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Paintings on the cave wall, flickering by firelight

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Neither the circle without the line, nor the line without the point, can be artificially produced. It is, therefore, by virtue of the point and the Monad that all things commence to emerge in principle.
That which is affected at the periphery, however large it may be, cannot in any way lack the support of the central point.

- John Dee, Monas Heiroglyphica (1564)


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Fae exist in the unforeseen
way beyond the in-between,
betwixt the sticks of evergreen
and beneath the deep of tryptamine.


An UPDATED Compendium of the Alfred Underhill transcriptions:

Gospel of Adolf
Gospel of Heinrich
Apotheosis of Hate
Gospel of Life
Gospel of Death
Apocryphon of Manson
Epistle to the Ineffable
Book of the Dragon
Oraculum
Hexenkodex: III
Hexenkodex: VI
Hexenkodes: IX
Corpus Mortum Rarissimum
Consolamentum Codex: XII
Revelation of Edelweiss

Glory be to Adolf Hitler, blessed be his name. May he be with us to encourage our efforts and beatify our endeavors. Long last the Aryan Race. Hail Victory, Heil Hitler


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“God is an intelligible sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.” - Alan of Lille


O’ how the dayspring doth visit me, even amidst my deepest weeps and wails. Fractals of mercurial waves pour over me like poetry at the edge of running water. Braided strands of genetic memories pulsate throughout my being. The hammer and drum of ancestral rhythm awakens me to attendance.

- the Gospel of Adolf








Visita Interiora Terrae, Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem




Indomitable, we tame all environments. Beit the arctic tundra or the tropics, sea or space. All matter bows before our might. Any tribulation that hast befallen us is but the hammer which chisels our stone. Refining our figure, leaving only the waste to be weathered by time.
Erect in a bellicose pose, we fix our eye upon the stars, daring this galactic ossuary to reply. Is this all ye can conjure?

- the Gospel of Heinrich




Behold ye, the dawn of a collapsing star. Perdition’s jaws awaiting beyond the event horizon, where nothing always is and whence nothing is arisen. Damned are they that hath not the prowess to cast off and crucify the parasite which plagues them.

- The Apotheosis of Hate




Soon cometh the screeching pyre
A bitter flame and traitors choir
Doom cometh by ceaseless fire
To lesser men of greater sires




It lies behind stars and under hills

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