I remember when I was little my parents took us on a vacation to visit some relatives up in San Jose. We stayed in one of my cousin’s house. I slept with my cousin Pamela, who is my same age. The boy cousins use to tease her and call her Pamuncula (Pam+Dracula) because she had this weird skin condition where she’d break out in rashes if she stayed in the sun for to long with out long sleeves.
After we had settled in for a few days my uncle and auntie said they would take us to see San Francisco. They asked my parents what they wanted to go see. My dad wanted to go downtown to see the architecture of the buildings for some reason. My mom and auntie (being Asian I guess) just wanted to go to China Town. Great, my uncle said, we’ll drive over the Bridge so the kids can see.
I think back then (I was about 8 or 9) I had only seen a picture of the San Fransisco bridge once somewhere; or it was perhaps a picture on a tv show I once watched. All I knew was that it was red.
So my dad put flowers in my hair and Pam’s and said it’s a tradition to where flowers in your hair when you go to San Fransisco because of some hippy song. And we left. I guess it was exciting; like I couldn’t wait to see the red bridge with my own eyes.
We parked our cars right outside the big red bridge that hogged up the landscape. My eyes opened wide, and there was the usual: Wow. And that was it for me. I was scared of heights, so I refused to walk on it to look over the edge. I close my eyes even when we drive over bridges, because I’m afraid we might fall off of it. Pam was the same way like me, so my auntie stayed behind to watch us since she had seen it plenty.
Then it was time to drive across it to go into the City. Me and Pam were holding each other with our eyes and ears closed, so I didn’t get to see the bridge at all. You girls can open your eyes and ears now, my auntie said. We passed the bridge and I saw our destination ahead of me, which was more awesome and exciting to think about, then a crummy bridge. I looked back, to watch our car drive away from the bridge, and it got smaller and smaller, until I couldn’t see it any more, because the tall building had now hogged up the scenery.
The city was definitely way more cooler to see. All the rolly streets, like hills. The weird people with mohawks and leather jackets, and the forest of tall buildings. It all made you feel very small. Then we entered China Town, which was like going to China itself. Everything was in Chinese and stuff. I had forgotten about the bridge, nor did I really care to recall it.
There was another time when I was slightly older (13). One of my grandmothers (a blood sister of my direct blood granny) gave me a gold necklace with a Jade pendent of Primeda [Goddess-Mother] Gung Im (what the Khmer call Kuan Yin). There were red threads wrapped here and there around the necklace. It was dark green jade, which is the more higher quality kind. It looked like an emerald.
My grandmother put it around my neck as she was whispering something below her breath with her blood red mouth. The old grannies chew betel nut and lime, which turns their spit and teeth blood red. The grandmother said that Gung Im will take care of me, and that she herself had asked for the pendent to be given to me in a dream she had.
She said that it should never be given to a male to touch or wear, or they would get cursed or something. I asked why boys can’t touch it? And the grandmother said because Gung Im is sexist, or that she prefers girls, and dislikes boys.
As she was putting it on me, I saw the back part was wrapped in gold, and it had three English letters on it: TNM. I thought that was strange, because none of the grannies knew English, so I asked her what TNM meant? She said that she will tell me when the time was right. And she gave me a blessing and said for me to go and live life, because it was the only teacher worth learning from.
So I did. I grew older and had my experiences during high school. I tried the drugs, the boyfriends, the sneaking out of the house, all the usual stuff any normal girl would go through. My most memorable experience were the heart ache and heart break of boys using me, boyfriends breaking up with me, whatever. Only because it hurt so bad, and I cried so much over it.
The time came when I was 18 for me to learn what TNM meant. By then the grandmother who gave the necklace to me was very old and in her death bed. The old ones in the family say that we all know when it is our time to go. And the grandmother knew her time was near. I would sit there by her side and listen to her tell me she was going to die in a month or two, even though to me, she looked fine for her age. By her ancient side, I was indoctrinated into her ancient culture.
As I sat there she told me in Khmer that a man is worth only a drop of his sperm, otherwise, men are useless to the female race. That they make only good soldiers and money makers. That out of women comes all of humanity, and through us passes human culture, human civilization, human language, and the hopes and dreams of humanity. That women were like bridges, through which the spirit of humanity passes. And that is all that we really are. Just a means for the future and spirit to pass through, then we die. She said that she learned three words in English, so she could tell me with her own lips what TNM meant, before she died: Trust No Man.
The grandmother passed on two months later, as she had said. It’s strange to have someone you have known and interacted with be gone forever. I thought about what she had told me, and it was true. All she was to us was a bridge, through which passed a spirit – essence – culture; and although she may have died and was no longer with us, what passed through her “lived” with us – inside of us; made us; defined us. And through us; through me, onto my own children and grandchildren, will pass the same ancient tradition.
“Khom [don't] Juer [believe] Sath [animal] Manuss Pros [male human/man]” at that moment in time meant something to me. Because of what I had experienced directly in life, and what I have seen. TNM are three letters I still live by to this day, and to me personally they have value and meaning, and influences my personal life.
I suppose perhaps it was how I was raised and brought up, or how my own culture is, that causes me, or my eyes to look at things differently you see? The person to me is of little importance. What messages passes through the person to me, and if these teaching have value to me are more important.
From time to time a bridge, or living nexion will come and through this person, a message, teaching, culture, tradition, new insight, will be passed.
Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, Thomas Jefferson, Nietzsche, Genghis Khan, Oliver Cromwell, King James, Hitler, Mao, the great Adam Smith. These men have come and gone. It doesn’t even matter if any of these were real or imaginary people any more, because they are all equally non-existent to us now. But during their brief intrusion in this world a message was past, which had meaning to a group of people. Which helped them live their lives and see a better future for their people. Perhaps in life, many scored them, hated them, spread malicious rumors about them, discredit them, and even sought to kill them.
None of these men are really important. No man inspired a people alone by his mere existence. It is the insights and hope he brings and gives to a people who will listen; who will see value in it; and most importantly: a people who will make something real and practical out of what was passed through them. My grandmother who gave me TNM might as well have never existed. She might as well be a figment of my family’s imagination. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I took those three letters, and made something real and practical out of it, which guides my life, and steers me into a direction. It doesn’t matter who or what my grandmother was in life, whether she was a saint or a slut. Something I myself found meaningful passed through her to me.
I find this Western-Occidental way of seeing things odd and immature, this focus on the messenger and not the message. Like dogs staring at it’s master’s finger, rather then what is being pointed at. And even when the occidental eyes have taken notice of the message, they dissect it, and take it apart, to intellectually criticize whatever they can evaluate with their non-empirical intelligence and reasonings. Like swine trampling on pearls. Never considering how hard it is for an oyster to make a pearl, at what lengths the fishermen had to go through physically to retrieve it, and the intrinsic value some people see in it.
And I suppose it’s a cultural thing. It is so easy in the East for religions to get so mixed up into a gumbo that we don’t even bother naming it, or we just call it a single name for the sake of convenience. The teachers who taught it, never really mattered. The “religion” I was raised in may be called Buddhism out of convenience, but it is a gumbo soup of Brahmanism, Hinduism, indigenous animism, Shaivism, Shaktism, Taoism, and now even the teachings of Christianity and Islam have been added to the mix. And nobody cares who made it or where it came from, or if the one the teachings came from was stainless or whatever. If it works – use it to make you a better person. If you see value in it – hold onto it. That’s it.
And to me personally, the ONA is just another addition to my private gumbo soup of insights and practical methodologies. I am more than what was written in ONA manuscripts. More than the memeplexes of Buddhism or whatever. These are merely things I have discovered and found to be useful to myself – which helps me grow and progress.
But in the West you have this stupid inability to empathize. An inability to see the value in something divorced from the bridge that it crossed over from. Protestants and Catholics don’t mix. Jews and Muslims hate each other. Surely Christianity can’t be mixed with Buddhism, because they came from two different people. Hitler is evil, but George Washington is great, even though the amount of native Americans that vanished far exceeds what Jews were slaughtered. The nexions/bridges/people themselves takes central stage. Any message that comes from a social reject must be crazy. And if he isn’t crazy, then make him look crazy.
It’s really odd for me to walk into “ONA world,” and see this Occidental immaturity. The immaturity of not being able to separate the message from the messenger. The teachings and insights from the David Myatt.
All this internet chattering about how the ONA isn’t real. Who cares? Is it valuable and practical to some? All this talk about how the ONA never accomplished its goals. What does that have to do with what practical value it has? All this talk about how: Oh Myatt left the ONA for Islam, or he’s insane. Who cares? I don’t. He could have been a genetically mutated quadriplegic (like Carl Sagan), and it still doesn’t really mean shit. It’s whether what has passed through him (Myatt) or them – Sagan and whoever, has any insightful and practical value to others, and if they can make something (or sense) out of it. Can you make something out of it – said the inventor, to the corporation.
What does it truly matter who Myatt is, what he did in life, what political or religious beliefs he had, what he ate for breakfast? From a chronomorphic perspective; or Five Dimensional, if you will; Myatt is just a glitch in something called: Forever. He will pass away some day, and when he does, it will be as if he never existed at all – especially to the people and generations that will come long after us. From this perspective, it just doesn’t even matter who or what Myatt is. What matters is something passed through him, out of his mind, and into a few other minds. Whatever passed through Myatt into some of us, will continue to exist long after we are gone.
What we should look at, or how I see it, is: does what Myatt/Long teach – that which passed through him – seem to have a practical value? If so let’s put it into practice and see if we can make something out of it. THEN, and only after we have TRIED to make it work in our own personal lives, can we pass Empirical judgment/evaluation.
What does Empirical mean? It means ‘information gained by means of Experience, Experimentation, and Observation.’ It’s the Cornerstone of something we call “Empirical Science.” You see, unless you’ve personally put Myatt’s stuff to use within your own private life, Experienced it, Experimented with it, and personally Observed yourself from direct personal experience that it does or doesn’t work – then you’re just talking shit. Stupid shit at that. Stupid shit here meaning: unscientific and non-empirical.
From where do you make your opinions, notions, idea, and judgments about Myatt, the ONA, and its “Way?” From biased passion you develop from reading shit on the fucking internet? You fucking weakasses. Do you allow internet gibberish, other people’s ideas and opinions control your thoughts, and influence your worldview on things and people? Grow a fucking brain and individual identity. Shit.
You can be as erudite with your intelligence as a scholar with a doctorate but what you know, can never compare to a simple empirical experience and observation I personally had – which mostly remains unwritten. What does erudite mean? It means to be learned in a scholarly, academic way; with emphasis on gaining your information out of books. Book knowledge did not originate from thinking, debating, and philosophizing. It was born at one time from a mind that empirically experience something who gained insights from that experience and experimentation. Only afterwards, was it written down.
How does the erudite intellectualism of a person compare to the empirical realization an ONA Initiate has gained from personal direct experience? You can shove a pile of books by Dr. Gregg or Dr. Phil in my face about relationships; but all of these books combined can’t compare to the unwritten experiences I have had personally with relationships – and what wisdom, insights, and realization I have gained from them.
This ONA isn’t a school where one comes to learn erudite intellectualism. It is a methodology – something meant to be applied empirically. The real value of the ONA is the unwritten wisdom, insights, and realizations each of it’s Initiates have privately gained. It’s stupid to demoralize a pile of ONA manuscripts or the person who wrote them; because those things aren’t “the ONA.” Each Initiate’s private and individual path in life, and what she or he personally – empirically – gains from walking that path is the genuine “ONA.” If you are not me, and have never walked in my shoes, nor know what is unwritten in my heart; then how do you attack and criticize that with your erudite intellectualism and evaluations? Just because the ONA seems to not work “out there” or for other people; doesn’t mean it does not work for me; or that I cannot make something that works out of it.
No-one is perfect. Not even Myatt. He wears glasses – that means he doesn’t even have perfect biological 20/20 vision. That’s the problem with anything that emanates out of the mind of one mind – it inherits both the strengths and weaknesses of that parent mind. You understand? You have to have it in you as a mature human being, with intelligence to understand this. That we all have mental, emotional, psychological, strengths and weaknesses, which are uniquely our own. And that what comes out of the mind /mouth of an individual – no mater who they are – will always inherit those strengths and weaknesses by default. Once you understand that, you can then supplement – compliment your own personal strengths to equalize the inherent weaknesses – that’s called EVOLUTION.
It’s how nature/life works over a period of causal time. An animal is tossed out into the natural arena to live and be tested in the real world; and over time, nature works out the bugs – and here we are. The ONA is like that hypothetical animal. Myatt made a primordial ONA and tossed it out into the real world. As a “living entity” it will make mistakes; it will fail here and there; but from these mistakes and failures, it learns to work out it’s bugs. It will adapt, and through those adaptations there is growth – progression.
What maybe strengths and strong points about the ONA within context to one time frame, might not always be strengths in another. But how can we know? By applying it, experimenting with it, and testing it. Thus, over a period of time we gain an understanding of what parts of the ONA becomes weak and ineffective. We fade out or tone down those parts for a latter era when it might be useful, and bring in or phase up more effective points.
But whether the ONA is effective out in the big real world is not the real matter or why the ONA exists. The matter and question is: Does it work for you as an individual person? Can you personally make something out of it? Do you see value in it? If applied in your private life, does it make you a better person. Does it help you master yourself and your life? That should be all that matters to you about the ONA. Because aeonically, it is through you – the individual initiate – that the ONA passes into the future. It is through you that the ONA evolves and becomes more effective.
Everything else is just crap and shit talk. What does it matter to me as my own person if another Initiate of the ONA seems incompetent with his ONA? It just means that he wasn’t an effective bridge for the Dark to cross through. Let it go and focus on yourself. If you feel the ONA doesn’t work, make it work for your own self. If you think it doesn’t exist, make it exist to you. No-one else matters. Others don’t fit into the fundamental equation of the ONA. It wasn’t really designed to be an organized, structured organization. It’s a private, individualistic endeavour. There will always be the many weak asses who will claim ONA that might give it a bad rep, due to the fact that ONA MSS is generically available to any semi-literate creature. But they don’t have anything to do with YOUR personal ONA. It’s about you as an evolving person. Your private internal alchemy. The people you may pass it and teach it to. If you would just focus on your own self, rather than on Myatt or Others, the ONA – in time – will work. It will in time – aeonically – accomplish it’s long term goals. It’s a matter of time, keeping up with time, and adapting to the changes time brings. Progress or die.
As an individual person – me, myself, and I – the ONA has personal meaning and value; as do many other things. I could careless if the ONA was just a joke Myatt made up one day because he was bored. It doesn’t matter to me. Because I personally see something in it. I apply it’s principles and methodology in my own personal life, and it works for me and me alone – I made something out of it. If it wasn’t real, I can make it real in time – through me, as it passes through me to my close friends, and my children.
Who knows, maybe its being a girl is what makes me see things differently? When boys buy toys, they buy toys that comes as is. Like Tonka trucks, or whatever they play with; G.I. Joe figurines. When something breaks or the toy doesn’t seem to work on par anymore, they dislike it and abuse it, and throw it away. Like the religions and politics they play with comes as is – already made in one piece. And if it doesn’t work it is abused, dislikes, soiled, and thrown away.
We girls play with dolls. If one day one of my dolls isn’t up to par, I just change her outfit – her outer appearance to match how I feel inside. We get emotionally attached to our personal things, even if they are old and not working – we just make something new out of it. I guess that’s what I like about the ONA – it’s like a doll you can dress up. Unlike those other religious institutions, which comes in one ‘already made’ piece. Or maybe that’s just how I see and use the ONA in my own personal life. And it works for me.
Those of us of the ONA, know it has, over the 30-40 years of it’s existence, achieved many accomplishments. It has actually influenced many people and has changed the “face” of profane Satanism. Those times are gone now. But can we see or admit that the ONA may not have done well in other ventures and endeavours? If not; if we are in denial; then we will never be able to see our own weaknesses to evolve the ONA, to make it relevant for a future age and people. With each new era comes new challenges which we as individual people, families, cities, states, corporations, must face and adapt to – the ONA is no different.
You cannot look at the ONA with your localized time goggles on. That’s like looking at the primordial apes we came from that went extinct and saying they failed as a species. The fact that they don’t exist anymore, and that we have taken their place attests to their evolutionary triumph against competition with all those other protohumanoids like Neanderthalis. It’s like looking back at your teenage years and saying you are a total failure in life because you made a few mistakes, and did a few stupid shit things. That’s not how things work “Five Dimensionally.” You learned from your past mistakes, and from the experience those stupid things you did brought, you became wiser – which make you who you are today as a living – progressing entity.
The only thing that should matter to those of us that resonate with the ONA is: does it have value and meaning to you? And can you make something out of it? If not – move along. If yes – Try. Don’t let this shit talking from outsiders and some confused “insiders” keep you as an independent, intelligent, mature human being, prevent you from trying to put the Sinister Seven Fold Way into practical use for yourself and your own private life. Understand that it’s not perfect, and that it was intended for you to add your own personal strengths to it.
The ONA, like any living thing, is not – and can never be – a finished product. It is a becoming – a verb. As you are a becoming – a happening – an event in progress.
Myatt no longer has anything to do with what we know of as the ONA. He stopped having anything to do with it, the minute it left his head. In the same way the Atom Bomb is to Einstein. Einstein may have conceived of the equation: e=mc2; but that equation fell into the hands of the likes of Oppenheimer, and warlords, and it evolved – on it’s own terms – into something that really has nothing to do with the original mind that gestated that seed thought (the equation). Although, to many of us, Myatt will always be known as the genius composer; through whose mind; the ONA came into existence as a system of practical apprehention of personal emprical wisdom.
It doesn’t matter if Einstein and Oppenheimer were Jews, Nazis, Muslims, or crack heads. They were all just vehicles through which something acausal (the seed thought-form) passed through into our world which – through other vehicles evolved into all the nuclear arsenal we now have armed ourselves with as a species – all for a future reason and purpose – a reason which transcends the confines of localized time and localized awareness.
When we learn to transcend localized time perception, and see things from a chronomorphic – or Aeonic – angle of perception, we begin to understand that “things” come into existence in what we term “the past,” to affect what we term “the future” for reasons. And if we look very close, we will see that the future reason is always us as a species, in some way.
Benjamin Franklin flying his kite in a lightning storm wasn’t just a localized event. It is an “acausal intrusion” which evolve – which is – the light bulb which is on in your room and the computer you are using. The tar the Romans “discovered” which was later used to seal the bellies of ships wasn’t a localized event. It was an “aeonic” “exoscalar” [meaning outside of time] “entity/event” which became – which is the fuel that brought our human race to the surface of the moon, and which made landing rovers on Mars possible.
Even what we term “religion” isn’t what it appears to be Aeonically. The thought-form which germinated into Christianity wasn’t a localized event. christianity wasn’t just a Roman cult. It was/is aeonically – a civilization – a civilization which gave birth to modern Europe and America.
Karl Marx didn’t just write a book of his opinions. Through him as a nexion, virtually/literally – from an Aenic perspective – passed the USSR, China, and all Communist republics. Without whom, we would have never had the competition/insentive to cause us to go to the moon.
If we – those of us who honestly understand, or try to understand, Myatt’s mind and these concepts he issued forth – truly understand what Myatt actually taught; what passed through him; then we cannot localize the ONA and condemn him or it [ONA] as not having accomplished much, or even being a failure.
What is the ONA Aeonically? What future “thing” passed through Myatt? And what are we to this seed-thought, but hosts and vehicles to give it life, so it can make it’s way to that future time?
Myatt didn’t fail anything; if we try to understand his writings from his point of view. He did what he set out to do and moved on – he wrote manuscripts and established the seed-thought of the ONA. That’s it. Those fertile minds that resonated with those manuscripts germinated that seed-thought into the ONA. If the ONA failed anything, it’s not anyone’s fault, but the fault and incompetence; or inexperience; of the people who make up the body/corpus of the ONA themselves. In other words: if the ONA sucks, it’s because you/we suck. Myatt has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that we suck ass. He’s done and moved on.
Whose fault is it really if we would rather be internet jocks rather than throw molotov cocktails at Jews or the Magian? Myatt’s? The inanimate teachings of ONA MSS? No, it’s our own incompetence, or half-ass nature that is to blame. Only when we ourselves come to an understanding that we suck ass, can we fix ourselves – IF such an issue exists. Then we can make something out of what we have inherited – or what we are hosts to. But as I stated up there somewhere – we cannot view this ONA from a localize perspective and judge it based on a single frame of its overall existence.
This ONA is still becoming – it will always be in the process of becoming – as all living things in nature are. It becomes through us, and those we pass it onto. As it became out of Myatt, and was passed to us. In the end, we are all just bridges for it’s crossing… this Dark.
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