Aleister Crowley - Liber AL

Aleister Crowley -- the Great Beast.

One of the most, if not the most controversial figure of his time, Aleister Crowley was referenced above all as a black magician. Some of his personal practices I don't agree with, I think hedonism is self-destructive, although it's initial benefits can be worthwhile. The outcome of that lifestyle will destroy any individual. Some argue this is beneficial, however I just disagree with the process. There aer other processes that yield the same results, but in a more positive form, and usually without an early death.
Some of his writing works are phenomenal as far as symbolism and spiritual instruction. The majority of his works are not things you can just 'read though.' Each sentence is heavy with meaning.

I won't write too much about the man himself at this moment, perhaps another time.
You can check out the Wikipedia page here. It's fairly informative.

For now this is all I want to share, I believe it's from The Book of the Law. I haven't opened the Crowley 'bible' in awhile, so I'm not totally sure what segment this is from.

LIBER AL: 2:46 - 49


46.Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?

47.Where I am these are not.

48.Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.

49.I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therin am I as a babe in the egg.)

2:52 - 53

52.There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest women; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.

53.Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.

2:56 - 58

56. Begone! Ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.

57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

58. Yea! deem not of change; ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kinds of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down of lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty

2:66

66.Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! Thy death shall be lovoely: whso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.

2:72 - 74

72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine -- and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! -- death is the crown of all.

73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, onto thee.

74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
 
 

Crowley

L'Héautontimouroménos

L'Héautontimouroménos - The Self Tormentor
By Charles Baudelaire



Rough Translation from French to English:

No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you

As butchers fell an ox,
As Moses smote the rock in Horeb-

I shall make you weep,
And by the waters of affliction
My desert will be slaked.

My desire, that hope has made monstrous,
Will frolic in your tears
As a ship tosses on the ocean-

In my besotted heart
Your adorable sobs will echo
Like an ecstatic drum.

For I - am I not a dissonance
In the divine accord,
Because of the greedy Irony
Which infiltrates my soul?

I hear it in my voice - that shrillness,
That poison in my blood!
I am the sinister glass in which
The Fury sees herself!

I am the knife and the wound it deals,
I am the slap and the cheek,
I am the wheel and the broken limbs,
Hangman and victim both!

I am the vampire at my own veins,
One of the great lost horde
Doomed for the rest of my time, and beyond,
'To laugh - and smile no more'

-----

Je te frapperai sans colère
Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
Comme Moïse le rocher
Et je ferai de ta paupière,

Pour abreuver mon Saharah
Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance.
Mon désir gonflé d'espérance
Sur tes pleurs salés nagera

Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large,
Et dans mon coeur qu'ils soûleront
Tes chers sanglots retentiront
Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!

Ne suis-je pas un faux accord
Dans la divine symphonie,
Grâce à la vorace Ironie
Qui me secoue et qui me mord

Elle est dans ma voix, la criarde!
C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir!
Je suis le sinistre miroir
Où la mégère se regarde.

Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le bourreau!

Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
— Un de ces grands abandonnés
Au rire éternel condamnés
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!



— Charles Baudelaire

Diamanda Galás: Screech Queen

My last post somewhat reflected interesting human mental states. So now that I'm on the topic of insanity, I will introduce you all to a vocal goddess, Diamanda Galás.
I fucking adore, absolutely adore and admire this woman, however she's one of those ones you either love or hate. I think she is fantastic, she has been described (quite fairly) as having the capability of "the most unnerving vocal terror." Her operatic vocal range is hard to compare, she imitates glossolalia, and has said that in single-production works that she has actually fallen into such a state, her work ranges from the insane to jazzy/punk vocals. Classically trained and learnt from a very young age, she composes all her songs and remakes, and plays the piano with a fanaticism that is hard to imitate. She is, a genius, a mad woman, and a vessel of beautifully tragic songs. The lyrical content ranges from biblical references (Malediction & Prayer, Plague Mass), for lack of a better word, Satanism (The Litanies of Satan), human illnesses, both mental and physical (Masque of the Red Death, Schrei X) as well as tragic love and endless despair (Guilty, Guilty, Guilty). Most of the songs are re-makes, or takes on poetry and the biblical scripture, twisted to show the true sickness of Christianity and other oppressions. Others are written by the woman herself, and are a very emotional reflection of her life. I saw her perform in 2008, and I have to say I was not the same for several weeks after. If you believe in spirits, ghosts, or otherworldly presence, they were very much in the cathedral with her, the audience, and I.
I admit, the very first time I listened to her it was the CD "Plague Mass." At first I didn't know what to think about some of her ... vocals. I hated it. I wasn't going to listen to it again. However she stuck with me, her odd shrieking and howling, wailing and despair was in my subconscious. I listened again with greater interest, and now, I am in love with this woman.

For Diamanda beginners, those who have not experienced her creations yet, I would recommend giving "The Singer" a try. It's fairly calm, in the sense that there isn't a whole lot of undistinguished howling, but more breathy singing and gospel-esque  passages. From there perhaps "Guilty, Guilty, Guilty," "Plague Mass," or "Masque of the Red Death." Albums such as "Schrei X" and the "Litanies of Satan" I only recommend to those who want to submit to audio torture; it's beautiful torment.

PS, there are NO effects on her microphones or any instrument (which is pretty much only the piano). She uses two mics to get an echo effect, but any weird screeches or noises that don't make sense in terms of normal vocal range -- it's all her. There are a few songs however where I am not sure, but I believe the vocals have been edited to a lower octave. However I could be wrong about that.

You can check out her myspace here, listen to some of the songs.

Günter Brus

Born in Austria, Günter Brus was one of the co-founders of the Vienna based movement "Wiener Aktionismus."  This in my mind was the first real rise of action art, sort of like DADA, action art was (is) a protest against traditional art and the boundaries that were being placed upon personal expressionism within the state. To this day action art has mostly become stale and dry, something that should not be permitted to continue. Why? Because action art is a protest against what is allowed, what is accepted and permitted in the modern day. Today we have democracy and pseudo 'freedom' of speech. Basically you can scribble with some pens on a card, call it art, and some snob will look over it during a wine and cheese tasting and think 'how unique, what expression of the soul this artist has, what disdain for society... blah blah' Our modern world has no place for expressionist art, because there really isn't a whole lot to protest in this particular medium. If you were to go somewhere else, where things are much harder and you have no voice to speak, perhaps there would be a better place for it.

The actions that Brus took were not things I openly advocate to anyone, in fact I think they are symbols of mental disturbance and actions which I personally do not condone and would prefer not to see repeated. However I think it is interesting that individuals like this exist and express themselves in the way that they do in the name of 'art.'
Brus spent 6 months in prison after a performance named "Kunst und Revolution." He used his own bodily matter as his medium as an expression of his contempt for the political workings of his state. He ended the preformance by vomiting and his arrest.
He was awarded the Grand Austrian State Prize in 1997, and the majority of his art is still considered controversial or uncomfortable to witness. His actual 'action art' that is preformed is not something I am necessarily fond of, however some of the photographs and ink drawings produced by Brus really intrigue me as far as expressionism goes, sometimes I feel like I could say "I know how that feels." I think that people like Brus have a way of expressing the intense despair a human being can experience, the mental instability, the endlessness of depression, angst, fear, the downward spiral, self loathing and finally, self destruction.
He expresses it perfectly through symbolism and juxtaposition of those symbols within the featured body.
It's people like this who I'd like to witness. I don't know what I think about them as human individuals, there is something wrong most definitely. I wish I could open up his head and understand his mind.

This is Europa

Hooked on this song by martial-industrial/classical artist Triarii. Fucking brilliant.

This is my kingdom

This is my silver sun

This is my mother

Of ascension and decline

This is my empire
This is where heroes die

This is my mistress

So bold and so divine

This is Europa

My innermost sun

My state of redemption

Of fire and of water to come

Swastikas rising

In times of expand

This is Europa

Where all will come to an end

This is my kingdom

This is my chosen one

This is my queen

Of ascension and decline

This is our empire

This is our state of mind

This is where legions

Ascend into the sky

This is Europa

My innermost sun

My state of redemption

Of fire and of water to come

Swastikas rising

In times of expand

This is Europa

Where all will come to an end

Åsgårdsreien

~Peter Nicolai Arbo

Boyd Rice and Friends.

This makes me happy. It should make you happy too.
Described as "apocalyptic folk / spoken word," it should make you want to take your significant other to Disneyland with loaded guns and kill everyone; every mickey-mouse-eared-costume-wearing-furrie-fucker you see with a camera hung around their fat neck, while wearing a big-tooth grin like some baboon who just figured out how to use a stick to get a bug out of a hole.
Not that I'm suggesting anything.

Either that or it should make you want to drink martinis while you hate everyone and read a blood-stained history book. This I will suggest as a good past time.

Music, Martinis and Misanthropy.

By the way, I have a separate Boyd Rice post on here. He'll probably come up again, and possibly again, considering I like him. He's a fun one. Quite the good time.

Absu - Tara

This is great fucking metal. Makes anyone (I would hope) want to smash their head into a wall just listening to it. I recommend head smashing.
Absu -- a band that writes about Sumerian and Celtic mythology, as well as the Occult. Right up my alley.
Some of their band photos are a little ridiculous (tends to happen in the metal genre...), but I'm going to ignore that one.

Absu - Tara

Blut Aus Nord

I fucking love these guys. Ranging from atmospheric and ambient-like melodies, to raw, pure black fucking metal.
I listen, my heart beats with each kick, my mind is clear and it's like being in a nihilistic trance. "Uplifting" isn't exactly the right word, temporarily 'freeing,' perhaps.
Either way, listen to them, worship, and be free (at least for awhile.)

Some of my more favorite albums...

Ultima Thulée (1995)

Memoria Vetusta I: Father's of The Icy Age (1996)

The Mystical Beast of Rebellion (2001)

The Work Which Transforms God (2003)

Odinist - The Destruction of Reason By Illumination (2007)

The Instructions of a King

The Instructions of King Cormac - 2nd Century High King who ruled Erie from Teamhair na Rí...

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "what are the dues of a chief and of an ale-house?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac
Good behaviour around a good chief,
Lights to lamps
Exerting oneself for the company
A proper settlement of seats
Liberality of dispensers,
A nimble hand at distributing
Attentive service
Music in moderation
Short story-telling
A joyous countenance
Welcome to guests
Silence during recitals
Harmonious choruses

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "What were your habits when you were a lad?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac.
I was a listener in woods
I was a gazer at stars
I was blind where secrets were concerned
I was silent in a wilderness
I was talkative among many
I was mild in the mead-hall
I was stern in battle
I was gentle towards allies
I was a physician of the sick
I was weak towards the feeble
I was strong towards the powerful
I was not close lest I should be burdensome
I was not arrogant though I was wise
I was not given to promising though I was strong
I was not venturesome though I was swift
I did not deride the old though I was young
I was not boastful though I was a good fighter
I would not speak about any one in his absence
I would not reproach, but I would praise
I would not ask, but I would give
For it is through these habits that the young become old and kingly warriors."

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "What is the worst thing you have seen?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac, "Faces of foes in the rout of battle".
"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "What is the sweetest thing you have heared?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac, "The shout of triumph after victory, Praise after wages, A lady's invitation to her pillow."

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "What is worst for the body of man?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac. "Sitting too long, lying too long, exerting oneself beyod one's strength, running too much, leaping too much, frequent falls, sleeping with one's leg over the bed rail, gazing at glowing embers, wax, biestings, new ale, bull-flesh, curdles, dry food, bog-water, rising too early, cold, sun, hunger, drinking too much, eating too much, sleeping too much, sinning too much, grief, running up to a height, shouting against the wind, drying oneself by a fire, summer-dew, winter-dew, beating ashes, swimming on a full stomach, sleeping on one's back, foolish romping."

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "What is the worst pleading and arguing?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac.
Contending against knowledge,
contending without proofs
taking refuge in bad language
a stiff delivery
a muttering speech
hair-splitting
uncertain proofs,
despising books
turning against custom
shifting one's pleading
inciting the mob
blowing one's own trumpet
shouting at the top of one's voice.

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "Who are the worst for whom you have a comparison?"
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac.
A man with the impudence of a satirist,
with the pugnacity of a slave-woman
with the carelessness of a dog
with the conscience of a hound
with a robber's hand
with a bull's strength
with the dignity of a judge
with keen ingenous wisdom
with the speech of a stately man
with the memory of an historian
with the behavoir of an abbot
with the swearing of a horse-thief
and he wise, lying, grey-haired, violent, swearing, garrulous, when he says 'the matter is settled, I swear, you shall swear'.

"O Cormac, grandson of Conn", said Carbery, "I desire to know how I shall behave among the wise and the foolish, among friends and strangers, among the old and the young, among the innocent and the wicked."
"Not hard to tell", said Cormac.
Be not too wise, be not too foolish
be not too conceited, nor too diffident
be not too haughty, nor too humble
be not too talkative, nor too silent
be not too hard, nor too feeble
If you be too wise, one will expect too much of you
If you be foolish, you will be deceived
If you be too conceited, you will be thought vexatious
If you be too humble, you will be without honour
If you be too talkative, you will not be heeded
If you be too silent, you will not be regarded
If you be too hard, you will be broken
If you be too feeble, you will be crushed.


Translated by Kuno Meyer

Jew Soap?

So this is sort of old news.
Some curio shop in Montreal claimed it was selling a bar of soap manufactured during the Holocaust, made from the fat of a Jew. The bar was even engraved with a swastika and dated 1940. The whole 1940 thing sort of proves it`s myth, since the holocaust began in 1941. The 'Holocaust' itself is debatable. Not that I'm saying it didn't happen, but there is a lot of research out there...
However...
The Nazi`s never made soap from Jews. Even if they did, and one were selling such a product, would someone please explain to me why one would advertise that? I would think it pretty obvious that it would only receive negative feedback, if not legal repercussions.

Perhaps the recent mockery of the Nazis and WWII and the `revenge of the Jewish people` dreamed up in the film by Tarantino made the shop owners think that people would find it humorous, if not acceptable and desirable to have a bar of soap made from human fat. Sort of contrary, but hey who cares right? It`s been long enough we can make fun of it now. Right? Not quite.

Which reminds me, I really didn`t like that movie. I think it was a terrible idea to make such a movie, as all it does is further demonize the German people who already had enough issues of contingency and national detriment due to the popular history of WWII. Not to mention, according once again to my observations of society, a lot of people have absolutely no knowledge of history aside from what the media (ahem) presents us, and what one tiny unmemorable paragraph in a history book tells of. I remember my grade 11 social studies class, there was an error in the history book and I knew it, and had it confirmed, `cause I`m a geek like that. So we believe errors, myths, and pseudo-facts interspersed with actual fact. Awesome. I'm glad some people are content with that. Not literally glad, sarcastically glad.

Anyway, point being, most youth don`t know anything about anything and if you ask me, movies about sensitive issues like this shouldn`t be made because all they do is further propagate hate toward anything and everything that has any sort of connotation with Nazi-Germany, or even just right-wing politics and fascism in general. Quite honestly the amount of things that can render connotations with Nazi-Germany is ridiculous (everything from science to religion). People need to get over it, but clearly that hasn`t happened, and if it had no one would have cared about the soap and it would never have reached the national news status (which is why movies like this shouldn`t be made, also the accents in the film were TERRIBLE).

One more thing about connotations while I'm at it, the soap had swastikas on it, right? Yes. So, this is what is said about the noble swastika, or, sunwheel:

“Alice Herscovitch, executive director of the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Centre, denounced the sale of an object with a swastika – “a symbol of hate, extreme violence and murder against Jews and other identifiable groups.”

“It’s associated with extreme dehumanization and the murder of 6 million Jews and many million of others. To sell that and hope to profit from it is scandalous,” she said.”

So I guess if she went to India she would have to slander everyone for having swastikas everywhere. I get that in the context of things, the Swastika would obviously render up such connotations. None-the-less, just because this symbol has the connotation to some (if not most) of hatred and violence does NOT mean that is what it stands for, nor does that mean it ever represented those things, even when used in Germany. The Swastika is in fact ancient, appearing in the 5-6th millennium.
Symbols can only represent as much as we decide to put in to them. Symbols are immortal and always reoccurring, thus it is unjustifiable to say anything represents just one thing. Just because it was so widely used during WWII does not mean that what it is commonly associated with it is what it actually represents. Look at the Death's Head. It would be my assumption to the uneducated eye that most people would relate that with a Pirate symbol. Or look at the Christian cross, to some it might represent love, respect, acceptance and faith. To others it can represent genocide, hatred, and demoralization. Get the point?
Fuck I hope so, too many people are walking around with their eyes shut, I'm surprised there aren't more broken noses.

So back to 'Inglorious Basterds,' that movie has the potential to breed a huge amount of liberal-wankers who want to `crush`anyone who doesn`t agree with their personal platform which in turn equates violence. I find that most extremist liberals are more violent than extremist right-wingers. I get that both sides have bad apples, but for some reason only one side (can you guess which?) really seems to be scorned upon. An example would be the anti-fa vs. the fascists. The latter would get together for some sort of meeting, this is then found out by the anti-fa, the anti-fa go there for a surprise attack, and kick the shit out of everyone, molotov the suckers, and then flee the scene. Then of course there has to be retaliation, because who likes to get their ass kicked for no good reason and not seek vengeance? This was the case in (West) Germany for a long time in the 80's between conflicting extremist groups (Neo-Nazis & Anti-Fa). From what I recall the police allowed the right-wingers to kick the shit out of the anti-fa without arrest, because the anti-fa were ruining so many buildings and causing so much gang violence. I think it had been the other way around at first. However the Neo-Nazis actually gained political power and the Anti-Fa continued to be a bunch of violent punks.
(Ref. Führer-Ex, by Ingo Hasselbach, now also a movie apparently...)
 
ANYWAY!! Finally I'll get back to the soap.

I really do not understand why a person would promote that they were selling such a thing. I mean, really? Hey guys and gals, I have the pickled heads in my basement that I stole from my human anatomy class... I`ll sell one for $40. Charlie Manson's head with swastika carving intact for $80, 'cause yeah, I killed him. Fun?
Does that sound like a good thing to promote? Maybe, depending who you are I guess, but in the public eye, HELL NO. It`s like saying you have a dead hooker in your basement whom a ``customer`` can fuck for a nominal fee. All good? Probably not, at least not in any civilized society.

By the way, to any `official` who may stumble across this, I don`t have dead hookers or anyone's head, nor do I ever plan to...

Anywaaaaaaaayyyyyyy...
You can read about the soap here.

Poor Willie, His Corpse Could Not Go Home...

"Two women allegedly placed their dead relation in a wheelchair and dressed him in sunglasses as they tried to check in at Liverpool airport for a flight to Germany."

"They later claimed the man was asleep"

"...security who tried to check the man's pulse, but were ushered away by the women. He claimed the younger woman, who was with two children, "encouraged them to 'tell the man that's how your grandad sleeps.'"
Trying to pull a "Weekend at Burnies" huh?

I understand they just wanted to return to their homeland with the body... but there are legal ways of doing that, even though it's expensive... Heh.

Read the full story here!

The Suns-Ray Goddess (Savitri Devi)

Recently a particular historical figure has been frequenting my mind, fairly often, once again.
There is a particular woman of history, whom I would assume is generally unknown to the masses, especially to those without right-wing sympathies or history degrees, who has written about this mentioned historical figure. Awhile back a friend of mine made a post similar to this one, further allowing this woman's work to be acquired by the general public. I think it is work that is important to share, despite where your loyalties may lie. After all, knowledge is power, right?
Right.

Savitri Devi was a French-based writer of Greek/Italian descent, who had been born as Maximine Julia Portas. A woman who had a strong political sense from a young age, she became enamoured with Hinduism and Nazism.
In her early 20's she renounced her French citizenship and acquired Greek nationality status. After a pilgrimage to Palestine during lent (1929) she realized her loyalties were with National Socialism.

When Devi was 28 she travelled to India in search of a thriving Aryan-Pagan culture. While there she wrote a book titled "A Warning to the Hindus" about her support of Hindu Nationalism and independence, as well as the desire to gain resistance to the spread of Islam and Christianity in India.

She travelled much throughout Post-War Europe, and spread pamphlets throughout Allied Germany calling to the Volk to "hold fast to our glorious National Socialist faith, and resist!"

She later was arrested and sentenced to 2 years in prison, for spreading propaganda in an Allied state. However she only served 8 months before being released and expelled from Germany. She later obtained a Greek passport with her maiden name in order to return to Germany and travel to significant sites, in reference to Adolf Hitler and the NSDAP, as well as Nationalistic and Heathen monuments.

In her later life she kept close ties with supporters of National Socialism and the NSDAP, and it is supposed that she is the first to claim to Ernst Zündel that the 'genocide' of the Jews was untrue.
Savitri Devi died in 1982 and currently has her ashes resting next to those of George Lincoln Rockwell, the founder of the American Nazi Party, in the New Order Headquarters memorial room in Wisconsin.

Savitri Devi "Sieg Heil"

The Sieg Heil motion was originally an ancient heathen invocation of the "harvest."

The context of what was being harvested (in WWII) I suppose is debatable.

(Ref. "Hitler and the Age of Horus" by Gerald Suster, 1981)

Her literary works were impressive and expansive to say the least. She spent the majority of her life writing. (est. 1935-1971) Her first pieces were both a doctoral thesis on a Greek philosopher and educator, as well as a thesis on the nature of simplicity of mathematics.

Shortly after she wrote several books (est. 1935-1940) on her experiences in India, both philosophical, cultural and political impressions, as well as the book "A Warning to the Hindus" which has already been mentioned.

In 1951 she wrote the book "Defiance" (1951) about her propaganda mission in Allied Germany, as well as her arrest, trial, and imprisonment. There was then her book "Pilgrimage" (1953-1959) about her journeys to holy sites in Germany, post-war.

Then came "The Lightening and the Sun," (1948-1956) a book held in high regard by many, which encompasses biographies of Genghis Khan, Akhnaton, the Egyptian King, and Adolf Hitler. The book is famous for it's synthesis of the Hindu Philosophy and National Socialism, as well as stating that Adolf Hitler was the avatar of the God Vishnu.

It is my opinion that many misunderstand figures like Adolf Hitler, and that if one is to form an opinion whether the stance is left or right, about such political extremes, that one must educate oneself of all the details before blindly submitting to what is widely accepted as fact.

So read away, my enemies and my folk, knowledge is power.
THE LIGHTNING AND THE SUN

Does Race Exist?

I haven't watched it, nor do I claim to know anything about this. But it might be interesting. Or absolutely terrible.
I'll get to it eventually, but for now it will sit on my blog.

"A Conversation About Race."

Nine Noble Virtues

"The Odinic Rite lists the 9 Noble Virtues as
Courage, Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance, and Perseverance.
It would be hard to get much argument on any of these values from anyone. They simply and briefly encapsulate the broad wisdom of our Gods and ancestors."

Read about the Nine Noble Virtues here.

I don't see how anyone could disagree with this, no matter who you are. If you do, I would assume you are in worship of anti-life. Which means you should kill yourself. Now. Not only does it support your cause, but it supports mine. Also, about this anti-life/anti-human crap, I wanted to note, I don't mean people who are pro-choice, I don't mean black-metal fuck tards who just hate everything (whatever dude), I mean little shit disturbers who fuck up good causes. I most definitely am pro-life in the sense that I have some idealistic world view that I wish would manifest in my lifetime (as if), but not in the sense that I am willing to subscribe to 'pro-life movements' such Christianity.
As Nietzsche puts it "Parasitism is the only practice of the church; with its ideal of anaemia, its "holiness", draining all blood, all love, all hope for life; the beyond as the will to negate every reality; the cross as the mark of recognition for the most subterranean conspiracy that ever existed-against health, beauty, whatever has turned out well, courage, spirit, graciousness of the soul, against life itself."

Tell me this, do you like having a symbiotic relationship with a parasite? Sure you both benefit, but then you realize that you're sustaining a parasite. Then you realize it's not symbiotic. It's parasitic and you should destroy the little wanker who is sucking all your blood.
So that is my quick twist on pro-life/anti-life.
As the Gnostics imply, what is holy is really evil, and what is evil is really holy, to put it vaguely. I could seriously ramble about this but I will not because I'm already rambling anyway, I don't want to put too much jargon up in one post. Oh my.

So back to my point,
We all falter. We all fail, but what separates the strong from the weak, the better from the worse, are those who do not give up and pursue life with the power of their will and the knowledge of their inner strength.
It is my own reflection upon the small society which I live in (est. 80,000 in 2006) that many are lacking willpower and instead are stuck in routines of circumstance or familiar comfort without any direction, a cyclic nature that manifests no result or benefit to self, the only thing manifested is mediocrity and the bare passing of life.
Some argue that ritual, traditionalism, intuition and instinct should be abolished for the greater good of society, for the progression of science, a chance to live on the moon, and for the good of evolution. I argue the exact opposite. The former argument (which sounds ludicrous to me) that has no basis in the real world, simply because I cannot think of a singular place that has ever completely removed such long-held policies from it's citizens, and I can't imagine what would happen if they did. It would be beyond totalitarianism, and far beyond fascism. The one who initially claimed this argument to me is ironically a Democratic Liberal.
I can however think of many places that uphold tradition, or at least do not oppose it, many places that have thriving societies. However I cannot find any large enough group that upholds heathen tradition on a large scale. Anywhere that is 'traditionalist' is in the name of Christianity or Islam or other such faiths, which have produced consequences that should be recognizable to all.
I can also think of places that distort their country's culture with all sorts of PC-acceptance/everyone is 100% equal bullshit, which leads to a melting pot mentality (puke). I'm pretty sure a history book, or a look at national news proves that all people are not equal.
I believe that tradition, and honourable morals and virtues should be taught and held bravely in the hearts of men, women, and their families. I believe it is important to have solid ground within one's self in order to face the chaotic world that we live in. Without this 'solid ground' what happens when we falter? When we fail? What is there to rely on when you are ashamed of yourself, your brethren, your country? Why is there shame in the first place? I believe that without a structure (some have religion, others have escapism) to believe in, it is hard to progress in life which is why I believe people fall into a cyclic nature.
Modern society seems to be a place void of morals, values, or life-affirming beliefs. I mean I know they are there, but I am stating this as a generalization. Everything in the Western world has been materialized, demoralized, and turned into mind-altering propaganda that gives affirmation to those who are fast tracked to becoming vagabond hedonists. I'm not saying that hermeticism or asceticism is the answer, but materialistic self-indulging lost-cause hedonism is not the answer either. It is a proprietor of mental and physical disease. IMO.

Was this a random thought? Yeah.

Why this blog doesn't matter.

Thanks for reminding me that blogging is lame, Doug Stanhope.
lulz
I love how everything is staged in hypocrisy.



So I'm aware no one cares, but I like to be self-indulgent.
Also as far as this satirical guy "Doug Stanhope" goes, if you don't care, and if no one cares, and if none of it matters, why bother making fun of it by setting up some video where you plan out everything from the tacky outfit to the supposedly alcoholic drink in your hand, when you could be drowning in your own self-indulgent whiskey-piss?
Everyone likes to have their two cents, even this guy arguing that he doesn't and thinks everyone should go fuck themselves. I agree, F.O.A.D, however there's something about the fact that this dude just rambles off HIS opinion on various issues that makes this entire video a load of hypocritical garbage.

I fall between... love and rape...

...One says "give," one says "take."

I recently came to love this song.
If your speakers suck, I wouldn't recommend listening to it.
Definitely don't listen to it if you hate 'noise' or 'ambient/industrial' music.

The song, "Between Venus and Mars," is off the album "God & Beast."



The song itself reminded me of the art-piece, "The Rape of Europa"

NON is the brainchild of Boyd Rice, whom collaborates with other favorite acts (Death in June, Current 93 + others).

Rice is a very controversial figure, whom is quite interesting to me.

Boyd Rice