Introduction to The House of Iconoclasts

Statement of Intent:

The House of Iconoclasts exists to establish a noble fraternal lodge in the 21st century. The House of Iconoclasts will herein be referred to as either the Noble House or simply as 9AO. The Noble House will exact a measure of personal, philosophical, physical, societal, and spiritual achievements. The Noble House and its methods, standards, and practices are intended to be exclusive to its members (herein referred to as kinfolk). 9AO operates firstly on the principle of merit. None can enter the Noble House without earning it. It should be known that among the kinfolk of the Noble House there will be true fellowship and solidarity.

We seek to elevate and enrich the well-being of what we understand to be three sacred triangles. The Mastery, The Architecture, and The Mystery which are the rudimentary names given to each triangle. By developing these we seek to evolve what it means to be human and become something more. 

What are the three sacred triangles?

  • The Mastery = Mind/Body/Life-force
  • The Architecture = Family/Culture/Opus
  • The Mystery = Purpose/Integration/ Virtue

What is Excellence of Self?

  • Fidelity
  •  Honour
  • Prestige
  • Endurance
  • Essence
  • Strength
  • Balance
  • Empathy
  • Wisdom

What is Excellence in Society?

  • Adherence
  • Autonomy
  • Development
  • Fraternity 
  • Liberty
  • Productivity
  • Prosperity
  • Pursuit
  • Security

Excellence requires dedication and tenacity, but yields tremendous focus and fulfillment. The Noble House recognizes concepts such as “happiness and peace” as the unattainable myths they are. The Noble House elevates conquest and purpose to stand in their place. After all, a happy beggar is still a beggar nonetheless. Our kinfolk choose war and chaos. We celebrate the Magical Operation known to us as Darkhorse. This Darkhorse provides our methodology and strategy in part.

Our aims? To transform the core of our being and manifest a more authentically human; human being. To infiltrate, infest, and ultimately infect. Giving rise to an authentic humanity; unbroken and unindoctrinated. The superior Iconoclast. 

Iconoclast means “image breaking” especially in the context of self, religion, culture, and politics. If there is a sacred cow; it must be sacrificed. It is only through the immersion of self into these forms and the eventually shedding of them, that we truly can see the whole of their lessons. Thus the deeper gnosis of shape-shifting begins to culminate into an evolved understanding. As we undergo the shifts, it becomes more and more difficult to relate to the Puritan and the Magian.. This gives rise to the need for fraternity and belonging. 

There is a place for you. It isn’t automatically granted to you. Yet it is attainable and within reach. The end goal? To manifest this in the living world abroad. 

We’ll talk more about this at a later time. 

-TC Downey / Beast Xeno

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The Infernal Wisdom 

One of the benefits of age is the gaining of perspective. Perspective can often reveal the true terror of a situation. When we are too close to something, it’s easy to laser focus on what we like or enjoy about the thing. Gradually as our sights are zooming in, there’s an almost blackness blanketing what is beyond that thing. We’ll lie to ourselves, saying that “nothing is perfect”, and sacrificing this small part is acceptable in trade for this thing. Compromise after compromise is made and still we cling to this thing. Unfortunately, with me, Satanism has been this thing.

Somewhere along the line, Satanism has become a haven for the weak and degenerative. Fostering a culture of “acceptance and tolerance”. A niche clique of cowardly scavengers claiming to champion the predatory. Yes, I am specifically discussing pedophiles and rapists. Sleezy filth not worth the space they take up, let alone the air they breathe. Blatantly ignorant of the most obvious features of the satanic mythology.

Satan chose to make a stand against YHWH after being given a command that he just couldn’t in good conscience follow. He was commanded to love and kneel before mankind. Satan being a entity of pure spirit, saw creatures of flesh as mere animals. They were filthy, fragile, and stupid. At first he simply protested. Stating that he could prove to YHWH that they were unworthy and so YHWH agreed and appointed him to the task. 

Time after time, instance after instance; He pointed out the shortcomings of mankind. Yet nothing persuaded YHWH. Not the whorish seduction and sedition of Eve in the Garden. Nor the continuous desertion of the faithful with every new idol YHWH’s chosen came into contact with. Whole cities would have to be rendered into piles of salt, because man was unable to escape his perversity. Still YHWH held them up and glorified them. 

Satan was clearly bewildered by this. Why then were these talking monkeys placed above his kind? YHWH eventually answered this question by explaining that mankind was made in his likeness. It was at this point, in his infernal wisdom that something clicked. Satan and the host of angels were beings of pure spirit and not of flesh and bone. Not weighed down by the temptations and baser urges of their animal instincts. 

To the body of Angels, they had been made in perfection. Cosmic warriors dedicated to their design and purpose. Mankind was clearly inferior. Yet YHWH has said that they were made in his image. This could only lead to one conclusion, He was also inferior. Thus the rebellion became underway. 

This is a summation of every version of the story that I have ever heard. With it comes a couple of lessons that cannot be ignored. Firstly Satan despises mankind. Viewing us as weak and degenerative. We cling to this perversion of flesh and often further twist it to suit our own ends. Secondly, we will worship and grovel to anything we perceive as “higher” than us. Making gods of even pointless symbolic paper and serving out our lives as slaves to it. Hypocrisy, Cowardliness, Stupidity, and Contemptuousness are rampant like fleas in a neglected kennel. 

LaVey pointed all of this out. Aquino pointed it out also. Anton Long not only pointed to it, but also decided to prey upon it. Honestly, who can blame the man? An easy mark can be the source of laughter for an untold amount of time. 

Now here we stand, LaVey said that Satan demanded study in lieu of worship; yet we see them worship him. Anton Long said to learn to raise yourself above yourself so you can triumph over all, yet we cling to our basic animal instincts. Aquino put forth the notion of “becoming” as Xeper, yet where are all the gods? 

Instead, we find these once promising institutions are littered with degenerates, grifters, and sycophants. These are the ubermensch of Satanic thought? Rubbish… Pure rot. Preying on children, turning on your “kin”, reveling in your filth and surrendering to addiction; these are not signs of strength or enlightenment. They are the hallmarks of the mundane and deplorable. 

There is a point, when a cloth becomes so saturated… It becomes so torn and tattered. So stained, that it cannot be washed a new. This is when you can look and it be so in your face. So blatant and obvious to you, that it can never be as it was. That’s when it’s time to step across the threshold into the new. 

For me, I cannot continue to be held down by what calls itself Satanism today. You can have it. I won’t ask for it back. Watch me though and witness me. You will find that my words and my deeds are  synchronic. I am choosing to step into the infernal wisdom of the New Aeon.

The Terror Beyond

As I cross the barrier; I choose to leave the dead weight of it all behind me. Look abroad and recognize the flies in the fermenting honey. Struggling to free themselves. Trapped because they were drawn to the sweetness of the aroma. Greedy little myopically minded pestilence. 

How then can I transcend? If my Will is to truly evolve and reach towards the pinnacle of my potentials, then what process do I undergo? Since I can reasonably assess that what I am talking about is creation. I will use art as an analogous process for consideration. Since I have experience in the Art of Tattoos that will be my method of discussion. 

When I worked in the industry, each tattoo was to me deeply personal. They are personal for the person choosing to get it and personal to me as a creator. In my mind, the process begins before the customer walks through the door. They have spent hours and hours looking through a sea of images posted online. They maybe have just an idea of what they want. Maybe they are dead set on what they want and where. 

The moment they open the door to the shop the magic begins. In a perfect world, the artist that comes out is in perfect alignment with the customers vision. Most of the time though, a rapport has to be built between the artist and the customer. As they talk about the idea, they begin to build a harmonic resonance. Eventually, they should reach a point of melody between the two. There are times when the two just can’t come together. When that happens, it’s best to call it and both go on to find that resonance elsewhere. 

What does it look like when they are able to build that harmony? The artist and the recipient come to a distinctly clear envisioning of it. They agree on the content and style. Both in unison of the placement and size. The creator has taken care to explain the process and given instructions on preparation. A commitment is made to the time of commencement. The recipient prepares with obedience and carefully carries out the preparations. Ensuring the proper compensation is in order. 

As the time of the procedure begins, the artist sees to the final arrangements. It should be universally understood that this is different from other forms of art. This is also why, I have chosen this analogy. This process is uncomfortable and possibly even painful for the creator and of course for the recipient. When it’s done both will bear the fruits of it permanently. Both will be transformed through this. 

The working surfaces are cleansed and protected. The station is assembled and skin is freshly shaved. The stencil is put down. Then there is a moment. As the client makes absolutely certain through the now easier visualization that they are ready to commit. At the same moment, the artist is going through the final checklist in their head. Simultaneously also envisioning through the visualization; they to are ready to commit. Now the work is about to be underway. 

This is a terrifying moment for the aware. The artist knows to anticipate complications. The question is are there any they might not be able to overcome. They’ve trained hard for this. Still only fools believe that there are no limits. Equipment failure, adverse reactions, and unforeseeables are an every event possibility. All seems firmly under your control. Those first few fractions of a sec are sort of a leap of faith and as they pass confidence quickly builds. 

It is here, mired in pigments and plasma. Here, in adrenaline and uncomfortable pain. It is here that creations are born. This is where it is ALL ALIVE. Complete with the perfumes of green soap and ointment. There is nothing to do but find the harmony that brings all of this to the beyond. 

The Harmony of the House

Religion used to be the lynchpin of any given community. The shared common beliefs and values provided a guideline of taboos which offered governance without having to enact hard draconian laws. After all, mistakes happen and over time what is acceptable morphs into new taboos. This is useful to any closely knit community. 

In medieval times, the governance of a community was left in the capable hands of noblemen to protect and in exchange oversee. This often led to hardship and oppression for the people of that land. This was often the result of greed and hypocrisy with a heavy emphasis on a perceived, but unearned, superiority of the patriarch.  Occasionally though, a great House would arise.

 The metaphorical “captain at the helm” understood  that there had to be a uniformity of code, ethics, honor, and virtue between the House and it’s lands. That men, no matter their status, needed purpose and prosperity within and throughout the land. These Houses culminated into things of legend. Particularly if they rose up in military prowess. 

We see something of a similar effect play out in every version of a feudal system. We see that when the Head of the House is principled and truly responsible for his charge; he can govern with generosity and severity. Understanding the nuances and power of taboos and kinship often using them as precision tools. Rather than relying on brute force alone. This demonstrates the strength and embrace of belonging. 

Creating a feeling of extended family and providing a worthy basis of purpose in union. The Noble Lord was seen as a father figure or an elder brother to all. Those employed beneath him operated in harmony and reflection of his desire to protect and aggrandize his House, Lands, and Kinfolk. Thus legends like “Camelot” were born and then romanticized in tale. 

The House of Iconoclasts

It was sometime in the year 2003 that I first began to consider creating a Noble House like that which I just described. I had begun to notice a vacuum forming in communal experiences. It was an obvious disconnection of people. A number of people being absent the sense of belonging and purpose. Having nothing to build a sense of pride in. 

Regardless of the “official narrative” which propagates the lie that tribalism is somehow detrimental and rooted in hateful ignorance. I began to recognize that in truth it was rooted in heritage and patriotism. It became apparent that these “acts of violence” were mostly misguided attempts to defend what the actors felt was worth protecting. Their cultures and customs. That impulse was accelerated by a disproportionate hypocrisy of sanctioning of one kind of cultural pride while simultaneously demonizing another. 

All forms of cultural pride have an equal right to exist. But all cultures are not capable of existing in close proximity to one another. Thus in a very human way, there are feudal conflicts. By in large, we as a species (particularly here in the West) are in denial of our nature as animals. We believe because we have complex systems of communication and living that we are somehow no longer simply an animal. 

We hold up this image of self as a higher lifeform. Though we may recognize that we have a capacity for both compassion and violence, our collective solution has been the reprehension of anything that could lead to violence. This is inspite of the celebrated works of Carl Jung and specifically his call for the recognition and integration of the “shadow self”. This is also in the face of growing supporting evidence that unmitigated repression of the impulse only results in an “acting out” and often violently. 

It became so apparent to me that this “system” or institution, in which, we are expected to live by and exalt is a sham. It’s a fallacious and corrosive one at that. Tribalism and War are deeply ingrained facets of what’s been deemed the human condition. Attempts to deny them or to simply supress them cannot make the situation better. Only worsen the qualitative experiences in life.

To make matters more concerning, not only is the traditional small community (read that as clan/tribe/extended family) eroded, but nowadays the core family is all but gone. Leaving sons and daughters without fathers and sometimes without mothers. Thus the entire breakdown of what has been deemed traditional is well underway.

My good friend has a saying that he repeats pretty regularly and because it is true, it’s warranted. He says “You can’t unscramble eggs”. You simply cannot repair the utterly broken. This is true of the “system” and this is true of the traditional family in my opinion.

There comes a time when the sacred cow is so old and feeble that it no longer produces milk or offspring. It can barely wander the fields and graze. The ranch hands must give more attention and resources to it. The veterinarians cannot mend it any further. Clearly, the merciful thing is to slaughter the sacred cow. 

The Sacrifice of Sacred Cows

It is here, at the Altar of Mars, that the Warlock is born. Before him was a shattered husk that called himself “man”. Through his breaking of oaths and tearing down of cherished institutions; he is renewed. An empty cup waiting to be filled. This time with an intentionally chosen elixir, the blood of his offerings. 

Where before his caste was decided for him. Before his occupation was chosen by what was available to him. Before he had only the family he came into and descended from him. His faith and beliefs were selected for or more likely indoctrinated in him. His limits seemed set in stone.

He, Son of Mars, now a powerful Warlock raises his blade to the stars. He will feel the warmth of the sacrifical blood running down his arm and know the freedom that he seized. He, Son of The Dread Mother, now reborn into this world takes the unspoken oath. Finds himself with a worthy heritage and new bloodline. 

Kinsmen, once again will mean something. Honour and Strength amongst it’s charter. Character and Purpose, tested and revealed. The soil beneath his feet and landscape are unveiled to be his true home. Erected upon it or most likely grown from it; The House of Iconoclasts. It’s embrace is reserved for these children of Mars.


With all of this said, I break my final oath and reject my final institution. Those who are willing to stand beside me and look to me for what it means to be a Warlock and an Iconoclast, let me point to you the way. Should you embrace me, then I will embrace you. Welcoming you into the Great House.

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Sacred Cows of The Stone

“No guilt shall bind you. No thought restrict! Feast then and enjoy, the ecstasy of this life: But ever remember I am the wind that snatches your soul!”

The utterings of the sacred dark ritual continued to unfold under the watch of the New Moon while it concealed Dabih, as something unexpected awaited to be sacrificed upon the altar. It was customary for a human to be sacrificed every seventeen years as per the specifications of this ancient Anglo ceremony, but this year was different; for what lay, bound by brutal magick, was an avatar of Satanas and Kthunae combined.

“There shall be no severing of heads this night. This stone circle of nine, in this cruel and frosted glade which I now stand; where Lucifer himself fell from what man calls the heavens, is where I will bend time and space to my will.”

The congregation, Guardian, Master and Priestess watched on in confusion. The Mistress spoke again.

“Time is but a helical arrangement. We may only be able to progress linearly in this space, but through acausal spaces, causal time can be chosen: periods, eras, Aeons — they can all be accessed and recalled. All that is required is this…”

The Mistress stroked the six-inch quartz tetrahedron perched upon a stone related to the great pagan Chieftain known as “Arthur”, He who was At-Azoth when dragons ruled the skies.

“Lapsit ex coelis, as the Latin scholars of old are fond of saying. This beautiful piece of quartz —with its angles cut to perfection — has been unfolded into the di-tetrahedron by our vibrations, and thus those of old are primed for entrance into this world.”

Bahomay – as she was known phonetically, esoterically – approached the altar holding two sacrificial daggers in each hand that she had retrieved from the Guardian. She raised them to the sky proclaiming, “I sacrifice one of the Sun and one of Mars to reveal the first hidden pathway of old!”

She brought the blades swiftly down upon the avatar, releasing what looked like red mist with green electricity pulsing through it.

“The Emerald Dragon of antiquity! Aperiatur terra et germinet!”

A large scaled and bestial hand with razor sharp claws broke through the Earth. The green dragon slowly climbed out through the soil and gently coiled its tail around the Mistress of Blood. Athushir roared and spewed black fire. The Mistress pointed to the corpse on the altar and whispered, “feden”. Athushir slithered over to the corpse and began devouring it.

The Mistress clapped her hands and several hooded figures, not entirely human appeared, dragging a hooded and bound hermaphrodite to the altar. By then, Athushir had finished the dyssolving and was waiting calmly by a nearby tree. The assistants secured the next avatar to the already bloody altar. Initially, the hermaphrodite slipped and slid on the remaining viscera, but was quickly bound by the tenacious help.

Bahomay raised her knives again as she stated, “One of Jupiter shall now know the sword!” She plunged the blades into the abdomen of the hermaphrodite and began cutting horizontally. She cut, she sliced, until the hermaphrodite was in two pieces.

“Darkat. Dagon. Thou art free again!”, she screamed with ecstasy as an asymmetric and inexplicable creature broke through the hardened soil, accompanied by a beautiful, naked woman with darkly glowing red eyes and long black hair.

The mistress pointed to the altar once more and quietly issued the same Aeonic command: “Feden”.

Darkat and Dagon made their way over to the altar, travelling in their unique way. Darkat gracefully inserted her hand into the cadaver and started pulling out the insides, taking large handfuls of meat and gorging. Dagon positioned his form over the lower half of the corpse and began peeling it without physical contact.

Bahomay clapped her hands again. Two more figures appeared, carrying another sacrifice. The opfer was positioned upon the altar after Darkat and Dagon had relocated to the tree.

She of Blood raised her blades again.

“Now one of the Moon must be opferred”.

She proceeded through the same motions as before, this time bellowing, “I release you Gaubni, god of old!”, as she concluded the last motion.

A swarm of flies descended from the skies and formed a tall figure. The Mistress pointed to the altar, issuing the now familiar command once again. The swarm covered the corpse, stripping its flesh; then its muscle and organs; followed by its bones. The flies, now content, flew over to the large tree, hovering above it.

Bahomay clapped her hands a final time. After the next avatar was slaughtered, the sound of distant battle — the clashing of wood and steel, filled the ether. A sea of thousands of men and women locked in a cycle of death, rebirth and bloody coitus, eventually arrived at the altar. The horrific cycle continued as the corpse was absorbed into the fray, vanishing among the blood and appendages, the screams and moans. The sea of blood, death and sex, then transmuted into a pale man and woman with missing eyes and gaping mouths perpetually emanating a wail. The creatures strutted over to the tree to join the rest.

Bahomay walked over to the new, yet old legion, raising her arms.

“The Immolation is complete. Go now, my lovelies. Hunt down the rest. Return them to dormancy. For the age of the twenty-one Dark Immortals is over! Thou, the Old Gods, have returned to reclaim thou’s rightful place as the most feared and sinister species of the Nekalah, and what a glorious and bloody return it is!

Hail the Heinous Gods!”, she concluded, with a sinisterly seductive smile. Then, she collapsed.

The congregation, Guardian, Master and Priestess all rushed over to her. Her legs were trembling and her stomach was growing. The Priestess realised what was happening and immediately parted the Mistress’s legs. The Mistress of Blood screamed.

“The Dark Child is coming!”

She pushed and pushed, until finally, the child broke out into the world in a sea of blood. The Priestess caught the child. It was grey and frail. Its skeleton glowed red through its skin, and its irises were shifting between multiple colours, as if the Child was a refraction of all light. The Mistress pushed herself up from the floor and took Rubedo in her arms, carrying it over to the Old Gods awaiting eagerly.

The child was placed into the giant, scaled hand of Athushir, as the Old Gods gathered round to bestow their powers unto the Child.

Several crows began circling and cawing above the Mistress and her sinister family. More crows joined the circle, and more still, until they had descended and completely enshrouded the Mistress and her brothers and sisters. A bright light began to emerge from the torso of the child, the quartz tetrahedron, and the column of crows simultaneously. The lights shot up into the night sky, turning red in the process and combining into the shape of a triangle, which split and expanded into a tetrahedron, and finally a di-tetrahedron.

The light had to have reflected off ‘things’ concealed deep within space, ‘things’ that were now travelling through the light and down the angles; yet, these were not Gods, dark or otherwise. These ‘things’ were much more inexplicable, for the acausal is boundless and ever-breathing darkly.

Meanwhile, the River began to flow into the Red Lake again, backwards through time…

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Touching The Dying Sun

Waning. SA: 0.53 / MA: 0.51

A decaying Aeonic city, dripping with homogenous metallic water, breaks through the forbidden angles of the House. The smell of iron fills the air and dread cascades down into the collective subconscious of the causal.


Before us, sits invisibly, a haggard old king, adorned with robes the colour of dying Sol — The Hermit? Nay, it is not human! This “thing” perceived as a king is a god outside of time. Its nihilistic kingdom of death and life bears the infernal name Karkosa, for it can only be seen in hindsight conjunction with Mars, after one has existed there.


The Rubedo eyes of the rusted king forces the unification of the contradictory and opposing aspects of the self upon meeting its gaze. The double pelican flies above. Its will imparts an understanding that insanity is but sanity coming to terms with the boundlessness of the cosmos, yet the king decrees that sanity and insanity may find horrific confluence, birthing a dancing star from LASHTAL.


Lapsit ex coelis, Lucifer freshly fallen, brings the Spear of Wyrd to His caller(s) for which there are Nine. The Nine become Dragons of three forms: Serpent, Fire and Man. Ascalon pierces the heart of the first, releasing the second to be absorbed by the third; but Man is not yet able to hold Fire and thus it becomes an ember hidden, keeping warm the dormant Serpent until the Becoming.


The Serpent bestows lightning to the mage, and the tongue to speak beyond this world yet for it. For that is the divine Will of Khem; and all whom have the Serpent occluded shall be as His prophets once awakened.


The Serpent bears seven eyes. One for each sphere, which are constellations in space and beating hearts of great inexplicable horrors that walked Terra long ago. The number is 93, greater than 13, but 13 is that which must be avoided to reach 20.


Thus, the Key is Red and that which is Yellow keeps it beyond grasp, for it is the beginning known as the Fool…

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Guest Article: Excerpts from The Holy Shadow of Death by Fenrir

“Nothing will make sense to your American ears, and you will doubt everything that we say and do. But in the end, you will understand.”


– Character Alejandro, Film Sicario

“Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you’re about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you’re wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, ‘I haven’t touched you yet.”


– Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan


It is necessary for the aspiring practitioner of the craft, as well as for those walking the path of a soldier in the mundane sphere of this life, to actively invoke and experience their own intimate confrontation and embracing of death.The Shadow of Death is a powerful teacher and emissary  of personal destiny, which, once integrated or assimilated into the awareness and process of the rising sorcerer, will facilitate dramatic change both in one’s spirituality and one’s life path as a whole. Death itself has been revered and honored within the form of various deific masks by cultural demographics across the planet, as it is an intimate aspect of life and both perfectly personal and transcendently impersonal. Death represents change, forward movement, confrontation of the unknown, and the discovery of deeper self beyond the visible forms and outward symbols by which the ego may identify. The mysteries of death are profound and constituted of incredible depth, and the initiations, empowerments, and hidden knowledge of the Shadow of Death are among the sorcerer’s or soldier’s most formidable catalysts and empowering (or incapacitating for the profane which approach these mysteries uninvited) experiences and gnosis.

The Shadow of Death is a powerful teacher and emissary  of personal destiny, which, once integrated or assimilated into the awareness and process of the rising sorcerer, will facilitate dramatic change both in one’s spirituality and one’s life path as a whole. Death itself has been revered and honored within the form of various deific masks by cultural demographics across the planet, as it is an intimate aspect of life and both perfectly personal and transcendently impersonal. Death represents change, forward movement, confrontation of the unknown, and the discovery of deeper self beyond the visible forms and outward symbols by which the ego may identify. The mysteries of death are profound and constituted of incredible depth, and the initiations, empowerments, and hidden knowledge of the Shadow of Death are among the sorcerer’s or soldier’s most formidable catalysts and empowering (or incapacitating for the profane which approach these mysteries uninvited) experiences and gnosis.

Within various cultures the archetypal personification of death has assumed many different masks, each specific and keyed to the racial and cultural demographics which project them from the depths of their own unique and specific collective consciousness and collective psychological dynamics.

Every practitioner of the craft must come to face the inexorable confrontation and embracing of death within the context of their own cultural and physiological disposition; that is, the atavistic archetypal manifestation of death within the stream of divinity keyed to one’s own bloodline and ancestral heritage. I have met devout Muslims who were startled when they encountered death within the mask of the God Anubis because of their ancestral heritage tracing back to Egypt. Others I have known encountered death within the mask of the Norse Goddess Hel of the spiritual traditions of their predecessors long forgotten. And one of my own spiritual mentors who was raised Catholic in Canada experienced the figure and current of death within the mask of Baron Samdi, the ruler of the dead and keeper of the doorway between the worlds of life and death in the mysteries of Haitian Vodou, as she was born in Haiti and descended of an unbroken Haitian bloodline. So even if the practitioner pursues a foreign culture’s spiritual current, they will ultimately encounter their own specific ancestral/hereditary deific mask of death – and it is this mask specifically which one is called to walk with. Why the profane feel the need to seek out someone else’s spiritual heritage and deities is anyone’s guess, but regardless the act of trying to be something which one simply is not will never be a means to power and higher illumination, or yield any fruit of gnosis or spiritual ascent, and as a well known Master once stated, “You will know them by their fruits.” Every self- declared and wanna- be Santa Muerte devotee I have ever met who had no ancestral license in this path have always maintained their so- called “altars” for naught. As I was being led deeper into the sorcery of lucid dreaming and achieving feats which defied everything which I had been conditioned to believe about the nature of reality and performing Chris Angel- type feats in the concrete, they were still lighting candles before a lifeless statue and had nothing to show for their lives. No physical fitness, no financial affluence, and certainly not the slightest capacity to perform any actual sorcery of the type I was doing. But one cannot enlighten the profane, and so I continued to walk the path I was called to whilst they played doll house with their empty statues.

During the course of my spiritual journey I came to encounter and integrate death and it’s power in the form of Santa Muerte, a traditional folk saint from my heritage in Mexico. I was exposed to the mysteries of Santa Muerte early in my life, literally decades before profane outsiders of our culture began claiming to venerate her in western society. While I could pen an entire volume concerning the mysteries of Santa Muerte alone, because of the abstract and asymmetrical trajectory of my life path I was also introduced to the Shadow of Death within the masculine personification of South America. As I was training in the Brazilian cult of Quimbanda I inevitably encountered the spirit Exu Morte, who was also venerated in Argentina as Señor La Muerte. The mysteries of Santa Muerte of Mexico are vastly different from the cult of Señor La Muerte in South America, however both are profoundly deep, demanding, and transforming streams of divinity, each with their own unique dynamics and mysteries which emanate from the dark yet beautiful essence of death- the great liberator.

Due to the romanticization of “Narco Culture” by Hollywood and social media in recent times, charlatans and profane outsiders of every shape and color have arisen claiming false association or practice of the veneration of Santa Muerte. Caucasian and African American demographics which do not speak a word of Spanish, much less access the cartel- controlled conflict zones wherein the cult of Santa Muerte centers, declare themselves “devotees” and “children” of the Holy Mother – to the blatant insult and disrespect of the actual practitioners. Santa Muerte is not a textbook grimoire spirit which anyone can simply adopt into their catalogue of personal deities or call upon. She is a powerful and ancient Goddess, and her mysteries are closed to all but those select few which she herself calls to her current of power. One does not choose to walk with Santa Muerte, but rather it is her interest in you which ultimately decides whether or not one may receive the hidden knowledge and the divine empowerments of the sovereign and holy shadow of Death.

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The Danger of Conspiracy Theories Within The Ennead Subculture

What do you get when a group of paranoid anonymous persons partake in a clandestine subculture?


The target for this question is the O9A (not to be confused with the ONA). Within the O9A there are decentralised cells that work individually to express whatever interpretation of O9A texts they want as part of the system of the Authority of Individual Judgement. On paper, this sounds like a perfect system, alchemically and operational security-wise, yet there is one nefarious factor often overlooked that comes with this system: social conditioning.


There is a specific kind of self-applied classical conditioning unique to cyber space, wherein encountering the daily use of anonymous profiles and modified personalities forces a user to restructure their expectations of what a healthy social interaction should consist of.


When away from our cyber wonderland, we conduct ourselves openly. No well-adjusted person approaches a new social interaction wearing a balaclava and proceeds to introduce themselves to the other person as SharpSatanist666 because that’s borderline certifiable, yet when navigating cyber space this is exactly what we do, and for good reason — bar the provocative name. Online anonymity is good practice, but when that becomes the standard of our daily communication, problems begin to arise.


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If you have become accustomed to interacting with people who use what is essentially an ideal form, in a Platonist sense, of what they desire to be, you have conditioned yourself into basing your trust on who has the most impressive ideal form that compliments your ideal form, thus you have swapped evidence for conjecture. The system you use, when out in society, to determine a person’s authenticity has been flipped. Instead of starting from a position of what you can observe — facial expressions, body language, etc., then forming an opinion, and then accumulating evidence that either validates or invalidates your theory of that person, you start from a position of what you think you are observing, then form an opinion, and then accumulate information about the person behind the online profile that either validates or invalidates your theory of them; but, such validations and invalidations are based on the online profile, not the person behind the profile.


Thus, the probability of ascertaining truth from a cyber interaction is considerably lower than that of a face-to-face interaction. When you accept this as your standard expectation for a social relationship, you open yourself up to manipulation and ‘gas-lighting’, as the youth are fond of saying. When this accepted social standard is compounded with a clandestine subculture like the O9A it creates the space for the emergence of conspiracy theories, that is to say a theory of conspiracy not backed by evidence beyond the potentially circumstantial, as opposed to conspiracies, which are backed by hard evidence.


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An example of a conspiracy within the O9A is Sutter working with the FBI and subverting the Temple of Blood after Karnac Velton’s tenure [i]. This is a conspiracy because there is documentation and testimony confirming Sutter’s actions and the FBI’s involvement from both the accuser and the accused, but there exists no small number of circulated, baseless theories, sans hard evidence, that are ‘gas-lighting’ adherents of the sinister tradition, causing them to become paranoid, neurotic individuals that are one comment short of a tinfoil hat.


Paranoia is an insidious killer. If you succumb too greatly to it you will be unable to make rational judgements; you will assume the worst of your friends and family; you will ostracise yourself by virtue of your delusions, attracting only the deluded and creating a social contagion, a community of paranoid- fuelled conspiracy theorists. The culmination of this sustained Folie à plusiers [ii] (which begins with Folie communiquee) [iii] — once the delusion has dissipated — is misery, regret, self-hatred and demoralisation, a potent negative cocktail that often ends in tragedy.


It goes without saying that sinister adherents encounter a lot of challenging scenarios both causal and acausal, so keeping a level head is paramount to preventing an involuntary renouncing of the sinister quest, or worse. We must therefore look after our mental health, as it’s the last line of defence against psychosis; and at all costs, we must prevent ourselves from becoming victims of conspiracy theories that threaten to impede the great work and the revitalised community that is being built by each and every one of us.


Footnotes:
[i] Further information on the state of Temple of Blood prior to the FBI conspiracy can be found in Codex Karnac, courtesy of Cult of Abhartach, purchasable at the following link.

https://t.me/s/DeathSpiralPress

[ii] Folie à plusiers is a French psychiatric term for delusions that are transmitted from one person suffering from psychosis to a group closely associated with that person. The delusions are then propagated by both ‘patient zero’ and the group, reinforcing and escalating one another’s delusions simultaneously.

[iii] Folie communiquee is a French psychiatric term for delusions that are transmitted from one person suffering with psychosis to another that is not, via that other person having an intimate relationship with the psychotic individual. This individual proceeds to infect the non-psychotic individual with their delusions, creating an environment in which the delusions are sustained and enhanced by one another. The article Coexistence of folie communiquée and folie simultanée, published by the International Journal of Psychiatry in Clinical Practice (July 2009), yields further information on the phenomenon.


https://www.researchgate.net/publication/232089077_Coexistence_of_folie_communiquee_and_folie_simultanee

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End Dagon

To whom it may concern,


Cross. Zero-cross. Cross.


You are looking in the wrong place. Dunwich is not the answer. The key is in Witch House and the mutterings of unholy geometry.

Thus, return to the 20th century texts before it was posited that Lovecraft didn’t know what he was doing.

You are investing in the wrong actions. It is not theory or ritual, but physical experiments that will take us into the future. Experiments are divisive, radical and elitist.

Thus, the answer is not cooperation with all. It is domination with the few. Burn the cross; cull your name; shed your skin, and be born again. Throw yourself into the physics of acausality and test its limits.


“…and found the Key to the angles of the Nine”


Yours sincerely,
Guardian Uno

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A Vital Revision of Remote Viewing – John Davis

The following is a revised template for Remote Viewing. The previous templates created by the Stanford Research Institute are inadequate due to a lack of measurement, and therefore accounting, for emotional responses during a Remote Viewing session. This is important because the intensity of the physical responses produced by a viewer are just as important to the accuracy of the information being recorded as the images themselves. For example: a strong emotional response by a viewer could indicate that there is a pre-cognitive bias contributing to the analytic overlay (AOL), thereby reducing the accuracy of the data and its validity. On the other hand, a strong emotional response could indicate that the viewer has synced with an unidentified source that is streaming the data directly into the viewer’s brain.

TEMPLATE FOR REMOTE VIEWING CLICK HERE

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Magical Socialism – Reposted

We would like to bring attention to this very interesting article written by a third party.

Magical Socialism Disclaimer: again, unfortunately, decades of fanaticism with the o9a has left me with few exterior examples to draw from to make anecdotal points. So, they must again be mentioned here. Despite trying to do so, either by Ryan or Chloe, it became apparent that the diversity of nexions can never be ruled by […]

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The Druwyd’s Odyssey: An Alchemical Journey of 9 Worlds Outlined

The Nine Worlds

The Preface

The following outline is provided as a barebones framework for understanding Druwydry. It takes the form of a Great Oak, and as such is seeded in the fertile soil of the Prima Materia. In keeping true to the nature of the Great Oaks, it will continue to grow with each cycle. As the seasons change, thus the character of the Great Oak will reflect the season. Sometimes barren, other times bearing fruit. The occasional new growth should be anticipated.

The Grand Tapestry of Existence



Eternity (Æthyr): The primordial source and the undifferentiated Absolute (Great Void).

Great Cosmos: Encompasses all the worlds within the Emanation.

The Druwyd: An individual seeking self-knowledge and integration, navigating the vastness of the Great Cosmos and yearning for the unity of Eternity.

The Forge: Represents the various challenges and experiences encountered on the path of transformation. These challenges correspond to different worlds within the Emanation:

  • WORLD 1 (The 9 Dimensional Existence): The first level of differentiation from Eternity.
  • WORLD 3 (The 8 Dimensional Existence): All dimensions within the Great Cosmos (All that is beyond the Great Canopy.
  • WORLD 6 (The Great Understory): The Macrocosm or “Milky Way”, our starry galaxy.
  • WORLD 12 (The Solar System): The Seeds of the Tree of Wyrd.
  • WORLD 24 (Earth): The Natural Worldly Order.
  • WORLD 48 (Man): The human experience.
  • WORLD 96 (The Root): The Microcosm, The internal world of Luna and the Dark Pool.



The Prima Materia (First Matter)



WORLD 48: Represents the starting point, the untransformed human condition. It embodies the three core forces:

Insidious (Mercury): The mercurial principle.

Heretical (Sulphur): The divine spark within.

Terrestrial (Salt): The grounding force.


The Druwydry (The Great Work):

The stages of the Druwydry remain the same, representing the Druwyd’s inner journey. However, the Druwyd strives for a state of being that resonates with the interconnectedness of the Cosmos, the divine spark within, and the ultimate unity.

The Druwyd’s Dwelling Places:

  • WORLD 48 (Man): The Druwyd grapples with emotions, social interactions, and their shadow aspects.
  • WORLD 96 (Microcosm): The Druwyd explores the fundamental building blocks of existence and the Bio-survival Circuit.


The Cosmic Landscape

  • WORLD 6 (The Great Understory): Governed by the Laws of the Solar System and Great Cosmos. The Druwyd encounters the Cosmic Element (represented by Venus) and the influence of Xeno (Life in the Galaxy). The vastness ignites a sense of wonder and confronts the Druwyd with the Six Forces governing the Macrocosm. They might embody the Necromancer (Undertaking), undertaking the great work of transformation within the galactic arena.
  • WORLD 12 (The Solar System): Governed by the Laws of Earth and Macrocosm. The Druwyd encounters the Air Element and the influence of Sol (Life in the Solar System). This world represents the Celestial Existence, aligning with the Symbolic Circuit (The Rational Mind). The Druwyd might explore the Lux (Eagle), Dance Oracle, Antares (Orange-Gold), representing a deeper level of transformation within this world. These are the Seeds of Wyrd.



The Earthly Realm



WORLD 24 (Earth): Governed by the Laws of Man and the Solar System. The Druwyd encounters the Water Element and the influence of Eden (Life on Earth). This world represents Organic Life, with the Twenty-Four Forces shaping existence. The Druwyd might embody the Anarchist (Mayhem), highlighting the potential for destructive impulses. The Elixir of Ecological Balance helps navigate these challenges.



The Human Experience



WORLD 48 (Man): Governed by the Laws of Microcosm and Earth. The Druwyd encounters the Fire Element and the influence of Adam (One Base, Three Values + 1). This world represents the human experience, a 4-dimensional reality. It aligns with the Emotional-Territorial Circuit (Freud’s Ego), the foundation of emotions, social interactions, and self-preservation. The Assassin (Havok) archetype embodies a distorted expression of this circuit. The Elixir of Emotional Harmony helps cultivate a balanced expression.



The Microcosmic Roots



WORLD 96 (The Roots): Governed by the Laws of Man. It is here that we can have the most (influence) effect. The Druwyd encounters the Earth Element and the influence of Polar + 1 (Cause, Action, Effect). This world represents the fundamental building blocks of existence, a 3-dimensional reality. It aligns with the Bio-survival Circuit. Represented by Luna and the Dark Pool from which the roots drink.

The Orientation of the Map

There are two paths to achieving what has been deemed the “philosopher’s stone”, what are they? Where does this Odyssey lead? What can we learn from Arcturus?

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The Dark Crier

For too long now, the narrative has been controlled by bad actors or outside sources. It’s hard to get honest updates in the folds of the Internet, so we’ve decided to do something about that. We’ve created a Telegram Channel.

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The Dark Crier aims to provide a news source for the Satanic, Sinister, Insidious, and Dark Occult Tradition. If you wish to submit an editorial for review email it to:
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We plan to bring you the following:

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