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August 31st, 2006

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

"Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!" (AL III:57)

After posting the following five-part comment on 2006-08-08 to the following Original Thread, should I really be surprised that slq merely omitted to un-screen them? Being fairly new to the internet it still surprises me (a little) of just how many people call for an open debate and then ignore or screen certain responses to it. One never is victorious at a debate by turning off their opponents' microphone - as a matter of fact that is taken as proof of your loss.

At the time, I seriously wanted some kind of response to the issues that I brought forth, and most certainly not a vague sweeping "I disagree." It seems that even the best that join OTO are slowly rotted out and corrupted by their membership within it. But really (!!!), what should I expect?

Love is the law, love under will.

Original Posts follow:

Incompetence Part ICollapse )

Incompetence Part IICollapse )

Incompetence Part IIICollapse )

Incompetence Part IVCollapse )

Incompetence Part VCollapse )

August 15th, 2006

Cowards who censor

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Since I've found more than one liveJournaler who limits input to a debate to a small select group, I guess my responce to this will have to be posted here.

Previous Quote:"A wise ruler manages discontent. A weak and fearful ruler brings about his own demise."

Your Quote:"I don't think that a schism would bring about anyone's demise, but it will no doubt create a lot of confusion for those who attempt to sever a permanent bond."

Unfortunately you're leaving the second half of the equation unattacked. In order for a permanent bond to exist, there must be a bonder and a bondee. It appears quite obvious that the incompetent rulership of the OTO is the one "attempt[ing] to sever a permanent bond". Whose side is all the confusion against now? How do you like me now?

"Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors." (AL III:42)

...and don't make the mistake of assuming that the traitors are those of us who are now OUTSIDE the Order. Have fun inside your ivory towers - cf. Atu XVI!

Love is the law, love under will.

August 7th, 2006

On all sides saw I | Valkyries assemble,
Ready to ride | to the ranks of the gods;
Skuld bore the shield, | and Skogul rode next,
Guth, Hild, Gondul, | and Geirskogul.
Of Herjan's maidens | the list have ye heard,
Valkyries ready | to ride o'er the earth.

I saw for Baldr, | the bleeding god,
The son of Othin, | his destiny set:
Famous and fair | in the lofty fields,
Full grown in strength | the mistletoe stood.

From the branch which seemed | so slender and fair
Came a harmful shaft | that Hoth should hurl;
But the brother of Baldr | was born ere long,
And one night old | fought Othin's son.

His hands he washed not, | his hair he combed not,
Till he bore to the bale-blaze | Baldr's foe.
But in Fensalir | did Frigg weep sore
For Valhall's need: | would you know yet more?

One did I see | in the wet woods bound,
A lover of ill, | and to Loki like;
By his side does Sigyn | sit, nor is glad
To see her mate: | would you know yet more?

From the east there pours | through poisoned vales
With swords and daggers | the river Slith.
[last two lines destroyed by Christians]

Northward a hall | in Nithavellir
Of gold there rose | for Sindri's race;
And in Okolnir | another stood,
Where the giant Brimir | his beer-hall had.

A hall I saw, | far from the sun,
On Nastrond it stands, | and the doors face north,
Venom drops | through the smoke-vent down,
For around the walls | do serpents wind.

I saw there wading | through rivers wild
Treacherous men | and murderers too,
And workers of ill | with the wives of men;
There Nithhogg sucked | the blood of the slain,
And the wolf tore men; | would you know yet more?

The giantess old | in Ironwood sat,
In the east, and bore | the brood of Fenrir;
Among these one | in monster's guise
Was soon to steal | the sun from the sky.

There feeds he full | on the flesh of the dead,
And the home of the gods | he reddens with gore;
Dark grows the sun, | and in summer soon
Come mighty storms: | would you know yet more?

On a hill there sat, | and smote on his harp,
Eggther the joyous, | the giants' warder;
Above him the cock | in the bird-wood crowed,
Fair and red | did Fjalar stand.

Then to the gods | crowed Gollinkambi,
He wakes the heroes | in Othin's hall;
And beneath the earth | does another crow,
The rust-red bird | at the bars of Hel.

Now Garm howls loud | before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, | and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, | and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.

Brothers shall fight | and fell each other,
And sisters' sons | shall kinship stain;
Hard is it on earth, | with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, | shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, | ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men | each other spare.

Fast move the sons | of Mim, and fate
Is heard in the note | of the Gjallarhorn;
Loud blows Heimdall, | the horn is aloft,
In fear quake all | who on Hel-roads are.

Yggdrasil shakes, | and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, | and the giant is loose;
To the head of Mim | does Othin give heed,
But the kinsman of Surt | shall slay him soon.

How fare the gods? | how fare the elves?
All Jotunheim groans, | the gods are at council;
Loud roar the dwarfs | by the doors of stone,
The masters of the rocks: | would you know yet more?

Now Garm howls loud | before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, | and the wolf run free
Much do I know, | and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.

From the east comes Hrym | with shield held high;
In giant-wrath | does the serpent writhe;
O'er the waves he twists, | and the tawny eagle
Gnaws corpses screaming; | Naglfar is loose.

O'er the sea from the north | there sails a ship
With the people of Hel, | at the helm stands Loki;
After the wolf | do wild men follow,
And with them the brother | of Byleist goes.

Surt fares from the south | with the scourge of branches,
The sun of the battle-gods | shone from his sword;
The crags are sundered, | the giant-women sink,
The dead throng Hel-way, | and heaven is cloven.

Now comes to Hlin | yet another hurt,
When Othin fares | to fight with the wolf,
And Beli's fair slayer | seeks out Surt,
For there must fall | the joy of Frigg.

Then comes Sigfather's | mighty son,
Vithar, to fight | with the foaming wolf;
In the giant's son | does he thrust his sword
Full to the heart: | his father is avenged.

Hither there comes | the son of Hlothyn,
The bright snake gapes | to heaven above;
[One? line destroyed by Christians]
Against the serpent | goes Othin's son.

In anger smites | the warder of earth,--
Forth from their homes | must all men flee;-
Nine paces fares | the son of Fjorgyn,
And, slain by the serpent, | fearless he sinks.

The sun turns black, | earth sinks in the sea,
The hot stars down | from heaven are whirled;
Fierce grows the steam | and the life-feeding flame,
Till fire leaps high | about heaven itself.

Now Garm howls loud | before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, | and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, | and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.

Now do I see | the earth anew
Rise all green | from the waves again;
The cataracts fall, | and the eagle flies,
And fish he catches | beneath the cliffs.

The gods in Ithavoll | meet together,
Of the terrible girdler | of earth they talk,
And the mighty past | they call to mind,
And the ancient runes | of the Ruler of Gods.

In wondrous beauty | once again
Shall the golden tables | stand mid the grass,
Which the gods had owned | in the days of old,
[One line? destroyed by Christians]

Then fields unsowed | bear ripened fruit,
All ills grow better, | and Baldr comes back;
Baldr and Hoth dwell | in Hropt's battle-hall,
And the mighty gods: | would you know yet more?

Then Hönir wins | the prophetic wand,
[One line? destroyed by Christians]
And the sons of the brothers | of Tveggi abide
In Vindheim now: | would you know yet more?

More fair than the sun, | a hall I see,
Roofed with gold, | on Gimle it stands;
There shall the righteous | rulers dwell,
And happiness ever | there shall they have.

There comes on high, | all power to hold,
A mighty lord, | all lands he rules.
[Two lines destroyed by Christians]

From below the dragon | dark comes forth,
Nithhogg flying | from Nithafjoll;
The bodies of men on | his wings he bears,
The serpent bright: | but now must I sink.

excerpt from Voluspo in the Poetic Edda

August 5th, 2006

What serendipity!!!

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

After some searching around the web, I came across some information that was absolutely fascinating:
Jacobson's Organ
On the role of the vomeronasal organ
Pheromone Research
Vestigial Organs

This information started a new train of thought that I will definitely be exploring in the weeks to come. One of the important points I gathered was that (besides the controversy over whether the VNO exists/is functional): pheromones may tend to act through the VNO in many species connecting it to the amygdala or the hypothalamus. Both of these have been credited with the control over rage, anger, and violence reactions in most of the species that utilize VNO functionality. Keeping in mind that pheromones have been implicated in many cases as the driving chemical messenger for these processes, it seems to be a safe assumption to make, that increase of population densities will result in increase of pheromone concentrations.

The famous experiments where rats have been kept in a cage until overpopulation turned them all into homosexual serial killers instantly came to mind. My point being that in such an excessive population density as is being orchestrated upon the world today by the diseases of multicultural slums and ghettos, it would not be inconceivable that the increased pheromonal concentrations of mixed-species/races will NECESSARILY increase a violent response from all creatures who have still remained in touch with their natural instincts. Whereas these will remain in check in species/races that have evolved into a higher state of self-discipline. In the lower races, however, the self-checking mechanism will be completely absent. This hypothesis is in direct agreement with the world situation as we see it around the world. In places where the racial mixing has reached proportions of overpopulated densities, violence and wars have consumed the lands. In more and more people with which I have come in contact, the silent rage building behind the scenes seem to continue to have no other explanation than the old cop-out of societal angst.

My explorations will take into consideration the naturalistic responses that would necessarily be inherent within specimens being forced into a state of perpetually being saturated with pheromones from distinct and foreign species. These will naturally cause an overabundance of violent "fight or flight" responses. The crux of the matter is that these responses would be automatic and subconscious so that a state of rage would continue to grow and would be controlled only so long as the ability of the various antagonistic species/races would allow them to 'keep their cool'. Is this mere oversight? Is this a conspiracy? Is this Nature's great plan, as a bloodthirsty Kali to revel in the bloodshed? One can indeed speculate. Hopefully I'll be able to report more of my findings here soon.

Love is the law, love under will.
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