A GUIDE FOR THE NEOPHYTE

 

A Guide For The Neophyte

The Traditional Form of the ONA is divided into 7 Grades or Levels or Degrees. Each Grade has its own set of tasks, secret tasks, trials, ordeals, etc. Each Grade is fixed to an approximate amount of time. For example a task of the Second Grade requires the Initiate to undertake a six month to year long Insight Role. It takes one to two years to complete the First Grade of the Seven Fold Way. “Anton Long” is 60 years old, and he is only at the Sixth Grade, which is Grandmaster or Grandmistress. Therefore, there is no such thing in the ONA proper as a 20 year old Adept. There is also nobody Alive or Living in a mortal body that can claim to have the Seventh Grade of the 7FW of Immortal. Certain groups of people who are referred to as “Old Guards” or “OG,” are at least at Grade 3 of the 7F Sinister Way who have some sort of connexion to Anton Long.

I personally like the very first task a beginner or Neophyte of the First Grade must do, as the ONA MS “A Complete Guide To The Seven-Fold Sinister Way” quickly states: “The first task of a neophyte [the word means "a beginner; a new convert"] is to obtain copies of the various Order MSS which will be needed. These include: (1) Naos – A Guide to Becoming an Adept; and (2) The Grimoire of Baphomet, Dark Goddess.”

I like the First Task because it’s funny to me. You see in the 80′s and 90′s when the Neophyte was instructed to “obtain copies of ONA MSS” that meant a handful of documents such as the Black Book of Satan, and Naos. The funny thing is “Anton Long” is a compulsive writer. He does not stop writing. So each decade that passes by adds a new pile of ONA MSS to be read. In such a way that NOW – as of 122 YF – when the task says “obtain copies of ONA MSS” you’re talking about 5000-6000 pages worth of JUST Anton Long’s stuff. It took me 2 whole years to find and read everything. I know it also took RA of The Temple of THEM 2 years also. So there is no way in hell that anyone can complete even the first Grade of the 7FW in a month or two, unless you’re a speed reader. That’s not counting the other aspects of the Neophyte Grade.

Today the term “ONA MSS” does not exclusively mean just AL’s stuff. It means ALL Manuscripts associated with the Order of Nine Angles, which would include the various writings of the various ONA Nexions, I.E.: THEM, SPTO, L316, WSA352, T88, etc. To better understand something, you need to be able to see it from different angles, and that’s what these nexions do. They show you their unique and different ways they see and understand the ONA. Like Attracts Like as they say. Unfortunate for the Neophyte, because Nexions like THEM and WSA352 take after Anton Long and don’t stop writing. The Temple of THEM over the decade or so of their existence has amassed over 2000~3000 pages of stuff. WSA352 in three years has amassed over ~1000 pages of stuff. Looks like L316 takes after AL and Company also. THEM and 352 both have made a commitment to bury the ONA under a thick and complex blanket of ONA MSS. Personally, I want ONA to beat the 25,000 pages of the Tipitaka. I’ll do it myself if I have to, but fortunately THEM will help me.

So because of the “evolutionary” or – Progressive – nature of the ONA growing and adding to itself, in the very same way Science grows and adds to itself, the modern aspiring Neophyte has a shit load of ONA MSS to read through. It may sound like a weird contradiction for a group like ONA who makes such a big butt deal out of Action and Cultivation of Deeds to the stupid and ignorant, but this can be easily explained. It’s called: Orientation.

Before you know where to hike to, you first need to study the map. Before you know what direction to move into, you should try to figure out your relative position to that direction to make the necessary changes. Before you can drive to your end destination, you first need to at least look at a map. Before any war is fought, there are months and months of study, planning, intelligence gathering, and getting to know the terrain. Before you can fight people on the streets, you first need to study your Muay Thai. We all go through some kind of Orientation, Briefing, or Run Down when we become associated with some type of coherent group: corporation, CIA, Peace Corp, military, politics, family, whatever; where the customs and observances of such group are explained.

I’ll give an example of an incident of Orientation in my own family. Six years ago or so, my favorite uncle who is the very religious one, asked my grandmother [his mother] for a divorce with his wife. My grandmother asked him why he wanted a divorce, because divorces ruins our family reputation, and the reputation of the elders who paired the two together. My uncle said that he wanted to divorce his wife on account that 1) She was caught cheating on him, & 2) She is medically infertile and can’t give him children to pass his bloodline and family name down. That was all that was needed. The elders called his wife an infertile slut and a month later my uncle was living with my grandmother, since he gave his ex-wife the house as compensation of some type. She was happy. I never liked her anyways. After a month of his divorce my uncle disappeared into the “jungles” of Cambodia for a whole year and some month.

I thought he was on some sort of religious pilgrimage or something, but my aunt-mom told me that this uncle left to go find a better wife, one that can give him a baby. He was flying back and fourth, during which time he bought a new and bigger house to prepare for his future wife and children. While he was away I baby sat the new house and we furnished it. I don’t know how this international thing works, but it was two years I think before his new wife was allowed into America.

My 80 year old grandmother had flown over seas to meet up with the family of my uncle’s future wife. This uncle by the way is 53. She came back and all of us cousins and aunts were very excited and curious about this other family and what the new auntie looks like so we bombed her with many questions. Grandma looked irritated and told us to not talk about it. She said the wife looks normal, they like each other, and the family is rich and many of their family members are in high positions. After then she told us to drop the subject. We all knew something wasn’t right because she didn’t look personally satisfied with the wife.

Anyways my uncle finally came back with his wife, and for a month or two he tried not to tell anyone he was back or call us to visit him to check out his new wife. Our oldest aunt [his oldest sister] got very upset and disrespected because he had not called her and the rest of the family to see this new wife. It’s not right to bring someone into the family and not introduce the family to the person. My uncle said in private that he was sorry, but he was nervous about introducing his new wife to her [the oldest aunt] because he was afraid that she and his other sibling would not approve of her and make him divorce her or something. The oldest aunt told him that they were siblings and so whatever makes him happy makes her happy. She asked why he would think she would not approve. He said: “Just meet her, you’ll see.”

So he finally invited us to his new house to have dinner with his new fresh of the boat wife. On the way there my grandmother had said to all of us cousins and her children: “I’m old. I’m going to die soon. Give me some peace please. Don’t say anything to her or start trouble. As long as they are happy together. He wanted to marry her. I didn’t pick her.” That’s when we knew something was really not right. All of us cousins started to gossip text each other. One of my cousins next to me who was still in high school gossip texted me: “I bet you he married a peasant girl!” My uncle was clever though, because he told his siblings and grandma that she was already pregnant. Which meant that even if we didn’t like her, because she had uncle’s baby, she was technically family.

My whole family was all speechless when we sat in his new house with the uncle’s new wife. She was straight up ghetto peasant stock ethnic Cambodian. We’re Ethnic Thai-Chinese. We have light skin. Our Chinese grandfathers and great grandfathers came from a genetic stock where they were built huge and tall. Some of them were 6 feet tall. They also all have tall sharp narrow noses, they also have big eyes, and brown hair. In pictures and in real life, they look like they were mixed with Caucasian, and the ones passed in their pictures, look Causasian. So all of us came out with those genes and phenotype. Our new auntie – her family nickname is auntie Ma – looked the total opposite of us. Her skin was at least 6 shades darker. Her body frame was large, not fat but big, whereas all of us girls in my family have small petite well formed frames. Her language was foul, the way she said her words and the words she used was low class, and she had zero culture or manners. Everytime she talked she yelled, like we were all in a different room away from her, even though we were on the same sofa with her.

Her lack of manners and culture showed as soon as she we walked in the door. In my family’s culture and almost all people I know in our culture when we meet an elder or even someone of the same age for the first time clasp our hand and say a formal greeting to each person. This one just yelled out as we walked in: “Hey! Come on in!” And by the time we met her, she had already known most of the aunts and uncles names. So as she was yelling in her barbaric language she used people names and she used personal pronouns which are two thing nobody I have ever met form our culture and ways do. You do not use people names or pronouns. It’s disrespectful.

Now my uncle had spent most of his money on the divorce, new house, and new marriage wedding, so he had no extra money left to furnish his house. Our family told him not to worry because we’ll buy the furnishing and decorate his house for him. Which we did. I personally picked out a lot of stuff, and I spent my own money stocking each bedroom with at least on laptop so and desk so the new auntie can go on youtube.

The very first thing this new auntie said to us directed at nobody specifically was: “Who picked out all the furniture and decorated the house?! I don’t like the colors! And I don’t want laptops, I want a big desktop computer with big screens! I can’t see anything with those things.” I was personally shocked in an offended way. My aunts and uncles used their own money to furnish “her” house, and I used my own money to buy those laptops. I thought laptops would be best so she can bring it into the kitchen with her. I didn’t say anything though, since she was older than me and since she was my uncle’s wife, and also since I actually have things like culture, manners, and consideration.

Later via our international gossip network [CIA: Cambodian Intelligence Agency] the aunts and other uncles had learned that her family isn’t a real rich family. They were fake rich. We found this out from one of our in law uncles who is a man of proper culture and family. This uncle had asked auntie Ma for her pedigree, Breed, and relations. He asked her to give him family names and city and province their blood and breed comes from. So auntie Ma names the province and town her grandparents came from, and said that her family was a hard working family that did not work on farms. Back at grandma’s house this in law uncle told us he knew exactly the blood and breed her people come from. He said that the people of the town she named is a stock of beggars. They are known to not work and to just beg for money. The elders over seas confirmed this uncle’s assessment, and said that the people of that town were descendents of a breed of beggars who sided with the Communist during the revolution. From our international gossip network we learned later that after the revolution auntie Ma’s parents just found a big abandoned house of a noble family murdered and pirated it, which was how they became “rich.” This was common after the revolution actually. The elders over seas had proof of this because they said they once knew the family who once built and lived in that house were of noble birth distantly related to them who were killed during the revolution or permanently missing.

For the first year we all tried to just get used to her, for the uncle’s sake. The aunts and uncles just wanted this uncle to be happy. Auntie Ma had given birth to our youngest cousin who, thank the gods, came out looking Japanese like her father. This uncle looks pure Japanese, even though we have no Japanese blood in us we are aware of. Our little cousins, thank god, also came out influenced by her dad. She had proper culture and manners, and knew how to greet us right even before she could walk, by clasping her little hands together.

But Auntie Ma was on everyone’s nerves and the highest authority in our side of the family [grandma] did not want to say anything about her or to her. You can tell when she comes over to grandma’s house that there is friction between all of the aunts and her, and all of us girl cousins and her. We ignore her, and the aunts will say something smart at her in a smart ass way when they talk to her. The problem we all had with Auntie Ma was that she used a barbaric species of Khmer that we do not use; she habitually talks about everyone in our own family behind their backs to us [!] which we do not to; she uses people’s names and pronouns, and she has no sense of paying proper respect to people older than her.

One of the aunts had an idea to fix Auntie Ma. They would introduce her and have Auntie Ma hang out with somebody in the larger family who had more authority than my grandma. This person we cousins call “Little Grandma.” Little Grandma is only in her early 50′s and her children are our age, so she’s not a grandma in the English sense. We call her grandma because she is the daughter of our late Great Grandfather.

In our family or culture we have some person we call a “Takol” which means Pillar, whom we link ourselves to by name or associate ourselves with. This person in English terms is similar to what we might refer to as a “Pillar of the Community.” He is someone who is very highly respected by said community, someone with a certain amount of influence and authority. In our culture, we can tell who you are, and how you are, what breed you are by your Takol you are related to. In the social setting of a clan, this Takol person is like the “central authority,” or clan chief of all the families directly related to him. My late Great Grandfather was our Takol, and being so, his eldest daughter has a sort of authority in context to the actual “clan” than my grandmother. My grandmother is only the boss of those of us who came out of her. Little Grandma is the Boss of the bosses.

Little Grandma is very, very proper. There is a saying for her type of person where it is said she “does not break a Pali.” Pali is the name of the language the Buddha is said to have spoken, but the word also means “Line, Thread, Seam, or Crease.” The imagery behind this is that written Sanskrit literally looks like a String or Line or Thread of letters and words. In contemporary English we even use this same imagery with certain aspects of our language and words, where we call the responses of a forum a “Thread.” That Thread in a forum has a certain thematic subject, and when we go off tangent to that subject we say we have “derailed the thread.” To break a Pali means when your pants or clothing is ironed and properly pressed you mess up the crease and lines by wrinkling it. Or in English we can say that such a person “does not fall out of character.” Little Grandma had her seams pressed Traditionally with her father beating the life out of her if she broke her Cultural Pali and upbringing. Interestingly she – like her late father – is a devout Christian.

So my aunts called Auntie Ma to go shopping with them and Little Grandma one day. I didn’t go with them, since it was a “peer group” thing. I can imagine how it went, because I was at Little Grandma’s house when Great Grandpa was still alive helping out in his back yard feeding the fish in the Koy pond, and I brought up my new baby cousin Auntie Ma gave to my oldest uncle finally. I told Little Grandma that for many years he seemed sad and depressed, and now he has completely changed as a person. Little Grandma nodded her head in agreement then looks around to make sure we were alone, and whispers very quietly in my ear so Great Grandpa can’t hear and says to me: “Forgive me, I don’t mean to talk about others behind their backs, but his wife is ‘not like us’ would you agree? I don’t mean to offend you, if you like her. She is your aunt. I’m sorry.” I looked around to make sure Great Grandpa was not around and whispered back in her ear: “One of the uncles and some elders over seas said that her family pirated the house they live in from a dead family related to them, and that their ancestors comes from that city of beggar breed.” Her eyes goes wide and she gasps clutching her chest. But she quickly catches herself slip and says to me: “Let’s talk about the fish grand daughter. I love your uncle, he is very happy, that’s all that should matter right, shh.”

Little Grandma is a very patient lady and is very soft spoken. She is talkative and like to laugh a lot, but is never loud or unbecoming. She also tries to see the positive side of situations and events and people. Even when her father was dying in the hospital she was trying to be positive. So I didn’t hear her ever mention Auntie Ma. But my aunts kept bringing Auntie Ma to her house and to hang out with her. It was a few months after Little Grandma had been hanging out with Auntie Ma that Auntie Ma was given her Orientation by Little Grandma. I was there to watch because we were on our way to go shopping as a group way out in Palmsprings.

We were in the SUV when Auntie Ma in her loud and barbaric voice and language was commencing to talk about one of my own aunts behind her back to me and this aunt’s own sisters in the SUV with us. My Little Mom was in the car with us got very offended and said in an irritated way: “Stop talking about me sister. I don’t even talk about my sister behind her back about her private business!”

That’s when Little Grandma pulled rank finally and said to Auntie Ma in a very angry voice: “I’ve had enough of you Ma. If you want to be fully accepted into MY Family as one of us, you are going to have to change as a person, because how you are now, is unacceptable! No one in my family uses the language you do, speaks in the tone of voice like you, or talks behind the backs of relatives. We all pay our proper respects to our elders, even if they are a year older than us. You have none of these things. I thank you for marrying my cousin and making him happy and giving our family a new child. But if you do not behave like us in a cultured way as we do things in My Family, I and those blood related to me will never accept you. You will always be an outsider to us.” Then for the rest of the drive Auntie Ma got a very long lecture of things like culture, manners, and stuff. I had never heard anybody get their Orientation before. The shopping was awkward after that. I notice my little mom and aunts had smirks on there faces.

You’re empathically retarded if you need such things explained and described to you. No in laws I have ever met, no matter what strata of society they came from ever had to be given an Orientation or lecture on how to be cultured, respectful, honorable, and mannered. They either came with it or if what they had was different from our way they naturally felt things silently and adapted to how we do things to fit right in. But Anutie Ma needed a person to lay the shit out for her. She needed to be told how to have manners, how to act and behave and carry herself in a descent and respectable manner because everything she now does and says bounces back on our family and our reputation. She needed to be told how to talk to and honour my grandmother, her husband, and anyone older than her. Auntie Ma excused herself to Little Grandma by saying that her parents were poor and could not afford a rich person’s education or upbringing and that she honestly did not know that different people did things differently. She said – in a smartass way – that she thought we were all human with the same body parts, who eat and defecate like each other, so she assumed all people lived life the same way.

Auntie Ma has a very big heart and is very friendly, I love her to death. In a dialect of English the way she carries herself is said: “She keeps it real.” But after that Orientation she knew what was what, and fixed herself. She actually learned to say “Ja,” [yes for girls] with those older than her and clasp her hands when greeting people. Auntie Ma today isn’t completely “house broken,” but she fits in. And now like us, when she has the urge to talk about other people, she looks around and whispers in our ears, but she doesn’t talk about related family anymore. When I act proper with her she affectionately slaps my arm and says she doesn’t understand why I have to act that way with her, then she yells out in a barbaric manner to stress her point for me to eat something. I don’t think she understands that after being conditioned to behave a certain way from birth, how we act is no longer an act. It’s like a person who has been in the military for a very long time were to one day salute an officer he meets out and about and acts a certain proper or formal way with this officer. The officer then asks the properly trained private or soldier why he should be so inclined to act in such a formal manner. It’s Culture and years of psychological conditioning.

But in no ways is Auntie Ma stupid. People who tend to “keep it real” – form my encounters – tent to be more aware and intelligent about life and how the outside world works. As an amateur anthropologist “studying” my aunts in their natural environment and culture, I would say that their culture [mine too] and sheltered way of life, makes them very, very ignorant about life and the outside world. I have had many moments where it was just me and Auntie Ma talking sans cultural upbringing, and she proves herself to be a very intelligent person. In English we would say that she is very “street smart.” Especially when you consider how she came from a people who had lived thru a genocidal regime from beginning to end and not only survived, but acquired some substance to their name. She has uncles who are currently army generals. Most peasants remain poor. And if it weren’t for help from our relatives in Thailand and America pulling strings, none in my family would have survived.

One of Auntie Ma’s major flaws is she lacks something me and my family has which in Khmer is called “Klaj Jed.” Klaj Jed is a species or type of Empathy. Klaj means to Fear, Be Afraid Of. Jed is a Khmer form of of the Sanskrit Citt [chitta] meaning your Heart-Mind, Seat of Emotion, your Feeling, and so on. It is something you learn or acquire and so when you have it they say you ‘Jes Klaj Jed.’ And when you lack it they say you ‘Min Jes Klaj Jed.’ Jes comes from the Sanskrit Jesa which means to Get, Gain, Acquire, Recieve. In Khmer Jes means to Know, to Get, Acquire, and Learn Something. Because with knowledge we gain it by acquiring it. Min Jes means to Not Know.

To explain this type of Empathy, let’s say you had a best friend. You are a conservative republican and your best friend whom you really like is a liberal socialist. To preserve the Harmony of the friendship which you honestly value, Honour and cherish you must learn to Fear your friend’s Feelings and Inner Being: his Jed. In such a way that even if you dislike liberal socialism and have unkind opinions about it, you refrain from saying something or creating a situation where your unkind opinions disrupts your friendship. You Fear your friends Feelings and Inner Orientation not only out of Honour and respect, but more so to actually preserve the Harmony, Coherency, Bond, of that relationship. Is a friendship or relationship worth losing over a petty opinion? Not if you truly cherish and honour it.

In English perhaps the closest word/meme which covers most of the same sematic field as Klaj Jed does, might be the word and concept of “Consideration,” when we say: “Be Conciderate of others.” But this don’t mean the exact same thing. With Consideration you just respect another person in some way. There is no real defined end goal or Vipaka as Buddhism puts it: Causal Fruit. Klaj Jed has a defined end purpose or fruit to actualize: The Harmony or relationship between two people or a group of people, in order to preserve the Bond, Cohesion, Order, Coherency. So the old English admonishment goes: “Let not contention exist between a society of friends.” In other words, I might have opinions about certain things particular to you my brother, sister, or friend, but my relationship with you is far more important to me than my petty opinions. We say that opinions are like assholes, we all have one and they all stink. Which is to say that opinions are in essence: worthless. But yet we like to wave our opinions around like a big dick in the sky as if they were heaven sent. To such an extent that sometimes we ruin family and friendships.

Klaj Jed doesn’t fully mean to just be considerate. It means to adapt your self and way of doing things, or living, to the other person’s Flow to preserve that Harmony and Relationship. It is said that a good wife knows how to Klaj Jed her husband and husband’s parents, and that a good husband knows how to Klaj Jed his wife and wife’s parents. For instance my grandmother when I was growing up, along with my aunt-mom would constantly remind me to Klaj Jed my uncle-father; since I was raised by him and my aunt-mom most of my life. Especially when I get angry with him and get into arguments during my early teen years. My grandma and aunt-mom would remind me to please learn to Klaj Jed my uncle-dad, because even though he is not my real dad or even a step dad, he does devote his time and money and emotions into me and loves me like his own natural daughter.

And so I learn to Klaj his Jed. To Fear his Feelings. You can’t Fear or respect a person’s feelings or chitta or inner being if you can’t feel those things in the other person in the first place. So it requires empathy and inner reflection. A real example would be when I was growing up my uncle-dad, whom I call Big Dad [he's older than my step dad or bio-dad], gets irritated when I stayed up late and watch TV. When you learn to Fear/respect his Feelings you sense his irritation, and in feeling that irritation you reflect inside that you should turn off the TV so he doesn’t have to tell you to turn it off and go to bed. This way it prevents a fight or argument and preserves the relationship. As Sun Tzu says: The best fight is the fight not fought.

In context to the ONA I also learn how to Klaj Jed others in the ONA, as a way to preserve things. For example I am not White, but there are ONA people who like and use German National Socialism who do not like minorities like me. Yes I do have my personal petty opinion about this. Nobody wants to be hated, especially over something I have no control over such as my skin color. I didn’t asked to be born Asian. Actually I didn’t ask to be born at all. If I had a real choice to determine what I could be, I’d be half Russian and half Japanese. I love Japanese culture, and I really like how many Russian girls I have met and seen in pictures look pretty even without makeup. Especially Ukranian girls. I figure to mix the Japanese blood in so that way if I were half Russian I won’t grow up to be a fat babushka lol. But anyways, my relationship, friendship, Sinister Solidarity, link, bond, connexion with these people and the ONA at large means more to me than my petty opinions. Therefore I chose not to share or blurt out my petty opinions. We all have opinions about things. And so I adapt and adjust myself to try to keep the harmony of our ONA Flow by never saying or writing anything negative about Naziism or even White Supremecy. I go so far as to support it, and to uphold Reichsfolk National-Socialism and to defend the ONA’s choice to use and incorporate any kind of racialism and National-Socialism.

I do this Klaj Jed thing with “AL” too. I try read all of his writings to get a feel for what direction he is going in. Then I try to feel his thoughts and feelings, by also reading his other writings under a different name. This way I know not to get in his way and to move in the same general direction he is. Do I have opinions about some things about some aspect of the ONA? Yes I do, but we all have opinions. It actually doesn’t make me a big girl if I stated my opinions and pointed a contentious finger at AL for some reason. Tearing apart and destroying things is very easy and does not require intelligence. Give a hammer to a chimp and it will pound things with it. Give Christianity to a fool and he will pound others with it. It is Building, Forging, Manifesting, something that works and benefits yourself and others that is hard and requires a certain amount of intelligence. Give a hammer and chisel to an architect an he will in time turn a mountain into a cathedral. Give Christianity to a genuinely spiritual person and he will Build with it, find his own inner divinity with it, and find the same in others.

When we are Insensative – according to the Heart/chitta – of others, their feelings, their inner orientation, we get in the way, we disrupt their flow with petty issues, and our actions becomes what in Buddhism is called Kamma Akosala which means Unconstructive Labour, or Unskillful Building. You give a perfectly drawn out blue print of a structure, a team of experience workers, to a fool and have him be the master mind and architect, and the structure will come out lopsided and fucked up. The end result or causal fruit or in putting foolish Insensative words, opinions, actions manifest a destructive or negative end result. Give the ONA to a fool or pretentious know it all and he will pick out every minor detail about it he does not like. Give that same ONA to AL or me or any dedicated Niner and that ONA will be used to Build, Create, Manifest things with: a new culture, a new way of life, music, art, literature, etc.

Doesn’t matter if you are super intelligent. Auntie Ma is very intelligent. But if the idea is to preserve family Tradition and Culture, then on a causal level of in put and out put, how Auntie Ma acts and behaves is kamma akosala. It is in the end – aeonically – destructive. She has to learn how to Klaj Jed. To be sensitive and considerate of other people’s Inner Orientations. To be able to feel where my family desires to Flow, why we value culture and family Solidarity, and to move with that Flow in harmony.

And as a Novice of the ONA, like Auntie Ma you have to know when to be barbaric and foolish, and when to Empath the direction and flow of the ONA, to “fear” or respect the Inner Orientation, feelings, thoughts, chitta of others in the ONA. I know you will have your opinions about many matters you will come across. But if you actually want to be Accepted as a part of this family by those already in this family, then sometimes your petty and worthless opinions are best kept private to preserve the flow and go of the ONA. It might sound bad when I call our opinions petty and worthless. But what does it mean when we say: everybody has an opinion, and opinions are like assholes, it’s looking to get butt hurt by dicks. I, like most people, have an orifice at the end of my digestive tract, but I wash it and keep it private. It takes a lot to talk me into showing it. But you’ll see some real ass whores in these forums join a forum and expose their assy opinion in a thread full of “Assassins” who every body knows are dicks, and these ass clowns get butthurt. Don’t be showing your ass to dicks if you don’t want them poking at it!

The only time an opinion is worth something is when that opinion was made from something you can show and prove. Remember in grade school when we did show and tell? We actually had real things to show and tell with? It’s the same concept. When something like America says that democracy works, we might have contentions with that or the opinion may be debatable but Amerca has had over 200 years of praxis to show and tell. When Russia makes the opinion that Communism works, we know for sure that opinion or statement or whatever is terribly full of shit, because the end results of their experimentation with Communism shows and tells something different. You can’t show and prove an opinion by using some other person’s opinions who has nothing to show and prove but other people’s opinions. I say black holes exist because my professors is of the opinion that they exist, and anybody who disagrees is uneducated. My professor says black holes are real because Steven Hawking is of the opinion that they exist. Hawking says they are real, because he really, really likes black hole and has some sort of weird other worldly 30 year fixation on them. It’s a cycle of empty opinions without anything concrete to show and tell. And we let these opinions destroy our relationships.

I can’t help but feel as though a lot of Westerners that I have met for some reason value their useless opinions over communal, familial functionality. Over friendship, marriage, parent-child relationships, etc. Where they in one breath say: “Opinions are like assholes,” and in another breath blurt those same opinions and destroy their friendships, marriage, parent-child relationships, families, and communities. Like this conservative versus liberal thing in politics. Tea bagger redneck party versus the fucking ignorant librarian libertarian minority lovers. Their heated opinions go back and forth, and they each hold onto their opinions as if it were a matter of life and death. Then the end result is that we have a government that barely functions. But when it comes to giving themselves a raise, then shit, that bipartisan opinionating is worthless. Let’s put our differences aside, you hear them say, you redneck tea baggers aren’t so bad after all, we’re sorry we called Bristol Palin a slutty teenage whore of a mother. $170,000 a year for doing jack shit isn’t enough to live off of! Surely we can all agree on that?

In my own very big family opinions are also believed to be petty, but we really mean it. Therefore most of us keep our opinions to ourselves. I have never ever heard anybody related to me of the aunts and uncle peer group up say that Little Grandma and her side of the family suck because they are Christian. I’ve neverd hear the topic brought up. I’ve never hear anybody on Little Grandma’s side of the family say the Buddhist side is going to hell. They don’t even try to convert us or ask us to go to church. No one brings it up. In fact if you try to bring it up, one of the elders will tell you to shut up. But the reason why you are told to shut up is because such lack of Klaj Jed – of respect for the sake of solidarity – destroys a family. When I say family here I actually mean a “clan,” which includes your great grand parents, their siblings, their children, your grandmother’s cousins, your aunts second cousins, your fourth cousins or whatever they are called in English. All that in our culture is one Family. There is a reason why this family is held together: because you become prey to others without a family. Your family helps you out. And so the reasoning ultimately is a personal one. Personal in different ways to each generation. As an elderly family member you want to maintain that family cohesion because they will be the ones who will take care of you. As a middle ager in the family, your cousins and peers are your support and business partners. It’s from working with your cousins and peers that you have money to pay for your houses, cars, and things. As a cousin in the family, you want to preserve that family because your elders and family is your bank where you get your loans, your employer who gives you easy jobs, etc. If you value such kick backs – benefits – then there is a reason to shut the hell up when it comes to petty differences and disrespecting family members with our petty opinions.

There this saying a Great Grandpa said once I like a lot. The context it arose was when a older cousin of mine was sharing his opinions about family traditions and how this older cousin believes that it’s not right for us to disregard our own people’s religion for a “White People’s religion,” meaning Christianity. My grandma gets very upset and irritated and tells my older cousin to stop his talk and go away. One of the very old grandpas – who is my last Great Grandpa – named Great Grandpa Savudt [89 years old] was there. The great grandpa got very upset at my older cousins and he said: “You just came out of my testicles yesterday! I made this family with your grandpas. I held it together longer before your own mother was alive! Don’t tell me how to run a family. Go make your own family as big as mine, then you might have some business telling me how to do things. This is my family. I’m not dead yet. You trip over yourself walking backwards, understand?”

My older cousin said he was sorry and asked what the saying meant. Those older than you came before you, so they are “behind” you. You metaphorically have to look backwards to argue with your elders or with those people who have more experience with something then you. When you argue with someone older than you, or with someone with more experience – real physical experience and learning from trial and error – than you, you walk backwards and trip over your own stupidity, ignorance, and lack of experience.

I get a kick out of reading these thread in certain networks and forums I regularly read. Often you’ll see these new registrants try to “prove their shit,” by starting their interactions immediate with jumping into any debate or argument with people who are veterans at debate and who – so I have seen – are very intelligent, but also more experienced in life with their Satanist or just life in general. And I’ll see these fools literally trip over their own ignorance and lack of experience [Wisdom] and get their asses handed to them. They’ll run off in a cloud of asshurt. Which is the part I find amusing.

It’s like those of us in ONA who have read every page written by AL/DM, or those who have been ONA for 10 years or so versus a green slimy dick and his fat chick side kick who act like they know ONA. Even though the only thing they know about ONA is based on some non-ONA book called Liber Koth and whatnot. How do you know ONA when you have never read anything by ONA or don’t associate with anyone of the ONA? You see, each party can make opinions. One set is based on either years of experience and affiliation and/or studying the ins and outs of ONA’s writings, whereas the other set of opinions has nothing to show and tell with. You trip over yourself walking backwards. Over your own ignorance and inexperience. Then make a fool of yourself to those who have walked before you.

Great Grandpa Savudt and his wife, we call Great Grandma, is the family’s last people from the Great Grandparents generation. The Great Grandpa is 89 years old and he is still sharp as a nail, still walks, still drive a car. He doesn’t know how to use all the GPS stuff we now have, but the man never gets lost driving. He knows the freeways of California like the back of his hand. He’s been living in California with my late Great Grandfather since 1963 or so. It’s because of this Great Grandpa that my whole family – grandmother and all of us – survived the revolution and found our way safely to California. He was our Sponsor into America. His story is really cool.

My Little Grandma is his niece in our culture and way of counting family. My Little Grandma reveres him because of what he went through to keep us all alive and together during and after the revolution. I asked Little Grandma once how he was related to me and why he was special or greatly respected. And she told me his little life’s story.

She said that in the past Great Grandpa Savudt and his brother were two sons of a peasant lady who lived on property my own grandmother’s adopted aunt-mother – the aristocrat – owned. My grandmother like me was adopted and raised by her aunt who did not not have children of her own. When great Grandpa Savudt and his brother were young boys their mother died and left them as orphans. My grandmother’s aunt-mom felt very bad for these boys so she took them in and adopted them also. They were older than my grandmother. Little Grandma said that they were so poor they only had two outfits to go to school with, but my grandmother’s aunt-mom gave them clothing and things they needed, and urged them to stay in school and get an education. The two boys worked hard and graduated secondary school and got a scholarship from the government to study at a university here in America. Both of the brothers went to school here way back in he days and they ended up buying a house here. Both spoke fluent French.

When they graduated they returned to the country and with my grandmother’s family connections Great Grandpa Savudt went on to become Head of Customs, and his older brother went on to become a Prime Minister of Cambodia. His older brother after office retired here in America. When this older brother had heard about a revolution, he fixed to go to the home country to fish his adopted mother and my grandmother out of the country, but his friends in the American government at the time and era said that he cannot go because it would be unsafe and they can’t protect him. Great Grandpa Savudt asked his older brother not to go, and that he would go instead, but his older brother disregarded everybody and left. When he got off the airplane in his home country the Khmer Rouge recognized him as a past Prime Minister and shot him dead on sight at the air port.

Great Grandpa Savudt is related by virtue of adoption to my late Great Grandfather’s wife who is the person actually related to me. This Great Grandma is a younger sister of my grandmother’s aunt-mother. My late Great Grandpa and this Great Grandpa Savudt by blood have nothing to do with me. Both of the Great Grandpas were living here in America. They unfortunately had learned that Great Grandpa Savudt’s older brother had been shot dead. There concern was now to fish everyone out somehow as fast as they could. So my Great Grandma contacted her relatives in Thailand since she is closer to them and did what she could. Meanwhile Great Granda Savudt left his wife here in America to go to Thailand to try and take people across the boarder to fish and smuggle our family out into Thailand. Since he used to be the Head of Customs in those old days such officers were doing “extra” work on the side to make extra money. This basically meant Great Grandpa Savudt had a lot of shady business partners in Thailand, Loas, Burma, and Vietnam, and that he knew how to smuggle things as big as tanks across the boarder.

Everybody was separated and scattered, but eventually Great Grandpa Savudt located everybody and got everybody safely into Thailand. Then our Thai side of the family gave my grandma money to buy a house in California since the family’s money has been vaporized. Great Grandpa Savudt sponsored everybody. That’s how our half of the family got to California in 1981. Then when the family was here, it was Great Grandpa Savudt and my late Great Grandpa who kept the family together and who taught everybody to acclimate and matriculate into general American society. I thought it was amazing when I heard the story because Great Grandpa Savudt and his late older brother literally laid their life on the line for a family they were not really related to. One of them died for it. But that’s what I mean by having something to show and tell to support your opinions. We all have opinions and ideas, and thoughts about everything and anything. But when Great Grandpa Savudt gives an opinion about family matters, culture, and tradition, etc. His opinion is Law in the family. The only people who argue with him in a real way are some of the older cousins who are ignorant about what he has done. But he never talks or brags about what he has done or experienced with us. He has a humble nature to him, but he is very talkative and the type that likes to dance, sing, tell jokes, and take nothing seriously. He’s the wise one with all the sayings I quote.

I had always assumed that he was “one of us.” Meaning that I assumed he was noble in character because he was blood related to my grandma’s family. When I learned that he was of peasant stock I was confused. So one day I tried to ask him about this matter without asking him about it directly. I had asked him one day when he came over to hang out with my grandma that if we get our “bpooj” [breed] from blood. If an aristocrat is noble because he was born noble. In other words, are we born what we are. Nature or Nurture?

He kindly in his dry humourous way explained to me that all that talk about blood is meaningless. He said: “If I put black clothing on you, did your blood give you that clothes or did I give you that outfit?” I said that he put the outfit on me. So he said: “Then that’s how it is with breed. It’s not the blood in our parents body that makes us who we are. It is how our parents or grandparents or guardians raises us, cultures us, nurtures us, all those years.” He said that peasants are the way they are because their parents and folk just do not know any better. His late mother did not know any better, so he grew up not knowing anything about culture. But when he was adopted by an aristocratic mother, he simply had someone to follow the example of. He was exposed to something different and over time, assumed the outfit. Our parents and grandparents are indeed responsible for how we each become, but it has nothing to do with blood. He used the analogy of a Japanese Bonsai Tree. He said that those bonsai trees don’t grow from the seed growing into the shapes they become. There is a caretaker who bends and twists the branches, cuts and prunes the leave, devotes time and energy into shaping that bonsai. Then in time, with that devotion given, does it become a beautiful bonsai. The only thing that matters as far as the actual seed goes is that if the seed the bonsai tree came from produced a deformed or tree with no branches, then you have nothing to shape do you?

I always thought those bonsai trees I see at China Town grew like that. In the past every time I walked past by the bonsai stand I think to myself: “Wow, the genes of those plants are superb! To have these pine trees come out so perfect! No wonder they are expensive!” Even when this Great Grandpa used this bonsai analogy for me, it didn’t click, because I didn’t believe people shape bonsai trees. I’ve never heard of shaping a tree as an art form. How do you do that? It wasn’t until some of my older cousins who knew about my ignorance of bonsai trees had taken me to the Japanese Zen Graden in Burbank that I fully realized what the Great Grandpa explained to me. At the Japanese Garden I saw all of these big normal sized pine trees in the front part that were all immaculate in shape. At first I was thinking: “Shit, there’s big bonsais. They get bigger like normal trees! I thought they were permanent midget trees!” Then as we walked to the back I saw these bonsai pine trees with all this bamboo sticks tied to their branches like crucifixes and stuff and I looked at my cousins confused. I was laughing at the trees, because to me they looked like one of those crippled people in the body cast at the hospital getting fixed up, with all the bamboo and wires, and after laughing at it I said: “What are all of those bamboos and wires doing on that bonsai tree what’s wrong with it? Nothing looks broken on it?” Then after they laughed at me one of them said: “Stupid, you think those trees grow like that!?”

As long as the seed makes a normal tree, you do the shaping by devoting your time and energy to it, to craft it. And it is because of that time devoted and energy invested that a person becomes what they are. Therefore, whoever is doing the devotion of time and energy, shapes the tree. So then, we can ask ourselves: who devotes their time and energy into us? Our parents or the school system or the State? What culture are these things investing and instilling in us? And to what end and purpose? To whose interests? Who are you being shaped to serve? We all serve someone or something in life: our gods, our passions, our convictions, our compulsions, our beliefs, our opinions, our family, our friends, our jobs, our managers, our corporations, our banks, our universities and their ridiculous tuition fees for crap lessons, our political parties, our churches, our gangs, our politicians, our State? If we are not the type to be honest with ourselves, we won’t answer that question truthfully. A better question to ask to get the honest answer is: Whom do you work for in Life? When you live your daily 24 hours, and you work your jobs, who do you work for? Who does that money go to? Follow the money trail and you’ll come to a conclusion you wish to deny: you work for the banks, corporations, and the state. Your money goes to pay off debt from banks which you did not really need at all. Your labour for a company allows the manager to play golf on Mondays and to send his children to better schools than yours, and it makes Sam Walden a very rich man. Your tax money, and nearly half of the time you will spend working the best years of your human life, is for the State. To what end? What is your reward when you are too old to work? Social Security pensions? That is the End Purpose of your human Life? And you would look at me like I were some backwards demon for Living for my family. Like I’m not independent like you because I live with my parents unlike many of you who are individualized [re: independent].

Something very bad and sick happened to the West sometime during the Industrial Revolution. I can’t put my finger on it and point it out exactly. All I know is that before this Revolution the West has a thriving human Culture. Many in America in fact. In every strata of class and status. From the lowly Irish immigrant to the Germans and the Jews that came here long ago. Now all that human culture is gone and in its place is some sort of unhealthy fixation on individuation and secularism. It’s even so bad now that an old world mythos – the illuminati – has grown to hysterical proportions of a “cultural” idea of some group of men controlling the lives of people. It’s as if the zeitgeist of the West knew it was sick and was expressing its diseased state via this mythos. If this illuminati exists, they have no influence over anything outside the West. Nations are falling apart in Northern Africa. Most of Asia is not individualized or secularized. They still live in large family groups, just like people still do in Latin America and the rest of the world. Just an interesting note, an ONA brother a month or two ago showed me a list of countries with the percentage of secularization versus tribalization, in decreasing order for, most secularized/individualized to most collective. The State of Israel top the list at 98% secularized/individualized. America was up in the top 4. Surprizingly Russia and France scored as low as Asian countries. I jokingly said to the brother that Israel scoring 98% in the world, gives a new meaning to the ONA term: “Magian Ethos,” don’t you think? Things weren’t even this bad in the 50′s.

Recommended Reading For The Neophyte

I was going to just make a simple list of ONA MSS for Neophytes to read, but I went several pages off tangent talking about my Auntie Ma the Barbarian. I brought her up because of orientation, right!

Good for you guys that Anton Long is a compulsive writer! Because a modern neophyte of the Order of Nine Angles has his 39 years worth of writing to find and study which amounts to roughly 5000 pages. But reading those alone will never get you to get close to understanding the Mind and Jed [chitta] of the Man. You should also read his Reichsfolk and Numinous Way writing which is another circa 2000 pages. But AL is today not the only person in the ONA. There are ONA nexions and each with their own writing and slant on what the ONA is. THEM has about 2000 pages for you, and 352 has 1000. All together you as a Neophyte of the current ONA 3.0 [since we are in Phase Three of Fayen] have 10,000 pages to chase down and read, before you can open your mouth and make a substantial opinion about ONA. Keep in mind that others have walked the ONA before you and you will trip over your own ignorant ass walking backwards. I’m not talking about Nexus 352 here. The Temples of THEM and Lympstone 316 are each around 10 years old. Magister Hagur’s Sinister Pathway Triangle Order is around a decade old also. This WSA352 is merely a little sister in the family. We know our place, and give proper respect to those older and more senior than us.

The first set of books I would recommend a neophyte to chase down and go thru is the Black Book of Satan 1, Naos, and also my personal choices: the Black Book of Satan 2 by CB and the Septenary Tree of Wyrd; then also a MS called Otonen which just gives you an over view of the 7FW and the tasks and stuff, which you can find also anywhere. These books gives you a look that the Traditional Side/Form of the ONA. It gives you a look at where its Kulture and essence came from. It’s roots, if you will. It is rooted in Dark Pagan soil. More in actuality than metaphorically. I say this because if you approach a book like the first Black Book of Satan, at the same time considering the original three groups that formed the ONA: Camlad, Temple of the Sun, and the Noctulians, and you think about a phenomenon called British Traditional Witchcraft, then you’ll start to see things more clearly. No Mind is unconnected from the influence of its matrix of Time and Place, and Myatt’s mind is no different. Growing up, even if he was not directly inspired in any way by them, Gardnarian and Alexandrian Wicca and all that Traditional Wicthcraft stuff going on in the UK during that era made its mark. Makes you wonder why in those early days there was a “Grandmaster,” of a Traditional Satanism.

As it was explained in the Complete Guide to the Seven-Fold Sinister Way the Black Book of Satan is not dogma or unchangeable. It is a template or foundation of a Temple. You use that template to craft your own Black Book for your own Temple. In other words you Build your own shit on top of the templates given.

I personally like the mystical side of the ONA even though I don’t speak a lot on the subject matter. MS such as Beesty Boy’s Black Book of Satan 2 and The Septenary Tree of Wyrd [The Sinister Tarot] gives me a means to stimulate that way of drawing out personal insights and “revelations” for the work of self-enlightenment. In that the poetic style of writing seems to have no overt meaning, other than what meaning you can draw out of yourself to give to them. So there is a balance between reading MSS with pre-written ideas by people and nexions curbed by the more personal work of inner alchemy of personal reflection and drawing out inner insights, which is why I personally love things like the Tree of Wyrd in Naos, pathworking, Black Book 2 and the book Tree of Wyrd.

Another set of books to find and get familiar with is Hostia 1, Hostia 2, Hostia 3, as well as Hysteron Proteron. These were written back in the pre-internet days of the 90′s. They were in those days the secret side of the ONA, with all the secret tasks, and initiation ordeals. If you have read all of the above books and you understand the underlying essence and implications, than you should have come to realize that Anton Long created the ONA from the beginning to be a self replicating memeplex. Hence: Self Initiation rite. Meaning that no Order actually exists or has to exist for a person to be ONA. To be ONA a person just by his or her will and choice to Live the Way of the ONA. Someone who Initiated themselves into the grades of the 7FW, who finds a partner as it is stated to perform rites with, who sets up their own Temples/nexions, or Satanic Orders as the Black Book of Satan 1 says. Who gives their private ONA Temple, Order, Nexion, whatever a name and symbol of its own, who finds their own Initiates and makes them ONA. In this way, if you really understand what you have read in those simple books, you will know that the ONA cannot die and was created to be recreatable through you as the Neophyte.

If you read those simple books, especially Naos, without even the other ONA MSS, you should know where I got my idea of Form versus Essence from because DM himself before I was even born I think uses the words Form or Causal Form and Essence. He even describes things like Traditional Satanism as Forms. And if you actually did your 6 months of Insight Rolling, you should have eventually come – via a practical method of induced gnosis – to an understanding of the difference between a Form and its Essence. Because in your Insight Roll, although you have changed as a person in every way on the outside, say from a conservative to a liberal, a slut to a frigid Christian, a nerd to a drug dealer, you should have come to realize that even when your Outer Form was different, that there was an Essence of you and in you that was Unchanged, which is doing the expressing of such Outer Forms. The Essence is not the Form. The Essence gives rise to the Form, in the very same way that Dharma gives rise to Yana, and Natural Phenomena gives rise to scientific fields. Even if a Yana or Fields of Scientific disciplines changes and new theories manifested, the Dharma or Nataural Phenomena is the same. It is still science whether is it Newtonian or Einsteinian or QM. All I did was try to give what AL was already trying to say an extra twist with a Buddhist flavour according to how those ideas fizzed in my own mind and worldview.

In the old days you had to go chase all of those ONA MSS down. I had to also. I have all these PDF’s. Today people have made it easier because all of those ONA MSS have been collected into compilations. So the next set of ONA MSS I would recommend any serious student of the ONA chase down and become acquainted with is: The ONA Archive, which is the whole nineangles.info archived in PDF. This houses all of the recent major MSS as well as classic older ones. Next is the Requisite ONA which houses BBS and Naos, as well as the Deofel Quintet, and some other ONA MSS. Together those two adds up to about 3000 pages. That’ll keep you busy. In addition to this the Temple of THEM has collected and archived every ONA MSS written by an ONA Nexion in 4 giant volumes called the “De Requisite Exquisite Collection” [DREC]. Together they amount to over 2000 more pages for you to read as a Neophyte. These can be found at the Temple of THEM’s wordpress.

But that’s not all! There’s more. I actually like Magister Hagur’s writings. Hagur is from Belgium, he is 70 something years old, he speaks French and runs the old Sinister Pathway Triangle Order. If you are coming from a LaVey background, then I recommend Hagur’s main works. Hagur is very intelligent and he came from a LaVeyan background of understanding Satanism, so his slant on the ONA is more symbolical meaning that to Hagur the Dark Gods are Archetypes of a Collective Unconscious. I love Hagur use of psychology in his writings. But he loves these Dark Gods and has produced a number of books entirely dedicated to them. The part I really like about Hagur’s work is that he approaches ONA from a mystical angle or an esoteric angle. He builds on the ONA’s Tree of Wyrd and gives it more meet and flavour. He gives these Dark Gods more mythos and character. Which I absolutely love.

I know I don’t talk about my love for esoterica and mysticism, but I really like that stuff. Because its more “Buddhistic” in nature [sambudhi: self-enlightenment]. Because you are using all that exoteric goobledygook to stimulate your brain or heart to produce self born esoteric insight from within yourself. You basically take a drawing of 7 circles and 21 lines and create a whole universe with it and give it meaning that makes sense only to you. But like I tell my Five Percenter friends also into drawing out esoteric insights: You’re only as sharp as the knife you are wielding. If you are retarded, culturally myopic, don’t know shit about anything besides Satanism and death metal, and need to be told what to believe and how to think, then do yourself a favour and skip this shit and just go look for the pre-written ONA MSS. It’ll do you no good. Books to look out for by Magister Hagur which I recommend and inspired me are: Becoming Another God; Dark Forces Words; and The Dark Gods In The Spheres And Pathworking.

Conclusion

Those manuscripts just orients you. They just point you as a Neophyte in the general direction. It’s like if we were all on a voyage to meet up in the North Pole, and as a Neophyte you came up to me and asked me which way to walk. I’ll point in a general northerly direction and say to you: “There dude, fucking North duh.” How you get your ass there, what trials and pathei-mathos you will experience on the way is your own shit. Thers is only one North Pole technically. But there are an infinite ways to get there. None is the right way and none is the wrong way. The way is not the Point. The point is beneath the Way. You see it’s got shit to do with the North Pole or walking somewhere for some reason. The point is the experiences, the ordeals, insights, pathei-mathos, and gnosis we each gain on our quest. And so when we meet up at our arbitrary destination we meet up as new people with stories to share, lessons to share which we have learned, insights we have collected, etc. Which is all really what the ONA was from its very beginning if you understand the Man and the Essence. It’s just DM keeping a really long and bizarre journal of his personal Quest in life for 40 years. If you understand this much, then you know that this Myattian Thing we call the ONA does not stop at the ONA. It goes through Reichsfolk and The Numinous Way which is the Man’s whole personal process of Self-Becoming and Self-Understanding, and that process continues through each of our own personal Quests.

It’s one stream as the Buddha would put it. One organic continuous thing. Like a caterpillar, pupa, and butterfly is one single process of one single organism’s self-development. In our ignorance we may see it as three different things. This thing we call the ONA is all just one Myattian Flowing. And when we resonate with that Myattian Flow, we flow with it and through us that Flowing continues. Like the Flame of the Olympic Torch is carried by one person on a quest is pasted onto another running a different quest somewhere. They are different people, on different quests, but in the same Olympics, and carrying the same Flame. Through us into each generation, step by step toward the future that Flowing changes. If the ONA thing is to ever make it into the future, its Flame will be carried there by us and those to come in front of us and it will and must change, or that flame will die of irrelevance and lack of imagination and creativity. Like the Nothing eating away fantasia.

These dummies in Mundane Satanism have a hard time understanding why their organizations are stale and dead or dying and can’t draw in fresh new members. The OTO in 1905 or whenever it came out was alive, creative, vibrant with stimulating mythos, imagination, and creativity. So was the Golden Dawn in its days. Now its dragging a dead horse. It was something unorthodox forced into something dry and orthodox. Medusa staring at living people and turning them to stone. The Church of Satan in the early days when it was a dark church of the Subgenius slash circus act with its vibrant mythos, counter culture counter hippy shit rituals, back then was alive, was pregnant with life force and creativity. All that life is gone now. The Nothing crept in and killed it. It’s a dead carcass with vultures around it today. The case of the Church of Satan reminds me of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie I really loved. It is as if a fun circus had been taken over by stiff neck Vogons. They just read their Vogon poetry and intellectually debate its meaning and merit. And they wonder why its dead, why it’s a fucking ghost town.

I’ll tell you why: same reason why everyone wants to come to America. They hate this country, but they can’t keep their asses out of it. Those old world Vogon Communists in the stiff necked USSR ruled that country with a stale and dreary iron fist and their people fled for there lives to Europe and America. Have you seen any documentary on North Korea? I have. I can’t remember what it was called. Such a “happy” Communist paradise, and you see old ladies, women, and children fleeing across icy rivers and into over fences of any other countries’s embassies in huge crowds. Trying to leave their paradise in large crowd. Those fucking Sand Suckers pointing fingers at the Western Devil in their Islamic Shariah paradises, and their fucking people are leaving these places for Europe. It’s the one thing of the West, perhaps one of the better qualities it has worth honouring: Freedom of Self-Expression, and its causal fruits. Fruits of Self-Expression being just the freedom to wear jeans, listen to whatever music or make whatever music, the freedom to love and be loved which we take for granted.

I watched a documentary that pissed me off and upset me so bad a year ago about a 15 year old girl in Iran. She was fatherless and her mother was always business working so she lacked a healthy amount of attention someone her age needs. So a 50 year old man gave her that attention. She was in the car with this 50 year old man and he pulls his thing out and tried to talk her into doing stuff with it. She says now and walks out. Her neighbors sees all of this. The man tells on the girl and says that she was soliciting sex from him and was giving him oral sex. The police interviews her neighbors and they said they saw her in the car and the man had his dick out. So the police “arrests” this girl without telling her mother, detains her for a couple days, gives her a trial with her mother still not knowing here her daughter is. They find her guilty for adultery and inciting a man to commit adultery and the judge orders her to be hung the next day. The mother did not find out until she came back from work to see her daughter dangling dead from a crane in their neighborhood since it was a public hanging.

Self-Expression is what things like America and Europe gives or has that draws people, not just the opportunities, and liberty. Self-Expression makes the internet what it is today. Its a medium of Self-expression where everything from companies to politicians to teens vlogging on youtube can just express who they are to whoever or to nobody. Just to have the freedom to express yourself. As opposed to adopting the Expression of others.

When you are such a control freak where you have to lock your memeplex down into some orthodoxy where people either have to accept your Expression or they are fakes and heathens and rejected, you kill the means for others to manifest Self-Expression; and in turn stupidly kill your own memeplex, relationships, whatever. Your control and orthodoxy keeps your fan-based market from putting into living motion their Human Creativity.  Memes spread by usage: Fluidity. Think about it. I believe that all life from the lowly virus to the Living Cosmos share three basic qualities in common: Self-Expression, Self-Creation, and Self-Progression. It is through our Expression of our inner Self/Being that Creation arises, where we self-become. And it is this act of self-creation, via trials and errors, that we evolve or self-progress. In turn our progression gives rise to new Expressions of Self/Being. And the evolutionary cycle is repeated.

When I found found the ONA, I saw it with those eyes. I wanted ONA to not be a place where you just download Anton Long’s ideas and talked it like a ventriloquist dummy. I wanted the ONA to be a means – a tool – for Self-Expression, Self-Creation, and Self-Progression. Where a person can use the ONA and its words or ideas to express their own self and mind. In the same exact way that I use the ONA to express my own mind, feelings, and worldviews. From that ability or freedom to use the ONA to express myself, I end up Creating myself, adding to myself. And from that self-creation, I Progress: change, grow, evolve. To me, as I used it, the ONA is a useful tool and means of my own Self-development or Self-Becoming.

And I love to see other people use ONA to express their unique self, mind, feelings, and understandings of things and the world. We do not always agree, but that’s not the point. Nothing in nature is the same and fits into some orthodox mold. Uniqueness and differentiation is a praxis or condition of Life and Nature. In Biology we go so far as to say that differentiation is healthy. We say that genetic variation means a big gene pool, and the opposite means a sick gene pool. Memepool? Can we say that a memeplex with variation and differentiation has more power to stimulate, excite, inspire, and influence? Whereas a stale memeplex with a limited memepool eventually loses the ability to replicate itself and dies? This is just a goofy way to say: Creativity right? Creativity is a manifestation of Expression. You’ll see that the time when something like the Church of Satan becomes a control freak with its memes and establishes some standard dogmatic belief, it got sick and started to die. And then you see the whole opposite with the ONA. The more people used ONA as a means of their own expression of Self, without fear of AL stopping them, without fear of being told they were doing it wrong, the ONA exploded, not with just new initiates, but with new ideas, now music, new writings, etc; a thriving, a multiplying. It exploded into something alive and thriving.

What’s that one “axiom” in business, marketing, and dating that goes: “People love to talk about themselves. Let their love for self talk sell your stuff for you.” That’s like the first thing you guys should have learned from dating. The easiest way into our pants – not mine, the dumb ones – is to just let us talk about ourselves, and induce us to talk about ourselves through several beers. “Oh really, you like kittens, that’s so interesting. Go on baby, me too, what color, waiter ‘nother for the lady.” Give people like me the freedom and ability to use that ONA to express ourselves, our minds, feelings, and random crap, and we’ll write a thousand pages and talk the ears off a donkey. Then others will read what stuff I write and they’ll be like: “Damn! That bitch can do all that with the ONA?! I gotta try this shit out!” But you can’t do that with other thing like the Church of Satan or Islam. Only the special chosen son of Satan or self appointed Imam can use the religion to express his mind for people to accept. The minute you get inspires to do that same with these religions, they say your tampering with LaVey’s stuff and Satanism doesn’t need evolving because it’s good already, or they kill you for being an infidel. What do you call that in business talk? Competition. What do you do with competition? Kill it. Why? Because they’ll take your market. You want to monopolize your product and your market to maintain your special status as high priest, pope, imam. Because it’s not about some dumb enlightenment or other people’s desire to express themselves is it? It’s about your status, adulations you get, love gifts, group numbers, membership dues, etc.

To me I see the ONA as being like a very long hallway with doors, the doors being different values, benefits, and things you can get out of ONA. Some of these doors are so distant away down the hallway that it would be silly to disregard the doors close to you to run down and open the doors down the hallway. The door that is the most immediate and directly close to us in this hallway to use, is that practical use of the ONA as a medium of Self-Expression and Self-Development. Don’t be so far sighted that you can’t see the doors just in front of you where your gaze is fixated on some distant fall of some system. But don’t be so near sighted where Aeonics makes no sense to you. If you want to change the world, start with yourself, because that’s literally where the “world” or society happen. When we say things like “society,” or the “world,” or “civilization,” when we are outside around and about what we mean are those other people around us, the way those people live and do things, see things, and express themselves, in connexion and in context to and with you. The people is the foundation of what a Society or Civilization is. The rest of the stuff: the inanimate objects, the buildings, the factories, the farms, the streets, the parks, the government; these are all Expression of such people; or Causal Forms as we say in the ONA. Or as the Buddha puts it: As Within, So It Is Without. He tried to say this same thing with the Eightfold Path. That Path begins with Mind and ends with Experience. It takes 8 steps for what you entertain and give life to in your Chitta [Heart-Mind] to manifest into something you will Experience. It’s like we had a box with a hole in the side. In side the box is a lantern and the hole has a sheet of red paper. That red color is projected Out onto a white wall. You do not like the red color of the wall and in your ignorance try to paint the wall with a different color. That color comes from within.

I watched this documentary about this tribe living on the island of Bali once. They weren’t a tribe living naked in the bush. They were normal looking people. The documentary was about the old chief of the tribe who was preparing for his own funeral. Like many of our elders, this chief had red teeth because his mouth was filled with something we call “Malloo” which in English is Betel Nut mixed with lime powder and some type of leaf. It’s a stimulant like chewing tabacco. The old ladies in my family like it. I tried it once. You take the leaf and you put chips of betel nut on in and put in a dash of that white powder and stick it in your mouth. I spat it out real quick. It tastes like bitter and tarty shit mixed with cement mix.

Anyways this chief was chewing that stuff and standing on a huge slab of stone. The stone was twice as long as he was. His whole tribe was pulling rope together to move this stone up a mountain where he was going to be buried. They used logs they place in front of the stone to roll the stone on. He was giving his people pep talks telling them they can do it since they were straining to drag that immense stone up hill. He was saying that he needs to be buried in that hill so his spirit can go back to his people’s home planet. Then the documentary does a flash back to earlier moments before the stone scene were you see their village or township with all of these weird shaped houses. And you are brought into the long home of the chief’s clan where there is draped two very long silk cloths that look like table runners with patterns on them. At the top of each cloth is an embroidery of a sun, and below are the patterns. The chief comes and explains what we were looking at. He said that the cloths were his tribe’s family tree and that the two suns represent where his people came from. He explained that around 10,000 years ago his people came to the earth on ships from the Pleiades. They had come in ships that were shaped like their houses, so they made their houses look like their ships.

Who knows if their mythos is true or not. That’s not the point. The point is that mythos is used to manifest a culture, and in that documentary you can visibly see the Outer Expression of this Inner Born mythos. In not only how they live their way of life, but in the shape of their buildings, and in them working like ants to get a huge cut stone up hills to bury their chief. You see it in their artwork, you hear it in their music, you see it expressed in their dance. Everything they do that defines them as a people and everything about their civilization, society, and city/town is an expression of an inner Essence they share. Burning their city down and throwing their sacred statues away will not do anything, because you only got rid of the outer symptom. The Cause within them, you neglected. And we see this with every people and culture. You see that Chinese architecture, art, music, society, etc, is an an outer Expression of something within. And we see it in our Vogon like cities and society in the West. In our boring rectangle shaped buildings and streets, in our long lines at the DMV, and bureaucracies.

People will use anything to express themselves. I was watching another cool documentary on a different tribe in Papua New Guinea. It was about a tribe of former head hunters who were “graciously” civilized by the White Man with their Catholic Missionaries. There were these warriors with boar tusks in their noses whining and complaining about how in the old days they used to make war with other tribes and cut their heads off and make house decor with them, but alas, those good days were over they said. All throughout the documentary the people who made the doc showed you the details of this people’s culture, their wooden art work, cultural wardrobe and costumes, and buildings. And you hear the Narrator in his English accent explain that this tribe lived in a part of New Guinea where everything was just mud and wood. There wasn’t even a big rock anywhere. All these people had to work with to build themselves a culture or a “civilization” was mud and wood and maybe some bird feather and animal bones. And it shows in their human desire to express themselves. They all wore mud on their bodies as artistic tribal markings, had wooden beads, and statues of their ancestors made of wood, fearsome spears that were just sharpened sticks, long homes made of bark and tree leaves, and their “streets” were wooden planks because everything was wet and muddy [they lived in a wet rainforest]. Their whole world was literally made of mud and sticks. But even with something so muddy and sticky as mud and sticks, these people used such worthless things to craft a culture, society, and “civilization” out of; to give their human lives meaning and worth.

Art, in all its aspects: music, stories, dance, pictures, etc; is as ancient as our species. Even older if we consider the artwork that Neanderthals left behind. It’s a medium by which we are able to try and express what is inside of us. Art has no limit. You can go into any direction with it as far as you can. There is no right way or wrong way to “do” art. With it, Chitta which remains secreted and hidden, makes itself known by using it to express its existence. I have always wondered why tropical fish have beautiful colors if they are color blind. Why flowers have a sweet smell if they have no noses. Why fruits taste sweet, if they cannot taste themselves. Why the world should even have color, or shape, but it does. It’s almost as if the cosmos were using these things as a medium to express its existence, from its hidden and secreted place. Trying to present itself to be noticed.

And so I see the most direct and immediate use and worth of the ONA in this context. It is a medium, a tool, by which and through which I can Express myself. Like poetry, where Chitta uses human language in such a way where its inner stuff is Expressed. This ONA gives you a set of words, concepts, and models, which I find helpful in conveying my otherwise wordless inner stuff. Its like being given a canvas, brush, and paint set of basic colors. In the beginning when your confidence level of self-expression is low you use the basic colors and you try to stay in the lines. But you become more creative with time. And so you end up experimenting around by mixing the colors together to get new colors and you paint outside your lines. When nobody reprimands for that creativity, your confidence build up. Which is when you go all the way and mix up your own colors and forget the lines altogether. I think it’s at that point where an artist of some type has come to realize they have no limit to how they may use their medium to express themselves, and where they are able to let their honest inner stuff flow out, that you become a genuine artist.

To me it’s the same way with the ONA. You may start off trying to stay within what you assume to be lines because that is how you were conditioned to do things. You may begin to only use what words and ideas and templates are “there.” But you will get to a moment where you may become creative and begin to experiment with mixing ideas, putting in your own ideas, and going out of the line. You’ll look around nervously to see of other ONA people will rebuke you for being creative and expressing yourself. It’s when you have gotten to that confident point where you have a masterful command of what is the ONA as a tool and medium of your own self-expression, self-creation, and self-progression that you are genuinely ONA. In the same way where we can say that a person who has learned to think and speak outside of the lines with their language, but has a masterful command of that language is creative and intelligent. You are Master of that language or ONA, and not mastered by it.

As a Neophyte taking baby steps in this ONA you have to learn that kind of Empathy known as “Klaj Jed.” To Fear or Respect other ONA people’s expression of Jed. To maintain the harmony and solidarity. If you truly like the ONA and really do understand what it is. Then you will know that disrupting its harmony and equilibrium weakens it, which is unconstructive. It works against our aims and objective. When some Niner assumes the character of a Nazi or Satanist, there are reasons why. You work against your own kind if you were to make it a personal crusade to call out such people for being racist Nazis or ignorant devil worshippers.

It requires Empathy to get a feel for the general direction other people in the ONA are going in, and to move in that general direction also. This is so that you aren’t in anybody’s way. You work against your own kind by getting in the way. If you don’t want to help, at least get out of the way. If a certain ONA group uses Eastern stuff to express itself to move the ONA or add to it, don’t get in the way by talking shit about Eastern shit. If some ONA group uses another subcultural movement to express their ONA, to build the ONA, don’t get in the way and deconstruct what they are using. Shut up, in other words. Don’t be looking to walk backwards and compete with those in the ONA who have been in it longer and who have lived in longer. Such behaviour is infantile. It doesn’t require intelligence and creativity to get in the way and take stuff apart. It does require intelligence, empathy, and creativity to do the opposite: to move in the Way, in harmony to the general flow of other, in such a way that in the end something manifests that is fruitful for all parties involved. If you want to be accepted by your ONA peers as a full member of this Family, you must have the commonsense to get along with others and adopt the culture. Find Common Ground to stand on and let go of the petty differences. Because looking for uncommon grounds to stand on does not make something commonly shared.

I and many other do Devote a lot of ourselves, time, energy, Heart, and mind to the ONA. If you have read this essay and you understand the essence of what Great Grandpa Savudt was trying to say, then you will come to understand why I personally Devote my self, mind, and Heart to the ONA. We may indeed be naturally born “with it,” with Sinister Nature. But the peculiarities of the ONA – its lexicon, its weltanschauung, its Kulture, etc – these things you grow into in time. Sometimes it is nice to have someone there to Nurture your growing into ONA Kulture. Those who care enough to Devote their time and mind to the ONA for you imbues you with their nature, spirit, and culture. But such person can only do so much. My grandma’s aunt-mother could only do so much for her adopted sons Great Grandpa Savudt and his passed older brother. She can give them all the love she had, and her money, home, life, and self. But they must strive to do something with what was given, to make themselves into something more than they were. The ONA can only do so much. Your new found associates can only do so much. You must take what was given and strive in your own unique ways, to make something out of yourself and the ONA.

So that is the work of a Neophyte of the ONA. Be grown up enough to orient yourself, or someone will give you your orientation. I love seeing people find the ONA who have that ability, intelligence, and dark-empathy where they “play it by ear” in such a way that they slip right in and its like they were ONA for 10 years. Like they say: if you got it, you got it; if you don’t, it’ll show. Learn to get a feel for the general direction the ONA is moving in. And be considerate of other Niner’s and Nexion’s flow and forms. Not out of mere respect, but for the sake of a Kollective, a Kulture, a Sinister Solidarity, the cohesion and coherency of our social Order. Why are such thing important? You say it all the time like an empty mantra don’t you: “United we stand, divided we fall,” and “Divide and Conquer.” Put those two together and you will learn to understand why Solidarity and Cohesion of a family, culture, people, or group is important. You are individualized to be conquered and preyed upon by something. And the coherency of an Army has the power to enact change by will and force. It’s all Causal Mechanics right? There is a desired end result we aeonically wish to Manifest, and Solidarity is a means to manifest it. What disrupts that Kulture works against our common flow. Samsara is a bitch. If you aren’t going to swim, get the hell out of the river. 

       

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