“He who stands atop the highest pyramid of skulls can see the furthest.” – 13th Satanic Point, BBS, ONA
A recent piece about Myatt and his stalker by El Darko Loco of ONA put me into one of my inspirational moods and got my juices flowing… my brain juices that is… semicolon, space, right open parenthesis!
I remember a time when I was in grade school, and in 7th grade, when I was a nerd girl. I guess I was a sort of ugly duckling… ok, no wait… I was cute, but nobody liked me anyways… except for my only two or three friends who were freckled faced, glasses wearing, mouth full of braces girls… like me, minus the freckles.
I remember I used to hate this one girl in during grade school named Kristy. She was some cute blond girl with green eyes that giggled at everything and liked to talk to these boys.
Me and my circle of friends sat in the library during recess and talked about her ass everyday. We’d even end up saying really mean things to her in her face once in a while… and she would run off crying to the teacher or something.
I do admit, making her cry made me feel good inside. Because I hated her… because I envied her. Because it wasn’t fair that nobody even noticed me or remembered my name… but every body noticed her. You either liked Kristy or you talked behind her back.
It got worse in the 7th grade because that’s when you begin to mature from a mere child into a pre-teen with your own evolved personality, sense of fashion, refined social skills… things I didn’t have… things Kristy had.
Every body in our junior high school knew who Kristy was. You just had to say her first name and it’s like there’s only one Kristy in the whole school, and it must be her. Meanwhile you say “Kayla” and people are like – “What? Who?”
Fortunately for me, Satan felt my tribulation. I spent my 7th grade year pupating. When summer break came the good lord (Satan) gave me a good dose of hormones and extra appendages. My braces came off, and my mom and big sister took me to get a real make over! As Mother Nature and my family was working on my body. I was working on my brain.
Back then my dad was an “independent contractor” for a business he and his brothers (my uncles) own. He is very successful at what he does… which is just talk on the phone to build up a reservoir of leads and clients for the business. He also threw lots of house parties at our place where all the neighbors and his business partners came over.
My dad knew everybody in our city. He knew the names of every owner of every little shop. He’d walk in to store by the beach with a smile, and before he even says hi, the owners acknowledge him by name with a smile. So in my pre-teen brain, I figured that maybe my dad was like Kristy, but in the grown up world, out of high school… he was popular.
So one day I told him about my how depressed I was over my problems with school. My dad gave me these two books he had in his library (he knew I like to read) by Dale Carnegie and Norman Vincent Peal respectively. One called “How To Win friends And Influence People,” and the other called “The Power Of Positive Thinking.” Then he gave me a warning.
He said, a group of people are like a group of cows all chewing cud. Everyone looks the same. Everyone has their head down doing their own thing. Once in a while one of those cows will stick it’s head up and smile. Everybody will notice the cow with his head up, and because everybody notices him, the other people will talk about him. That’s being popular…. when people notice you and talk about you. When you’re not popular, nobody will talk about you, because nobody cares to do so. When you become popular, everybody will talk about you. Good talking, and bad talking. If you can emotionally handle the drama that comes with popularity, its a great experience. If you can’t handle the drama of people talk smack about you, spreading rumors, and micromanaging your life, wardrobe, and private life; it will be a nightmare. So think twice, before you stick your head up above the herd.
So I studied those two books, took more pointers from my dad, followed him around to see how he works his social skills… and I hated Kristy so much I was actually obsessed with her enough to morph into her. Meaning that I could recall how she carried herself, how she acted and talked, when and how she did things, and I rehearsed all that in my mind.
When 8th grade came it was like BAM… boobs! Plus a new hairdo and load of social skills and a big smile. Who knew you can make so many new friends just sticking your chest out and saying hi with a smile!
Anyways… It didn’t take me long to start getting invited to parties, and after school hangouts. A few months later I was hanging out with Kristy… who became my best friend… and the other popular kids.
It wasn’t until my freshman year that people started to do the high school drama queen thing with me. All the rumors… she shops at WalMart crap (which isn’t true)… the she stole my boyfriend stuff… she’s a slut (define slut!)… Kayla sucked off the whole football team shit (“whole football team” is an extreme exaggeration)… Kayla has crabs (where are they gunna live, I shaved?)… Kayla has mono (never did)… She worships the devil… she was checking at so-and-so out in the girl’s locker room (tee hee).
There were times when I cried over this stuff. Thank god for my dad, big sister and Kristy. They had been thru things like that before… and I did recall the times when I did the same to Kristy. So I understood why those haters where hating. Because you’re basically on everybody’s mind… and being on everyone’s minds means they will talk about you. Like they talk about and critique a movie they just watch which is on their mind… a tv show they saw… celebrities… politicians.
The mind of most people is not multifunctional, and cannot entertain two thoughts at the same time. In this way, we can see just how significant – psychologically an sociologically – it actually is to haunt and occupy somebody’s mind/awareness.
It’s just logical you see – if you aren’t on people’s minds, you don’t exist in their awareness for them to talk about you. If you are on their minds, you simply exist in their “field of awareness” and so they talk about you.
It’s like tagger crews… which I was into back then. Which tagger crews did your school and friends talk about the most? The ones that got up the most. Simply because their tag and crew letters were so everywhere, it was imprinted in everybody’s field of awareness.
It’s like political parties. Why do most people talk about parties like the Republicans, Democrats, Communists; but not Ross Perot’s Reform party? Simply because Perot’s Reform Party doesn’t have the skills to put itself into the field of awareness of the populous.
It’s like nations. Of all the many nations on earth, why do people talk and give their attention to America, England, Japan, and not Kazakhstan? Because who the hell knows Kazakhstan even exists?!
Even in regards to the ONA, we see this point. If the ONA were a “high school” who in it would be the notorious/popular kids besides Anton Long and maybe Beasty? DarkLogos… Pointy… The Usual Suspects… Kris… and Chloe. Whose got the influence? Same group of people. Whose got the fate and “destiny” of this social order with a strong grip? Same group of people. Whose does the Others talk about? Same group of people. It might be cool to be unknown and in the shadows, but being so comes with a major cost… the cost of Others manifacturing your belief system, your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams, your visions, your life, and what you will do with that safe and unknown life of yours. Think on these things a while.
It’s like our human race itself. Of all the humans that walked this earth since the day our species suddenly appeared 200,000 years ago, why do we talk about only a hand full of humans – Alexander the Great, the Pharaohs, Genghis Khan, Washington, Jefferson, Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Che, Queen Elizabeth, Michael Jackson even and not some Sayid living in the outskirts of Calcutta India? Because such people dedicated their whole short human existence standing out from the sea of human mediocrity and “ho-humness” and managed to leave their permanent mark on our collective field of awareness.
Talk is talk… fame is fame… publicity is publicity…notoriety is just notoriety. It doesn’t matter if people are talking smack… they are still talking about you. You are still on their mind.
How much does it suck to be a loser in life. To be a nobody. Like when you are a nobody nerd in school. Who even knows you? You cease to exist as a person in people’s minds when school is over. People forget your name and who you are the moment you step out side of class. It’s the popular girls and guys that are immortal in school. Even when school is over they are still on your mind and you still talk about them.
People will say that such things as popularity is just teenage high school shit… and that people who are still stuck in that mentality need to grow up, and join the “adult world.”
Is this popularity stuff really the domain of childish high school drama? What if we were to keep all of the high school students and just change the scenery… from a school to a corporate office… to the city… to the Hollywood industry… to the political arena… to the religious arena?
Regardless of the scenery… the environment… the structural surroundings… all of these scenarios has one common denominator – People. Where there is people, there is social order. Where there is social order there is social stratification, structure, class, rank, hierarchy. Where there is social stratification there must be social skills. If there is social skills, the ones that are the most skilled in the art of human interaction and manipulation always moves up to the top of the pile.
It is human nature. It is primal animal nature. Even among the lowly monkey species we still see this social ordering in the groups monkeys exist in. We still see social stratification in the natural hierarchy of the Alpha Male and his secondary males. We still see social skill in how these monkeys groom each other, and the intricate relationships and alliances they forge within their social group. We still see the benefits Mother Nature rewards her socially skilled animals. With such rewards as territory, power, sex, privilege, the chance to pass their genes down to the next generation; and most importantly Influence over the fate and destiny of the group.
It’s the same social game in the human species. In olden tribal times it was the death defiant warrior who protected their people, who conquered new territory, who got all the sex, who passed their noble genes down, who became chieftains. These illustrious, these noble, these notorious, these popular warriors had the power to guide and influence the fate and “destiny” of their tribe and future progeny.
As time progresses the bloodline of these chiefs became Kings and their realm became kingdoms… evolving into Empires. Empires with the might and power to influence and guide the very collective fate and “destiny” of the entire human race. If you doubt the power and privilege of popularity, show me what nation on earth, and what human on earth is not in someway influence or affected by Anglo-Saxon. Not only do those who stand atop the highest pyramid of skulls “see the furthest,” but what dreams and visions they do see becomes the very guiding force of those they are standing on top of.
Anglo-Saxon’s past struggle to climb to the top of the pile of human skulls, has made it’s language, essence, and weltanschauung the the guiding force of the human race. It may seem like an exaggeration… but if you understand aeonics, and see things 5 dimensionally you will understand. English is already the de facto world language. That in itself is significant because each word of any language influences and affects how we as humans see and interpret causal reality. We all now see the world thru the eyes of Anglo-Saxon because of “his” language alone. If such influence continues, tell me what will become of humanity 100… 300 years from now?Such is the power and privilege of refined and applied social skills.
The internet is no different. It is simply a medium in which humans interact. Where there are humans there is social order. Where there is social order, those who have the most refined social skills will climbs to the top of the pile and reap their rewards. In the case of on line businesses, the reward is about a few billion dollars. Being popular pays.
Of all the billions of web pages and websites on the internet, we can only name a handful – the most popular ones… and the rest is lost in a sea of indistinguishable chattering cyber-junk.
When I first came on line with a mission to initiate change and progression in the ONA 1.5 years ago, I was a nobody lost in that sea of cyber-junk. Now people talk shit about me and Chloe… by name. Of all the billions of people on line to talk about and be aware of, I managed to rise above the cyber-junk. With that rise came alliances, social capital, influence, and a strong grip on the fate and destiny of a small group of people.
I’ve only been at the game for a year and a half. David Myatt has been at this much longer. Well before the invention of the internet.
Of all the 60 something million people in England, Myatt rose into the field of awareness of that country. Not only that but he used his skills to raise himself above other crowds of people – National-Socialists, Jihadists, Muslims, Occultists, and Satanists.
You (generally speaking) might talk shit about him and spread rumors… but you’re still talking about him. You might like him or hate him, but he’s in your mind regardless. Of all the 7 billion humans on earth, Myatt haunts your mind by name. That in itself is a remarkable achievement. While your talking and hating, he is influencing and shaping the minds of the next generation. Yeah, it may seem that certain things Myatt was or is involved with seem to contradict social skills… but as they say in gang culture – “It don’t matter if you earn respect or force people to respect you. Either way, they will respect you.” In otherwords, it doesn’t matter how Myatt got into your mind… he’s there and he isn’t going anywhere for a while.
While you spend your waking hour toiling for others, and talking about others, Myatt steady works his craft. When you die, you will melt back into the dust you came from… and in time when even your bleach white skull has disintegrated, and those who once knew you have vanished also – you will be forgotten… as if you have never existed at all – a worthless waste of time and energy to humanity aeonically.
When Myatt dies, he will continue to exist, because he has made his mark on humanity. That mark on humanity is apparent, because we think of him and talk about him… and follow him. That immortality is a rare prize among our species. Many humans have come and gone; perhaps 100 billion; but very few have earned illustrious immortality and eternal influence on the human race. That is the difference between those that talk, and those that are spoken of.
Me and Chloe at one time got fed up with all the shit talking we were getting on the internet and complained to a brother of our Acception. He gave us a quick word of encouragement which kept us going, which we will past onto DM also -
“Worry when they stop talking.” – Jonas of 352
Kayla 352
Order of Nine Angles
120 yf
