The Blood that Lives on in the Soil

Sept 29, 2017
On the hurricane-lashed hillsides of Puerto Rico, the blood oozes up from the soil.
It is blood that has been there a long time. It is blood that remembers the extortions of Columbus and the rascally company that was waiting for him to return from these Caribbean islands with gold to reward their investments. It is blood that remembers how Native peoples were admonished to turn from the Native faith than had made them so gentle, and compelled to deliver their prayers to an icon which claimed to be an image of Jesus the Christ, but which was actually a portrait of Cesare Borgia.
It is in the nature of the blood that is seeping from the inundated hillsides to urge the Puerto Rican people to want to build again. Ever since the landing of the Philistine pirates under the command of Christopher Columbus, Puerto Rico has become overly acquainted with recurrent catastrophes. But the blood that is seeping shall also ensure that what is rebuilt shall be different from everything that has gone before.

A Carnival Hosted by Demons

For one thing, ever since the day when the Dominicans arrived with Columbus, the throne of Cesare Borgia has been a heavy weight upon the soul of Puerto Rico. The Throne of Cruelty arrived in Puerto Rico with the second voyage of Columbus. From that moment on, the fortunes of the Native Taino people descended into a flume of genocidal catastrophe.

Heroic warriors bought their people a little time – but Comandante Ponce de Leon was as ruthless as the pounce of the lion for which he had been named.

The propensity of Juan Ponce de Leon and his underlings for cutting off peoples’ hands, demonstrates that they were the descendants in spirit, if not in the actual flesh, of the notorious Umayyads. In fact, Juan Ponce de Leon was a Crude Oil Brother. In his time, since men had not yet discovered how to extract blood from the earth, and since in consequence they had no Crude Oil with which to perform their pollutions, they had to burn living human beings instead.

It should therefore come as no surprise that, after they had killed all the men and raped all the women on the island, these Crude Oil Brothers should cause the scene of their crimes, this island which we now call Puerto Rico to become the center of the Most Catholic Inquisition in the Western Hemisphere.

Even after their abominations had brought the nation of Spain down to the most abject humiliation, the Crude Oil Brothers persisted in blazing trails through the most tangled thickets of injustice. In order to understand how they were able to get away with this, it is necessary to understand a very Satanic doctrine which was conjured up by the same series of Anti-Popes whose perversion of religious principles drove Martin Luther to declare a revolution against the Catholic Order. It is a most curious thing that even though the Protestant nations repudiated almost every other sophistry of the papists, this Satanic Doctrine of Discovery not only survived the Protestant Reformation, but was destined to become the foundation upon which American real estate law erected its superstructure.

It really should be called, The Doctrine of Satanic Possession.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Reason for Lent: Part 2

The Books of St. Paul's Jihad

Mar. 6, 2016

“According to St. Paul’s manual of arms,” Thieu impresses upon me, “we fight not flesh and blood, but Powers and Principalities -- the hosts of a Quipothic realm.

“In fact – forgive me for my impertinence, but I have a feeling that Henry Demonford is speaking through me. He is telling me that these Powers and Principalities, which we call nations, cartels, and corporations, are truly great demons who thrive by driving us to commit those boundary violations through which our sense of humanity becomes humiliated and debased.

“Does not your Christian Augustine inform us, that most of the Gods who were worshiped by the pagan Romans were once men or women who gained such renown that, just like Henry here, they came to represent the same virtues for which they came to be remembered? And in the same way, were not these corporations which have become the godlike demons of our modern world, once simply the idea of a person or a small group of persons, whose bodies have now become ashes and wormfood, but whose economic engine has attained to a state of virtual immortality?

“There is one thing more, I feel that Henry wishes to remind me of the reason for the season. Lent is a time to remember those who did not survive the winter. In the olden days, when social services such as we have now were non-existent it was more common – but even now, there are many who find the dark days oppressive and the rigors of the winter too extreme. And so even now, we shall find reason to pause in remembrance of those who did not live through the winter.

“But now I feel, that Henry is admonishing me. He is telling me that we should not mourn them – it is far more accurate to say that they mourn us, because they see us committing the same mistakes of which they have now repented. They want to be remembered, not because they still need us but rather, because when we remember them, they shall be able to lead us, so that we can be more free and can avoid some of the pitfalls which they fell into when they were alive on this earth.”

The Architecture of Belief

Are we not in the suburbs of St. Augustine’s City? When we look about us, do we not perceive the architecture of both Heaven and Hell? Heaven perceives in outworn Gods, a mirror of those sicknesses which have corrupted the people. But then, instead of chaining these demons in ways that compel them to heal their victims, the architecture of Hell shall force the soul to wear the concrete boots of dogma, and thus imprison the new vision in a prison of unyielding stone.

Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Here is an ideological superstructure designed to impede progress and confine your spiritual experience to the world of names and attributes only.

Religions have been born from the dreams of those whose flesh has now become ashes and wormfood. It is said that their souls have ascended into the empyrean Realm, and they are therefore called Malakutis.

We contemplate the architecture of Hell. Hell is rooted in the flames of our rebellion, those flags of treason raised by our own jealousy against our Creator. We are empowered to represent God, as servants of the Creative Will. But unfortunately, the Brother who’s drunk on Crude Oil cannot be satisfied with the role of a servant.
Those who are drunken on Wormwood shall try with all their might and main, to construct an ideological or economic machine which can become everyone’s master, and walk like a God on the earth.

We have seen how, on account of the reluctance of normal men to rob the sanctuaries, the temples of the Old Gods have become the centres of the banking system. The Old Gods of Rome became imprisoned with the golden ingots stored within the sanctified vaults of their temples. Men of discernment had long ago lost faith in these Gods. But the Old Faith could not be allowed to die, because if the temples of the Old Gods became deserted, the banking system also would collapse.