Almost there

We laugh at those who write more than they do.

We laugh at those who would dare start a nexion without reaching the physical standards of the o9a.

We laugh at those who claim to have run a nexion yet do not know the least of leading or organizing people or resources.

We laugh at those who cynically go through esoteric procedures while holding on to a fearful materialistic mindset, not rational enough to discard nonsensical visualization exercises, but not invested enough to break the veil into paranormal reality.

We laugh at those who make up esoteric procedures but remain dependent on the tool as if the tool were the essence.

We laugh at those who claim entry into the ranks of Internal Adepts yet transparently still think of others and of themselves in terms of archetypal categories while claiming the contrary, and thus getting trapped in the vicious cycle of repression and possession, those who fail to rein-in the archetype and rule over it for its usefulness to themselves.

We laugh at those who claim entry into the grade of Master or Mistress of the Earth but who still struggle with financial affairs and matters of identity, who is not a leader nor a prize of the flesh. A Master or Mistress of the Earth should already be at the top of the world, a physical ordeal does not bestow this, but Financial Independence, an untouchable sense of identity, and potent and deep charisma do.

We laugh at he who claims the title of Magus and who holds on to abstractions like “honor” and threaten slaves and sheep with “duels with mortal weapons”, and is willing to put his own life and that of another on the line and at mortal risk for the sake of such an abstraction.

We laugh at those who make up legends about immigrant-killing super-Satanists hiding in the mountains and work themselves up to the illusion of being international spies instead of simply enjoying the beauty and magic of those mountains in silence and self-honesty. Stop holding group Zen meditations up there, and instead hold orgies for Satan where those crystals are supposed to be buried. Actual SEX MAGICK, motherfuckers!

We raise our chalices in honor of that actual Magus who knew not to take his rituals, or others, or himself, as a static identity, and instead knew how to build a tangible empire out of the ashes through sheer Willpower and magical application to the point where neither he nor his family will ever want for anything material.

We raise our chalices in honor of the only real God-in-the-Flesh to grace the o9a community who moves among the American shadows raising the Dead into Eternal Life and damning the self-damning into Oblivion beyond Hell. May the Blood flow eternally into and through you, Oh Master!

May the o9a one day grow up beyond esoteric chants and crystals, beyond japes and sunedrions of little boy and girl scouts.

May the o9a one day grow up and discover that power lies within the ground they stand on and the laws and currency the common man and woman make up not as gods to worship nor as unclean objects to avoid but as resources to create the reality you choose.

May the o9a one day grow up beyond their obsession with being Mamma’s special boy or Pappa’s special girl (the vast majority of o9a members being Enneagram Type 4s, with differing degrees of pathology), and they learn that power lies in developing bonds with the common man and woman as a source of love and tribute and work.

May the o9a one day grow up and realize there is no merit in being different but only in being useful to others but mainly to yourself.

May the o9a one day grow up and realize that what they do does not change nor reflect who or what they are, and that no matter how low their actions have taken them, it is always possible to change what you decide to do and what you make of yourself without inviting guilt or sadness.

May the o9a one day grow up and realize their own methods show not that “an individual reveals their essence through their actions”, but that the past does not need to define the future, that every decision is taken now, and that you can make yourself anew at every moment of existence.

May the o9a one day wake up to the fact that Life is not to be judged nor suffered through, but enjoyed and cherished, that we can choose not to self-punish but to maximize joy and revel in survival and pleasure.

May the o9a one day remember they were not supposed to be sad singing-trekking Gnostics longing for a reality that exists only in an imaginary “green ray”, but Satanists surging with the ecstasy of power, sex, and triumph as pure joy altering the world to suit their individuality.

That the o9a has “moved on” from Satanism only shows they have misunderstood Satanism by fomenting psychopathy and misnaming it Satanism.

This has caused the embracing of anti-Life ideologies that surreptitiously have crawled into the o9a mindset through neo-nazi circles with ties to Gnosticism and ancient Greco-Roman ideas meant to manipulate soldiers and the populace into self-sacrifice.

Today, to be “inner o9a” seems to imply sadness, fatigue, and tears. Further, it seems to come with an insufferable mixture of self-absorption and self-pitying, defensiveness holding up frail personalities who bounce back from their depression with physical training and psychological self-delusion.

Those of us who have evolved through and from the old-school o9a trend, presently invaded by depressive post-suicidal personalities, are ushering in a new era of Earthly Conquest, of accomplishment, of legalistic and economic power to come not in a hypothetical distant future hidden in the mists of time, but NOW AND IN YOUR LIFETIME — because THERE IS NO OTHER TIME BUT NOW.

Re-discover Life, and know that YOU HAVE A CHOICE.

You can BE HERE for yourself, at the door of your senses, beyond your senses.

Build faith on the back of your actual accomplishments in this world NOW.

Clarice

Nexion of Ur

Patagonia

PS. We know Team Depression will answer with pseudo-intellectual/literate posts trying to fill the room we stand in with boring-ass platitudes up to our necks, but we all know how weak and meaningless these are, in the end, as they don’t change the reality of things.

弱肉强食

Full Disclosure:

There will be no removal of National Socialism or of any other philosophical stance that makes people nervous from the ONA.

Each of these extreme philosophies and ideologies are there for a reason. Each of these are there to capture a particular frame of mind and to distinguish who is going to survive and who is going to look further and who is going to avoid the traps.

Fight as much as you want, but the ONA system is made the way it is for a particular reason. It is a blaze of fire bright in the dark forest, calling out to those who can see it and who want to partake in its warmth.

The mysticism that surrounds National socialism and some of its branches is part and parcel of that, because it is that Mystic national socialism that encapsulates much of what the ONA is about beyond the racism and beyond the fanaticism and beyond the world conquering.

It is precisely in the contradictions and in the lack of quantitative methods that the truth is found. It is not in how many miles you run and how many miles you can walk with a certain weight on your back. But it is about how much you can find and how much you can become yourself.

This is the tragic truth of the ONA that there is nothing at the center, the Minotaur at the center of the labyrinth that you have to kill is yourself, not your true “self”, but the false image you have of yourself, the false ego.

The true ego is what others would call self, but it is the only ego. The only ego is the thing that looks outside and perceives everything else and everything that you perceive is outside of yourself, including your body parts, including your thoughts. And this is an old truth spoken by old religions.

That thing, that monster is you. And that monster is something beautiful, and all it does is survive and go on. But if you let it sleep, you will die. And it is the fact that most of you will die.

Do not fight for honor. Do not fight for ideologies. Do not fight. Don’t die for anything.

Honor, morality, and all of these things. They are tools. Not to control you. But to communicate to others that you are dependable, that you are trustworthy. That you’re in control of yourself and in it for the long haul. And insofar as they do this, these things (i.e. morality and honor) are useful. But only a fool dies for them.

Only the fool wastes away and dies to feed the monster that sits on the throne of skulls. That’s what the Hitler Youth was to Hitler, and that was what the SS embodied. The whole of Germany became an instrument for his immortality. Now you don’t need to be an instrument for David Wulstan Myatt’s immortality.

Those who have ears to hear: CEASE IDENTIFYING with whatever you think the ONA is and take from it what WILL MAKE YOU STRONGER.

YOU CAN BUILD SOMETHING, and that is all that matters.

You can build something for yourself that will endure and thrive for decades or centuries or even millennia.

YOU CAN DEVOUR THE ONA or it can devour you.

That is the way of all flesh.

弱肉强食.

Furious mountain winds in their passing
must spare this spot
For red maple leaves are clinging
even yet to the branch.

Cun Yan

Nexion of Ur

Takasago

Load, Aim, Fire

The Adept knows what he desires to manifest in the real world.

He has taken the time to define those desires.

He projects them unto a canvas in the form of an unambiguous image.

He communicates them and acts on them so that every word and action displaces the world one step closer to that end.

The denizens of darkness will respond to the Adept who sets the course to a bountiful destination.

They recognize self-authority and Will.

The minions pouring over books call and propitiate Lilith as mother and lover — the maladjusted critters.

But before the Adept who thus seizes life, Lilith falls to her knees and brings him pleasure on overflowing plates, becoming His slave.

Demons recognize this SATAN.

They instinctively aid his cause for sheer pleasure and empyrean boon.

This is all that is expected of you: That you load the pistol, aim and fire it.

Clarice

Nexion of Ur

Patagonia