After an exhaustive wait, and an even more exhaustive journey to a secret underground lair, Kayla (of WSA352) – aka The One In The Blue Dress – secured an exclusive interview, and a cup of tea, with the reclusive Mad Mu Mu (aka Anton Long aka Mr Top Hat). Also present at the interview was El Darko Loco (aka Dark Logos aka The Long Eared One), and Audun The Mild (aka The Sgìth aka The Mouse).
A Sigil of Baphomet
Hey-ho here we go, again, and may our Baphomet – our Dark Mother of Blood – find sacrifices enough to propitiate Her lust for human blood.
So, it seems that The Great Masturbator Blockwood – oh, sorry, I meant G(entically) M(odified) Blackwood, founder, leader and sole member of the Temple of Suckers – has taken it upon himself to spout forth again about our simple profane Order of Nine Angles. And this – after a lapse of some time, probably due to him forgetting to take his meds (again).
Here are some of the glorious recent words of the illustrious leader of the Temple of Suckers:
The Temples of Satan will not allow the O.N.A. To regain any momentum in Satanism, and even though they have never had an official real organization they will not be allowed by us to regain momentum or capture back the title or the fear they loved to spread meanwhile living safely behind a computer monitor. “
Yep – Anton Long, scourge of the Satanic poseurs, is back! [Although, of course, he never left; just multiplied and morphed, as dangerous viruses tend to do.] So, be afraid, be very afraid, as Wednesday said.
Well, since it’s now Thursday (ha-ha!) GM Blockwood should be shivering in his timbers as good ‘ole Anton Long (who actually is a Grand Master of the Left Hand Path) sends forth sinister wraiths to wreck havoc; to give Satanic poseurs nightmares while they, those poseurs, try to sleep; and inaugurates a bidding war for our sinister thugees (devotees of our Dark Goddess Baphomet) to implement some cullings among the dross. Hey! – was that Tom Raspotnik’s name they pulled out of the hat?!
Yep, Mister GM Blackwood, you’re right: the ONA is only one person with an Internet connection… Which is why, of course, we have nexions in California and other US States, such as the one in OC with two intelligent, stylish, gals; and the one with a US combat veteran; and the one with a US Police Officer… Then there’s the ONA nexion in Australia; and the one in Iran… Not to mention “the usual suspects” in England; and the groups in Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Russia, Poland, Serbia, Germany, and South America. And let’s not forget the legions and legions and tribes of The Others inspired by the ONA, such as those who dance almost in trance to ONA inspired Techno, Industrial; and those feral ones, and those robbers and thieves who infest the forests and those urban spaces where mundanes fear to tread; and those lurkers who lurk on some darkened street in the ‘hood, ready, willing and able to spill some blood…
Yep, Mister GM Blackwood, all these people are Anton Long….. Sinister, ain’t it? That he can be so many people of different genders and different ethnicity in so many places at so many different times.
Well now, Mister GM Blackwood, you’d best be off to cover yourself with ashes, sacrifice a goat (of course – no human culling for you, you mundane) and grovel in fear, and hope to hear (again) the Voice of Satan instructing you as to what you should do and say.
What japes, eh? What new game is afoot, my dear dear Anton Long? LOL!
PointyHat
(Nude, and in yet another fetching – and crimson – hat)
Blackwood Pouts Again
12 08
Order of Nine Angles Name Scam
Not content with having exposed himself – again – as a dumb-ass, GM Blackwood (aka Fat-boy Pseud aka Tum-Tum Raspotnik) has a new even dumber scam. This is setting up blogs, and internet sites, using some variation of the name Order of Nine Angles, and he even boasts of having purchased a dot com domain containing the ONA name.
It is quite clear that Genetically Modified Blackwood has an unhealthy obsession with the ONA – or, perhaps more to the point, and more esoterically correct, the ONA has come to haunt and possess him, taking over his life, and making him act in rather strange ways. Perhaps without his not too friendly personal ONA “demon” his life would be even more empty, more vacuous, more inane, than it already is. Perhaps without this ONA “demon” watching over him, day and night, and causing him to dream strange dreams, and do its bidding, he would be what he was before, a mediocre non-descript struggling car salesman, sans girlfriend (or even sans boyfriend), living in some crummy motel. So kudos – again – then to the ONA for letting this vampiric-demon sucker itself onto Raspotnik’s life, and giving us esoteric folk a lots of laughs, as the demon entity pulls Blackwood’s strings, and provides us with some entertainment.
In setting up his latest wheeze, it seems to have escaped Genetically Modified Blackwood’s notice that if anyone is fooled by his ripping-off the ONA name scam, then it just shows them for the fools they are. Thus – and at his demon’s prompting, no doubt – Raspotnik has provided the ONA with another test to sort the fools, the pseuds, the worthless, out from the genuine seeker who might be interested in the ONA itself.
But I am reasonably certain that this point will evade the brain of Blackwood, such as that brain is, just as I am reasonably certain that Blackwood has failed to understand that the ONA is more than happy to let him carry on with his rants, his demented attempts at “exposure”, his clumsy wheezes and his scams. Indeed, I’m told they are quite glad to have him around, for reasons other than his sheer entertainment value. Why?
Because his antics, his personality, his claims, his scams, all serve as a contrast to the excellence of the ONA itself. He is a rather good example of everything that a genuine Occultist is not; an excellent example of – an admittedly somewhat stupid – Old Aeon charlatan; an example of the detritus of Western culture, of the type of individual that the ONA does not bother with, except possibly (if they can be bothered – for after all there are so many millions of such idiots, around) as an opfer or as someone to be used, manipulated, to achieve something consistent with the sinister dialect, even if that “something” is – as often in the case of Fat-bot Pseud – to provide us with some light entertainment, for a while.
Also, because his antics – spread frantically all the internet by himself – attract a certain amount of curiosity about the ONA itself, and so helps to guide a few more suitable individuals to the ONA, as certainly has happened since he began to flood the internet with his claims, counter-claims, attempts at “exposure”, and the like.
So, it is to be hoped that Tum-Tum – and his fake internet-only Temples of Satan – will continue with his craziness for a while, for genuine Occultists, of whatever path or way, can point to him and say (as many already do) that, “There is an example of a charlatan; there is an example of a liar; there is an obsessive individual; there is an example of everything we are not…”
When asked about criticism of the ONA, made via the medium of the Internet, the Grand Master of the Order of Nine Angles – Anton Long – replied:
“Their opinion and judgement of us – often erroneously based on some causal form we or some of our Adepts may use or some rôle an Adept or Master might assume – is irrelevant…
Most of the chatter on the Internet is worthless, ephemeral, the product of people with little esoteric knowledge and even less genuine practical esoteric and personal experience, with such people being led or controlled either by their own desires or by some unconscious impulse or by some causal abstract form or dogma they do not rationally comprehend, or by all of these things. Such chatter is almost always immediately reactive, never the product of a reflexion based on experience, and – when it is not simply inane – it is esoterically and/or intellectually shallow; worthless; pretentious.
Genuine esoteric wisdom arises from a reflexion born from personal, direct, practical experience: from an alchemical symbiosis; from that acausal growth that arises slowly over causal time. And it cannot, should not, be expressed in hasty words of the reactive, immediate, emotive kind based upon, dependant upon, some causal abstraction, some dogma, some causal form. Such wisdom is to be savoured; communicated, at best, on a personal basis, and otherwise in some form which enables others to reflect upon it, or judge it, over a period of causal time.
The only value, esoterically, of this Internet thing is that it allows – for the moment at least – the free dissemination of mythos, of causal forms, of various esoteric Ways, enabling people to access such things, and consider them and if necessary act upon or be inspired by them in their own way in their own causal time. Such action and such inspiration, to be esoterically valid, must of course take a certain amount of causal time: months, most usually years. Thus, the immediacy of chattering Internet forums, and the like, is esoterically irrelevant to us.”
Source: http://nineangles.wordpress.com/2008/11/24/sinister-dialectic-and-the-diabolical-aims-of-the-ona/
Given below are three screenshots from FatBoy-Pseud’s much self-advertised – but “secret” – magnum opus of his Temples of Satan to which he gave the grandiose title Doctrine of Satan.
As can be seen, it is just the rambling of a grandiloquent with a migraine headache and a penchant for posturing. The rest of his magnum opus consists of various cut-and-pastes about Sumerian mythology, taken from a variety of Internet sources. Notice how his inane drivel runs straight into the “cut-and-paste”, as if in a vain attempt to delude people into believing he “wrote” the whole thing.
No wonder he has tried to keep this magnum opus secret, and no doubt – this with exposure of his somewhat delusional and rather megalomaniacal ramblings – we will soon be treated to another magnum opus which no doubt he will manufacture by more cut-and-pastes, taken from a variety of Internet sources.
Click on the “thumbnails” to view the images, full-size.
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Blackwood: Fat-boy Pseud
11 08
Fat-boy Pseud (aka Genetically Modified Blackwood aka Tum-Tum Raspotnik aka The Failed Satanist) as been at it again, spreading his rants about the Order of Nine Angles all over the ‘Net, from newsgroups to blogs to forums, as if, like some troubled kid at Junior High, he is craving attention and jumping up and down shouting, “Look at me! Look at me!”
For years, Fat-boy Pseud claimed to have been involved with the ONA at “a high level”. Then, when someone from the ONA made mention of the fact that they’d never heard of him, he claimed he had “re-formed the ONA” and was now it’s leader. Then, when challenged to answer simple questions relating to ONA tradition, he – unable to answer any of the questions because he couldn’t find the answers on the Internet – huffed and puffed and changed tack again, and began claiming that the ONA was a “fake organization” which he’d, from the comfort of his untidy smelly motel room, had “exposed”. He even recently wrote that “Fayen” was a demon! Which yet again exposes him for the pretentious fraud he is.
His claimed “exhaustive research” into the Order of the Nine Angles consisted of using Internet search engines and viewing a few sites.
This is the person whose own fatuous organization didn’t exist before the days of the Internet, even though he claims it did while offering no proof – from books, newspapers, or whatever – that confirm or even mention its existence. This is the person who stupidly claims that the Order of Nine Angles is only an “Internet organization” while ignoring the obvious fact that the ONA existed well-before the Internet, as is well-documented in printed books and printed ‘zines and other material published and issued well-before “the Internet”.
This is the person – who claiming to be some kind of satanic “Master” – fatuously, and in his semi-illiterate way, advertised on an Occult forum for a girlfriend because he couldn’t get one in real life, despite claiming to possess Occult abilities. This is the person who begged people to pay to join his personality cult, and offered them a card for some “free gasoline” if they did. This is the person who claims that Satan speaks directly to him and has “chosen” him. Sure, bud – just keep popping them pills… This is the person who became – and who still is – something of a joke among Occult folk.
So, why bother with him, again? Because it’s good clean sinister fun. A good jape. Like a clockwork toy, you wind him up, point him in a certain direction, and watch him go…
Now, where did I put that clockwork key? Ah, here it is.
Fat-boy Pseud now fatuously claims that he “held a meeting in New York 2002…” with ONA members. Well, shucks, why would anyone even want to met him? Why would any such members – of a secret organization – answer such advertisements as Blackwood claims to have posted “all over the web” (so where are they in the archives, then?). Would Blackwood even have the guts to walk, at night, into certain areas of New York, such as Canarsie? Which is sort of where you’d get such a genuine member arranging a rendezvous just to make a point.
Fat-boy Pseud claims that his detractors “fail to attack my ideologies”. Hell, yes – because he’s got none! He’s never published anything whatsoever that relates to genuine Satanism – all he does is rant about others, post clichés, and make preposterous and pompous claims about himself. That is, he – like some teenager – constantly farts-off about himself but never provides any details about his “teachings” apart from clichéd cut-and-pastes teen-drivel taken from other Internet sites, such as stating that “A Satanic Individual is strong…”
So, here’s a challenge to Fat-boy Pseud – publish your original “teachings” which you claim your Temple of Suckers follows. We could all do with yet another laugh at your expense.
So, here’s another challenge for Genetically Modified Blackwood aka Tum-Tum Raspotnik – if you have done the “exhaustive research” into the ONA you claim to have done, What alchemical season is appropriate to Dabih and why?
For, if you have done such “exhaustive research” – sans Internet – you would have found the answer.
Now, let’s all sit back and watch Blackwood-The-Clockwork-Toy go, again. Until his rusty spring winds down, that is.
