AIR | TREES | WATER | ANIMALS |

REV.O.LU.TION: “a moving in a circular or curving course, as about a central point.” One to A.T.W.A. | Earth to Sun.

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)

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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#CharlesManson

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#ATWA ǂ #ATWAR

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#nosuchthingasdeath

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#AlwaysHere

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#Soul #Free

#nowwetakehearstcastle

#munivitmendacium

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

CM 1992

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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Human Rights For Charles Manson

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Show your support, and encourage others to do the same, for a man who was born during the great depression 83 years ago, in the year 1934 when the average yearly income was $1500! This man has lived a long time, and through many things. He is a man of honor and deserves to be treated with dignity.
It doesn’t matter what you think Charles Manson did, he did not murder any of the victims he was convicted of murdering. This is known to be completely factual, although most of the time he is mentioned in the media he is labeled as a murderer or a serial killer.
All of the bogus “controlled others to kill for him” rhetoric is complete fabrication by a politically ambitious (i.e: corrupt) lawyer who perverted and skewed the code of the outlaw.
He turned an outlaw order into a cult and the person the order saw the most wisdom and leadership in he called the leader.
Through coercion, interrogation and threats the d.a. got testimony from co-defendants who broke and got deals.
Don’t trip that you will be put on a “list” if you sign this petition. We are all already on a list. Therefore we are the list.

https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-for-charles-manson

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/353/997/142/human-rights-for-charles-manson/