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Another Instructive Example


To add to our portfolio containing previous personal examples of just how the Order of Nine Angles – with its Labyrinthos Mythologicus, its elitism, its personal standards, and its arduous, individual, Seven Fold Way – differs from other contemporary Occult groups and from self-described modern ‘satanists’, we – who among other things are propagandists in the most literal and dramatic sense of the word – present here another contemporaneous example, culled from the Internet.

One of the differences between “us” and “them” is, as another person associating themselves with the ONA wrote, that those who are ONA value “objective and impersonal evaluation and respectful communication.”

The crux of this particular contemporaneous example is as follows.

A certain person – who once declared themselves to be ONA, and then declared they were ‘leaving’ the ONA – published a plethora of claims about Mr Myatt and about the ONA and which claims were responded to and rebutted by citing primary sources {1}. This person was asked to provide evidence from primary sources in support of their claims, which they failed to do. When this failure of theirs to provide such evidence was pointed out, the person proceeded – we presume in order to try and “save face” – to reduce the matter to one topic only, to wit that of Mr Myatt being Anton Long and of the name Myatt being on some old, typewritten MSS.

Let us call this person – for convenience and based on the fact that his blog is replete not only with Goetic, Magian-inspired, ‘demons’, but also (as we shall see) with logical fallacies and profanities – the Magian Mundane, or Miaman (phonetically: me-a-man) for short.

Here follow pertinent extracts from a post by the Miaman reducing the matter to one topic only, illustrative as these extracts are of what we, with some justification, describe as the Miaman type.

The Miaman wrote:

{quote} “I postulated that Anton Long was the name adopted by David Myatt.” {/quote}

Notice how, instead of simply stating that in his opinion Anton Long was the name adopted by David Myatt, the Miaman tries to make himself appear in a good light by stating ‘I postulated’, probably unaware of the fact that the term ‘postulate’ as well as meaning “a premise that forms part of or the basis of a discipline or theory,” also conveys the meaning “an unfounded or disputable unproved assumption; a hypothesis, a stipulation, an unproven theory.”

The Miaman wrote:

{quote} “The identification of Anton Long with one David Myatt is the consensus held by most individuals knowledgeable concerning the two.”{/quote}

In one short sentence the Miaman commits several logical fallacies – argumentum ad populum, “the consensus is” – and argumentum ad verecundiam, “knowledgeable individuals”, and the latter despite providing no evidence for who these individuals are, what their knowledge is, and what primary sources such knowledge derives from.

The Miaman wrote:

{quote} “David Myatt has come to renounce both the Order of the Nine Angles […] A person who knows Myatt in real life has informed me that he still leads a parochial temple.” {/quote}

These types of statements are typical of the Miaman type. Firstly, a personal opinion is stated as fact. Secondly, no evidence is provided in support of that opinion, in this instance a web-link to an article on Myatt’s blog or official website where he wrote that has “renounced the ONA.” Thirdly, the committal of the logical fallacy of argumentum ad verecundiam, which here is the statement that “someone who knows Myatt told me that…” with there yet again being no evidence provided (let alone evidence from primary sources) to support such a statement of personal knowing, such hearsay.

The Miaman wrote:

{quote} DarkLogos posited the autistic argument that these signatures should be considered meaningless and mysterious until they are forensically [profanity redacted] analyzed. {/quote}

Note here (i) the use of weasel words, “autistic argument”, and (ii) an unsupported claim by the Miaman that it was someone called DarkLogos who first mentioned forensics, based as that Miaman claim itself is on a another unsupported claim by the Miaman that Lianna is this DarkLogos person.

Note also that the Miaman fails yet again to address the central issue regarding ‘signatures’, which is that “a signature on some old ONA [typewritten] MSS proves nothing. Anyone could have affixed Myatt’s name on them at any time and until the original documents are made available and examined in a forensic way by a professional qualified to do so then it’s just speculation; just another rumor about Myatt.”

Thus, instead of answering relevant questions and instead of providing actual evidence for his many claims about Myatt and the ONA he, as Miamans are wont to do, resorted to argumentum ad hominem and profanities.

Which is why in the matter of his claim that Myatt is Long, the Miaman wrote:

{quote} “In response to this [request for evidence], I created a fake account and started shit-talking her […] I proceeded to post lewd and sexually degrading comments regarding Lianna’s interest in me [since] sexually degrading profanities are an apt mechanism.” {/quote}

The Miaman then proceeded to ban the individual in question from making further comments, thus ensuring that – at least on his blog – he “had the last word”.

In addition, it is illustrative how the Miaman tried to justify and excuse his Miaman actions, which actions are in this case the failure to provide evidence from primary sources for the many claims made, resorting to misogynist comments, resorting to argumentum ad hominem, using profanities, and committing the logical fallacies of argumentum ad verecundiam and ignoratio elenchi. Part of the excuse by the Miaman was:

{quote} “When debating an interlocutor of a pompous nature who considers herself to be lofty of intellect, sexually degrading profanities are an apt mechanism.” {/quote}

The excuse consists (i) of pejorative presumptions about the person – “pompous nature”, “considers herself to be” – and of (ii) unsupported assumptions, “when debating”, “an interlocutor”, and of (iii) “sexually degrading profanities” being, according to the Miaman, acceptable.

In truth, as the replies and posts by the Miaman reveal, there was no actual, rational debate and especially no intellectual debate about primary sources. In addition, someone asking for evidence for his many and various claims is an “interlocutor”, while those supportive of the Miaman are not; and with the use of anonymity to post “sexually degrading profanities” and make lewd remarks being, according to the Miaman type, acceptable.


As the published ONA portfolio of examples reveals {2} the ONA has an elitist approach which highlights the plebeian nature of Levey-type ‘satanism’ and of many self-professed modern LHP occultists. As someone ONA wrote:

{quote} “Some of the distinguishing features of plebs are (i) that their behaviour is unmannerly (characterized by a lack of civility) and (ii) their speech contains profanities, especially when they emote, and (iii) they are prone to displays of anger and aggression (characterized by a lack of self-control and/or by displays of egoism, the later usually deriving from the erroneously high opinion they have of themselves and of their abilities). Such plebeious people have plebeianized occultism and especially satanism, something evident whenever modern (and so-called post-modern) self-described satanists opine, via the medium of the internet or otherwise, about themselves, about satanism, about occultism, and about whatever else they have a plebeian opinion about.” {3} {/quote}

Thus, in the particular example considered here, those associating themselves with the ONA responded in a civil way to the many claims made and provided evidence from primary sources – such as from medieval alchemical texts {1} – while the Miaman simply repeated the many accusations about the ONA and about Myatt (the fallacy of argumentum ad nauseam), then made other accusations (ignoratio elenchi), then attempted to reduce the topic to one particular matter, then indulged in profanities and lewdness, then committed the fallacies of argumentum ad hominem, argumentum ad populum, and argumentum ad verecundiam.

Three Wyrd Sisters,
June 2017


{1} The claims and their rebuttal are here:

{2} The portfolio includes the example given in {1} as well as the following, selected from the many other examples available:

(b) Documenting Pretentiousness In Internet Occultism and Documenting Plebeian Physis In Modern Occultism in

{3} The quotation is from the article Satanism Plebeianized, published in the 2015 compilation The Joy Of The Sinister, available at



Long Live Death!
By Peter Georgacarakos

Among the European pantheons, there are two fairly well known mythological tales of destruction and renewal. In the Norse myth of Ragnarök, a conflict ensues between the “light” and “dark’ gods. All is destroyed, including the gods on both sides, and Baldur, the Son of Odin, re-emerges to lead in the rebuilding of a new world. There is also the Greek myth of the Phoenix, a great bird which lives for a certain period of time, then builds its own funeral pyre and flaps its wings to ignite the flames. With its great wings, the Phoenix purposefully fans the fires of its own destruction. When the fire has burned out, a new Phoenix, mightier than the old, emerges from the ashes.

It seems the biggest difference in these similar myths is the agent of destruction. Baldur is slain, essentially, by the trickster god Loki, while the Phoenix destroys itself. Ragnarök can be seen to represent the workings of polarized forces in the eternal cycle of life-death-renewal. This cycle governs civilizations. The Phoenix, however, with its lack of interacting forces, seems to encompass the self-generation of the forces of life-death-renewal in ourselves. These are the forces of self-overcoming.

This aspect of life is very important to our movement. Self-overcoming is a painful yet necessary experience. We have all endured many trying events in our lives – lost love, lost lives, failure, even the transition from childhood to adolescence, and adolescence to adulthood. These are everyday human manifestations of the rise of the Phoenix – in each endeavor, part of us is lost, yet we emerge stronger than before. The greatest significance of the Phoenix is that its life-death-renewal process is eternal, and therefore its greatness infinite.

What does the Phoenix represent to us now, as members of a revolutionary movement? If we take an honest moment to consider the movement, we will recognize many “Phoenixes” which plainly refuse to overcome, to build the funeral pyre of their unsuccessful paths, their once good but now stale stances, their outdated regalia. The flames of that fire are indeed difficult to bear, especially when they consume, by our own will, the work of years, sometimes of a lifetime. Yet the Phoenix, true to its cause, dutifully builds its pyre, ignites the flame, and fans the fire of self-destruction with an eye to the future – to the re-emergence of something more noble than what is lost. The newborn greatness is worth the painful fire. When this natural process is forsaken, stagnation and decay settle in. We see this in our society; we must now see this in our movement.

It seems obvious that when the duty to carry on the eternal saga of the Phoenix is disregarded, the destruction necessary to allow the renewal process to continue will come eventually, via Ragnarök, and inevitable destruction from without.

How many of us have looked forward with eager eyes for the advent of Ragnarök, while we did not even deal adequately with the cycles of our own existence? Can one who refuses to accept the fires of his own self-overcoming, due to vanity or weakness, really hope to survive the destructive fires of an entire civilization?

Many pagans have known and taught the significance of Ragnarök for a long time. It is now time to fully understand the numinous meaning of the Phoenix. How can we demand that civilizations in decay must be destroyed in order that a new, brighter civilization may arise, when we do not adhere to the same cyclical necessities in the lives of men, and of the movement as an organism? The barbarians who crash the gates of the city thereafter crash our front doors!

Mythology, it has been said, is something that never was, but always is. Let us heed the wise messages of our great progenitors. We will never forget the majesty of the Acropolis, the enchantment of Homer, the wisdom of Socrates, or the might of the Spartan warrior. Let us likewise never forget the fires of the Phoenix.

There is much that is new in our movement, much that is fresh and invigorating. Why does the old, stagnant, proven-ineffective, stand beside it—crowd it—like a vulture beside the shining new Phoenix? We must collectively contemplate our philosophies, our thoughts, our actions, and ensure that each is not fit to be hurled upon the funeral pyre. If we see things that are, let us build the pyre with perseverance and a sense of duty, never forgetting that new heights shall be reached when the fires have died. Let us be willing to sacrifice parts of ourselves, even parts we have come to love and admire, so that greatness, and not custom, carries the torch of the moment.

Only thus can we, as a movement, continue to evolve as our environment evolves, and play a principal role in the events of the future. The many temporary deaths we will suffer as the fires of the Phoenix are ablaze are nothing compared to the eternal death, with no possible re-emergence, that our people win suffer if we are not always new, always strong, always prepared to defend

Workings With The Spheres


Important notice(s): For the description required for the meditation of each tarot attributions, see the MSS entitled: ‘The Sinister Tarot’ in Naos, page 217. It is also important to note that these visualizations are very personal. Sometimes I would go about them conceptually, some other times I would use my imagination or keep the imagery as it is and try to feel as much as possible like I was there.

The Moon:

Richard Moult Attributions: Shugara – The Moon (18), Deofel – Nocturnus (15), Death – Nythra (13).

Tarot Attributions: The Moon (18), Lucifer (15), Death (13).

The Moon (unconscious): I was walking in the desert, the sandy wind viciously whipping my face and my naked feet, burning like two torches, climbing dunes. Then, amidst all the harshness of the elements, I saw them, the two towers, barely standing. Alone like two abandoned twins, surrounded by a distant layer of mountains. Still, a sight of hope in such a deserted panorama. I hurried and walked as fast as I could and was greeted by a falling piece of rock that had detached itself from one of the towers. Trampled by the sun and the heat, I walked Inside the tower that lied on the right and was greeted by a dark being with a yellowish gaze. He spoke in a language that only my heart could understand, not my mind but the message remained clear. He wanted me to get out of this sacred nexion, reserved only to some lost gods. Walking back outside, I decided to hide between the two towers, were the temperature was more merciful. It is there that I stumbled upon a book, surprisingly well preserved. Some bones were still surfacing from the sands. Without hesitation, I opened the book and was enlightened by an ancient knowledge which revealed to me how to deal with the guardians of the towers. Going back Inside with confidence, I was bitterly scorned by the dark, formless demon. Opening the book once, more, a halo of light surfaced and slithered into the Pocket of my rags. There some item had magically appeared which I got out and pointed toward the guardian. It was a Crystal quartz tetrahedron, acting as a prism, distilling light everywhere in the tower, banishing away the demon to some other realm. Liberated from this dark omen, I managed to go up some stairs and reach the summit of the tower. Atop this tower, I started vibrating ‘Nox’ and visualize a horned beast, coming forth from a trapezoidal star gate. The desert itself seemed to roar, shattering the dream which then threw me into the next visualization.

Lucifer (Ego): The entangled lovers are kissing and having a sexual Relationship in a beautiful landscape. There, a naked man is walking with chains and fire, circling around the couple in the field. At some point, he meets up with an old man, carrying an animal horn. Without exchanging a word, the Young man seize the horn and draw an inverted pentagram in the earth. He then moves his hands esoterically and the fire around his left hand bursts far into the forest close by, spreading into every trees. As this happens, the old man starts melting, his essence returning to Gaia. The lovers atop the hill rise up nervously, gazing at the devastation that happens in front of them. They then rise their hands and join them together, starting to vibrate some ancestral tones. The clouds suddenly becomes darker and a violent rain descends upon the forest, Healing the trees from their aggressor. This accomplished, the couple leave the area and the Young man is nowhere to be found but where he stood lies the frontal part of a skull, upside down. In there, a flower is preserved by some dirt and a butterfly comes flying to attach itself to it.

Death (Self): One of the skulls, piled on that far away cliff, rolls down, falling into a small river stream that from such heights, look like a serpent. Emerging from the water, voices can be heard. A tall and gorgeous woman is standing on a rock with her bow in her hands, holding the wood excessively hard as if she was enervated. Her face is painted with distress. A dwarf, sitting on a tree trunk nearby is cleaning his bloodied knife while looking at the ground in shame. In the horizon, a forest is burning and screams are sometimes brought by the wind. A war must be happening not so far away. The tall blond woman seize one of her numerous arrows and starts aiming with the bow, a tear flowing down her cheek. Something then happens, as if all the energies held in the location are animating themselves around the lady. The dwarf looks at her, be it barely as if he knew she was about to sacrifice something important. Them, the shot is fired with such divine speed that it extinguish the fires in a single breeze and seems to pierce the cosmos. Would she be Artemis, the goddess of the hunt?


Richard Moult Attributions: Physis – Ga Wath Am (0), Change – Nekalah (8), War – Abatu (16).

Tarot Attributions: The Fool (0), Change (8), The Tower (16).

The Fool (Unconscious): A young man is standing at the summit of a cliff. A strong wind rises and a dog is eating voraciously his feet which does not seem to bother the ‘Balobian’. When a butterfly touches his flute, he starts playing smoothly, sending the insect flying high in the skies. The more he plays, the more the stars seems to glitter in the twilight. The moon, which is a crescent, also seems to glitter more intensively. Hours later, the young man is half eaten by the dog but keeps on playing until his soul leaves him and starts flying with the butterfly. At some point, his shade and the butterfly seem to collide together and become as one. Their unification creates a vivid light which rises up in the cosmos, ultimately disappearing forever.

Change (Ego): A woman is playing with the star game on the boundaries of dualism. There is an emphasis on the ‘Mira’ board which has yet to be understood. Pieces are falling here and there on the dual planes, creating various different things such as butterflies but also trees and moons that start rotating around this odd realm. A feeling of godhood manifest itself as if the star game has the power to alter anything that lies in the subconscious. There was no specific ending to this meditation.

The Tower (Self): The top of the tower is struck by lightning, throwing a man down into oblivion. A woman is standing at the gates, knocking violently at the door as if she must enter into ‘something’. This made me feel like the masculous nature has to be overthrown and the muliebral virtues should be integrated more often in our ‘castle’. The more the woman knocks on the doors, the more the lightning strikes the castle and makes it crumble. Perhaps into future aeons, the castles of man will be forded down by the temperance of women and a new ethos shall be born.


Richard Moult attributions: The Lovers – Karu Samsu (6),  Hel – Aosoth (14), The Star-  Nemicu (17)

Tarot Attributions: The Lovers (6), Hel (14), The Star (17)

The Lovers (Unconscious): The lovers are entwined in the circle and have make love. They are bathed in a mixture of light. Half of it is the moon and the other half, the fire nearby. The snake start circling the stone as if a new process is about to take form. The two lovers, after their culmination, decide to expand their love beyond the causal. The young man grabs the sword and the wand and the woman, the cup and the pentagram. They then embrace and fall into the fire and burn to ashes, joining together as spirit in space and then in the acausal. The whole forest becomes alive as if it feels their causal departure.

Hel (Ego): The bird of prey sings and then lands on a tree, looking at this strange white-robed woman who throws colored facets in the river stream. She then walks to floating head and take it in her hands. She removes the two eyes off the head. One she keeps for herself and the other one, she feeds the bird of prey with it. After this little ritual, she feels as if she is now both in and out of her own self. as if the bird ingesting the eye can now see certain things for her. After that, she descends into the river and drown herself. Her body slowly decays with time.

The Star (Self): A peaceful and magnificent moment. The situation remains as it is but everything feels connected and animated. The septagon is shining brightly in the sky, the water is pouring in the river softly, the branches are transported left and right by the wind and the woman depicted is without emotions. As if she is part of nature itself.


Richard Moult attributions: Azoth – Satanas (7),  Opfer – Vindex (12), The Master – Atazoth (5).

Tarot Attributions: Azoth (7), The Hanged Man (12), The Master (5)

Azoth (Unconscious): The man and his wolf are watching the woman approaching with incense. The man kneels and drops his weapons to the ground, removing his animalistic clothes. The dark portals opens and distant lights seems to glitter. The green dragon, which was circling the skies, goes flying into the portal, creating an enormous explosion of crimson energies. The white robed woman starts reciting incantations toward the portal, as if channeling the Dark Gods out of it. The soil also becomes red and the man turns into a beast.

Opfer (Ego): The man is hanged to the Oak and the serpent way below, slither on the ground and starts circling around the tree. Some ominous things starts to happen in the forest. Raven come and annoy the hanged man which is still bleeding from one of his eyes and the more he get pecked at, the more spheres drops from his leather purse. At some point, the spheres seem to dive into the ground, like seeds. After they have disappeared for a moment, undead creatures start to raise from the dirt and the serpent goes away along with the ravens. The hanged man knows he is doomed.

The Master (Self): The robed man is looking at the two lovers inside the giant tetrahedron. An assembly of zealots is chanting nearby. all of them are cloaked and in total immobility, watching the two lovers having a passionate exchange. The chants become so powerful that through an arch, which stands nearby, a lightning spreads through the room and goes hitting the tetrahedron. The giant crystal explodes in millions of particles and the lovers inside are like absorbed in light. When all the smokes dissipates, an androgynous being with a third eye shows himself floating about the ground. His skin is pale and his eyes are blue and large.


Richard Moult attributions: The Magickian – Binan Ath (1), Lord of Earth – Kthunae (4), The Hermit – Sauroctonos (9).

Tarot Attributions: The Magickian (1), Lord of Earth (4), The Hermit (9)

The Magickian (Unconscious): The constellations are shining bright in the sky. There is an artificial feel to the landscape, something otherworldly. Everything is static and hardly moves but the tetrahedron is glimmering and the flower petals are falling from the altar in a dark ether. The wand is so perfect in its form that I feel a deep satisfaction, I am able to feel the texture of the wood on my fingers, as if I was the adept himself. Then a portal seems to open in the stars and everything seems to shuffle and transcend time in the glimpse of an eye.

Lord of Earth (Ego): Interestingly, my first thoughts were about the magnificent Greek text Ajax, which was written by Sophocle. Primarily the scene where he dies by his own hands in a landscape, away from the rest of the army. Nothing especially remarkable happened during this apart from some sensations. I felt overwhelmingly present and powerful but the scene remained the same and I did not feel the need to elaborate.

The Hermit (Self): Again, I did not feel inclined to channel any activity other than immerse myself in the sensations. I could feel the snow piercing through the leather clothes and my hands holding tight the used wooden staff. The cold wind is blowing violently and my hair are covered in snowflakes. Even though the temperature is deadly, a white wolf is asleep at my feet and the crystal in my hand is glowing, as if I am absorbing all nature’s trouble through it.


Richard Moult attributions: Desire – Lidagon (11), Mistress of Earth – Davcina (3), High Priestess – Mactoron (2).

Tarot Attributions: Desire (11), Mistress of Earth (3), The High Priestess (2)

Desire (Unconscious): Probably my favorite visualization of all. There is such an abundance of sensations when this meditation is performed correctly: The skin and the mane of the lion which is touched by the woman, the colored horizon which I imagined to be a sunrise in Egypt. There is also the droplets from the chalice which creates flowers and the reddish landscape all around. I could not help but to think about Baphomet – Mother Earth and how there is a cycle in things, a cosmic renewal. Those lands are sulfurous, barren and yet, this Rounwytha is spawning flowers from the water in the cup. She also managed to tame the lion, tame adversity which is a beautifully symbolic

Mistress of Earth (Eg0): Many thoughts about impartiality of nature, of how physis is beyond denotatum and that human beings, with their laws and creations cannot comprehend the cosmic mechanism which are imbued in nature. There is something beautifully ‘mingled’ about this visualization, as if both the sinister and the numinous come together perfectly in an alchemical way. Everything is permeated with both anguish and relief at the same time. All of this could be interpreted in a very dualistic fashion if desired but I do not believe this is what should be understood from this meditation.

High Priestess (Self): My attention was directed lengthily on the beauty of the priestess and her Hecatean tiara, of how she was sited and how the rocks must be rough on her knees and skin. Interestingly, when I was at the Cistercian monastery, I felt the presence of Mactoron and went in the forest to perform a dark pathway with my crystal tetrahedron. The whole environment along with the bells of the monastery and the chants of the monk felt very appropriate and I inwardly felt that Mactoron was a very mystical emanation, associated with colors such as purple and teal. I also felt it was a very benevolent and serene energy which was contrasting with other dark gods such as Shugara or Kthunae. The purple light emanating from the cavern made me think about all those moments at the monastery and I felt this benevolence and serenity once more.


Richard Moult attributions: Wyrd – Azanigin (10), The Sun – Velpecula (19), Aeon – Naos (20),

Tarot Attributions: Wyrd (10), The Sun (19), The Aeon (20)

Wyrd (Unconscious): I thought for a long while to the alchemical tree that Newton provided in his research. The one with the seven plus one branches that represent the acausal. I remembered that only by attaining a non-dualistic perspective can one discover Lapis Philosophicus. All the symbolism in this meditation seemed crystal clear to me. The Crystal Quartz Tetrahedron is the channeling factor of this acausal energy. The coiled serpent is the spiral, the cyclic nature of the cosmos and how everything is redistributed constantly. The glowing spheres thrown into water are a microcosmic mirror of the seven spheres that are floating as cosmic effluviums in the skies above us. There are three woman as to represent the alchemical Tria Prima, just like Hecate is a complete and non-dualistic manifestation. Personal wyrd is the offspring of all these things combined and this, in itself, is numinosity.

The Sun (Spirit): The Nine stones started to shine, while the robed figures dances nearby and then they started colliding together magically, forming a symbol similar to the nine angles sigil. The more the ritual grew in intensity, the more the figure in the mountains seemed to be absorbed by the sun which was also more intense every second. The visualization was so powerful that I started sweating, a cold sweat while picturing this Imp, watching the scene in the darkness. Then, the hooded figures transformed into sand and a sudden, strong wind started to blow. The Imp crawled back in the underworld.

The Aeon (Self): Changes and chaos are what I felt here. Everything was re-shaping itself around the two practitioners playing. The moon, the stars along with the burning city and the desolated ruins gave more to some otherworldly manifestations. Everything is in mutation but the two players remain serene and concentrated as if they knew all those changes they brought forward were inevitable. Or perhaps are they one being now, an androgynous and perfected evolutionary creature that is biologically beyond denotatum. The union of the muliebral and the masculous.

-Beldam, 128 yf