Thinning the Herd
On the natural Culling of our world.
Written by Kheziah Azani, an associate of this Nexion.
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“Peace,” a concept clung to by cowards…
I come today to shatter your illusions.
What strength lies in stagnation? What power is born of placidity? The Nazarene, in their arrogance, preach harmony and balance; but Nature Herself defies their hollow “wisdom.”
Look to the Stars, to the violent birth of galaxies; gaze upon the savage beauty of a supernova. Even on the smallest scale, life itself is in constant struggle: cells battling for dominance, species clawing their way up the evolutionary ladder…
Why then do we shy away from this fundamental truth? Why do we seek to muzzle our ambitions? To cage our potential behind bars of false “morality?”
The answer is simple: fear of pain. Fear of loss. Fear of the unknown. But it is precisely these fears that hold us back, that keep us tethered to mediocrity.
Embrace conflict, and you will embrace growth. Consider the blade: left unused, it grows dull, it’s edge forgotten… but tempered in fire, honed against the wet stone, it becomes a thing of lethal beauty. So too must we forge ourselves in the flames of adversity.
The peace you so desperately cling to is nothing but an illusion; a fleeting moment between inevitable storms. True strength lies in mastering the Tempest… in becoming the hurricane itself. The true Satanist understands this.
We do not hide away from our passions, We channel them. Anger becomes Focus; Hatred fuels Determination; Fear transforms into Unstoppable Drive.
Look at the great civilizations of history: did they rise through pacifism and compromise? No, they were built on the backs of conquerors, of those who dared to reach out and grasp what they desired. Progress is not achieved through gentle nudges, but through seismic shifts that reshape the very fabric of reality.
The Nazarene would have you believe that the pursuit of Power is corruption, a twisted path… but I tell you this: the pursuit of Power is the purest expression of Nature itself.
Traditional Satanism does not coddle, it challenges. It does not offer false comfort, it demands growth. Every act of genuine Black Magick pushes us to our limits, forcing us to evolve or be consumed. This is the way of Nature, the way of the universe itself. The Strong survive, adapt, and ultimately rule; the weak perish, their genes and ideas lost to the relentless march of time.
Is it cruel? Perhaps… but it is also necessary.
Without this culling, without this constant pressure to improve, we would still be primitives huddling in caves, afraid of our own shadows. Conflict breeds innovation; War drives technological advancement faster than any period of “peace” ever could. The threat of destruction spurs us to the heights of Creativity, to ingenuity we never thought possible.
But conflict is not merely external… the greatest battles, the most profound growth, comes from within; true self-knowledge is born only by facing our deepest fears, our most primal urges. Facing our inner Darkness, descending ever deeper into the dark pool beneath the Moon, is where we can truly understand ourselves and unlock our full potential.
The path of conflict is not an easy one; it demands sacrifice. It requires us to shed our comfortable illusions, to stare unflinchingly into the Abyss of our own Nature. Many will falter, many will break. But those who emerge? Those are the ones who will shape the destiny of galaxies.
So I say to you now, Kindred: cast aside the chains of false “peace.” Embrace the crucible of conflict, seek out challenges, for it is only through struggle that we truly live- only through conflict that we ascend to our rightful place among the Stars in the grand tapestry of the cosmos.
It is not the placid pools that capture our attention, but the raging infernos. Be that Inferno. Burn away your limitations. Consume your obstacles. And from the ashes of your former self, rise as something greater… something unstoppable.
The illusion of “peace” offers nothing but stagnation and decay. But conflict? Conflict offers the only path to true Power- true growth, true immortality.
History is written in the blood of the ambitious, the relentless, the uncompromising. Your name, your legacy will be forged in the fires of conflict, or lost to the tempid waters of complacency. Choose wisely, for the Galaxy does not suffer the presence of the weak.
Remember this as you stand at the precipice of greatness: the universe respects only one law- the law of Power. It is not compassion that moves planets, not kindness that splits atoms, not peace that reaches into the very fabric of space and time to bend reality to one's will; it is Power, raw and unyielding, born in conflict and honed to perfection in suffering. Embrace this truth. Let it consume you, transform you, for in that transformation lies the key to transcendence.
The choice is yours: remain a leaf drifting aimlessly on the winds of Fate, or become the Storm itself, bending reality to your Will.
Now go forth and make conflict- then, let it forge you into something magnificent; something masterful; something truly worthy of our Mistress.
I think peace and order are poles, just as chaos and destruction are poles. The true evolution, the true flow of energy, takes place between these poles in the form of a perpetual balance. That is true harmony, the equilibrium. It is not a fixed status, but a constant flow. To establish balance means to be in dialectical contradiction in the sense of progress.
There is no such thing as peace. On a macro and micro scale, or in our everyday environment, in our bodies, or the blistering struggle with everyday life... There is war everywhere. Peace is just a time to gather strength before destroying the next target. The Nazarenes would have to deprive men of testosterone so that humanity could perish under the weight of peace, which is pure utopia. But in the end, the females would bite each other hehe. Mother Nature is a serial killer. The end of the universe will be the final destruction. The last black hole will spit out the last photon in its own agony, and there will be final and cold darkness. Born of Satan, we will return to Satan. But only the chosen ones can cope and go the steep road to the top. Beware of those who will seduce you with rest. Bones like them are already rotting on the road above. These are the ones who sat down for a while and rot forever. There, at the top, is the key to the gates leading to the throne of Father Satan. Only a few will have the honor of seeing the Black Majesty. To become a shadow in the dark, you must love three sisters; Evil, Hatred and War.
Hail O9A