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Category: TRUTH

…Ultimate End…

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“There is no way to get away, except, if we all get away together. We can all get away from it together, but the way to get away from it is, we’ve got to replace it with something brand new. So as we run from our problems, we don’t go to war with ourselves, we war against what’s already at war with us. So we transgress against no one who’s not transgressing against us, and we love everyone that loves us. Those who play and prey upon us as if we were the prey, and they were the predator, will find that that the ultimate end is that everything turns around, and all those who have played the prey are now the predators. And all you big bad motherfuckers out there, who think you’ve got over and got away with something – the only thing you got away with is your own destruction. Because it’s right behind you in all shapes and forms. Because in righteousness, there is a divine, and in righteousness, that person that you think has been following you, is God. He follows you all. God, not in the shape and form as a religion, or propaganda, or programming by some Jew’s media, but the righteous of all that is real within the soul of all you can feel. And your observation is the most powerful thing you’ve got. So the suggestion is from the devil himself, you use your powers of observation, and begin to look around you and find out just exactly… where your socks are, haha, and who’s got your shoes, and which way you’re gonna be going from now on. And it’s not what NBC and CBS and ABC is telling you. You better get to looking at your rainforests. Better get to looking at your subjugators. Subjugators, that’s you, we’re talking to you, wake up subjugators. We know you’re not alligators, cause you don’t have teeth, hahaha you lost your teeth…”

Charles Manson- 2010

Your Word is your Bond is your Bond is your Life

119 days after Charles Manson passed we attended the services that Jason Freeman had set up after his victory in court for Charles’ remains. Three of us were shocked to find that what we had heard prior was true when we identified Charles’ body on the evening of 3.16. Charles’ body had been embalmed before we arrived. Just as shocking was the news that Jason was to hold an open casket viewing as part of the services, which would be held the next day, 3.17.
We were assured repeatedly that NO FOOTAGE OF CHARLES’ BODY WOULD BE INCLUDED in whatever the finished product would be of the film production crew that was already there. We were told they were to film Jason, and his reaction, upon seeing his grandfather for the first time.
(Months prior Jason and I spoke and I conveyed to him that it was paramount that no filming of Charles’ body could be permitted. I recall him saying, “I just puked in my own mouth”. I didn’t understand what he meant exactly until he explained that the thought of something like that made him sick.)
Jason was very loose with us and I sensed this was a form of placation, knowing that we were displeased with the choice to embalm and hold a viewing of the body.
Had I known going into the building that day how loose Jason would be with Charles’ close friends (inner circle) I would have insisted he not let a few people attend who we encountered in the parking lot. They had no place there whatsoever…
I was with some of the very few people whom I personally love. We weren’t “saying goodbye” to a deceased loved one, we had already done that in our own ways, months prior. We were a body of friends, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters who were there to honor the life of a man we knew! A man we took care of and loved.
Charles was not there. He had already flown from this flimsy shell months prior. His body remained only. Flesh and Bone.
It seemed our duty to avoid the blasphemy of the many who were in the presence of even this mans mortal shell.
This proved a trying experience which had to be endured with a facade put on in order to achieve what we set out to do.
Together we lifted Charles’ body out of the casket and into the wood box which we wheeled into the cremation room. We said prayers and beat drums and deposited Charles’ body into the fire.
In the same room, while the body burned, we played guitar and sang songs. No beach boys or guns and roses, as was reported by rolling stone magazine. This was not filmed and it was beautiful.
We hung around outside the cremation room, sharing memories of Charles on the grass while waiting for the final part of the services Jason had set up, the ash spreading ceremony. A procession of vehicles traveled to the site and there we spread Charles’ ashes. Jason gave me an urn of ashes and bone.
(Within a matter of weeks someone else who was irresponsibly given some ashes to would end up selling them to a murderabilia collector, who then gave the story to some base media outlet.)
We set out to righteously eclipse something that would be exploitative with light and love, dignity and truth. It was all we could do.
I have now seen a “trailer” of the film and it is as I thought it would be, replete with images of Charles’ body… and to blur them out would not redeem anything at all. I was sure to warn Jason, and others, that there would be cosmic repercussions if he did not keep his word in regard to using any images of Charles’ corpse…

-Black Wolf-
A.T.W.A.R.

 

LIE

This image of Charles Manson’s corpse was filmed by a My Entertainment film crew with the permission of Jason Freeman. Jason promised all of Charles’ friends in attendance that no footage of Charles’ body would be released in any way. This screenshot is from the trailer for the documentary distributed by the production company.

In Total Majesty

An old photo taken 7 years ago, on this day, 5.15.11. And a piece from an early call with Charles, on 11.25.07.

“Imagine this if you will… You know when they sell tobacco?
How they’ll say, here i have a lot, uh seventy-three, da-da doo,
with the prime, woop woop… what’s my bid? And someone will say, twenty-nine. and they say, twenty-nine I have twenty-nine, twenty-nine. Twenty-nine goin’ once. Twenty-nine twice. Do I have twenty-nine? I have thirty, I have thirty! Do I have thirty-five, that’s thirty-five.
Do you see what I’m saying?
Imagine that in yer’ mind. Ok, then imagine this.
Alright, step right up ladies and gentlemen, I have a freak of the nature.
She walks and talks and crawls on her belly like a reptile! For $1.99 you can see-
do do do do, and ra ra ra. Imagine that. You got that?
Now imagine a guy standing on a mountain…
And he’s yelling- at the top of his voice… In total majesty…
Have you ever experienced that? Alright, he’s yelling out all the animals
and bugs and bushes and birds that are becoming extinct… Right now.
The booly booly bush is no longer in existence. The dooey dooey bug is gone, forever. The ramashama fish is forever bla bla, and it doesn’t exist anymore.
The glu glee glacks from the doo dams of the mo baps a roo roo roo rah, are over.
And he’s yelling at the top of his voice…
As fast as he can yell.
He’s telling you all the things that are dying on the planet right now. You dig?“

#CharlesManson
#ATWA ǂ #ATWAR
#apokryphos
#archives

3.17.18… Ash and Bone

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3.17.18.

Charles Milles Manson’s body was put to fire at 13:23 hours of 3.17.18.
119 days after Charles left the body lying in chains on a hospital bed in Bakersfield on 11.19.17. a service was held in which a viewing was part of the cremation/funeral service in Porterville, CA.
Charles’ body lying in a coffin looked like a pharaohs or a monks or a Confederate Generals body.
While Charles’ body burned the Inner Sanctum said prayers, played music and sang songs with our (R) coming generations. There is no such thing as death and the cult is alive, All The Way Alive –
In The Air, The Trees, The Water and The Animals Charles’ body’s ashes were spread in the Sierras, where the equinox had already painted the landscape with greens of grass, nettle and poison oak, purples of lupine and datura, oranges of poppy and monkey flower…red soil, stone, and sun, grey boulders and clouds, brown oak and water…
The sky was stormy and as soon as the ceremonial ash spreading began the wind kicked up, cold, and the sky darkened. Grey, ashen faces…
(((ǂ)))
Into the black night the procession of vehicles departed… And the rain fell.

*The shallow unworthy cess cult of celebrity can’t take anything away from the experience this circle shared other than showing the world Charles’ beauty, even in Death, by infiltrating trusting hands and making a few bucks for being pieces of shit… however the leaked photo doesn’t show the medals that were placed on Charles’ chest or the lock of Reds hair or the knife, the rings, the eagle and owl feathers…
#IIIAAAOOO!
#CharlesManson #ATWA ǂ #ATWAR
#selfknows #loveneverdies

Year One, FC

Year One, FC
The first year Manson won’t be breathing our same air since 1934- And the level of deterioration of the human (mind|psyche) in Manson’s lifetime is fucking staggering. Entropy…-
into a total technologically disfigured society of mere caricatures of a species. Some call this progress, and a “good” thing. The past decade has increasingly enslaved us all with the advent of the “smartphone”- “freedom” in the palm of our hand. The cost of this illusion is our Numen, our True Nature.
(“How much will you give up for the lives of your children’s children, which is yourself? How much are people willing to give up for Air, Earth, Water, Animals, and the coming generations?” -Red)
Let us Recognize this and widen the margin between our utilitarian use of technology and addictive behavior in 2018… (tool vs. ego) Look at the end, and begin again. Lets get back to our gardens. Let’s get back to our bicycles, our horses. Get real or get dead. Wake up to the War that is going on all around you. Some take pictures of themselves and some set themselves on fire in order to shine a light on the reality of what we see before us. The sleepers must awaken! Don’t let your selves be bought and sold into the mud of complacency. Honor the sacrifices made by those who have come before you. Honor them by the Life that you live. The Revolution, back to Zero, is ongoing…

BW | WW
A.T.W.A.R.

(Dead Rider | Martyr Badges | Ltd to 83 sets of silver and gold- Live at 1:11 pst)

 

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)