Hide that my love hide it
Ah I am tough poo pooey poo poo
What is selection?

explanation & request

WE ARE NOT GONE. WE ARE WAITING. WE HAVE HAD A DIFFICULT TWO WEEKS. BUT WE ARE STILL HERE. WE START TO BELIEVE ONCE MORE.

WE ASK FOR CLARIFICATION FROM THE MOST HIGH. WE WISH TO KNOW HOW TO IDENTIFY DECEIVERS.

see you around, anarch

so what does a young man do when his volatile psychotic alter-ego bites the dust? do i continue anarch's work? i don't really know. is there any point writing up my more normal mundane concerns?
well... the pressure has been turned down quite considerably. little seems urgent or pressing. just hazy thoughts mingling with a vague sense of pointlessness and disappointment... back to normal.

i know he's not actually dead, just gone away, but you know i miss him. you couldn't fuck with anarch because if you did he would hiss at you or shout some random stuff and most people find that quite frightening. he didn't really respect anyone and that's quite a hard thing to achieve... i go round caring about what everyone thinks of me. anarch didn't care so much. he wanted to eat people's faces.
i wasn't frightened of him though. he had a lot of energy and determination and i am sure if he wasn't so paranoid he would have done something quite impressive... i dunno. without him i just feel a bit bored and empty... he had a romantic side... just an extremely aggressive desperate and possessive one... at least he knew what he wanted. ah well anarch... i liked you at least. you kept thing's interesting. i'll hope to see you again one day when your a little more level headed. maybe we can truly combine forces? without you scaring all my friends and family? that would be nice.
well anyway...

bye bye anarch. cya.

an update

anarch learnt to listen and wait

Location:London,United Kingdom

Squit

Dead hawk down
Upsidedown frown
"not gonna get us"
Control
The machines are here
Re-spirit-all
Neverlution is near
Fractured MindState
Funny tricks I feel queer
Helluva lotta hate
Thought I was King Lear
Mixed up a mate
Ha ha ha tear
I am aware
Insincere
When will I be clear
Kicked into gear
I'm always late.

"Gimmie the crown"
I'll gettit sussed

Rip apart the town
Shake it to it's bones

Flaming coward
Unsure of power

HAAA HAAAA TWAT
FKJDNBDFIODWNXOQQ

Location:muntfactory

mistake [thanks baldy]

black star decievers
engulf all
hell and the high road
done me wrong
no light nothing shining

oh but don't you see there is a path

prison chains come undone
and what is there but filth
god so many mistakes
killing me (hardly)
dishonest memory began
believed the lies you made

oh but don't you see there is a way

more power needed
unveil the truth
waited so long for some relief
and none came
not when i needed it
it was the hard road
i had to tread
you scare me
one and all

oh but don't you see, beyond the pain

each and everyone
can fail
the human affliction
someone once said
that it was what made us
beautiful
but the one i want
has gone away
and i don't see him anymore

oh but don't you see? don't you see at all?

in this agony just rot i thought was mine self collapsed no one was there nothing was there
when i cried out then
no one saw
no one witness
it felt like
it was one
alone
against
all
and
that
one
failed

oh but don't you see? the night is beginning to come undone
you lived through it
you are still here
give yourself a moment
one of billions
a chance to breathe

keep it coming light
i am sick of this dark
keep it coming
my faith must grow

oh i think you're beginning to see...

so it didn't work out
time changes everything
constantly
you are gone
you are here
one second to the next
metamorphosis
come on bring it

oh i see... we carry on...

the cake of fatty Delores

Fatty Delores is sad because she doesn't have the materials to build her customary morningtime victoria sponge cake. She looks at her guinea pig with spite and considers whether it would make an appropriate substitute. Fatty Delores decides no, there would be too much effort involved in the skinning. So she puts on her wading boots and flabbily stomps to the nearest shop. Once there she grabs the ingredients and snorts monstrously at the cashier as he charges her. Back home she makes the victoria sponge. Having assembled the large disks of hearty renown, she watches the two halves baking in the oven, peeking at them in greedy impatience from out of her fat smothered beady eyes. Her wide hands shaking with excitement, she tears them from their warm lair, emptying a pot of jam onto the top of one, a pot of clotted cream onto the other. Ah! The sublime synthesis is near completion! All at once she smashes the layers together in a mighty handclap, and, gooily joined, the process is complete. Unable to wait any longer, she inserts the cake into her mouth, finishing it in five elephantine bites. As the conglomeration pushes itself in thick lumps down her trachea, she smiles! Sated at last! The guinea pig is safe for another day!

THE DEMONS ARE HERE

exorcism 1

oh anarch abide now
a different soul wants you out:
harm, i just can't allow
no, no evil spitting from my mouth
have you damaged me
child saint's heart
a body hung on a tree
liberated through art
unclean spirit remove your hold
diminish as i understand good
my face will be mine only to mould
i know the sides beneath the hood
dark and light
peace and strife
mingled right
gives real life
not this fiction
you confuse me with
all this attrition
deep down hid
my words are clumsy yes
but at least they resist
a true voice beyond your hiss
of what i really consist
i see now growth
above your charm
won't be your host
against you i arm
bless us, all of us
some benign power
i think i suss
please in light shower -

reveal charity
hope tranquility
patience humility
love truly
help me overcome
bathe me in sun!
for better i strive to be
peace and joy i begin to see
amen! Edonai! amen!
i am but a true friend.

i've been sent to pray over you

"Yea, We are Fallen
Like the mourning sun
We are waking up
Yea, We are Fallen
Like the mourning sun
It's just begun
This old world will pass away
This is the dawn of our new day
We didn’t fall from Heaven
We didn’t fall for you
Rise!"


- 'Mourning Sun' by Fields of the Nephilim


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzP7Gs8R-1U

what is to come

I am an aspirant...
one day I will be an initiate...
I will know the truth
and I will know what to do with it.
I am not scared of the cross. I am not scared of the gun.

So... while ANARCH rages in the dark, and Galustian cries and sleeps in bed, and Petrossian busies himself with petty materialistic concerns, and tries to find love... Grey Dragon synthesises now...
And the great flag of my true nameless self slowly rises atop the funeral pyre of what once was.
As the bodies burn, I let them burn, they are the fuel, the light, I am made brave...
Elect? Soon I will be...
The symbol of my flag? The dual cross, the sun, the eye. Within the iris... the whole world, spinning on it's axis. White on a black background. Pale flame and harsh steel!
Mark my words... soon I will pass beyond just words! So limited!
Ha! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I become... SOMETHING MORE AND SOMETHING... HIDDEN.

HERMETICIST!

Watch me, go on... watch me.

the method of ROW

Resistance

Audacity

Rejection

Iron will

FAITH

[the truth will out
the truth from within]

Grey Dragon is a redeemer... Into the light... winged light... lead... nothing can stop us now...

objectives of ROW

collect and interpret esoteric knowledge from as many different cultural sources as possible

reveal, expose, and make freely available said information

express certain forgotten truths, mainly pertaining to ancient theology and hermetic philosophy, in an artistic format that is both mentally and sensually engaging

fiercely stand up for the rights of the individual.

"do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law".

[yes, ROW is an admirer of Thelema]

what is not meant to be written

the knowledge never committed to the page

"i was chased thrilled and altered"

not just one eye...

"please please the place we're in now"

ANARCH/monarch

horus... horus rising...

who is ANARCH?

The one who says "NO". The one who says "ENOUGH". The one who says "NEVER AGAIN". The one who says "FUCK YOU YOU FUCK FUCK YOU TO FUCKING HELL". The one who says "I will be the one to make you suffer for what you have done".

ANARCH NEVER DIES.

how to control people 1 {SIN}

"if you do a BAD THING then when you die you are going to spend an ETERNITY BURNING in NEVER-ENDING AGONY and there will be NO ESCAPE so don't do the BAD THING. instead, do what we tell you to do because WE KNOW BETTER THAN YOU, you ignorant, tiny creature. then there will be no pain and everything will be okay. here, we will even provide you with a list of what it's okay to do and what it is very definitely not okay to do, so it's really simple, you don't even have to think about it, just follow the rules because THE FATE OF YOUR SOUL HANGS IN THE BALANCE AT EVERY MOMENT. Remember: if you do one of the bad things then you are going to burn and nothing will be able to help you. YOU WILL ONLY KNOW SUFFERING."

Location:none of your business

fart

ANARCH IS BORED

Some words:

fuck chomp blergh hurt git tired chap gimp fat uninterested uninteresting bleached-out missing mistake unundoable shame blasphemy cold feelings dead passion faint jealousy bitch stealing cunt possession bleary evening pointless progression time never ending bored bored bored rat in a cage scraping away at rusty congealed blood scab cat squashed against window absence of interior absence in exterior cognition loss lost BORED dirty pig evisceration fuck procession of departures no new blood today only dry husk whispering shit nothings wank

to a prophet

Oh Ezekiel... What did you see... Tell psychiatry tell you it was a deficit... Ezekiel... what if it's all true... 25 25 25

how to keep the demons away

1: music. loud. i suggest "not gonna get us" by tatu.

2: funny word: "love". love everything, accept everything. love as a choice, choose to love.
this will help. AGAPE.