Death Comes to All Forms

The occult quest is ultimately to discover that all forms are temporal and that one should never become attached to them if higher levels of initiation are sought. “Never love anything so much you cannot see it die” is the sixth point of the 21 Satanic Points written in the Black Book of Satan and adequately expresses the mindset required to break through the mirror of forms which hides the essence of each form and its facsimiles. 

This is not to say that forms are unimportant; indeed they are cardinal, as they provide a visible gate to the form’s essence, one that can be opened while navigating the occult secrets of that form. Opening the gate is easier than one might think; the hard part is realising it has opened and entering it, because the gate will always appear as locked while we cannot bear to see the form die. 

Theistic occultists understand that death is a natural changing of energies. These energies do not perish, they simply fade out of existence and hide in nothingness until it is time for them to return, just like Nature’s seasons. The same goes for forms. Forms fade in and out, disappearing and returning as part of an intrinsic process shared between nature and consciousness; consciousness of man and woman, of things which possess the ability to become. 

Due to this process being an event which can occur independently of human proximity, the error we make is trying to change or subject to death a form in the wrong season. This translates to trying to force open the gate within the form before it has been unlocked by the natural changing of energies and opened by our apprehension of the sixth Satanic Point. 

This is why the Authority of Individual Judgement allegedly pioneered by O9A (which permits anyone to change, alter or reform O9A gnosis and practice provided they abide by the Code of Kindred Honor) cannot, and never could, help one find a path to Lapis Philosophicus. If we imagine the essence of a form as a strand of silk that is weaved through several doors (foundations of a form): when someone changes the form as and when they desire they close one of the doors, thereby severing the strand of silk and thus the connection to the essence of that form. This prevents the gate from ever being opened to the essence behind the form, and so one has to move to a different form that has stronger foundations and an ethos that does not permit the altering of its magick system without considerable thought given to the natural changing of energies and such a change in the form coinciding with them.  

A retort to this postulate could come in the form of the Gods/Goddesses of whichever pantheon being intimately tied to the essence and therefore requiring only their presencing, but the system through which an acaual being is presenced — and how the practitioner uncovers gnosis and builds empathy with it — changes the intensity of that being’s energy once presenced. Since the magick system is considered a foundation of the form, this means that a door cannot be closed on the strand without the natural changing of energies weaving it through another door, lest the gate never open. 

Conversely, never truly committing to a form places us in a limbo of abstraction where we pretentiously debate the intangible and never achieve any REAL progress, moving from form to form, never satisfied or feeling like we belong; never willing to learn the design of a form so that we may be able to locate the key and unlock the gate. This act is not loving something so much you cannot see it die, it is never loving something at all, which is why the gate will never open so long as this is one’s method of navigating the hidden. 

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Thresholds of Hubris




“Nothing forces us to know what we do not want to know except pain”

– Aeschylus


There are specific thresholds governed by confrontation that divide the personas of homo hubris. These thresholds all ask but one question:
How much pain is your ego worth?

Threshold one – intimations or threats of violence

At this threshold the individual will abandon their abusive persona when it is indicated that their behaviour carries a moderate to high probability of violence.

Threshold Two – physical aggression

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris when it is made evident that their behaviour has resulted in non-violent physical contact toward their person.

Threshold Three – initial attack

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris once they have received a minor attack as consequence of their behaviour.

Threshold Four – subsequent attack

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris after recieving multiple physical attacks.

Threshold Five – concluded attack

At this treshold the individual will abandon their hubris once they are incapable of returning to their feet after enduring numerous attacks.

Threshold Six – glimpse of death

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris once a physical act has been committed which demonstrates a moderate to high
probability of imminent death for the individual.

Threshold Seven – torture

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris once continuous psychological and/or physical harm has been carried out against them.

Threshold Eight – threat to humanity

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris when a threat of violence is levied against the general populace.

Threshold Nine – threat to heart

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris upon a threat of violence or captivity being made toward someone(s) the individual cares greatly about.

Threshold Ten –  guilted heart

At this threshold the individual will abandon their hubris upon self-reflecting on their decision not to submit to Threshold Nine. This is the most tragic of Thresholds, as the individual’s hubris is partly responsible for the untimely fate of someone(s) that could likely be of civilized and empathetic character, ergo not deserving of such a fate.

Threshold Eleven?

If an individual still retains their hubris after Threshold Nine the only remedy is a socially reformative culling. Thus there is no Threshold for them except death itself.

The Thresholds of Hubris remind us that homo hubris can be transmuted from megalomaniacs and sycophants into empathetic and civilized beings with some pressure. Sometimes a stern word is enough. Other times something more ‘encouraging’ is required. Either way, society will benefit from people learning the Thresholds of Hubris and introducing a little humility to their respective communities.


Afterword:

It could be argued that ‘some thing’, such as an institution or ideal should be included in Threshold Nine and Ten, but when an individual sacrifices for an institution or ideal, they are sacrificing themselves for the people whom created the institution or ideal and/or the people that will carry it. People precede and proceed ideals. Ideals cannot exist independently of people, therefore an individual can never sacrifice solely for an ideal.

Do soldiers that are not motivated by bloodshed and money, or conscripted [when actually fighting for the future of their country instead of fighting proxy wars] enter war for the country itself, as a reference point of value, or do they enter war for the people of the country, those that built it and will carry it forward, including those they value personally? It goes without saying that this example cannot rightfully — at this time —  include NATO countries because of the geopolitical trend of proxy wars, e.g. invasion of Afghanistan, Russo-Ukranian war. Therefore, the term “soldier” is to refer to ‘freedom fighters’ and militaries of non-NATO countries currently involved in a war that does not benefit the central banking system and the military-industrial complex.

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DGC



“It’s not what you do. It’s when and where you do it, and who you do it to or with. If nobody sees it, it did not happen.” 


I want to make this very clear from the start, FUCK YOU. Nothing brings me more joy than hearing, speaking of, and seeing you all suffer the greatest torments possible in every Causal and Acausal Realm or Platform that exists. Love is twofold. Love is remembrance. When you remember a birthday, anniversary, favorite food, or one of the innumerable small delights that comprises the monuments too and pleasure centers of someone you smear with the emotion called Love.

I don’t feel that toward any of you. I want every memory and trace of you all to be wiped from every record both in the causal and acausal. The sounds that smacking meat and saliva make to formulate the description of everything you were, are or ever will be, never being uttered again, makes me cum. The second form of Love is Obedience, but I’ll save that later for you to inflict on those in the double digit quotient of intelligence. 

I want to point to those of you who are not Born. There is an acentric hole inside of you that travels from head to stomach to loins. A pathetic vortex that yearns to be filled with pleasure. Ever casting sustenance that manifests itself as social status, belonging, security and any and everything that increases dopamine. Any chance I get, I try to take a massive shit in the place you call a heart.

Your life comprises of service to those greater than you. Forever teetering on fear and love, you humiliate yourself by prostrating in obedience, only ever standing to climb the pyramid that Maslow created for you. Understand, I write this for you. Those trapped in Prison A and B in hope that you may never escape. I Hate you with a Perfect and Holy Hatred.

I titled this so you and those in your service can get more mileage. Those trapped in the construct of good and evil, right and wrong, left and right, up and down, sinister and magian. The message is simple. DON’T GET CAUGHT.

I’m so tired of seeing your lifeless blood soaked faces on every social media platform. thinking yourselves martyrs and heroes. “Opfering” yourselves with no power gained, no power lost, no system affected or effected. Or the masses of troglodytes cheering for a surviving operator in handcuffs, ever moist for impending Hybristophillia.

Your one off hubristic hail mary’s are a payday for a magian hydra. You Extract No Essence. You Exude No Influence. The hydra is going to put your ankles to your ears and slide in every inch of justice into every orifice you currently possess. Unless you DON’T GET CAUGHT. Whatever heraldry you fly, whatever group you belong to, whatever tune you dance to, let this be your Mantra. DGC.

Or Do.

Fuck You,

Zod

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Dywyll Fel Bola Buwch


Waxing. MA: 0.34


The concept of Devilry in the ISW may appear as satanism yet it differs in key ways. Firstly, Devilry has no attachment to aesthetics and provocative fiction. Secondly, it paralyses and consumes concepts it deems fallacious or inferior, even ones of a satanic nature, without prejudice. Thirdly, once unleashed – which it indeed has been – its iconoclastic essence possesses individuals of a conducive nature indiscriminately, converting them into hosts. In other words, Devilry is a social contagion spreading through a subculture that assumed it was the apex virus.

But who created Devilry? Was it N.A.O who constructed it as a social weapon of the ISW? Was it O.N.A who engineered it to devour the dead skin and cancerous growths on the sinister tradition? Was it The Black Order who conjured it to “presence the dark” autonomously? Or was it created for all of these purposes under the watchful gaze of a private society?

Only those that are connected to the ever-growing hive-mind of Devilry yet unaware of the fact, already underneath the skin of satanism as a whole, infecting and consuming its systems directly and by proxy, know the answer to that question; but when your systems alert you to a breach, you will hear its harsh whisper: “adapt or die”

There is of course no true adapting to be done, only to accept that you are survived within the belly of the beest by something you do not recognise and likely something you do not like. The glory days of your systems will be a fleeting memory as you come to terms with the reality that Devilry can, and will, consume anything caught in its gaze.

To conclude this brief elucidation, we shall answer your burning questions.

Q. What is Devilry?
A. That which eats satanists.

Q. What is Devilry?
A. Breuddwyd gwrach wrth ei hewyllys.

Q. What is Devilry?
A. No idea. We only live within it.


– N.A.O

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Selected Texts Of The Society Of Dark Lily

It is with a great appreciation for the Dark Tradition’s past that we can move into Wyrd.

Here is a little offering for the readers of 9AO: selected texts of The Society of Dark Lily (1987- 1993).

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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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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.

https://t.me/the_dark_crier

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:
houseoficonoclasts@protonmail.com

We plan to bring you the following:

1. News
2. Interviews
3. Videos
4. Reviews
5. Recommendations
6. Culture
7. Publications
8. Editorials
9. Merchandise

Tune in. Turn out. Stay informed.

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Daniel Barker Von Welf (NSK) Speaks

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BX: Let me first say thanks for letting me ask you a few questions. I know you are eager to set the record straight so let’s get right to it.

DB: Sure.

BX: Are you, or have you ever been affiliated with Tempel ov Blood?

DB: Yes, I was. For the better part of two decades.

BX: What was your position within ToB and what did it involve?

DB: I was second in command next to Sutter for about — um, let’s see… 12 – 13 years, give or take? But I was a member for a few more years than that. During that time I played a key role in the expansion of TOB from perhaps a handful of members at best, as it was when I was “made” or “patched in” if you will, to an internationally established and recognized organization with chapters spread out across nearly every continent. I was involved in the planning and overseeing of many activities, both personally as well as alongside Sutter, working in tandem.

I oversaw and actively participated in recruitment and…training — umm, mentorship of other members; both high tier and new, as well as new recruits.

Many organizational standards of practice were set by my person, including what became the standardized and highly recognizable altar set-up which evidently became something of a… well, calling card, due to the rabid propagation of such by those who were associated or involved with the organization.

The first TOB flag was made by me; constructed using a cut out heavy black cloth drape and white paint covered in blood. Was also the first member to get the crest tattooed on me which was done after completing my formal induction as a full member into the Blood Family.

I was also the organization’s outer representative and owned, managed and operated our official website, as well as other various public fronts attached to the organization, e.g., New Bihar Mandir; which I later learned was another one of Sutter’s honeytraps, which pissed me off.

Umm. Is there anything else I’m missing? Oh, yeah. I authored a substantial amount of fundamental manuscripts, propaganda and other forms of audial, written and visual content for the organization.

In addition to running the public front and websites, I was also in charge of our publishing sector with Black Light Distribution and The Black Press; both of which I was as well the owner of. The majority of editing for our mss and graphic art design was also done by me. My participation in the publishing sector came to an end when he started Martinet Press, yet another act that infuriated me. This came as a sudden surprise as I had just finished constructing, designing, formatting and editing what was supposed to be the final pre-production version of Liber 333, which was set to be published through The Black Press.

The original name of Liber 333 was actually set to be titled “Psycho-politics of Predation”, and then out of nowhere Martinet Press appeared with someone else whom I was not aware of behind it working with Sutter and Hoy. It was rather insulting to be honest, not to mention disrespectful by not being given any notice of the abrupt change beforehand. Yeah, I think that covers everything.

BX: I have it on good authority from an ex-ToB member that you were among the first to sound the alarm bells concerning entrapment practices within the organisation. Is this true?

DB: Yes, this is indeed fact. Your source is clearly well informed.

BX: Could you tell me what happened on the day that Joshua Caleb Sutter was exposed as a federal informant?

DB: After finding out, I took a few minutes to… ugh, it annoys me just thinking about it, pardon me. Yeah anyways, it took me a few minutes to digest what I had just discovered, to allow myself some time to think about what course of action to take next. I’ll be honest – I was shocked, appalled and completely enraged by this apparent massive breach of security and betrayal that verily came from the highest level of the Blood Family; literally. We were after all, at least as far as I was concerned, extended family in our own weird way; bound together by our clan. We spoke over the phone regularly and had done so for many years and therefore had long since come to be able to read his demeanor and/or general mode or state of mind simply by the sound in his voice. And..when he answered the phone, there was a  noticeable sense of uneasiness or apprehension in his voice which I took note of immediately.

He had always come across very confident and with a sense of self-assurance present in his voice; that day was different. Right off the bat, I called him out on my findings which clearly caught him off guard. He was stuttering and obviously trying to come up with some kind of alternative explanation to the claims against him on the fly — you know, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He settled with telling me in response that it was nothing more than a black propaganda agenda being implemented against him by unknown sources through using the media as their weaponized vehicle. He didn’t seem alarmed or even remotely surprised as he of course denied the entire thing; attempting to “laugh it off”with an underlying sense of desperation in his voice, in hopes that I would believe his narrative. However, I had already figured out he was lying when he answered the phone by way of his demeanour and stutter in his voice which I’d never heard before from him.

So I decided to leave it at that for the moment and pretended to go along with his explanation. There were certain precautions that needed to be tended to before showing him my cards. The call was brief and ended shortly after that by as per usual relaying that we would speak again soon. After the call ended, I went through a list of contacts in the organization and began making phone calls to them to make sure they knew what had happened and to give them heads up to cut contact with him immediately and prepare for whatever was to potentially follow as a result of his cataclysmic act of dishonor and betrayal against his own.

Later I discovered that he had been planning to set me up as well, just as he had done to other members of the organization around the same time — “cheeky prick”, I remember thinking at the time, or something like that anyway. These instances and others came to light once Sutter had been exposed; many question marks and missing dots suddenly connected and became clear.

I remember many years ago, Sutter quietly relaying to me through a “read between the lines” method of wording, that we had a member who was indeed also actively in the CIA. I was younger then and perhaps still somewhat naïve to certain things, as I never would have expected to later find out in the end, that in truth he was acting as a federal confidential informant and that the person he was referencing was clearly his… uh, handler, not a bloody member of ToB as he presented it to me way back then. Live and learn I suppose. Many of us were deceived by him in the end.


BX: It has been implied that you are affiliated with 764. I’m aware that The Black Order released a statement addressing the allegation with sound reasoning, but could I hear the truth from you?

DB: I have never been affiliated with the 764 group. I neither support them nor do I condone their degenerate behavior. For starters, the so-called “evidence” that has been propagated is absolute bollocks — utter rubbish. The image was taken from an AWD photograph and then edited. Before my information was revealed they suggested I was some scrawny kid, but as it has now since been made clear due to the dox, my body type does not match. The fact that they used that kid in the AWD photo reveals they knew nothing of my person or stature prior to the leak, so anything they claim should be treated with extreme scrutiny.

BX: What is your opinion on child abusers, and have you ever knowingly co-operated with them?

DB: I have zero, absolutely zero tolerance for these kinds of degenerate scum. It is never acceptable to abuse children and anyone that does should be opfered; they all deserve the tight rope of the dead man’s knot. I have never, nor would I ever knowingly associate or co-operate with anyone who abuses children or proliferates support for such despicable and degenerate activities.

It was roughly in and around the same time — shortly before — that Sutter’s acute treachery was exposed, that his agenda to encourage and proliferate the support of such disgraceful content and activities became blatantly evident. I had in fact already begun a process of distancing myself from him gradually, over the course of a couple years, preceding his exposure because of this very reason, for which I had suspicions of which continued to rapidly increase.

After the phone call made to him was finished, following the release of his publicized, damning ruin, I cut contact with him, tended to the necessary final arrangements, and then hammered in the last coffin nail of my tenure-ship with the Tempel ov Blood. Caveat lector – si monumentum requiris, circumspice.

BX: What are your intentions with The Black Order going forward?

DB: On an exoteric level: We have been preparing the necessary foundations to incorporate certain Central and South American based dark currents, traditions and systems of magick into The Black Order with the help of a dearly, dearly beloved Latin American brother of ours. We have particular interest in establishing a strong presence in the Central and South Americas in addition to our footings already laid across multiple other nations, internationally.

On an esoteric level, which I have mentioned to others quite a bit now, so it’s kinda’ rehearsed — From those who came before us, a brilliant shining torch carried. Illuminating are the calculations of darkness betwixt the grey angular incline. Traverse the labyrinthian hallways of always, to build ever upwards through the pyramid towards the cranial black sky that is without end. Upon the diamond femur of Terra, sand becomes iron; with honour, nobility and unforgiving perseverance. Molded and forged are they, the mountainous building blocks of tomorrow which aim even higher; seek to threaten the exosphere of potential.

For those who are yet to come, we prepare our camps, sharpen our blades and harden our tools. For those who are yet to come, we stock your woodshed and tend the fields of harvest in preparation for the solstice of ice which shall one day find and own your calendar; and when the cold once again returns, a torch to you blazing, in your hands burning.

To those of today, Carpe Noctim

BX: Wow. That was a mouthful!

DB: Haha. I guess it was, yeah.

BX: As you previously mentioned, your personal information was recently leaked, hence why we are having this interview. Could you tell me how this has impacted you?

DB: This changes nothing; I know the rules of the game. What’s done is done, but I hope those responsible will pay me a visit soon. That’s all I have to say on the matter.

BX: Considering that your information was released by an organization that was founded and named after a friend of ours and Traditional Satanist, Justin Jekt (Injekt Division). Were you surprised by the hypocrisy?

DB: Not really. The people who point fingers usually have the most to hide. I guess it does make sense because… umm, if you apply logic it reveals a personal motive of one of their members — a member that “justifies” their behaviour with national socialism and Christianity even though the origin story of their group is inherently satanic. You couldn’t make this shit up! It’s a cognitive dissonance that’s quite amusing to be honest. I mean come on, what’s so Christian about having a leader that tries to shoot up a Walmart? I don’t think they have a clue who they are deep down, just another bunch of lost kids that society has failed, looking for a surrogate mother in a man, in a Freudian sort of way if you know what I mean?

It could be deeper than that even. If we look at one of their victims, the porn star Riley Reid, what motive do we see? She’s a woman that loves sex, she’s… popular, she’s… successful. Any psychologist would tell you that those who are more likely to attack someone like that are the polar opposite of that person, that they are likely constantly unsuccessful with women or men, and that they get pushed around or are not even acknowledged in their day-to-day lives. They then lash out because they are unhappy with their own lives and it’s easier to project your insecurities onto someone else and cathartically attack them instead of admitting you perceive yourself as a failure. But what do I know? I’m just a nobody who happens to be a satanist.

BX: Okay. Great stuff. Thanks for your time, man.

DB:  Thank you, it’s been a pleasure. Fides in Adversis.


This interview was conducted by T.C. Downey on the date of 11/07/2024 through a recorded telephone call that was then transcribed.

Note: within the following publication Erda, on pages 5 and 6 under the title, A New Beginning, more information on Kevin Lokison’s (Kevin Rockhill) successorship and reformation of The Black Order can be found.

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