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Fatal (my very first poem)

The look of evil as times are grim,
A sign of death as we are living in sin,
The blood of my heart leaves a dark stain,
To love her, with all to lose and nothing to gain;

Close my eyes as I wait for my time,
Is killing myself such a crime?
Death from the angel is all I ask,
So leave me alone as I carry out this task;

Half way dead as I bleed on the floor,
I wait for Satan to open the door,
Life has been so deadly and wicked,
Climbing the gate so thorny and pricked;

Slow and painful is the death rate,
As I slashed my wrists on this fatal date,
This was all for a girl can’t you see,
I look to the stars, there’s no forgiveness for me;

My time was Fatal!

-T.C. Downey 1990


The Principal of Water Element

When I think of the Elements the first one that comes to mind is water. Water is very much like Darkhorse. It is unassuming and so often overlooked. There is an almost unnatural calming effect that so many experience in its presence. It is as if the stories of old, told of the Siren’s song, were simply a metaphor for the mesmerizing trance that the water holds. As deep as the trenches of the ocean floor go, so does this great teacher’s lessons.

In as many forms as we can find water taking; we can find an equal portion of transformations owed to it. Water is the giver of life and the unspeakable horror of the lives it has taken. On a Planetary level, it is representative of the inner mind and subconsciousness. Some of its chief hallmarks being adaptive, soothing, fluid, corrosive, expanding, and overcoming.

None can deny the power that this element holds. How quickly it can shift from a calm serenity, to a swelling chaos of certain peril. On an Earthly level, it is a perfect balance of tri-state mastery (hot-tepid-cold). Seemingly able to summon hybrid variations of these states. One would be wise to court Mercury’s companion. At the surface, it should be seen as reflective. Bearing in mind, the deeper we go the more mysteries it holds. No wonder why in Alchemy it is denoted by the downward triangle.

The Slyman works to imitate the properties of water element. Seeking to absorb the prowess and mysteriousness. Minding the great wisdoms the waters hold. Not just in seeking your own level, but in your own tri-state mastery.

To this effect, the (one of the) fundamental task(s) of the Initiate Grade of the Order of Nine Angles’ Sevenfold Path termed “Insight Role” (once referred to by Mindfux as Agency); is revered by Darkhorse as essential to development. This practice of shapeshifting is both insightful and extremely useful to our ends.

I am not sure I agree with A. Long about the duration of your first insight role being a minimum of 18 months, but perhaps there is some aspect I’m overlooking. I would tend to think a build up to that undertaking would be useful, as learning to hold a shape takes a tremendous effort. Still I am a strong proponent of the notion “if its not broken, don’t fix it” and this is definitely not broken.

SHTF Preppers (Shit-Hits-The-Fan Preppers) should be flocking by the thousands to achieve this; as this is the ultimate “Grey Man” training. Changing your appearance and being able to move in and out of different scenarios undetected is only effective in a short term event. They assume they can make it to their “bug-out” location. It is also worth mentioning that in a true SHTF situation this is reactive and not proactive. Anyway I digress.

If I have failed in any way to demonstrate the powers held by this Elemental; one needs only go to Wikipedia and search “List of water deities” and stand in awe of broad scope and antiquity of its worship. For me, being of Irish Celtic descent, its resonance echoes of a heritage I will never truly get to understand. I refuse to buy into the “neo-druid” horseshit which reeks of Crowley’s golden dawn with sprinkles of wicca and flakes of shaman spice.

As a boy my great-granddad used to tell me old folklore from our homeland. Tales of fairies, warriors, and gods were his favorite to wax. There was always a water connection. So much of a connection that my family’s coat of arms distinctly has 3 sea creatures on it.

Before I stray to far from the thrust of this writing. I wanted to glean another association to water I have made, and that is to blood (more specifically bloodlines). Obvious I guess, to most maybe, but in the same way that water can be used for dilution, it can also be used for purification. To further affect it is also key to transmutation.

The process of making crack-cocaine is one excellent example of such purification and transmutation. Three very simple ingredients when processed together can take weak powdered cocaine and make it reemerge; both hardened and more potent. This of course takes place in the first ingredient water.

During times of antiquity, a tactic was used to assimilate a conquered people (thus ensuring compliance) without necessarily totally enslaving them. To maintain “total occupation” is an extremely expensive and laborsome endeavor. By simply killing off the undesirable components (in this case the warrior caste) and inter-breeding with select components; you can create a linear-sense of loyalty and submission. Halfbreeds (with desirable traits) can then be further bred back into the desired pool. Perhaps adding a physical or mental ability not present (or perhaps weaker) before.

This is not unlike the process of making crack-cocaine. As it is a formula for the breaking down, purification, and reemergence of greater intensity; it is yet another stellar example of water’s transmutative abilities. As much as water is one the great teachers; so is it one of the great tests. Though we require it to survive; it is something of a feat to survive it. The necessity to do so is the catalyst for us to become as adaptive and persistent as water itself is.

So in closing, I will implore those of the Darkhorse to be as insidious as water is. Study it, work with it, revere it, and you will unlock the secrets bore in the depths of it. The Mother, Destroyer, Nurturer, and Sorceress that is eternal. She is worshipped throughout the history of mankind. She encourages us be silent and subtle; to be formless and adaptive; to be entrancing and yet treacherous. This writing is but a shallow gleaning of a gnosis so rich and available to any who choose to undergo it. One cannot move through water fearlessly, without knowing the depths of it. As Bruce Lee once said “Be water, my friend”.

Live Deliberately!

-Beast Xeno


Fuck The Machine (an old poem)

“Fuck the Machine”

No matter how hard
I’ve tried
I’m still trapped inside
My 9 to 5
I’m staying alive
But it’s quite a stride
Still I sell my pride
And hope I thrive
By pleasing the mind
Of a superior kind
A man with a wallet fuller than mine
All through this time
I repeat in my mind
One day I’ll rise
One day I’ll shine
I wish I was strong
Like a Rock –n- Roll song
And made a dong
Like a big brass gong
Or take away your breath
Like a 4 foot bong
But those days are gone

I want to stand up and scream
Something obscene
Muck up what’s said to be clean
Hold up my finger and say:
“Fuck The Machine!”
Take what’s left of my being
And follow my dreams

You think you control
My mind and soul
Get it through your thick skull
There was nothing sold
No favors are owed
Won’t do what I’m told
I’ve been driving this road
Since before the stars were old

-T.C. Downey 1999


Encore of Hypocrisy (An old poem)

The veil of truth has been removed.

Who we are, defined by what we do.

Search deep inside, you’ll find we’re cruel.

Our primal darkness, seeping through.

Lullaby of lies, duped and mezmerized; still we can’t disguise it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog look for a kill.

Ravenous and genocidal.

Ingrained within ensuring survival.

Yet we bury it deep in denial.

Build our strawmen, then place them on trial.

Turn a blind eye, cover it in pride; pathetically we can’t hide it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog looking for a kill.

Far beyond, what we pretend to be.

An encore of hypocrisy.

Our species was born of rage.

Soaked in blood and brutality.

-T.C. Downey 2013


The Accuser (A short poem)

I walk among the living dead.
I see them and their madness.
Their eyes are wide open, yet they dream life; without lucidity.
They fear the rational gaze.

I am fire to them.
My words scorch their delusions.
My reasons blind them, burning bright with contempt for folly.
Some speak of me as insurgency, I see a quest for merit.

I am relentless and defiant.
My restlessness, rushes over the bedrock; smoothing every stone.
Even in my calmest appearances, I still yield a wicked undertow.
Men whisper stories of being sucked under me, never to again be seen.

I am the accuser.
I point my finger firmly and judge ye, as I have already judged myself.
You have chosen to simply toe-the-line, turning an eye that is blind.
Acting contrary to your design.

I am of the Tree of Wyrd.
Rooted deeply in what has passed; yet reaching outward into the vastness.
What is life, if not to grow? Tend me closely or let me go.
Will you climb atop, or be sated by what hangs low? The answer, I already know.

-T.C. Downey 2021


The Shape of Things to Come. (Worthy of a read)

Everything that exists in this universe develops its suchness, quality, and nature because of its Environment. Time is on the ONA’s side. The Future neither belongs to the Right or Left. It belongs to Violence, War, Hate, Competition, and Human death and casualties the likes of which we have never seen: the Future belongs to Human Nature. It’s the Kali Yuga after all. Agios O World War 3!

Read the full article here!


The Numinous Undertaking

To recognize the need for the destruction of puritan ideology is indicative of wisdom. A smart man sees things for what they really are; dishonorable, oppressive; literally infested with hubris. A. Long in his practical wisdom has charged those of a specific character to presence the sinister. This is to be accomplished through particular methods with precise aim to affect Aeonic Change. To that end; Let he that has the ear, hear the words of Tsun Tzu “All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved”. Let this be the thrust to which I Aim.

As I have stated before “Darkhorse is not a descriptor, rather a prescriptor. It is neither the map, nor the terrain; rather it is the skills to scale and survey the terrain. A developed ‘eye for detail’ and the faculty to correlate the map to the terrain; thereby reaching your aim“. Aeonic Change is the only worthy Aim to the Slyman. Only change can bring about our evolution. Adaptation is a measure of intelligence in the tri-sense of the word, and by that I mean mind/body/spirit (please excuse the laymen’s terms, I’m trying not to get lost in the abstractions). To achieve this end, I bring forth Darkhorse.

Darkhorse sees our situation for what it truly is; the proverbial David and Goliath.  Like the story, the odds seem insurmountable, but with the correct action/actions the giant will topple. There are multiple tactics and combinations of tactics one could employ to do so. I will only outline and briefly discuss a few.

Permeation – This is the same tactic used by the Catholic Church during the Age of Discovery. It is a play on Tsun Tzu’s “moral law”. This is where you weave your ideology into the very fabrics of your enemy’s culture, beliefs, and society. It is done in such a way as to infect the solidarity of their opposition. I have witnessed this strategy being mostly effectively used by the O9A already over the past 10 years or so. Chloe352 is, in my opinion, the most effective employer of this strategy. You only need to go to the O9A site now and see how and where she’s operating. She openly discusses or leaves clues in her writings. In the Insidious Way (ISW) this is the Principle of Earth Element. One cannot cultivate a garden in soil that is already tainted.

Division/Isolation – This is the tactic that is so often used in the most notable military campaigns of History. This is the classic divide and conquer tactic. Division can be accomplished through a variety of means. Creating tensions between any type of diversification already present within the body of your enemy. Psychological warfare at its finest. By severing connection to each other and possibly the outside world, in such a way as to give the impression that the enemy stands by itself. This is effective because it tends to create the feelings of panic and suffocation. In the ISW this is the Principle of Air Element. One cannot breathe freely when the air is restricted.

Exhaustion – By draining the resources and therefore the vitality of our enemy, we are quickly able to tire them out. At the same time, we are able to strengthen and fortify ourselves. Tsun Szu says “Hence a wise general makes a point of foraging on the enemy. One cartload of the enemy’s provisions is equivalent to twenty of one’s own, and likewise a single picul of his provender is equivalent to twenty from one’s own store.” In the ISW this the Principle of Fire Element. One cannot be revitalized from ash and cinder.

These are merely the cursory overviews of definition, correlation, and use of such tactics in which themselves hold an esoteric fortune to those with the aptitude to make use of them. Let them be a tri-folded beacon for the kindred, for the Darkhorse sees there are in fact distinctly nine of them. 9 Worlds, 9 Rites, 9 Octaves, 9 Elements, 9 Avatars, 9 Archetypes, 9 Angles, and on and on; down the rabbit hole we go.

The Rites of Darkhorse

“For I incline toward the view that whether we do this is inextricably bound to
how we understand our current predicament on Earth and thus whether we
can free ourselves from the constraints that so bind us now: abstractions,
politics, religions, a lack of self-knowing, a lack of self-honesty, dishonour,
and such personal egoistic desires as so often still subsume us. Which
constraints the experiential Seven Fold Way (the ‘physis sorcery’) of the O9A
was designed to break, containing as that esoteric Way does a necessary,
human, enantiodromia – a melding of the masculous with the muliebral – and
presencing as it does, as those who reach the stage of Internal Adept
discover, the essence of culture.”-A. Long 2015 (From an interview that “Rachael Stirling” had with A. Long)

An Interview with Anton Long (NYC 2015)

It is providence that this, gem of a PDF (An Interview With Anton Long), has surfaced in the midst of me working on this essay. A. Long’s statement shows an eerie reflection of the very essence of Darkhorse. Perhaps that is because there is an internal synchronicity held between two that have honestly put the Work in. It may just be the admiration I have held for the man since I first came upon the curious occult entity referred to as O9A. I tend to believe the former; as most of the narrative has slowly manifested in different aspects (evidenced in my poetry from roughly 30 years ago to today) of my path. No matter the reasons, all things have resulted in the coming practice and Klan.

I have resolved to consciously put daily effort into this blog so that I might attract the likeminded or kindred. Should my words resonate, and you feel a kindred connection to the Darkhorse; you can contact me at beastxeno@gmail.com. Be aware though I am not seeking online fantasy play pals. I am looking for those with the mind and spirit to Work in the real world. I will relist the 9A:O below.

Our 9A:O – The Nine Angled Objectives of Darkhorse Klan (DhK)

1. To seek resonance, to build strength within.
2. To absorb, embody, and evolve the Insidious Way.
3. To tap our potential as Darkhorse and gain supranatural advantages in achieving our Aims.
4. To decimate morality. To reject duality/balance as some higher attainment.
5. To be freed from prison A (mental liberation), and become a Deep One.
6. To endeavor as creators, manifestors of living breathing art.
7. To see “real world” manifestations of the Klan into fruition. Such as continued legal status, real Lodges and monetary growth. To begin the corrosion of prison B (societal liberation)
8. To construct something that lasts of the self beyond death; both internally and externally.
9. To Awaken the A:O.

There are nine Rites in the ISW; Awakening, Heresy, Transmutation, Creation, Mayhem, Sinister, Undertaking, Havoc, and Insidious; they are all interconnected and must be worked in succession as the notes in a scale do. I will get to them in time, but for the moment there is already a great deal to digest. I have been working on this post for far too long as it is. I will leave this enneagram as food for thought in closing. As it shows 9 Rites and 9 Archetypes that I associate to them.

Live Deliberately!


Courageous Heart (a slightly newer poem)

I’m probably doing this all wrong

Only knowing the lyrics of love songs

But pain is something, I’ve known all a long

Its something against which, I can be strong

I can light the darkness until the dawn

Suffer gracefully like nothing is wrong

Support the pillars, so the sky won’t fall

Wrestle Titans and defy divine law

I’ve faced death and wasn’t scared

Lost it all and never cared

Been beaten, broken, and scrutinized

It didn’t stop me from locking eyes

When it comes to one thing

I am without a clue

 How do you go about…

Making someone believe in you?

Do you make your words the sweetest song?

Make them feel as if nothing is wrong?

Tell them all the evil is gone?

Face them; pretending you’re strong?

Trick them, decieve them, or tell them lies?

Never let them see tears in your eyes?

Be everything you know, they don’t despise?

When they call your name, be sure to rise?

Be cruel and heartless, as love sometimes is?

Lose yourself in the passion of the kiss?

Pull them in tight and make a wish?

No doubt, just tiny bumps across the flesh.

One might wonder, why you would want to?

Make someone believe in you

Only pain has proven true,

will you now believe in them too?

When you realize, you somehow made it through

Will you smile and laugh, cause you were a fool?

Make a pledge to yourself; not to be such a tool?

Have a courageous heart and to that be true.

-T.C. Downey 2012


Illuminating The Xeno (a slightly newer poem/mantra)

You are not Special,
You aren’t even who you think you are,
There is nothing original or authentic about you,
You are a carbon copy,
A xerox of life force,
A chain reaction of impulses,
An executed precision of basic programming,
You will not see your dreams realized,
You will drone in the mundane until extinguishment,
Your efforts are a vivid deception,
Truly you aren’t even in motion,
You are not even awake,
Mostly you are in a deep slumber,
Sprinkled with spells of broken sleep,
Your Most High Adepts are at best lucid dreamers,
You’ve made yourself a fraud and a liar,
Afraid of your own potential,
Blind to your birthright,
A sheep on the pasture,
A means to a product,
No god will embrace you,
You’ve refused to embrace yourself,
You’ve forgotten your honor,
Possess nothing of character,
You’ll surely dismiss me,
Cast a circle and falsely pass onto me labels,
But I cannot be bound to you,
Most likely you aren’t worthy of this knowledge,
So you cannot receive me,
For you are a liar,
Claiming you can do nothing of catastrophic proportions,
perception is a farce of smoke and mirrors,
Cast Herme’s Stone,
Shatter the panes,
And glare till the airs crisp,
Might you know the objective in every way possible,
Still you are naive to the nature of the currents,
And cannot deny them,
Your strings plucked in pandemonium,
A runaway puppet,
A beggar and groveling slave,
No master would have you,
To mentor or suffer,
Those you would have tend you,
They shame you and shave you,
They mockingly parade you,
I am no better,
Strike that of these matters,
For I have embraced them,
And I truly struggle,
Against them I grow stronger,
Each time I reach deeper,
Becoming void of the human,
Illuminating the Xeno

-T.C. Downey 2010


More Artwork


Holy War III – Apocalypse (an old poem)

Stained in glory, here before me

No song of victory

In steaming fury, a one man jury

Open the guillotine

An imperial power, his monstrosity towers

Hail the mighty king

For I am but only, a lonely solider

Killing for majesty

Many are like me, living to serve thee

Dying is integrity

Fiercely strong, so we push on

Won’t stop till victory

We didn’t start it, but we’ll finish it

Soldiers of World War III

First come the showers, explosions of power

So wickedly fearsome we are

Then we move through with swiftness, conquer with quickness

So righteously phantoms of death

For our gods and our country, so our sons live peaceably

We smash out the puritan’s seed

In our push for the win, we committed a sin

Underestimating the mankind’s greed

Nobody won World War III

Now that it’s over, no longer a soldier

A vagabong left to be

I remember the hour, of nuclear power

Destroying society

The cities are ruined, species is long gone

Nothing left in the sea

The sun is scorching, the air is on fire

My skin is peeling from me

Soon there will be, nothing left of me

The lone victor of World War III

– T.C. Downey 1992


Eminent Mind’s ReAwakening

Eight years had passed when I reopened this old WordPress. For eight years I have only Worked and manifested offline and only for my immediate benefit. I have to apologize for that, because the truth is I was discouraged by the anonymous-word-soup from those I admired and rampant sycophancy of those I abhor. There are/were those I remain in communication with. Even they are from time to time and lesser as time passes. You see outside the interwebs I don’t have to use any particular set of methods to influence the current to achieve my aims. People are sheep and I recognize this, even the smartest that I interact with still can be sheered with regularity.

Coming back here now, I am almost overwhelmed. However the A:O call to me and it is clear my work here isn’t finished. There is so very much that I simply just intuit it can at times be daunting trying to break things down for ease of reading. You would think being a father that I would have mastered this type of discourse, but there are two factors which disrupt that theory. The first is that my offspring are of me and since birth have been around me, so they understand me and even to some extent think as I do. The other thing is, and I keep this in the forefront of my mind always; you my reader are not children. Hailing from all walks of life and with different degrees of intuition and intelligence. Some are more initiated and others so mundane.

Experience has taught me not to underestimate or overvalue, and so I get lost in a labyrinth of my own design. Simply trying to balance the totality of my gnosis and communicating it effectively. I find myself jealous of writers like Chloe352 and my late comrade Ego Diabolus, they seem to effortlessly put their ideas out there effectively. I realize this is of course a healthy mixture of natural talent and practice as all artwork is. Communication is an artform, perhaps it is the root artform, as all types of art are trying to communicate something to the receptor.

Perhaps this is why I’m drawn back to this artificial disconnect (Interwebs). It is possible with a daily effort and the revealing of all aspects of myself that I might learn to be a more effective communicator. Before I kept different aspects of myself compartmentalized. In hindsight I’ve taken away some of the tools I possess. In effect, giving myself a ridiculous handicap.

My aim has never deterred as you’ll see in poetry I wrote 20-30 years ago. I am singularly focused on sparking change. I know now and have always known this battle will be fought liberating one mind at a time. This is why I have brought back Eminent Mind, DhK, and Beast Xeno. For 30 years I have walked the Lefthand Path, explored the conscious and subconscious alike. For 30 years my deeds in real life have matched my core principals. For all the ritual and practice there has to be one thing that kindles your awakening. So this is for you. I see your prison and am trapped there too. I know your shackles, for I have also felt their weight. It is so much easier a path to just follow the program, but it is empty and hollow. It is forsaken and meaningless.

-Live Deliberately

T.C. Downey


Some Drawings 2013-2017


My Darkest Day (an old poem)

The Autumn chill sets in;

An eerie silence whispers on the wind;

It doesn’t muffle what’s stirring in my head.

All my thoughts seem grim;

This vast emptiness collapsing in;

A hallow chorus chanting “go into the light.”

The light it fades;

Soaked and stained;

Stained by my darkest days.

Darkness bleeds throughout;

Carried by the brush strokes of doubt;

Does nothing ever comfort the screaming?

Where does it start or end;

This madness, I’m slipping in;

Slightly touched by March’s wicked grin.

The laughter dissipates;

Cloaked and weeping;

Weeping for my darkest days.

The new day, asked me why;

Am I wasting his precious time;

Posing questions only answered in my mind.

Might be better if it fails;

Cause there’s no wind to drive the sails;

Thus I am so tired of waiting to exhale.

My time dissipates;

No one else will wait;

Wait out the dawn on my darkest day.

– T.C. Downey/Beast Xeno 2013


Rage (an old poem)

Rage

It’s got me frustrated 

And I can not breathe

An everyday façade

Swallowing me

Live out my dreams

Only in fantasies

Sentenced to a prison

Without bars or chains

I pray for demons

I beg for rage

I seduce an explosion

Just to blow up my cage

Lodge me in my throat

So I can swallow this shame

No soldier’s glory

No father’s pride

No recollection of

When my true self died

My impure soul

Finds no redemption

Unwashed and unclean

Just a piece of the machine

by T.C. Downey 1997


The A:O

Referred to by Lovecraft as the “Great Old Ones” and the “Outer Gods”, I have come to know them as The Ancient Ones. A fictional pantheon created by Lovecraft to build atmosphere in his tales, according to our tradition, the A:O are the primeval archetypes of Aethyr. HPL, by means of his stricken health, may have developed a naturally occurring deep esoteric resonance. Lovecraft inadvertently tapped into something ancient and primordial; a pervasive metaphysical essence at the beginning of all Aeons, which exists outside the physical plane. That same essence began revealing itself by manifesting unspeakable cosmic horrors in the dreams of Lovecraft.

In mankind’s early days, the A:O were nameless gods. Adepts came and went as frequently as the decades passed, each one ascribing a name(s) to the attributes recognized. Each passing generation, trying to find a better way to communicate what the A:O was. Our species lacked the capacity to describe the essence before and within them. At first we could only give it relations to elements in nature which appeared to be supranatural. When we finally mastered the art of anthropomorphization, we had all but forgotten what we were first trying to describe. An essence which was the catalyst that caused man to evolve and one day take our place among the Deep Ones; astral beings transcending dimensional existence as living conduit from which the A:O could return.

The A:O was lulled into a death-like sleep and forgotten by the world. New Gods, that is Lesser Gods; had come to take the place of the cosmic horrors, we had once so revered. Somewhere deep inside the fragments of our being, there is a residual memory of the terrors of mutagenic transformation; but we have long since faded from awareness. As the LG demanded blind obedience to its paradoxical morality, out of fear for our supposedly immortal soul. Mankind fell from our connection to that metaphysical essence (magnetic center). Yet, farther from the true nature of our being.

To the A:O we had become insignificant and irrelevant. Once ripe with so much promise and potential, we had spoiled and rotted away in the once fertile soil from whence we had grown. The LG had poisoned our prana with morality, slavery, and suffering, so that it would be suitable to sustain them. So the Darkhorse’s Work since its inception, has been focused on awakening that resonance of metaphysical essence (magnetic center). To do this we would need to work in a particular direction, and in a particular fashion.

This magnetic center can be thought of as the prisoner part of our self which is emaciated and weak. It cannot live freely. When we begin the Work, it is clear that the cage imprisoning our magnetic center is unlocked. There is no real barrier preventing us from escaping.

Unfortunately, we are far too pathetic to live outside this cage. In order to survive, we must become stronger and more potent. Therefore, to be nourished, our essence (magnetic center) should be observed from the outside occasionally at first, and then with greater frequency. Gaining knowledge of what is happening in the world. The movement between this knowledge and our essence (magnetic center) is called Self-Remembering. Self-Remembering is energy creating tremendous positive (to our benefit) change. Essence is grown stronger and more potent with proper nutrition (the correct work within our centers) and specific impressions of the world. We then can determine the correct action to take based upon the information, experience, and work. Finally leaving the cage, at that point; that our magnetic center can be called the “Real I”.

“Real I” takes over showing us that mundane (puritan) life is not an important thing. Nor is it our optimal focus. Puritan life only gives us the basics and that is if we are fortunate. Our Great Work, on the other hand, is central to becoming more Conscious. When the Work becomes our focus, we are making evolutionary progress towards an aeonic perspective; towards awakening the A:O.

It is important that the reader acknowledge that there is a particular phenomenon being discussed here. Strip away anything thought to be extraordinary, fantastic, or supernatural; something still exists that is undeniable. This essence being discussed seems to be something which can exist outside of our otherwise biomechanical nature. Throughout history you can see one religion after the next all focused in one way or the other upon it. Science can only sort of measure it and only partially explain it. It is one of the chief mysteries that have puzzled thinkers and mystics since the beginning of this Aeon.

Theistic and gnostic relate it to the concept of a “soul” or “spirit”. Maslow labelled it as “self-actualization” and theorized that it could be cultivated to one step even higher. The attainment of a “transpersonal” state. Still none of them seem to wholly capture what, all of us seem to be aware of. That “thing”, that alien essence, in which they all seem to point to; That is The A:O. That is what we must endeavor to awaken. This is the Great Work of the Darkhorse Klan Brotherhood (or just simply called “The Brotherhood”).

Still in progress… but worth a preemptive share.

Live Deliberately,

T.C. Downey/Beast Xeno


Oath and Angles

(Oath of Klan Brotherhood)

I am not Special.

I know not now who I am.

I possess nothing that is original; barren of authenticity.

My ego is a carbon copy; xeroxed from true life force millenia ago.

A persona constructed by basic programming executed by a string of subconscious impulses.

I am an unwitting slave to the puritan ideological environment.

I have been stripped of my honour and robbed of my  potential; expected to be compliant.

Truth now has been spoken!

I will now begin to awaken!

I vow to gain back my HONOUR and strengthen my POTENCY!

Embracing to struggle.

Against this I’ll grow stronger.

Begin to reach deeper.

Then act as a Slyman.

I cannot go alone and become free of my prison.

So I am charged to seek out my own kind. 

To spark so that they may see a glimpse of light.

Should fortune have it their own struggle will also ignite.

Let this be our bond forged in more than blood.

Freedom and Purpose of ancient days and future nights.

I pledge on my life to rise with Honour and Klan! 


Our 9A:O – The Nine Angled Objectives of Darkhorse Klan (DhK)

1. To seek resonance, to build strength within.
2. To absorb, embody, and evolve the Insidious Way.
3. To tap our potential as Darkhorse and gain supranatural advantages in achieving our Aims.
4. To decimate morality. To reject duality/balance as some higher attainment.
5. To be freed from prison A (mental liberation), and become a Deep One.
6. To endeavor as creators, manifestors of living breathing art.
7. To see “real world” manifestations of the Klan into fruition. Such as continued legal status, real Lodges and monetary growth. To begin the corrosion of prison B (societal liberation)
8. To construct something that lasts of the self beyond death; both internally and externally.
9. To Awaken the A:O.


Dear Mr. Pseudo-Whatever

When I sat down today to write; I had it in my mind that I might tackle “Terror” as a subject matter and perhaps set the record straight (from my perspective anyway). As I fumbled around the internet; looking for things that might really hammer my ideas into a fine point. I stumbled across a blog entry which linked one of the most asinine videos I think I have ever seen. To boot, it was being paraded as “logical”. So I’m going to shelve “Terror” for yet another entry, because I just can’t stomach so much hubris in under 15 minutes. To think, my interests were once peeked by the author of this video. Shame on me.

The main topic of this blog entry (posted on December 21st of 2020) was “satan-ism” with the subtopic being “predatory groups of” satan-ism. In which, 3 videos were linked. I naturally selected the one I was interested in; the Order of Nine Angles. The video took place on November 3rd of 2020 (over 45+ days before the blog entry?? wtf??) and lasted just under 15 minutes. I wasn’t 30 seconds in and my eyes were involuntarily rolling into the back of my head. So much fallaciousness in one spot, it is hard to know exactly where to start, but like all things you aren’t sure about; I’ll just start at the beginning.

Before we get going I want to clarify (in case, over the years I have not) a few things. I am not a part of the inner circle of “Old Guard” and have only had interactions with handful of ONA associates. Some may be currently active, some may be in “away mode”, but I have only recently felt the calling once again to rejoin the interwebs. There is Chloe352 who I’ve talked to a great length via e-mail and other digital exchange mediums. I know her the best out of all of them. I met her on MySatan back in 2007 we conversed because of a common interest in Freemasonry and kind of hit it off from that. Since then there has been a flow of ideas and information exchanged. I have never seen her face and maybe heard her voice 1 time. Still the resonance is there, I know her inner-voice so well that I can spot her “sock” accounts from The first sentence posted. There is Ryan, I’m not sure really where I met Ryan or how we began talking via the interwebs, but it has been since just after meeting Chloe352 ( a year or two at most). I respect Ryan and our exchanges have always been mutually beneficial. Once again though no face, no voice, and this time it might take a little while; but I will spot his “socks”. Then there is MIndfux. I first encountered him on “the 600 club” and later on “S.I.N.”. This was around 2008-2010. After a bit of philosophical and political discourse (a private exchange via telephone and a guest appearance(s) on The Ooze), he invited me to work with him and several others I know in his (defunct??) L316 Nexion. Our two agendas and philosophical/political leanings lined up. Even though I AM NOT by nature a joiner; if I think the cause is worthy I will align myself. With L316 the stars were perfectly aligned. Finally Dan Dread who also participated in L316. Dan, I had known since just prior to Ryan and interacted with him via internet chatroom, e-mail, forums (S.I.N., 600, and CoMS), and general trolling on a daily basis for a few years. Razor sharp, that kid is for sure. That’s it my whole connection laid-out for all to see. Never exchanged with Anton Long, Christos Beest, or really anyone else to my knowledge. Well that’s only kind of true, Jall and I did have a brief exchange or two via PM.

So what was the point of that long winded history lesson? I’m writing this now; completely of my own accord and not perpetuating some “Socio-political master agenda”. The reason you see the Sigil in the sidebar of this site is because through my study of a large amount of texts and interactions with associates (those described listed above), I have determined that my aim, mindset, and beliefs are kindred to the ONA. Sure there are some variances and disagreements, but nothing that would warrant throwing the baby out with the bath water. Does that even make me O9A? How about you decide for yourself?

Now on to the “logic” that I found to be just as wanting as the beard on his face. Traditional Satan-ism as ascribed by the O9A is the ONLY valid satan-ism. The fact that I have to even point this out pains me considerably. You base your whole argument on 3 conditions:

  1. ONA has an agenda
  2. ONA are evil and participate in/encourage crime
  3. ONA view satan-ism as a tool or entry point.

The fact that you are using your own experience of juvenile antics and costume play to suppose; that all of the rest of us have a “super-villain mentality” is extremely telling. What is even more telling, is that you clearly mention “socially acceptable behavior”; as if anyone should give a fuck what is socially acceptable. It is no wonder to me at all, that you believe you are being manipulated to “do something really fucking stupid”. You certainly are being duped, but it isn’t by the O9A kid; you are lying to yourself. You are not a satanist, from what I can see you’re a “dark neo-pagan” and that’s giving you a lot of wiggle room. If you were actually putting in ANY Work at all, you should have gleaned these things by now:

Satan-ism IS an entry point; because once you understand the theory, doctrine, and system; and you have put them into practice; you will realize that you have been or are being Satanic. You have become like Satan! THIS is why you are encouraged to aspire to commit crime. It is the knowledge/gnosis gained from each act that moves you away from your magian/puritan mundane existence. Praxis is where you gain YOUR power and that is true anywhere on the LHP. If you don’t get that… I’m sorry Forrest, but this ain’t your box of chocolates. Satan is not a spiritual path or religion, that shit is for puritan posers like yourself.

Does the Order of Nine Angles have an agenda? Yes. Will they use whatever tactics, deeds, or manipulation necessary to accomplish it? Fuck Yes! Is western ideology, values, and society a festering fucking cancer to our species? You ARE DEAD FUCKING RIGHT! This crybaby culture of i-wannabe-specialism; those who just want to put on their little ceremonial robes, do a few lines of yayo, and rub one out by the candle light as they chant some silly bastardized latin phrases without paying in to the Current; is the calling card of society’s rotting stench. It is by their description, that we are inherently evil, and so what?? So fucking be it! Aren’t you late for Sunday School?

-Live Deliberately!

T.C. Downey (I will proof read later)


2021 State of the Satanic Union

Welcome back interwebs. I cannot really say I’ve missed you. There has been a couple of recent events that have brought me back to this domain. First the passing of my dear old friend, who once authored posts in this collection of various entries; Jason Sorrell / Ego Diabolus. Jason passed away on 2/22/2021. I’m not certain the particulars of why he passed so young. Nor do I care to disclose what information, I do possess about this event. Let us just celebrate the life of a man that truly lived a Satanic life. Jason understood the current on a very intuitive level, as well as, on a highly sophisticated philosophical and psychological level. He had the ability to dissertate his understanding on a very practical level. You can view his postings in right column under his name. I implore you to do so.

Speaking of having the ability to communicate very large complex concepts in a very practical manner; this brings me to the second event which has spawned my reemergence. I was recently contacted by yet another gifted thinker and also dear old friend, Chloe also known as Chloe352. This was a completely arbitrary event and though she inquired on Jason’s well being, she was totally unaware of his passing. Pure happenstance but it struck a resonance within me; one which I can only view it as providence. She was touching base with me, and filling me in on some less personal events she knew would interest me. It seems the ONA has recently caught the attention of different government agencies not just domestic but in various other regions of the world. You can read about it yourself on the o9a.org WordPress. I was informed that a few orgs and public figures had also passed, disappeared, or are in their death throws.

This opened my eyes to the current state of “satanism”. Notice I left the word lowercase. Chloe; in Nexion Zine 7.1 astutely points out that -ism is a distinctive doctrine, theory, system, or practice. Not a religion, not in my eyes anyway. I like to take Occam’s Razor and shave it right to the bone. You see to me, satan-ism is the doctrine, theory, system, practice of being satanic. That’s right kiddies, its an action; it’s something you do. More accurately, it is the way things are to be done. A search on google, reveals one sad, sad fact there is very little satan-ism going on out there, at least as a movement. I cannot speak for or about folks on an individual level, I; myself live a very satanic lifestyle and have not really contributed to the tradition in any aeonic sense. For a brief time I may have carried a little notoriety, but that’s probably just my own vanity talking. It’s now time to change that. So I’m calling myself out; I’m calling you out!

You may be thinking to yourself, “I am a troo satanist! I live my life by the core concepts of it. My deeds do in fact match my ideals. Why is it my responsibility to contribute?”, however for those words to be truthful; consider this. The mandate is intertwined in the very meaning of the words chosen to mascot this “system of being”, satan literally means “adversary; one who plots against” and devil; slanderer, accuser. So if you think being a hokey-halloween hung over- hack with a hedonistic appetite and a love for horror movies is sufficient to demonstrate solidarity; you are a fucking poser, plastic, a fraud, a fake, and you are not who I’m talking to right now. I could give two fucks, if you overdosed on 30 hits of LSD while getting ass-fucked by a gang of midget orangutans, as you performed a black mass ritual, live on TinyChat with a billion followers as witness. You are still a counterfeit and you will be culled.

Culling what an eerie word, no matter in what sense you are discussing it. Oxford says it is a reduction of a wild animal population by selective slaughter and the action of sending an inferior or surplus farm animal to be slaughtered. One might wonder the meaning when I say “no matter the sense you are discussing it.” when the definition is rather particular. You see there are other deaths besides physical ones. A physical death seems rather crude and non-congruent when placed in context of satan-ism and being satanic. Rather pointless and hollow then. Where’s the plotting? What would you be being adverse to? Where’s the slander and what of the accusation? Though there might be momentary gratification, ultimately there’s nothing really Satanic, maybe satanic in some instances, but nothing capital about it. It does nothing for the aeonic calling.

Instead slaughtering your credibility and use of the theory that you might be satanic (a yes its barely a theory), seems more fitting an undertaking. So if this fits you, maybe start calling yourself what you are; false. Because I have returned and I am your enemy.

Live Deliberately!

-T.C. Downey


The Black Son Of Scythe

Agios o Baphomet! Agios o Baphomet!

I have a bit of a confession to make. I suppose here is as good of a place as any. What I have to say here is this, I am and always have been mystically inclined; despite my lack of ignorance to the potential of peril in its line of thinking. My eyes see the world around me as one living thing. When I close them, if I didn’t know better; I swear I could hear the universe pulsing. My skin does this strange thing as I feel the airs passing between spaces, though I cannot explain it; it as if I can sense the disposition of the elements surrounding me. In the same way, I am often alerted to other presences in my general vicinity. To worsen matters, for as long as I can remember; I have always experienced a distinct sense of purpose. First when I was younger, I rationalized this as being predestined for something ‘greater’. As I grew older, my views shifted to it being more likely I held some function; that in fact, we all serve some function.

Perhaps this notion, could be something as fantastically romantic as; a charging coil in some abstract machine ruled reality. I sometimes entertain my mind with some epic saga of conquest and destiny. What becomes most interesting to me, is that my self induced delusions are never those of grandeur or glory. Nothing noble, no stride to save humanity. I think this speaks volumes, when contrasted with an understanding that; every event in my life has seemed to be pushing me in a way that, I could only be who I’ve become. Is Fate the seductress undeniable? Might it be I’ve always enjoyed the liberty of choice? Do I choose piety to the gods of probability and determination?

I can honestly say, that which has already transpired; has shaped the essence I bare to date. Defiance, transgression, honour, and aggression; are but a few of my virtues. I know the events that attributed to their dominance within me. As long as I can remember, I have looked to the splendor of flesh and bone. For all that man is, I marvel at its manifestation; man so vainly, failing miserably. No creature is born so wickedly cunning and insidious; to believe itself so above its environment, and yet cry for the carnage it leaves in its wake.

“A lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man.” – Turkish Proverb

Bravery means to dare or defy. This isn’t a passive action, this is an act of ferocity, brutality, and fearlessness. This is why our comparison is made to the lion. Lions are unforgiving and deliberate in their transgressions. Men can be much more ‘brave’ then lions. As a child I watched Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom a lot; it was beautiful to watch the lion take down its prey. Yet it held no more horror, than the autumn harvest being reaped.

Which brings me now to the reaping. Legends say there once was a Black Son who harvested an entire ‘Golden Age’ by the castration of his father. The Black Son represents an aeon so primal, fertile, and in many regards by today’s standards would be consider corrosive. For the Slyman though, it reveals itself an enlightenment of Vindex. This was the time of the first Titans, destined to be usurped and swallowed back up by the same darkness they sought to illuminate. During those days, ordinary men trembled under the unspeakable terrors that seemed to permeate all of existence, but extraordinary men reached deep into the fertile terrifying corrosion carving from it; embracing the enlightenment  of Aeonic Calling. They were the first Titans. They gave rise to gods, which in turn gave rise to more Titans that then gave rise to more gods; each marks an Aeon. Through the presence of the darkness, by drunken indulgence in the very essence of life; the Titans embraced the calling, and reaped their plunder. Essentially redefining what we are capable of as human. That is why they were Titans. That is why we ourselves must become Titans.


The Necromancer

Necromancy will be used to describe a particular set; drawing a minor relative reference to its established understandings. The descriptor, Necromancy was chosen due to its association to ‘invocation’ of (working of) past/alternate spirits. It is should be easily concluded that, we are drawing upon its synonymous interchangeability with ‘nigromancy’; meaning ‘black divination’; at least upon the completion of this text. It should be understood, that there is a special context in which ‘invocation’, ‘spirit’, ‘divination’, and other such ‘hot’ words are used . They will always be distinguished by ‘ ‘, as to continually build the context in which they are understood.

I offer no apologies for the institution of specialized language within this/or any other text produced by me. Put simply, it is the nature of language; that words adopt contextualized meaning. Language is a peculiar phenomenon, by its own nature both evolving and esoteric. It is in our very use that we find a vergence . It can be demonstrated that the right set of words, used at the right point in time; can ‘invoke ‘ (open) a channel of understanding in both the conscious, and subconscious often triggering action. There are those that would argue against the merits of N.L.P., hypnotism, and psychology (and whatever else fits into this category of science) as pseudosciences. Yet the proven effectiveness of advertising alone, makes small work of the matter. Reflecting upon, the recent national election ; I am convinced strung together the right way, (no matter the bullshit associated with) words hold power. That ladies and gents, is the key to ‘invocation’ nut-shelled.

‘Spirit’ is a dirty word these days. Which conjures up thoughts of the ‘supernatural’, mystical, and ghostly phenomena. For most these days, those are a hard pill to swallow. Since there is virtually no empirical evidence to substantiate Substance Dualism, this is understandable. This IS NOT the state of what I have imagined ‘spirit’ would be, it has been my understanding that ‘spirit’ was in interchangeable with ‘intensity’. Yet I cannot stress the peculiarity of the sense, I am describing. I contend to be in the ‘spirit’; simply means to manifest traits with intensity.

When you have school ‘spirit’, you emulate characteristics thought to represent that school. When a debate is ‘spirited’; it is because the arguing position’s intensity, gives it ‘spirit’. When your ‘spirits’ are high, we are talking about manifesting an emotional state that is intensely euphoric. If understood properly, it is describing a psycho-transformative state of a physical material. When I more properly examine it, it seems to hold qualities comparable to a ‘possession’. ‘Spirit’ seems to be acted through or itself acts through.

I then can understand where the muddling of ‘spirit’ moves into a ‘super natural’ stigma. A disciplined mind can make the distinction; we are not describing a non-material thing. Rather we are isolating a state/force enacting on a material thing for the purposes of examination, discussion, and enaction. No bogey-men required. Given you accept the premises laid out in the above few paragraphs; ‘Invoking’ the ‘spirit’ of Satan is calling for an intense manifestation of traits thought to represent Satan.

From this we are beckoned the question of why; why ‘invoke’ the ‘spirit’ of Satan? Why ‘invoke’ any ‘spirit’ at all? ‘Divination’ is the answer that firmly resounds to these ‘considerations’. Traditionally ‘divination’ is understood as the use of ‘super natural’ means to find out about the future or the unknown. This definition is deceptive to our conventional senses. What is deemed as ‘super natural’, is often accompanied with a spooky ghostly context; occurring outside the natural order. I contend, nothing can occur outside of the natural order. Even if we construct our model from a traditional scenario, within which we propose a haunting; it still verges within the natural order. I realize this is a plea on The Alchemy, but The Necromancy is not exclusive. The Alchemy tells us all things emerge within the natural order, exist as a transformative vergence; which is interconnected . So why do we in this one occurrence, assume a pejorative correlation to super? Am I mistaken to the paramount qualities of something super? Accepting the traditional understanding of ‘divination’ ; does this not mean the use of predominant, prime, supreme, and key means to finding out the future or unknown? To paraphrase Gurdjieff, one of my main influences; words truly only mean one thing. Words like other tools (means) of man’s design, when studied, understood, and practiced can become ‘super natural’.

Tonight’s word means ‘black divination’ ; Necromancy. ‘Black’ because unlike The Alchemy which seeks purification (simplification) through transmutation, it seeks absorption (complexification) through consumption. Necromancer’s seek to add to their field of influence, assimilation provides a rational means to this end. Not to simply “find out” the future or unknown, but to hold influence over them. To that effect, The Necromancer is a ‘black art’.

“I would like to see the concept of divination more correctly defined. Divination is often assumed to be a quest for information about the future. Rather, it is a quest simply for information, with which the person equipped can design the future.” – Jason Sorrell

An Alchemist’s aim is take something commonplace, and make it rare. Which in the end, alludes to all things having the potential to be rare. Necromancy has a different idea entirely.

In my discussion of ‘invocation’, I pointed to the idea, “words have power”. I hinted to the idea that, by understanding its meaning, relations, and intensities; you steadily tune the ability to wield it. Thereby essentially further complexifying the field of influence. As the intensification reaches iconic proportions, an embodiment of ‘spirit’ is recognizable. It is the ‘possession’ of/by this ‘spirit’ in which, The Necromancer; craft manifests.


Aside

Chalice of Consciousness

Image As I sit staring out the window, at the trees swaying in the breeze; my mind relaxes. I tune into the symphony that dances before me. All of existence pulsating in a sea of living vibrancy. Mesmerized by the seemingly endless stream of continuous connectivity, projecting from my consciousness outward; simultaneously acting in each plane and manifesting in the next. I am aware of the wondrousness that is being. So clearly I see the supernatural, and know it isn’t what it has been made out to be; instead something much more.

Do not mistake this for superstition. I am firmly grounded without the hysterics of ignorant falsity. Tangibly and verifiable, the sorcery is exploding in a fantastic supernova; engulfing everything imaginable and always. Though at this moment, I am only its witness; at times I am its composer, and at others its agent. I recognize that I may choose any role within it, I simply must recognize how it is connected to me. Like any great Magus, a gesture made, a symbol drawn, the calling of a name, or a chant in whisper; might give me the power to bend the folds of reality.

One relationship, I’ve develop an interest in unlocking the secrets to; is the self as primal, carnal, and ephemeral. Is it not the ivory skeleton-key carved out to open all the doors of potential? I celebrate its induction, codifying it by denoting it symbolically as a skull. What a potent representation, which saturates my mentations as I struggle to understand Influences; how they affect me, and how I can wield them. One might wonder, out of all the eligible symbols to represent our being; why the skull?

The temple which houses all that we know and all that we are. The fortress of mind and soul. It is a  flaccid and malleable frame, for that which enters this world first. In life its contents are the key to unlocking understanding and potential. Long after the last breath escapes, after the flicker’s echo is gone; it still haunts its final bed. A worthy pot for the blooming bulbs of experience. No other symbol speaks so strongly of mortality.

 This beautiful totem has been vilified, blossoming into the most feared representation of all time. Adorning all that the puritan mandate deems harmful and destructive. The Slyman recognizes it as the Chalice of Consciousness. Depicted above; nested in the center of the three points of self, within the enneagram. Is this the vile symbol of death and destruction, or the chamber of thought; or both?


Subtle

Tsun Tzu said “Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.”,  “All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved.”, and “Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness.Thereby you can be the director of the opponent’s fate.”

I have  sworn an oath to a lifelong discipline, of creating a self which has the awareness, foresight, ability, and strength to recognize and overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. Seeking out and utilizing every technique, tool, tradition, weapon, power, and philosophy which lends to producing this result. Just as the magician over time, learns and develops new tricks and perfects the old ones; this Darkhorse is constantly evolving to expand my repertoire. I am certain most would wonder why; why undertake this discipline?  The answer to that lies in the three quotes from The Art of War.

To know thyself is an ages old pilgrimage, undertaken to some extent by all of man. Some journey just far enough to come only to a superficial understanding of themselves. Discovering just enough to feel justified in claiming authority over themselves, and therefore assuming qualification to lead other men to themselves. Never recognizing their transformation into detractors of consciousness. You see consciousness lies, not in knowing some cosmic truth; but in the stride to attain that truth.

“And all cosmic truths become known to everyone on those planets because those beings who by their conscious efforts learn some truth or other share it with others, and in this way, little by little, all cosmic truths become known to all the beings of that planet, whatever may be their aspirations and degree of self-perfecting.” Gurdjieff – Beelzebub’s Tales

Notice Gurdjieff does not mistake ‘truths’ for consciousness in the above quote, nor does he seem greatly concerned with revealing these truths. He plainly says that all cosmic truths become known, regardless of the aim or qualification of the seeker. Seemingly, as if we were to just sit back and wait; all truths will be revealed to us over time. So if we accept this as a truth, the natural question arises; why then did Gurdjieff conceive of The Work?

“For, as I have said and written many times over the decades, our attack on the Old Order, on the mundanes and their societies and their governments, is on many levels, just as our esoteric Order – our association of sinister individuals – exists on many levels, each with a task, a goal, and each attracting, evolving, individuals of a certain type, a certain sinister nature. This is how a living-being is: complex; of various diverse forms ultimately (esoterically) co-operating in certain ways (whether consciously or unconsciously) to enhance, to increase, to reproduce and extend, the life of the living organism to which they belong.

Thus Vindex and our tribes are exoteric signs of our living, of our acausal presence in the causal world of the mundanes, and of a new type of life coming-into-being on this planet we have called Earth.” – Anton Long

Long like Gurdjieff and Tsun Tzu, recognizes that transformation is inevitable; save that which is in the hands of the potter. To shape the pot however, requires you know many things on many levels. You must know your hands, you must know the clay, and you must know the wheel. If you don’t know the fire, you’re left with a weak pot. Should your mind be without a clear image, you cannot draw its shape. So for this it must be practiced, worked at; grown.

I wanted to put these thoughts down, as  a primer for a future post. If you have thoughts, I’d like to hear them. “A thousand battles, a thousand victories”, so subtle is it not? The Puritan Mandate needs purged, should you aim to rise above. Diligent and deliberate, two of the hallmarks of The Insidious Way.

No one recognizes the Darkhorse!


Mindfuck – Peeling The Cryptic Clothes Of Euphoria

I haven’t much time to write lately. However that time is coming to an end soon. Once again, I will be moving minds with a dense net of words and images. Though I am not certain, I think I do well in being clear, concise, and direct in communication. Though there are always implied, and underhanded meanings throughout my writings; they are always discoverable. It is because of this, that my stay has attracted a cast of great minds. At one point, I took an organization (which was practically dead before me), and breathed life into it. Of course the intellectual contributions were not mine alone, but the ability to draw minds together, is solely mine.

I must remark; I thought I would have an opportunity to do such again, only on a greater scale than some ‘organization’. Unfortunately for whatever reasons it has not panned out thus far. Still there is an air about of unfinished business. The drive to forward shape the clay of experience. Not only my own, but offer others perspective; and in turn carve a piece right from the potter’s wheel, in front of them.

Perhaps it is the cryptic messages, and uncertainty of potential for loyalty; which offer disparity in reaching beyond a distant admiration of ideas. I’ve seen things, which make me believe (ie.. references to things of interest to me); my calling is still there , but there is no direct contact; that for me is a problem. Yet they whispers on the wind, like oak trees in the midnight hollow during autumn; to me. Singing silent songs, of an insidious, and sinister tradition married far in the future; they have been torn back, and haunt now their ancient roots.

So vividly, I can see the Darkhorses emerging; rising to work their alchemy of mindfucking. Conjuring  with gesture, and prose so potent; they alone threaten to bend the space time continuum. Mages of madness piercing frontal lobes, in a frenzy of infectious ideas; scorning all that is common place.   Unlocking the deep. Peeling layer for layer; the husk of complacency, and benign. Baleful, savage, and wanton; yet still crafty and calculated this is the insidious way. Slymen are not of rigid mind, observing and adapting to what works best; suffering the always changing, ever-volving strategy from the core outward.

I will continue doing, what I am doing; regardless of whom I am affiliated. However should some wish to sweeten the pot, by offering intellectual and paradigmatic interaction; the stars alone know its limits. Minds are meant to meld, in a sea of tantric interchange; giving rise to new visions of lucid vibrancy. Shall we dance?