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.




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)


While visiting Charles in November of 2011 he asked me if he’d ever told me “The Hundred Dollar Bill Story” before.
The visit was behind the glass due to Charles serving a 12 month SHU sentence for possession of a hobby tool (dangerous weapon) which most inmates “fabricate”.
I will paraphrase from handwritten notes:
A guys staying a hotel and he leaves a $100 bill with the clerk at the front desk,
“hold this for me, and I’ll pick it up from you tomorrow.”

So the desk clerk puts it in the safe. He then gets visited by a guy he owes money to.
He gets the $100 bill out of the safe and gives it to him.

That guy owes fees to his lawyer, so he gives the $100 bill to the lawyer. The lawyer goes down to the shoe store and gives the shoemaker the $100 bill for some nice new shoes. The shoemakers kid needs clothes and supplies for school so he gives the $100 bill to the cashier at the store down the street. The owner of the store then deposits it into the bank that evening.
A lady withdraws the $100 bill the next morning and checks in at the hotel with it. The front desk clerk puts the $100 bill back into the safe.
The dude who left the $100 bill with the front desk clerk comes down in the morning and checks out. The clerk opens up the safe and gives the man the $100 bill.
“Sure am glad ya’ held it for me.”
“Of course, sir.”
The guy holds it up to the clerks face and rips it up.
“It’s counterfeit.”

Then Charles says to me,
“Who lost money?”

It’s ALL a game and its ALL counterfeit.