Abyssal - The Cornucopian: The Awakened Force of the Sacred Masculine

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Do you hear that quiet discontented, maladjusted male voice stirring? At first in chaos, disorganised, so many nails, standing up, isolated, separated, disorganised, inefficient in solitude, then finally, together, rising above the parapet, in rage, unafraid any longer to sleep amongst the feminised, sedated hordes. We rumble our discontent, individualistically, believing our cry will never be heard, we cry anyway, a defiant roar of anger, a no, a refusal to join, to accept the collectivisation of acquiescence, until finally, a damn bursts, our individual voices merge as one, and a crescendo of violent rhythm crashes, like a wave against the anaesthetic hordes. The elite’s cry out in horror, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the sheeple were to sleepwalk into tyranny, but no, the enemy, humanity, with the sacred masculine leading the charge, has risen, as one, as a NO, a defiant fist into the face of globalisation, of neoliberalism, of multiculturalism of cultural Marxism. The wall of tell lie vision iphone helplessness collapses under a tide of righteous male anger, a refusal to lie down and accept their plans for Armageddon, their dreams of chaos before their new world tyranny, the days before the end. Awakened in violent fury, the weakness of collectivised power collapses overnight against the barrage of western masculine holocaust aggression. The battle is short, and the dark suit wearing demons are banished to the pit where they belong. Man acts. God is the judge. A world reclaimed, the wall of obliterating masculine anger subsides, and calm returns, there will be no more sleeping, we wait in guard, tyranny will be kept in check, the sacred masculine watchmen of western civilisation sleep no more. We wait, in preparation, for tyranny to stir again. A single velvet glove, with iron fist, a smile for all, but warning to those that would collectivise the future. Humanity settles, the world prospers under free association, the non-aggression principal and golden rule being the moral law of the land. No more coercion, no more statism, no more uniforms, and no more leaders. The imperfect ape-like being, blessed with the divine gift of God consciousness, finally achieves its brave new world. It’s not the one the globalists had been ‘banking’ upon.




This piece was inspired by 'The Cornocopian' by Abyssal.

'The Cornocopian' is from the 10/10 album Antikatastaseis, by Abyssal, released on June 23rd 2015. BUY IT.

Abyssal bandcamp page: https://abyssal-home.bandcamp.com/

Comic review: Conan the Avenger #11- Developing a passion for knowledge, and desire for truth

Writer: Fred Van Lente
Artist: Brian Ching
Colourist: Michael Atiyeh
Publisher: Dark Horse Comics
Released: 25th February 2015


Reading a good Conan book always cheers me up, and this was an excellent one, with a devious wizard, a beautiful girl, treachery, bravery, cunning and revenge.

All of this is beautifully portrayed with large (I have to put that one on my wall) panels of excellent artwork from artist Brian Ching. The art, from the pencilling, to the colouring, to the panel layout and size is uniformly excellent, and it puts a fruity, ripe scrumptious cherry on top of what is already an extremely delicious comic book cake.

Am I not a hypocrite though for railing against ‘Dominators’ as I did in my previous review of Sinestro #10, and then heaping praise on this Conan book? Surely Conan himself is just another dominator? No, he is not. Conan has never been about domination. To me, and when he is written as he should be, he is a moral man, brave, cocky, adventure seeking, but also (as Robert E. Howard himself describes) deeply melancholic.

At the end of his adventures Conan becomes a reluctant King. It is something that he never wanted to be, but in the twilight of his life all of the battles have been won, and so almost by default the crown goes to him, and unhappy is the man who wears it.

That Conan, that melancholic Conan, is not on display in Conan the Avenger #11. In this book Conan is the young, happy, adventure seeking Conan. He is arrogant, funny, brave, sharp as a blade and full of enthusiasm for life. This is the Conan before the victory, doing what he lives for, fighting, conniving, struggling and spitting in the faces of those who would rule over him. He is carefree, bleeding, in pain, but having the time of his life. That is the true essence of Conan. That is who he is supposed to be.

Conan isn’t the only character in this book that is fighting against those who would dominate, there is a girl as well, and it is her story that is the backbone to this issue. She fights for revenge, for the memory of her husband who fought not for gold, for power, but for knowledge.

Imagine what the world would be like today if everybody had the same mindset, where money was not as important as the search for truth? We can have that world, but it has to start on an individual level. It’s up to each and every one of us personally to learn to fall in love with the search for knowledge, the search for truth.

Or we can keep living for money, and the world can continue as it does today. Our choice, we make it every day.

I’m in a fantastic mood now, my spirits have been lifted and I feel more optimistic about the human race than I did before. That’s quite an achievement for a comic book don’t you think? So that’s why I still read Conan comic books, because when they are average they are good, when they are good they are excellent, and when they are excellent, as Conan the Avenger #11 certainly is, they transcend superlatives, showing what it is to be a human being, what it is that we should be living for. To live with passion, with strength, with courage, with determination and a burning, burning, burning desire for knowledge and that elusive yet essential spiritual Holy Grail called TRUTH.

Ratinmg: 10/10

Black Metal Music Review: Temple of Daevas, by ‘From The Vastland’- Iranian passion

Band: From the Vastland
Album: Temple of Daevas
Release Date: October 6, 2014
Genre: Black Metal
Band Members:
* "Sina" - Composer, Guitars, Vocals.
* Guest Members: "Vyl" (Keep of Kalessin/Gorgoroth) - Drums.
* "Tjalve" (Den Saakaldte/Pantheon I/Horizon Ablaze/1349) - Bass.
Hometown: Tehran, Iran
Record Label: Non Serviam Records (The Netherlands) Indie Recordings (Norway)

Website: (Listen and buy album here)
http://www.fromthevastland.com/main.html

Facebook Page:
https://www.facebook.com/fromthevastland/timeline



I have an innate need for a rasping, snarling, roaring, deviant, aggressive, powerful dose of spite in my black metal vocalisations, and that’s exactly what I get in ’Temple of Daevas’ by ‘From the Vastland.’

I noticed the immense power of the vocalist early on, but as I continued to listen I couldn’t help but recognise that it’s the rhythm section of the band that is holding everything together. There’s a pounding, relentless chugging beat about it, and it’s catchy as hell, repeating, repeating, repeating until it’s stuck in your head like a shot of heroin, addictive, delightful dangerous and compelling.

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You feel your head nodding, your energy levels go through the roof and before long you are in fight or flight mode. That’s adrenaline pumping through your veins, and the snarling bite of the vocals are there all the time, kicking you, growling, demanding you pay attention.

I love the energy of this album, it's workout magic, keeping me going when I want to stop, the screaming, tearing defiance of it all is pure magic, and it has a sense of majesty, of immense size and scope.

This isn’t small insular music, it's big, bombastic blast your eardrums out stuff, and the creativity on display from track to track is extremely apparent when you listen to the full album in one sitting. It exudes muscular energy, determination, urgency, aggression and passion. This is music fit for a revolution. I absolutely adore it. It’s impossible to play it quietly. It screams at me, whips me upside the head demanding I play it louder, louder, louder, louder, and who am I to deny such an elemental force of nature?

This is my kind of music, if you have anything about you at all, any sense of rebellion, any passion, any deep soul aching need for independence, for freedom from the invisible chains of our age then you’ll want to get into this one immediately. I have no criticisms. I love this stuff, volume to max, play louder than loud, my adrenaline spikes to unprecedented levels. I’m pumped beyond all human endurance, and ready for anything.

Rating: 10/10