The essence of my personal way, of my life, has been: practical experience, practical experience, practical experience – a surfeit of diverse, often, extreme, experiences which imbue one with life and enable one to live on a higher level than mundanes – and then a reflexion on those experiences, and especially on the personal emotions such experiences engender. A moving, thus, from such a symbiosis, toward and beyond a self-understanding: as the genesis of further, internal alchemical, change.
So, this way is not and has not, in essence, been about acquiring wealth, or power, or influence or other mundane, causal, things which mundanes love and covet – instead, it is about an ecstatic and individual affirmation of Life; about never being really satisfied with the status quo; always desiring more, and always able to move easily, effortlessly, from, between, what has been termed the opposites of the Light and the Dark. And it is this desire for continually indulging in such affirming experiences, both Light and Dark – combined with the ability to consciously reflect upon and learn from them – that is the essence of the Sinister Way itself.
Thus one knows, experiences, love – intense, personal, passionate, beautiful, subsuming, and sometimes tragic. One knows, experiences and feels the beauty, the satisfaction, of a personal revenge, of a personal hate. One knows and feels the purity of violence in the service of one’s δαίμων: one’s Destiny and Wyrd. One knows, experiences, going to and surpassing one’s physical limits, not once but many times – setting one’s self one challenging physical goal after another and achieving them and exulting in the effort, the achievement. One knows the intoxication – a few loyal friends at one’s side – of facing a combat situation, a fight, where death is a real possibility: knowing the anticipation, that sickness, of fear, and then, when the moment arrives, knowing that calm resolve of action when one becomes a unity of deed, emotion, and living, having not given in to that sickness of fear, that nausea of anticipation. One knows that wordless comradeship that makes one just act instantly and without thought to help, aid, save, a comrade even if – or especially if – there is danger and the possibility of one’s own death. There is the foolish berserk almost animal resolve and instinct when one just unthinkingly acts as when one runs miles in drenching rain to the dwelling of one’s former lover and smashes down the door to beat into unconsciousness the man mistreating her after she had telephoned you in desperation, and you never expect or even think about anything in return…
This way is the way of using our brief, mortal life, our fragile human existence, for a purpose – as a means of exulting in and affirming the essence of Life itself, and then alchemically melding ourselves so that there is always a change, an evolution, of ourselves; a learning, a moving-on, a bringing-into-being of a new self, a new individual which is an amalgam of what is in our past, what is us, in the present, and what is in or can be in and of our future. This is, in brief, the archetype of our Satan, and of our Dark Enchantress, Baphomet.
This is the breeding, the knowing, the discovery within one’s self, of arête – of that type of personal character that marks our kind, our new type, and which is also a personal reflexion upon one’s life, one’s deeds, one’s experiences, that either breaks one, or makes one into a different, a new, type of human being – a type that mundanes do not and never will understand, and which they instinctively fear, and which they try to constrain, contain, by laws, and by their illusive abstract categories, their terms, which they unceasingly project onto our kind in a vain attempt to classify and to try and “understand” us.
We are beyond their laws; their categories, their ethics, their restrictions, their lives, their experiences; their terms; and no theory of theirs can ever “explain” us or give them any genuine “understanding” of us.
Thus, our own lives becomes an inspiration for others like us, others of our own kind; others who feel as we have felt; who dream as we have dreamt; who desire as we have desired; we – the outlaws, the rebels, the heretics, the subversives, the baleful ones; we whom it is the intent of every mundane society, every government, every nation, every State, every religion, to subdue, constrain, rule over, control, “re-educate”, imprison, kill, or legislate out of existence.
But they have failed; they will always fail, for our spirit lives on, century after century, millennia after millennia, and always will live on. For we defy them, and have defied and will continue to defy them, these failed specimens, this sub-human species; these mundanes.
They, the mundanes, have not only failed – but they will soon have a terrible nightmare of theirs come true. For we, our kind, are – for the first time in our history – organizing against them; co-operating among ourselves, and plotting and scheming against them. For we have finally, after so long, decided it is time for us to claim, to reclaim, this Earth. And that is what the esoteric association known as the ONA, is all about – organizing ourselves, organizing our kind; inspiring more and more humans by our lives; and overthrowing the mundanes and building a new way of living where the potential of human beings, of our species, is fulfilled in us and by means of the new structures, we will create to pass on our vision, our spirit, our arête, to future generations.
Now, if you compare all this to the likes of Anton LaVain, Creepless Crowley, The Golden Yawn, The Temple of Silt. The Order of Typhoo, The Luciferless Lot – and all the other pretentious mundanes who imitate them or are like them – you might begin to understand.
Anton Long
Order of Nine Angles
121 Year of Fayen
