“Enjoy a short rest, better than a long.” – 4th Satanic Point
I used to watch Disney’s Wizard of Oz when I was a little girl. It’s a classic movie about a girl who finds herself someplace that she knows is not home and she learns that some wizard at the end of the yellow brick road can take her home. So she follows that road and along the way she makes companions who walk with her in life, toward that same distant destination. And along the way from time to time Dorothy and her companions will encounter these towns and villages. They’ll go into these towns, look around, pick up some experience points, and they must leave. Because inside Dorothy knows and feels a yearning to be home. And each of her companions have their own different yearnings. That yearning is the pulsations of a restless soul, which ever drives and guides us into new experiences, moving us forward in life. And from that yearning – that restlessness – there is growth and evolution.
There was a time when I got my first job which was right after I had graduated high school. I was working in a large retail store at night, because I wanted to be free during the day to do things.
I got comfortable with my job. It was easy. I read blueprints and schematics, and reset shelves around the whole store. I got a check every two weeks. I had no bills to pay [because my grandparents and parents pays them] so whatever money I made was all spending money. I thought 1200 dollars a month was really nice. 200 for a month of gas, and 500 dollars every two weeks to spend the very day I cashed my check.
So I was thinking to myself: God, what a life. I’m living large. I got my family paying for my car stuff [I had no rent since I was still living with my parents]. My parents gives me an allowance still by seeing every dollar I make [They gave me a dollar for every dollar I made]! I can do my job with my left cerebral lobe missing because it was easy. I can get used to this until I retire pssh!
Then one day the whole world ended. I thought I was going to commit suicide. My parents decided that since I had a job that they’d stop giving me an allowance. Apparently my dad thought that if he and my mom continued to spoil me like that, I’d grow up retarded and incapable of functioning in the real world.
Well, what do you do you know. I got over it. Then I just worked my ass off for three months to get a promotion at work to get more pay. I was proud of myself. Only three months and I became the supervisor of the group that worked on resetting the store.
I found out my job got even easier when you climb the corporate ladder. I got paid more money to just boss people around. I thought to myself: Damn, I can do this forever and just retire when I can legally have my trustfund, what a life!
So there I was, at that same store for a year. By then I had gotten to know all the other employees at the store. I found it really weird when I discovered that at least 12 of the employees there had been there for over 15 years! I had also moved out with Kayla and a few other friends.
I started to party with my roommates, our friends, their friends. Just drinking and barfing on the weekends. It was fun. I ended up being the one that emailed every body cool in our store on our myspaces to parties every weekend. Then every Mondays half the store would be missing because they were all hung over or past out at home. But I always made it to work no matter how sick I was. And I’m a functioning alcoholic.
The Manager had this love hate relationship for me. Steve was his name. Huge guy, maybe over 6 foot tall, looked like Mike Row from Dirty Jobs, and from New York, with this mobster accent.
At work I acted professional and I always tried to go beyond Steve’s expectations. Steve had a really short fuse, and if he explains something once and you say something like: I’m sorry I didn’t understand what you wanted me to do? Or If you did give what you were doing 100% he’d go postal and ransack an aisle throwing things and yelling profanities.
Fortunately for me I’m naturally empathetic, to the point where I could almost read Steve’s mind. He just had to look at me, and I’d walk away knowing what he wanted me to do. Then after I finished he’d come by, look around and nod with approval and say: That’s my Ace.
I had all these spies up in higher ranks than me who parties with us who kept telling me to be very careful because all of management knows I’m the one that emails everybody and throw parties, and management was desperately waiting to mess up somewhere so the can fire me.
But I never messed up or slipped. I was determined not to let management fire me, and I was determined to still fuck the store up by throwing parties every weekend. It turned into this battle of wills. Me against Steve.
Anyways, one day when Steve was in one of his good moods because he had just gotten back from a good game of golf he bought us all coffee and donuts for morning break. He handed me my coffee and told me he wanted to talk to me in his office.
As I was walking behind him, I was going through my analog brain files for anything I could have done to get fired. I quickly pulled up the thought of my family having lawyers and attorneys.
He hands me a donut after we sit and tells me about his day golfing, as if I could get excited over the most boringest sport ever! When Steve talks, he really sounds like a character from an Italian mafia movie. After his speech about the wonders of golf, he says to me: “So, are you comfortable with your job Chloe?”
I said: “Yes, I actually am comfortable.” Steve nods and says: “Being comfortable with anything in life is one step away from quitting. You’re one step away from being a quitter Chloe. You’re shouldn’t be here. You’re far too intelligent of a girl to be comfortable with a menial job like this. Being comfortable with what you have now, means you will never have it in you to accomplish anything better. It means you will never be any better than what you are now. Think about it Chloe. You’ve got all of life and every kind of opportunity floating around outside this piece of shit store, and here you are “comfortable.” You’re no better than anybody else out there, if you cannot find it inside yourself to burn for something more. If those colonialists were all comfortable with their lives before the American Revolution, this country wouldn’t be here today. You’re not fucking my life up. I still get paid even if half the store is called out. They’re fucking their own lives up. At least you can come to work the next day and get your shit done Chloe. But think about whose life your really fucking up being comfortable working here, happy with what you are and what you got. I’m not gunna fire you. If you want to make this store your life, by all means stay and work for some fat cat rich bastard your whole life. You’re going to quit. You know how I know you are? Because I’ve worked with you for a year and I know you’re intelligent enough to understand what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t hate you. I just see wasted potential, and nothing gets me angry more than seeing someone who doesn’t give their job or life all they are worth. This isn’t about a stupid job Chloe. It’s about potential and worth. Go take a 15 minute break.”
I put in my two weeks notice a week later, and from then on I never looked back. I spend my last week at that job looking at the employees there that have been there for 20 years. Out of their ease and comfort with their job, with what they had in life, they never changed or became something or someone greater. They never achieved anything greater. And all they got out of life, was the same stuff they had been getting out of it.
Resting long in one place in life obviously means you aren’t going anywhere. Being comfortable with who you are and content with what you have in life, means you’re not going to become anything better or have more. And many Mundanes out there are fine with this. That’s what makes them Mundane. They are like cattle. As long as you provide cattle with a fence to give them the feeling of security, some entertainment, and sex, they will continue to produce milk and meat without complaining or working for more. The Status Quo and The System love human cattle. It’s the ones that are tired of the shit, who are restless, that are a danger.
And tell me what group of people nowadays are scaring everybody because they are just tried of the shit they’ve been getting? Islam. For a thousand years these Muslims have been subjugated by the West. Ever since the crusades Western powers have invaded and dehumanized these Muslims, and for many centuries they just got used to being controlled and run by the West. After World War One, you had all these Western powers actually taking and cutting up Middle East land for their own power and profit without regard for the indigenous peoples. And those Muslims took it; after all, they were comfortable with it. They did not know any other way to live.
The State of Israel which came into being illegally in 1948 was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The hypocrisy of these Jews, after the Monroe Doctrine had been accepted by the so-called “international community,” expanded beyond what land Great Britain and the Magian Rothchilds had given to them, and they just took more Palestinian land! And America – the country that invented the ridiculous Monroe Doctrine – was the first nation to recognize Israel.
It took a thousand years of being subjugated and being dehumanized and abused, for these Muslims to grow tired of the bullshit. When you have hit rock bottom, you have nowhere to go but up. And these people had finally hit rock bottom. No longer were they comfortable. No longer were they content with what they had in life. There will be no more rest for Islam. A yearning to be their own people, who control their own lives and collective destiny was set a flame at the core of Islam, the day Israel became a nation.
And one day in Iran, one man got tired and restless of how his people had been mistreated and abused by the West. Out of a desire for his own children, progeny, and future people to have something better than what life he lives and witness, he gave himself up as a Martyr. And from that one fateful Martyr in Iran Jihad ignited and spread across Islam and it’s sandy desserts.
That first Martyr wasn’t just a man who offered his own life up. He was a gate way, through which his people could see an alternative – potential – world and a means to acausally, causally, aeonically, and wyrdfully work to manifest it that vision. Thus, from their new found restlessness, is there a becoming and a grasping for their worth and potential as a people.
We’re talking about people living in countries that are mostly barren dessert that are still developing nations far from being technologically advanced, going against a Zionist conglomerate of the most technologically powerful military force on earth. With nothing but passion to free their people and their own bodies, they strike terror with a single blow in the collective mind of the West.
Nothing scares a Nation more than terror. Why? If your Nation were a horse cart being pulled by your people who are stupid horses, and your horses are sacred en mass, your cart is going to topple over. The very foundation, blood, and skeleton of a State is its common citizens and the fragile façade of status quo. This makes the State work.
Everybody goes to school. Everybody gets a job. Everybody elects their leaders. Everybody pays their taxes. And from the generic daily function of the common populous, and with that tax money the state pays its police force and military. If you desire to disrupt a State and destroy it, you don’t go after it’s government, or waste time fighting it’s military. You go for the soft spot, the foundation upon which the State is built on: the populous. One hijacked airplane not only disrupts the business of an airline, but it cripples a whole section of the populous in fear.
Jihad has lifted for us the veil of illusion of a State. We now know that the military might and political power of any State is a flimsy prop: Glamour! And a single Martyr with the passion and numinous compassion for his progeny and people alone can cripple and entire Nation. Just think about what a handful of Martyrs were able to do to the collective morale, psyche, emotions, and psychology of a nation of 300 million people on September 11th. Septempber 11th was the day our own captive eyes awoke to see the glamour of America.
How long will our rest be? How long will our people be comfortable with what we have? Before we realize that we have been bred and raised slaves to the System? Before we realize we are not free? That we have been abused and subjugated? How long will it be before we can see the vision of a better civilization, and realize that it is within our power to reach for it. If only we understood that a long rest, and comfort is quitting and giving up?
The ONA, through Myatt’s insights has given us that vision and have given us the means to labour for that vision. The vision of a better humanity and a better civilization. Not only has Myatt given those of us of the ONA the vision, passion, and means. But he himself, via his own life, gives us an example to follow. That any enemy of an enemy is a friend indeed.
This ONA must learn to understand that such outer forms as the “occult” and “Satanism” is a superficial costume of that which is The Inner/Esoteric Order, which is amorphous and essentially formless. We must understand as Sinister Initiates that holding onto such outer forms, when such outer forms does NOT do us any good to get us closer to that Myattian Vision is an obstacle and wall which is a detriment to our worth and potential. Outer form is only a tool the Sinister Initiate uses to wyrdfully and aeonically materialize Imperium.
Radical Islam is not just a modern heresy the Sinister Initiate of the ONA should learn to shapeshift as. It is a means to our own salvation and Liberation, if the Sinister Initiate understands correctly the essence of the ONA and his lot in life: which is his progeny’s inheritance. Just as you are a slave to The System, so too will your children and descendants be, unless you wake up and realizing your full potential as a Sinister Initiate. If one Martyr of Allah with nothing but his own body, can help manifest Islam’s envisioned Imperium and Liberation from the West, surely then, a Sinister Initiate with knowledge of the Sinister Dialect, and Sinister Cloaking can accomplish much more.
Those racial games of a past era the ONA played are over. Racism today will not ignite a racial holy war to disrupt States and Nations. America has elected a son of African as it’s President. Fear of a different and more sinister kind is the name of the new game. National Socialism was a fun heresy to adopt, and no doubt our people [ONA] have learned much from what experiences our Sinister Order has gained in the past decades. But now the new heresy, ally, and potent tool is Jihad.
It is time to call the Order from their long rest and ignite in them the burning yearnings of a restless soul. It is time we Sinister travelers of this Sinister Way leave the comforts of these munchkin villages of the occult and Satanism behind, to make our way as one legion – together – to Oz.
Chloe 352
Order of Nine Angles
120 yf
