Lord Occultis

Nothing it seems to me. Why don't these old geezers go fight their own damn wars? There so willing for these young men and women to shed their blood and bear the terrible burdens that war brings, while they sit safely back home. I say hand them all that voted for it an M-16 and let THEM shed THEIR blood for THEIR own damn war!

I guess your talking about past life regression, right? I regularly regress. It is real easy for me and I don't need hypnotism or anything. My memories are happy, and I've even remembered being born which was pretty trippy. In fact the opposite problem is true for me. Since stress or strong emotions can me regress easily, I have to really keep a strong hold on "myself". I've actually cursed myself to keep from doing it. It's like a little voice in my head that pops up sometimes, lol, and I got to like tell it "No, not here. You want to mae both of us look like an idiot"? It's worse sometimes in certain stores. You know how little kids want things and that voice is like "I want that!", which wouldn;t be so bad if it wasn't something soert of embarrasing like a toy, or a teddybear, or some kind ok kids clothes like footed pajamas, lol. I probably could get away with more if I was female.

Marching off to war, innocence their only defense They marched off to the Holy Land with the pretense That God honored innocence On their way to defeat the Muslims, they were captured and slain Putting pay to the Churche's plan so insane Now we send a young men and women To fight for liberty And make they pay for their innoicency On altars made by the State when seal their fate As tools for the will of old crusty men Untill they become broken and can;t be used again (Chhorus) Marching off to war, marching off to kill Marching off to war, marching for blood to spill Sacraficing youth by the command of old men Sacraficing innocence on a pretense for the next of kin Children's Crusade, then and now Children's Crusade, the evil old men will allow In Falujah or Sadr City, young women and men rise and fall When the war is over they will raise a stone memorial wall What can buy back innocence, when the wounds erase all dreams What can buy back clean hands when wars made them murdering fiends? Damn these old man, let them fight their own goddamn wars Goddamn these old men and the deals made behind closed doors How can they sleep at night, knowing they have sacraficed or young How can the veteran sleep when he flashes back to what he's done? Goddamn these hypocrites, with their pious lies and sneaky plans Sacraficing on the altar of State our young women and men

I'm going insane I'm going on a train To a destination in the sunset A bright place where I can forget My own face and the rest of the human race finally found a safe hiding place crawling from my room crawling into your womb crawling back into inner space crawling from this place crawling back into subspace They say I'm insane Maybe their right But if they could see with my eyesite They'd be crawling soon crawling from this room Crawling away from this doom Crawling to the womb Crawling, Crawling All I can hear is a silent roar All I can see is suffused with more All I can feel is a silent joy All I can see is what they want to destroy With their words and preconceptions I'm beyond such dour deceptions I'm removed from their power perspectives I've found Paradise and it's not in the sky But between her thighs So I'm crawling Crawling from this place Crawling to subspace Crawling, Crawling I'm crawling into a state of grace Crawling, Crawling I'm crawling past the Tree with no taste of fruit for me Crawling, Crawling Crawling into your hallowed sancturary Crawling, Crawling Maybe I'm insane, but in here's no pain Crawling, Crawling Crawling, Crawling

Darkness flees the rising sun The village lies ahead It will wake to a new day soon Soon they'll all be dead We came in cover of moonless night Fifty men at arms Now at first morning light, The church bell sounds the alarm Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed them of their lives Fresh blood on our swords Gods Of War Arise! Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed them of their lives Fresh blood on our swords Gods Of War Arise! Hear the tortured screams Shattering the air They awake from soothing dreams Into their worst nightmare Fire sweeps their homes They feel the dragon's breath Consuming and destructive flames Agonising death Some seek shelter in the church A refuge for those with faith But we know how to smoke them out A pyre will be raised But those who choose to stand and fight Will die with dignity For the unfortunate few who survived Waits a life in slavery The day draws to a end The night comes dark and cold We return to our ships With silver, slaves and gold We gave them agony, as they fell and die The Gods have granted victory For our sacrifice *solo Mikkonen* The day draws to a end The night comes dark and cold We return to our ships With silver, slaves and gold We gave them agony, as they fell and die The Gods have granted

You can't judge me Because you can't see Beyond my mask of skin Your eyes don't realize The path I took to this sin All you see is meanness All you can see is vengance But you can't see my tired knees worn out from my penance I called on God and no one was there to hear I cried out to God and no one one was there to hear So I went down the path leading to the pit With my bitter and brusied heart in it Seeking the bright side of darkness Suicide, everyone dies But what if it were you? Where is it you hide What you know is true? Can you see the paths my tears have inscribed? Can you see the scars that I hide? Can you see the pain reflected in the dark burnt like a blowtorch into my heart I cried out to God, and he was far away I begged God for it not to be so, to take this pain away But God turned away from me, so I began my search bitterly with my bitter and bruised heart in it I began my descent into the pit Seeking the bright side of darkness Innocence torn I wish I'd never been born All I know is confusion Days gone bye, all too soon to die All I can ask is why My heart has been turned black as coal You've ravaged my heart and destroyed my soul My tears streak my burning cheeks I can't stop sobbing to speak I called out to God and he did not hear I cried out to God in my fear and I leartned He was not there and I heard life was not fair With my bitter and brusied heart in it I have marched on to the Pit Seeking the bright side of Darkness Sometimes I wish for cocaine heroine to stick it in to keep from going insane From the never ending gloom Sometimes in my mind I call the tomb Sometimes I wish I'd swoon Buried in darkness for all time buried up to my neck in my mind Buried among the rotting dead Buried six feet above my head Buried where the sun never shines Buried like my heart in my Body has been scorched and burned as I've slowly learned The bright side of Darkness

"Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan, and yet you are nothing. In the end you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone." "Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the galaxy!" "You are strong, child--but I will break you!" "Still . . . still spouting the wisdom of the Jedi, I see. Maybe there is more truth in their code than I ever believed. I . . . I cannot help but wonder, Revan. What would have happened had our positions been reversed? What if fate had decreed I would be captured by the Jedi? Could I have returned to the light, as you did? If you had not led me down the dark path in the first place, what destiny would I have found?" "I wanted to be Master of the Sith and ruler of the galaxy. But that destiny was not mine, Revan. It might have been yours, perhaps . . . but never mine. And in the end, as the darkness takes me, I am nothing." "Your predecessor once made the mistake of questioning my orders, Admiral, surely you're not so foolish as him to commit the same mistake..." "Failure means death, Admiral." Darth Maul "Fear. Fear attracts the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt. Fear. Fear is my ally." Darth Sion "I can feel you, my master, faint, weak. No longer do your teachings whisper within my skull." "Have you come here for answers? There are none. She hopes that you will be spared, only so you might suffer." "I have studied you, and found nothing but weakness." "Have you come here to die like the Jedi before you? This place is a graveyard for your kind. The call of Korriban is strong, but it is the call of the dead. It is fitting that you came here." "Long have I waited for the last of the Jedi to fall at my feet." "You are a wretched thing, of weakness and fear." "Hunt him wherever he goes, find him; he will not escape me again." "She shields him, protects him. I will destroy everything she loves, all that she holds dear. I will cast his corpse at her feet; it will be as if killing her children." "I can die a hundred times, Exile, and each time I shall rise, as strong as before." "Kreia, she will try to break you, and when she does you will fall, and if you do, you will die." "As long as the dark side flows through the cracks of my flesh, I cannot be killed." "The Lord Revan could have ruled an empire, made the galaxy strong again, instead he chose weakness, and ran away." "I will not fall, I cannot die." Darth Tyrannus "Sith have no fear." Darth Vader "The Jedi turned against me! Don't you turn against me too!" "I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!" "If you are not with me, then you're my enemy." "You don't know the power of the dark side, I must obey my master."

My heart is like steel, You will bend to my will, Now I command you to kneel, I am your Lord and Master, serve me or die You are my bondservant for eternity Silensce your ineffectual cries My power is complete and my reing for all time In a world of Masters and Slaves, I have decreed to reing all those who oppose me shall become so much stains You shall have no other Master but Me With an iron fist I reing Deny not my power or join the slain We are the Sith, servants of the Dark Side Bow now to us, there is no where to hide All our enemies are dead now, their blood runs red Bow now before us or off with your head We are the Sith, Dark Lords and Masters You shall obey us ever after There is no where to flee and do not resist Or we shall smash you with our iron fist merciless, compassionless we come Our Kingdom Come Our Will be Done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give this day your daily lashing as you disobey Us Deny not the Dark Side, or fall under our blades

VANGUARD OF THE APOCALYPSE manifesto #0 vanguard n 1: the units moving at the head of an army 2: artists or writers whose ideas are ahead of their time 3: the position of greatest advancement; the leading position in any movement or field apocalypse n 1: the end of the world (the civilized world) Beyond the romantic imagery of ruins – feral foragers and neo-primitives living amidst smoldering skyscrapers torn apart by weeds and the disquieting welcome of wrist-thick kudzu vines; beyond the religious connotation and notions of prophetic “end times” predictions – we want the apocalypse. We wish to see the end of the world as we know it and the birth of the unknown. This is an active engagement, physically and emotionally. We are not content on waiting. Whether or not the “end is near” is not a point of contention. Though we can feel catastrophe in our hearts and distress in our souls we are not deluded by anticipating inevitabilities. Leave the stages of social evolution and revolution (…capitalism, civilization, catastrophe?) to the Marxists! What we want now is not because of what may happen – no matter how close to the edge our culture is teetering (and we don’t deny that it is). What we want now is because of what is happening – we can no longer bear the weight of civilization destroying our connection to each other and the natural community…alienating us to the point where "home sweet home" is a prison…where extinction is a necessary evil. This world - the civilized world - is a threat to all life and we are not content to sit and watch that threat become closer and closer to us a reality. We see very little to save in this world…we have no hope…and we have no delusions. This world is a threat that cannot be fixed, transformed, reformed, or radicalized. This world is a threat and we wish to see it destroyed. What we want is an apocalypse - an end of the civilized world and the birth of new worlds unknown. Our apocalypse is of the natural, not supernatural, order. We don’t believe in a Great Cleansing. We just want to be wild and free…to live in a world of spontaneity, chance, and chaos. The capacity to be free is a capacity that has been denied to everything living by civilization. To destroy civilization is to allow this capacity to be regained. The apocalypse we want will not cleanse the world of sinners and keep only saints – this is a reality. Anyone can survive. Capitalists and communists, workers and slaves, green anarchists and green berets alike. The paradigm of civilization may not go down with its body but the direct threat to all life will have disappeared for a long, long time. Civilizations may pop up, but they will never reach their monolithic status so long as pockets of wild and feral resistance still exist. Should we halter our dreams and activities in the face of something that may or may not eventually happen – post-apocalyptic war, roving bands of thugs, the rebuilding of civilization? Should we stifle the chance for freedom in the face of fear (of being free to do whatever we want)? If anything…we’ll die free…and what an exciting time to live and die it will be! We don’t wish for a return to anything. What we don’t want is to return to the Golden Age of Perfection because we know perfection is a lie – and a highly civilized one at that! We don’t want to be Inuit, !Kung, Kayapo, Navajo, Amish, Australopithecines or Pan troglodytes. While the lessons of the past are invaluable, and what these groups may have to teach is important, we recognize the fallacy of emulation. We want to create our own cultures out of the ashes of this monoculture; to rewrite the future in a thousand different ways. These groups – ancestors and kin – transmit to us, no matter how indirect, lessons we must transform so that they work for us. We see them as inspirations, not models, for the new worlds. We don't claim leadership, authority, or prophecy on the future; we will not be the elite feral humans existing amongst the ruins of metropoles, but we figure if this world - the civilized world - must end, why not be on the front lines? Beyond the romantic imagery of ruins and the prophecy of inevitability we are prepared…prepared to bring on the apocalypse – mentally, spiritually, and physically. Sincerely, The Kudzu-clad Vanguard of the Apocalypse I believe this is an excellent article. I think this is also one of the best articles I have read on Anarcho-Primitivism.