Foreword

I made a bargain with the author and for that reason he shall remain nameless. I am also unaware of whether he had family but assume that he did. Out of respect for them also he shall remain nameless. He was a self-educated man in his early to mid-forties. His cocky swagger hid real fears – fears that took time and trust to surface. For the short time I knew him he lived in Sydney’s western suburbs.

He came to me because of my reputation as an authority on international Satanism and the Left-Hand Path. We met through the ‘Scott’ he refers to in his notes; and these are very much notes. He told me that at times he was carrying a voice activated pen recorder with him and this is illustrated by the quotations that illuminate his work. I do not know what happened to his pen recorder. It is not in my possession.

He left me these notes in a cheap, light green UBS Flash Drive wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. They arrived by Australia Post overnight courier. There was also a suicide note in a wax-stamp-sealed envelope. Out of respect for him I burnt it. I was notified of his death two days later by ‘Scott’. His notes have merely been edited by me. I am responsible for the use of capitalisation, minor deletions and some punctuation. The material that appears in square parentheses are my notes. Some details and names have been removed but only on account of defamation laws, of which Australia’s are some of the more regressive.

I can’t verify many of the details which appear within this material. What I can verify is that Australia is the centre of international Satanism and has been since I started researching back in the early 1990s. That was when I first came across the name Mr. Petor Narsagonan Esq. He was also known as (Sir) Francis Hobjak, Isaiah Wainwright, Michael Gray and other names. The experiences here related add depth to those of the late Messrs. Narsagonan and Fozdyke.

The true life story of Norman Lindsay has yet to be written. I know that he was an evil genius and a brilliant magician. He appears in the top echelons of all the Satanists who have ever been. All Alpha Lodge and kindred traditions know of him and his sorceries. A lot of his art work, particularly his sculptures and paintings, are littered with Left-Hand Path and magical symbolism. But I have forgone using this book as a vehicle for my own research. I could have added voluminous end-notes on Norman Lindsay and Dr. Stephen Ward. I spoke to some people in London back twenty years ago, but I have been taught to be cautious.

By the time I became involved with the author it was apparent that lines had been crossed. Even he knew that. I saw him for the last time less than a week before he died. At that time I noticed he was weathered and tense. He told me that he had concerns. I now know that he was concealing very real apprehensions. The Alpha Lodge is not to be messed with. The Alpha Lodge in Sydney, Australia is the primary one where decisions are made. That much I knew before I met the the author. Perhaps one day I’ll compile and publish my own research, such as it is.

My studies in international Satanism and its culture have taken me to some strange places over the years, but none as vividly evil as the incidents described here. I’ve long known that Sydney’s Northern suburbs are riddled with Satanists. I imagine that is where the author had some of his experiences.

The scant material concerning The Epistle of Matthias is of interest, at least to me. But again, this Epistle appears unknown. Perhaps the author misunderstood the title. That said, my research into other areas of Luciferian activity suggests that a book known as The Gospel of Matthias was obtained in late 1979 to early 1980. A lot happened around that time under the direction of Narsagonan. It is also obvious that the Order of Nine Angles must have used what they were given from the Matthias scripture regarding the prophecies of ‘The Vindex’; although strangely not ‘The Usher of Desecration’. I have amended the misspelt ‘Windex’ to ‘Vindex’. When spoken the name sounds like Windex but is in fact spelt ‘Vindex’.

Finally, the Internet Confessions which caused the incidents recorded here and the author’s death remain perplexing for any number of reasons. The only person to have made any money from the Confessions was David Icke, who published the full fifteen pages as an Appendix in Human Race Get Off Your Knees and gave interviews and an international lecture tour which made use of that material. Some of his interviews are available on the Internet.

David Icke is alone in his ability to track down, unearth and interlink many of the darker parts of what is extra-normal phenomena while explaining the covert interests and overt propaganda that are the hallmarks and foundation of the New World Order. But for him, perhaps the events outlined herein and these notes would not have been published.

David Icke foresaw. Few listened.

I also thank both Arthur Cristian and Henry Makow for bringing the material to the public’s attention. What follows is definitely the result of their work.

Dr. Ichabod Pinkerton

Newcastle, N.S.W. Australia

My Satanic Confession

I was between engagements. Had some time on my hands. The hours were hanging heavy when I came across an article via the Internet about Satanism and Australian Satanism in particular. Satanism wasn’t a special interest of mine at the time, but I was doing nothing else. Perhaps because I was inadvertently bored I became involved. As I look back all that seems like years ago.

By way of background the initial Internet stories are reproduced. Over time, spasmodically; more material has appeared. That material has also been reproduced here. But it was the initial Explosive Deathbed Confession that intrigued me. It was the cold sophistication and flippant callousness; plus the cautiously calculated truth and lies that intrigued me. And the deathbed story itself. A cold old man facing eternity: defiant and proud!

I know now that Satanism is flourishing. I’ve attended Satanic Black Masses. I’ve seen and been implicated in things of which I will not disclose. That’s the nature of the darkness that pervades Sydney, New South Wales; Australia. It’s there! Aloysius Fozdyke wasn’t lying about that. The spiritual sickness that he described in his Confessions, whilst looking death and the hereafter in the eye; continues to blossom. Satanism in Australia is a twisted, flourishing history of spiritual dissent and perversion. The subterranean culture of the dark path stands testament to an ancient tradition never quite lost by time.

I met some people, but never the illustrious Aloysius James Fozdyke. I met doctors, lawyers, private investigators, escorts, S&M mistresses, pastors, police officers, media and fashion luminaries, business men and women, transsexuals, whores of both sexes and no doubt the sadistic child torturers and killers amongst them. My impressions, and that’s all these are; are that the female adherents are the cruellest, particularly with children. I saw some DVDs. I wish I never had. The practitioners were masked. The memories of little children screaming in agony, the sobbing tears, vomit, pleas and debasement of the lifeless, little corpses are indelible. A lot of the snuff and pornography I was shown involved toilet themes. Coprophagy and urolagnia were constants, reinterpreted in numerous ways. I never saw any bestiality but I saw babies smothered with body wastes. One female after the other would do her thing, slowly filling up the glass tank and drowning the tethered babe in excrement. One movie I saw I think I counted about thirty. All filmed while drowning a tot in human refuse.

Satanists in Sydney, Australia, come from all levels of society. I imagine that this is the case internationally. The interiors of some of the places I’ve seen! And their Satanic chapels. The wealth and style, particularly restrained Art Deco. I’ve also glimpsed the street kids who are used, abused and sacrificed. I was told that snuff films are made of these sickening events and that Russia also supplies the child snuff DVD market. I learnt a lot in a very short time. Maybe I know what it’s like to be groomed by psychopaths. Semen was extremely important, as was blood: both menstrual and from a tortured victim.

Prior to the 1970s the secluded suburb of Sydney’s Summer Hill was extensively used by Satanists. They conducted their affairs there; had property and businesses. At least that’s what I managed to glean. Since the early 1970s they appear to have become more geographically diverse. Apparently Sydney has some very covert Satanic architecture and they now favour these, often inner city places: terrace houses and the like. If the late Peter Narsagonan ever had a city apartment, I don’t think I ever saw it. They are still into the prostitution business (mainly for debasement and blackmail, with a number of politicians on their books) but make their money from other things, like the stock markets, drugs and banking. They are heavily into silver and silver mining.

Australia’s Global Satanic Legacy And Future (Pt. 1)

By Frater 616

I will go down to The Altars in Hell

To Satan

The Giver of Life

O! Prince of Darkness

Hear Me!

Our Father which wert in heaven

Hallowed be Thy Name

In heaven as it is on Earth.

Give us this day our Ecstasy

And deliver us to evil

As well as temptation

For we are your Kingdom

For Aeons and Aeons.

Satanism flourishes beneath the scintillating midnight-blue wet streets and bedevilling phosphorescent lights of Australia’s glittering capital cities. Its practitioners are from all walks of life. Although marginal types and those with predisposing personalities have always and will always be important to Satanism and its leaders’ ends, they are merely tools. Their antinomian influence is now so pervasive as not to be readily noticed.

Amongst the highest echelons some are politicians, medical doctors, high ranking police officers, lawyers, advertising gurus, decorated military men, media personalities, fashion models and social workers. Amongst the lowest (usually temporary) ranks are prostitutes, minor drug dealers and a number of High School students. Some operate from the mists. Their victims are drip-fed straight amnesia by an assortment of mind control measures and psychological torture tactics that would leave any normal person numb with the dawning apprehension that things are not as they seem – and they have not been for a long, long time.

The most talented amongst them have lifestyles maintained on crime, but lacquered with a thin veneer of respectable professionalism and knowledge.

They dress with elegance – timeless and calculating; networking and conspiring in a dream that money alone cannot purchase. Often their personalities have a force that distorts the contours both of judgement and of everyday perception. I cannot mention every name, but I will drop enough clues. The doctors refuse to say exactly how long I have but…

I became involved in the whole sordid business in the 1970’s, a decade noted for little beyond sartorial bad taste and crushingly optimistic fatalism. The decade that began as a drug-crazed carry-over of the 1960’s soon bequeathed androgynous glam-rock, the Watergate scandal and the shallow opportunism of “Rollerball”. Science fictionism stalked the streets with a rejected furtiveness bred of cowering beneath the backdrop of the Cold War and dancing with the resurrected agonies of another Asian based imperialistic conflict.

I fell through a crack in reality, having deliriously wandered amid the human wreckage and reached certain spiritual conclusions. In short, I do not know how I got there, but I know why. The 1970s were a dismal, incense-fuelled time that only those who lived through it can appreciate. The comprehensive dismissal of values and the adoption of pornography as the aesthetic standard by which all endeavour was to be categorised left its impressionistic fingerprints on everybody’s imagination, mine included. I guess that I analysed and reacted differently. That is how I escaped the mundane – through one of western society’s fault lines.

Credo quia absurdum!

I began dabbling in the black arts as an alienated university student. It was 1971 when I attended my first meeting – only to be led into an existence of happiness, sexual excess, acquisitive arousal and comfort. Within a week of meeting my Luciferian mentor I was operating a number of travel businesses in Sydney and flying to international destinations at least four times a year. I had a Jaguar, city apartment, holiday home in the country, access to a yacht on Sydney harbour and women. I was young and considered to be an up and coming star within the shadowy twilight of the Satanic infrastructure. The nether world was at my patent leather-soled feet. My suits were hand-make Italian; the cravats and neckties, Chinese silk and my nymphomaniac maids, French. (They dressed like French maids and would often wake me with a lesbian show.)

At that time the United States based Church of Satan was the very public face of a movement that had begun almost a century before and had culled its adherents from the renaissance of magic, which had begun in Germany and flowered in England since the dying years of the nineteenth century. The Church of Satan was one of the front organizations for an ancient body whose very existence had never before been imagined. If you want more information on some of its past and most influential members you could do worse than study the late J.P. Morgan, Drs. James McDonald and René Hardy, the Kennedy’s (including Jackie), Irving Berlin, Groucho Marx, Elvis Presley, Garner Ted Armstrong, Sammy Davis Jr., Ronald Reagan, Edward Heath, Thomas Plantard de Saint-Claire or a search amongst the bushes.

I learnt and reflected the glamour of the black arts: divination, dark meditation, sacrifice, sexual vampirism, talismans, voodoo dolls and sex magic. My life was one of calculated excess and dazzling fulfilment. I smoked handmade Partagas Cuban cigars. I had a personal secretary who was happy to engage my every whim and find like-minded others if I wanted a change or had a colleague I needed to impress. I finished every day with a restaurant meal, bottle of French Champagne and Black Mass orgy of unforgettable and unspeakable delight.

The streets were more innocent, the people more naïve. The American Intelligence Services were still involved in funding the occult but their influence was more ingratiating than dictatorial. In any event, many of America’s high ranking military men were members of various Satanic Lodges or kindred organizations. Often sensitive materials and powerful figures – who operated from the comfort, safety and anonymity of the dark velvet shadows – were transported on U.S. and Australian Navy ships. Oil tankers were another favourite. Materials (and indeed, people) have been concealed and lost on oil tankers for years. Remember, this was in the Seventies when America’s organized crime syndicates were establishing the narcotics markets of the Western World, Australia included.

I knew her as Lilith, a High Priestess of an ultra-secretive Black Order of Typhon. Hers was the easy smile of a true neurotic and the body of an Angel. Her long cruel fingernails were enamelled in the chic and expensive titillations of her victims and their fantasies. Urolagnists worshipped at her feet and obeyed her every sadistic command. They were not the only ones. Her clientele included the top-end of town and she frequented the boardrooms and bathrooms of power with an essence of mystery, wealth and alluring sluttiness that won her the attention and influence of very many.

I had first met her at a stately home in an inner Sydney suburb at one of the regular Black Masses held to strengthen the bonds of lust, occult knowledge and perversion. There she was indulging the Devil’s faithful, teaching and being videoed for the 1970’s black-market that existed in underground extreme porn: bestiality, paedophilia, body wastes and pain. After her services “to the Dark Lord” she told me over a reefer and through exhaustion that she was only seventeen and had met the Master. He had given her a mission.

Lilith was a child from one of Sydney’s more self-conscious suburbs. Private school educated and with a future in her father’s business, she sacrificed herself to help establish what is considered today, by those in the know, to be the most powerful and important Satanic organization in the world. That group comprises some of the most educated, wealthy, corrupt and corrupting people that have ever existed. And they operate out of Sydney, Australia – but their influence is international.

It transpired that she had been flown to the United States to be tutored and initiated into what was at that time, Anton La Vey’s underground Satanic sisterhood of professional women with an aptitude for carnality and a conscience to match: the Ordo Cave Lupam. Her high school teacher – an Adept in the Black Arts – had spotted Lilith while she was still only a schoolgirl. Like all Satanists, he believed that truth and salvation could be found through the exploration of repressed human needs; that pornography gave joy and joy gave strength. Through his dedication and perverse ability he had secured her co-operation to begin her new education for her assigned task of political intrigue and influential debasement.

After completing her ‘education’ with the O.C.L. Lilith was tutored by an English gentleman who I knew as Pindar. I never met him but I worship the true father of the statutory heir. His were the ‘Irish’ mysteries of degradation and when his name was ever mentioned Lilith would often laughingly sing, ‘…the rosy red cheeks of the little children’.

Lilith procured children to satiate the debased lusts of many Satanists. These were taken from single girls by promises, for a fee or occasionally, simple stolen. Babies were bred for their various purposes by ‘Broodmares’ – young unemployed girls who were paid to hand over their ‘produce’. Sometimes this magical pornography was filmed; sometimes children died. Once you have seen a young child crucified or a baby kicked to death you are and can never be the same again. The most disturbing aspect of the Black Masses held in Sydney was and remains the ease with which victims were and continue to be obtained and the lack of any effective interest by the police (although a number of Police Commissioners from various States were members of the Order). This is not to suggest that Satanists are simply perverts or child killers.

The Alpha-Lodge to which I was a member placed a great deal of emphasis upon Magic, both in theory and practice. Demons were evoked and dispatched; sigils made and sacrifice and the letting of blood encouraged. In this regard, many who bask in their own limited knowledge believe that Aleister Crowley is the father of modern manifestations of Satanism, but this is incorrect. Perhaps Crowley is the grandfather of modern left hand path groups, but their stepfather is Peter James Carroll, the founder of the Chaos Magick School. There are a number of reasons for this and the various Black Lodges within Australia have developed from their early twentieth century reliance upon recruiting from fringe Masonic groups, through High Magick in the nineteen twenties, Low Magick in the nineteen sixties and seventies to their current prospective candidates from amongst Chaos Magick practitioners (who are generally young, ambitious, enthusiastic, energetic and destined by their lifestyle choices to the shadowy world of Satanism).

A number of up-market Escort agencies in Australia and elsewhere are operated by Black Magicians. Yet brothels and pornography comprise only a small financial part of the International Satanic Empire. Most of the money comes from drugs (the C.I.A.), sophisticated blackmail, money lending and currency trading. Satanists of the highest order are behind a number of wealthy Conservative, New Right Christian Churches and organizations in America. These are some of contemporary Satanism’s best cash-flow enterprises (mostly indirectly) and allow mass indoctrination and networking.

The aim of the Alpha Lodge remains illiteracy rates in the western world of at least sixty-six percent by 2010 and the destruction of at least seventy percent of the globe’s population by the year 2030. All governments count on their sheeple to respond in typical infantile fashions, including unconsciously identifying with a more powerful force – even if it enslaves, brutalizes and humiliates them. Most Australians perform so badly in the role of adult that they rarely achieve complete satisfaction from this process. It is the weak who must tell you they are strong. In this regard, the infiltration of the United Nations by Satanists – which began in the 1970s – has paid off extremely well already, as has the career of Henry Kissinger. It was Henry Kissinger who preposed the use of fundamentalist Christianity to bring about war, firstly in the Middle East and then globally. In this he was aided by a number of American Presidents subsequent to Richard Millhouse Nixon handing over the reins to Gerald Ford – who was always one of ours!

As the Headquarters of International Satanism is Sydney, Australia it is not surprising to learn that Norman Lindsay – a former Magus of the Order – is considered a Satanic Saint. Indeed there are a number of flourishing secret shrines dedicated to him and his memory throughout Australia and the United Kingdom. Every Equinox there are human sacrifices dedicated to him and the subtle but perverted influence his painting and children’s literature continues to have. (Similar shrines exist in America under Henry Kissinger’s authority but he has altered both the structure and subtle ethos of the American Alpha Lodge Shrines.) It was Lindsay who taught that every political solution leads to more complex and involuted problems.

He counselled that the public is not concerned with satanic manipulators but only with petty criminals and little issues which affect their insignificant lives directly. As the status quo is maintained by the masses, it gets heavier the deeper it sinks and the greater its fears. The people cannot succeed or achieve and so must sink deeper and hold on more strongly! The fact that for most people the days repeat endlessly until death relieves them speaks volumes about the (sub-) human condition!

Kissinger refined Hitler’s ‘Terror Technique’ into the more subtle and powerful ‘Tension Technique’: building tension in society and then finding a scapegoat. Dark Path adepts do this in insignificant ways until they have the power and ability to move and direct people to more gross and hideous behaviours. In Australia recently, the Business Activity Statement for taxation purposes and the ‘immigration debate’ have worked exceptionally well. The ‘War on Terror’ has also been of incalculable international influence (even more so than La Vey’s Satanic Bible continues to be). The rhetorical façade for George’s Presidency may be Christian, but the plan is otherwise! (And for all of the new arrangements the sheeple have adopted, it was still safer to walk the streets in the Second World War than it is now. This is true of all the capital cities of the combatant nations.)

If you doubt the influence of Satanism in the modern world consider the following issues: According to the World Bank, Australia is the wealthiest (or second wealthiest, after South Africa) nation on Earth. No one knows the full extent of Australia’s natural resources and yet the living standards of Australians is getting worse each year and while Australians are amongst the most highly taxed people in the world we are quickly heading towards third world nation status. Who owns and controls the Reserve Bank of Australia (hint, it is the same people who own the American Federal Reserve and the Bank of England)?

Why do overseas-owned companies pay so little taxation in Australia and why does the Australian government (of whichever political persuasion) allow overseas mining conglomerates to rape our environment and give Australians back next to nothing in return?

Why was fluoride put into Australia’s water supply and why is it impossible to have it removed?

Are you seeing a pattern here?

Why is the media of the ‘Free World’ so heavily controlled and their shamefaced relationship to government so symbiotic?

Why have the educational standards of the Western World been forced to ‘dumb down’ (a process accelerated in the 1980s by both Spielberg and Lucas at the instigation of the Australian Alpha Lodge)?

Why has multiculturalism been foisted upon the ‘First’ World (with the exception of Japan)?

And who was behind the September the 11th operation?

Which country’s ‘Intelligence Agency’ supplied the W.M.D. story which ‘caused’ the Iraq invasion? (Hint, it was not a Christian or Islamic nation)

The fact is that Alpha Lodge politicians (or political advisors) appreciate that if they pretend to respect the rights of sheeple and fain interest in their concerns, even though most realise that this is a ruse, they will go along with the programmes and policies because it is the line of least resistance. The democratic process allows them to express some of their frustrations, reduces the pain of their pent up depression and aggression while ensuring that nothing changes. You can see the same Representative Democracy political system everywhere it has been implemented.

Sheeple always use reason and logic to justify their whims, so the Alpha Lodge initiate is taught to speak in moderation while convincingly offering miracles. It is only a matter of waiting for the media to generate the slogan that ‘the government should do something’ and the governments – everywhere and of all political persuasions – always will.

Australian Satanists have always been at the forefront of high quality videos and D.V.D.s devoted to ‘kiddie-porn’. Sheeple are such that although they scream about the importance of ‘justice’, it is of no interest unless they are in some way harmed! Their morality is that of the herd, for the more that sheeple feel isolated yet together, the easier it is for Satanists to reign. Provide the subjects with the forbidden and they feel fragmented, weak, guilty and often worthless – all of which the Master Satanist employs for their own ends. In Australian produced paedophile entertainment certain Avon guard features predominate: sexual frenzy, degrading treatment, filth, coprophilia, torture, rape and death.

All of this is carefully crafted and augmented by aphrodisiacs and violence. Often the women involved are far worse than the men – little boys agonised by the cruel fingers, long tapered fingernails, teeth, cigarettes and perversions of ravishingly beautiful and debased female practitioners who are without restraint and have been maddened with heartless pride. Genital torture and castration are a constant theme. I will never forget the heartfelt sobs, desperate pleas, blood, tears and screams induced in many little boys by the agonizing use of alligator-clips, the application of the strap, whip, dildo, knee and the torment of electric shock!

Often Satanists advertise in free youth culture Street newspapers. This provides them with a constant supply of young teenage hopefuls to recruit or exploit (or both). Often Street-kids are taken in, used and discarded. It is only another missing teenager! Coffee shops, city entertainment complexes and even evangelical youth based churches are still used to this day to lure the innocent and not so innocent, their hearts full of broken dreams from broken homes. (Thank you Lionel.)

Often members who have reached a certain Grade, whose task and Ordeal it is to establish and maintain Outer Temple Teaching Orders as a recruiting ground for the Traditional Satanic Lodges, do so with dazzling results. Candidates are accepted and accessed over the required time for character, imagination and intellect – in that order.

Debauchery as a science is taught and maintained by programmes – strict in nature and observance.

Rituals are conducted, thought-patterns established, relationships destroyed and dependencies enhanced. Psychopaths are studied and emulated.

Some of the deadliest, most effective and disarming assassins are women. Within the Alpha Lodges they are worshipped as embodiments of the Dark Goddess – who is known by many names and is virgin still!

Currently the Outer Head of the Alpha Lodge Australasia is a very highly placed and successful Federal politician – whose Satanic name is Bestia.

The Inner Head of the Alpha Lodge Australasia is the highest Crown Service operative in the Commonwealth … (having replaced former Crown Service agent and Greek Princess Eketrini, a.k.a Sheila Fraser). Together and with time, those at the highest echelons of International Satanism believe that there is nothing they cannot achieve. And if you knew even half of what they have already done you would agree.

Ask yourself whether you have not noticed a number of world tendencies coalescing around ‘the inevitable’. That the social fabric is no longer made of whole cloth and that politicians everywhere are becoming more brazen and extreme in their prescriptions and accomplishments should long ago have left little pause for thought, but it didn’t then and doesn’t now! The modern media is a pastiche of sex and soft eroticism. The Western world’s drinking water has been laced with chemicals that exert powerful effects over time. Rates of depression, suicide, incest and bank interest continue to rise – but no one bothers to join the dots!

What do all of the following people have in common: Norman Lindsay, ‘Sir’ William McMahon, Garfield Barwick, Lionel Murphy, Rosalyn Norton, Clyde Cameron and Stephanie Bartholomew (a.k.a Abigail)? From where do more Australians get their news and why? What is Michael Aquino’s interest in Australia’s Pine Gap Facility and why is discussion of the Base’s use and purpose inadmissible within Australia’s polite society and media?

I believe in one Prince, Satan, who reigns over this Earth, And in one Law which triumphs over all. I believe in one Temple Our Temple to Satan, and in one Word which triumphs over all: The Word of ecstasy. And I believe in the Law of the Aeon, Which is sacrifice, and in the letting of blood For which I shed no tears since I give praise to my Prince The fire-giver and look forward to his reign And the pleasures that are to come!

A number of Crown Service agents in Australia were relieved on the evening of 19th December 1967. A number of the President’s men in Australia were quietly celebrating as the clock struck midnight on the 11th of November 1975. Both Intelligence Agencies had relations which were still trespassed by the ghost of Dr. Ward. Both reacted to these events because of Australian Satanism, in the first case because H.R.H. Queen Elizabeth II would be saved embarrassments and in the second because Gough Whitlam was not one of them. On this point I am in no doubt, Sir John did his duty to the Princess and Inner Head of the Alpha Lodge Australasia. And Sir Garfield explained it!

Most people do not know that J. W. Howard’s first overseas trip, as Prime Minister of the Commonwealth of Australia was to receive his thirty-third Masonic degree, for in matters of his true faith he manifests a decidedly disillusioned romantic apprehension. His is the perfect example of parallel lives and a compliant media well and truly out of their depth. The same could not be said for Harold and his parties and the fact that people were noticing and indeed, Sir William was invited.

You have little if any idea of the history, connexions and the network of Australia’s Sinister Lodges, the Temples within them or their adherents and puppets. Why are some politicians spectacularly successful and others dogged at every step? How was the New York based public relations firm paid by John for doing such a good job in the … elections? Has any one bothered to check the Commonwealth of Australia’s Department of Treasury records and would they know what they were looking for?

I became Outer Head of the Alpha Lodge Australasia in the same year a meteoric rise to power brought a change of federal government with a Prime Minister whose relationship to Satanism was tenuous and pedestrian at best. But then again, he liked to play around and a number of our special people were happy to accommodate him, for a price. He craved respect and understated admiration and received both from us for the efforts he expended.

I left the Alpha Lodge – as best as one can – and tried to reclaim a more mundane if no less ingratiating lifestyle. I operated a media company publishing anti-Christian tractates, political pamphlets and pornographic videos, working for a number of organizations internationally. The extreme rightwing of Britain had recently been infiltrated by a very old and isolated left hand path tradition and this sinister development augured well for the Alpha Lodges (although today, David Myatt is considered more of a Prophet than a representative of the Hebdomadry Magickal System).

While the Order of Nine Angles pursues a more open approach in the United Kingdom and increasingly in the United States of America, in Australia we still work just out of view).

The strength of International Satanism continued to increase as its oldest families continued to wither. In the real world, money gives power and those best placed to dictate the money market always win, yet their magnetism and glamour have faded and their futures are more tenuous than at any other time. Their collective days may be drawing to an end. Their most enduring legacies will be the power structures they created and the relationships facilitated. Their funding of diverse groups dedicated to the destruction of Christianity is a story never to be told! (Their most successful recent social campaign was the “Please God, don’t let the Priest rape me again!” effort in the late 1980’s to date and the promotion of ‘Lilac Seminaries’.)

Modern post-1980 Satanism is the result of some hard learned truths and well-practiced procedures. Everyone knows that we are becoming more obvious – there are decreasing reasons to hide. The World of High Fashion – always a glittering ephemeral chimera – became an overtly successful recruiting ground for ‘sweet young things’ with a daring and glamorous nature. Multi-Billionaires increasingly sought the spiritual comfort and insider information the Satanic Alpha-Lodges could provide. What most people do not realise is that Satanism is a ritually based practice and that this repetition has – over time – left strong impressions upon the Morphic Field! This reinforces security and comfort within the left hand paths true adherents!

Politically, the libertarianism of Twain that permeated Satanism gave way to the realization that the sheeple do not want freedom. They are happy to build their own pens. Two thousand years of Christianity has left them domesticated, so Satanism began taking to itself rightwing positionings, farther and farther a field. In any event, all bank vault doors swing open to the right! All the leaders are dictators and the sheeple eat from their hand – just the way they like to.

Satanism now free of its earlier hallucinations fully accepts the pathetic nature of the human condition, wrapped as it is in the gaudy packages of superstition.

Satanism finally managed to infiltrate the major left wing and middle of the road political parties on May Day, 1997. Another group long ago bought the American Congress, so the Alpha Lodges concentrated on the Republican Party and this has paid some very high dividends. Currently the U.S. federal government dances to our tune (a couple of steps removed, if you know what I mean)!

Within the left hand path, Satan is the Supreme Prince (the Hierarchy of Hell begins with The Prince). He is ‘The Other’, the bright Fire Giver and Illuminator! He is the only God who cares! Satanism is a spiritual Darwinian theory based on predation. Devoted Satanists dedicate themselves and their sex acts to their Dark Lord. Prayers are said, Chants intoned or Invocations recited all as the basis of obtaining the blessings of Hell.

Unknown – if not always unsuspected – Infernal Temples exist in every major city throughout the world – Vatican City included! Every hour of every day and every night people are knowingly engaged in Satan’s service. Human sacrifice – whether ritually and quicker or slowly and degradingly over time – is all harnessed to specific ends.

Politicians are introduced by a carefully graded set if criteria and situations that enable them to accept that their victims will be, “Our little secret”. Young children sexually molested and physically abused by politicians worldwide are quickly used as sacrifices. In Australia the bodies are hardly ever discovered, for Australia is still a wilderness.

Overseas, cremation is the favoured method and although the Satanic Alpha Lodges of Australia have access to crematoria when needed, this is surprisingly rare. Believe it or not many bodies are ‘dumped over the side’ every week in a number of isolated bush land settings.

The emerging set of Satanic leaders is young, savvy, competent and heartless. They are masters and mistresses of their emotions and their intellect. Many are involved in business, politics, the legal profession and the arts. They are affluent, mobile and stylish examples to the next generation and therefore to the next generation of Satanists that power is glory, lust is nobility and liberty is the highest ideal of the new world man and woman. They use debasement of their victims as a ritual of power to themselves and their Deities. Often their victims are made to suffer in any number of situations. All of them are dedicated ‘to creating the new men and women of the future’ and ‘to surpassing the Old Ones’.

Beginning in Sydney in the late 1980s was a now International Underground Sadomasochist society founded by Satanists. Victims are abused to death in grotesque rituals held in secluded chambers throughout the global metropolis and never-ending suburbs and bewildered housing estates. Although many who attend are unaware of anything except their ability to fulfil special needs and cultivated tastes, all of these gatherings are Satanic in nature and magickal in purpose. This dark, ultra-secretive society has been used to corrupt and destroy; to distil fear and ensure petrified silence! (Remember ‘The Family’ of South Australia? Ever wondered why so many people conveniently die from electrical fires?)

Bodily juices of all descriptions are sacred to Satanists and can be used for magickal purposes. The advent of sadomasochism as an accepted form of expression is due to the efforts of Satanists in subverting normalcy and inverting mainstream Christian values. The S&M Society was used as recruitment ground for some of the most perverted geniuses I have ever met. And with the advent of the World Wide Web, extreme hardcore Bathroom Sex came into its own as a sub-genre to be taken seriously.

Today such stars as Alexia Cage (and Her growing number of friends) are enjoying careers that would have been inconceivable but a few short years ago. Indeed many Toilet Sex starlets are committed Satanists and Alpha Lodge members or affiliates. By their presence in the world does the Prince of Darkness achieve his aim of exporting enlightenment into the Objective Universe. Concomitantly, Restroom Magick continues to develop its own left hand path techniques in which the convenience serves as a representation of and chalice unto the Goddess. (By way of only one example, today in co-educational facilities throughout the Western World, Bathroom Sex and ‘flute playing’ are rampant across all age groups. Thank you High Priestess Monica and ‘White’ Witch. Fiona).

The people of the world are easy to manipulate. Homo sapiens are herd animals, after all! Its all colour and movement when it comes to the masses. Give them an election with no policy choices and for the most part they are happy. Allow their children no real prospect of success, inhibit their natural drives – particularly their sex drives; limit their options, coarsen their choices and society (such as it still is) quickly falls apart into pre-determined categories. No families, just weak individuals free to do as they are told. Satan is a wonderful ‘systems man’!

Already there are rampantly individualistic spiritualities spreading throughout the world. Souls and agendas are kidnapped with ease and Luciferian style. ‘Rock and Roll’ Gods and Goddesses captivate the hearts and minds of the next generation. The boldness of the Black Metal musicians/magicians and the mantras they spread still excite and amaze me – even after my achievements! Advertising continues to chip away at acceptable standards such that nowadays almost anything is realized as being eminently possible. The foreign policy of the world’s only superpower is directed from Israel and our work is now running on autopilot.

The Alpha Lodge has taken steps to try to ensure that after the next war the Tradition is maintained in the intervening centuries, before civilization, as we know it, begins again. At that time, Satanism will be in the only religion and science. We have secured the texts, books, relics and magickal weapons necessary for Our Dark Lord and I see the storm clouds gathering. Ritual activity is increasing. Social structures are almost totally eroded. The Sheeple gather for their slaughter. Vindex walks amongst us now and very few know (or think that they do).

The Other. Beyond that Attracting, Transforming, Forbidden, Essence. Contradictory Defiance: challenging in its purest, answering, archetypal, shape-shifting form. The fascination that creates, nourishes, destroys and redeems. The Prince of the Earth, the Lord of the Air, the Darkness of the Deep, and the God of Fire! The majestic potency, force, presence, power; Magick of the Name of one known by many. Intoxicating. Subversive. Eternal.

The Other. That arrogant, inspirational quest and elegant undercurrent to a superior life of overcoming – Everything you have never dreamed of and more than your deepest nightmares. The alarming, awful, sinister, dispossessed delight of the Empowerment of Knowing – The Triumph of Ecstasy reflected in Your Imagination, Honour, Genius and Terror!

Rebellion!

Liberty!

The Other. That banished suspicion and apprehensive silence – trespassing in disguise. A Question and An Accusation – The Fear and Celebration. The Shadow and horror unknown of Life and Death – Of Aeons passed and Potentiality.

Of Willing and Becoming and Exalting in this life…

Hail Myself that I Seek to Be

HAIL SATAN

It is revealed individually

To those who can bear it

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May Satan the all-powerful Prince of Darkness

And Lord of Earth Grant me my desires.

Let there be ecstasy and darkness;

let there be chaos and laughter,

Let there be sacrifice and strife:

but above all let us enjoy The gifts of life!

Zazas Zazas Nasatanata Zazas!

Australia’s Global Satanic Legacy And Future (Pt. 2)

By Frater 616

Law is the product of man.

What God can create man can destroy!

It is always politics.

Even when people obey the law, it is a political decision.

Spirituality is a tool. The State has employed it, always.

For Homo sapiens are herd animals.

Hate yourself enough and the World hates with you.

Freedom is a two-edged sword.

Count Hans Kolvenbach

The young woman was barely conscious yet her nipples were bullet-hard. Her inviting, natural sexual aroma interplays with the civet incense and dancing candlelight. The congregation stands in silence as infant children re-enact the pornography they have been taught. Upon the Altar the young woman lays with gaping legs and delicate droplets of urine upon her pubic hair. As the children finish their pre-arranged aping pantomime of degradation, the chanting to the Dark Gods and Dark Goddesses begins.

The Altar is always a human body – male, female, alert, drugged, alive or dead. In every case, the Altar is fresh and young. The mechanics of a High Satanic Black Mass are the same as in any theatre designed to re-open psychic gateways, inculcate dedication, glorify, rarefy and idealize spirituality. Only the aims differ. In Satanism, sodomy is preferred because of its magickal effects. The sacramental nature of Ezekiel 4:12-13, II Kings 18:27, Malachi 2:2-3 and Isaiah 16:11 are only fully understood by Satanists. Even abstinence from all forms of satisfying and normal sexual congress is used to enable the destruction and replacement of old beliefs and standards. Merely to sidestep conventionality still leaves the neophyte with a mass of prejudices, idiosyncrasies, identifications and preferences that give comfort and definition to the personality. By pushing wider the parameters of being and expanding ideas, Satanists experience the inherent transience and contingent nature of all things. The Black Mass – whether High Satanic or Low orgy – achieves this.

Any form of bizarre sexual congress is explored and encouraged because atrophied tastes need stronger stimulation. Children, the elderly, the mentally retarded and desperate are used at satanic ceremonies throughout the world. The left hand path caters for all tastes and responds to all needs. In Australia and throughout what used to be the Soviet Union, Downs Syndrome pornography is an expanding market and an acquired taste.

Approximately one new D.V.D. – like The Gangbang of Mary Mongoloid Series (1998-2001) or Downer Syndrome Follies I-II (2001-2003) – hits the underground market every couple of months. Before that were the still popular Paedophiles’ Paradise and Toil-art videos. Cutting as it does through all of society; boutique pornography offers many opportunities to the Alpha Satanic Lodges. With the reform and application of the mercantile system to the Western World the opportunities for well organized crime and well-placed puppets burgeoned! “Brothels are built with bricks of religion; Prisons with bricks of law.”

By misunderstanding the nature of Satan and His spirituality the True Adherents are safe to openly declare their allegiance to the world – which they do! Why did so many of the important people appear to have had well-planned excuses – if not escape routes? Wheels within wheels! To every Temple a God!

Since Normal Lindsay’s time, the Alpha Lodges have maintained well-organized political affiliations. Senior ‘public servants’, career bureaucrats and the diplomatic service have been used to integrate the coming Satanic age – just ask Sir A.G. (Name removed)! Most people are more comfortable asserting their ‘independence’ than being correct, effective, well off or powerful. They believe, because them have no or very few facts and because their beliefs offer them comfort – mostly the comfort of moral superiority. They use logic, reason, history, law; indeed anything at all to help them follow their prejudices and fulfil their desires.

Governments everywhere cater for those people who would rather live on their knees than die on their feet. Politicians did not invent the human condition; they only take advantage of it. The Satanic aristocracy sees the masses as tools; means by which the ends envisioned may be achieved – individual suffering is irrelevant. The ends are all that matter; the means are chosen based on totally utilitarian and logical decisions. Corruption is endemic but accepted. That Queen Elizabeth II is claiming ignorance of her own governments’ laws while disdainfully hiding behind her advisors and masquerading her interests behind complex business structures apparently bothers no one. Although the secret ‘selling off of the farm’ in Australia was thorough it was not slow. People assist their governments to push them to the side of their own lives – Always have, always will!

It’s the War against Terror; it’s the same everywhere. Yet everyone agrees that the streets of the world’s major cities are more dangerous now than they were throughout the Second World War! But who cares? History is replete with stories that never get told. How many people know about General Douglas Macarthur’s 40 pages Memorandum of Saturday the 20th of January 1945 to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt or the names and rank of the Port Arthur killers? And whatever did happen to the Frogmen of the 19th of December?

Viable, truly spiritual Satanism is becoming more overt. This is because of those who went before. And as the schedule works itself, the Alpha Satanic Lodges are growing ever more public. I will not mention names, front-organizations or interests. The time is when these will announce themselves – just like Disneyland! We infiltrated then built the modern media, created porno-film empires, turned ‘Snuff’ into art and liberated young people.

Ours is the obsession of the mystery of darkness!

This is our age: The Age of Satanas!

Internet sites full of the grossest vulgarity and operated out of Israel are mostly founded upon left hand path philosophies. Take Alexia Cage, for example. The number of diplomats or their children who are into scat(ology) is legion, with all the possibilities that brings. Billy S. (name deleted) was one of our better acquisitions – until he died in Sonia’s arms.

Known behind his back as Billy Browno, A.S.I.O. destroyed the records – as they do for judges, senior bureaucrats, our businessmen’s clubs and diplomats.

But the average Homo normalis is beyond caring. Provided their bellies are full, their minds empty and their time consumed with frivolous entertainment, Satanists are free to triumph. It took less than sixty years to turn the Western world from war heroes to poofters; from bold, adventurers to crybabies; from devoted couples to divorcees and although never afraid of work in the past, now everyone has a Doctor’s Certificate. Chronic apathy bolstered by cynicism litters the economic cul-de-sacs of our society. Literacy is almost gone, television is almost irrelevant, public infrastructure is heritage protected and most are crushed by the foreboding knowledge that tomorrow is another day.

The Wand must be bedaubed.

The Cup drained.

The Sword dazzling.

The Disc penetrated.

With Fire the Tunnel is penetrated.

With thirst the Cup is dazzled.

With Air the Sword is drained.

With soil the Disc bedaubed.

Within the temple in the temple

Find here the Mysteries of the mysteries

The back passage is the shortest way

Turn Water into wine.

On the 21st of July 1913 Franz Kafka observed in his Diary, “Don’t despair, not even over the fact that you don’t despair”. People exist as robots within a world of no win politics fortified by political structures that have either outgrown their usefulness or graphically and tragically proved their inherent inadequacies. By old religious traditions that subverted a message of denying Church by preaching the personal and interior nature of the Kingdom of Heaven, and the State and family by advocating a higher allegiance to individual conscience continue as unabashed as if nothing had happened at all. And in answer, nothing changes. Anton La Vey noted that, “There is nothing inherently wrong with fascism, given the nature and needs of the average citizen…

Now it’s not so much a case of avoiding fascism, but of replacing a screwed up, disjointed, fragmented and stupefying kind of fascism with one that is more sensible and truly progressive.” And Anton was many things, but never a fool. He also opined that the best street cleaner was a riot-gun and there are few that would quibble. Turning against themselves they live alone and vicariously with others. They have allowed themselves to become prisoners in our mythological penitentiaries amid the bright-lights and dark corridors of their cheap and nasty psyches.

If viewed objectively, Satan does not need to buy souls. The crowds are drip-fed belief systems, pointless choices and hollow opportunities. From radios, televisions, print media, billboards and the accepted agenda of the day, they exist in a constant state of boredom.

Fashion experts assist psychopaths in both politics and big business. Words as empty as the hearts that speak them, hardly affect the masses any more. They exist in a universe of suspicion. Their jobs are tenuous; their comatose lives as artificial as their prejudices and their alienated futures mostly short-term.

Its not that the true nature of what has and is being offered has changed or wasn’t obvious all along. Just get another beer, turn down the lights, heat your packaged dinner and watch the flat-screen colour and movement of compliant simplicities. Your parents ‘could not think of a number so they gave you a name.’ But the State has assigned you a number for your pettiness and you will work until you drop! Samuel Adams said it best at the Philadelphia State House on the 1st of August 1776, “If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.” Nobody listened then either, except initiates of the precursor to the (Satanic) Alpha Lodges.

We believe in the law of the Aeon, which is sacrifice and in the letting of blood. It’s the only doctrine to which the masses have ever been faithful, that and the aesthetic of disgrace. A disguised post-modern Satanic Eugenics rests on the superiority of those who know that they are above ‘the herd’, which they view with revulsion and is reflected in the indignation of their policies for any form of commitment to anything wider than themselves – to the point of trivializing life itself. One wing of the Hospital helps infertile couples; the other unit terminates foetuses. Cloning is not required – as a trip around any Metropolis will prove. The condition of admission is an old school tie, a proper handshake, mobile phone, a credit rating and some proof from the government that you exist.

The herd continues a hallowed tradition of pious fear – both of life and death. They light candles but they never really kiss. It is not hard to find them refracted through the stained glass grotesque caricatures of spirituality, the sound-byte vomit of politics, the mathematical facelessness of plastic statistics or in the quietest moment of the night.

Their politics rest on tribalism, their social systems resemble a clique of High School Prefects not an open system where a vote actually means something. Next time you are standing in a queue imagine a world where the government operates everything; where Committee delegates organise everything; where the information is edited, cutting through the lines of least persistence and where equality of outcome ensures the finality of its long-term results. It’s not that hard. We continue to organize it! What God can create – man can destroy!

We exist in an Age with more promises than perils, more opportunities than obstacles, with better health care, communication and affordability, yet they silently await the Mushroom clouds and for the smells of death to capture the planet like never before. They are as compliant as sheep to the slaughter. “The Lord is my shepherd…” Their fears keep them together, huddling and overwhelmed by our prospect of the inevitable!

Satanists believe that the fear inspired by the atomic bomb and other weapons yet to come will be so great that everyone will refrain from using them . . . (Material deleted) It will mean the division of the world among 2 or 3 vast superstates, unable to be overthrown by any internal rebellion.

Their structure will be hierarchic, with the Satanic caste at the top and outright slavery at the bottom, and the crushing out of liberty would exceed anything the world has yet seen. Within each state the necessary psychological atmosphere will be maintained by a complete severance from the outside world, and by a continuous phoney war against rival states. Civilizations of this type will remain stable for thousands of years. Have no fear!

“Not contentment, but more power; not peace at all, but war; not virtue, but proficiency … The weak and ill-constituted shall perish: first principle of our philanthropy. And one shall help them to do so. What is more harmful than any vice? Active sympathy for the ill constituted and weak – Christianity …”

I am the Power! I am the Glory! I am another God!

NOTES:

The Order of the Toilet

The Order of the Toilet is a traditional left hand path initiatory body whose members adhere to the largely neglected latrine doctrines of the Vama Marga. Order members are encouraged to engage in Bathroom practices as often as possible and no less than daily. The teachings and ordeals of the Outer O.o.t.T. are divided into the categories of the Champagne and the Caviar initiations.

The Order of the Toilet seeks to inculcate within its membership and the wider world, a cultivated love for and re-establishment of the hitherto secret magick of the night-soil tradition of the Western Sinister current.

The Mysteries of the Menses and of the Vomit as well as those of Spit and swallow are all taught within the white-tiled splendour of our Order’s numerous disinfected Temples.

The Order of the Toilet asks young women (sixteen years and over) who wish to dedicate themselves to the urinary and faecal curriculum of the O.o.t.T. to forward an up to date medical certificate as to sexually transmitted disease and a full frontal naked and autographed photograph of themselves to the Outer Head of the O.o.t.T. together with a five-hundred word essay explaining their understanding of the latrine doctrines.

The Outer Order of the Toilet recognises the following Grade attainments:

1.Toilet Goddess

She holds the jewels on Her cruel hands. Her nails are lacquered in love. Her adorations are screams.

2. Piss Princess

Hers is the Golden Shower that falls upon the Magus, that He may be washed and made enlivened. Her weapon is the Cup.

3. Princess of the Porcelain

Hers is the glamour of redolent movements in the night and the erotic passing of wind. She is an ordained Priestess of The Third Eye and Dark Pathway.

4. Dominatrix of the Cubicle

She offers Her Chalice and opens Her Back-Door. She bedaubs and cleanses those who offer up themselves. Her tool is the wand.

5. Mistress

Her weapon is the Whip, for She is girt with a sword. Her principal enchantments are Her smile and inventiveness.

6. Vampyress.

She redeems with Her blood, for Her weapon is the stiletto. She communicates Her spells orally. Your word is Her Coin.

Interested parties are advised to forward all requisite material and/or correspondence to The Order of the Toilet at ………… (deleted)…….

[Taken from http://forum.prisonplanet.com/index.php?topic=182040.0%5D

[Ultima Thule]

For reasons I don’t wish to divulge I was unemployed. Extended periods without work affect me. I spent some time on the Internet. Who doesn’t? I came across the Explosive Deathbed Confessions. I was shocked and dumb foundered. The warped outlook, the viscous asides and snide humour of a sick, obviously well educated man; dying, yet driven to compose his startling testament. Under those circumstances, what would be the point of either lying or telling the truth? What possible ends would either course serve? Strange. That was the first piece of strangeness, but not the last.

Narsagonan offers little in the way of hard evidence, and yet the entire document rings sadly true. It certainly reinforces prejudices and misunderstandings. I got the feeling that it was composed under some compulsion, a desperation to be on the record but not give too much away. And what’s with the fruity, perfumed non de plumes: Peter Narsagonan and Aloysius James Fozdyke? I couldn’t find their names on the world wide web unless it was associated with their public statements on Satanism and the Alpha Lodge variety in particular.

There is also no mention of the Satanic Alpha Lodge prior to Arthur Cristian and Henry Makow publishing the Shocking Deathbed Confessions very early in January 2010. Again this is strange. Such a singular institution with an allegedly rich history and membership and such a prosaic name. Until early 2010 no one had heard of it. But it exists. I know.

I had an associate whom I’d met through my work in the security industry. He was involved in music and entertainment; pub bands and that sort of thing. Had a rehearsal and recording studio in an inner city suburb of Sydney. I knew that he’d been involved with the occult for many years. Did shit. Had associates. Was part of a clandestine network of magicians. I telephoned and we met for coffee in Newtown.

Scott said that he’d never heard of the Satanic Alpha Lodge, Narsagonan or Fozdyke. Said he’d make inquiries though. Originally from New Zealand he’d been a member of a Golden Dawn Magickal Order but had left some years before the Order collapsed. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t want his life story, but he was a sometimes grave robber. That much I knew but didn’t hold against him. I wasn’t in a position to do so at the time.

He got back to me about a week later. Said he knew someone who knew someone. Said he could organise a meeting. That’s how I found myself sitting across a coffee-table from Jezebeth. We met in a Newtown café. She was a petite Betty-Boo, lightly tanned with succulent, dreamy Asian eyes. The thing I’ll always remember is the stilettos. Then there were the plump, shapely legs; waist; fleshy tits; beautiful smile and bedroom eyes. And Jezebeth exuded an uncanny, unsettling sexual attraction.

She said that she’d done some ‘modelling’ and ‘striptease’ work for ‘an interesting group of people…Would you be interested in meeting them?’ Pillar-box red lipstick; this babe was hot. All perfume and armpit it was obvious that she could show a man a good time. The butt looked inviting. We talked for about an hour. She told me of her fun times with these people, the parties she’d been to and what she’d done there. Again, a lot of it was toilet and vomit activity. She said that if I was interested in an introduction she’d be back at the same time, 3:00pm in a week. I watched her and her bum get into an obviously pre-arranged taxi.

I headed back to Scott’s studios and told him what had occurred. We drank instant coffee and he asked me whether I’d done anything with Jezebeth? I responded ‘No’. I told him some of the things she’d quite openly discussed and he didn’t seem amazed. He said, “I’ve got a soft spot for Jezebeth” pointing to his crouch and laughing. We smoked some cones of really good cannabis. Then he told me that Jezebeth knows her stuff. She may come across all cutesy-pie but she’s been trained and knows people, or words to that effect. By this time I was trying to concealed a growing, throbbing hard-on with a mind of its own. The memory of that girl was sizzling, mixed with a cheesy revulsion. Then the stone took over. I ate pizza, drank some absinthe, got wasted and slept at Scott’s place that Friday night.

On the Saturday morning I awoke and had a shower. I couldn’t shave. Hadn’t brought my over-night bag with me. Putting on my clothes from the day before and expecting Scott to be up and about any time, his doorbell rang. Scott was already dressed and when he opened the door there was Jezebeth tantalising, all coy-eyed with wet-look lips. Wearing a Japanese schoolgirl’s sailor uniform, complete with white socks, white shoes and neckerchief, her every feminised movement was polished. She ‘was passing by’ and had brought us a breakfast of croissants, butter, jam, dried fruits and some fresh espresso coffee ‘from down the road’. This woman was so tempting.

Scott and I ate the breakfast and drank the coffee. Jezebeth disported upon the couch allowing provocative assessments of her delightful figure and frilly panties. Given what Scott had told me the night before I didn’t ask any questions, but I thought it very odd that she should be there and with a delightful breakfast. I said that I had to go. Scott gave me a wink. As I said goodbye to Jezebeth she quickly rose, put her arms around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. She looked into my eyes then grabbed my crouch. It was as strange as a scene from a porno film. I didn’t know what to do, so I thanked her and told Scott I’d catch up with him later. I stumbled outside, crippled with desire.

I thought about running back inside, grabbing her and just going with the flow in a room somewhere. I thought that I’d wasted that one time when God smiled upon me, a complete idiot: both lips parted. Nonetheless I left knowing that I’d contact Scott before sunset. I looked back to see Jezebeth jumping and waving goodbye, complete with blown kisses. What was I doing?

The sun was behind me as I drove home. I felt excited and stupid. Got home. Had an espresso coffee. Shined my shoes. Took another shower. Had a shave. Applied aftershave. Put on new clothes and made another espresso as I contemplated what had occurred with the help of a hand rolled cigarette. It was only 11:00am. I telephoned Scott. ‘What do you know about her?’

‘That she caught a taxi to your place about five minutes ago.’

‘Did you give her my address?’

‘Yeah. She wants you buddy.’

I changed the bed linen. Lit some stick incense. Tidied up the bathroom. That sort of thing. I prepared a salad and began cooking a frozen apple pie. Then I got nervous and smoked a cone. Just after I cleaned my teeth she arrived. By the time I got to Jezebeth the taxi had sped away. She looked scrumptious. She smelt of bubblegum. I couldn’t hide my arousal and as I escorted her into my place she giggled, ‘Who’s a big boy then?’ I closed the door and she was holding me like a flower, by the stem. We kissed and I was aching. As I reached for her arse she said, ‘I’m a bad girl. I only take it up the back door.’

I was swollen with lust, pulled up her skirt and gave her what she wanted. That’s when I noticed something under her dress. She said, ‘I’m a special girl,’ as she turned her blood-engorged fullness toward me. Before I could react she was in my arms, her tongue down my throat. I was revolted yet excited. She took me in her mouth.

I sat down exhausted with Jezebeth upon my lap, her cheeks open. She said she was a poor girl from Thailand until she met friends who assisted her. She said I was special. She was all over me like a mosquito in a bedroom. She maintained an insatiable, throbbing boner.

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Sucking Up To Sickos

Jezebeth had arranged the whole thing. A taxi would pick me up at 9:00pm and drive me. What I didn’t know was that the taxi would drive me to a street off of Parramatta Road and I’d have to change cars. The weather was bad but two guys in well cut suits and skivvies were waiting in a dark car. It may have been black or dark blue. Not sure of the make or model but it wasn’t something modern and had obviously been reupholstered with plush leather. I remember that it had an ashtray between the two front seats for people in the back. Haven’t seen that for awhile.

To say that the two blokes looked menacing would be an understatement, but by the time I’d seen them the taxi was gone and I’m standing in the rain in a side street off of Parramatta Road. I only got a better look when I’d entered the car. They were friendly enough. The driver was Boris. My companion in the back seat was Horace. He told me that I’d have to wear a sleeping mask, which he produced. That was the only way I could get there. I put it on and couldn’t see a thing.

As we were driving Horace, who did most of the talking, told me they were brothers and that there surname was Morris. Horace and Boris Morris just didn’t sound right to me, but what could I do? The last thing I needed was to get these two well built guys off-side. Horace impressed upon me that I should feel honoured that Jezebeth had organised for my attendance. I was a little concerned that they both knew about her. He also said that I might meet someone but left it at that. The trip took about forty-five minutes or so. I never looked at my watch when I left the taxi. Horace did most of the talking but there wasn’t much. They were playing music on the stereo system but I could hear the rain, especially when the car stopped.

It was raining heavy when I got there. It was 10:20pm. Horace pointed the way through the thick shrubbery. By the time I got to the door my shirt and trousers were pretty wet. Standing by the door beneath the verandah was an attractive woman, but as it was dark it was hard to really see. She smiled at Horace and opened the door. The place was pitch-black. Horace pushed passed me and lead the way to a side room which was lit by deep blue candles. He turned his back and told me to stripe off and change into a robe which was waiting for me on a wall-hook. He also said that my wet clothing would ‘be seen to’. He suggested that I place any valuables I had into a metal case the size of a shoe-box and assured me that these would be safe. I hid my recorder with my wallet and placed the wallet, my pen, pocket note-book and belt inside the metal box.

At that point a bare breasted, teenage girl appeared. She was wearing a very short, green miniskirt stiletto heels and an alluring smile. She assured me that my clothes would be dried and ready to wear when ‘it is all over’. She bent down to pick up my shoes. As my eyes had now become accustomed to the candlelight I couldn’t help but notice that she wore no undies and had a rich patch of untrammelled pubic hair. By this time Horace had left the room. She told me that others were coming and I should follow Horace to the chamber. As she left with my clothes over her arm she grabbed my genitals and gave them a squeeze and me another smile. Although very apprehensive I became excited.

Horace was waiting in the corridor and directed me to what may have been a bookcase of sorts, which he opened like a door. Waiting behind that was another robed figure who told me to be careful of the stairs and lead me down them. As I was barefoot I could feel that these were stone. I forget how many stairs I descended but there were small electric lights at stair level along the way. We reached the bottom. At that point my robed escort knocked three times on what sounded like and turned out to be a heavy metal door. When it opened the light from inside the chamber illuminated us and I could see that my escort was in her twenties. She pushed her hood from off of her head and kissed me while again clutching my genitals. Maybe this cock and ball grabbing was some sort of greeting but my dick didn’t respond because I was now pretty scared.

There was an altar girl on the marble slab. Heavily made-up she could have been in her very early teens. She was obviously sedated. Apparently everyone robed separately and everyone was robed, even me. The incense was potent and thick. She was spread eagled upon the stone; an inverted pentagram on the slab. She would be seen to. Everything was candlelit and smoky. I’m no expert, but having smoked hash years ago I know the smell of hash. There were other smells. There were women perfumed with their fresh perspiration and scent. I didn’t know anyone.

The ritual began. Four young kids maybe ranging from between ten to mid-teens appeared. The smallest and oldest were girls, but I’m going on general appearance and height. They each recited something in a language I couldn’t understand. Then it started. The girls on their knees, backs to the congregation and the boys facing the congregation. That lasted a few minutes. Then the older girl grabbed the smallest boy’s testes and started squeezing and pulling while he was held from behind by the older boy and younger girl. I assume he ejaculated into the older girl’s hands, which were cupped to catch his emission. Then the same thing happened with the other boy, the younger girl doing the milking. He wasn’t held by anyone. Both girls smiled towards the congregation, then raised their arms and palms skyward and proclaimed together, ‘The body of Christ!’ Both girls then licked one of their palms before offering their other palm to the other girl. This too was licked. Then the boys said something I failed to understand and the four of them left.

There were invocations and chanting: Latin, English and something else, I think. The altar girl was held down by women. Their hooded robes were thin and the candlelight shone through. The High Priest had gargantuan gonads and he took the now mouth gagged girl’s back passage. She was crying and the women who held her down were laughing. And they bite her as the High Priest had his way. After that her legs were held up and a woman sucked the altar girl’s rectum and spat into a silver bowl. Then more biting, another bloke and another bowl. One after the other. I’ve no idea how long it went or what became of the bowls. The distressed altar girl had red marks on her where the biting had taken place. Then the candles were extinguished to the recitation of some creed and in the darkness I could hear the doped, bleeding, bruised, muffled sobbing and hysterical girl taken away. A bell was rung and the room was lit by low electronic lighting. Everyone had their hoods off, except me. Everyone knew I was new.

Three robed figures approached me. As they got closer I could see that one was a teenager; one middle aged and the last, older again but very attractive. Without so much as a ‘Hello’ they all started on me. The oldest with her head at my groin and her mouth working overtime, the middle aged blonde behind me massaging and squeezing my jewel case and the teen pinching my nipples, biting my lips. Looking around I could dimly see and hear other people making out, so I didn’t last any time.

A Satanic Black Mass is meant to de-programme and disorient the participants, then inculcate new patterns. I later learnt that upon the equinoxes there are child sacrifices to Australian artist, Norman Lindsay. Fozdyke wrote about it. Apparently that guy was the foremost Satanist internationally until his death in 1969, which was the year The Satanic Bible was published. Fozdyke and Narsagonan both mention paedophilia, child torture and sacrifice. Well they’re not wrong. Peter Narsagonan joined some years after Lindsay’s death. What an inheritance! A number of underground vaults throughout Australia, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, America and Paris are dedicated to him and he is worshipped. His illusive fingerprints and the scent of his cologne linger in the crevices of who knows how many souls.

I think that the incense became sweeter. I was light-headed. Then that toilet stuff started happening. There were even strawberry kisses and a shower, off to the back. The elder of the three said she liked ‘the double gift of tongues which nourishes the worker’. I obliged. I tasted her salty octopus lips. Then she started to urinate and defecate. Her stool ran into my hair. I was shocked beyond words. No warning. No flashing lights. A towel was fetched and she walked me to the bathroom where I gurgled, washed my hair and quickly showered. There were others waiting.

She took my arm back into the gathering. I was naked. So was everyone else. There were boys being seen to by men and women. There was the smell of faeces. The blonde tool-sack masseuse grabbed me and started kissing. She tongued her spittle into my mouth. Then she started vomiting. Before I could pull myself free some projectile chuck was down my throat. I was still moist from the shower and I’m covered in puke. I didn’t know where I was, how to escape or who these people where. Blondie was smiling a regurgitated smile. She took me to the showers again. This time I felt sick. I don’t usually consume vomit, but it happened so quickly.

There were people milling in the shower so I joined them under the spray. I just wanted to get cleaned up, get dressed and get out. That’s when the lip-biting, younger of the trio started soaping and fingering me up. By this time I’d cum three times in quick succession and was relaxed. The younger slut gave me a fresh towel which I placed around my waist. She lead me through the rest of them, all going at it hammer and tongs. The air was almost stifling with incense smoke and the smell of shit.

I was met at the open door, lead up the stairs, through the dark hallway and into the change room. My clothes where hanging up and appeared to have been pressed. My shoes were dry. I dressed. I opened the metal box which was on the chair beside my clothes and slipped the voice activated recorder into my shirt pocket with pen and note pad. At that point Boris entered the room and said that I’d been summoned. I told him I wanted to go home. He said, ‘After!’ I was told to go up some stairs to what was obviously the first floor of the house.

I met him just after I’d finished changing. He was about five foot ten, piercing blue eyes, grey hair, expensive suit with an ascot around his neck. He proffered his hand. ‘Did you have a good time with my wife, daughter and granddaughter?’ I thought I was going to collapse. I’m next to an ornate grandfather clock in a dim upstairs hallway. My two couriers were waiting down stairs at the front door with a sleeping mask and some bloke I’ve never met asks that. ‘My wife Ita is a natural with the night-soil traditions.’ and he laughed. ‘How about my daughter Lilith? You enjoyed yourself?’ and he laughed again. I felt shocked. ‘You look like you need a drink. Follow me.’

There was no way I could have escaped with Horace and Boris Morris at the door so I followed him into a study. The curtains were heavy and drawn. Again the light was dim. He pointed with his hand to a chair, ‘Scotch, vodka or brandy? Only have ice I’m afraid, so that predisposes vodka.’ He handed me a tumbler glass with a lot of ice and a lot of vodka. ‘Cigarette, cigar or something else?’ I took a cigarette from an alabaster cigarette case on the table beside me. Then I noticed the old fashioned ashtray stands, complete with matchboxes.

‘And what do you think of Jezebeth?’ he asked. ‘Turn water into wine. That’s what I do.’ I felt like I’d been dealt a low blow. I was in a strange house with strange people doing criminal things to innocent victims. The brothers Morris with the sleeping mask and all. And now this bloke knowing what his wife, daughter and granddaughter have done to me wants to talk and knows about Jezebeth and what happened between us.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,’ I ejaculated. ‘I’m also sorry about your wife and descendants and what happened.’ ‘I hope that you enjoyed yourself as much as my wife did. We are open people. For us love, honour and truth mould our lives. Darkness precedes light and provides a matrix for its manifestation. For most people it is simply more comfortable to be ignorant.

‘Humans are animals aware of their animality, that’s all. Social norms define the limits of possibility, that’s why we break them. Our elitist isolation from society is our strength. Our comprehensive, cynical and realistic vision thrives on rejection. So you’re a man who appreciates special girls; girls like Jezebeth? Girls with a little extra? Chicks with dicks as they say?’

By this time, a third of the way through the cigarette, the taste of honey oil was strong. By the time I detected its pungent presence my head was starting to swim. He spoke about a lot of things. I drank the vodka and chewed the ice. I awoke in the back of the car when Horace took off my sleeping mask. Boris was driving west along Parramatta Road.

‘Nice night?’ a smiling Horace inquired. ‘Enjoy a few different drinks and smokes? You made an impression!’ ‘Quite! That you did!’ responded Boris. They parked behind a taxi in a side street. ‘There’s your taxi. It’s been paid for.’ I didn’t shake Horace’s hand. I told the cab driver an address a couple of streets away from where I lived.

The taxi driver didn’t drop me at the address I’d given, he actually took me to my door. Still a little groggy I didn’t realise this until he pulled up. As I’m getting out of the cab the driver asks me, ‘So when are you going to marry Jezebeth?’

‘What?’

But he drives off.

Insider Exposes Famous Satanists

July 30, 2011

“There is a Secret God, a Hidden God, who dwells in a spiraling tower fortress and who has guided and overseen our development from time immemorial – and who has remained concealed but very close to us awaiting the “future” time of re-awakening. The time of the re-awakening is near. Already we have heard the distant claps of thunder which signal the coming storm.”

S. E. Flowers, Ph.D.

by Aloysius Fozdyke

Despite what some believe; based on book reading, conjecture and lies, Satanism is a label applied to a variety of spirituality and practice, from disgruntled teens slaughtering small animals in cemeteries to the rigorous methodology and practice of the Alpha Lodge.

That Lodge traces its history to Sumerian and Egypt and the cities of Babylon and Ur. Its methods actively embrace this life, this world, this physical realm, this body as a means to illumination and awakening. The left-hand path is not a route of escapism from reality, but a confrontation with the full totality of physical and psychic existence, encompassing pleasure and joy as well as horror, pain and mortality. You become a deliberate outcast!

Each grade is achieved, never simply conferred. Sometimes it takes many years for advancement – but you can never really leave the Lodge. There is a point of no return. Indeed, each ritual binds the participants tighter; closer to one another and the dream and nightmare Mysteries of Our Deities. We co-ordinate the actions of the left-hand path and its adherents.

The left-hand path in its purist form is always characterized by radical opposition. Its method of initiation is based on cultivating estrangement and deliberate alienation from divine, natural and human rule. Through an active and positive sacred glorification of the radical Other (Drugoy), the walker of the left-hand path steps outside previously secure borders, a self-exiled, self-determined creation of his or her own autonomous will! This sacralized separation from the established law and custom, particularly sexual convention, is not to be confused merely with the empty acts of the social rebel – it is instead a God-like disdain for the restrictions that bind the uninitiated, a taking of supreme responsibility for one’s own actions.

We don’t worship Satan – We emulate Him! We seek to become Gods and Goddesses in our own right. As such, our path is inherently lonely. One’s first cull – whether ceremonial or mundane – is always significant. There’s a realization that cannot be expressed. And after a cull we try to engage in sex as quickly as is possible, for Our Mysteries are founded upon death and sex. Anal sex is one of our supreme sacraments. Properly performed it both releases and constrains. “The Wand must be bedaubed…”

SOME HISTORY

According to its Knowledge Lectures, the Alpha Lodge existed mainly in England until the nineteenth century when its operational base became the Australian colony of New South Wales. There some of the highest echelons of the landed gentry establishment embraced it. Individuals such as Alfred Deakin and later, King O’Malley caused some problems, but by the time William Morris Hughes was Prime Minister, these obstacles had largely been overcome by focusing on the bureaucracy. We work behind the scenes.

Those with limited purpose or self-respect use what little power they are given in predictable ways. One only need observe what has happened since the Twin Towers in New York were destroyed to see how police, customs officers, security guards and other petty bureaucrats have created the sort of nameless, faceless and soulless justice that is foundational for the hierarchical future. By concentrating on the system everybody and everything falls into place. As was often said by my mentor, Petor Narsagonan, ‘Satan is a wonderful systems man!’ This was learned early by the Alpha Lodge.

At that time and well into the twentieth century, there was a libertarian strain within the Lodge. As Satan had left the tyranny of heaven to pursue freedom; freedom was what the lodge supported. However it became increasingly apparent that the masses did not want liberty. As the Western world – including Australia – moved comfortably to the implementation of mass incarceration, right-hand path-ers had every reason to celebrate. With surveillance cameras now in streets, in stores, at public transport stations and above the motorways; with telephone conversations that may be recorded for ‘training’ purposes; with the proliferation of government regulations, directives, policy initiatives; scanning devices and detection machines; proof of identity requirements and triplicate forms the conformist herd is comfortable!

As the future is worked out Satanists will be gold capstone of the societal pyramid.

[Aussie Prime Minister] Billy Hughes caused a major problem after his attendance at the Versailles Peace Conference. There was a distinct possibility in the 1920s that the federated colonies of the Commonwealth of Australia would in fact become a sovereign nation. The same possibility was open to New Zealand and Canada. After a lot of effort on the part of Alpha Lodge initiates all over the globe, only the British colony of South Africa became a sovereign nation. The income and influence of the left-hand path and its adherents remains intact to this day.

MEANS OF CONTROL

The right-hand path takes responsibility away from the individual by having a formal dogma, a code of ethics and behavior and by having the individual participate in an organized grouping. In that way and to varying extents the identity of the individual is taken away by belief systems which the individual has to accept, and by them accepting some higher authority, be such authority an individual, a group or an ideology. The Alpha Lodge took over these authorities – political parties, the military, the public service, financial institutions, the legal profession, churches, charities and others – by a variety of means and in this way achieved its aims.

The Church of Satan and its child, the Temple of Set are the public faces of the left-hand path. They remain magnets for those with promise who will be invited to join or who will find more serious and clandestine branches of a very old tradition. In that regard the Order of Nine Angles in Britain is a sister ‘lodge’ to the various Alpha Lodges worldwide and increasingly so in America.

In the pedestrian world the universities of Oxford and Cambridge in the Britain and the University of Texas in America remain the Alpha Lodge’s fertile recruiting grounds. Like all modern universities, these centers of learning prepare their students for a life of work in some dismal institution, trapping them in the retirement system and creating prisoners of the State. But unlike modern universities, these three and the University of Osaka remain at the forefront of Luciferianism. Osaka University in Japan became important in the mid-1980s owing to its relationship with of all groups, the I.R.A. Not many realize that Irish republicans have a deep and long association with Osaka University, as that university also now has with the left-hand path in Asia.

Northern Ireland has many Satanists of high caliber. Irish Satanists are particularly into child abductions and sacrifice. Theirs is an old, dark paganism replete with seasonal celebrations. Akin to the Order of Nine Angles, the Irish nonetheless retain their own mysteries. Some of their highest people are also members of the Alpha Lodge. Clonegal Castle and its surrounds are well know to Irish initiates.

ANTON LAVEY AND NORMAN LINDSAY

Howard Stanton Levey (left) was originally associated with the American branch O.T.O. and it was from them that he was first taught serious Magick. Carl Kellner, Dr. Gérard Encausse, Theodor Reuss, John Yarker, Major General K.E. Haushofer and Dietrich Eckart were some heavyweights in the foundation of what is today known as the Alpha Lodge. Their work was based in Europe but also found fertile soil in America, particularly owing to the later efforts of Edward Alexander Crowley and his connections with the British intelligence services. It was this teaching – via Crowley through Marvel Whiteside Parsons – which was the foundation of H.S. Levey’s later developments.

Whilst the Church of Satan is officially atheistic, its founder definitely wasn’t. Prior to becoming Anton LaVey, Howard Levey engaged in a number of activities which are yet to see the light of day – if these ever do. For example, he was at one time an associate of [Zodiac Killer] Dick Gaikowski.

It was around 1964-5, that the Alpha Lodge first made contact with him and a fruitful arrangement it turned out to be. His endearing achievements remain the Ordo Cave Lupam (just a few short years after the Profumo Affair) and its influence upon the (originally Australia- based) Black Order (of Typhon). It is a shame that he never met [foremost Australian artist] Norman Lindsay who contributed much to the Black Order’s success.

Crowley constantly stressed attracting significant and successful people into the occult world and Satanism certainly did. Prior to the 1960s many Freemasons were recruited internationally. These well placed, professional connections are still paying dividends today, particularly in Ireland, but Australia was no different. Aristocrats (particularly those with strong Norman ancestry), politicians, bureaucrats, media glitterati, social workers and even Christian clerics now worship at the altars of Satan.

Norman Lindsay (left) was never homosexual but, that said, he at times enjoyed the favors of very young girls. He engaged in work surrounding the mysteries of the vagina, particularly the Kaula rites of Tantric Magick. I’m told that there are a number of bodies which were buried outside (but around) his Faulconbridge property. Nearby there are chambers beneath the ruins of a now derelict mansion that was burnt out some decades ago. I understand that these subterranean chambers have not been accessed since the 1930s, when that mansion was sold.

Norman Lindsay discovered that the use of ritual and sex created a separate world where normal morality was forgotten. Young children initiated through such rites displayed cognitive distortions, often becoming disciples of their original abusers. Norman maintained that cruelty and violence were natural and that society’s denial of these was simply Christian hypocrisy. Through him the Alpha Lodge in Australia began organized sexual exploitation, harnessing their rites towards power and the control of the individuals involved.

The child victims were disoriented by the robes, incense, incantations and locations. Who is going to believe a little child haunted by shame and terror talking about sexual abuse and torture at the same time they mention the bizarre aspects of ritual? Norman maintained that secrecy and silence were the first and best lines of defense; followed of course, by the lack of credibility of the victims themselves. Decades after his death, initiates of the Alpha Lodge proposed “subconsciously fabricated memories” as the actual cause of some of the distressing stories which have more recently seen the light of day, but it should be remembered that the the earlier insights of Lindsay were foundational in the acceptance of the ‘panic’, ‘witch hunt’ and ‘hysteria’ claims of today’s denying professionals.

If a child speaks of what occurred, they become victims of a dismissive, incredulous society and the sensationalist media circus which generates itself around the ambiguities of their stories. They are pushed to the margins of society’s conscience and consciousness, then forgotten. It was discovered that a few evocative words was usually enough to cripple a victim with visceral flashbacks of the shame and agony being relived again and again – for their memories are a prison without walls.

Lindsay rediscovered that in a threatening ritual situation – with its heightened sense of alertness, with reaction and responses at fever pitch – if the chance to respond in a constructive way is denied then everyday responses to danger become dysfunctional. In such individuals fear, anger and sadness can be manipulated to quickly escalate. Emotionally numbed and fatigued child initiates can develop a separate sense of complete difference to others together with a belief in the total power of their perpetrators. I’m told that some of the children went on to live extraordinary lives – both within and outside of the Alpha Lodge – whilst most descended into prostitution for the Alpha Lodge, followed by early death.

In America today Norman Lindsay is worshiped by initiates as the God He is. He has become greater than the mortal He knew would die that a God may be born. His feast is twenty-one days after the Eve of All Hallows. A young (virgin) girl is presented to the Temple, prepared by female members and initiated by the most advanced male in attendance who wishes to do so. Others may then take their turn. Her bodily juices are collected and used in later rituals, principally to consecrate or in ointments.

BRITISH SATANISM

Meanwhile in Britain, Bob Boothby and Tom Driberg, (left with harold Wilson,) apart from being homosexuals, were also active Satanists. Tom’s cover of Anglo-Catholicism kept him out of a lot of bother. Both were involved behind the scenes in organizing for Harold Wilson and Edward Heath to become Prime Ministers of Britain, as Wilson was a high initiate of the left-hand path and together with Nat Rothschild, Britain is still influenced by their seminal work. Heath, on the other hand, was the highest initiated Satanist in Britain to become Prime Minister.

[Winston Churchill referred to Tom Driberg as “someone who gives sodomy a bad name.]

Even occultists know little, if anything, about Bob or Ted’s visits to the ancient sacrificial Wood in Clapham, Sussex and their association with certain people in the surrounding areas. The Wood holds some serious secrets stretching back in time to before Roman Britain and indeed it still does. From what I’ve been told, one day some of these hidden horrors will be found, but by then those involved will be long dead.

Just as in Australia, there are tunnels and caverns beneath Chequers and I’m aware that Heath used these. Balmoral Castle also sits atop a vast expanse of underground workings. There are secret tunnels beneath London that lead into the Earth. If you know where to look, a few of London’s subterranean ghost railway stations and the odd pub cellar are good places to start. Some of these may be natural whilst others have been constructed. Prior to London becoming a Roman city there were mines in the area, mines that were later discovered and used. Indeed, it would be true to state that thousands of people could live in the tunnels and caverns beneath the City as there are abundant water sources. The crowning, in-your-face audacity of the British Establishment was to name the bunker beneath the Ministry of Defence ‘Pindar’ – after the Greek poet, of course!

Both Wilson and Heath used to sacrifice children and the British royal family still does. Ted Heath took a real delight in it, or so I’m told. Apparently he used to engage in ritual outside of London on a Common associated with Francis Dashwood. Likewise, the British royals have public and very private lives. Their obsession with hidden, esoteric traditions stretching back millennia is nothing short of amazing. Prince William is being groomed for big things. He is a man to watch!

The Dark Lord, Peter Mandelson , (left) apart from being openly gay, is one of the highest initiates in the United Kingdom. He was trained in the hebdomadry system of Magick, the same system used by both the Alpha Lodge and the Order of Nine Angles. His close association with international business figures and the Bildberg group have been of great, indeed inestimable use to the left-hand path. Following well thought out and well honed traditions, his dream is a prison-grid global community. He loves to control. And ‘Mandy’ as he’s known to those who know him best, is as sharp and dangerous as a stiletto.

It is Mandelson who has helped turn Europeans into serfs for Europe’s banks. Europe is now reverting to a neo-feudalism structure with bankers as the overlords of their indentured citizenry. Britain, America and the rest of the world will go the same way. Kleptocratic politicians are merely vassals. If current debts were simply wiped off of the books the only tragedy would be the destruction of the ‘too big to fail’ banks. While politicians call that a catastrophe it would actually be freedom for millions of disenfranchised debt-serfs. That’s why it must not happen – and won’t!

Wages will continue to be cut even as taxes are increased to service the debt owed to the Banker Lords. Politicians everywhere are bowing and scraping before their Lords, promising deeper cuts and higher taxes. This is as it should be and will effectively cripple economies around the world. Protectionism under the guise of ‘Fair Trade’ will be shortly implemented after the American crash. This is what the filth want and we will give them what they want – taxation, poverty and war.

The next war will start in Iran but will bring the entire Islamic world into conflict with the [Christ]tian west. Right-hand pathers like nothing better than wars and killing. For long before I was born the Alpha Lodge has been orchestrating to give them what they want. After the next big war we will be in a position to take over everything that is left. “For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones…Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve.”

Living most of his life as a repressed homosexual urolagnist and having been taught to be cautious; Mandy’s viciousness, cunning and polished, diplomatic persona are his enduring trademarks. Just don’t get in his way. He lives by the left-hand path code of honour, loyalty and revenge. It was Mandelson who was instrumental in the death of James Rusbridger, particularly in the sordid way his ‘suicide’ was made to look.

PRINCESS DIANA

Hekate and Diana are both Goddesses of the night and the Alma bridge tunnel sits beneath crossroads. Indeed, when looking at the memorial on the ground floor of Harrods – complete with the more obvious fish bladder and chalice – little is left to the imagination. And the flaming torch – it’s everywhere, even on her grave. Indeed, one of the things the flaming torch represents – apart from a Wand – is the golden semen of the thirteen royal families of Europe. Diana was largely kept out of the inner workings of the British royal family owing to her inability to toe the line. After William, she was expendable and rightly so. She’d served her purpose. Her death was merely icing on the cake.

Princess Diana was a sheep among wolv