
Questions For Chloe 352
I’m not important yet to be interviewed, so I’ll just interview myself. I have actually been “interviewed” a few times. But a majority of them were private conversations between an associate and me where our conversation stays private and any answers I give them should stay in their head. If it’s questions someone asks me for a public venture, then I request that I stay anonymous and that this person refrains from identifying me as best as possible. Answers I give for the public sector is carefully crafted to reflect a certain image I want to cultivate in respect to the ONA or whatever or whoever it is I am supporting. It’s easier for me to teach actually with the questions and answer form. Because I know a question and that way I can give answers related to the actual question. Freestyle writing has me going all over the place. But I really don’t like it when I am actually questioned by others. I prefer to answer only questions I wish to answer, so being interviewed is not my forte. If an associate of mine in the ONA actually tells me that somebody wants to ask me question, most often I tell these associates to pretend to be me. I’m the type of person who works well with a spokesperson who knows the game and objective and can make up stuff. Answers must be political above being honest to engineer a desired end result. I don’t mind being asked questions which helps me do my job. I do mind prying questions that tries to get at places I don’t like the public digging into.
If I were into real politics and ran a government, I’d be a fascist dictator. I’m a kick back person that does not get angry over much. Only 3 things pisses me off badly: 1) Eating loud with your mouth open in front of me; 2) Repeating myself because you are fucking deaf or stupid and didn’t understand me the first time; & 3) Being questioned [about anything]. If I was a dictator, I’d have my men shoot your face and mouth off for asking me a question about about what I’m doing. Shut up. People around me in Real Life know how I roll: I’ll break my friendship with anybody that does any of these three things with me on the second offense. And if you actually come to me to ask why I don’t want to be your friend anymore I don’t give you an answer, I send my older boy cousins to beat the shit out of you. I don’t have very many friends. If I wanted them to know something about me, I’d tell them, don’t be asking me questions about my private life.
I’d make a very bad politician because I’d probably spend my time killing people, starting with all my friends. I hate keeping friends. The worst kind of people on earth are friends. They are parasites that leech your time, energy, and emotions. And they are entirely unreliable. One of my older OG cousin who is aged out of an Asian gang once told me, which I live by: “The only true friends are the ones with your gun to their heads.” That’s real friendship: you either got my back, or I’ll kill you, and vise versa; otherwise why know each other? We called it a “Gunpoint Friendship.” But shooting your friends dead these days sends you to jail, so the best thing to do is stop being their friend and send your boy cousins to teach him a lesson. I almost exclusively in real life hang out with my cousins. Because between us cousins there is a wordless understanding that we’d kill and die for each other. Like my pet dog is my best friend. There is a wordless understanding between me and my pet dog that we would lay our life down for one another. If you are human and you are my friend and you don’t have the nature and honour to die for me, like I would for you, then you are more worthless a creature than a dog.
The only friends are family. It’s all or nothing. You don’t have to be related to be family. You just need to know who you’re willing to live and die for. That’s Asian style gang culture. Most Asian “gangs” don’t classify or call themselves a “gang.” It’s called a “family.” Only the low strata Asians that live near Mexicans and Blacks make gang that use Mexican and Black gang methodologies. Otherwise, Asian “families” do their “gang” business differently. One of my family/friends from one of these top end Asian “families” joking said once: “We don’t claim streets like dirt bangers. We claim college campuses and Wall Street.” I have Filipino family/friends who tell me that their gangs back on the islands are called “fraternities” and like college frats, these Filipino gangs use Greek Letters. And the other cool thing about these native Flip gangs is that if two parents come from the same fraternity/gang marries and have children, their children are born into the fraternity and raised in that culture. Tribes never went away anywhere.
People think it’s hard to make a tribe in the modern world, but it ain’t like like. You drive down LA and every other block you pass is turf claimed by an urban tribe that is just as bonded and deadly as their Amazon jungle counterparts. Then you put yourself back in time and walk down the streets of Roman townships up North where Germanic barbarians may live and you’ll see that the ethnic gangs of LA and NY which exists in a empire of America, is no different from the bonded and self-determined tribes of Germanic barbarians living inside the Roman Empire. Then you ask yourself: What group of people were the catalyst for the Fall of Rome, which group eventually took it over. Then you take a look at the FARC in Columbia, and the Zetas in Mexico. And finally cast your eyes on the gangs and ghettos of America which are expanding as each year passes. History has etched America’s Fate in stone: it will fall one day from the inside out. The late Soviet Union taught us one great and valuable lesson: Nothing Trumps Human Nature.
I think at least my form of “democracy” would more then likely resemble Vladimir Putin’s Russian democracy, but more controlled. Mr. Putin is a private hero of mine. I think he is one of the greatest and most productive politicians to have influenced a modern State. I think what he has done to Russia – the Russia after the fall of Communism and the current Russia – is very impressive. It’s the End Results that speak louder than ideological shenanigans. Putin isn’t perfect, but he took a Russia that broke free from a communist stupor and gradually turned it around into something worth being proud of. It’s just that its public sector maybe drinks too much? But that’s understandable, because on a collective level the communist era severed their ancestral roots of their history and culture in an attempt to implement in the population an arbitrary and ideological substitute. As a people, when this happens, you feel empty inside, because your culture, spirit, essence, and life force of your ancestry is gone. I hope he and his people tap into Russia’s great history and past to give their collective identity as a people a firm foundation. This is something the mundane America will never have: the ancestral roots of a grand and glorious living history. Their history starts with capitalism and Webster, and they will die in that empty superficial substitution.
This will just be me answering random question. Most of the topic for the questions comes from search terms that people use to find our wordpress. Sometimes I get a few search terms of people who perhaps are looking for information on a subject and I feel like helping them out by giving them answers. But I never do because I don’t know where to posts the answers at. Other times we get some really odd search terms where we can imagine how those words on google ever led to our wordpress. I actually do take certain search terms and use google and yahoo to see what results draws up for research. But Some of these search terms that shows up on our back end of our wordpress when googled don’t lead to our wordpress? Some of the more very odd search terms we’ve gotten is “Naked Horse Pix.” How the hell did that lead to this blog? I tried to search this term because I was scared that ONA was somehow getting mixed with beastiality websites, which is bad for business. Nobody here even talks about horses?! And horses are already naked dummy. Another weird one was “Zeena LaVey Tits.” Nobody here talks about either Zeena or tits? The weirdest one for me was a recent one that goes: “Old Gays Exhibiting Their Ass.” I’m afraid to google that to see how in the world that term led somebody to this blog. I didn’t think there were people out there searching for ass pix of old men. That’s just not right. But I guess it takes all kinds doesn’t it.
So the questions will be mostly based on the reoccurring search terms random people use over and over again to find our blog. Some of them don’t have anything to do with Satanism or the ONA, since I write a lot about Buddhism and such things. Other questions are based on questions people have asked me often in real life and via cyberspace. One search term that is now used very often to find this blog is “Chloe 352,” so I’ll prolly end up talking about myself often. I even named the title of this article after me for you relentless fuckers that won’t quit searching the internet for information on me. I’ll provide you fuckers with some information about me mixed into the Q&A. I hate that feeling like I’m being stocked and seeing handfuls of people searching the internet with my name really bugs me, quit it, it’s creepy.
Questions & Answers With Your Friend Chloe 352
Q1: Why do you guys use WordPress?
A1: There are two major reasons why. We didn’t always use a blog medium. Originally 4 years ago Kayla 352 took over a profile one of our friends had at the 600 club. She used to be very active there a while back. But that account was a “portal account” meaning that several people who are friends just have the password to that account and they use the profile to just answer questions about ONA or work the PM system or something. When Kayla used it, she usually signs her posts off with her name.
The thing with Kayla is that she is a popularity freak. She was like that in school, on Friendsters back in ancient days, and on Myspace back in 2004 when most of us were around age 16. Kayla brought her “Myspace culture” into the WSA and ONA with her.
Back when Myspace was still very new – even before youtube was invented yet – our friends were all on Myspace. In those times there was this stupid contest somebody started where people were competing to get as many friends as they could on their friends list. There were these things back then on Myspace called “Whore Trains” where you ride them and random people just add you. So Kayla had about a dozen profiles to herself. She used her real one to whore herself for friends since she was into that contest, and with her other profiles she trolled the shit out of Myspace groups with her friends and got kicked out from Myspace often. She and her friends had these fake profiles back then where they used year book pictures of the principle and teachers to make profiles to hit on under aged girls and boys. They eventually got in trouble for it.
At her peek Kayla amassed over 10,000 friends on her list. But all these other girls were getting way more then her so she got frustrated because she was losing. Kayla eventually figured out that she would never get a million friends on Myspace and never be the most popular on it, so she had a plan: she would go find a smaller websites and have her own popularity contest there by herself to make herself feel better. Which was when a friend of ours gave her the password to an account they used but did not want any more at the 600 club. The name of the account was “Luciferific.” There is a Myspace history actually connected with the WSA to that name. In the olden days on myspace, we had close friends who were Satanists who started one of Myspace’s first groups for Satanists which was called “Luciferific.” Many of the people now in WSA hung out in that group back in the day. The Myspace group was based on what we called “Progressive Satanism” which back then was just an unformed idea.
But for Kayla there was a problem with the 600 club. It didn’t have a friendlist you can add people on to show how popular you were and there were no whore trains. She was slightly older and slightly smarter than her Myspace days, so she had a plan to fix these issues. Her plan was she would turn the letters WSA into numbers [352] and then try hard to make insightful posts to collect friends, then have her friends display those numbers on their profile. She ended up calling this “eTagging” which is when you use the medium of cyberspace to tag and graffiti on people’s brains.
I think after a year of her writing short but insightful posts Kayla had eTagged at least 15-20 people who all displayed the number 352 on their profiles. What changed everything was that one day some weird bitch came by the 600 club to post a link to some forum she had where this weird bitch was starting her own cult. Kayla went to the link and had her first “epiphany.” That was when she told us that she was wasting her time collecting friends when she can start her own cult too! This was when I went and started for us our own little forum, and all of Kayla’s “352” friends migrated to this forum. Then Kayla started to go thru our old writings from our Myspace days when we were trying to create our own version of Satanism, and she started to write long essays by updating them, which became what is known as “Opus Vrilis.” So instead of forum posts Kayla wrote long essays for her book, which I added to. She tried to make Opus Vrilis a joint effort where we all contributed our own understanding of Satanism to it, but the others complained that they didn’t know how to write. And instead of eTagging random people with a mere set of numbers, Kayla started to tag people’s brains with her ideas. It was Blackwood that introduced us to WordPress.
Back then we had never heard of a wordpress or Blackwood. By this time Eric of Mystan had introduced us to Ning, and so we had our own Ning network too. One day in our little WSA forum one of our olden day brothers had made a post saying that we [wsa] must be famous because we were on WordPress, and he left a link. When I read that post I was thinking: What the hell is a wordpress and how did it make us famous? I clicked on the link and saw that some jerk had come into our Ning and stole something were worked on called the 10 Proclamations from our Opus Vrilis and critiqued it with these illiterate retorts! That’s how we came to know Blackwood since he did it. After Kayla and her 352 friends found out about this they started a massive 3 year long troll campaign to attack Blackwood, by pretending to be him all over the internet. I was more interested in what the wordpress was and why that brother said it made us famous. He was kidding, but at the time I thought wordpress had something to do with getting people famous.
So I researched what wordpress was. The first thing I did was do a background check on it via Alexa to see how popular it was. At the time I did not know what a “blog” was. All I knew was that you can write on wordpress like a book so people can read it. I learned that wordpress in a major website that is one of the top sites that gets the most traffic. This was all the information I needed to figure things out. Later I told Kayla and our friends that making posts on forums is a total waste of time because no matter how insightful our posts are, nobody but us will read them. If we wanted to spread our memes far, we had to use something writable outside forums. I told them that wordpress gets major internet traffic and would be a perfect medium to write on. This way we have a better chance that our memes and ideas gets maximum exposure. That was the period in our “history” where we shut down our Ning and our forum and relocated all our efforts onto wordpress. At the time the only Satanic anything using wordpress was ONA. You had back then just the nineangles WP, Pointy’s WP, and the darkimperium WP.
The second reason why we use WordPress is because of the may statistical tools they give you to use on the back end of wordpress. You get a graph which counts how may hits you get per day; a chart which lists your top read posts of the day, week, month, quarter, year, and all time. A chart that lists all of the search terms that leads people to your site. And we learned how to use all of those tools to write the next batch of articles and topical essays. For example the current most popular articles we have right now is “The Business of ONA,” and “Questions For Anton Long Pt II.” From this information we get a feel for what type of thematic presentation our audience likes at the moment, so we use that knowledge to dictate the theme of our next set of writings. Which is why this essay here is a hybrid between the Q&A and type of information presented in our two popular posts. So basically we learned to wrap our ONA ideas into the most effective thematic presentations.
Originally, before I knew about blogs, I wanted to write books because I believed that books were my only means to spread our memes and ideas to a target audience. But books has problems that I found limiting. It costs money to publish a book and it is not guaranteed that anybody will read it. I knew that writing to spread memes takes experimentation, study of feedback from the market, and manufacturing new memes to reflect the market’s needs. This meant that books for what I wanted to do was impractical. WordPress literally changed everything for me. It’s free for me to use. It’s free for people to read. You can attach tags to each essay you write to make them searchable on the web. It’s malleable and dynamic. You can easily go back and edit and you can add as many pages as needed. The bast part is if you work it right, over time, you get maximum exposure for your memes. And so the influence via this format happens much faster than from books. For my goals and purposes, I’d take WordPress anyday, hands down, over a book.
Just writing an essay and filling it with information doesn’t cut it in business. During college me and Kayla and some of our friends worked for a year at Target on the Merchandize Presentation team, also called “Planogramming.” This was the team that came in at night, deconstructed a whole aisle, removed all of the products, reset the shelves, set up new items, and put up the displays as a means of presenting the merchandize to the customers in a presentable manner that appealed to them. As a corporation Target keeps tabs on its customer demographics and with that information they make theories on how products and aisles show be set and presented to induce customers to buy more. That theories gets put into aisle schematics which is given to these planogram teams to execute the theories. Then they wait and see how effective their theories are and make changes. So our work was constant. I brought this corporate “culture” and way of seeing and using merchandize presentation into the ONA with me. Which is literally all that I am doing with the ONA.
All we do is take the ideas and memes made by ONA Central [AL & Co] and we just re-present the merchandize in different ways to target specific demographics and mindsets. Then we pay attention for several months to see if those ideas spread into the general Satanic Subculture. The “Average” Target shopper is a middle class White female with about one child in her mid 30′s. And so based on that profile Target lays out is stores to capture the attention of that Average shopper. As so as you walk into a typical store the first thing ahead in your field of vision is the clothes and bags and accessories. Usually the jewelry department is also within your first field of vision as you walk in. If you don’t do towards the clothing and turn down the aisle into the main section of the store and walk straight down you hit the next set of departments aimed at this Average shopper: the little food department, and Health and Beauty. If you don’t go down that lane and you turn into another lane, you get hit by children clothing and your house appliances and domestic house décor department. Everywhere you first turn you hit a department aimed at this Average target customer.
So what is the Average “shopper” of ONA product/memes? You Average “shopper” of ONA stuff is X Generation, male, in his late twenties, educated, articulate. Therefore this Average potential ONA shopper is also Disenfranchised with Modern Satanism, needs higher quality stimulus, is unsatisfied with the condition of the State/Nation their father’s generation manifested, is not satisfied with what Satanism and the occult has been selling for the past 40 years, questions and is not trusting of authority, and open minded where they will venture to study other cultures and philosophical system to find new stimulus to add to their need or search for things to make Their Satanism or belief system, better. The last part is the most important part. Your Target customer isn’t looking to buy Target, they are looking for things to supplement their home and life style they already have.
You Average ONA audience is not looking for a new belief system, new ideology or anything. X Gen is fed up with that shit. They don’t want their father’s hippy religions. They have their own things, and they are only looking for memes to supplement what they already Are and Have. X Gen is so different from the liberal Babyboomer generation that many X Gens are actually conservative and looking for grounded traditions. They are now yearning for something solid and traditional their grandfathers had. The liberal hippy generation nearly killed something like Freemasonry because none of them wanted to join it. Today these old school fraternal societies [and traditional religions] are getting an influx of X Gen looking for culture and tradition. This is what we would call a “shift in the market.” If you don’t learn to be responsive to that shift, you severe your connection to any real market. The word “market” here simply means human relations and interactions.
You can’t just write into the ether and hope for the best. Memes can’t exist outside the medium of Mind. Whose Minds are you targeting if you’re just writing shit on a whim? Do you know your demographics? You don’t. If you knew your market demographics you would know that your Average X Gen person dislikes joining forums with private membership. Myspace is dead because they could not move with the aging of their most passionate market: the teens back in 2004. We all grew up and got fead up with all that forums and chatting and joining groups shit. Facebook usurped that aged young adult market that left Myspace by giving them an environment they liked in which they can function in. If you study Facebook’s operating environment you’ll see that everything is “Open Ended.” You have a typical profile where you have your real friends. You have a wall where you can without leave comments and openly share music, video, and comments. You have “groups” you don’t really join but like and you just read or post. Everything is “Open Ended” and hassle free.
Something like a WordPress works better at tapping into that big market because it’s open ended and hassle free. You just drop by and read the damn posts on wordpress and leave. No joining, no making profiles, no body to bug you, you stay anonymous. You read stuff, pick up whatever ideas you find useful, and leave to go about your own life and business. Nobody chases you down to bug you about joining some religion, adoring some leader, adopting some prefabricated set of beliefs. You just take what you need and Personalize it all into your own thing. Your own repertoire. If you like ONA you just align yourself to it and help evolve it in your own unique way. Not hassle. This will also explain why I had the idea of getting the rank and file of ONA to demote Anton Long from leader to just a respected peer. Because your typical X Gen person although they may be seeking culture, tradition, and community or some solid ground to stand on, they do no trust or want to marry their lived to some authority figure. In the older generation, those older people did not mind it when they joined a religion or belief system and that religion came with a ego driven leader. You want the religion or philosophy, I come with it; which is what the game was. It’s like going to a car lot to buy a new car, and the salesman guy tells you: “I’ll let you have the car if you take me home and let me live with you!” Your average intelligent X Gen doesn’t want that ball and chain shit. Especially in this Satanic Subculture thing. You look at all those goofy internet cult leaders still doing things in the old school and they each have a following of 4 retarded people. That alone should tell you something about market trends and shifts in “demographical mindset.”
Q2: How much do you weigh Chloe 352?
A2: I am a whole 98 pounds. I’m about 5’2” got my mother’s Asian genes so its okay. The family dog can knock me over if he rushes at me. But that’s okay though because it just means I’m all brain. Rice has no nutritional value. You eat so much it with so little of the other stuff. We call those two separate things. The Rice is called “Bai” which sounds like the English word By or Bye or Buy. Then the various stuff you eat with the Rice is called Aha [Pali-Khmer], Ahan [Thai], or Mahoap [Common Khmer], which means “Food.” Normally, as Asians in our natural habitats and left to our own devices, we eat a lot of the rice and only use the actual food as flavouring to give the rice taste. Plus our great grandparents were all Chinese, so we get their frugal way of eating. A family of 12 Chinese people can share one fish together all day. Because they only use that fish as something like “condiments” or garnishing to add flavour to their bowl of rice. That’s how we eat things.
When my Great Grandpa was alive he used to tell us stories about his life as a Chinese immigrant to Indochina. He said that they were very poor and left China with nothing with only a few pairs of clothing. And in their new country the whole lot of them shared a very small hut of some type and they would work together to do business by first making food and sweets and selling them, then other types of business. Late Great Grandpa said that for most of his childhood he only ate rice with soy sauce and whatever eggs and crabs and fish they could find. They just kept working together, living together, and doing business together while eating like that until they got rich. This is one thing I really admire in Chinese people, is that they have this natural family based collective work ethics.
One of my aunts who is a cousin of my own aunts and uncles is mostly Chinese. She is the oldest of her seven siblings. When she was in her early teens her mother died and having no father they were all left orphans. So she was forced to leave her childhood and teenage stuff behind and be a mother and father to her 6 siblings to keep them alive and together. They all found their way to California safely and together and were living with relatives. But this auntie took a vow before the Buddha to never marry or have children of her own so she can devote all her time and life to her 6 siblings.
What this auntie did was she would work several jobs here and save her money. Then when one of her sibling was old enough to work she would put them to work and take their money and put it into a collective account. She told her siblings that if they did not work together like that, they would be poor and die together since they had no parents. When she saved up enough money she would buy a small business for her oldest sibling, and continue to work and do the same. She did this until all 6 of her siblings owned a business of their own. By then she was 60. She told her siblings that her duties were done, she was satisfied and at peace, and now she’d like to retire. So in turn her 6 siblings now take care of her every need and gives her allowance money to spend each month. Her siblings all revere her as a mother and boss. They are grown people, but they ask her for permission to do everything from going on vacation to getting married. Growing up she tells us that she and her siblings ate frugally like any Chinese family, especially since back then money was hard to come by.
This auntie – and everyone in my family I know – said that they were horrified when they first saw Americans eat because the Americans would each an entire plate of food all to themselves which could feed a whole small village of Chinese people. No wonder there’s a billion of them you know. My family and most others I know called Americans “Yiak” which means Giant or Monster, because they are so huge and eat like giants too. There is one thing about food and the way Americans eat that is culturally disrespectful, which is when you eat and don’t have the consideration of your kin and friends to call them to share your food. It’s a custom and respectful in our culture that when you have have food or are fixing to eat something that before you eat your food, you call everybody around you to come and share your food or ask everyone around you if they want to eat what you have. This is an old tribal custom from way back in the day when if you don’t share what food you have hunted and gathered with your tribe, you all die in that forest together from selfish greed. That type of selfish greed of not sharing things in this tribal Culture and Buddhism is called in Pali-Khmer “Lop” or “Lob,” from the Sanskrit Loba meaning “Greed,” or “Lust.” Even if what you are eating is small and you know nobody wants to eat what you have anyways, you still have to call everyone to share what you have with you. It’s disrespectful on the other end when you are not invited to eat and someone just garfs their meal down by themselves. You’re left asking yourself: why are we living together or friends if you don’t share with me?
During our college years we all shared this apartment next to the campus in walking distance. It was expensive because of the closeness to the campus but our parents paid for it. Our several White friends lived with us too. One of them – who is still friends with us – was this huge 6’2” White guy from Boston named Francesco [he was Northern Italian like Kayla] but we called him Franny.
Our roommate Franny didn’t actually go to the university. He just lived with us. Franny is a loud personality. He’s the type to actually narrate every thought he has out loud as if you were interested in every thought that passes in his head. But I love him to death because he has a huge heart. You have a dependable friend for life if Franny is your friend. He literally gives you his car for free when he buys a new one. He’s a trust fund baby so even though he was older than us he really didn’t work a job. When he needed spending money he would fly back home to Boston and mow lawns of people he knows for a month, then fly back to live in our apartment with us.
Franny also hung out with the kids in the complex, played ball and video games with them. He also hung out with the Black people his age in the area. He really like gangsta rap and in the most random of moments just busts out with a “flow” or some rap about republicans killing liberals, Satanists killing Catholic bishops. He also loves to break dance and pop and dance to Madonna and 80′s music for us and the kids at the complex. So at random moments in the middle of China Town Franny would bust out in all sorts of dance moves and pop on the sidewalk. He also sleeps with two medium sized teddy bears he had names for: “Cary,” and “Beary,” and takes his teddy bears with him in his car when he goes places. And we’ve never seen him have a girlfriend? So Franny was always “special” to us. But we never offend him by prying into what we assume to be his bizarre personal life. We had to housebreak Franny from his White barbaric ways and give him some semblance of culture and manners. There were about 6-7 of us living in that apartment and only 2 were guys, him, and one of my cousins.
He had this bad habit of cooking his favourite dish – white spaghetti with carameled onions – in the kitchen while I was doing somebody’s homework. I was doing people’s homework and editing or writing essays for our roommates and their friends because they were all fobs who barely spoke English. But Franny would finish cooking and sit at the table and without calling us to eat with him just proceeds to enjoy himself. Then me and my cousins all turn our heads over shocked. He’d stop eating and say: “What? What happen? Why is everybody looking at the White guy eating?” So after we told him that what he was doing was rude and disrespectful and taught him how to do things right he fixed himself proper and exaggerated it. After he cooked stuff he’d put a small towel on his arm like a butler and went up to each one of us, knocked on all of our doors, called each of our names and would say: “Ms. Chloe, Ms. Richelle, Ms. So and so, I’ve made some lunch with extra for everybody and will be leaving into the kitchen to eat my portion. I wish to formally invite you all to join me and share my food. If you wish to join me, please do so at your discretion. Thank you.” I thought it was funny and cute, but guess you had to be there. He ended up learning to speak a lot of Khmer, Thai, and Vietnamese.
Q3: What is Samsara?
A3: This is for some reason the top word search to find our wordpress. You people are starting to bug me now. I took down the samsara picture we used hoping this would stop. There should be other websites that talk about it besides this one.
Samsara is a word and different groups of Hindus and Buddhists will have different interpretations and understandings of it. Nobody is either right or wrong with things like this. Personally I tend to gravitate towards the rational and down to earth apprehensions of that word.
In the Hindu influenced sphere of thought Samsara is like a cycle of birth and death. You are stuck in this cycle constantly reincarnating as different people and animals paying back your “bad karma,” and this cycle ends when you have attained Moksha which means something like Liberation of that cycle. It’s hard for me to imagine what the rest of the infinite universe is for in this Hindu model if every living being is stuck rebirthing on this one single planet. Just the cosmological matrix this idea is found in, tells you that the Hindu model of Samsara was made by a people ignorant of a universe being big beyond the world. It’s similar to the idea of analyzing the zoological matrix the book of Genesis in the bible. Genesis names and mentions only post-ice-age animals, and what animals were named are typical ones that can be found around the Middle East and Levant. So from that you logically conclude that either God was retarded or that it was written by a person only familiar with such animals and environment.
In Theravada Buddhism on the TEXUAL level of what the Buddha is said to have taught and so on, Samsara is said to be not a cycle of reincarnation, but a cycle of what you do over and over again mindlessly in such a way that you do not realize that samsara to be free from it. An example would be when you take the same streets to work everyday in such a way that you don’t even need to Think of where to drive because it’s like you are on automatic pilot. There is no Thinking involved, and it’s repetitive. This example would only be “samsara” if you actually believe that there is no alternative way to work but the one you take, and you would get emotive and angry if others try to tell you there is another way. That is one form of samsara. The other form of samsara is like when you do something over and over with a group of people in such a way that all people involved are not aware and can’t stop. An example would be family and the culture we pass to our next generation. If you were born and raised in a nuclear family, that is the “culture” or mode of living you will pass to your children, and they to their children, and so on. The problem with this interpretation of samsara arises causally. Because what we do generates consequences. And so if we are not aware of what we are doing to even stop, we punish our own selves in a prison of our own actions, unawareness, and ignorance.
But all that rational stuff goes out the window in Asia where Asians have this thing called Culture and ancestral Traditions. Because in such places it is our living cultures and ancestral traditions that effects and influences the Buddhism and not the other way around. Such that, even if the Buddha may have taught there is no soul or reincarnation is not real, and samsara is what you do and not a place you are in, as a people we still believe in the Brahmanical worldview of things. Meaning that as a people, we all still believe in spirits, in reincarnation, in ancestor worship, in animism, and that samsara is a cycle of birth and death.
It can be argued by Westerners and such that such culture and tradition is “anti-Buddhism.” And usually a favourite quote the Buddha said is quoted which has the Buddha saying to question your traditions and don’t practice things just because your elders did. What is wrong with this quote is that it is completely taken out of its native matrix and context. Who was the Buddha speaking these advice to and why? Not you or I. What the people who love to quote this bit fail to do is read the story in the actually surrounding text this quote was taken from.
The story is that there was a town of people in India who had gone to the Buddha once to ask him a question. The town’s people had informed the Buddha that for the past 100 years in their town different leaders and elders had come and gone who left behind all sorts of traditional observances to such an extent that they had lost their original culture and traditions. Not having an ancestral culture and tradition rooted in antiquity like other people, the town’s people asked the Buddha for advice in what they should do to correct this wrong. The people wanted only one set of traditions but were not sure of which to chose to live by. And so the Buddha thus advises these town’s people to question all of those customs and traditions these elders left behind and work together to weed out the ones they don’t like, and practice the ones they collectively agree upon. This was the best way to recreate a culture for their descendents, since these people had lost their original one to outside tampering. In a different instance the Buddha even goes so far as to warn the people he was talking to, to beware of outsiders not a part of their culture and traditions who may seek to impress from the outside onto their culture new observances, rules, and elements. I’ve never read this story myself though. I just hear my elders tell the story to me.
Every story found in the Tipitaka has a moral lesson beneath it you are supposed to extract. They aren’t just empty myths and stories. This was just the best way to teach his audience at the time since your common folk Indian 2500 years ago were illiterate and simple. Pali remember was the common dialect of a common street grade people and it did not have its own writing system. Which is why the Buddha had to rely on chanting and oral transmission. The Pali word Sutta [Sutra in Sankrit] does not mean a book with written pages in it. In Khmer was say this word as “Soud-TOR,” read as a Brit would. It means to Chant or to Recite or a Chanting or Recitation of a line or string. In the Sanskrit Sutra means Yarn, String, or Line. In the Pali it goes to mean the chanting of such lines, versus, etc. When monks chant that is actually called a Sutta or Soutor, where you say the monks are “Soutoring” in Pali. The word in the Sanskrit is associated with letters since that language and its speakers or users had an alphabet. The word in the Pali is associated with the vocal chantings of versus since that language and its users did not have an alphabet to use.
Buddhism in the original Pali was meant to be an oral tradition passed down by word of month from elder to young. These sayings of the Buddha were originally collected into the Tipitaka first for political reasons since back then many rival schools of Buddhism had their own set of teachings that the Buddha supposedly taught. The winning school at the time put together their Tipitaka and asserted that their collection was the true and honest teachings of the Buddha and other stuff were fakes and corruptions of the “original.” The second reason was to be only an aid to memory as a type of body of reference. In total the Tipitaka is 25,000 pages and 40 volumes long. No average Buddhist person or common monk has read the whole thing.
The Tipitaka was not meant to be read and adhered to as “scripture.” They were metaphorically named the three baskets for a clever reason. What do you do with baskets back then? You haul loads of earth and raw building material at construction sites. What do you do with raw material at construction sites? You build things with them. So why was the Tri Pitaka named the Three Baskets? Because they contain three loads of Raw Material. What do you do with Raw Material? You Build with it. How do you say Build and Work in Pali and old Sanskrit? Kamma and Karma. So when an elder speaks a versus where Buddha talks about the Dhamma – Natural Phenomenon – of causality, you don’t worship or believe in that Raw Material. You use it as raw material to Build your own shit with. To Build onto your life in your own ways by using that raw material. It was intended that as an Upasaka you helps build onto what was given or helped build onto the fundation.
What does Upasaka/Upasika mean? Upa meaning Next To or Near By, or Up To & Asa is a word we still use in Khmer with its old meaning Helpful, Willing To Assist. The Khmer words “Min [not] Jes [know] Asa means To be Lazy. Aka is the male suffix for like the English -ER, and -ika is the female form. Put together you have a word which means “One Who Is Close By and Ready To Assist/Help” an Architect do his work. You literally Help and Assist the Buddha Build his shit. Don’t worship him or his words, because that gets nothing done. Help his ass Build the Buddhism up. Add to it, make something out of it. When you are sitting there doing nothing and your Grandma yells at you and your cousins: “Owy [Give] Asa Mer! [Look! Behold! Hey You!]” She is telling you to get off our lazy asses and Do Something around the house like choirs to help out. In this regard, what the Northerners in China did by building onto Buddhism thus creating Mahayana, and what the Tibetans did by adding onto Buddhism by creating their Vajrayana was the Work of faithful Helpers doing what they are actually supposed to be doing with their Buddhism. Live it, question it, refine it, add to it, build it up further. All that old feuding between Mahayana and Hinayana was dumb sectarian fighting. Being only human, we all want to be right and we all want our version of religion and philosophy or views to also be right. So the old schools of Hinayana got asshurt forgetting the work an Assistant is supposed to be doing.
The Buddha once admonished his followers to question his teachings and test dhamma and that if something he said does not match up to our own inner understandings and convictions, to discard what he said and go with what is inside of us. You are taught to question Buddhism and Doubt its teachings in Buddhism. Following the words of another man does not lead to sambuddhi [self-enlightenment]. You are taught to put whatever dhamma he pointed out to the test in the real world and in life to validate it and take nothing at face value. Believing others words at face value does not lead any body to sambuddhi. You are to question what Samsara is and come to your own conclusions of the Raw Material, and then after coming to our own inner Understandings of it, as Assistants, our Work/Kamma is to Build our own things with such Raw Material, such as our own form/yana and understandings of Buddhism which will help us live better lives and help our Sangha live better. The Way is the Sasana of Sambuddhi, not the way of following a Buddha. At best the character of the Buddha is a guide and a symbol of what we can become. Esoterically the word Buddha means Mind or the part of mind that is Awake which apprehend Dhamma: Natural Phenomena. There is no Buddha but Mind. There is no Dhamma but the World of Human Experience. There is no Buddhi but the Gnosis we each unfold from our own experiences.
If you simply accept and believe another person’s interpretation of Samsara, you open yourself to Dukkha or worry or mental anguish. It’s not a big deal in the West for us to do so. But in India if you were of the lower caste and you believed in a Hindu version of Samsara where you sincerely believe you will be a worthless low caster for thousands of life times unless you serve those of a higher caste, you really do condemn yourself to a life of servitude. It was a big deal back then. And with the more rational understanding of samsara it is a big deal today. In the recent past in America if you were Black or a Woman and you believed the rhetoric the White Male Government were saying and sincerely believed that because of your skin color or gender that you had no rights to social equality, no rights to vote, and no right to self-determination, it is your own fault for believing and not questioning, and doing something about it. You perpetuate that samsara in your ignorance, and your children are then born inside that samsara. Which is why it is said that you are born and die inside samsara; unless you Liberate yourself, by your own awakening first, and by your own causal actions second.
Q4: Are you and Kayla and Shugz the same people?
A4: How do you know or not know? That’s what I’m wondering? Because nowhere in cyberspace has anyone of my friends/family in the WSA ever put up personal information about them. There are no pix, no profiles. The only thing anyone ever sees associated with us are posts and blogs. How are you so full of yourself, so lost in your own greatness and intelligences, that you would tell me you know me and my family simply based on what meager things can be seen on line? How do you read a blog and assume to know the life of another person? That you would Speculate about who is who? What the fuck does it matter to your fucking piece of shit brain who is who or who is not who? I’m not directing this at anybody ONA. There are a few Outsiders that seem to be really prone to making assumptions and Speculations about other people’s lives on their websites and in there postings. You know who you piece of shits are: the ones that assume and speculate every ONA person is David Myatt, the ones who assume and Speculate who Anton Long is or isn’t and how many of them there are or aren’t, the one sitting behind his websites collecting the IP’s of ONA people going to your site who assumes and Speculates you know everything about me and Kayla. You know who you are asshole. I’m talking to you, cuz I know you regularly read this blog. What the fuck does it matter too you? It’s interesting that you mundanes who assume and Speculate and fabricate theories based on a few writings that you spend your time Speculating about other people, and that those other people don’t even fucking think about you. What’s that saying that goes: “People who mind other people’s lives, don’t have a life of their own to mind.”
Fuckin quit that stocking shit. Stop fucking searching google for shit on me, Kayla, and Shugz. That shit bugs me. You’re not going to find shit, and it’s none of your business who I am or Kayla or Shugz are. If we wanted you to know, we’d tell you or make a fucking facebook for your ass. The less you know about us, the less harm you can do.
I’m not reclusive or elusive like maybe someone like DM is. People who know me know exactly where to find me and they know I’m open and approachable. But I am a very Private person. In real life and online. I have a personality glitch where I am obsessed with keeping everything about me a personal secret. Which is why I don’t like keeping friends. What I can’t stand about keeping friends is that they talk to me, and will try to get to know me by asking questions. I understand they mean well and that’s how they operate as a person. They just ask what to them are honest question about my thoughts, my likes, what kind of music I like, etc. I don’t like that. I have a personality glitch where I do not like to let anybody know anything about me unless I feel like sharing. Even if it’s about what music I listen to. Don’t ask me question, because you make me feeling like killing you. The less you know me, the less harm you can do. What’s Sun Tzu tell you the first step in war should be? Know your enemy. Spend as much time as needed to collect intelligence about your enemy before ever making a move. I do not want you knowing ANYTHING fucking thing about me. But I will spend my time collecting everything I can about you and your life and personality type to manipulate you and use you.
I’ve had this glitch since I was small. I’m not introverted and anti-social where I just sit there and not talk to people, but I just have never liked the idea of people knowing me, so I never reveal anything about myself which I don’t want to reveal. High school was a big bug for me. I was pissed off all 4 years of it. Because I’d have these friends or meet people who’d ask for my number. And just the simple act of them asking me a question to get my number makes me want to kill them. I do not understand why the fuck you need to ask for my fone number when I spend 8 fucking hours with your fucking ass at fucking school! You have 8 fucking hours to fucking talk to me for fucks sake! Why you gotta call me after school for? What the fuck can possibly be so important that you need to call me cuz it can’t wait for the next school day? Your nail broke? You having a bad hair day? I wanna listen to you bitch in my ear for an hour about your girl or boy problems? And fone conversations are stupid. What’s the first two question a fone convo starts of with? “Hey, what are doing?” “Hey, where you at?” You telling me you got nothing else better to do but call me to ask me what I’m fucking doing? That’s why you want my fucking number for? I keep my cell phone turn off most of the day and I only turn it on at designated times to check my voice mail. You leave a fucking message. If it’s important, I’ll call your ass back. If not, you won’t be hearing from me. Fuck you.
Then these friends will ask me: “Hey you wanna come over and hang out?” WHY?! Where the fuck have you been for 8 fucking hours? Did I not spend 8 fucking hours with your fucking ass at school? What, that wasn’t enough? You need 16 hours of me? You telling me I don’t have a life? Like I have all 24 hours to hang out with your fucking ass? I don’t sleep or something? Is that what you’re telling me? I don’t have family to be with huh? I don’t got shit to do huh? I live to make you happy huh? I’m your slave huh? Is that what you’re telling me? I wanna stare at your ass for 8 more hours cuz the first 8 weren’t enough huh? Fucking asshole.
During my college years my cousins and close friends and I actually worked real jobs to make spending money. Usually we try to get the same jobs at the same places to be together. For me a “real job” is anything not owned by my family where you get real paycheck. You wanna know slave labour with zero benefits, go work for your family. I’ve worked for my family most of my life, since I was 7.
My first “real job” ever was when me, Kayla, and my friends got a night job at a Target. It was a fun experience. We were mostly around 18 at the time. I didn’t last long though. I thought it was amazing when I got my first real life paycheck. Before my family just gave me cash. We were on the planogram team which was about a group of about 7 people. The store and executives left us to ourselves and never bugged us. Each Monday our team lead got a pile of schematics which are these papers that tells you what aisles need to be redone. So for the whole week we knew what we were supposed to do. All we had to do was organized ourselves and know everything that needs to be done.
So you needed somebody in the stockroom pulling the new merchandize all night, then you needed someone to backstock the stuff we take down. Then you needed at least 4 people to do the tearing down and rebuilding the aisles, then you needs people to take care of all the clearance items.
Kayla liked working in the back room pulling items and backstocking stuff. She climb on the shelves and doesn’t use the ladders and she’ll throw her boxes from high up down and many times the stuff inside the boxes will break. She also has markers in her pocket and she likes to scribble things on the very tippy top shelves. I liked doing the actual planograms. The structure thing the shelves latches onto is called a “gondola” and amazingly it’s all held together by no nails or screws. With some of the gondolas with old parts that didn’t hook together, Kayla and our team lead who became our close friend, just used cardboard and ducktape and zipper ties. This one time during the night an end cap fell because the team that made that godola before us used cheap stuff to put the end cap together. It was missing a T-Bar to keep it stuck to the rest of the godola and we could find a spare. Kayla told us that she knew where a spare was “over there somewhere” she said, and she went to get it. So we fixed that end cap. And then in the morning after the store had opened I was walking to our private planogram back room to get more shelves and as I walked past the back side of the very last gondola I noticed the end cap was leaning forward and was slowly falling on top of me. So I was holding it up and screaming for help because I didn’t have a walkie talkie that night. Turns out Kayla went to take the T-bar off that end cap because she figured it was too far in the back of the store for anybody to care, and she used duck tape to stick the end cap to the gondola. Guess you had to be there.
But working there taught me that I really do hate people. The more everybody got to know me at that store, the more they asked me questions about my private life. Then they started to asked me for my number and to hang out! I was thinking to myself: It’s like high school all over again, I’m gunna fucking kill myself. But now, these co-workers started to ask me if I wanted to hang out and drink beer with them. Which ticked me off. I just spent 8 hours with your stupid ass at work. Why the hell do I want to spend another 8 hours watching you drink and being stupider? I can barely stand you people sober. You people already barely make any rational sense to me sober. What, I’m a monkey? I get entertained watching you act stupid on beers? Is that what your telling me? The funny thing is I don’t drink alcohol and I tell them I don’t drink so there is no point in me going. And they tell me: “Oh, you can just come to hang out and look pretty.” And do what dummy? Listen to you talk in my ear for another 8 hours drunk? I already put up with your ass talking for 8 hours straight. It isn’t like you people are going to be talking about things that interest me.
I just one day stopped going to work because of this. Since then I’ve never worked a real job. I also have the habit of cutting ties cold turkey with everyone I meet or know who thinks they are my friend because they asked me a question or asked me to hang out with them. I change my fone number once every two months and don’t tell anybody but my family and close friends. I put people who want to be friends to the test and ask them do something for me to prove their loyalty and level of honour. If we’re going to be friends I fucking use you and you do shit I tell you to do and don’t ever question me. Because I will do the same for you. I’ll let you use me, do shit you request of me, and I don’t ask you questions. Tell me you need a gun, and I’ll get it to you next week, don’t ask me how I get it, and I don’t ask you why you need it. I ask you for an ounce of weed, and you get that shit to me like I asked, and I don’t ask you where you get your shit from, and you don’t ask me what I’m gunna be doing with that shit. Don’t fucking tell me about your life or personal information cuz I don’t fucking care, shut the fuck up, and don’t asked me about my private life. I love my pet dog to death and he doesn’t tell me about his life or bug me with his thoughts and opinions about shit, neither does he care about my thoughts and opinions. I tell you shit about me on a need to know basis, and you do likewise.
My pet dog love me and would die for me, but he and I don’t have to fake being friendly, fake a smile, fake being interested in friendship, conversate, talk, text, hang out, whatever. I can stay at another house and not see or talk to him in a month and when I go back to that house, my pet dog will love me and die for me the same. And he doesn’t ask me where I have been and who I’ve been hanging out with. He’s just happy I’m back. I have 9 aunts and uncles, and I don’t know a single real detail about their private life. I have 30 direct cousins, and I don’t know most of their real full names, what girls or guys they date, what their favourite color or flavour of ice cream is. I serious know next to nothing about my own private family. I didn’t learn my Great Grampa’s real name until I saw it written on his obituary.
In my culture it is wrong and offensive to ask questions about other people’s lives and affairs. You don’t talk about people, about your thoughts, and opinions with others, and you don’t “get to know” your elders and family members by carrying on conversations and asking them questions about their life, interests, and affairs; unless you’re peers. What you need to know is on a need to know basis. The only thing you do with a family is live with them, work with them, be there to help them, take care of each other, and die with them. That’s the magic word: Peer. Unless we are Equals, or the same age and/or mentality/understanding; or unless we mutually consider each other to be peers, you have no business knowing me or talking to me or asking me questions. If you aren’t ONA, and nobody I know knows you, you have no business talking to me and asking who my associates are. Whoever Kayla and Shugz are is my business. If they wanted your ass to know them, they would put in the energy to tell you themselves.
Me and my friends spent may years on Myspace in our past. And from those years of experiencing that cyber environment, we’ve learned how to handle business in cyberspace. You are seriously asking for unnecessary trouble [dukkha] making profiles on shit like facebook and posting your pix and personal information up. Not trouble with the law, but generic drama. That drama is teenage shit. I went through that phase when I was in my teens on Myspace. I grew out of that. I don’t want or need a profile with my info and pix on it as if other people give a shit. I don’t give a shit about you, so do me a favour and don’t give a shit about me. But some of you grown people – take a look at the number of users on facebook – have not grown out of your stupid teenage years, and teenage need for attention and drama. Grow the fuck up and delete your facebook shit. Your family isn’t on facebook, it should be in real life. You know how fucking absurd it is for family members to be interacting with each other more on a facebook than in real life? You know how silly it is to have friends and all you do with them is interact with them on facebook and texting them? What the fuck ever happened to Real Life? You’re mundane religions are now internet religions, and your mundane “families,” and “friends” are internet based too. And the funny thing is facebook is a product and tool to make money: Capitalism. That is your mundane culture.
I got over my Myspace teenage shit a long time ago. So no, I don’t have an internet presence or profile for you to read about me or check out what I look like. Fuck you. Stop googling me because you’re not going to find anything beyond this wordpress. Same goes for Kayla. Shugz still has profiles here and there somewhere.
I know a few non-ONA people assume and Speculate that me and Kayla and Shugz must be the same people because our writing style is the same. This is an assumption based on Speculations and a lack of understanding what Myspace “culture” me and my friends picked up 7 years ago. We use joint accounts, use each other’s names, etc. To tap into an audience. Even today, I tell certain people in the ONA that if they need to, to just pretend to be me and use my name. If we’re peers, I don’t care, pretend to be me and sign off whatever with my name, and I will help that Glamour and say it’s me. I even tell people openly that not every thing that appears to be written by me was actually written by me.
You ever wonder why some of my essays are 30 pages long? Because of how we do thing on the back end of production here. I draft an essay and leave in as a draft on the other side of this blog for Kayla and Shugz to add their stuff to. I even tell people openly that Shugz does a large amount of writing for the ONA but usually she never puts her name on it, and will use my name. If you want to get a feel for Shugz’s natural writing style, you can look along the side here and find a list of some of her posts we brought here under her name. She has a very different recognizable style than Kayla’s way of writing. If you want to get a feel for Kayla’s natural style, just read the entire first half of Opus Vrilis, and her “Epistles to the Acception.” My natural style is I mimic other people’s styles. I mimic the way DM and AL write, as well as mimic and mirror the way Shugz and Kayla writes. To access their audience.
The less you know about me and my friends here, the less you can interfere in whatever it is we are doing. How do you ad hominem attack me, Kayla, or Shugz if you know nothing about us? How do you attack, disagree, or debate anything I write here, if the comments are off? You can in your private sites and forum posts perhaps attack what I write there, but I will never know to read it. And I openly tell people about Upaya. Everything I do and write is a means for me to materialize a desired End Result I want. Debating, disagreeing, and deconstructing my writing does not – and has not for the past 3 years – stop my End Results I want from actualizing. You people are fucking stupid, I swear. Retards. You see a moving train and you try to beat it up and stop it from moving because you don’t like it. But you never stop to think of blowing up the bridge in front of it to stop it. Fighting a moving train of memes does shit. Take a look around your dumb ass, the ONA, as it is today still exists and is still growing regardless of how much effort you put your stupid ass into try to stop moving trains of memes. Your negative remarks and energy you put in to it only helps push it further. Trust me, we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the group of you asshurt anti-ONA people putting in the energy to talk shit. As long as you are talking about ONA, you help my train move along. Pretending to be the leader of ONA with your own ripoff watered down version of it, doesn’t do shit but help ONA move right along. You put in the energy to pretend to be ONA and not some other organization that would actually be a rival.
You can’t stop me from doing what I do. Unlike you I know my audience and market. I know to leave very little for you dummies to attack about my person and my friends. Debate and object to what I write all you want. What I write is not the End of what I came to do. It is a Means to give birth to a list of End Results. Go ahead and attack my writings. You can’t stop a train of memes flowing between the minds of people by deconstructing what dead letters you see on a screen. You mundanes are absurdly ignorant and superficial. And that ignorance and superficialism makes you incompetent. None of you have been able to stop and kill the ONA from solidifying and growing. Because you’re all stupid. Keep talking about ONA, because that is really all a mundane is good for, beside serve as labour force. I hate you mundanes in a very real way. Everything about you as an anariya mundane, how you think, how you live your life, and how you interact with others, makes me sick.
You guys base your self importance/worth on your opinions/thoughts. I base my self worth on the number of people I know who love me, live for me, and are willing to die for me. That’s genuine “wealth.” I am worth more than you in life. I mean something to many people who would die for me. You mean nothing to nobody who wouldn’t even give you a dollar without making you pay them back. All you have are your empty opinions, and incompetent thoughts. And so to maintain that empty self importance or yours, you believe that debating other people’s opinions so you end up right is constructive. When in fact it does nothing. Especially nothing to stop a train of memes from inspiring and influencing an end result into being but perpetuate your delusions of self worth. You should have learned this during the Cold War. Getting asshurt and intellectually attacking Communism’s ideas never stopped the ideas from manifesting the Soviet Union and their way of life. It only strengthens their group identity. And it’s not going to change China either. The fortunate thing is you mundanes are so stupid, you don’t know where to apply pressure to stop the manifestation of End Causal Fruit. You mundanes keep doing what you do for me. It makes my job easier.
Q5: What would you say are the most valuable aspects of the ONA?
A5: When I personally say “ONA” I mean the whole spectrum of ideas that is an expression of the Weltanschauung of DM. That includes the ONA proper, Folk Culture, Reichsfolk, and The Numinous Way. I just personally need a single term to refer to the shared essential ideas in all of these things for the sake of thinking. And it’s like a spectrum if you look at it the way I see things.
In a “real” spectrum like light for instance, you have a “something” on a fundamental level that wiggles and waves as a common denominator within that spectrum. And how this fundamental “something” wiggles and waves causally becomes picked up by us as a part of that spectrum. So with light you have let’s say light waves that wave and wiggle at difference frequencies. And from that wiggling we get the 7 basic colors, with red on top of a rainbow and violet being at the bottom. We can say that all 7 colors as “different” things and be accurate. But we can also say that those 7 colors are expressions of the Same Light wave in different forms and intensities.
All those Myattian stuff I see in the same way. You have in each of those things much of the same ideas and the same essence of his weltanschauung waving and wiggling. On one end of this spectrum is the Primal Pagan wave length. This becomes the ONA proper. That gradually morphs into the Folk Culture wavelength. This becomes the Reichsfolk color. And then the spectrum refines into the Numinous Way. They are all different expressions of a human mind. So for me it’s easier to refer to this spectrum as the “ONA.” Because the only real difference is the intensity of certain concepts in the spectrum. The concept of culling in the far ONA proper side is intense and so you get a lot of mythos and rhetoric supporting that intensity. But way on the Numinous Way side that concept of culling is weak. Not gone but weak and expressed differently as when DM on this side of the spectrum says that killing causes suffering, but it is our duty to protect our family and loved ones with lethal force if necessary. In the Folk Culture wavelength you see that National Socialism is intensified where all the Aryan rhetoric and mythos is used. Then in the Reichsfolk wavelength you see that concept decrease in force, where you see DM say that maybe the White Aryan thing to too intense, lets make it open to other races to. Then in the far end of the Numinous Way side, you see this concept weakened where DM is seen to say that maybe all that race and folk gibberish is too much, lets make it numinous and say that it is the people such as family and intimate friends within your immediate circle that is important. So all the concepts or memes are still all there within this Myattian Spectrum of Self Expression. It’s just that they take on different intensities in that spectrum.
I would say that the most valuable aspects of this Myattian Spectrum from my own trial and error is located in the middle section of this spectrum. Things or concepts that help you construct and/or maintain your culture. That teaches you to focus on your own family, friends, and traditions. Concepts that help your family, friends, tribe, gang, clan, nexion, or whatever solidify into a coherent and cohesive functioning system are the most valuable. It’s so much easier to use those aspects of this spectrum when say, talking with my own group of Asian cousins and friends because the concept of pride for one’s culture and tradition and all that jazz really does help form us into more bonded group.
Without that solid group structure, the other stuff doesn’t happen. Who is going to put ONA proper stuff into practice? Who is going to make clans like the Numinous Way stuff says? What dark is going to be presenced without a group of people to actually do the presencing? People are the common denominator of anything in this human arena. From religion to corporation to nations. Without people, you have nothing. The most valuable aspects of the ONA are first things that can bring people together. Then are the stuff that can help create or maintain group culture. Then the stuff that can introduce new traditions to be practiced. This would then include the mythos, stories, and art, as well as shared rites and rituals which all help coagulate a group of people into a solid working system.
I would consider the Seven Fold Way of the ONA to be one of its most important aspects and its back bone. Because when you get a group of people going through the same Seven Fold Way, and sharing that experience together it manifests a group culture and tradition. We can see the same thing happen in a real way in military boot camps. You put random guys with nothing in common together and make them do arbitrary exercises together for 4 months and 4 months later you end up with a group of people who fiercely share a common culture, military tradition, mindset, and they are ready to kill and die for each other. It’s a bit genius if you genius if you think about it. It’s easier to see with Islam. We can say that the back bone of Islam are the five pillars. Anybody anywhere in the world who honestly applies the Five Pillars in life, ends up sharing a common identity, common culture, and common set of traditions. Doesn’t matter what your color is, how smart or dumb you are, what nationality you are, or what language you life. Just simply living out those Five Pillars manifests the culture. Then that cultural praxis is attached to the Qur’an which gives that culture a common worldview. This doesns’t mean that everyone is the same. A Bedouin Muslim and a Cham Muslim have nothing in common with each other except their shared Five Pillars and Quranic views. Otherwise each retains their own unique cultures, ancestral identity, and folk customs. Cham by the way are an ethic minority of Indochina who are all Muslim.
Something like the Seven Fold Way, the Five Core Principles, and the Code of Sinister Honour will, if put into practice by a group of people, in Time will materialize a shared culture and tradition. And this culture is then attached to its set of views and ideas. Then you have the necessary rhetorical ingredients to further help make this fledgling culture into a more coherent one with all of the honour and pride for one’s people talk. These are all rhetorical devices: memes. But it’s not the memes in themselves that should distract you. It’s what those memes can manifest, and ultimately what fruits they do bare that holds the value and is to be judged. Whether a meme or ideation is true or false, mythic or factual, materialistic or spiritual has very little to do with the power they have to actualize something in the real world. Shooting down and killing an idea because you don’t like the way it sounds, or a myth because it not real, reduces your chances of materializing anything real. For instance, as real as Christians and secularists believe their theories of creationism and evolution to be real, factual, and true, what things measurable in the real world of human experience have those two supposedly very real and factual things actualized, besides the belief of it? But yet a simply myth of Jesus, and simple poetry in classical Arabic about Allah have inspired into being entire empires. And we cannot attack these past civilizations for being barbaric and grotesque, because in reality, we would not have come this far without them. Without the science the golden age of Islam produced, and without the exploration of new worlds European empires did, would something like America even be here today?
There is a single word for all of this in Buddhism: Upaya. The easiest way to explain upaya is with the classic example of a baby crying. You have a baby who is crying and you desire to stop her from crying. So you close your fist and tell the baby you have candy in your hand. The baby stops crying.
A religious moralist will look at that and say: “That’s not right, there is nothing in the hand! That’s lying! Shame on you.” An intellectual moralist will look at that and say: “That is a logical fallacy! It is an untrue statement of no factual foundation! The hand is scientifically empty according every law of physics I know. There is no candy in the hand according Webster’s definition of candy!” The pragmatic minded will say: “The baby has stopped crying. Therefore it is a Useful Means.”
Is life really divided into 7 grades? No. Is the Cosmos really in the shape of a tree with 7 balls on it like the Tree of Wyrd? I don’t think so. Are there 21 dark beings with arms and legs in space somewhere we call the dark gods? Not likely. Did the Buddha ever exist? No, there is no archeological evidence and the Pali he was said to have spoken does not match up with the time he was said to have lived. Pali as a language was already dead and had broken into vernacular dialects during the period he was said to have lived. Is Jesus real? Not likely, his life sounds too much a ripoff of the life or Mithras, Horus, and Bacchus. Are White people or Asians or whatever “supreme” and better than others? I doubt it. But these are all Useful Means, which can be – and have been – used to actualize an end objective. We learn to judge the value of the methodology used by the Fruit such methodology bares. Those religious and intellectual moralists will get their dicks serious tied up in a knot over the ‘memetic’ constituency and moral quality of the methodology, never understanding to wait to see its fruit.
That’s like a farmer with an ax cutting down a fruit tree. You ask the farmer why he is cutting that tree down and he says: “Because I don’t agree with it and it’s not scientifically a tree, it’s a shrubbery.” Then you ask: “But have you tasted its fruit yet?” And the farmer says he has not, and passes a moral judgment on the tree by saying: “What is not spiritually true or scientifically true is bad. Therefore this bad tree will make bad fruit.” There is no room in a concept like Pathei-Mathos or the Theravada concept of Vibhajjavada for such moralistic intercession. Because if out of moral judgment and valuation you cut that tree down, you prevent yourself from tasting that fruit. How do you come to a genuine gnosis or realization or understanding [buddhi] of something without the experience?
I understand that there are mythical parts to the ONA, that there are rhetorical parts to it, that there are aspects to it that are unfounded scientifically and mathematically, I understand that there are aspects of ONA that are objectionable to 2 billion Christian moralists, 1 billion Muslim moralists, 1 billion secular moralists, tens of thousands of anally retentive intellectual moralists. I’m not retarded. I am smart enough to save my judgment until after I have planted the seed, watered the seedling, pruned my tree, nurture it, and tasted it’s fruit. Then after I tasted that fruit do I make my mind up if I like it or not.
Actually we had an incident like thing in my grandma’s back yard. 15 years ago one of my aunts ate a grapefruit that she really liked because it was sweet, so she took a seed from it and planted it in my grandma’s back yard. It’s a huge tree now, but my aunt was complaining to me one day it’s been 15 years and the tree is so big now, but it has never made a fruit or flowered. I said that maybe it was a boy tree and just did not give birth to fruit? She told me that all trees make fruit according to what she has seen. Then she said she’s going to tell her son [my older cousins] – who lives there with her – to cut the tree down. My grandma walks by and asks not to hurt the tree. She said it was in nobody’s way and has done nothing wrong for it to be killed. Grandma told us to be patient because the tree is one of those shy ones that needs time to make fruit. When it has given fruit and we eat them, then we can say if it is a rotten tree of a nice tree. So my aunt agreed. My grandma is an animist and beliefs every living thing has a spirit. So every day when she waters the grapefruit tree she talks to the tree and says: “You’re a stubborn tree missy. That big and still shy. They’re going to cut you down if you don’t show them you can have fruit. I’ve done all I could. You need to do the rest and show them.” A year later the tree had its first batch of flowers ever, and then it grew 6 whole fruit. But the 6 grapefruit tasted very good, so my aunt judged the tree to be of value or good and she decided to keep it. The other aunts were laughing at the tree because they thought it was funny that the tree took 16 years to grow 6 grapefruits.
These various things we have in the ONA are like seeds all wrapped up in a single package we call the ONA. Some of these seeds as they are might not look nice now, and we might prematurely judge them for what quality we think they have. But those seeds were meant to be planted and cultivated that each will bare fruit. If we understand what Pathei-Mathos is and we each genuinely desire to evolve from our own experiences and understandings of things, then we need to learn to withhold our judgment, apply all these ONA stuff in our lives, and then judge the end result or fruit each seed aspect of the ONA bares. It’s easy to take the ONA as a bulk of seed ideas and critique it and deconstruct it intellectually to somehow pass judgment on the value of the ideas read. It’s hard to put in the Time to apply those ideas as a living praxis in life in such a way that they bare results, then to judge those results. In other words critiquing a cook book’s set of ingredients of dishes does very little and is not intelligent, even if you believe such behaviour to be smart. You cook the dished first and taste them, then you can intelligently determine of the cook book is worth anything or not. It’s not how science works either. You experiment to prove a hypothesis, then from the experimentation you gain your insights. Prove the ONA to be useless or useful by what fruits it bares in your application and experimentation of it. Don’t judge the hypothesis.
Q6: What is Satanism to you and how do you understand it?
A6: Satanism to me is exactly like a foreign dictionary I would carry. I am inside a population of people I want to communicate with who speak a different language. I formulate what I want to say in my Buddhist mind. Then I flip through my Satanic vocabulary and idiom dictionary and proceed to speak my Buddhist thoughts in a way such foreigners will understand. I’ll demonstrate.
When I speak to a faithful Buddhist I express the Buddha as a person that once lived 2500 years ago. When I speak with an esoteric or mystical or Mahayana Buddhist I express Buddha as Mind. Buddhi means to intuitively understand, and Buddha means to be awake from a sleep and to know or understand something. The Mind is the faculty that does these things. The luxurious palace Buddha was born and raised in is our childhood. The word outside that palace is the the real world we will each experience “out there” when we are grown up. To a Satanist I would express this Buddha as the faculty of our awareness. We “Know” something when we become consciously Aware of the something. Experiencing that something develops in that mind/awareness an Understanding.
When I speak to a religious Buddhist I speak about dhamma to make it sound like the teachings of the Buddha. When I speak with a more elevated minded Buddhist I express dhamma as Natural Phenomena. When we apply Vibhajjavada [direct experience] to that body of natural phenomena we gain an Understanding of our world/reality. If I speak to a Satanist I also express dhamma as the corpus of natural phenomena we experience in the world of human experience.
In my mind this thing we call “Buddhism” and “Satanism” are exoteric and superficial trappings. It is the essence of thought beneath the superficialism and forms that such forms are put together as an upaya to convey. I personally don’t get caught up over the superficial forms. I’m actually only a “Buddhist” in English. There is no such word as “Buddh-Ism or Buddh-Ist” in Khmer. We don’t call ourselves that. That is an exonym. Neither the Buddha or those Buddhists in Asia speak or spoke English.
In Khmer the Way of the Buddha is called Preahputsasana or Sasana Preahput [Prihboot]. In Thai is is Prahputasasana. Preah/Prih/Prah means something like Reverend, Worshipful, Honourable, Sacred, Divine, something or someone imbued with the Numen which is a sacred presence. Put or putgotam is Buddha-Gotama. Sasana means a set of instructions or a method of doing stuff, it should not be translated to mean a “religion,” but there is no single word in English to translate sasana into so religion is often used. If someone is curious and wants to know what your sasana is they ask you: “What sasana do you go into?” And because of how the language is set up with no word for “is” and not “-ist” suffix, there is only one way to answer that question: “I go into the sasana of preahput.” There is no way in the language to say: “I am a Buddhist.” You as a person and the sasana of Buddha in Khmer and Thai are kept psychologically apart as two separate phenomena. Whereas in English the language makes it sound as if you and Budhdism are the same thing. This produces a mild state of psychosis where you believe that you have your existence because of a set of beliefs.
“Go into” is an old tribal idiomatic expression. If the men form a hunting group to go hunting and you say: “Wait up! I want to go too,” and you GO INTO their group, what will you end up doing? You end up Doing whatever it is they do. In this case hunt. If in your tribe the warriors gather into a group to war with the neighbor tribe and you say: “Wait up! I want to go too,” and you GO INTO their group, what will you be doing? Whatever warriors do. Which in this case implies then that you will be following the instructions of your group leader and behaving like a warrior. If a group of people gather to form a exploring group to hike around the area and gather intelligence of the topography, and you say: “Wait Up! I want to go too,” and you GO INTO their expedition group, what will you be doing? Whatever explorers do. In all cases GO INTO implies a DOING or a Behaving, or Action as others in a group do, act, and behave. It does not suggest a belief, or a set of morals. You don’t believe in hunting, you do it. You don’t believe in exploring and its not a religion. You do it. Sasana is means Instruction, Order, Command of an officer to a subordinate. When as an assistant apprentice carpenter your master orders you to sand down wood, put it together into a table, then oil it, that set of instructions your master gave you is a Sasana. You follow it or do it. Believing and agreeing or debating with your master does not do not build the table.
Nobody who is a Buddhist in my family thinks the same thoughts and has the same beliefs, but we DO the same things. That is a Sasana. When as a pupil your master teaches you the forms, moves, and katas of your martial arts that is a sasana, you follow it and do it. When your lieutenant in an army give you an Order that is a sasana, you do it. It’s not a religion. You don’t worship or “believe in,” your lieutenant’s orders as the prophetic words of God and make a religion out of it. It’s in the Western mind and their paradigm that the words of authority are made into religions to worship. “Go Into” a group of people who follow the instructions of Buddha, does not in its original languages imply that you worship the Buddha or worship his words as infallible prophetic utterances of God. No more then the instructions and command of your martial arts instructor are infallible and sacred. Your kung fu instructor may have demonstrated his abilities to you, and in seeing his abilities you may have desired to learn his style. So you understand in your heart that this instructor has something you do not which you wish to learn. Therefore you chose willingly to follow his instructions. The instructions are not the end in and of themselves. They are a means to give you the end fruit, which is the culture of the style. There is no moralistic belief system founded by an infallible mouthpiece of God implied anywhere. Sasana is not a “religion” if we understand religion to be an ideological system of infallible beliefs, philosophies, doctrines, thoughts, and ideas.
As a person living inside the West, I am surrounded by Christians and what we in ONA call Magian Ethos. In this setting Satanism has its uses for me. It’s a tool first. It causes my mind to stop and question the ideas and memes of these Christians and Magians such as their beliefs, ways of life, and morals. That way I can actually preserve my own indigenous culture, way of life, and sasana. But even this is “Buddhist” practice, because the Buddha does instruct you to be careful in mixed company because outsiders to your own culture and tradition seek to impress upon your culture their outside observances [traditions, customs, rites]; which in turn will cause you to lose your culture and identity, which then in turn causes you dukkha and makes you subservient or under the control of those outsiders and their observances. I use every tool and force I got to preserve my own self-sovereignty and ancestral ways from outside Christian and Magian tampering. I’ll support crime, gangs, and murder and encourage it if and when I need to to protect my self-sovereignty and ancestral ways from Christians and Magian Ethos. I have every right to. Because if I don’t, we end up with dukkha like Tibetans under Chinese rule. I might not personally kill a Christian or Magian, but I will if I would ever need to manipulate others to kill you.
Secondly Satanism in the Western Magian matrix is a way of life, a way of Doing. You do and live counter to how the mundane/anariya live and do things. If the mundanes live in nuclear families, you do the opposite. If the mundanes are dishonourable scoundrels you be the opposite to that. I once asked a mentor how you become above average in life. This person said: “If you are raised by average parents, go to average schools, learn average things, and follow the advice and example of average people in life, what will you end up being?” I said Average. And this person say: “That’s right. Pull yourself out of that equation, and if you are not mentally handicapped, you’ll not be average.” Just replace the word Average with Mundane or Magian, and you’ll understand the gist of how I understand the word Satanism. Satan means antagonist, opposite, or against; and -ism means a Act or Deed that is to be done. As a “Satanist” you live and do the opposite of what those mundanes do. You are against their way of life and beliefs of they impose it or seek to impress in on you.
Lastly Satanism is to me a down to earth and honest way of grasping reality/nature and our own human nature. It’s not spiritually goofy where you believe the world is made of sugar and butterflies. It teaches you to be brutally honest with yourself at least. The world and nature is not a pretty place. It teaches you to grasp Natural Phenomena as it is, and not as you really, really wish it was. You’ll never genuinely Understand what or who you are, if you never learn to understand the nature of Nature. Because we are a living part of that Nature. Like our liver is a living part of us. You fool nobody but your own self with self-deception and delusion. Self-deception and losing oneself in one’s own delusions has never “enlightened” anyone. Satanism helps me keep my Buddhism brutally honest. Since there are a lot of retarded Buddhists out there who are spiritually inclined in nature.
Like any tool, Satanism – and any ism – is only as good and useful as the Person wielding the tool. If you give a stick to a hiker, he’ll use it as a hiking stick. Give that same stick to an old man and he’ll use it as a can to help him walk. Give that stick to a man who can’t control his anger, and he will use it to beat his children with. The stick itself being unalive and inanimate does none of these things. The people behind the stick does the expressing.
If you give Satanism to a spiritual retard who has read one to many Sitchin and Von Daniken books, you will get a Satanists who believes that Satan is an alien. Give Satanism to an atheist-materialist and his Satanism will be different. It’s not the Satanism doing the expressing, it’s the people behind the Satanism. Spiritually inclined people will be spiritual no matter what religion or tool they are wielding. Religiously prone people will venerate and be subservient emotionally and mentally to even splotches on a tortilla.
I think rationalism or reason may be a traveling buddy of IQ? I only say this because of what I have seen. In any given city or group of people most the IQ thing will look like a baseball diamond. The fat middle part is where the majority of the population is. It tapers down to the extremely retarded. And it tapers up to the extremely genius. The further you go down or up, the few peers you will have. From what I have seen, the lower people are in this diamond the less rational they are. People in the fat average section have simple average levels of reason. Then the higher you go up the diamond, the more incredibly – and fewer – rational and reasonable the people become. Which is why I cannot ever get myself to accept egalitarianism. Not all 7 billion of us fit in the top point of this diamond. Some of you are really far down in the diamond. Regardless of whether those at the top region of this diamond have a religion or not, they are going to be very rational and very smart. And so whatever religion they get into will be used differently by those with a lower IQ and lower state of rationalism. I’m not saying that every Satanist comes from the top region of this diamond. But those that do use their Satanism in a very intelligent and rational manner. The Satanism then just helps them understand stuff in a brutally honest way. I’ve seen plenty of people smarter than me use their Satanism very skillfully.
Q7: I’ve been stocking you on the internet looking for any information I can find on your private life. Can you please tell my creepy ass more about yourself?
A7: My favourite color is magenta. I also really like Magenta from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, which is a favourite movie of mine. I have a blue Lexus that is paid off. I have a pet baby bull frog named Pickles and a pet blue lobster named Edward Scissorhand. I love sheep dogs. I’ve had lots of pet dogs since I was small. My first dog was a black and white sheep dog named Viking. I don’t know what kind of sheep dog he was though since we get our dogs from friends who don’t know either. I can’t remember what happened to Viking.
Then I had a beautiful white and grey husky-wolf mix with two eye colors named Two Tone. That was prolly the coolest looking dog we had. I was in the grade school still. Some Black guy gave him to us because he was moving and couldn’t take Two Tone. I had a pet tarantula at the time who was really boring so I fed him to Two Tone. We gave Two Tone away to an uncle of mine because he really liked two Tone.
My most favourite dog I had was a sheep dog that looked just like the one I had from way back when I was very little. He was a stray dog who we just let stay with us. I named him Yoda. He was a real nice dog. But he had a gross habit. He likes sneaking out of the yard and he rolls himself on the poo of other dogs. Yoda would come home covered in crap. He got run over after I had him for 3 years. He was almost home right by the side walk. I cried my ass off when I heard he got run over. Poor Yoda. I currently have a pet dog named Paddington because he looks like Paddington bear. I don’t know what he is. He’s either a sheep dog or a terrier. I’m not a zoologist. My cousin raises him now. I’m too lazy to actually take care of my animals. Yoda was cool because he took care of himself.
I like to kill things. Ever since I was small. My family drop me off with other cousins during the summer at our uncle’s property in Arizona who is Shugz parents. It’s a suburb of Tucson. The back yard of the house is a open green desert. It’s a beautiful green desert with all these cacti. There are these types of lizards the size of your hand called Horny Toads that run around the desert eating ants. It’s like a frog and flicks its tongue out at the ants to suck them up. Me and my cousins use to catch them and kill them. Most of the time we threw them at the cacti to impale them. I get crafty with killing them. I liked to tie their arms and legs up and drop big rocks on them. Or I get even craftier and tie them up with kite string, tie a rock next to them and on the other end of the string I’ll tie another rock. Then I toss the rocks up to the telephone wire that was low and let them hang there. My uncle found a safe snake once which he let us keep as a pet, and the next day I talked my boy cousins who liked the snake into letting me skin it. Lynzie [Shugz] ran to get a knife, and we stretched out the snake and I cut its throat and head off. It was wriggling for many minutes on the ground. Then I ran the blade of the knife down its belly and peeled the skin off.
My uncle in Arizona also used to take us out hunting with his Vietnamese friend and his daughter our age name Ngoc [means “jade”]. I was around 9 when I started going hunting with Lynzie’s dad and Ngoc’s dad. We drive way out out the city into these vast empty fields and park the car somewhere on the side of the dirt road and hiked around the desert for jack rabbits. They are huge rabbit with very tall ears. Fat ticks live in their ears the size of small prunes. I think 2 feet tall when they sit there, and their ear is at least about a foot tall, or something like that. My uncle and Ngoc’s dad let us take turns shooting the jack rabbits after they taught us how to use the rifle. They had a .22 which was safe for kids to use because it didn’t kick hard. We use to practice shooting at cans and bottles we found. My uncle taught me how to kneel on one knee, rest my left elbow on the other knee to keep the rifle steady, and aim by looking at that prong thing at the tip of the rifle with one eye and get that prong thing right on what you want to shoot at. Then when you pull the trigger you have to relax your shoulder and move back with the rifle when it kicks or you can hurt yourself. I love the smell of smoking gun powder and the little click sound the chamber makes when it throws that end half of the bullet out. Then after hiking and practice we eat a snack Vietnamese style which was French bread dipped in cold sweet coffee.
I was – and still am – the curious and inquisitive type. I wondered how a bullet worked after I first saw my uncle shot one off. So I opened a box of bullets and took one, then threw it at a wall as I stood safe behind a tree covering my ears. When I saw that it didn’t explode, I took the bullet and used my teeth to wiggle the top half off to see what was inside. Black powder came out. My boy cousins said to set it on fire and they ran to get matches. When we learned that fire makes it explode we had the idea of taking newspaper and take to make firecrackers. So we bit the heads off all these bullets and rolled the powder in newspaper, and we twisted one long end of our firecrackers which we set on fire. They didn’t work until one of the older cousins figured out you need to twist a thin strip of newspaper with lines of powder in it so the fire and run down the thin strip. After we learned how to make good ones that worked. I made these tightly rolled up ones that were small and I shoved them up the asses and mouths of Horny Toads I caught and blew the lizards up. It was the coolest thing I saw.
There was this one time when we were watching some cowboy movie where some guy got hanged by a rope and one of the boy cousins asked our uncle how you make one of those ropes. So our uncle took some string and said he’d show us how to make a simple and safer one called a “snare,” which he and his siblings used to hunt for small animals. You just make a loop and tie one end loosely to the rest of the string. After that we learned to make snares out of clear fishing line. We took chopsticks and ties our snares to the top and hammered them into the ground in the back yard. We also took shoeracks and hung snares from the racks. Then we scattered rice and bread around our traps. We ended up catching doves that way to cook and eat. We caught other birds like garbage birds and pigeons which we didn’t eat since uncle said they weren’t good for eating. So we’d clip their wings and make our firecrackers, stuff them down the bird throat and blew their head off. Our uncle said we were very clever. It was fun.
Back then when I was 9 I invented one thing all by myself, which I am still proud of to this day. Our uncle had taken us to a flea market to look for hunting rifles to buy. At the flea market I saw a guy selling long thin tubes which he was blowing darts out of. Uncle explained to us that they were called blowguns and shot out sharp darts to hunt small animals like birds. The darts were long needles with a little plastic ball at the end. I was smart enough back then to as the seller guy why the darts know how to fly always with the point in front and did not twirl around. He explained to me so I can understand that the needle needs a tail of some kind like a kite so the wind keeps it moving straight.
So taking what I saw and learned I cut a smooth cover of a magazine, then I took a normal lead pencil and used the pencil to roll the magazine cover into a tube. But not tight where the pencil is stuck in there. Just loose enough so the pencil falls out. Then I taped the tube up and took a red marker to mark the mouth part where I would put the dart into and blow. Then I bit off the little metal part at the top of the pencil that holds the rubber eraser off. You throw the wooden pencil away and keep the metal and eraser part. Then I took a long sowing need from my aunt’s kit and standing the needle on a table I pushed the needle into the eraser so it cam out in the middle of the eraser. But you have to do this with the eraser part up and the metal and its opening down. Then I ran around outside for used cigarette butts and removed the paper from them. The butts have one end that is burned and stuck together. I put that end into the opening of the metal part of my dart and then I ripped the end of the cigarette butt into half, then in half again long ways so you end up with 8 or so tails. I shoved my dart in the mouth piece and ran to the back yard to test it out on a cactus and it worked!
I showed my uncle what I had made. He tested it out and was very proud of me for being clever enough to make one. But he said that it worked so well it was a very dangerous weapon that can pop someones eye out. The other cousins wanted their own. So our uncle made us promise to never point it at anybody, never to such on the blowgun, and never to shoot the dart into the sky and look up or our eyes will pop. My home made blowguns actually killed lizards, but not birds or cats or dogs. The needle was too thin. We tried. I watched PBS one evening with my uncle and the cousins when a nature show showed us about Indian tribes in the Amazon jungle. I saw them hunting with bows and arrows, and they were making poison tipped arrows. I saw them take all these plants and boil them into something black looking and dipped their arrows in it. Me and my two older cousins when we saw that slowly looked at each other.
The next day we got an empty tin can and went threw the back yard to find all sorts of leaves and cactus and roots to boil into into poison to make our darts poisonous. Fortunately our poison never worked because we didn’t know what a poisonous plant looked like. Our uncle came out side the second day and saw us boiling stuff in the back yard and asked what we we doing. The cousins pointed at me and said it was my idea. They told our uncle when they were pointing at me: “She told us to make poison for our darts so we can kill the neighbor’s dogs, the horses down the street and hide in the bushes and shoot people’s faces in cars with!” So I said we were only making poison like the Indians to make our darts poisonous only to hunt big animals that’s all, but none of the plants seem to be poisonous. Then I asked him if he can show us what a poisonous plant looked like. My uncles said back something like: “No way! My god Diapers [my nick name]. Why can’t you and your sisters [other girl cousins] play with dolls like the neighbor’s girls? Killing people is against the law Diapers! They take you to jail forever for that! No more nature shows for you!” We weren’t allow to make blowguns or boil plants after that.
We went out hiking and hunting a lot. I shot my first jack rabbit when I was 9. He was sitting there far from me, and I pulled the trigger and he fell over and screamed. My uncle calls out to his dog: “Go get him Hunter, go get him boy!” But the dog was stupid and never moved. So we had to go get the rabbit ourselves. I remember that first one I killed I shot in the stomach and his guts were sticking out and it smelled bad. He was still alive and crying which sounded like a baby crying. Lynzie and Ngoc they started to cry and felt very bad for him, but I was just watching. Ngoc’s dad picked up a big stick and said it wasn’t dead yet and handed me the stick and told me to beat its head hard until it died. So I took the big stick and beat the rabbit many times as hard as I could and killed it. He was laughing hard and clapping his hands cheering me on. I remember as inside that the more I beat it, the more something inside made me like to beat it more. My uncle skinned it and we went home and grilled it. We make a sauce which I always use with my meat with fish sauce and lime juice. You mix it until its sour, but still has the salty taste and flavour of the fish sauce. Grilled wild rabbit is the best meat you’ll ever taste. It is white meat and looks and tastes a lot like chicken. You dip the meat in the sauce. We just call it “Dip Sauce” in English since there is no name for it. I love rabbit meat.
Ngoc’s dad had this big yard also but it leads into a little hill where he has a large over turned cage made of chicken coop wire. His yard gets a lot of doves since he has the habit of feeding them rice. He usually calls Lynzie’s dad and us over to trap doves and eat with him. So what they do is prop up the big cage with a stick which is connected to a string and Ngoc’s dad scatters rice on the ground and we go wait and hide behind this camouflage hiding place he makes. He use to let us take turns pulling the string when there were many doves under the cage. When you pull the string you trap at least a hundred of them.
There is a “door” on the top of the cage where you fit a small person inside. It was too small to fit the grown ups so usually two of us would have to go into the cage to kill all of the doves. Ngoc and Lynzie never went into the cage. So it was always me and my older boy cousins that went into the cage with the doves. My uncle taught me how to kill birds by handing him one, and he crouched down next to me and told me to watch. He twisted its neck real fast and it was dead. And he says to me when I was still 9: “Snap the neck hard to break it. That kills birds and people. You snap and break the neck of a person like the birds neck and he will die. But killing people is illegal!”
But seeing it done is easier than doing it. My boy cousins were good at it. They just snapped their necks one after another and handed them to the guys waiting outside. For my first few times I tried to hold the dove’s body and twisted its head like you were wringing a towel, and it was still alive! You can feel the doves have this sack in their neck where they keep the rice and seeds they eat. But I eventually learned how to break their necks. So I used to go into the cage often and with my older cousins we’d have contest to see who can kill faster and more birds. You have to place your thumb pressed on their neck bone and when you twist your wrist you pull the neck from the body and push down on the neck bone with your thumb. Dove meat taste great too. They don’t actually taste like chicken. They taste like quail meat. You fry it or grill it. Then dip it in the Fish sauce and lime dip sauce.
When we eat Lynzie’s dad and Ngoc’s dad like to talk about their past experiences during the Khmer Rouge revolution and the Vietnam war. Ngoc’s dad said that during his war he was in his teens and the Viet Cong came and drafted him and all the boys in his village. So Ngoc’s dad while we ate dove meat or were to hiking used to share stories with us about how he killed people as a Viet Cong and he’d teach us different ways to kill a person.
He told us a story once when his group of teenagers had caught some of what he called the “Bad Vietnamese” and an American soldier. Ngoc’s dad said him and his friends dug a hole in the ground the size of a person to fit 3 people. They went to tie the American up with his arms behind his back and two of the bad Vietnamese. He took rope and demonstrated on us how he tied them up. He straps the rope tight above the elbows so you can’t untie it. He said that after the hole was dug, they put the three bad guys standing up in the hole so their head is in a triangle shape and fill the hole up. Then they collected fire wood and put a pot of uncooked rice on their head and made a fire and cooked their lunch using the bad guys’s heads like stones to hold up the pot. Ngoc’s dad told us that they scream and he screamed like them for us to hear. And he told us their faces burned and smelled like cooking meat. He used to tell us that killing people in war was like hunt rabbits. You have to kill the bad people, or they kill you. You just shoot your rifle at them like shooting at rabbits, and sometimes they scream like rabbits. They die and you go kill more. I asked him once if it was scary to kill people. He said that the first time it’s scary like I how got scared to see a rabbit die. Second time not so scary. Third time, okay. Then he says: “Fourth time it’s fun like a game you know. Don’t be scared of people to see them die. Killing people is natural. Only people who never kill people say it’s bad and scary. It’s scary in their feeling you know? Inside their head. But in the real life, it’s no feeling or scary. Like you kill the doves.”
Those were fun times from my childhood. I used to love going down to uncle’s house for the summer. Uncle and his friends were outdoors people so they kept us busy and active outside. They liked to go camping in the middle of nowhere by small lakes to fish, frogs, catch crawdads, and find duck eggs or wild bird eggs. I wouldn’t go out and cook wild frogs. You have to cook them right or you get worms. I remember this one time we went camping by a lake with pine trees. My little mom and stepdad were camping with us, Lynzie’s parents, and Ngoc’s parents. I think I was 13 or something. There were these big fish in the lake and some body threw bread in the water to feed them and they all came to bite on the bread right up to the shore of the lake. So the guys told us to keep throwing bread in to call them to the shore. And the dads got big sticks and just pounded the whole lot of them dead. We caught over 20 fish doing that that day and cooked some and walked around giving the rest to everybody else camping near us, since the dads got too happy and killed to many fish.
At the lake at night you walk around the shallow part of the lake to hunt for crawdads. I love the taste of crawdad. They’re like little lobsters about 4 inches long or something. You catch them with your hand skillfully or they bite you with their claws. My step dad taught me how to catch them. You make your hand flat and slowly creep up the them, then quickly put your flat hand on top of them like you were going to swat a fly. You have to press down on them and their claws so they have no room to move or they clip you. Then you scrunch your hand and pick then up and throw them in the bucket. I tried it and the first many times they bite you, and that shit hurts. But after you feel the pain and you know its not that hugely bad, then that’s when you aren’t really scared any more. So I kept practicing and learning the right way to swat them and pick the up from trial and error, until I got very good at it. You need a partner. One does the catching and the other hold a bucket and a flashlight. I got really good at it where I can stick my hand right into their cave they lived in under the rocks and swat them in their cave and pull them out without getting clipped. Its easy took cook them. You throw them in the camp fire around the edge where there is white ash and you pull them out when they are red. Then you break them in half, pull out the meat in their tail and dip it in that Fish sauce and lime juice. Fresh cooked crawdads are the best. In one night you can catch a hundred or, if you have a lot of people and you walk around the lake.
So that’s my tom boy childhood. I didn’t grow up with my face plastered to a computer or even a TV. My family actually invested their time into keeping us active and busy outside in Nature, killing things, camping, hiking, and stuff. I still love outdoorsy stuff.
When I got older my step dad made friends with a trucker from the east side of America who took his wife and son along with him. They were like chubby hillbillies, but very nice cool people. But this trucker family said that they come out here to our parts often and when they stay out here they usually have this family hobby of taking metal detectors and hunt for gold out in the lakes near Las Vegas Nevada. My step dad said he wanted to learn to do this, and his new friends said next time they were down they’d take him and his family along. So they traded phone numbers. And the next were we did go treasure hunt!
It was fucking hot. It’s not at the lake, but a place near the big lake with all these red rocks. That one hillbilly kid – his name was Junior – shared his metal detector with me and took me out to his “sweet spots” where he found the most gold nuggets at. It was so boring. I got very excited after a while because I saw a tortoise the size of a shoe box. It was the first tortoise I ever saw in the wild. I showed my friend Junior the animal and told him to go and smash its head with his metal detector so we can see what he tastes like. That’s when I learned that White people weren’t as “explorative” as Asians and Viet Congs were. Me and Junior did find anything the first day, but the other teams did. My little mom and her partner Junior’s mom found a real gold nugget the size of a raisin! Which got us excited. The next day me and Junior found a real gold nugget the size of a small pearl, like 5-6 karats big. He let me keep it. It’s a fun hobby that actually can pay you back for your time, but it can’t make you rich.
Back then if I watched TV, it was what my uncle dad watched which was nature shows. I was raised most of my childhood on Sesame Street, before it went all politically correct. My favourite characters from Sesame Street was Mumford the Magician whose magic words was “Ala peanut butter sandwich!” and then those weird squid aliens things that goes: “Yip yip yip yip yip!” Then I used to love watching the reruns of the Voyage of the Mimi on PBS. The theme song to that show is one of my favourite instrumental tunes. My uncle dad never let us watch cartoons or Nickelodeon because he said those things weren’t educational and useless. I grew up watching Star Trek the next Generation or reruns of it since my uncle-dad really likes that show. Otherwise we were all kept busy and away from TV. Thinking about it now, keeping your young children away from TV is probably the best thing you can do for them.
Later during my college years I was in my brain phase so I was reading about different subjects on the brain. I stumbled upon a book that talks about an experiment they did with rats. They raised rats related to each other in two different groups. One group was raised in a small normal terrarium with a wheel they can run in. The other group was raised and lived in a very big cage with natural-like surroundings and many things for them to play with, and each week their care taker gave them new things to play with and use. Both groups were fed the same diet. They raised these rats for several years and then studied their brains. It was discovered that the rats in the boring cage had less brain mass then a control group of natural rats, and the rats in the large cage who were kept busy with new things had more brain mass then the control group and a substantial amount more then the first group. It turns out that your environment and how you are raised and live, and what you are exposed to influences your synaptic connections/network and your brain mass.
It’s true. An active life and environment does make your brain work better. I might not have been able to spell right or do my math right when I was in my pre-teens, but my brain was working. In my uncle’s neighborhood in Arizona the community there had a community yard sale together a week out of a summer month. The whole street around our block was out with all sorts of things in there yard. Me, my cousins, and the neighbor girls the “J’s” would used to walk around the block looking for toys and dolls and little knickknacks and the neighbor people would just let us have things for free. The neighbor’s girls were my summer friends. They’re collectively called the J’s because their parents named them Jenny, Jessy, and Jacky. My best summer friends was Jenny, and Jessy and Lynzie were best friends because they actually have the same name, but our family calls her Lynzie.
Across the street in from of Lynzie’s house were a couple old people who were very nice. They saved the rolls from their paper towel rolls and toilet paper and what they did was stuff them with toys and candy, then wrap them in pink or blue wrapping paper and sell them for each roll for a dollar. But they were nice enough to let the neighborhood kids each pick one for free. I was 10 when I crossed the street to go pick out a free roll of toys from the nice old people and I saw the old man was smoking out of a pipe. I lost interest in the roll of toys and asked him what he was doing. He said he was just having a little smoke out of his pipe. So I asked him if I can look at it closer and for him to explain to me how the pipe worked because I had never seen one in real life. He knocks out the stuff and unknowingly explained to me how it worked. He pointed out the bowl part, and showed me the little hole where the smoke runs up through the mouth piece, and his pipe had a small screen to keep stuff from flying into his mouth. I smiled at him and thanked him, and asked if I can have a pink roll of toys. I took my roll home and looked around the house for things I can make a pipe out of.
I went straight into the fridge because I remember Coke bottle caps were round and plastic. It took me a while of thinking in my brain how I was going to turn a plastic bottle cap into a working pipe to smoke out of. But The next day I walked down to the little corner store called the Quick Mart, its a small liquor store. We called it the Kweef Mart since that’s what one of the older boys in the neighborhood called it. The man who owns it was a fat guy named Bob, but we all call him Blob. In the Kweef Mart I was going thru all the bottles looking for a cap made of metal to snap onto my plastic cap. I tried to snap my plastic cap on each of the different metal caps and when I found on that fit I told Jenny to go ask Blob a question and keep him busy. When he was busy I unscrewed the metal cap and put it in my pocket and we left the store.
I had already told Jenny I was trying to make a smoking pipe. So we went to her house which was quieter with less people and worked on our pipe. I asked Jenny to take out the plastic stuff from the inside of the metal cap and poke holes in it with a nail. Then I asked for a big screw driver. I took the screw driver and put it in the fire of the stove until it was red hot, then I melted a hole on the side of the plastic cap. We snapped the two pieces together and had our bowl. But we couldn’t figure out what to make the sucking part out of that would fit in the hole I melted. After a while Jenny remembered that pens were hollow! So where went in her room looking for pens. I told her we need a pen that comes apart in the middle where you unscrew it. We found one of those clicky pens and took it apart and used the bottom half with the screw part and small hole as our mouth part, and it fit nicely in the hole I made. That was it. We sneaked into her dad’s room because he smokes cigarettes and took one out of his box, and ran to her back yard with a lighter to test our pipe out. It worked! Me and Jenny ended up experimenting with smoking anything dry, like dry grass, roots, twigs, dried fruit peels. It was all gross. We threw the pipe away.
It makes me wonder that of the people drawn to the ONA, how many of them had childhoods similar to mine where they were active and outside often. I do know from talking to the many ONA people I meet that an unusual high number of them are in the military, or like doing military stuff and like that survivalist subculture.
Q8: What would you like to see the ONA become?
A8: To be independent from the Mind it was born from. I know at first this sounds bad like I want to steal the ONA from its maker. But very often organizations and memeplexes that cannot separate themselves from its maker which have become personality cults often die shortly after their maker passes. DM is not physically immortal. He has a long ways to go still. I have people in my family I care about who are his age, so I would rather see that they have many years left. But AL will one day pass into his Immortal Grade in the Seven Fold Sinister Way. And so my main focus or desire is to somehow cut the ONA’s “umbilical” cord from that Mind it came from now, and help raise or nurture this ONA as an independent Order not reliant on its maker for life force. That is my major concern. The “dark ages” of the ONA not too long ago is what worries me.
But circumstances during the dark ages were much different. There was a time back then when it looked like there was some silly power struggle between a number of people who either thought they were leader or wanted to be leader. I tried to fix this problem by talking to the right people to get rid of the whole structure and leader thing. And AL was nice enough – or understanding enough – to step down and throw out a leadership thing in the ONA. Then I thought that it would help ONA live longer if each Initiate and/or Nexion had the ‘power’ to help change, evolve, contribute to, and influence the ONA in their own unique ways. Sort of like we add on to what AL has built. This way over time the ONA becomes less dependent on AL and more self reliant and an “entity.”
My other concern was the future market and condition of this thing we call “Satanism.” As cool as some of us might feel it to be, it may die out. It is not smart for an Order to be so blind that it is convinced that Satanism is eternal. If we say there was a small island of Catholics, and on this island was a monastic order, then one day Catholicism died out on this island to be rep;aced by secularism, what would happen to that monastic order? Do we thus take the chance and put all our bets on Satanism?
My worry was that in the old days people in the ONA and inspired by the ONA put to much faith and investment into the Satanism causal form. We can see this is nearly every off shot and spin off of the ONA that came out in those old days. They were all Satanic institutions of some kind. At least the known ones. Did these old time ONA members know or understand that Satanism was a causal form or outer form and not its core essence? Did they understand that Satanism and things like NS were useful forms only, or a means to get work done? Did they Understand that you can engineer new forms that isn’t Satanic or NS to get other work done? So I wanted to see the ONA not be so heavily lost or captivated by its causal forms. They are useful, and I like them all, but like the 21 Satanic Points says, we can’t love something so much that we cannot see it die. Is the ONA – as a collective Order of associates – able to see Satanism die and still know and understandable they are still ONA? That is the question. If they/we can’t than the ONA risks dying with Satanism. So I would say that I also want to see the ONA become detached and independent also of Satanism. Not throw it away, but just detach itself from it and understand that it is only a useful and interesting form.
I would also hope that in time the ONA as a collective Order of Initiates will learn to actually appreciate and preserve the ONA’s unique “Kulture” and Tradition. I speak of the Traditional forms or aspects like what is found in Naos: Physis, the Star Game, the Tree of Wyrd, the Sinister Tarot, etc, along with the rites and ceremonies of the Black Book of Satan. The Seven Fold Way. Reichsfolk. And then the Sinister Fiction, and the Tradition of writing and sharing such Mythos. This also includes the Balobian Kulture of creating sinister art work and musick. Preserve it but build onto it. Meaning add onto Codex Saerus by making our own new rites and rituals. Add onto the Tree of Wyrd concept. More Balobians adding new art work. Things of that nature. These are things made and makes the ONA, the ONA. Just like what makes English, English are the core Anglo-Saxon words, no matter how different English evolves. We build on top of that like science build on top of its old and useful theories to advance itself gradually. So it’s not an evolution for the sake of changing things. But a thoughtful evolution, balanced with a Mindful preservation of the foundation and backbone of ONA Kulture and Tradition.
My other concern is jumping the generation gap or the ability for ONA to pass from mother to offspring. This is important to me if clans and new cultures are to be grown in the future from this seed culture we call the ONA. So I would like to see the ONA refine itself if necessary so that it can pass between mother to child. It’s not impossible and over the months I have studied the several ways my own culture and family pasted Theravada Buddhism down to me.
Theravada Buddhism has a gigantic written side made up of 24,000 pages. No child is going to read or even understand 24,000 pages of dictations. Interestingly most of the content of those pages are actual stories or mythos that each teach a moral lesson. By that I don’t mean morality. I mean lessons to live by and consider.
So I got my Buddhism growing up from seeing, hearing, and doing what everyone else was doing; as well as through stories my family told me which taught key aspects of Buddhist dhamma. Then I was allowed to watch and participate in the religious ceremonies and simple rites. That was it. There was no going to some temple once a week to hear some body preach. No reading out of some Buddhist bible. No lectures of teachings from elders. Just seeing people living their Buddhism as a culture, mimicking and participating in that culture, and then the many stories I often heard, which I still hear. And then only when I grew older in life, did I have the mindset to look deeper into Buddhism to understand it on a deeper level. Where I am now able to pass it to my future children, when I have them.
So based on all that, I would say that the stories and mythos aspect of the ONA is of major importance. I think it was a brilliant idea which has many uses. The best part is AL already write hundreds and hundreds of such stories for us that teaches the essence of the ONA. These stories can be shared with the next generation, or new ones can be created specifically for their age and mindset. Next most important thing we can do are repetitive activities we can do as a family together. Nothing elaborate. Playing the Star Game together is a realistic example. An ONA document called Eira excellently gives us the other example of shared activity:
[Begin Quote]
In order to move forwards, we must make this reality a living one, within each and every one of our lives. We must trust in our latent, evolved creative genius and have the courage to discard the romantic trappings we as a species are becoming dependent upon. The Galactic future can be presenced through our magick if we allow it to be. This requires a leap of faith into the Abyss into the realm of Satan.
All that the new ceremonies require, is for individuals who possess this new aeonic faith to gather at specific times and perhaps light a bonfire which will function as a focus/symbol for the gathering. All else will create itself from there.
The specific gathering times or fests are as follows: Mid end of April; Early November; Spring Equinox; Mid end of May; Summer Solstice; Early mid August; Autumn Equinox; Winter Solstice; Late January late Feb.
[End Quote]
I would add to that something like full moon family Sunedrions where something as simple as a family barbeque is shared together. The most important idea is the family or clan do things together often. It doesn’t have to be “Satanic” where people are sacrificed and shit. Actually since the Rounwytha tradition is a core of the ONA, I would rather raise my future children connected with nature, with their culture, and as Rounwythas. They would then grow up to understand that the ONA is the thing that houses their Kulture and Rounwytha Tradition, and that AL presenced it. The stories and fiction would teach them the concepts. And the simple rites and fests solidifies the family/clan. Then as rites of passage a ceremony of some kind can be performed for them at 13. Then at 16 as their right of passage they are initiated Traditionally, a copy if Codex Saerus is given as a gift, and set out to accomplish their first Grade in the Seven Fold Way. Which is when they will on their own terms come to understand the forms and deeper aspects of the ONA from their choir or ordeal of finding all ONA manuscripts, etc.
ONA would not be a replacement for a culture, but simply an add on to a person or people’s culture. This is something that some cultureless Americans may find hard to grasp. In my own culture, Buddhism is not a religion, it is an aspect of our culture, or how we live and do things. In my culture you can be “Buddhist,” and still also be into the much older Brahmanism, and the even older animism. The living culture uses these things to express itself through, not those things asserting itself onto a culture. My whole family and every person I know like us are all Buddhists, Brahmanists, Taoists, and Animists all at the same time. It’s just “The Culture & Tradition” of “our people.” A living culture I suppose is like a living culture is like a slug? As it slithers across time it’ll pick up bits and pieces of stuff. ONA would thus not replace something. It would be an add-on to what already exists in your life.
So this is what I would like to see the ONA become one day: a Nexion that presences new living Kultures and Traditions into the future. Independent of its original maker. The ONA, from my understanding of things, seems to have all the needed components to help it survive, if we today take care to nurture those aspects. ONA is still a baby “entity” that need care and life force. We’ll see. All it takes is just one dedicated nexion. There was only one AL and through him the ONA past to all of us today. Even if I am the last Drecc in the ONA, I will follow AL’s example and do what it takes to get it into the future. What it needs is more of the stuff that breeds culture. Myattian stuff like Folk Culture becomes a valuable resource of ideas and practices. Especially those 5 ceremonies and rite of passages DM put together. Love and pride for one’s family, clans, folk, are also useful memes. The Numinous Way is also useful in this regard. Whatever DM made that helps create or breed culture is valuable as a Useful Form for the ONA.
I don’t personally let the ONA replace my own indigenous culture and ancestral traditions. To me it’s an add-on that helps accentuate what I already have. It helps me understand what I already have better. The ONA actually helped me understand Buddhism better. This is so because when I write ONA stuff and I try to explain some concepts ONA uses in writing, I am forced to dig deep into every corner of my brain for insights and example to try and make my examples as clear as possible. So when I do that I end up drawing from Buddhism as a resource of examples, imagery, and insights. Which in turn helps me understand the Buddhism. This is the main reason why I write anyways. Writing and forcing myself to articulate these ideas in a a way that others can easily grasp fine tunes my own grasp of Buddhism.
Then other aspects of ONA fits elsewhere in my indigenous mindscape. The concepts of acausal, nexion, and causal helps explain in my mind how my own internal cosmology works out. Except in my mind, the concept of a “nexion” most often correlates with the Mind, since for the moment, I understand the Mind to be the in-between thing between the causal world of experience and mindscape. And then the Acausal to me at the moment correlates with all the stuff on the other side in that mindscape. But when I use that word “mindscape” it comes with its own vast topography that goes beyond the simple space between your ears. I explained in a different essay how that topography looks to me. I used the word “SubNatural” to describe that topography. Meaning that you have Mind/Chitta, which is your individualized core, below that you have your psyche, beneath that you have what Jung and Buddha refer to as a collective unconscious mind which we all share. They use different words and terms to describe this. Then below that at the “center” is something bizarre the Buddha refers to as a “hive mind” made up of all Mindstreams [chittasantana], from which reality is said to arise.
The English word “mind” is a near useless word for me, but I have no other word to use. Acausal just simply does not mean mind vapour or thoughts or mind stuff. It bugs me because there is nothing in this English welanschauung to correlate with what we in the Buddhist Orient understand as Chitta. But whatever. DM in his writings does use a revealing term he coined called an “acausal membrane” which surrounds a causal object/organism and “tell” that that organism what to look like or where its cells should go. I agree with this because as far as I understand things the mechanism of cellular differentiation inside the cell itself is absent. How is it that each cell comes from the same zygote, which all carries the same DNA blueprint, but yet each cell “know” to be different things? But the important thing to keep in mind is that I don’t “Believe” the acausal membrane is responsible for this. It is a “Theory” which makes sense to me, that I can use to explain certain things, which needs to be tested later.
I do not agree with the theory that acausal and causal corresponds with this favourite or Western occult notions: objective and subjective “universe.” These terms are useful reifications that help us understand things, but they are reifications. If there is such a dualistic separation that there is indeed two different universes where there is an innie universe and and outie universe, show me the boarder between these two. Point a finger at the wall between these two universes where you can say in all honest accuracy that: Here in the most refined levels of the Cosmos is the Cosmic Blood-Brain Barrier impasse! Point a finger to the barrier between the conscious mind and the so-called “subconscious mind.” Prove to me that a magnetic field has those neatly drawn lines that moves from pole to pole. That’s what I mean by reification. Explain to me what the “subjective” universe is subbed under and what makes it a “universe?” Then explain to me if the “objective” universe you believe to be “outside” which you see with your eyes and apprehend with your Mind is actually outside or inside. How do get yourself to believe that a world in which you only apprehend in your brain/mind is objective/outside of your Self? But this is off topic.
Q9: Will we ever colonize space?
A9: No. We’re getting our system of science mixed with our system of governance. They are two different systems built from the ground up. Each “programmed” to function in a different way.
If you look at this thing we call Science, you see that from its very foundation it is based on the idea of investigation, experimentation, and gradual refinement of theories. Because of that as we look back in time we see that science does in deed grow, evolve, add onto itself, and becomes more sophisticated.
As state’s fundamental stuff is not based on investigation, experimentation, and the gradual refinement of theory. It is based on maintaining stasis or its own equilibrium, assertion of a party’s policies, and control. That type of system does not evolve into a stellar republic. It costs far too much money for a State to realistically colonize space. So depending on a current model of a State to do the colonization give us two very big problems. The first problem is that the State doesn’t want to go to space. The second problem is that money is to the State and thus us, dictates what we can achieve and what our human potential is going to be directed toward. We use our human genius to make new products to sell to people and new kinds of weapons to kill other states with.
Science is progressive, but it lacks the power to collect the manpower to build giant terrariums in space. If Steven Hawking were to say next month: “You know I really like black holes. And I’d like to make a ship like the Enterprise so we can go see one. Can I get 10 million of you to work for free to make this ship for the next 20 years?” I doubt anybody would volunteer.
I have a friend who likes science fiction and one day we were talking about “utopia” and he gave me his idea of it and how he would step by step gradually materialize this utopia. He said that all he would need is a small island where he can establish something he termed a “Scientocracy.” It would be a state run by scientists and elected by universities on the island. The state uses science as its politics, and the only real law on this island is that no laws shall be past to impede the progress of science. The money and labour force would be funneled over many generations into projects, with the ultimate goal being colonization of space. The first project would be colonization of the ocean, to expand the island. This adds experience knowledge. The second step would be the colonization of Antarctica. After this the state would have the experience and familiarity of working together to colonize space. The first step in colonization of space would be constructing O’Neill Cylinders kilometers in size. It would be a project each generation would work on. Then from there you would gradually expand into space.
His hypothetical model might more realistically work better than a normal state. But the problem I picked out was the issue of money. It’s just not possible to have any kind of significant evolution into space with money. As a species we need to learn to not let money dictate what is possible for us and what is impossible.
I have another friends who is an older business guy I went to one day to tell him about this problematic topic of mine. I wanted to colonize space, but money is a problem we can seem to let go of. How do I go around that problem? My friend thought about it for a while and invented a speculative form of economics he named off the top of his head: “Projection Economics,” which is based on the simple idea of “work now, pay later.” He says it would be like investing money into a company. You don’t get your earning immediate. You understand that it is a long term investment with future yields. In his hypothetical system you train people to not work for immediate pay, but to cooperatively say, build a company with the investment of their volunteer labour. Then each person involved in that building of such company owns an equal share of the said company. This way in future their effort is paid, if not with them harvesting the earnings, then their descendents. This isn’t like market speculation. So he said to do the same. Collect people and families into a cooperative “corporation” and gradually build these space structures using Projection Economics. The paid load comes later, since each person involved in the construction of such structures would own a share of the structure and its potential economic value. But this would require a process of re-education and paradigm shift in the people themselves.
So if we continue to use the current model of Nation-States and money system, it would be close to improbable that we will ever live in space. We would most likely die on this earth we are killing. In this regard, I would agree with certain ONA texts where it says the old must be destroyed for a new something to take its place. Some sort of “Scientocratic Imperium,” that uses “Projection Economics?” Or something like that. But that “projection economics” would be balanced by normal methods of making money to live. I added the idea that you force the military of the hypothetical state to help work on these projects when they are not making war.
When I was in high school I wanted to go to college to be a bug scientist because I was fascinated with ants. I used to make ant farms with my cousin-brother when we were small. I was fascinated with how they live and work together from birth to death. So I figured I’d like to be a bug scientist to study ants because I theorized that their might be some hormone or biochemical the queen or these ants natural makes that makes them live and work with each other like that. As a bug scientists I could isolate this chemical. I gave it a hypothetical name of “Formicine.” My idea was to manufacture this Formacine and give it to the military and government so they force the population to get Formacine inoculations. This way the population won’t nee money any more and we’d all work and live for each other for free until we die. This was phase one of my personal utopia. I named this stage “Buddha,” meaning the “Awakening.”
Phase two of my personal utopia I named “Kama” [love] which has the theme of something I ended up called “DiovoGenesis,” which is when you take two female ova, extract the 23 chromosomes out of one and inject it into the other, then zap it with a mild electrical charge to induce cellular division. This would allow two females to breed with each other. The offspring of such method would always be female, since no Y chromosomes are present.
Phase three I named the “Moksha,” which is the period of engineering of a virus and a bacterium. One virus infects androgen carrying males and causes them to be predominantly infertile. The bacterium carries enzymes that invades male gonads and cuts up the Y chromosome into pieces.
The fourth stage in my utopia is “Nirvava” [which means “extinguish”] which is when laws are pass declaring Y chromosomes as a parasitic chromosome in humans, which is made illegal contraband to possess. Men would be quarantined in friendly and hospitable cities in Antarctica far away from femalekind so they can’t infect the Human [re: female] population with their Y chromosome. They would live in the nice camps until their race dies out.
My last phase is I named “Tantra” [here meaning Thread That Binds] and its theme is Cyborgation. This is when everyone is forced to have neural computers implanted in their brains to connect them to a single neural network and collective cyberconsciousness. The neural computers would be assembled and woven in with neurons by “nanomachines. Then we can colonize space. A girl can dream.
I shared my utopia with an much older friend who likes science and science fiction, and after he said he felt like a criminal in my presence, he said that he doesn’t think the extinction of the male gender was the central issue. And that what he believes this utopia actually reveals to him is that deep down inside I have serious but interesting antagonistic feelings towards the concept of individuality. But he said it would make a great science fiction story. After he told me that, I had the idea of maybe later in life, when I have developed and fine tuned my writings skills to write a science fiction series called just called “Protocol X” for the x chromosome. Interestingly – if you do your research – Japanese scientists several years ago already conducted experiments with making viable zygotes from two rat ova. But laws were place which disallowed the zygote to progress into full blown fetal stage. So theoretically “diovogenesis” is possible. They didn’t call it that though. There are already laws internationally made to make it illegal to make human offspring from this method. Which I find to be very telling. All I know is that based on this Japanese case which shows that female to female reproduction of viable offspring is possible, is that as men, your years are numbered. Fortunately I never studied bugs science.
I’m not insane or anything. I just have a “creative” imagination sometimes. It’s not like I hate men. It’s more of an innocent scientific inquiry. I just wonder if it is possible to wipe out men from the earth with a simple virus and bacterium. We’ll never know if we don’t try you know. That’s the beauty of science. You save your judgment till after the results of the testing and experiments. We don’t have to experiment on the whole planet. Just a small country, like Israel since nobody likes them.
I was sharing my Utopian idea with one of my guys friends this one time. He’s into Wicca but smart, and more into Nature and animism. We were sharing our utopian ideas with each other since he says that such ideas can reveal a lot about the psychology and emotional state of a person. So it was like a “get to know you friend” exercise thing, without asking prying questions, which I liked. His utopia was him sectioning off the red wood forest in Northern California into a walled kingdom which he was king of and the citizens were his harem. Just all these girls of different races and his friends can live there too. He said I can live in his kingdom with him and he’d share. I told him that was a retarded utopia, and shared mine. After I told him about my phases and end dream, he said: “Well that’s not nice. I let you live in my utopia. Can I at least have my petty kingdom in the red wood forest with a harem? I won’t bother your regime.”
Analyzing my utopia is easy to get a feel for my personality type or “psychology” I’m working with. Like one of my friends said, I do have strong issues against “individualism.” I don’t like people who think different than me and I don’t like people who, I can’t depend on who doesn’t want to give themselves to me, like I would for them. It might sound all evil that I say I dislike people who think different from me. But think about why we fight many of the wars we have fought? Why two political parties have a hard time working in harmony? Why some of you go to great lengths to assert and exert your own opinions and beliefs onto others. And you’ll see that what makes my dislike for others freedom to think for themselves is only “evil” because I am brutally honest. My nirvana of men isn’t because I hate men. It’s because on an emotional and sexual level I feel men to be useless an organism to me. I can go to the sperm bank to get pregnant or I can adopt. I think a lot of the crap that soils of current world such as unnecessary war and conflict and this capitalist competition to out rich and out produce the other is testosterone influenced. And the formacine which makes humans into a hival organism originate from my extreme dislike of money as a power of limitation to our species. I only wish to some how go around that.
DM has left a whole lot of writing which to me I find fascinating to read through as a way of profiling his personality type and inner make up. Unfortunately he doesn’t reveal much in the idealistic utopia department. What I do see that is a common thread in all of his garage inventions is that there is the constant idea or dream of colonizing space. Which would match up perfectly with what I recall were his favourite TV shows: Babylon 5 & Star Trek Voyager I think they were. In many of his inventions there is also a common reoccurring theme of destroying something and creating something new. So maybe DM is a kind of person who feels inside that he is unhappy with the way things are in either the world or “his world,” and he has a obsession to try and change it or to try and get others to change it.
One thing I dislike is when I read people calling DM a “fascist.” This does not show up in any of his writings or in any of his memetic inventions. The opposite shows up. In his ONA you get rhetoric of being a free willed person and he reused the idea/meme “exultation of life” and “exeatic” very often which is the opposite of fascist control. In all of his inventions you can clearly see that DM does not give up on the anti-state rhetoric. Even when he was into Islam, he carried that obsession over with him. This is also not congruent to fascism, if we say that in fascism the State, the People, the Party, and the Religion are One. In his Folk Culture he goes so far as to name his ideal form of government – at the time of such writings – which he calls Folk Democracy. DM in the same writings goes so far as to draft an entire constitution for his idea of Folk Democracy, which clearly has nothing to do with fascism. It actually resembles the direct democracy used in cantons of Switzerland and I think some city-states in ancient Greece. Then in his Numinous Way he calls the idea of a Nation-State of any kind to be immoral and an abstraction. And he tries to bring the focus of a people from the distant immoral state down to a more numinous level of your immediate sphere of family and friends, where the clan is self-reliant and self-governing. I see nowhere in any of DM’s writings where there is the slightest hint of fascism or some totalitarian dictatorship. This assessment is based on a total ignorance of his writings.
He and I do share the desire to colonize space. Unfortunately – and I may be very wrong – I don’t see that happening if we rely on our current model of a State and if we are relying on Capitalism to get us to space. There is just no capital is space. Colonizing space would cause negative capital gain. We aren’t the problem, and the state itself is not a problem. The barrier is money and more importantly our infatuation with it. In such a way that we allow it to dictate our potential if we can’t pay for it. I hear well meaning people in Satanism talk about elevating the Human Potential to its highest state. I don’t see this ideal as being a realistic possibility inside the samsara of money. At the moment we are powerless to do anything if money says we can’t.
People today in many parts of the world can’t even actualize their human potential to eat and drink clean water without money. People today can’t even actualize their human potential to be medically healthy without money. People today can’t even actualize their human potential to have a healthy functioning family with out money. What is a major cause of divorce in America today? Money and finances. The idea that confined within the powerful grip of money, that we can fulfill some idealistic human potential [whatever that means] and become gods is ludicrous and wishful thinking. That’s what I try to mean by samsara. You can’t see samsara when you are lost in its delusion. These idealistic people who talk about some actualization of humanity’s full potential makes such claims blind to the ball and chain of money clamped to their legs, and they don’t even realize it. No greater human potential or space colony will be possible until as a people we Awaken from this samsara of money. The state is a thorn in most of our side, but it is not the true enemy of mankind. The state acts more as a vehicle to take us from point A to point B. The Enemy of mankind is our attachment or enthrallment to money. Such that we allow it or are powerless to go beyond the limits this money sets for us.
Q10: What are some ways you use to profile somebody’s personality type without asking prying questions?
A10: I learned how to do this a while back when I had a friend who was majoring in psychology ask me a bunch of weird questions. It was a trick at first because he knew that I have a private personality type where I get extremely offended with questions that openly dig into my life. So he play a game with me by asking me to imagine myself on a hike. Which was fun. I’ll include the meanings of these visualizations below this section so you can do it to yourself. After I learned this, I like to use it on all sorts of people, and it really works. Especially the Cup part, which you’ll see. I actually teach ever girl I know at least the Cup part to use and assess the men they are interested in.
I was asked to imagine myself on a hike and to just describe my surroundings. There is no right was or wrong way to experience or describe anything. The more details or the more vivid the scenery the better.
So the first question [1] that was asked of me was for me to describe as vividly as possible what the back pack on my back looks like. If in my visualization I did not carry one, I say I don’t have one. But if I was carrying one I describe in detail what it looked liked, if it was heavy or light. What things I may have inside of it, and perhaps why I brought such things with me.
The second question [2] that was asked was for me to visualize that on my hike I now come to a tree and at the base of this tree is a cup of some kind. It can be a mug, wine goblet or one of those things you drink out of. What does it look like? Describe in detail what it looks like, if it has designs on it, how you like it or feel about it. They I was to tell my friend what I do with the cup. Do I take it with me? Do I want it? Do I feel happy in having found it? Or do I put it back where I found it. I can do anything I want with it, even imagine a trash can and throw it away. Any thing. What do I do with it?
Third question [3] is as I hike on my trail in front of me somewhere is a bear. I have to keep hiking further. So I have to pass the bear. What does the bear look like? Is it big or small? Cute or scary? Nice or mean? Maybe it was asleep and not aware of you? Anything. Just describe the scenery and explain how you pass this bear.
Next scene [4] is I have passed the bear and am back on the trail and this trail leads me two a white house with a big tree in front of it. Describe the scenery in detail. House big is the tree? Does it cast a shadow? What does the house look like? House do you feel being there? Then I was told to open the door and walk inside the white house. All the rooms are empty and the walls are plane white. Describe the inside of the house. Are the rooms big or small? How do you feel inside the house? Are you relaxed? Happy? Or do you feel uncomfortable or even afraid? In one of the rooms I notice in the middle of the floor is a black box of some type. Describe it, what’s it look like? How do you feel about it? Go to the black box and open it. How do you feel about opening? What do you see inside the black box? Describe it, and then close it and continue hiking.
Next scene [5] is as I leave the white house I go back on the trail and in the distance I see a lake and walk to it. At the lake I will spend some time exploring it. Describe the scenery. What does the environment look like? Lots of trees? Is everything natural? Do I see trash somebody left behind? Is is a big lake or a small lake? Go up to the lake and look around. Is it clear? Is it deep or shallow? Is the water clean or dirty. Would you drink a little of it. If not why not? If you do take a taste of the lake’s water, what does it taste like and how do you feel about it? Is the lake alive and full of fish? Is it empty of thriving life?
Next scene [6] is, after I have explored the lake I am back on my trail hiking. After hiking some distance in front of me crossing the hiking trail is a stream of water of some type. It can be a creek or a stream, or a river. I have to cross it to the other side. But first describe the scenery. What does the river look like? Is the water fast moving or a slow tranquil flow. Is it deep or shallow? Is the rive wide or narrow. Now I have to go in and cross it. Explain how I do this. Is this river hard to cross or easy to cross. How do you feel? Are you calm or afraid. You do feel relaxed enough to enjoy the river or do you feel like you are in a rush to get to the other side.
End scene [7] is I have crossed the river and I now stand at the riverside looking in front of me. What do I see?
Answers & Interpretations:
[1]: The back pack is a person’s burden in life. The weight they feel on their shoulders. A heavy backpack would suggest that the person has a lot on his shoulders. A light backpack means the opposite. A backpack that is stuffed with unnecessary things that makes it heavy suggests that the person is type to clutter their own life with unnecessary things that actually contributes to their feel of burden. People who say they aren’t carrying a backpack suggest that either have have no burden in life, or that they are the type to just not even be effected. They are carefree in other words and travel light.
[2]: The Cup. The cup represent Love & Relationships. People who say they are happy or excited in finding the cup suggest they are the type looking for a relationship or someone to love them. If the cup is describe as being ornate, like made of gold and bejeweled or an expensive crystal goblet such people tend to see either their relationships or the girlfriend/boyfriend they are or will be with to be of value and worth and ”precious.” If the cup is something like a coffee mug or some other useful drinking cup, the person sees relationships or their girlfriend as something or someone they need. Not necessarily “useful” but need. People who take that cup with them on the hike desire a relationship. Those that leave it behind don’t want a girlfriend or boyfriend or relationship at that moment.
I teach all my girlfriends I know at least the cup part. I had a few girlfriend I taught this to and they tried it on the guy they were dating. They each came back angry or sad or confused because the guys they were dating said the cup they found was a cheap Styrofoam cup which they Used to drink out of because they were thirsty and then they threw it away. One of the guys said he used his cheap foam cup to drink out of then, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. I didn’t say anything to them and just allowed them to date their pigs. Their relationships didn’t last a year. Their guys couldn’t commit and were sleeping around. The one that stepped in his foam cup ended up cheating on my friend with another girl.
My cup was a coffee mug because I like coffee, and it has flower designs on it. I took it with me in my back pack to bring it home, because I thought it was a special find.
[3]: The bear is responsibility. If the bear is scary, it means you are afraid of responsibility. If it is small it means you may have very few responsibilities in life, or that you have no problems handling them. Many guys I did this too said they saw their bear, pulled out a gun in their backpack and shot the bear dead. A lot of the girls I did this too did what I did, we went off trail and walked far around the bear as fast as we could. Which means that we are the time to evade responsibilities or are afraid of it.
[4]: The white house symbolizes Death. It is house you see death and how you feel about it. The tree’s shadow draws out your feelings of the scenery. If the shadows makes the house creepy to you then you feel death to be shadowy and creepy. The interior of the house helps draw out more of your own unconscious thoughts and feelings about death. It might make you feel claustrophobic. The interior might be dark and you are afraid of the dark? Of the house can be spacious with large windows that illuminates the empty rooms. If you feel relaxed and comfortable, then you are the type to no be afraid of dying. The black box represents how you feel or what you deeply see to be on the other side of death. If there is an other side. What you see inside is an unconscious representation or symbol which correlates to how you feel or how you see what is on the other side.
I have actually met people who describe their black box as being an actual coffin without knowing the white house represents death. Some people I did this too are so afraid of the house and black box that they can’t get themselves to open it and look inside.
I describes my house as being a big two story house. The tree in from was a big ash tree, but not as big as the house. It has a tire swing on it. There was plenty of sunlight on the house. The inside was very big and roomy and the windows were also big and flooded the rooms with plenty of sunlight. I felt scared and uncomfortable about being in the house . I walked along the walls with one hand touching the walls at all times. But I felt very curious and wanted to have a look inside all the rooms and tried to imagine what the family who lived in the house was like and what they did in the rooms. My black box was a velvet hat box, with a deep royal red ribbon and bow on it. I was happy to see the black box because I like finding free things. So I opened it and saw a pastel pink hat with rims which I wanted to keep. My friend said I could do whatever I wished with anything. So I put that hat on happily and left the house. My friend said that my culture and Buddhism may explain why I saw this house in this way.
[5]: The Lake represents how a person sees and feels about Sex. Is the environment Natural? If so then such a person may feel sex to be natural. Is the area littered with junk or polluted? If so this person may feel sex to be dirty that might need to be cleaned up. The quality of the lake water? Is it clean or dirty? Again this is how the see the sex act or sexual behavour. Is it alive with fish and life or barren? If barren then this person may not enjoy having a lot of sex. Is the water clean enough to drink of. People who say their lake water is too polluted to drink from have a serious problem with the idea of sex. They may be the type to have sex, then feel very dirty or bad. Or it may even suggest sexual abuse in their history where such abuse causes them to resent or dislike sex and see it as being unclean.
My lake environment was a natural pine forest. There was no trash. The lake was deep, which means your appetite for sex may be deep, or are able to enjoy it deeply, or that you have a deep consideration towards sex. People with shallow lakes tend to see sex and just sex. You just screw a person to get off and whatever, or that they might not be naturally sexually active. Test this out on intellectuals and see what their lake looks like. My lake’s water was crystal clear and I drank it. It tasted natural and sweet. And there were lots of fish in it. Which prolly means I’m a slut.
[6]: The river you must cross represents your own personal Sexuality and your attitude or feelings of it. This is different from the lake which just represents sex. This river represents your own Sexuality. People who have a hard time cross their river because the water is deep or the current is rough have a hard time dealing with or accepting their sexuality. However they feel inside the river crossing it, they feel also about their own sexuality.
My river was a shallow creek that had a tranquil little flow to it. It was just high enough to cover my ankles and I wiggled my toes in it and stayed in it a while to enjoy the feel of soaking my feet, then I crossed it without effort. Which means that whatever I am sexual, I am very comfortable very comfortable with it. I am also able to take my time in it and enjoy it with no feelings of fear or whatever.
I like testing this one out with those teen boys I meet who are feminine but who swear they aren’t gay, and most of them will describe a wide river or a river that is deep and hard to cross. Which would suggest in their case that that have are having a hard time dealing with their sexuality because they may be confused. But not every person with a rough and tough river are fags.
My cousin and I were hanging out with one of her friends who is a normal, very attractive half Black have Mexican guy who has a girlfriend, and he was in the military and had just gotten out. So nothing about him suggested that he was confused about his sexuality, so I figured that it would be safe to play this game with him and not reveal anything embarrassing. My cousin who is his friend ended up taking over the game as the narrator, and at the end this friend of ours said that his river was very deep and the current was violent. Inside the river he was very afraid of drowning so he swam has fast and hard as he could to the other side. When my cousin heard this she looked at me knowing what it meant, and seeing if I would approve of her interpreting this to him. I interjected and said that the river wasn’t important and had no real meaning and to skip it.
Later this friend had asked my cousin in private what the river meant because he would really like to know why I said it wasn’t important. My cousin told him quietly that it meant he was having a hard time dealing with his sexuality. But that this made no sense because he had a girlfriend and was a typical macho guy. After that he told her a secret he had never told anyone and asked her not to say anything to anybody, and that he’d tell me himself since I knew something already. He came to me in private this one day and said: “About that river. I know what it means, she told me. I’m not gay. I love girls and I know I do. It’s just that something happened to me in the past that I’m still dealing with, and sometimes it hard. When I was little my older brother molested me. I’ve never told anyone this, besides a couple people. Please don’t tell anyone.”
[7]: The scenery you see on the other side of the river is how you see or feel your life to be in the years to come. It is your future. I saw more pine trees and my hiking trail kept going on. I had a friend here in California I did this to and he said he saw a metropolis with tall skyscrapers. I didn’t know what that meant. We both thought that might means his future would keep him real busy? But two years later he moved to New York city. He emailed me and said: “Guess where I am?! I got a new job. I’m in that metropolis I saw two years ago with you! New York baby! Wish me luck.”
Q11: Why are you even into the ONA?
A11: For a number of reasons. Because it closely resembles the way my close friends and I live and do things in life. We were in the process of making our WSA into something like the ONA anyways. We did have our own degree system. Each degree came with a set of tests of loyalty. As you get higher up our old system, the tests became more illegal in nature. You were forced to be loyal to us or the state and its laws. This is where our ABC’s originally came from. When we found the ONA and studied it, we saw that it was what we wanted our WSA to be. Then after studying DM’s other stuff we really liked it. So we went with the ONA.
One thing we like about the ONA is that many aspects of it is brutal and realistic. It makes no moralist interpretation of killing and being sinister. This is a realistic reflection of real life on the street in an inner city’s urban jungle. When you join a gang either by choice or insight roll, or whatever, you’ll know what I mean. There no moralism to the day to day activities you do to survive and protect and feed your own. If you gotta slang dope like a petty criminal on the corner to buy shows and help you single mom pay rent, then that’s what you gotta do. Don’t matter if it’s right or wrong. You do or you die.
Life in that lifestyle is sinister. There is no other word to aptly describe it. Do a research and profile of Mara Salvatrucha13 and check out how they handle their business in the culling department. They are nothing to the Zetas and Sinaloas down in Mexico. And even that ain’t shit compared to Pol Pot, Moa, Stalin, and friends. And even that aint’ shit compared to the horror that went down during world war two and the lives lost. We don’t just kill people nikka. We fuck em, mutilate them, eat them, skin them, gut them, and over kill them. It’s just human nature. We’ve been here 200,000 years and ain’t nothin changed about our nature. Just the environment and topography, and the tools of the trade. The more technologically advanced we get, the more we refine our science of killing and war. We’re right now dedicating and focusing our human genius and “potential” in developing cloaking technology and anti-matter. What the hell you think we’re gunna use that shit for? Charity?
ONA is just brutal honest and we don’t like, because we wish we were otherwise. ONA comes along and uses the words “amoral,” “culling,” “sinister,” and says that its in our nature to do and be that. It’s just that most of us are in denial. And people get asshurt over the truth. The truth hurts. We are amoral. Not ‘immoral,’ Amoral. We do kill. We are sinister. All natural life is. No plant or animal has morals to live by. Some plants kill like Venus Fly Traps. Every organism is “sinister” by nature. I know that is merely a human description superimposed onto natural acts. Don’t get so caught up in the words, get caught up in the natural acts. Call it what you want. I’ll used the word “nice” instead of “sinister” and the essence will still show. It’s nice when viruses kill a host. It’s real nice lionesses chase down a gnu and eat it alive. It’s nice when big trees in a jungle hog up the light to starve the little saplings. Nature is nice and friendly isn’t it. It’s friendly when Nature makes a tsumani and kills 15,000 people. It’s friendly when Nature makes a monsoon that drowns 100,000 people. ONA just tells it like it is, and keeps those options open. It says if you wanna be amoral, do it, if not whatever. If you wanna cull, do it, if not whatever. And that upsets mundanes because those mundanes wanna believe that they are otherwise.
Denial is a big business. It’s what makes the world’s major religions so popular. You look in the proverbial human mirror and see yourself as a sick amoral, murderous creature, and you don’t want that to be true. So you turn to your bible and korans and torahs and believe that you are special. You’re made in god’s image. You’re angelic. Jesus loves you. You just have a few issues under the rug. Let’s not look under that rug. Don’t pick it up and peek. The devil’s down there. That’s not human nature. That’s Satan. That’s ain’t us. That’s a demon. It cool to fuck a kid up the ass now. Just ask Jesus to forgive you and the Pope to protect you. It’s cool to blow people up now, because god said you. It’s not you’re human nature.
You don’t hear the talk that I hear. Why do you think there aren’t as many Buddhists as there are Muslims or Christians? You don’t hear what I hear. I asked my little grandma who is a Christian why she was not a Buddhist one day. She says Buddhism is nice, but the Buddha can’t help you. Buddhism has that thing called karma. You do something and you have to live with it. Nobody can help. In Christianity when you do something and make a “mistake” Jesus forgives you and you don’t get punished for it. Did you understand the essence of what she said? She basically said in Buddhism you are responsible for the results of your actions, whereas in Christianity, Jesus takes that responsibility away so you don’t get the consequences. You know where she gets that bullshit from? From piece of shit missionaries who go into these Buddhist countries and points out that little “flaw” of Buddhism.
Buddhism is the only “religion” where no god exists to forgive your ugly ass. No angels exist to save you from your own animal nature. Buddha is just a man who died thousands of years ago. He can’t wash keep the results of your actions from you. You know from the very beginning when you start Buddhism that you get out of life what you put in and ain’t nobody that can stop that causal reaction. And people don’t like that. It’s a dumb religion. What kind of religions doesn’t offer you at least a god that forgives and a way to bail out of your causal shit so you can’t get the consequences? People need a get Out Of Jail card. That’s big business.
But you got Christianity that says oh it’s okay to have sex with children. Jesus will forgive you. What consequences? It’s okay to kill all of those heathens, God said so. What human nature? Go ahead and make war with that infidel country and kill people. You still Allah special babies. You Jews can do whatever you want. You’re Yahweh’s chosen people. Go ahead and take Palestine, it’s your promise land. Take North America and kill those savage injuns. God still loves you. You’re still angels in Jehovah’s eyes.
Tell them the naked truth that they are amoral, murderous, and sinister, and show them a mirror so that can look at their grotesque human nature and they will hate you. You rudely woke them up from their fantasy! They don’t wanna be human. They run and hide behind every security blanket they have. They run and hide behind state law and tell you killing is illegal! I don’t kill. I’m law abiding. Then snap back into their denial. I don’t rape women and children, they say, my religion says me and the universe are moral. Their denial knows no limits. Their whole universe is even built from the fabric of heavenly decreed moral goodness.
I’m into the ONA because it is honest and reminds me that my options are open. I reserve the right to be amoral. That don’t mean I will live an excessively immoral existence. But I reserve the natural right to do so if I please. I reverse the right to kill. That don’t mean I’ll be a serial killer. But I’ll manipulate people to kill for me if it is necessary. I’ll kill to protect my future children. And you know you would too. My dads and moms and uncles would kill a person if they raped me or abused me. They have the natural right to kill when they need to. I reverse the right to be sinister: the right to be Human and accept myself for who and what I am, a human, with Human Nature. Anybody or religion or government that takes that right for me to be Human without a real good reason to do so is my enemy. An enemy to Human Nature.
I’m not in denial. I know what I am. I’m at least honest and true to myself. That doesn’t mean I am “evil” 24/7. Nature isn’t deadly and perilous everyday of the year. There is a beautiful side to nature. And there is a beautiful side to Human Nature. Which is another reason why I am into the ONA. Because there is a Numinous quality to life, mortal existence, and being human. And the ONA is open to that also and helps you come to understand that side of my nature too. It keeps all my options open for me and provided me with a method of experiencing and practicing those options and lets me be. And it reminds you that this is a causal world. And so your causal input with produce a causal consequence you will meet up with. And there is nothing you can do to stop that. No gods or dark gods will save you from your own ignorance. In fact the ONA says that you are free to be stupid and make your mistakes and eat your consequences because you grow and learn from it: Pathei-Mathos. It forces you gradually to be responsible and you gradually understand that there is no teacher in life, but you own actions, experiences, and their results. If forces you by your own realization that if you dislike an aspect of your nature or have come to understand that you have greater potential than to be a savage murderous monkey, then you must by your own efforts work to go beyond your own limits and basal nature. The ONA is brutal and honest, and it put you at the center of your own life to your own devices.
This is the reason why I personally don’t like the theory/doctrine of “Self-Deification” you find in mundane Satanism. Being your own “god” meaning your own boss in life is a sound concept in itself. But when you use Word like “Deity,” “Deification,” “God,” in that doctrine, where you now believe that your mundane satanism is about you evolving into your own deity or god, then you’re on a train ride to self-denial and self-deception. Because those words and the essence and cultural quality they have influences our minds and perception of reality and ourselves. So you can do an easy experiment to test the hypothesis that mundane satanists who believe in that self-deification theory will end up deceiving themselves or becoming out right delusional. Pick 5 normal mundane satanists, then make a list of acts of human nature that you know we humans have committed. But don’t tell them its human nature. Just state the act and give them two moral options to value such act. For example ask these mundane self-gods: if or when you become a god, do gods kill? Rape? Genocide? Do you believe such acts are good or bad. And pay attention to their answers. Then go ask a Christian the same questions. It’s like there is something wrong with being human. Nobody wants to be one. Not the Christians, not the Muslims, and not even the Satanists.
I also like the ONA because it reflects my own indigenous nature. It has a place for ideas like tribes, clans, family, culture, and tradition. These things might not be important to mundanes. But being human, in tune to my human nature, I feel that such things are important to me. I want to continue to live such ways of life. And I appreciate the ONA for having a place in its memeplex for such ways. You don’t get that with other systems. Mundane satanism makes it some sort of a religious crime called conformity if you even stand next to another person and like them. Secularism has no place in its system for family. The state doesn’t want you to have family and culture. Because they want you to be dependent on them. Religion doesn’t want you to have a tribe and your own cultures. It’s their culture or nothing.
The other aspect about the ONA which keeps me a faithful customer is that the words, vocabulary, lexicon, and ideas the ONA has and makes to me are very useful. They help me better understand myself and the world I exist in. But better than that they allow me to actually express in words, what wordless stuff I have inside. And best of all because there are other ONA people, I thus have others who understand what I am saying and who can give me feedback or add to my understandings of things. In other words, the ONA becomes a way or method of trading and sharing or circulating ideas/meme.
But the best part of all is that the ONA is customizable, and “add-onable.” The ONA has all these lego pieces called causal forms you can customize. Sometimes I don’t feel like a Satanist, so I’ll take that form off. Some days I like Reichsfolk, so I’ll add that on. Other days I’ll feel like doing Drecc things, so I’ll add that on. Add-onable meaning that you can take the ONA and evolve it into how you want it or need it. You can make new forms to add-on. You can write new manuscripts, teachings, make new rites, rituals, etc. And as long as you keep to the core principles, you are still ONA. In this way, there can be now schism in the ONA. Because all you are working with is the outer expression of causal forms. It does not matter how you take the core principles of the scientific method to make whatever new scientific fields with to add-on to science. It is still science. Science doesn’t schism. You can call Cosmology and Zoology schisms of science because they fucked up the causal form of science so bad they look nothing alike. You can call physics and quantum-physics schisms of ideology of science because they teach different sets of laws and “world-models.” It’s all science. The core essence of science hasn’t changed in any of those causal forms/fields: speculation, experimentation, and illumination.
The way that the institution of science has set itself up makes it so that it is immensely creative, dynamic, living, and evolutionary. But it doesn’t crack apart like religion does into rival sects. Scientists argue and debate each others view points and theories, but that is an aspect of science. You have to experiment with and prove these ideas and test them. Then science has this unofficial thing call the peer review process where theories and insights are passed around elders of the scientific community to be looked at. Not every idea or theory will pass. So this institution as a living organism has itself a way of insuring that as it evolves, it does not evolve into an irrational direction. It’s the greatest institution and jewels of – one of so few – of the human species. I’d rather have the ONA follow the example of science as an organism, then the example of a Western occult cult. But, I’m a rationalist, so that’s just my personal wish.
But the ONA is like science. There is an essence to the ONA that can be expressed into different forms and fields of discipline. Even if two forms look radically different, they are still ONA. For example the Traditional Satanism and the Buddhist-Drecc [Dreccvada?] thing WSA uses are both ONA. This is the main reason why I am a loyal ONA customer. Because I personally love science, and I love the way that the institution of science is based on a very rational and simple core, which evolves over time into all of these cool fields and disciplines. And I see the ONA with many of the same features that science has. Anton Long even built Natural Philosophy and the apprehension of Physis into the ONA.
Well, I guess 11 Questions and 45 pages is good enough. That’s a minor thing I notice in the ONA. It started with AL and the culture spread out to many ONA people to come after him. Its the culture of doing these question and answer formats to share insights on specific question. It’s another thing I appreciate about ONA. It’s not “perfect.” Nothing is. But it admits it is not perfect and is fallible. Unlike other institutions it opens itself to be corrected and evolved and advanced. This characteristic alone gives the ONA a better chance to survive and thrive. It’s good that it is not perfect and can always be better. That way we each can come and add our own things to ONA to make it better gradually. As long as ONA keeps this vital culture of “self-becoming” via its cells [us] it has no competition in the Satanic subculture. Our two nearest competitors are stagnant, dying, and sinking int the pit of irrelevancy. After 40 years and the ONA is the standard bearer and sets the bar.
People hate us. They fight to be some leader of ONA. They pretend to be ONA. They talk about ONA. They use our ideas/memes. They set out to challenge ONA. They are inspired by ONA. They are influenced by ONA. And revealingly they don’t fight among themselves to be leader of any of those other groups. They don’t run around pretending to be any of those other groups. Whatever we are doing: keep doing it. The attention and drama comes with the territory. Trust me. On campus or any social setting, the popular ones are the ones the others talk about, gossip about, hate, want to be, pretend to be, wear what they wear, etc. Same thing with celebrities and popular politicians. The more popular you are, the more you have the social/human means to inspire and influence. But that popularity draws attention, and with attention comes the drama. It comes with the territory. A girl in school who has no drama knows she is nobody worth having drama over. All that drama and attention is a good thing. Revel in it. Because when it dies out, then you’ll know nobody gives a shit about us. That’s when you know we failed as a company. Failure means bankruptcy. Many Satanic and occult organizations have come before the ONA. Many have died out of existence from such bankruptcy.
ONA has been around 40 years. With just a few dedicated Initiates to do what AL did, it can go for another 40. I’d like to see what ONA looks and feels like 40 years from now. I know I’ll be one of those dedicated people to follow in the footsteps of AL and carry that torch into my future. All it takes is one. 40 years ago there was just AL, now there is all of us. Today there is just us. Through us, tomorrow there will be many more. If our aim is to manifest a new way of human living, a new human type, and a new kind of civilization, then this work happened one person at a time, across Time, aeonically, through each of us as living nexions between a past and a future.
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