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Category: SACRIFICE

11.11.1934-11.19.2017

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My friend, my brother Charles Milles Manson, is now free and in the world all around you. 
Unbroken. Unchained.
He left no possessions, nor his body, to anyone.
He knew how to die and I am beyond honoured to have known him, and to have been with him, during those final days of his “sentence”.
No anger. No malice. No regret…
Only the lonesome suffering of a tyranny of lies and judgment- marketed to entertain a dead mass who despise him- but he carried that stone almost half a century and transformed your ignorance, rejection and gullibility into a perfect crystal of a radiant and blinding light…
a hue you may never know.
But to those who know… You Know You Know.
– Black Wolf

You’re Family

“…Prison has always been my tomb. I love myself as I love my death as being alone with self the words I send you bore me and bring me from my death only to play in your illusion and bring down the Christian thought placing new value on life being death and death being life. Your world is not your world as you may think.
I owe it nothing. It owes me all, for this is what I gave and this is what I receive. For I am dead to your thinking. Dead to time, dead to death, seeing no death. The way out of my cell is not through the door.
I have hidden from your opinions and lived in your prison hell with death looking at me through the eyes of the dying. Life is death, death is life. Meanings are yours to place.
Now is and will be as it has always been, indestructible, indescribable. In your heart is a part of my life’s heart in death. Die.
Why ask about something that moves within your soul? Casting off fear is only to become one with self-death. Total negative becomes total positive and then you see that all your life you have lived with fear of death.”

The end of “Pseudoprofundity In Death”, by Charles Manson (1970)

Charles Manson Is In The World


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“Charles Manson is in the world.

Charles Manson is in the world.

Charles Manson is in the world.

In spite of what you think.

In spite of what you say.

In spite of what you do.

And in spite of what you pray…” CM

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Sitting There With That Monk

IMG_0716A conversation from 2011
Listen here – mp3

“I’ve been thinking about how dying, how dying wouldn’t really be dying, unless you didn’t wanna’ go there, ya’ know? *unless yer’ scared of it* I remember this old Indian, he just, he said he didn’t die he just went up into the hills and became everything. I kept thinking how stupid that would be- just go sit underneath the tree and just get up everyday and you know, forever, man. *well, that is what you believe too, right?* Yeh’, I really do. *that’s yer’ thoughts on death isn’t it?* Well, yeh’, I’ll tell ya’ what- that’s my experience… Because, man, I’ve been through some things! I was tripping on our visiting, ya’ dig? And how the different levels of life that we’ve existed on. And like I’ve been in a lot of high, high fear level situations, man, that were just, you know, beyond the movie trips. Movies, they try to create the reality of those situations, but a lot of times those situations happen so so fast that you don’t even know it till it’s over. But, actually it’s never really over because, like, you know like yer’ standing there and somebody pours a tumbler full of paint thinner on yer body and lights you on fire… And, man! You know, all yer’ systems go all the way open– Everything is full blast! And you go wow man, what a fuckin’ trip this is. And then you think, as it’s happening, ya’ know like, how you gonna’ get back and then you think, well I will deal with this. And then you just become it, ya’ deal with it, ya’ get in it- not trying to get away from it. Ya’ just kinda’ get IN it. And DEAL with it, ya’ dig? If yer’ trying to get away from it, it’s gonna’ chase you. But, if you don’t try to get away from it, you just kinda’ mold in there with it and get with it and you BECOME it- then you can deal with it and it becomes a blessing, man. It becomes a good feeling. It just becomes like the best high I ever had in my life! Was when my head was on fire. It was like ten tabs of acid, ya’ know what I’m saying? Some heavy mushrooms. I’ve never been that loaded- before, or since then. *so, that’s like the adrenaline of survival type of high, yeh’ that must have put ya’ on a whole other level, a whole different plane.* Well, I was sitting there with that monk. And the fire was going like this: |..::..| It was just bubbling by my ears, ya’ know. I tricked it. Here’s how I tricked it: They had me all bandaged up, right? And they wanted to unbandage it. I said, “No, leave it.” And they said, “What do you mean?” I said, “Leave it- let me deal with it.” And I thought this: If I move, it’ll scar. I can’t move. I gotta’ keep my face completely quiet. I can’t wrinkle it. I can’t scratch it. I can’t move it. So, I just stayed completely still. And I put all the concentration that I had in my, in my whole life- I just kept my face quiet. And I accepted it. As being gone. It was just completely gone. And I, I didn’t move it. I didn’t wrinkle or open my mouth. I didn’t eat. I didn’t do anything for about five days, man. And then when the guy finally did take the bandages off he took two steps backward, looked at it and said, “Wow man, you just had a facelift.” All my wrinkles were gone. All them crows feet I had at the end of my eyes were gone. All the wrinkles I had on my forehead. I was known for wrinkles on the forehead. I had ruts on my forehead. Yeh’,oh he got on me, he got me good, ya’ know. He solidly got me, man. Yeh’, the whole face. The beard and everything. And my hands. My hands got up in time. Had my hands not got up in time I would’ve been in big trouble. But I move real quick, man. I’m fast. Because I’ve been through so much, ya’ know, I started boxing when I was ten. I’ve always been right there in the field with it, ya’ know. Well, ya’ know what happens, man? When yer’ in prison and you don’t have no family you pick up everybody. Everybody becomes your brother- Everybody becomes your sister. That’s what the guy said, he said, “You’re one of the most forgiving persons I ever met.” I said, “Why?” He said, “Cuz’ you never judge people.” I said, “Man, when you raised up in prison you’re raised up with the worst of it.” And they’re all yer’ friends, man. How you gonna’ judge? Everybody’s got their own circumstances…”

The Watcher

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11.11.17. Honoring Charles Manson’s 83 years…
Craig Williams
, author of the recent “Entering The Desert”, contributed this “strangely channeled” piece of prose. Thank you, Craig.

“The Watchers

Are rare Souls which by choice or by karmic gravity incarnate on Earth via the Moons of Saturn to shift, dismantle, and destroy corrupted psychological / spiritual / social archetypes undergoing horrifying experiences in the process. Watchers appear demonic to the eyes blinded by secular malaise, spiritual ennui and terrestrial Control Systems.

    Within the Desert of the Soul wander Wolves and Ghouls, Scorpions and the aroma of death…..the Watcher cries ‘RECHTAW!’

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The Watcher

The eyes accustomed to the light of progress are unable to see the vast uncharted Hinterlands and its terrifying denizens…
The Alien Soul who refuses to be broken is branded demonic and cast aside….
Mani intoned: “I am a grateful hearer who was born in the land of Babylon. I was born in the land of Babylon and I am set up at the gate of the Truth. I am a singer, a hearer, who has come from the land of Babylon. I have come from the land of Babylon to send forth a call to the world.”
The silent eyes mirror the forbidden, the damned, the forgotten, the blasphemous, the murdered….
The sacred and the holy covered by red flesh and black bones….
A world desperate to ignore its Mother, unable to live within Her gaze…
A world desperate to destroy the Black Sun of a world immune to progress and profit…..

The feral howling of Her children will be reawakened upon the Sacred Death, the Watcher returns to the Void of Night, no longer able to contain Her fury….
Where will you be when this funeral pyre is lit? The time is not NOW………

Domesticated minds unravel when Her voice cries out at his last breath…..the time is not NOW…

The absence will signify the emptying of the world Soul, and the return of Her vengeful children who now hear His voice on the Air…Trees….Water…..Animals….
He is free to roam the NOW and ETERNAL…….the time is not NOW…
Abraxas, the sonorous voice of the Watcher calls!!! “Rehctaw!! Rehctaw!!! Rehctaw!!!”

His destiny is etched in red flesh and is NOW and ETERNAL…
The flow of time has no relation to the ETERNAL NOW….
The pace of progress on no hold to the ETERNAL………..
The chosen ones hear……..REHCTAW……….

(Art by Jef Whitehead from the soon to be released limited cassette tape, AKA Abraxas. An edition of 33 will include a wood WAR bead, handmade by Charles)
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Alternate Facts

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1.21.17. The Black Pirate

In responding to the decades long plague of “alternate facts” surrounding Charles, and the people associated with him, we decided to contact the media and have some recent photos of him (which were taken during a visit on Saturday, 1.21.17) published into the sewer of “news” in order to combat this latest trend of “exclusives” and rumors regarding Charles’ health, and supposed death (i.e.: this “final photo and confession” story- which appeared in the globe recently. As seen below).

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BUNKUM

We’ve got a man within that sewer (world) who represents us and distributes photos and content to “journalists” who work for corporations… In this instance the man acted as an intermediary between myself (and A.T.W.A.R.) and the media. There were several of these corps who were interested in running a story and using these latest photos of Charles… The photos of Charles were too powerful, too positive, and ran against what they WANT to be true, so many of them declined… Jamie Schram from the new york post wanted to publish something with the photos… Our man asked me some questions which Jamie had… “How’s his health?” “What’s the prognosis?” “When and why did Charlie dub you Black Wolf?” “How long have you known him?” Etc… But lastly, “Did Charlie have a message to send out?”

As answers, which would be embellished upon, I told our guy that Charles decided to eat a bit more healthy than in the past, choosing to eat a couple avocados with me… He wasn’t into eating chips and sweets this time as we have in the past… That I’ve known Charles in the physical realm for ten years, and that he dubbed me BW because I am in the shadows… and I also sent some words that Charles has shared with me recently over the past couple of weeks from the visit and telephone conversations…

Our guy passed along the answers to the post and they quickly published “Charles Manson looks scarier than ever after health scare” at 12:54 eastern, which was edited into “Charles Manson looks worse than ever after health scare” shortly thereafter. It’s the same old “facts” of fear regarding “Charles Manson”- using such go-to adjectives and terms as “evil”, “scary” with “demonic eyes”, “mass killer”… Schram also labeled me a “convert” and that I stood with my face out of view in the photo so I “cannot be identified”, which he fabricated from being told that I am “in the shadows”… Schram tweeked it, as we knew he would, into a shit style tabloid story. Just as he has always done in the past.

He omitted the “message” from Charles… which is included here with the photos as well as the new york post story… X-Haze (BW)

“The media aren’t telling the truth or reporting the truth, only what they want to happen. Don’t believe anything they have to say. They forget… They forgot that they lost the Vietnam War. They forgot that they lost the Korean War. They forgot everything they don’t want to remember. There’s no such thing as death. I’ve given everything to ATWA (Air Trees Water Animals)”

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1.21.17. The Head Dead Head

Flag Of The Dead Riders

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A True Daughter of The Confederacy looks proudly on at the statue of the Great General Nathan Bedford Forrest

Flag of the dead riders – all the soldiers of the world who died for God & life.

Soldiers of man sun – Death riders’ Flag of the dead has got nothing to do with race – The Dead soldier has got no mind’s eye in that kind of hate. The fear projected on the flag shows who’s the real fear and hate – that kind of old generations show the young clear whose troubles that’s projecting the real of that hate to make programs of fear control – That’s what’s making fear control.

You can’t program a dead soldier; they’ve got no fear and can’t die.

Mansun Soldiers Emperor of the dead ride on & on. Fear Controls and rules with money & sex – The Emperor of Death is the mass wars of the past. Millions of Death soldiers in the Emperor of the ONE WORLD ATWA have a flag now. Thank you, fear controllers. ATWAR gladly accepts what’s rejected and not wanted.

People who know, know the game’s played by fear pushers. Dead Riders & ATWAR has a fear of no Air – no Water. ‘Coming into the real, when it breaks into the real, it will have its own lightning and thunder.

People of color ‘been playing color – Air has got no color. Water & sky blue real, read this with your soul forever, Red White & Blue, Green & colors of ALL the flags of the world in ALL HONOR.

There was no honor in disrespecting the Dead Emperor’s flag – You have disrespected the dead with your racist games of fear play and it is on the way back.

That’s why you did – Divide & Conquer. That’s how you destroyed the USA.

It takes a long time to realize the NORTH SOUTH WAR was fought over money- King Cotton & control over the stock, land, & world – USA was a baby of 200 or 300 years old – a baby – other countries were 1500 to 5000 years old. USA is still a Red White & Blue child.

The North & South wars have been reflecting around the world – no war has ever ended – I command all the wars as my Dead Riders forever.

Emperor of Death

Charles Manson, July 2015