Several members of 352 insight role as leadership of front organizations, like sister Mercie and many of our older caucasian brothers and sisters once had a neo-Nazi front group called WP [White Product], while some of our ethinic brothers and sisters founded racist front groups based on their ethinicity and culture; like our black Enclaves (members and associates of 352) started this racialist all black group named NA [Nubian Agenda/Non Applicable] which was an attempt to recreate the “Black Panthers” movement” of the 60′s era. The whole idea was to grow these organizations by recruiting from the general population of inner cities and trailor parks, and instigate a racial riots. Our Asian Enclave did their thing slightly different than the others. They started something called the APR [Asian Progressive Republicans] which was based on a college campus and spread into high schools. It urged it’s members to become active in city politics, rather than go the violent route. All those groups degenerated into useless petty criminal gangs; plus they weren’t fun.
The basic premise behind any of these groups is that it trains and teaches the initiate to function as a cooperative unit in an organization that is much bigger and dymanic then himself or herself. It reeally doesn matter if it is a neo-nazi group, an anarchist activist group, PETA, or your neighborhood street gang. The initiate learns from direct experience how a dynamic group with a collective cause works. Thus, such experience helps the initiate establish his or her own dynamic and functioning ONA Temple or Nexion, or whatever you wanna call it. As it’s been said be for, reading something as the “directive” in the Black Book of Satan on starting your own Temple, is much different then the physical act of actually starting one. What looks good and easy on paper, is much, much harder and different in “real life.” And what wisdom and lessons are not written down in such books, are learned and realized in the causal arena.
Most of us younger enclaves started more fun groups to get involved with. We made a front tagger crew called AMBK [Articulate Minded But Krazy]. There were only 7 of us at the time and we all went to the same school. Now, when you start an unknown piece of shit crew there are two ways you can tackle the issue of membership: 1) You can go around the school and ask people like a dork to join your crew – this case people will think you are “Toyz” meaning you’re a wannabe. Or 2) you can just jump right into the game and build up Fame. We did it the second way. Doing it the second way with an unknown group meant we had to pick a bigger pre-existing tagger crew and start shit.
There were about 9 different tagger crews at the school we went to at the time. If you start shit with small crews, you make yourself look like toyz. So we picked a well established crew bigger then us called DTH [Destroying The Heavens] which had about 12 members. We went out one night and crossed out all the DTH we could find and put our Letters underneath (AMBK). That’s how you start a battle. Luckily the leader of DTH was a school friend we knew. He came up to us and said: What’s up, you guys wanna battle, what are we gunna battle for, you’re gunna get your asses kicked?
When two crews battle, they can battle for different things, like the loser gives the winner spray cans or weed. We were looking to build an empire, so we wanted to battle for bodies. We told our friend: If we lose, we’ll destroy AMBK and write for you… if you guys lose, you destroy DTH and write for us. We had a deal and the battle was set to last 7 days with neutral friends as the judges. Battling isn’t just about how many times you can get your crew’s name up; at least not in our school; it’s also about your style and presentation of your writing, where you put up your tags, and what kind of tips (the pushie thing the spray paint comes out of, different tips produces different sized letters) you use. DTH thought they were going to win.
But we had back up. We went to tell our WSA enclaves that we got ourselves into a battle with a crew twice our size. Of course, they back us up. A lot of the senior enclaves stopped their racial group stuff for a week and helped us out – and those seniors had style and crazy alphabets because when they were our age, they tagged too. In my mind I saw AMBK as a small piece of shit country – like Israel, which had massive back up – America. We were in fat city, and their was no way we were going to lose.
When you’re tagging for Fame, there are prime real estates to put up your letters and tags. It’s like the advertising industry, you gotta know where to put up your ads where your target market can conviniently see them. Our prime real estate were things like freeway dividers, walls, or anything you can spray on around the school you go to; except your neighborhood. All of us at our school had a rule not to bring that shit into our nieghborhood because we all lived in the Hills where it was clean (of vandalism). Our school was located in the Flats, so it was ok. We were smart about competing for those prime hit up spots. We filled 2 liter bottles with normal white paint and stuffed our pockets and bags with rollers, and when DTH got to one of those prime hit up spots first, we’d splash white paint on their stuff, roll it out, and come back later to claim it – Articulate indeed.
Needless to say, our AMBK won the battle and we annexed DTH; besides winning bodies, we also got our Fame and established ourselves as a force to be reconned with in the city. That’s when the leader of AMBK and the ex-leader of DTH called for a meeting. We wanted to annex every tagger crew in our school then play some big games with crews from other schools. Back in those high school days, with your 15 year old brain, that was about as ambitious as making a real empire. It was exciting. We thought it would be easy, but things didn’t go according to plan.
Some of those other tagger crews didn’t want to merge into AMBK willingly after a proper battle. That’s when intimidation and force had to be applied. We had to make threats, and assault a few people unwilling to merge - to force them to comply. They didn’t understand what we wanted to do. They couldn’t see our ambitious vision of a “Pan-School Kingdom” that stretched from one side of the school yard all the way to the other side. They couldn’t see the benefit of unity and what we could do with that unity. Not like we did. Fuck it we said, they don’t need to see shit, just make them write. After many battles, fights, physical assults, threats, and intimidation, we finally established our pan-School Kingdom. AMBK was the only tagger crew in the whole school – with about 60 members. But we had no time to celebrate victory. This union was not a solid union yet, it could fall apart easily, we had to continue battling to get all our members active so they can tap into that collective identity. Nothing brings people closer together than war or shared struggle. It was time for war.
We picked the other school in our city and battled all of their crews with ease (and a lot of intimidation) annexing that school also. In time our crew numbers grew to over 100, and we had become the biggest crew in our city. We dominated the whole city and like a nation, we began legislating rules and policies to maintain our dominion. Not other crew was allowed to hit up their letters anywhere in our city, or it was war. To secure our power to even have wars, we established alliances with local street gangs. Since a tagger crew wasn’t a gang we need to acquire mercenaries to do our dirty work. In exchange for their dirty work, we agreed to pay taxes to them in the form of drugs and guns, and to also tag up their gangs. To get those drugs and guns all we had to do was battle with medium sized tagger crews from other cities and if they lost they agreed to pay us the agree commodities, or we send our mercenaries to get the shit. What started off as something fun, had become sophisticated and complicated.
One day, as business for AMBK was doing well, some outsider crew called TOK [Tribe Of Kings] crossed us out in our own city. They had come from a neighboring city and knew who we were. We had been tagging in their territory – expanding into it – and they didn’t like it. Before we started anything, the leadership of our small empire sent out “Intelligence Agents” in the form of girl members to find out as much about them as possible, so we can develop a plan of attack to destroy them for “dissing” [disrepecting] us in our own city.
Espionage with girl spies working teenage boys is easy work. We sent out girls to befriend TOK boys, learn where their leadership lived, dated key TOK members, figure out the size of TOK, if they had guns, who their allies were, and steal their alphabets. Alphabets in tagger talk is a list of an alphabet (A-Z) done in different writing styles.
After a few months of silence on our part, our Intelligence Agents came back with all the information we needed. TOK was as big as our crew, but they were a hybrid crew called a “tagbanger” crew which was half a tagger crew, and half a gang. They ran a lucrative drug dealing business in all of the schools they owned. They were allies with every Mexican gang in their city. Our spies also learned where the leadership lived, and had even drawn out the schematics of the inside of their homes, since our spies were dating key TOK boys. This wasn’t going to be a simple war, like what we were used to.
We sent out boy spies to scope out their leadership’s homes to figure out when and where everyone living in each house went and did for later use. Luckily the gangs they were allies with, were also cool with us in our city because we had been paying our taxes to them. We first had to have meetings with these gangs to insure that they did not interfer with a possible war between us and TOK, should a war happen. This reminded me of two nations going to war who go to the rival’s allies to insure that those allied nations don’t interfer.
Of course these gangs were not interested in the petty wars of vandalists. They were worried about their business in TOK’s city, because TOK was selling their dope in that territory. Our leader called “Jay-Crew” insured them that this potential war was an annexation war, that we only wanted TOK to stop tagging TOK and merge with us, and that business would continue in both cities. They gave us their word that they would stay out of the war, but that they would act on both of our crews if our stupid war threatened their business.
Jay-Crew was a charismatic leader with the power of speach. He could hold a meeting and talk his mind about his vision of a great big wealthy and powerful empire that owned many cities and did a lot of business and get everyone into a vandalistic frenzy. Jay-Crew presented his strategy to his people. The war with TOK would be a two phased war. The first was a silent decapitation strike, the second phase would be a public battle to annex their entire crew and its busines operation in it’s schools. Jay-Crew order the use of all force if necessary, and said that during the war, if any of our members didn’t participate, that they would get their asses kicked. By then, we has an arsenal of weapons stashed in different locations, and secret allies who we had already spoken to who agreed to offer their back up, should the war turn bad. The secret allies were Asian gangs from other cities we had connected with through our Asian members, and through some seniors of WSA.
One day during phase one of the war, three vans were packed with AMBK members. Each van was sent out to extracate one of the three leaders of TOK by force, and bring them to our city for further negotiations. We knew where the three leaders of TOK hung out, and what time they left their hang out spots to walk home. It was easy. The vans just pull up next to them, our boys jumped out, pulled them into the vans and beat the living shit out of them; then brought them to Jay-Crew at a designated spot for talks about phase two. Jay-Crew told them that our two crews were going to battle with honor like two tagger crews and the loser merges with the winner; business will continue as usual, and our merged group can then work on taking over other cities. He threatened the three TOK leaders that if they don’t agree with the terms of the battle that we kill them and their families. The three TOK leaders agreed to the terms. We thought that was it, like we were going to win, and Jay’s vision would be fulfilled. He held all these uplifting peptalks about how our crew was going to be massive, and powerful. How it was going to own many cities and own large territory. It wasn’t WHAT Jay-Crew was saying. It was HOW he said it. He could have been speaking Klingon, and it would have still excited us. It was in the excitement that he himself was exuding with his eyes, gestures, smile, and body language. It was in the tone of his voice. He just oozed excitement, and that ooze was contagious. He talked us into a frenzy and we went to war… gleefully to our own death and destruction. Many years later I would reflect back to this moment and think about what power my old friend and fallen brother had on hundreds of people, to talk them into mindlessly giving up their very lives and future to risk death and harm. What Jay-Crew has is a lost science and art that comes naturally to born leaders.
Everyone in our crew was forced to go out at least ever other night to put up our Letters and write for the crew, or they would get “regulated.” Jay-Crew and the leadership had set up a regulations group that had the duty of beating up noncompliant members. TOK dishonored their agreement and used lethal force. They started doing drive-bies on our people at night when we were out tagging during the war. It had turned ugly. The leadership conspired agianst it’s own people.
Jay-Crew ordered some of his loyal boys to wear ski masks and lynch one of our own Asain members who was a member of one of the Asian gang allies we had. He told them to yell “TOK” when they were lynching him. He then told us girls to tell the asian gang that TOK had lynch one of their boys. It was all done, and the Asian gang entered the war.
People started dying left and right on both sides. Others went to jouvenile hall for a long time. Homes and families were ruined. Our beautiful Hills turn into a war zone. Things were falling apart. Our members left AMBK one by one. Jay-Crew got angry at everyone. He said: Why can’t you guys see what I fucking see?! It takes a little blood to make an empire. We have something good going, don’t let it fucking go… But it was too late.
My parents moved me out of the city for my own good. I wasn’t allowed to have any contact with anyone from that city any more. There wasn’t much I could do back then. I could have run away and lived with friends to continue the war. But I didn’t want to. Our empire was falling, and the vision was dead. Later I would learn that Jay-Crew had been shot, along with the leaders of TOK. Eventually both TOK and AMBK vanished… like a lost civilization, buried in the sands of the Sahara; like they had never existed at all. As if all that vision, dreams, hope, and effort were a waste. And in their place eventually rose new crews to struggle for the same illusions. I didn’t think anything of my experince back then. All I knew is something went wrong somewhere, but I didn’t know what. But an exprience like that, which comes close to threatening your life, sticks with you in the back of your head in a file somewhere, waiting for a later time when you are more mature to understand its esoteric value and the wisdom gained from that experience. There is a time for mindless youthful acts of passionate rebellion – and with maturity, there is a time for reflection of past experiences and cultivation of wisdom.
A few years passes by and thing change inside, and you become a different person. My mom has a great uncle who is an old Theravada Buddhist monk we call Great Grandpa. He was initiated a monk when he was a young man and stayed one forever learning the esoterica of Theravada and the native magick hidden inside his culture (Khmer). During those year when I was out running amok in the streets my mom had asked Great Grandpa for a magick Yan scroll to keep me safe from bullets and harm. These yans are little pieces of orange cloth with secret chants and words written on them in Pali. Great Gandpa has hundreds of “student” who are gangbangers that come to him for these magick scrolls. Great Grandpa is my secret source of insight. He lives in a wat (a temple/monastry) which we often go to to visit him. He’s got all these magickal tattoos on his body that do different things, which looks strange on an 80 year old Buddhist monk.
I was over at the wat with my mom once to keep him company. I asked him about his tattoos that day and what magickal things they did. He pointed to one and said that long ago when he was young back in the old country he was a soldier and him and his friends went to a monk to get magick tattoos to keep them safe during battle. My mom pointed to a different on and asked what it did. He gave his sneaky grin and said: For good luck in gambling. I asked him: Great Grandpa, what kind of a monk has a magick tattoo for gambling? He puffs on his cigarette and slyly says: I wasn’t a monk when I got it grand daughter. Me and my mom badgered him to tell stories of his life before he became a monk. He told my mom: If you think your daughter was bad, I out did her 100 times; and he began to tell.
Me and Great Grandpa had more in common than I realized. Except he killed many people. He used to smuggle drugs with friends across the border back and forth and he had a magick tattoo for that. He smuggled arms too, and had a tattoo for that. He spent money on many hookers once, and had a tattoo or that – to “keep his stamina going.” He was wanted dead by many enemies, and had a tattoo for that – to keep him invisible to enemies. During the Khmer Rouge revolution, when Pol Pot was killing monks, he burned his safron robe and put on the black shirt and pants of the KR and pretended to be one of them to save his life, and he had a tattoo for that – to make everyone round him like him. When he came to the states he was a “businessman” for a while and worked with “bad people” and he had a tattoo for that – prosperity. I told him I wanted a magick tattoo also on my back so I could be rich. But my mom protested, and Great Grandpa said tattoos look ugly on a girl. He gave me a magick gold necklace instead with a claw of a tiger that had a “spirit” inside it. Which was even better than a crummy tattoo anyways, because it was gold jewelry, which I love; and the claw came from a real tiger.
Our conversation with him changed and he asked us (me and my mom) about our life; since he shared his secrets, it was only right that me and my mom share ours. My mom went first. Her’s wasn’t as bad and interesting as Great Grandpa’s, but it was interesting nevertheless to hear your mom share personal secrets anyway. Then it was my turn. I was 19 at the time, so I didn’t have many years of experiences like them two. My mom quickly said to Great Grandpa: She’s worse than me. She takes after you I see. If I didn’t take her out of that school and city she would have either shot somebody or been killed herself. He said: I know, but let her talk, there is something to be learned in the most mundane or bad of experiences.
I shared my life’s story. Which wasn’t much. I actually had only that single episode of my life to talk about, which they both already knew. When I was done sharing, my Great Grandpa said: These gang thing, they are like armies you see… what do armies do grand daughter? I said: They make kingdoms. He asked: And how did your army try to make it’s kingdom? I said: With force, and guns, and threatening the people to follow our vision of what we wanted to make.
He then asked: Having yourself changed from a bad person, to a better person; if I were to go to that young Chloe and threatened you to be a good person or I hurt you, would you genuinely strive to be a better person inside, or would you only pretend to be good on the outside to avoid being harmed grand daughter? I answered him and said: I would only pretend to be good on the outside because I don’t want to be harmed; but inside, nothing has really changed Great Grandpa.
He said to this: That’s right; a person can only change to be genuinely a better person from the inside out if that person desires to be a better person. The thought of being better, makes feeling and desires of being better, and that change of heart, changed your actions; and we judge that change of action and what these new actions give birth to as good and better. Knowing this much about a person’s self determination; can I force utopia on a group of people and expect a true change grand daughter? I said: No; and he asked me why so. I said: Because the idea of a utopia comes from the outside of the group of people and not from their inside.
He said to this: That’s right. Forcing a utopia on a group of people is like building a mansion made of mud bricks. It will only last a while until a storm comes to wash it away. Intimidaing and threatening a people to accept a utopian civilization does not change the people themselves. If people are the building blocks of civilization, and they have not themselves changed inside the civilization which they compose will become as un-utopian as things were. Utopia, like self betterment, happened on the inside of each person, and gradually manifests outside. Utopia isn’t something to be created, it is a becoming. A manifestation of an internal change. A change of mind, a change of heart, a change of action and behavior, which manifests as utopia. Pol Pot, the Khmer Rouge, and the Communist’s ideas of a utopia looked very good on paper, and sounded very beautiful as an idea. Some, like Pol Pot even went so far as to force that vision upon a people, failing to realize that he had notchanged the people themselves. What has become of all their utopias grand daughter? I answered: That didn’t last long, and went back to how things were before.
He said to this: That’s right. Thus grand daughter, on this earth we have two different factions of people, both trying to create a utopian civilization for the betterment of humanity: The Enlightened, and the Unenlightened. The unenlightened uses force and intimidation to cover an unchanged people with their ideas of utopia. The enlightened works slowly to help enlighten each individual person from the inside out so that in time, utopia will evolve from what wisdom they have personally realized. One is temporal, born of bloodshed, and will only last a short while. The other is eternal, born from the wisdom and realization of each of it’s citizens, and manifests effortlessly over time. Which utopia is worth working towards grand daughter? I said: The eternal one Great Grandpa. He said: Yes, helping each person attain their own enlightenment, so that they will, out of their own free will, change themselves to be better people is like magically changing each of those mud brick in that mud mansion into bricks of gold. When all the brick in this mansion have turned to gold, what is then the end product? I said: A golden mansion.
Strange, the things one learns from the most mundane and bad of experiences. What Great Grandpa said that day was just an intellectual lesson. What made this lesson more then intellectual, and emotionally enlightening was my own direct experience I had long ago. It’s a realization or a grasp of wisdom that is hard to put into words. I know that tagging, and gangs have nothing exoterically to do with civilization. But they share the same mechanics. After all what were humanities first civilizations but an organized gang of opertunistic armed people spreading their domination on others – and their own citizens?
It’s not really hard to see what Great Grandpa taught that day out in the real world of global politics. Like Russia and China. These two countries have shapeshifted and changed into different forms so many times. each form run by a different political regime which forced its vision and ideas on an unchanged people. Russia was once an empire, it turned into a Communist republic; then into a democratic republic. In all three of its stages of morphing back and forth from one form to another the people never changed inside, and each form de-evolved into mud. With so much bloodshed, lives, and liberty lost.
China is a great example of a gradual change. Not a change on an macro-political level; but a change which is taking place in each Chinese person. It was once a hardliner Communist nation, but now is is in Communist limbo because it’s people were left to realize for themselves that capitalism makes money, and money means better lives and POWER. And the West (and/or America) is beginning to see that Power manifesting.
Europe is a fine example of a gradual evolution of a civilization from an oppressive one into one that embraces Liberty and Unity. That same Europe 700 years ago was an oppressive civilization where the common person had no rights or liberties. Sure there were revolutions; but what or from where did the passion for such revolutions come? From inside the people themselves, who came to realized in time that they were more then serfs and peasants, that the kings and priests had no true authority, that there was a better way to govern, a better life to be lived, a better kind of civilization. Europe has gradually progressed from a feudally tyrannical civilization, into a union of many cultures, ethinicities, and peoples, all realizing deep inside their own Selves that a civilization that embraces and upholds Liberty and Unity is better. This realization needs no political party to preach. It is a “personal knowing,” and that internal knowing manifests outwards in the way and method we regulate and change our civilization and in the way we treat ourselves and each other to make civilization better.
Imperium, utopia, paradise, or that distant dream of the highest potential of human civilization cannot be forced on humanity. It must be allowed to manifest on it’s own terms, gradually, as each human being strives towards personal improvement. Paradise cannot be born from bloodshed and force if it is one to last long. It is born gradually in each person’s Heart first, and BECOMES.
If Vindex is to come, which faction does he or she belong to: The unenlightened or the enlightened? If Vindex is to establish an Imperium, shall this Imperium be a mansion made of mud, or an eternal golden one? If Vindex is of the second, enlightened faction, utopia beings with Internal Alchemy and already exists in the hearts of each adept. If he or she is of the first faction, then we know what results Vindex will bare, no matter how grand it seems initially, it will rot and de-evolve, and will be a waste of humanity’s time. And that waste of time will cost needled slaughter and bloodshed, all that effort, only to have human civilization revert back to the things were… the way things are now. Because “civilization” is not a “thing” beyond ourselves to be altered and forced into shapes and forms. It is merely the interaction and relationships of many human lives intertwined. Civilization is an illusion – the Great Illusion. You cannot fight to change something that does not exist. What exists is you and I, and the people in our lives, and how we treat one another. If humanity is to strive and reach for that dream of the highest potential of “civilization,” we have but to look inwards, and reach for our Hearts. Of course, there will always be those Magian few who refuse to progress and allow humanity to grow to its full potential. Such individuals act like ship anchors to human progression. If this ship of humanity is to set sail to the stars, this anchor must be cleanly cut off. Sometimes applied force is necessary to exert change in the causal realm; but know where to apply that force.
Many have come before Vindex. Alexander the Great, Ganghis Khan, Pol Pot, Hitler, Lenin, Moa, Che. Nothing they have murdered for has lasted, and nothing they have made compares to what gradually Became in Europe and America. Granted, Europe and America is not perfect; but this is only so because each of its millions of citizens is not yet “perfect.” Pissing into a golden goblet does not turn the urine into wine. Forcing a people into paradise, only insures that paradise will be lost.
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A New Imperium
The Imperium which Vindex will create will be different from previous Empires because it will be a conscious creation: the result of a reasoned, honourable, civilized, approach: that is, it will be based upon honour, and will be the result of the esoteric understanding we have achieved over hundreds, indeed thousands, of years.
This means it will not impose itself by force of arms upon others. Rather, it means it will be composed of thinking warriors who uphold honour and who prefer combat to dishonourable modern war. In particular, it means a federation of countries, or nations, who co-operate together in the pursuit of a numinous goal: not an Empire in the old sense of domination and conquest and occupation.
The old type of Empire belongs in the past: it is unsuitable for an honourable, rational, people. Furthermore, the old type of Empire is founded upon a basic error.
The basic mistake is to believe that war can solve problems or be of benefit. Thus to have war as a political policy is stupid. This mistake about war arises from two things: (1) a lack of perspective, and thus a viewing of events in current rather than historical terms; (2) failing to act in accord with the ethics of honour.
Every old type of Empire has a time of glory; as it has to maintain itself by occupation, war, and repression. Every such Empire declines, and is then destroyed. Sometimes an Empire may last a few decades; sometimes a century or more. Rarely, a few centuries. After the destruction of the Empire, there follows a period of chaos, of barbarism, of regression, with only a few positive attributes of the Empire remaining: some stories of glory, perhaps; or some literature; some monuments, or some technological or scientific achievement. But a great detail is lost.
What applies to an Empire applies to the results of terrestrial wars – such as the occupation of a foreign country after victory in a war or after an invasion. Such occupation may well last for a while: a few years; a decade; several decades. But it will inevitably end, through either a successful uprising (often after several failed attempts) or through the withdrawal of the occupiers, for military, economic, or political reasons, and while some elements of the occupying forces may remain (in terms of their culture, ideas, and so on), a great deal is lost. In the meantime, thousands upon thousands of people have been injured, killed, repressed or dishonourably confined in prisons. Furthermore, it is the honourable right and duty of those under occupation to resist, using lethal force – and to try and take away this right and duty, by making it “illegal”, as all occupying forces do, is dishonourable in itself, the act of the bully, the tyrant. It is also the right of individuals to possess weapons, and one of the many dishonourable things an army of occupation does is make possession of weapons illegal.
This old imperial process is incredibly wasteful, and stupid, because the positive, evolutionary, civilized, changes which Empires sometimes bring can be achieved in not only less wasteful ways but also in ways which can ensure much greater, and longer lasting, evolutionary change.
In brief, imperial conquest and colonialism are short-term solutions: in Aeonic terms – in the timescale of civilizations and Aeons – they are failures, detrimental to the long-term evolution that is required.
In terms of acquiring new living-space – often used as an argument in favour of Empires and conquest and colonialism – the honourable, futuristic solution is the colonization of Outer Space.
In terms of war, the new Imperium – or Stellar Federation or Cosmic Federation or Cosmic Reich or whatever we want to call it – would use force only as a last means of self-defence of its own territory or homeland, or when there needs to be an honourable combat between it and its enemies.
In addition, it needs to be understood that modern warfare is for the most part dishonourable, employing as it does cowardly methods – such as aerial bombing – which an honourable warrior would refuse to use, condone, or accept. The warriors of the new Imperium, the troops of Vindex, will seek honourable combat, a fair fight, rather than impersonal war. Honourable combat means personal fighting between groups of warriors, or armies. It means an end to the dishonour which has blighted armies for hundreds of years. It means a return to civilized treatment of captured or surrendering soldiers – allowing them to retain their honour, and go free. It means a conscious decision – based upon honour – to do only that which is honourable, and which befits an honourable warrior.
Honour, and Learning from History
I give one example of learning from history: NS Germany. One mistake was to initiate a war, and to seek new living-space in already occupied lands.
Of course, war against NS Germany was inevitable – just like the recent war against Iraq was inevitable. In the case of Iraq the cabal spent over ten years – from the time of the Gulf War – trying to starve the people into submission, and destroying the defensive capability of the Iraqi defence forces.
But Germany should have waited, and most certainly not launched offensives in other countries. The cabal would then have to had resorted to invading Germany, which would have taken perhaps a few more years to organize, giving NS Germany more time to create a genuine NS society, and prepare to defend Germany. More alliances should have been saught, and NS exported as a revolutionary creed. Had the cabal invaded Germany, they would have been on dubious moral ground, and effective resistance could have been undertaken against the occupying forces.
The effort that went into the war should have been directed toward building a stronger Germany, and showing, by example, that NS worked. In addition, scientific research should have been undertaken into spacecraft.
But this, of course, is hindsight. What happened, happened. We have to learn the lessons. One lesson is to evolve NS itself – which has been done, based upon the ideal of honour and the vision of a Galactic Empire or Federation, created by a NS homeland which seeks allies among the various peoples and cultures of Earth on the basis of honour and mutual respect (see, for example, the recent writings of Dave Myatt).
In the recent case of Iraq, Saddam should have used that time to find allies, for example Syria and Iran, and done what was necessary to make such an alliance work. Preparation should have gone into creating effective resistance forces. [It may well be that this resistance work was done, judging by recent events in Iraq.]
Conclusion
It is to understood that the policies of Vindex, of the new Imperium, will result primarily from honour, and also from a rational understanding of those forces which have and do shape our history and evolution. In addition, the perspective – the motivation – of Vindex and the new Imperium is futuristic, of centuries, of evolution itself, and not the result of some short-sighted political opportunism or some unconscious instinct or desire.
One purpose of esoteric Orders such as the ONA is to understand these forces and to transmit this understanding via various means, which includes the Grand Master, or Magus, of the Order giving advice based on the esoteric understanding and the wisdom they have achieved.
In essence, the new Imperium will be a practical manifestation of the Law of the New Aeon, which is personal honour. That is, it will be founded by, and maintained by, thinking, honourable, warriors: who themselves will be a new archetype, a new type of human being. These new warriors will not compromise their honour to achieve temporary – and Aeonically worthless – gains.
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