audibly shrieking against the tips of the cragged mountains and down through the ancient hardwood forests. The hooting of the owls was lost among the symphony of night triumphant as the limbs of the wood creaked in evil rejoicing of the dawning of the dark.

High atop a particularly ghastly mountain stood a black castle built entirely of onyx – its forbidding shadow structure built upon the very face of the rock. Thousands of years ago, vast tunnel systems had been built leading from the castle into the very roots of the mountain below the earth.

Down these horrid corridors were dungeons deep and dark, their prisoners lost and forgotten and silenced by the endless night.” – The Cruel Empress

SOURCE: Musick by Saturnyan, TOB. Text excerpted from The Cruel Empress, Liber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200)

IF YOU HAVE COMMITTED AN ERROR, CRITICIZE YOURSELF FIRST, THEN PUNISH YOURSELF

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All old and outmoded forms of the body and psyche must be discarded. The spirits of the Undead Gods must inhabit a new vessel which has been cleansed in the holy fires of ordeal, trial and hardship.

Old and unproductive neurological imprints may only be erased through exploring the shadow-self of the world and one’s own psyche and body. Exploring and learning to use the dark, hard world as one’s arena of operations. The earth (“tue sunt caeli, tua est terra…”) is the working arena of the Holy and Immaculate Satanists and Vampires of the TEMPEL OV BLOOD. Via the Tempel, you will, if you are part of said temple, be aided in the eradication of the chaff from your being. You yourself must be willing to step into the caustic and sinister black flames of change.

This change will be enacted (amongst other methods) via SHOCK, TRIAL, ORDEALS AND TORTURE OF THE MIND AND BODY AND SOUL. You must effectively die to the self and the ego of which you now consist to step into the glorious undeath which you seek. You must feel and experience firsthand the glory of horror and the purity of pain. Transformation must be enacted if you wish to reach into the higher stages of BREAKTHROUGH and beyond…

SOURCE: Excerpted from “Discipline of the Gods”, originally released in “Discipline of the Gods/Altars of Hell/Apex of Eternity” printed by Ixaxaar Occult Publications, Tampere, Finland 2003 and limited to 333 copies. Rereleased in Liber 333, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014 (ISBN-13: 978-1492282204, ISBN-10: 1492282200)