Illuminists… WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?!?!

Don’t kid yourselves. We are an army and armies fight wars. We fight a war on all fronts. Body and mind. Guts and soul. Fists and intellect. Metal and ether. Are you truly ready for what is to come? Did the French revolutionaries go too far with the Terror, or did they not go far enough? Robespierre couldn’t have had enough red ink to see the job through to the end before he was painting the National Razor with his own shade of red. What is your shade? God wouldn’t have made heads spherical if they weren’t meant to roll.

Do you have the will to bleed for the Illuminist banner? Spill the blood of our enemies or see to it that they draw every ounce of your own. We are at the dawn of our downfall. Or is it the dusk preceding the dawn of our rise? The Seer of Wars said, “There is nothing more fatal than the relentless loss of will and resolve in a society. When a people becomes weak-willed, it’s certain to be conquered by a stronger-willed people. That’s the law of life. Therefore, the real problem is how to reinvigorate a people, to give them the same strength of will as their ancestors, the great pioneers, explorers, builders and conquerors… Humanity’s glory hasn’t reached its end. It has only just begun.”  Challenge accepted or what?! If you came here merely to pick the meat off the bones of our demise then fuck off, you are no warrior. You are a vampiric blood sucker. No blood spiller. No soldier.

Hockney’s ideas have attracted many blood suckers over the years and few blood spillers. That’s no fault of his Great Work. It’s a fault of our will, or lack thereof. Our enemy has it. It’s their company versus our platoon. It’s one hundred and forty-four versus thirty-six. Objectively, it’s always 144 > 36. However, it’s the subjective nature of will that gives credence to “little eats big”. And feast we shall. What we lack in objective number we make up for in subjective will. Know that in this Great War we will always be outnumbered. Always outnumbered, never outgunned. Not with Reason on our side. Not with Will as our side arm.

Right now, right is greater than left in will and resolve. It’s time to flip that inequality. The Seer of Wars said, “Choose your destiny. Choose the light or the dark. The path to divinity, the path of light, stands on the left. The path to hell and damnation, the path of darkness, stands on the right. Right wingers are devils and demons sent to prey on us. Our solemn and sacred task is to defeat them once and forever. This is the gospel of the Illuminati.”

We are the Blood Spillers. We have enemies both within and without. We always will. It’s been over a year and Corey Rebhahn gimps along like business as usual. If we can’t take down the effeminate bitch bourgeois son of a cop Morgue Official, then how do we expect to take on the OWO? Get your war paint on. This traitor wiped his ass with our banner and is getting away with it. Pressure from one hundred people might see results. Pressure from ten is like spitting on a brick wall and expecting it to fall over. From the very outset of this campaign, Rebhahn and Bitchell have banked on the fact that we’d get bored and move on. You can’t tell me those gimps are going to outlast us? Three people didn’t get SWATTED. We all did. Then our SWATTERS burned humanity’s greatest treasure and what did we do? Write a letter and go back to work? BUCK UP!! This isn’t someone else’s mess to clean up. It’s ours. Whether we like it or not. Such is the nature of war.

The Seer of Wars said, “They don’t see it coming. They don’t feel it. They are rotting from the inside yet they don’t know it. Did the citizens of the Roman Empire know how near the end was in the final decades of the Empire? Could they smell the rot? Look at the West today. Are its best years ahead of it, or is it heading for inevitable collapse and death? The signs aren’t good. The West feels like Rome in its dying years. Hail, Caesar, those who are about to die salute you.”

We are the best years ahead of the West… in potential. Our actualization has come up against the immanent and inevitable collapse and death not just inherent in the West but prominent and unfolding as we speak. It’s like the West’s will to suicide outweighs our will to survive. Why is that? We hold the secrets to existence in our back pockets. Do you think that gives us a pass to step aside and let our home burn to the ground while we rejoice at having the formula to everlasting life and longevity and fuck everyone else? These answers are a privilege that come with hard work, sacrifice, and honour… for the Collective. Never forget that. The moment you stumbled upon the Pythagorean Illuminati’s answer to existence is the moment you stumbled upon your own sacrifice. Own that or own nothing at all. Sell your soul to the Devil and take your place in line at the fields of Asphodel. Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell. This Cause demands an army. This army demands soldiers. 

Hail, Hockney, those who are about to die understand you.