"The Anglian Satanic Church was run by Father Raoul Belphlegor (yes, that is how he spelled it), real name Thomas Victor Norris, and Mother Lilith, real name Magdalene Graham. It claimed vast resources, numbers and magickal powers which would be bestowed on members in return for money and/or (in the case of young female members) sex. Norris had earlier acquired a liking for brothel-keeping, involving his wife and daughters, aged eleven and thirteen. On his release from a six-year sentence resulting from this, he restored his fortunes with the aid of a rather naive eighteen-year-old (she was not concerned with his occult activities and has since now made a new life for herself, so her name will not be mentioned)".
"Norris’ Occult involvement brought him into contact with Magdalene Graham, who was editing an Occult magazine on broadly LHP lines. Norris persuaded her to take over production of his magazines, both Occult and political (fascist), including the occasional news-sheet of his Odinist Anglo-Saxonic Church (another paper organization).
Despite holding similar political views, Ms. Graham was, at first, reluctant to be associated with the disreputable Norris, but was in the vulnerable position of having just been diagnosed as suffering from a disabling illness and was desperately seeking a cure. That particular illness is subject to recession”.
"Ms. Graham experienced an improvement (presumably psychologically induced), which, for a time convinced her. She eventually became disillusioned and tried to leave. Impeded by her physical disability, she sought help from a Satanist who was not a fascist (possibly the only representative of that rare breed in Britain at the time) and he eventually re-started the magazine Dark Lily as the organ of non-political Satanism in Britain.
Ms Graham remains typist, sometimes designated editor, although it is doubtful whether she has executive powers It appears that she is now convinced that Occultism cannot be associated with politics. Certainly Dark Lily, despite its history, has, since coming under new management, shown no sign of political allegiances and has, in fact, warned that to divide one’s energies between politics and Occultism means that one will succeed at neither”.
"The magazine Dark Lily first appeared in duplicated news-sheet format in 1977, allegedly the organ of the Anglian Satanic Church - not to be confused (though it often was) with the Anglo-Saxonic Church, which was Odinist”.
Magda Graham from the Society of Dark Lily is a disabled old gal nowadays, suffering from multiple sclerosis. For many years she had an interesting crossover into extreme underground S&M groups.
The Society of the Dark Lily”, is run by Magda Graham from a farm in Scotland where she lives. It is the headquarters of the organization (and the scene of debauched, sadistic beating of naked young girls).
Notes & Sources:
INTO THE HALLS OF GIANTS
The scorching punishment of the Blood Mistress began almost immediately as the iron doors clanged shut behind her two acolytes who watched, anonymous behind black balaclavas, as the ultimate member of their temple began her grim work upon that night that had been planned for so many months and - for her - so many years ago - far before the onset of the presently unfolding event, that living, writhing testament to that which they - those tempters - had sought to offer - and to that which for she, especially, had increasingly represented the turning point in the summoning of the denizens of the Abyss into physical manifestation upon the earth.
Years ago she had, while in the locale of a mountain fastness, engaged in an ordeal of a vampiric nature with two of her kindred. Outside the bleak winds of the Alleghenies blew down from their craggy peaks and thunderstorms, drifting with a sickeningly and intimidating quality, slowly drifted forth from the beyond that presented itself a mere few miles’ distance from the site of their working.
Despite all these atmospheric distractions the three-fold internal unit set about its esoteric task, after a long fifteen-hours of acts forwarding real-world evil in the flesh, one of which involved significant security work alongside a nearly domiciled compatriot - a meeting, swift and soon over - one lounging, attempting to be inconspicuous against the side of a newer-model SUV while the other clandestine organization member went about his business on the inside - deep within a converted basement that had been refurbished for the purpose of certain activities of a less-than-legal trajectory.
As the time slowly passed the man standing guard outside the car and residence stared into the careening mountain passes which presented themselves across the horizons of the myriad posh and modern-living homes which drew down upon the slope of the hillsides surrounding the mountains. He could feel the thickness of the humidity drifting off the mountains, a stark contrast to the dryness which regularly plagued the area much to the chagrin of the local farmers and their crops - the latter which had been a source of great consternation in lieu of the drought that had been ongoing for nigh a decade at the time.
Luke tapped the battery of his cellular telephone - a burner - which he had obtained on his transfer flight over from Washington Dulles Airport. It had been the wee hours of the morning yet he had found one vendor open for business amongst the sprawling concourse, who had sold him both the phone and several hour-long prepaid cards with an advantageous lack of the usual paperwork once Luke had flashed a wad of cash and a few choice bills appropriately set aside to seal the bargain - the middle-aged Indian-American quickly nodding in a look of recognizable acquiescence as he processed the transaction - off the books, as it were.
Standing next to the glistening black SUV, Luke could see that no calls had been forthcoming as of yet. He awaited the one from his clandestine organizational handler, who had proffered the funds that had made the trip to West Virginia possible yet who also had a hidden agenda - often verging in injurious directions - said directions which Luke himself found himself increasingly under the potential outcomes of the same. Would he stay and continue the infiltration without further output from his handler or would he continue and see what transpired amidst the somewhat recalcitrant WV sector who he had been told - or at least, led to believe - were inveigling themselves in some collusive scheme of which the organization needed actionable intelligence on - and fast.
A few bars of connectivity and Luke made an outbound call not to his handlers - who would chaff at the as of then unnecessary contact, but with his mate - some several-hundred miles away - whom was complicit in spirit and act with the course which he had chosen to take in pursuit of the sinister destiny which he, and those of his kindred, expected to fulfill - regardless of the costs.
A fuzzy clip of interference following the somewhat too-fast ring-tones and he was connected - a brief conversation in which he was able to only describe his physical surroundings, giving some sense of the width and breadth of the land while carefully concealing the nature of his current whereabouts - the import of the same and the actions which were presently taking place upon them still vague speculations on his part.
Only a few minutes seemed to pass once on the phone with his consort of some years before he spied, peeking out around the edge of the four-by-four, his local host emerging from the luxurious hard-wood exterior doors. He had a smile on his face. That was good. It intimated that the first phase of their plan, procurement of due funds, was established - the means and methods of which were only best left to speculation.
With a brief nod of affirmation and one reciprocal emanating from his partner, the duo entered back into the SUV and with an intent-fully fast - yet expert maneuvering, as to not draw undue attention - left the housing complex with all modicum of speed.
Back at the regional headquarters, the Blood Mistress sat cross-legged upon a couch of deep leather chanting the names of that black god which was the patron deity of their temple - sibillating the names of overarching deceit, continual espionage and fanatical martial prowess which marked the summum bonum of the rank-and-file of the clandestine organization and even moreso for those who inhabited positions at the helm of the same.
She had been entrusted into a counter-intelligence operation against their recent guest - by unknown but verified higher-ups in the clandestine organization itself. She did not know whether or not the situation was reciprocal - whether or not she would find herself in the position of a double or triple-agent before the espionage at play reached its height - yet she had been given clear directions. Hellish pawns were moving across the chessboard and only the devil might know where the pieces might lie, in that predictably horrific end. - Tempel ov Blood, 2014
From Zorya to Mr. Angleton, with sinister dedication:
L O D G E
125 Year ov Baphomet
MORE THAN A DOZEN US SPIES INFILTRATE GERMAN MINISTRIES SAYS BILD
The CIA has recruited more than a dozen spies in several German government ministries, according to the Bild am Sonntag tabloid paper. Earlier, Chancellor Merkel said she doubts the US will end its aggressive espionage.
The alleged spies have infiltrated the German defense, development, economic, and interior ministries, reported Bild on Sunday, citing unnamed sources within the US intelligence community.
CIA interest in the Development Ministry stems from Germany’s foreign intelligence agency, the BND, using the ministry as cover for clandestine operations.
Due to the diplomat row between Berlin and Washington, the spies are reportedly not meeting with their US handlers at the moment. US intelligence agencies are considering basing their recruitment activities in Warsaw or Prague due to the growing pressure in Germany, according to Bild.
'Fundamentally different views'
In an interview with public broadcaster ZDF, Chancellor Angela Merkel said that the US and Germany have “fundamentally different views” about how intelligence agencies should operate. She said partners should not spy on each other, while acknowledging that it would be difficult to convince Washington to change its ways.
Despite their differences, Merkel wants German and US intelligence agencies to continue cooperating.
"Germany profits from the cooperation concerning counterterrorism and other things," Merkel said.
US unapologetic over spy row
On Thursday, Berlin asked the CIA station chief to leave the country in response to US spying in Germany. Over the past two weeks, authorities have uncovered two Germans who allegedly were working for the US as spies.
In the first case, a BND employee allegedly sold more than 200 documents to the CIA for 25,000 euros ($34,000). He’s admitted to spying for the US.
In a second case, an employee at the Defense Ministry has been questioned on suspicion of espionage. He’s denied the allegations.
The US has been unapologetic over the spy row. White House spokesman Josh Earnest said that countries are aware of what intelligence agencies from allied nations are doing on their soil. He added that any disagreement should be resolved through private diplomatic channels, not in the media.
German Foreign Minister Frank-Walter Steinmeier is set to meet with US Secretary of State John Kerry in Vienna tomorrow for talks on Iran’s nuclear program. Steinmeier said he would voice his concerns to Kerry about US espionage.
slk/crh (AFP, dpa, Reuters)
"The forest Algar had chosen lay in a small valley between the haunted rocks of the Stiperstones and Squilver mound, and had in times past been used by the darker covens which once had abounded in the area. He would invoke the Great Demon, Gaubni, through sacrifice, and imbue himself with power before setting forth to kill Melanie herself. His ritual would strip her of magick, her death would end his curse.
'Come, let us prepare,' he said.
Trees were creeking in the breeze and the smell of stinking fungi mingled with the damp the heavy rain had brought as Algar walked carefully the path to the small clearing. Vitek followed, stooping and afraid, listening to Algar mumble incantations.
'Veni, omnipotens aeterne diabolus! Agios O Gaubni…'
The incarnation became louder until Algar was shouting the name. ‘Gaubni! Gaubni!’
Then a silence that startled Vitek. He could not see Algar’s face as he stopped and turned in the clearing but he heard the hissing and saw the hands raised like claws. The long, bony fingers grasped Vitek’s neck and the strength of the arms pushed Vitek to the ground. Algar sat on Vitek’s chest, slobbering and laughing while his nails tore the flesh on Vitek’s face.
The spasm of struggle did not last long as the fingers snapped the neck. Possessed, Algar loped forward awkwardly out of the wood. Thurstan sat hunched in the back of the van and Algar stared at him, dribbling like an idiot while in the distance a dog howled.
Algar was struggling to control the chaos which had possessed him and direct it to bring another death when he heard the voice behind him. ‘Come to me, come to me!’ the melodious voice said. Algar turned to see the leering face of a multitude of witches. Then they vanished. But another voice came from the trees behind him.” - Temple of Satan (Deofel Quartet, Volume II), A Symphonic Allegory, Anton Long, ONA
Graphic Credit: ’Sgt. Grey sometimes uses his time traveling ability to visit his old friends and revive some good old times’ by αἴτιον
GERMANY ORDERS CIA STATION CHIEF TO LEAVE OVER SPYING ALLEGATIONS
By Greg Miller and Stephanie Kirchner July 10
The German government ordered the CIA’s top officer in Berlin to leave the country Thursday in an extraordinary escalation of a conflict between the two allies over U.S. espionage.
The move amounts to a high-profile expression of German anger over alleged CIA operations uncovered by German investigators in recent weeks, as well as continued public outrage over the exposure last year of widespread U.S. surveillance programs whose targets included Chancellor Angela Merkel.
A spokesman for the German government, Steffen Seibert, confirmed the expulsion of the CIA station chief in a statement that made clear Berlin regards U.S. espionage efforts as a breach of trust.
“The representative of the U.S. intelligence services at the Embassy of the United States of America has been requested to leave Germany,” Seibert said. Continued cooperation would require “mutual trust and openness,” Seibert added. “The Federal Government continues to be ready for this and expects the same from its closest partners.”
The decision means that the United States will be forced to withdraw an officer who oversees U.S. spying programs in Germany and serves as the main point of contact with German intelligence services, exchanging information on subjects ranging from terrorist plots to Iranian nuclear ambitions.
In ordering the CIA station chief to leave, Germany resorted to a form of retaliation that is occasionally employed by espionage adversaries such as the United States and Russia, but rarely by such a close ally.
“I can’t recall ever getting to the point where a friendly service actually ejected somebody,” said John A. Rizzo, who spent more than three decades at the CIA and served as its acting general counsel. “The Germans must feel compelled to do this for political reasons, because there are certainly ways to convey one’s displeasure without taking this kind of overt step.”
Former officials described the outgoing CIA station chief as an agency veteran, a German speaker who has held a series of overseas posts as well as assignments at headquarters in the agency’s European division.
Before ordering him out, Germany “had to make a calculation of what they were going to lose — they get a substantial amount of intelligence from us,” said a former senior U.S. intelligence official who worked closely with Berlin and spoke on the condition of anonymity because of the sensitivity of the subject. “There will be people in the [U.S.] intelligence community who will want to say, ‘That’s it.’ ”
Former U.S. officials said the agency pulled back on certain spying operations last year amid concern about the fallout from information leaked by former intelligence contractor Edward Snowden. At the same time, the former officials said, the latest arrest and raids indicate that Germany has stepped up its defenses and efforts to root out U.S. spies.
Even before the expulsion, U.S. officials said espionage-related frictions with Germany had hurt diplomatic relations with an ally that the United States has relied on for support in a number of security matters, including efforts to contain Russian aggression in Ukraine.
U.S. officials at the White House, the CIA and the U.S. Embassy in Berlin declined to comment on the expulsion or the recent German allegations of U.S. espionage.
The decision to ask the CIA station chief to leave came one day after German authorities carried out raids at an apartment and an office in Berlin as part of a reported investigation of a person with ties to the German military who is suspected of working for U.S. intelligence.
Last week, German police arrested a 31-year-old employee of the German foreign intelligence agency, the BND, who is accused of selling secrets to the CIA. Seibert said the decision to oust the CIA officer was made “against the backdrop of the ongoing investigations of the Federal Prosecutor General as well as the questions pending for months about the activities of the US intelligence services in Germany.”
The latter was a reference to leaks last year by Snowden showing that the United States was intercepting communications of Germans and citizens of other European nations on a massive scale. Documents also showed that the National Security Agency had been monitoring Merkel’s cellphone for years. The operation was halted and the Obama administration was forced to apologize.
In Berlin on Thursday, Merkel described spying on allies as “a waste of energy.”
Merkel has been criticized by some Germans for failing to respond more forcefully to the Snowden disclosures, which prompted Germany’s parliament to launch an inquiry into the NSA’s surveillance programs on German soil.
Last week’s arrest of an alleged CIA informant may have been particularly galling to German officials because the suspect is accused of selling information to the CIA on the progress of that parliamentary probe, according to reports.
Hans-Christian Ströbele, an official in Germany’s Green Party and member of the parliamentary inquiry, described the CIA expulsion as “a necessary symbolic act to show our friends on the other side of the Atlantic how serious this matter is.”
Even so, officials in both Berlin and Washington signaled a reluctance to allow frictions over espionage to damage cooperation on other fronts.
While declining to comment on “a purported intelligence matter,” Caitlin Hayden, spokeswoman for the National Security Council, said the U.S. “security and intelligence relationship with Germany is a very important one, and it keeps Germans and Americans safe. It is essential that cooperation continue in all areas, and we will continue to be in touch with the German government in appropriate channels.”
Former U.S. intelligence officials said that Germany is particularly dependent on U.S. capabilities in tracking al-Qaeda and other terrorist groups. U.S. counterterrorism officials have warned of growing danger to European countries because thousands of their citizens have traveled to Syria to fight alongside Islamist militants in that country’s civil war.
Kirchner reported from Berlin.
At long last the intelligence officer arrived at the forest clearing where the principal prisoner now was situated bound fully nude and in an upright standing position against the large wooden stake facing the other prisoners and the interrogation teams which surrounded them, the latter now no longer conducting the usual business but holding their charges firmly by the arms and forcing them to face their compatriot who was soon to be made an example of in no uncertain terms.
The intelligence officer approached the senior internal security personnel on duty, whispering into his ear the instructions he had received from the Field Marshal and receiving a cold nod from within the featureless black mask and goggles as the internal security member turned and began tightening the fastenings of the silencer to his MP5, inserting a fresh clip and filling several more for easy access which he inserted into appropriate slots on his tactical vest.
As the senior internal security personnel prepared his weapon, the intelligence officer proceeded to several of the nearby shock troopers and issued instructions in a low voice which elicited sadistic gleams in every eye and expressions of mirth punctuated with bloodlust upon every visage so concerned. The forest clearing became a scene of low murmurings and strange suppressed sounds as the two interrogation teams threatened their charges in low voices while the shock troopers made their own preparations for the principal captive.
A piece of the rotten clothing which had been stripped from the prisoner was plucked from the ground and torn into a stout rag, which one of the shock troopers then doused with an unknown liquid drawn from one of the ancillary canteens strapped to his utility belt before shoving it into the prisoner’s mouth and wrapping another strip of rag around his head securing it tightly.
Two of the shock troopers occupied themselves with building and stoking a small fire into which were set two makeshift torches made from small tree limbs, wrapped at the ends with the remainder of the prisoner’s rotted clothing and similarly doused with the liquid from the canteen of the shock trooper who had busied himself with the binding of the principal captive directly prior.
With a hiss the largest among the shock troopers withdrew a large and sadistically gleaming combat survival knife from a sheath hanging upon his hip, holding it out in front of him and slowly approaching the bound captive with the paced and assured gait of the born predator. The bound captive’s eyes widened into a rictus of horror as the shock trooper smiled and extended the knife, rubbing the side of the cold steel blade slowly against the face of the prisoner and watching as equally cold sweat began to drip down the face of his quarry in expectation of what horrors the organization man might have in store for him.
The preamble over, the shock trooper went directly into business mode, plunging his blade with the expertise of an experienced butcher into the crevice between the prisoner’s shoulder and arm and sawing furiously, his muscles straining and veins pulsating with vascularity under the strain of the work. The prisoner’s body began shaking uncontrollably as the shock trooper moved his blade deeper and deeper into the flesh, the muffled screams coming from the chemical-drenched rag inserted into his mouth sounding for all effective purposes like an animal trapped in the unforgiving metal teeth of a lethal snare.
The two other captured patrol members began wailing at the site of their compatriots fate, a reaction for which the respective interrogation teams were prepared as they quickly grasped black-gloved hands over the men’s mouth, stifling their screams - the weak struggling of their feeble and starved bodies easily overwhelmed by the cannibalistic and speed-induced strength of the organizational men.
With a horrific and final push the shock trooper finished cutting through the arm, with the entire limb falling with a sickening thud onto the ground beside the wooden stake and aerterial blood shooting through the air. The shock trooper reared back his head and let loose an involuntary and hideous laugh, his eyes lolling back into his head, as the shock troopers who had been tending the fire rushed forward and thrust their burning torches into the prisoner’s bloody wound, effecting a crude cauterization and filling the air with the naseuating smell of burning blood and human meat.
Systematically the scene was repeated upon the other arm - the intimidation followed by the methodical butchery - the gloating of the largest and most sadistic among the shock troopers as the others cauterized the wound. By the time the second limb had been removed the principal captive was barely conscious except for the properties of whatever chemical had been sublingually administered to him through the vector of the gag cloth, the purpose of which seemed to be keeping him conscious at least to a titular degree while experiencing a level of torture that would have easily caused him to black out in shock under normative circumstances. The other captives held by the adjutant interrogation teams were still being kept muzzled by the unyielding leather-gloved hands of their captors with not an audible sound escaping, their confessions and coerced intelligence reports being waylaid until after the demonstration with the more recalcitrant of their number having been duly effected and completed.
The shock trooper moved onto the legs, a more arduous task in general but effected with an effort more than grim, with the limbs held on tenaciously with the last remaining strings of flesh being ripped off with a brutal pulling before being slung to the side where they were collected along with the rest before being wrapped by one of the other shock troopers and carried down the trailhead and up the ridge toward the main encampment to be prepared with the rest of the flesh for the organization’s nocturnal mastication.
As the shock trooper cauterized the last two wounds only the slightest hint of consciousness could be seen upon the captive’s face, a dim flickering deep within the eyes testament to a consciousness driven to the brink and then beyond the pale of induced insanity and held aware only by artificial means and compartmentalization of the mind in some hidden internal place of comprehension to shield from the incomprehensible situation which he had found himself in for falling in with the rebels, for failing to submit to the iron fist of the commander due to the proclivities of his geographic region. Had he been a smarter man, had he been ambitious, he would have been proactive in his treason - sneaking across the border into the large organizational encampment whose flickering lights in the valley distance bore the promise of a life beyond the marginal existence to which he and his compatriots so stubbornly held.
But now that hope was gone, his only solace being that his spirit - if there was such a thing - might be drawn into some strange blood abyss by dint of his having become, albeit involuntarily, a sacrifice to the organization whose gods were strange and some of which were gods-in-flesh-bodies, such as the commander. Night fell upon his consciousness as the shock troopers moved away, the area beneath the wooden stake and the patrolman himself gratuitously soaked in sopping blood.
The senior internal security personnel moved forward, black and anonymous goggled eyes staring strange and alien out toward his victim as he raised the black and lethal snub of his silenced MP5 toward the patrolman from a distance of only a few feet away and then began shooting - the sound of the suppressed fire resonating like some strange ground wasp beneath the surface - the body of the opposition member being machine-gunned beyond all recognition as the senior internal security personnel unloaded clip after clip into the head-bearing trunk, churning and grinding the flesh into quivering meat. A fell wind blew and a mist of blood caught upon the wind, wafting into the darkening twilight. - Iron Gates, 2014