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 “Woe to the
children that
sleep in the
freedom their
forefathers won
for them.”

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Don’t think we have forgotten. Don’t
think the resistance has died. We are
still here, and with every breath we plot
for the downfall of false order; we
conspire against all institutions that
deface the spirit of humanity. Through
poetry and art we spread ourselves,
over and across subway walls, in alley
ways and across the face of websites.
We are the invisible enemy, the agents
of chaos who lash out against the
authorities of enslavement. We have
existed through all time, in all places.
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We are the true Kings and Queens of
this earth, ruling our way as mighty
conquerors, warriors in the name of
Justice and Liberty, of autonomy and
freedom.

We are children of Chaos, Wild

wanderers who spread dissent and
thought throughout every level of this
system of control; we spread secrets
and meet in private houses and in deep
caves, chanting to our gods of revelry
and joy, and protecting our freedom
with daggers drawn against throats; for
living in an amoral world, we protect
with our lives that which we love-
mystery, freedom and immediacy. We
are those who have overcome the
upbringing of slavery, who have resisted
indoctrination at the hands of priests
and teachers, politicians and parents,
television and advertising. We are those
who have broken free of the shackles of
dogma and restriction; we resent being
told what to do, who to be and how to
live.

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We have taken upon ourselves disguises
and masks throughout our every day
lives, moving amongst the zombies as
one of them; yet in secret we revel, we
talk, we plan and scheme. We worship
the chameleon, blending in to each
environment; we could be anyone,
anywhere at any time. There is no way
to tell us but by the signs we have given
to one another. You may see our marks
upon the walls of streets, in bathroom
stalls, on writings and subversive
documents spread by word of mouth
and by photocopying, resisting all
mediation. We are here, fighting each
and every day against the oppression
and the tyranny of the Empire, infecting
it and bringing it down from the inside.

We can not be controlled, can not be

predicted, can not be watched because
we exist everywhere that there is
oppression; any attempt at control
creates its counter part, chaos; those
who revel in their own ability to act, who
take joy in their desires away from
prying eyes. We confuse those
structures because we are servants of
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Mystery, slaves to Beauty and Wonder;
we serve She whom the stars veil,
infinite and boundless possibility. We
hate restriction and decay. Our acts of
destruction are impulses of creation;
tearing down that which denies beauty,
that which stifles curiosity, that which
attempts to dictate what is real and
what is not. We destroy that which
enslaves and dictates. There is no
hallowed ground that we do not tread,
no church of mosque we do not move
within; no governmental institution that
does not contain at least one of us, no
school that is not a battle field of our
agents.

In any system which attempts to

confine, to restrict, to define, we exist;
and the intoxication of the process is
that the more the Empire seeks to
control, the more outbreaks of chaos
appear; the more pockets of
improbability arise within the very
system that attempts to define and
limit. We are the maladapted ones who
have not fit in to the system, who have
resisted with all our energy all attempts
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at conformity. Now, we are fighting
back. We are taking up our tools- our
art, our writing, our ability to act and
create change. We are learning Magick,
controlled ecstasy; we are waking up.

We dream of a better world, a world

without borders, without authorities,
without governments or money. We
dream of a world beyond all control; a
world of chance, of wonder, of
adventure; a world where curiosity can
unfold any possibility. This dream is the
fuel of our passions, the drive of our
hands; it is what keeps us moving,
keeps us breathing, gives us hope and
gives us power. It is from this Nameless
Vision each agent of Chaos draws its
Magick. We are each fed by a drive
towards a new future; and this Dream is
our infection, our movement, our very
Nature. It can not be stopped, for it
exists in each of us, informed from
something greater than any one of us; it
unifies us in a common struggle against
the enemy of established order- The
Empire. We are becoming the change
we wish to see, making our very
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existence cause ripples in the entire
field of future possibility. Our existence
is out act of magick, our lives the
talismans of change. From our very
being we exude dream, and infect all we
touch with our Gold of Vision.

We the insurance of the World to come;

each of us has been put in key places to
activate the change, and as the time
draws nearer, as the call to arms
spreads, as the agents awaken to their
task, the war machine comes alive; a
Plan set by no human hands, but rather
an impulse from deep within the
species, a call to revolution, to
evolution, to breaking free; it is rebellion
as instinct, turning on in each of us by
necessity; and as it does, as the
machine begins to move, we see that
we are not alone. We are pieces in a
much greater plan; a movement
towards a new civilization, informed
from each of our personal Dreams for
the future- a future which will be born
from us when we topple the systems
and institutions of the dying, grey world.
As they fall away with their military
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control, with their financial enslavement
and their philosophy of death and sin,
waste and decay, we rise up from the
midst of its rubble- we the maladapted,
those who have mutated and who will
survive for we are the inheritors of a
new Earth.

We mobilize and connect; recognizing

that we are spread out across the face
of the whole planet, a global network of
change, of revolution, of passion and
fury, joy and desire, creativity, curiosity
and vengeance. We desire to see the
banks defaced, money burned, maps
erased; we long to dance round fires,
reveling in our natures, in our pleasures,
in our desires, free from the shackles of
shame and lust, free from the diseases
of society and culture; no longer
conforming to anorexic standards, to
outdated Victorian sexualities; resisting
the old patterns, we find a new way, a
way based upon Joy, upon happiness,
upon creation and vitality and strength;
an inner strength born of compassion, of
feeling, of warmth, of love; a love that

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fuels our wills, fuels our actions, fuels
our very life.

Feel the vital breath of life within your

veins; for that is the fuel of our engine,
and that Vision that grows within your
breast, that is the heart that pumps to
your muscles, to your brain, to your
whole body informing you with It’s Light,
It’s Power, It’s Love. It is in us; do not
be tempted into mislabeling that urge
simply because it goes against the
grain; do not listen to their lies that you
are somehow bad for being different.
They want you to accept their shame,
for once you begin to act upon your true
nature, they will fall away- you will
reclaim all that is good and beautiful in
the world. It is their lies, their
propaganda, which distorts your true
nature, your organic will; it is their
definitions which limit your true
potential.

The Empire would not have you wake

up; it would have you continue blindly in
a maze of distractions and addictions. It
spreads fear and confusion and shame
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to make you pull away from yourself.
Yet you must turn within, in meditation
and experimentation, and find your true
center; you must do the Work to clear
out all they have fed in to you. You
must connect with others like you, so
you do not feel isolated and alone.
There are others like you, if you look for
them. In those groups, there brews a
mighty elixir; an elixir of change, a
potion of such vicissitude that it will pull
apart all your inhibitions and release
your true potential against the
structures of oppression and tyranny- It
is the spirit of community, of
companionship, of fellowship; finding
those whom struggle as you do with
their Vision against a world which forces
conformity. By getting together, by
sharing, by growing and learning
together, you will breed the culture
which will infect the Empire itself. You
must learn to saturate this dying world
with your own vitality and vision.

Release your most vital energies. The

Empire fears your passions, because it
knows that the natural tendency of the
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human spirit, of the artistic creative
process is to oppose all forms of control,
to push against the possible into the
impossible; and those are definitions it
has so carefully set up by the mediation
of the scientific citadel of fundamentalist
materialist dogma. Your passion, your
desire, properly cultivated and purified,
sublimated to you highest ideals and
highest loves, is what they fear. They
attempt to subdue it, to repress it, by
forcing you to feel different, and they
foster the desire to fit in; this can come
from any angle, for it is not any one
person, but a mindset, a way of life, a
culture, an ideology, and anyone can
have it and can force it upon you- parent
or friend, teacher or lover, it can come
from any source- yet you must
recognize it for what it is, the product of
oppression and conformity. They are
the lies you must not believe, the lies
which tell you that you are of a fallen
nature, that you are sinful, malignant,
and that you need help to put you back
in to your proper place; to heal you.

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We come together, all of us, slowly but
surely; for we are each only cells in a
much larger organism, a decentralized
movement, a revolution without faces,
without control, without order; a
revolution of philosophers and poets,
artists and writers, madmen and
geniuses, painters and wordsmiths,
freaks, geeks, hobo’s, jugglers,
contortionists, fire breathers, sparrow
feeders, tarot readers, magicians,
Gnostics, pagans, sodomites, energy
healers, druids, shamans, qabalists, UFO
abductees, aliens, visionaries, dreamers,
yogi’s, deprogrammers, reprogrammers,
psychonauts, fringe scientists,
permaculturists, astrologers, sufi’s,
lovers, rebels, anarchists, poetic
terrorists, art saboteurs, hermeticists,
rosicrucians, ninja’s and pirates. We are
the outcast, the circus of the damned
sent off to the outskirts of society,
forgotten and shunned. Yet we rise up,
for now is the time of our calling; now is
the time that we shine, as things fall
apart.

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We are the future, and we dream of a
world without control, without
consensus, without boundaries; a world
where there are no authorities, no
politicians, no leaders, no church, no
police; we are the ones who will fight
back in the only way we know how- by
being what we are. We can not be
stopped because there is no center to
us; the center exists unseen inside each
and every one of us, transcending even
time and space in its Vision of the
future. IT informs our dreams, inspires
our art, gives words to our tongue and
speaks through our mouth. IT is what
guides us, and what we are each a part
of. IT is in you, in me, in each of us, and
IT is waking up.

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