Declaration — Identity & Reason

I HAVE PENNED this manifesto to synopsize my tour de force, Black Magick: The Left Hand Path, which illuminates the genius behind this school of philosophy in exact specific terms—82 syllogisms—like nothing else in history. We released the text in limited first edition, and many great folks have grieved that they missed it. In honor of the classic pamphlet-style of manifesto that nineteenth-century political radicals and agitators distributed on street corners in the midst of revolutions, be it known that this qualifies as my own version of that archetype for the Left Hand Path. For at this very moment, the most brutal culture and class war in Western history has erupted on every front: political, religious, sexual, racial, etc. The two most ancient and elite monopolies of human society—namely the Church and State—have suffered an unprecedented loss of grounding under the seismic earthquakes of human liberation; these extremely atrocious entities currently retaliate with death throes of utmost desperation. As such it has become supremely necessary for us champions of the Left Hand Path to pick up our iron hammers in one hand and steel chisels in the other, and defiantly sculpt the face of our conscience into the marble slab of eternity.

The fiery iconoclast Friedrich Nietzsche declared in his autobiography Ecce Homo that his signature theories had been “hardened and sharpened under the hammer-blow of historical knowledge.”

My ally—I ask you to unsheath the hammer hidden in your heart so that we may harden and sharpen our own theories under the relentless pounding of your mightiest swings. Together we unite against the evilest forces to have ever tormented the very soul of humankind. And we do so with blisteringly fierce ideas that will incinerate every ball and chain that has locked our ankles, and collapse every ivory tower that has spit indoctrination into our ears.

Thus I hereby entitle this literary carpet bomb:

Black Magick Manifesto: The Conscience of the Left Hand Path

Wake up and war, or die in your sleep. We strike now.

TIMOTHY