ONA: A Briefing

Beginnings

With all the BS, mythos, and glam propaganda aside; the “Order of Nine Angles,” may have first begun as a side project of an English bum living in Shropshire England named David W. Myatt: a known trickster and vagabond; or as they call them in England – “Gentlemen of the Road.” Myatt was known to never really have a job.

Supposedly, according to Myatt, sometime in the 60’s a “Lady Master” of sorts gave him the “Dark Tradition,” whereafter did he add new elements to it, which thus became the ONA.

It is known that in 1972, Myatt first began to write documents and manuscripts for his ONA with the nom de plume of “Anton Long.”

There are several theories as to how he came up with “Anton Long.” Some say that the river Long Stanton (Long [St] Anton) which he lived by gave him the pen name.

Others say that the river Anton (a tributary of River Test) in Hampshire, which flows by a Parish named Long Parish, gave the name.

In a recent interview (120 yf) “Anton Long” states to his audience “in the know” that:

” For a while, I was the Order of Nine Angles, although I expect few, outside of our sinister kindred, will understand what I mean here. Most – and certainly all the mundanes – will assume I mean I was the only person “involved with” some-thing called the ONA, but this is a fallacious assumption, since even from the early days there were always around a dozen or so people “involved”.

What I mean is that the ONA lived in me, or more correctly, was presenced through me; through what I said, did, wrote and by what I inspired, directly – from person to person – or esoterically, through my personae as a shapeshifting player of many and varied rôles. ” – Anton Long, Q.F.A., 120 yf

There very well could have been “a dozen” of people involved with the ONA during it’s first few years. But for many decades, and still currently, the ONA came out of Anton Long. Or he wrote it into existence.

Aeonics & Manifestation

Myatt actually gives the game away when he wrote and taught about his concept of “Aeonic Magic” for the ONA. In simple exoteric terms, Aeonic Magic is the scalar (time) process of making something real in the future, by manipulating events, people, and their perception, in the present moment. In a way, Aeonics may be understood as a specialized form of demogogy.

An example of “Aeonic Magic” at work in the past is given by the Master Demagogue himself: Hitler. Through his crafty manipulation of the German mass, he eventually enchanted them, and manifested the Third Reich.

With Myatt and the “ONA” the “mass” or target market was enchanted by manuscripts he distributed via post for a small fee.

It is the memetic nature of these early manuscripts that reveals the mechanism of causal manifestation of the ONA.

These MSS; which eventually became the Black Book of Satan; presents to the target market, all the information needed for each individual to generate the ONA in the real world.

These MSS presented ONA group initiation rites, as well as self initiation rites; grade rituals; instructions for forming “Temples;” instructions on how to find new membership; and basic religious ceremonies.

Indeed; [revealing his memetic cleverness]; the creation of an ONA “Temple,” (what the Church of Satan would call a “Grotto,”) was a required project of an Initiate going through the several ONA Grades.

In the first era of the “ONA,” these MSS and books Myatt distributed and sold via post paid his bills, and gradually materialized the ONA, via new iniates, into the real world.

Obsession

Myatt introduced some innovative concepts into his ONA such as: Acausal, Causal, the word “Nexion” which is the point were acausal and causal meets; and his obsessive Faustian vision of colonizing the galaxy.

The ONA wasn’t his only project. There was also Folk Culture; Reichsfolk; and The Numinous Way. No matter what Myatt seemed to be working on, he imbued each project with the same cluster of “Myattian” concepts. Even when he became a Muslim, he tried to remake Islam by actually grafting such Myattion concepts as “Numinous,” “Acausal,” “Causal,” and his Galactic empire ideas.

It is known (to those that know) that some of Myatt’s favorite TV shows are Star Trek the Next Generation, and Babylon 5. In fact, one aspect of the ONA, called the Star Game, may have been based on a futuristic chess game once shown on Star Trek.

Basics of ONA

Contrary to popular misconception, the ONA is not essentially either “Satanic,” or “Racialist.” Such things, as Anton Long states; are only a means to and END. Things that the genuine initiate of the Sinister Way utilizes to manifest – wyrdfully – a desired END RESULT.

The ONA is Essentially [esoterically] a Methodology. In the same way that science is essentially a Methodology called the “Scientific Method.” It is with the 4 steps of the Scientific Method that science is born, that the Scientist acquire new theories. Such scientific disciplines as biology, geology, physics are outer [Casual] manifestations; or rather: RESULTS of the Scientific Method AFTER the Method has been intelligently APPLIED in the world of Causal Phenomena.

The esoterica of the ONA works according to the same principle. What most people know about the ONA is merely an outer [exoteric] manifestation of an Application of Essential principles. In the same way that an outer scientific theory or discipline can be discarded or trumped by more accurate; more precise; theories and disciplines; so to are the exoteric forms of the ONA subject to change and evolution.

Aims & Objectives

There are only two essential [esoteric] aims and objectives to the ONA, which manifests as several outer forms:

1) That Neitzschean imperative to sublimate – surmount – the Self. To strive by one’s own effort to become more than what one is. To struggle for you highest potential.

2) The evolution, or progressive engineering of Human Civilization toward it highest conceivable potential.

As Anton Long states in a recent interview:

” Essentially, the essence of my life, the foundation of my own individual being, has been and still is my esoteric quest: my journeyings among and exploration and experience of, the sinister way; my dark desire to find and go beyond my own limits and to not accept nor be content with the answers, the limits, set and manufactured by others, of and in whatever causal time and place.

My fundamental aims have always been to change myself, others, and our world – to presence, to revel-in, to become, to experience, the very quintessence of life itself. For I have always intuitively felt since a very early age that we human beings have immense potential; that we are and can be far more than we realize; that we need to experience and be inspired; that we need to dream great dreams; that we need to see restrictions for the impersonal tyranny they are; and that we living, human, beings are somehow and in some way a connexion to other life, to the very living beings that are Nature and the Cosmos beyond. That is, I have always felt that we, as individuals, can participate in and somehow create our own evolution; that we have the potential to consciously bring about changes within ourselves, within others, within the world, and within the Cosmos itself – to participate in the mystery and the joy of creation, exploration and evolution. ” – Anton Long, Q.F.A., 120 yf

Final Words

It can be argued that the ONA is not real; or never was real (as some like Blackwood states). It can be said that the ONA is a mere internet organization. These opinions are based on a lack of understanding of the essential Methodology of the ONA.

The ONA, as Myatt has made it, is a memetic seed, which was designed from the very beginning to take root in just one fertile mind. And from even one fertile mind, this individual has all the information needed to manifest the ONA.

This is an ingenious defense mechanism, which works in the same way a holographic film works. Even if the holographic film were to be broken into pieces. Each piece has the entire coding within it to produce the same Whole hologram. In this way, so long as there is one individual, inside whose mind the ONA exists; the Order of Nine Angles will always have a Nexion to remanifest itself in the Causal World.

FIN

By “Caladrius” of ONA

Wolves

0

Ray Wong opened the door to his modest one-bedroom apartment. He looked through the cupboards and the refrigerator and sighed. He went into the sparsely decorated living room and plopped down on a leather loveseat. He picked up the remote control from the small wooden coffee table in front of him, turned on the television and immediately turned it off again. He put his feet on the table, looked up to the ceiling and sighed. He felt bored and unfulfilled. He then stepped back out of his apartment and into the cold, crisp autumn air.

Thirty minutes later, Ray was playing pool in the rear of a dive bar against a young Asian man in his 20’s, about Ray’s age. They bet almost twenty on a game of 8-ball. Ray saw the man’s frustration as he missed the 8-ball. Ray made a tough bank shot to seal the win.

Ray held out his hand. “Okay man, you owe me $20.”

The man drank picked up his beer and nodded his head while drinking.

“Come on man, twenty bucks. That’s what we bet and I beat you.”

“Bullshit. Let’s play again.” the man said.

Listening intently was the man’s friend Russell, standing almost 15 feet away. He was with a large group of mostly young men and a few scantily dressed young women, late teens to early twenties. One man from the group took a step towards Ray and his friend, but the man watching held out his hand as if to stop him. The approaching man stopped dead in his tracks.

Ray then said, “I’m not fucking around. Give me my money.”

The man then grabbed a pool cue and attempted to swing at Ray. The man was quick and almost cat-like, but Ray was faster. He ducked and then lunged forward to punch the man in the midsection. The man bent over in pain and then Ray delivered an ax-kick to the back of his head. Another man from the group immediately charged at Ray and was greeted with a side kick to the jaw. More men from the group attempted to converge on Ray. Russell then held up his hand, “Wait.” The group stopped.

Russell approached Ray and they surveyed each other.

“You’re good. You’re not here with any friends?” Russell asked.

“I don’t need any friends.” Ray shot back defiantly.

Russell reached in his front jeans pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds. “Everybody needs friends.” he said as he offered Ray a cigarette.

1

Captain Fulton sat pensively at his desk. Sitting in the chair in front of his desk was Deputy Inspector Thomas Leonard of the 13th Precinct. “Are you sure that we’re the right ones you need? This is more like the Detective Squad’s jurisdiction.”

Leonard rubbed his forehead. “Adam, how long have we known each other?”

Fulton smiled. “Are you trying to give me an ultimatum, Inspector?”

“No. I just need a big favor. This kid they took is like family. Me and his father have been friends for longer than the cops in your house have been alive. Just do me this favor Adam. If I give it to somebody that I don’t know, they’ll do a half-assed job.”

Fulton thought for a minute. “I’ll do the best that I can and so will my guys. You know I will. Just give me the file.”

“I owe you big time for this Adam.” Leonard dropped the manila envelope on Fulton’s desk. Fulton walked Leonard to the front of headquarters and gave his friend a brotherly embrace.

“Please find these people, Adam.” Leonard turned and opened the door of the navy blue unmarked Chevy Impala.

Fulton waved and smiled at his long time friend. A plainclothes cop walked out of the building and lit a cigarette. Fulton turned to face him.

“Hey Sal, give me one of those will you?”

2

Russell and Ray walked through the crowded downtown district. They walked into the laudromat and towards the counter. The young woman behind the counter gestured for them to go into the back room. Once outside the door, Russell knocked and the voice behind the door told them to come in. An elderly Asian man seated behind a desk facing the door greeted them with an apprehensive look and then reached into the desk drawer and presented a manila envelope, never taking his eyes off of Russell.

“Go ahead. Take it.” Russell instructed Ray while also fixing his gaze at the old man. Ray took the envelope.

“Let’s go.” Russell said.

“What was all that about?” asked Ray.

“In time my friend. I’ll take that package from you later. In time. Are you hungry?”

“I could go for something.” said Ray

They walked into a guadily decorated Chinese restaurant. The hostess, a beautiful twenty-something smiled at them from behind her podium and shouted abrupt instructions in Chinese. The waiter, a middle aged man, immediately approached Russell and Ray and showed them to a table. Russell then ordered in Chinese. The waiter wrote on a notepad as fast as Russell spoke and almost ran to the kitchen.

“Do you speak any particular dialect?” Russell asked Ray.

“No. I was born here and my parents never took the time to teach me. They were too busy working.”

“That’s a shame. You should really be closer to your roots.”

“Judging from the looks of it, you look like the mayor of Chinatown.”

“No, just a regular working stiff.”

At that moment the waiter brought them two bottles of beer and several appetizers. He never made eye contact with Russell nor Ray.

3

Captain Fulton eyed Ray from behind his desk and smiled.

“Unbelieveable. The infamous Russell Lee falls right into the hands of  my best guy, without him even trying.”

Ray smiled. “I’m your best guy, Cap?”

Cpt. Fulton smiled back. “You are now. You realize what you have?”

“Known gang leader, extortionist, burglar, pimp and not-so-garden variety devil-worshiper.  The last part is the only thing that really bothers me.”

“Why is that, Wong?”

“Devil-worshipers are usually those rebellious kids in high school who spray-paint churches and tombstones. Lee is way too sophisticated for that.”

“During his last stint in Rikers Island, it was reported that he spoke in front of Bloods, Crips, Aryan Bros. and the Muslims. He even went so far as to ‘annex’ splinter groups from the aforementioned gangs and formed a so-called ‘nexion’.  It was reported that he never spoke of Satan, but of family, honor and numinousity.”

“Yeah, he spoke about family a lot with me. Mostly traditional stuff that I’ve heard before. He’s smart though. He doesn’t do anything illegal in front of me, sir.”

“We didn’t expect him to make this easy.  My point is that I really need you on this one. There’s a kid named Mark Porter that’s very important to a friend of mine. This cult’s got him brainwashed. Your priority is to get him out. If you can bust Lee foe anything, then by all means. But I need that kid back.”

Ray frowned as he comtemplated what Fulton had just told him. Risk himself going deep cover for a personal favor?

“I know that this is a little unusual, Ray.” said Cpt. Fulton. “And I’ll justify this operation at all costs. I need this, Ray.”

“Yes sir. I’ll take care of it.” Ray said reluctantly.

Captain Fulton smiled. “I know you will Ray. I know you will.”

Ray walked out of Cpt. Fulton’s office slowly and into his car. He thought of Russell’s thoughts on family. The family that made money for the sake of supporting each other and their ‘ceux sang.’ In Russell’s eyes, everyone outside the family was either profane, a “10 Percenter” or both. Ray even knew who Mark was. He was a newbie who had just joined, but was already moving onto Adeptship within the Family rather quickly. Ray would be next, Russell said.

“Financial independence.” Ray remembered Russell saying to him.

4

Mark sat nervously in the dimly lit living room of the large house that Russell drove him to. Russell said that Mark is a Disciple now after proving his loyalty through the ordeals and participating in “Fedding”/ taking care of business through the  education of the ignorant, profane rivals.

Then Mark smelled a mixture of perfumes in the air. Then Mark heard the sound of heeled shoes on the hardwood floor approaching and an attactive Asian woman in her 20’s walked into the living room and sat on the chair opposite from Mark. She was dressed in only a silk robe and high heeled stiletto shoes. She smiled at Mark. Mark smiled sheepishly and shyly looked down.

More heel sounds and a beautiful blond-haired green eyed 20-something woman walked into the room. She was dressed in an S&M leather outfit complete with a whip which she masterfully snapped above Mark’s head as she walked in. She took a place next to the first woman and looked at Mark. She flicked her tongue and Mark gulped.

Russell walked in and smiled at Mark.

“Stand up, Brother.”

Mark stood and Russell gave him a bearhug, almost taking away his breath. Yet, there was a genuine feeling behind Russell’s hug.

“I’m going to take you to meet Eve later.” Russell shoved a cold bottled beer in Mark’s hand. “Right now, I’m throwing you a little party, Brother. Choose one of these fine Sisters.”

Mark looked at the women. He then opened the beer and took a long drink, almost finishing it. He smiled at Russell with adoration.

“Wow, dude.” Mark whispered. “I’m…wow.”

Russell laughed. “Go ahead Brother. We’re all Family. Go have your party.”

Mark felt a lump in his throat. He walked towards the two women and put an arm around each of their shoulders. Russell laughed as they led Mark upstairs.

5

The room was filled with the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. Almost filling the room was a large round oak table. Around the table sat Asian and Italian men in expensive suits drinking expensive liquor. The lone woman, Asian, in her mid-thirties, sat at the head of the table. She had a lovely alabaster complexion yet her eyes rendered a cunning, ruthless demeanor. She surveyed the laughing men and held up her hand. They obediently stopped talking and looked toward the woman with respect.

“I want to thank you gentlemen for being here tonight. I am also proud to announce record profits for this quarter. ”

“Fuckin’ bitch…” growled an Asian man seated two people from her on her right.

All of the men turned their attention to the source of the outburst with shock on their faces.

“Boss Chang.” Eve addressed the disgruntled gangster. “I have an open door policy as I have stated before. I prefer for anyone who has an issue to discuss it with me in a private manner so that we may come to a resolution. Now Boss, since you have apparently chosen to air your grievance in a public forum, what seems to be the problem?”

Boss Chang didn’t look up. He guzzled his glass of scotch.

“I was the boss of the largest conglomerate back in Hong Kong. Now I am reduced to this.” he growled.

“You are still a Boss. This is a merger of resources, human and otherwise which proved to be more profitable.” Eve smiled gently at Boss Chang.

“I don’t want to work for a fuckin’ bitch!” Chang exploded and threw his glass against the opposite wall.

Eve smiled and stealthily jumped on the table. She bent over, took off her stiletto shoe and plunged it into the right eye of Boss Chang seemingly in one motion. He fell back on the floor. Eve pulled a .22 caliber pistol from her garter belt and shot Chang in the head. Eve stood on the table with her pistol pointed in the air.

“I don’t have a problem with anyone taking an issue with my management ability. But don’t ever doubt me because I’m a woman. Your profane minds still believe that this is a man’s world but you forget that it was a woman who birthed civilization. Anyone have a problem with anything that I can’t help?”

Eve’s bodyguard/Temple Guardian already had his .45 caliber trained on the other Bosses’ muscle while another had an uzi trained on the seated Bosses.

“Good. Now we can discuss business.” she said as she leapt from the table to retrieve her shoe from Boss Chang.

6

Cpt. Fulton grimly looked at Detective Doug Bravo as he handed him the black and white glossy photo of Eve.

“This goes beyond Russell Lee. It looks like this lady here, Eve Aquino is the real leader of this Nexion.”

“Eve of Destruction?!?” Bravo exclaimed. Esoterically, Bravo was the “criminal informant” for Eve, collaring rival drug dealers so that Eve was free to annex new territories as she wished.

“Yeah. I’m thinking of pulling Wang out and possibly calling in a favor from some Feds I know.”

“With all due respect sir, we wouldn’t look good doing that. The Feds ain’t gonna be interested in pulling that Porter kid out. Them college boys would just be interested in taking down the ‘Boss of Bosses.’ I’d just have Wang pull Porter out and not mess with Lee or Eve.”

“Mother Eve.” Fulton said grimly. “Yeah, you’ve got a good point there. I don’t want Wang taking any unnecessary risks.”

Doug pondered his relationship with Eve. Crime Boss and Temple Mistress. The Sinister Feminine Principle Incarnate. It was almost synergy, the way that one needed the other. Doug himself wasn’t a Disciple, but his time would come soon enough especially with the earnings that Eve had made last quarter because of his information.

“Yeah. I’ll leave Ray in there. He reports to me everyday now anyway. First sign of problems and he’s out.”

7

Ray sold almost all of the cold bottled waters at the busy intersection. He had bought cases of water at the discount supplier and put them in a large cooler of ice and sold them for $1 each. Russell told him that the ABC Rite was to set the Disciple along the Sinister Way and to prove that it was entirely possible to be financially independent from the Profane. Ray was to split the proceeds from his ordeal with his two witnesses and their leader, Mark.

Ray thought back on the other recent ordeals that he participated in. He and his witnesses had ‘Blood Opfered’ a crack dealer, someone of Ray’s choosing. They had also burglarized the home of an unemployed slacker who was collecting social security benefits fraudulently. Russell had told him not to feel bad. These were people who lacked true character he explained.

The past few days had made Ray’s head spin. He remembered what his assignment was but he had never in his life felt that he was alive until now. The excitement, the exhilaration, the vitality of Being.

He knew that Mark was there under his own free will. Mark was a new ‘Disciple,’ respected among his peers even though those peers were Disciples for some time already.

Ray also felt a sense of family with Russell and Mark. He somehow felt “safe” with the matriarch figure Eve. It was as if everything was going to be okay because she said it was.

It was almost like a roller coaster of emotions because he hated himself for what he felt was being hypocritical.

Before Ray had undertaken the Rite, Russell approached him and said, “I know that you’re a cop, man. Even if you arrest me, you’ll never forget us, you’ll want to claim this because we’ve given you a real sense of family. Those cops are just your family during work hours, Brother. Even when you hang out off duty, all you do is talk about work. You’re never free. Consider this as going opposite and beyond. This is your personal quest to evolve my friend. To exult in life and go beyond the boundaries that the Powers That Be put in front of us. To quest and to die questing. No one cares about what you believe in philisophically. You complete what awaits and you’ll have your Family with you for life. We are now Blood. Forever starts today, Brother.”

That night that Ray had completed the ‘Business’ end of the Rite, he laid on his bed and thought of everything. He got up, reached into his pocket and threw his badge in the garbage.

By Sinistar 352 of DarkCon, 120yf

-Nexion 352, Order of Nine Angles-

Test Questions For 352 OG’s

WSA 352

Like the ONA, the WSA has its own test questions a genuine senior [OG] member would know. The questions were put together by the first three and are orally taught via a system of Mentor and Disciple. Thus an ethereal link connects all genuine OG’s of the WSA to the First Three. Proving genuine Seniority is important because only genuine Seniors who have been traditionally Mentored are eligible to run for office and be appointed into office.

Test Questions:

1. What or who were the original Acception, and what did this original Acception do?
2. What is the meaning of the word AOMA and what does it refer to in the Acception?
3. Regarding the Three original initiation degrees of the pre-ONA 352: 1) Pup; 2; Junior; & 3) Senior; what were the required acts a Disciple needed to perform to earn each degree?
4. What is the meaning of the phrase: Fanya Esicunya and how did it come to be?
5. Give the real names of the First Three Founders of the Acception and the direction they hail from.
6. What is the Word of a Master Mason; its origins; and meaning?
7. What is the esoteric Sanskrit meaning of Caligula Simpson’s last name?
8. What is the name of the sister who inaugurated Generation 2 of the Acception; who is her mother, and from what Nexus does she hail from?
9. Where is Mount Sion located and how does it relate to the Acception and Freemasonry?
10. What do the two S’s that forms the Swastika stand for in Freemasonry, how is it a symbol of Sion; and what Djin gave its name?

Whose Gonna Run This Town Tonight?

Whose gonna run this town, tonight? The short answer: we are, however long it takes to undermine by whatever means the societies of the mundanes and replace their rule of law, and their Police forces, with our law of personal honour and our tribal enforcers.

That is the essence of our sinister strategy: to build a new, tribal-based, way of life in the cities, the towns, everywhere; to break down, to replace, what exists now; and to exult in this breaking down, this replacement; to enjoy the thrill of the chaos, the disorder, that we can and should and will cause. For by doing such sinister things we live life on a higher level than the mundanes; we evolve ourselves; we extend and surpass our limits and we most certainly surpass and discard and ignore the limits set by the mundanes and enshrined in their tyrannical laws.

Let us be quite clear (again); let us be understood (again): we are sinister, in real life. We are amoral. We are feral. We are not playing some sinister game or indulging in some esoteric rôle-play. We are, or aspire to be, outlaws, in real life. We can and will and should use any and every means – however such means are described by the “ethics” and the laws of the mundanes – in order to achieve our personal, sinister, aims, and our sinister Aeonic goals. Nothing of the world of the mundanes is forbidden to us; nothing of the world of the mundanes should restrict us.

In brief, we are new sinister species. A new type of human being. The type who scares the mundanes; the type of being that they fear and dread and who may give their children nightmares, or invoke within those youngsters the sinister desire to be of us, to be like us, to aspire to be like us. For it’s us, and them: us and the mundanes. Their world, or our new, sinister, world.

We desire, we need, real, practical, power: on the streets; in the towns, in the cities, in the villages, the areas, where we reside. We desire to rule, to control, our neighbourhoods, our locality; to establish there our new sinister tribal culture, and we will use whatever means we can and whatever means we desire and which are necessary to establish our feral tribes. We desire in such places to make a name for ourselves; to earn respect and be respected.

We have declared war on the mundanes, for they and all that they have are our resource; and all that supports them and their system – from their laws, their so-called Courts of Law, their Police forces, to their local and national governments – we loathe and detest and regard as our enemy. We are armed and dangerous; and if we are not already so armed and so dangerous, then that is what we aspire to be, and what we should and must be, for we regard it as our natural right as members of a sinister feral species to be so armed, and we would rather die, fighting and laughing and exulting, than submit or surrender to any mundane or to their so-called forces of “law and order”.

The politics of the mundanes – their whole system of governance, their ideologies, their religions, their Institutions – are irrelevant to us. Such things belong in the past; to the mundanes. Our way is the way of personal knowing; of earning, of keeping, personal respect; of personal loyalty to the members of our own local tribe.

Each of our sinister tribes is a law, a realm, unto itself. They set their own limits. They make their own rules; devise their own codes of behaviour. They have their own, individual, tribal aims. They all have their own means, their own ways, of making their mark; of acquiring what they need; of gaining respect and wealth. But they all – each and every one of them – are of us, part of us, by virtue of the fact we are family: a new, growing, thriving, spreading, species; an extended sinister family bound by loyalty to our own kind; bound by sharing the same sinister ethos, the same sinister and feral nature: the same desire to excel; to exult; to grow, to acquire by whatever means whatever we need to survive, to prosper, to live life as it should be lived. We are a family who knows our own kind; who knows who our enemies are, and who are our brothers and sisters.

Thus, we are the darkest, most sinister, sorcery of all; Presencing The Dark by our very lives.

Anton Long
Order of Nine Angles
120 Year of Fayen

A Sinister Sport

Leeds, 1973

It was nothing unusual, at least for Steve and his chosen three skinheads, to loiter in the sodium-lit night, on The Headrow or the streets around, waiting for some unwary mundane to pass them by to be followed to be relieved at knifepoint, or the threat of a kicking, of whatever money or possessions they carried or held. But it was for The Plumb, the young lad of slim physique and shaven head whose new swastika tattoo, on his forehead, still itched.

Plumb was a novice at this sporting game, and, knife ready, somewhat nervously waited for the test that would – that might – begin to make his name among Steve’s crew. It was not a long wait, that early evening of light drizzle where the slight warmth of late October had given way to the dreary coldness of November, and they – at Steve’s gesture – followed the middling aged suited briefcase holding man for only some yards when Plumb’s stiletto blade stuck him in the back. He groaned, slightly, before he fell, gasping – but they wasted no time on him, for only his money, his watch, any saleable goods mattered, and he was left there where the cold wet dirty pavement became a pillow for his face as they laughing scampered back to the safety of their den.

It was a single third floor room in a block of rented office rooms whose grimy small single un-openable window gave at least some view of the Infirmary across the street, and it was there, on the bare un-carpeted floor where thieved goods lay stockpiled almost to the ceiling, waiting, that they divvied up their share. Plumb got the cash, such as it was; and Steve and his crew the rest: a watch; a gold ring; the leather briefcase; perhaps a saleable newish wallet. But their value was incidental, purely incidental – at least that time.

Later, the darkness found them mischief-heading westerly, after a bevvy of beer had been downed at their favourite haunt where the relative wideness of Woodhouse Lane gave way to the narrower streets that north-easterly lay to sedately tumble down in terraced houses toward that tall-chimney of the quaintly-named “Leeds Corporation refuse destructor” on Meanwood Road, and where in a nearby house Steve spent the occasional night in the confines of a stuffy garret, with young shop-girl Lesley. He did not know then – and would not have cared even had he known – that centuries before, and only a gunshot away, Royalist forces had been bloodily defeated at the Battle of Meanwood Valley during his ancestors’ Civil War.

So, steadily but never furtively, they – buoyed by beer, youth, hate, and pride – made their way to serried terraces southwesterly between Woodhouse Moor and Burley Road. At Steve’s instigation, Plumb knocked on the door of a house, and it was not long before a skinny young man in black leather jacket, dirty T-shirt and jeans, opened it. Plumb punched him in the face, and he fell over backwards to where a discarded newspaper lay upon a lino floor near and steps led upward to dank, small, upper rooms.

“That’s for grassing, you cunt!” Plumb shouted as the skinny young man tried to get to his feet.

But Plumb pushed him down before kicking his head three times, and the young man was unconscious when Steve and his crew entered.

Steve threw a leaflet over the prostrate now bloodied body before they all left, laughing. On the leaflet – only a swastika, the letters CoC, and the words: “Violence purifies and makes the man.”

The stolen car took them recklessly fast out from the city of Leeds to near where the rocks of Almscliffe Crag rose beyond the Harrogate road and gave, in daylight, views toward the Vale of York. And it was there on the top of that rocky outcrop they assembled in that drizzle-filled darkness for Plumb to take his oath.

It was a simple oath – a personal pledge of loyalty to Steve, his comrades, his crew and their new Clockwork Orange Cult – and soon was over, so that they scampered, laughing, lustfully, satiated with feral life and memories of violence, down from their eerie to head back eastwards where Steve, as promised, had prepared for them a surprise.

The girls were waiting in that rented well-furnished well-cared-for Woodhouse terraced house above the fringe of Meanwood Ridge, and Mark, their pimp, greeted Steve – as the friend, and comrade, that he was – there where joss sticks perfumed the houseful-air and Slade’s Look Wot You Dun played loudly, beatingly, through speakers wired to some Hi-Fi system, recently liberated from some city-centre store.

There was some dancing then – or what passed for dancing – among the crew and the girls until they paired off to upstairs rooms leaving only Steve, Mark, and Ruth. Ruth the dark haired – older than the others, whose young son was in the so-called care of Social Services; Ruth the voluptuous, who sat, skimpily if fashionably dressed, waiting curled up on a sofa; waiting, for Steve her favoured lover to take her to her bed. But it was to be nearly an hour before her desire became fulfilled, and so she sat and watched him as he and Mark schemed, plotted, and dreamed.

At first, their talk was of Eastman, the non-family traitor who had betrayed a friend to the Police. Would that warning of the evening suffice?

“If not – ” Steve said harshly, and gestured death with his hand.  They both knew that had Eastman been a part of their crew, or even if only the person he betrayed had been, then his fate of death would that night have been assured.

“Plumb? How’d he do tonight?” Mark asked.

“Good. He did well.”

“Useful?”

“Yep. I’m going to team him up with Phil at the Depot. He starts there Monday. He’ll be our runner. There’s a shipment due Friday.”

“Usual stuff?”

“Nope. Electrical goods, this time.”

“I’ll let Jamie know.”  Jamie was their fence, a small rather portly middle-aged man of vast experience and canny if mournful countenance who had thrived in the rationing post-war years and who, though well-known to the Police, had never ever been to Court, for although his second-hand emporium in a back-street by the Wharf regularly received visits from The Plod, they never ever found anything suspicious, or stolen. Or, at least, that they could prove was stolen.

“Usual divvy?” Mark asked.

“Yep – but small bonus for Plumb.”

“Gesture?”

“Yep. He might even spend it here!” Steve laughed.

So they talked, laughed, planned, plotted, schemed, until at last Steve came to take her hand, leading her gently – almost lovingly – toward and into her room where they lay, naked, entwined for quite some time, gently touching, kissing, feeling the warmth, the soft human warmth, of each others’ bodies. It was for this – for such as this – that she almost loved him. Almost: had she not by the experience of her past stopped herself. And so they lay together, warmly warm, and silent, with only the distant sound of music below; the sounds of their lips touching; their breath breathing; and his fingers feeling her moist waiting wetness.

At first, he had seemed such a contradiction to her. But she no longer cared. It was his company and his body that she craved; even needed; and she would listen to him speak, for hours, in his almost accentless voice as he spoke of his plans, his visions, his passions, his theories, his interests and his hopes. Thus did she listen to him again later that night after their passions had flowed and flowed to ebb with the passing hours of their intimate, sexual, embrace.

“It’s the essence of the sinister, you see, ” he was saying to her as she lay naked, propped up on pillows in her bed, smoking one of her small cheroots while soft light from a bedside lamp bathed them and the glow of Dusk began to dully glow, as dark retreated beyond that window of their world.

“Experience. Going to, beyond, your limits. Transgressing laws, all limits. Learning. Exulting in life, and treating the mundanes as the idiots, the expendables, the resource, they are.”

Then, quite suddenly, his tone changed. “I’d like you to leave, here, this house,” he said. “And stay with me. We’ll get somewhere.”

“Don’t be daft!” she said in her broad Yorkshire accent, and slightly laughed.

“I mean it. I want you to get more involved. Assist me.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yep. Very.”

“But I don’t know anything about the Occult and Satanism.”

“You don’t have to. They’re just words. Words which obscure the essence. Useful – sometimes. But otherwise irrelevant. Like the current name my crew use – CoC. I’ll change it; maybe soon for something maybe permanent. It was only temporary, anyways, that outer name.”

She finished her cheroot, and lit another one, and he continued.

“It’s essentially just a way of living. A way of life. It’s not really about rituals and all that crap that the mundanes think it’s about. It’s about us – individuals – excelling; enjoying. Taking risks. Changing ourselves. Evolving. Exulting. About creating a new way of life; freeing ourselves from the tyranny of laws; from the tyranny of the Police; of governments; of The State. Being ourselves.”

“And making money,” she laughed.

“Of course!”

“But -” she began to say.

“Mark agrees.”

“You what?”

“About you leaving here. He – and I – want you to take over running the girls.”

“So what’s he going to do, then?”

“He’s gonna open a new branch of our venture, in York.”

“I see.”

“Naturally, I’ll have some lads stay here to look out for the girls.”

“Naturally!” And she laughed again.

“What’d you say, then?”

Aroused, she said all that then needed to be said with her body, until satiated again, she lay beside him as, outside, the Sun rose into a strangely cloudless early Winter’s sky.

^^^

There was much that Steve wanted to do, and he had invited Plumb to join him for a drink in their favoured Pub in Woodhouse. Ruth was there, in the dimness of that traditional haunt, and Plumb could not help but ogle her breasts as he sat down beside Steve. But he knew better than to let his gaze linger or address her by name, and so he sat sipping his pint of beer.

“You’ve got someone interested, I hear?” Steve said to him.

“Yeah, mate of mine. Will.”

“Handy?”

“Shipley skins.”

“Enough said, then.”

“You wanna meet?”

“Yep, set it up. It’ll be a test.”

Plumb smiled. “Like mine?”

“Yep.” And both Steve and Ruth smiled. For she had come a long way in the two weeks since she and Steve had shared a house.

That day of the test was a mournful if British one – for weather. For the wind was cold; the sky overcast and dull with cloud; and the slight persistent drizzle of that middle morning lent meaning to Julius Caesar’s long dead desire to live in far more sunnier healthier climes. Steve was there, with Plumb, and Will, the heavily-tattooed, waiting in the stolen car outside the shop. It was a kind of non-descript shop, selling jewellery, not quite in the city centre, and its décor and display seemed as if to say that its owner could not quite decide upon the intended clientèle. For there were some quite expensive items, among the rings and watches, and then some much cheaper tat while a middling assortment of second-hand items completed the rather mixed collection.

“Ready?” Steve asked Will, as the young skinhead of stocky build sat in the backseat of the car, clutching a sawn-off shotgun.

“Let’s go!” Steve said, and he and Will were swiftly out, masks on.

Steve pushed the one male customer aside, his right hand brandishing his revolver, while smashing displays with a hammer.

“Fill it!” Steve demanded of the customer, as Will thrust a small bag at him, and – obedient, like the trained mundane he was – he obeyed, stuffing it full of rings and watches. And then they were gone, outside, to where Plumb waited, ready and revving the car.

Ruth’s old haunt claimed them, after the necessary change of outfits and cars, above the fringe of Meanwood Ridge, and Will and Plumb sat on a sofa in that well-incensed house while Steve inspected the haul.

“Good,” he said. Then, to Will: “You’ll get your cut in a couple of days, OK?”

“Yeah, sure,” Will said.

“You got a job?” Steve asked him.

“Nah, only thieving,” and he laughed, showing two teeth broken from fights.

“From now on, no freelancing, understand?” Steve said.

“Sure.”

“You do only the jobs we give you.”

“OK”

“Got some regular work, if you’re interested,” Steve said. “Right up your street.”

“Yeah?”

“Protecting our assets, here. Could be a rough, at times. Oh, yeah of course, you haven’t met them, have you,” Steve smiled. He called out, and, one by one, Ruth’s girls came in, all five of them.

^^^

Introductions over – as was his hour with the girl of his choice – Will was taken in a convoy of three crew cars amid the light of that day, such as that light was, to the rocks of Almscliffe Crag which rose beyond that Harrogate road and which gave, in better daylight, views toward the Vale of York. And it was there, on those topmost now rain-spattered rocks, that he gave his solemn pledge of loyalty to that crew.

“You’re family now,” Steve said. “Understand?”

“Sure.” And they all knew he meant it.

“We have some simple rules. First, we don’t betray our own,” Steve said to him. “Anyone who does is killed. No questions; no quarter; no delay. You’re in this for life, and if you ever show enmity towards us, your family, we’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

Steve paused for a moment before continuing. “Second, we all have equal shares of whatever we take or whatever our enterprises earn. No favouritism. Third, we care for our family. We respect them. We look after them; look out for them. We will risk our own lives for them, if required. All of them – women, children; they’re all our comrades. If you disrespect any member of our family, our kindred, you’ll suffer – you’ll be put on trial, before us, you’ll say your piece, and be judged and, if necessary, punished.

“Fourth, it’s the mundanes and us. Our folk, our kindred, our band of comrades, our family, against the mundanes. The mundanes and their property, all they have, are our resource. Fifth, the laws of the mundanes are irrelevant to us. The government, and especially the Police, are our enemy, servants of the mundanes – we expect no favour from them, no quarter, and we give them no favours, no quarter. Understand?”

“Sure,” Will said. And they all knew he meant it.

“Also, there’s only one leader, one chief. Currently, it’s me. You got a grievance, something to say, you come to me, say it to me to my face, in full earshot of others. We don’t ever talk about one of our brothers, one of sisters, behind their backs. If you’ve got a grievance against me, you face me with it, in full earshot of others.

“If you ever have a dispute with any member of our family, our crew, you bring it out into the open. If we can’t settle among ourselves, then you’ll settle it between the two of you, by a fair fight.

“If you don’t like my leadership, challenge me for it, openly. If necessary, we’ll settle the matter by a duel with deadly weapons. So, for leadership it’s a duel; for other disputes, a fair fight, in front of comrades.

“There’s no leaving your family. You’re part of us now for life; you’re our brother, for life. If you want to settle down with someone, or get married, she has to be either one of us, or become one of us. No exceptions. Same with our women-folk, our sisters – if they are serious about someone, wanting to settle down with them, maybe even get hitched, then he has to be either one of us, or become one of us. No exceptions. Same if you move away for some reason – you’re still family; still bound by your oath; our rules; and we may ask for your help, anytime; just as you can ask for our help, anytime.”

“And one last thing,” Steve said. “We have our own, small, tattoo. Our mark.” And he smiled, saying, “although I don’t know where you’re going to put it.”

Steve laughed, Will laughed; everyone laughed, for Will’s arms, hands and neck were already covered with tattoos.

^^^

S. Brown
ONA (Nexion One)
120 yf

The ABC of 352

The ABC Rite

Introduction:

The aim of this introductory rite is twofold: 1) It is a means of drawing Dark Forces to the Disciple, and binding them to the Sinister Path; 2) And is a means to “activate” the Disciple; meaning to extricate the Disciple out of his own head so he/she can become used to being productively active in the outside world. The Sinister Way, as we understand it is a Way of Living, Doing, and Being. This rite Initiates the Disciple onto that Sinister Path.

The ABC Rite is undertaken soon after the Disciple’s Initiation into WSA; or before as a test of loyalty if the Nexus he desires to join demands. The rite is usually preformed by the Disciple with three other WSA Disciples; as his helpers and witnesses; who have practiced this rite before. The more often the rite preformed, the more Dark Forces are drawn into the Sinister Predator. The rite may be preformed by a solitary Disciple who honestly desires to become a genuine Sinister Predator. Or it may be practiced  by an entire nexion of Sinister Predators.

ABC stands for: Assault; Business, and Criminal organization.

The Voiding (Preliminary Ritual):

The Disciple first researches abandoned and derelict buildings in a suitably urban area.

Then on a night of the full Moon, they break into this building and aim to conduct the ritual on the top floor, or the most inaccessible part of the building (reseached beforehand during a practice run). They are not allowed any means of light to guide them through the building.

Once in the chosen space, the Disciple lights incense of Mars. They must also have a crystal with them, suitable for ritual use. No candles are permitted.

They then walk a circle anti-clockwise three times, saying “Ad Satanas qui laetificat juventutem meam”.

They then stand in the centre of the circle, holding the crystal, and vibrate with force, “Agios o Shugara” seven times whilst visualizing the sigil of Shugara.

Then the Diabolus is sung three times.

The Disciple then places the crystal on the floor, and sits near to it, within the circle. They visualize the crystal becoming black, which spreads out to engulf them.

Once visualization is over, the Disciple departs the building, and prepares themselves for the performance of the ABC’s the following day.

The ABC’s:

1) Assault

The Disciple must first perform the act of Assault. Three witnesses are involved to aid the Disciple, and to observe all is done correctly.

Two acts of assault are most commonly recommended: lynching, and sexual assault.

Usually, if a lynching is chosen, Disciples in the past have found it easier to do a drive-by lynch in a quiet street and beat the shit out of an unsuspecting bystander. The bystander must bleed form the lynching. This is called a “Blood Opfering”.

If the option is to be a sexual assault, previous Disciples have found it easier and less risky to wait for a ‘wiccan’ holiday, and then find a suitable victim in their places of gathering – usually held at night in places favourable to the assault. This is called a “Sex Opfering”.

If a female Disciple is performing the Sex Opfering, she must use whatever means available to sexually opfer her victim, while her three witnesses hold the Opfer down. Safety and stealth here is of utmost importance. We do not want our brothers and sisters’ liberty and safety jeopardized or compromised in any way. Intelligence, planning, concealment of identity, and use of  “mottos” is standard protocol. Each Disciple is given a motto or nickname by the group, which they will be then known by.

2) Business

Once again, the Disciple is accompanied by three witnesses. ‘Business’ in the WSA is defined as “the art and science of transferring other people’s money into your pocket or bank account”. The WSA breaks  Business into the three B’s (BBB): “Beggery”; “Burglary”; and “Bluffery”; which we affectionately refer to as the “Better Business Bereau”.

The Disciple first begins their Beggery by being taken to a highly populated area. They are then required to beg for money all day until they have raised 100 Dollars. The Disciple must share what they make equally with their three witnesses. “Beggery” also includes: Extortion, Racketeering and Tax Collecting, which are all different forms of Begging. The Disciple may choose which form of begging they will use to collect the required amount.

Next the Disciple must pass the Burglary test. The Disciple must steal something which can be sold or pawned for money. The Disciple must raise 100 Dollars to pass the test. Again, whatever money is made must be divided equally.

Next the Disciple must demonstrate their skills in “Bluffery”. By Bluffery we mean “the art of conning stupid people out of their money”. The Disciple must devise a suitable means – eg. selling trinkets like pens, or magazines, or pamphlets; or create a business commodity of their own, and selling it for profit. The Disciple again must raise at least 100 Dollars to pass the test, and the money must be shared equally.

By going through the Better Business Bereau the Disciple learns to hustle for money, and discovers that they are not so dependent on jobs to make a decent living. They will learn to see that every person is an opportunity, and that which looks like a street of busy cars, is a river of money and opportunity waiting to be networked with, and exploited for personal gain. Thus the Disciple gains a sense of liberation, and begins to realize that financial independence is possible. The Disciple also learns to work and co-operate in a collective group.

3) Criminal Organization

This is where the Disciple displays their intelligence, creativity and organizational skills. The Disciple must organize a small group, and plan out a very organized and stealth criminal act, which in some way will benefit the small group. In the past Disciples have organized small groups of new Disciples and put them through the A and B stage – themselves acting as a witness and leader of the group.

-WSA-

Mousai

Urania, o’er her star-bespangled lyre,

With touch of majesty diffused her soul;

A thousand tones, that in the breast inspire,

Exalted feelings, o er the wires’gan roll—

How at the call of Jove the mist unfurled,

And o’er the swelling vault—the glowing sky,

The new-born stars hung out their lamps on high,

And rolled their mighty orbs to music’s sweetest sound.

—From An Ode To Music by James G. Percival

[Urania, one of the Nine Muses]

The Great Architect

Sir John Dee

John Dee, best known in the occult

for talking with fallen

angels through the angles of a tetrahedron.

Franklin, Venerable Master

of the Lodge of the Nine Sisters, inside which lodge

sinister minds met in secret to

disrupt the old world

and make a new one.

G

G is the 7th letter

Symbolizing the 7th Way

The Delta is the Tetrahedron

Nexion of the Dark Gods

The Delta for DARK, the G for GODS

G/7 multiplied by 3/Delta is 21

21 for the Atus and the Dark Gods

Gold alludes to Internal Alchemy

The Acacia alludes to the Tree of Wyrd

Formed by the Square/Causal

And Compass/Acausal:

7+2=9

The Tree of Wyrd

Plus 2 Nexions

The Causal and Acausal

Boaz and Jachin

Let he who have an eye to see

Understand the Mystery

And be Illuminated thereof

She is Wyrd – the Square & Compass

In Her Hands is the Law of Nature

Leaves, Fruit, and Seeds behind Her

Symbolizing the weaving of Wyrd

As the seed of our actions bares Fruit

She sit between the Pillars

The Causal and Acausal

She is Sophia-Baphomet

With Her Lunar Horns

Upon a Cubic Throne

Her head dress is One Moon,

The golden is the Second Moon

How Many Moons are there

Above and Below Baphomet?

Seated on a Cubic Throne

One White Moon for the Pillar Jachin

One Black Moon for Boaz

Seated with her chest bare

As the ONA describes Her

TTGL

Look closely Disciples

At the Symbol of the Dark Goddess

Can you see Her Legs spread open

Upon the Book of Nature

And Her Cleft?

Agia H Baphomet

-:[WSA352]:-

352

352

ONA NXS 352 is a Progressive Nexion/Temple of the Order of Nine Angles. It is formally known as the White Star Acception. The Numbers 352 are the Letters WSA in numerical format: The 3 = w; the 5 = s; and the 2 = a. This Nexus (which it calls itself) is mostly known as WSA352.

The foundation of 352 are: 1) The Black Book of Satan “1;” 2) The Black Book of Satan “3;” 3) Naos; 4) All MSS by Anton Long; and 5) It’s own compilation of MSS called Opus Vrilis.

As explained in the Black Book of Satan in regards to the formation of Temples, Temple 352 has it’s own Sigil called the “Trisickle” which is the symbol displayed up there.

Trisickle is a conjunction of the words Trident and Sickle. It is described in a Chapter of Opus Vrilis named “The Sanghavada,” which is posted here as a page. The Trisickle has a number of exoteric and esoteric meanings.

Exoterically the Trisickle forms the Letters and Numbers: WSA352. The prongs of the Trident is the W/3; Saturn’s sigil forms the S/5; and the 2/a is the hump or loopy part of the Sickle.

Esoterically it has several meanings. It is the Trident of Shiva and the Sickle of Saturn. More especially it is the WSA’s Sigil of Baphomet. Kali (the Hindu version of Baphomet) holds in her hands both the Trident and Sickle, as well as a severed head as the Baphomet of the Dark Tradition does:

Kali

The word “Kali” itself actually means “Dark,” or “Black,” which to us alludes to the Dark Tradition. Parallel to certain aspects of the ONA, Kali is the goddess form of Destruction, Time and Change – Causal Progression. Another correspondence Kali has with the Dark Tradition is that according to the Vedas, Kali Herself is Prana. Prana being tantrika’s Sanskrit word for a force which maybe understood as Acausal Force. In otherwords, Kali IS the Dark Force itself.

The Mahayantra of Kali:

Mahakali Yantra

The Mahayantra of Mahakali to 352 is also very significant. As you will notice the central figure is composed of 3 Triangles, which means there are a total of Nine Angles all together. The triple triangle and its 9 Angles are also symbols specifically associated with this goddess-form; which as we (352) have pointed out is an Eastern, or Oriental version of Baphomet of the Dark Tradition. Thus to WSA352, the term “Nine Angles,” refers not only to the Traditional esoteric 7 Spheres + 2 Nexions, but also to the Dark Mother Baphomet Herself. Although some artists draw Mahakali Yantras that consists of more than 3 triangles; the WSA considers the ones with three triangles to be more accurate, because in various scriptures it is said that Kali manifested as Shakti (Energy) – that is – Kundalini – who coils around herself 3 times.

Another reason why Kali is such an important Symbol for Baphomet to the WSA352 is the well known initiates of Mahakalika Herself: The Thugees – once, when they were around, practiced Human Culling, where they would sacrifice people by strangulation to the Dark Mother – which of course corresponds to what we in the ONA know of as Opferring. The parallels between the Eastern Dark Tradition, and what found it’s way into Shropshire England and into the hands of Anton Long are far to many, that it truly can’t be said that Anton Long invented the entire thing out of boredom one day.

This is not to say that Anton Long borrowed “Kali-ism” from India, because there are major differences. Given the time and distance between India and England, one can assume that such Dark Tradition may have long evolved into separate and distinct Traditions. With the ONA evolving itself further away from religion and into a Methodology and unique Dark Tradition. Whereas the “dark tradition” in India has long since dilapidated or has been absorbed into Hinduism, and corrupted by it – thus is no longer Sinister as it once was – as the ONA still steadfastly remains.

Most often 352 will refer to its Satanism as “Progressive Satanism.” This is because the term “Traditional Satanism” which was coined by the ONA was “borrowed” by the Theistic profane Satanists – and we would like to distinguish ourselves from such Profanity. Plus we are progressive in different ways from what might be termed “Traditional Nexions” of the ONA, as such that we don’t like remaining still and in one place for long and are always seeking to see the ONA from different Angles and perspectives.

From the act of circumspection – walking around to gain different angles of view – the ONA, we ultimately add new insights and things to our 352 – progressing it. Sometimes, our progressive nature inspires other Initiates to see things differently, and so, gradually, the whole ONA eventually Evolves to remain relevant to us and our modern needs and modern world views.

Saturn’s Square:

The Numbers “352″ themselves have a more deeper meaning. 352 was originally founded by 3 Freemasons. Or the first 3 were childhood friends, who later became Freemasons. As you can see from the above picture, the masonic Square and Compass is a rendition of the Sigil of Saturn; and the Numbers “352″ are also taken from the Magic Square of Saturn itself.

The 3 and 5 can be found in the Middle Way, between the extremes. The Middle Way of the Square of Saturn, being dominated by the Prime Number 7 is within WSA also the “Seventh Way,” the Septenary Way, or the Seven-Fold Way. The 3 for the first three originals, and the Tetrahedron. The 5 for the 5 Points of Fellowship (the Pentagram). 3×5 = 15, which alludes to the 15th Trump – The Devil. 15×2 = 30 or the Letter “L” for Luciferi-Venus the “White Star.” The Number “2″ being near the number 7 represents the 2 nexions which accompany the 7 Spheres of the Tree of Wyrd. The Two Nexions being the Abyss and Acausal itself. 5+2 = 7, for the Seven Fold way. 7×3 = 21, for the 21 Atus, and for the Dark Gods. The 3 is for the Delta/triangle which is the letter D for Dark. 5+2 = 7; the 7 representing the letter T for Tradition.

The number “2″ being in the North East Corner in Freemasonry has a very important meaning. In the first degree, the Masonic Novitiate is placed in the North East Corner, where he represents an Ashlar recently cut and separated from the indistinguishable mass of the Quarry. As he stands there, to his Right is the Dark North, which represents ignorance. To his Left is the East, which represents Illumination. The Master is seated in the East. This Master represents the Pillar of Wisdom in Freemasonry. This word “Wisdom,” in Greek is “Sophia.” When Sophia is processes through a rabbinical cipher called the Atbash Cipher, it renders: “Baphomet.” Thus 3/W represents “Wisdom,” the 5/S represents “Sophia,” and the 2 is the second letter B for “Baphomet.” The 2 being a lowercase “a” also stands for “Atbash,” which reminds us of the Cipher used to derive Baphomet out of Sophia.

From the North East Corner, the Novitiate is called to the East – to Travel the Left Hand Path (the Sinister Way) towards the East to receive illumination.

The original founders were deeply into the mysteries of Freemasonry. 352 to them is the Gematria of Thoth (88) multiplied by 4 (88×4 = 352). To them, 88 also represented Heil Hitler and the 4 also alludes to a “fourth” future Reich (not necessarily a racial one, more of a symbolic one).

The Gematric value 352 also adds up to “The Way and also The Life [he odos & ho bios],” Parah [fruitful], Qorban [sacrifice], Qarab [offer], Qeren [horn], Ratzon [favour], Sekel [understanding], Orem [craftiness], Baraq [lightning], Shabili [path], Rimmon [pomagranet], Ra’yon [thought], Aur Mola [exalted light], the Greek word Lampas [lamp], and Sarkikos [carnal].

Also, according to the “English Gematric” system: where A=1… I=9, J=10, K=20, L=30, M=40, N=50… S=100, T=200.. and so forth; the word “SATAN” itself adds up to the Number 352.

All together, the Number 352 conceals the entire Mysteries of the Dark Tradition of the ONA.

WSA352

Trestle Boarding

Trestle Boarding

Solo Nine Angles:

The Disciple begins by vibrating: “Nythra Kthunae Atazoth” seven times while holding a crystal. Afterwards “Binan ath ga wath am” is vibrated followed by the Diabolus chant. The Disciple next visualizes a Star Gate opening near the planet Saturn, from which comes out a flood of violet colored energy, flowing down into the Disciple’s body. This visualization is preformed for 20 minutes or so. Afterwards, the Disciple chants the Atazoth chant. The crystal is placed on the ground and the Disciple sits before it. 9 deep breaths are taken when seated, with eyes closed, to place the Disciple in Alpha Wave.

The Trestle Board:

A Trestle Board in olden days is what today may be called a blue print. It was usually a canvas made of skin mounted on a frame upon which the master architect draws his or her plans. The workers then takes the designs on the Trestle Board and constructs the building. This Trestle Board is itself a symbol of a master architect’s thoughts transforming into form. The Mind is the Architect; Dark Providence, or the “Cosmic Forces,” are the builders, which manifests what you draw upon this Trestle Board – the Mind in an altered state – into form which you will experience.

After the Disciple has seated itself before the crystal, it will visualize a Trestle Board in front of it. The Trestle Board is like a movie screen. The Disciple will project it’s desire; goals; dreams; wish; onto this Trestle Board in the form of a movie. The Disciple must make sure that the movie it projects onto the Trestle Board represents the life the Disciple will live as if the desire or goal had already been materialized. In other words, the movie you are watching on the Trestle Board is a Frame of Life in the near future which you desire to experience.

Project the movie onto the Trestle Board for a minute of two, paying close attention to the details of the material desire or goals. Then “step into” the movie and experience that frame of existence. The end result; material desire; desired situation/events; must be experienced in crisp detail. This visualization will continue for 20-30 minutes. If the visualization is boring, and the 30 minutes seems to lag, then you know you are doing it wrong, because the movie lacks the power to evoke excitement and life in you. What does not evoke and excite your emotions/life force, cannot itself come to life.

Once the Disciple is satisfied with the experience, it will “step out” of the movie, standing before the Trestle Board. See the very last frame of the movie freeze and become an oil painting. Now, at this stage visualize the oil colors on the Trestle Board moving to form a sigil. It is best to allow the subconscious mind to form the sigil on it’s own effort, the Disciple should just watch the sigil forming and take conscious note.

Once the sigil of the desire has been formed, the disciple will touch it with both hands and feel the sigil vibrating. The Disciple will feel its hands resonating to the sigils vibration. Next, the Disciple will place its resonating hands on it’s ears and listen for the Word/Name of the sigil from the vibration. Again, the subconscious mind should be allowed to form the Name. Do not be judgmental or critical of what you will hear, even if the word seems silly.

Now, the Disciple with eyes still closed, hold the crystal in its hands, which is visualized as still resonating to the vibration of the Name of the sigil. For the next 20 minutes the Disciple will focus every ounce of awareness and concentration on the sigil. Everything, including the Trestle Board should fade away. The sigil mush be emblazoned on the blackness of the inner eyelids. An adept of visualization, can actually cause the sigil to glow, in the same way as you would see a glowing afterimage when you stare at a bright light bulb and close your eyes. While this sigil is being concentrated on, the Disciple will vocally, in a low, vibrating tone, chant the Name of the sigil with each exhalation. The Name may be vibrated in the mind also, if vibrating it out loud will not do. A deep breath is taken which fills the lungs entirely, and for the duration of the out going breath, the Name of the sigil is slowly vibrated. The exhalation should be slow and steady. The longer the Disciple can hold the sigil and vibrate its Name, the more effective it will be. No other thoughts or pictures should arise. After about 20 minutes, the sigil is ready to be processed through the Tree of Wyrd, in Stellar Order.

Procession of the Sigil:

Visualize the Sigil in the sphere of the Moon and vibrate: “Noctulius” thrice.
Bring the Sigil into the Sphere of Mercury and vibrate: “Nekalah” three times.
Visualize the Sigil in the Sphere of Venus and vibrate: “Karu Samsu” thrice.
Bring the Sigil into the Solar Sphere and vibrate: “Kathunae” thrice.
Bring it to Mars and vibrate: “Davcina” three times.
Bring it into Jupiter and vibrate: “Naos” three times.

Then move the Sigil into the Sphere of Saturn. Visualize a Star Gate near Saturn. Somewhere on the Star Gate is a place for you to place this Sigil, place it there. The Sigil will open the Gate and from it the violet energy gushes out once more. This time, this energy is imbued with the resonance of the Sigil. Visualize this dark violet energy bathing the earth, and city where you live – influencing and affecting the people there. When you are satisfied say: “As Within, So Without.” and stand up slowly to call in the Cosmic Forces to close this Rite.

Calling in the Cosmic Forces:

Standing with feet slightly apart, inhale and say in your mind: “I call the Cosmic Forces into my body;” pause the inhalation for 3 seconds, then continue inhaling and say: “Asking for strength, protection, and guidence.” Next, having called the Cosmic Forces, speak to Dark Providence, as you were speaking to any person. Spend a moment and tell it what you have done, for what reasons, what you want materialized, then ask it to guide you and manifest you desire for you. Dark providence takes care of the “How” part, but you must walk towards what you call into form. Dark Providence can build the bridge to get you to the other side of the river, but you must walk yourself across it. End your conversation in any manner you feel necessary, then cross your arms over your chest to disperse the Cosmic Forces.

The crystal used during this rite is saved to be used later only for trestle boarding. It is highly suggested that the Disciple keep a magickal journal of some kind. The Disciple is encouraged to go out and do things, or just put itself into the world around people and smile. The Disciple is encouraged to pay close attention to the coincidences and synchronicities that it will experience. These happenstances and serendipitous events, and situations is what should be noticed and written down in the journal for later study and evaluation. – Chapter xlviii, Opus Vrilis.

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