The Orchid

rubber skin hides bone

and taut spine

torn with elegance

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Pro-War ... Pro-Death

thank heaven for eternal war,
and for the change that is in store.
human thought and human deed
always made the planet bleed.
aided by the satans forces
and all the holy roman horses
the cowards cry "one minute more"
for fear of what death has in store.
you cannot stop the tide that burns
as every single human learns
that nature is a bitter master
who slaughters pacifists with laughter.
the innocent are deemed by man
to have a right to live on land
while animals, joyous in death
look forward to their final breath.

you can cling to thoughts of morals
and people who put them in place
but every path will lead to nihil,
doorway toward the outer space.

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VRT International Campaign 2008

VRT International Presents Campaign 2008: Music for Our Times

VRT International
75263 River Road
Covington, LA
70435
United States of America

VRT International 2008 catalog currently out of stock. Contact either Demian Label & Distro in America or Bone Structure Distro in Belgium for mailorder, locally in New Orleans from the Iron Rail Book Store & Domino Record Shack, or get in touch with me in person (I have a few copies of each item left that we will have with us throughout the Northeastern US and Belgium in August) or at this address: vargrwulf@gmail.com .

Vargr Wulf Discography

- Vargr Wulf cassette (VRT International, 2008. Track titles: "Eternal Darkness 2: Evisceration By Razors," "Iron Will," "Returning Serpent From Beyond The Stars," "Addicted to Blood From Ritual Participation," "Veneration," "Induction of Emotional Parasites," "Shawney Be'an," Vargrwulf 3," "Green River Seed," and "Suffering of the Disturbed, Screams of the Retarded.")

- Vargr Wulf 2: Nature Presence cassette (VRT International, 2008. Track titles: "Mothers of Darkness 1+2" and "Nature Presence.")

- Music For Torture cassette (VRT International, 2008. Track titles: "Music for Torture 1+2.")

- Vargr Wulf / Indian Jewelry Live cassette (VRT International, 2008. Limited edition of 20. Titles clandestine.)

COMPILATION APPEARANCES

- Noizefest 2007 (Bywater State Park, 2007. Track title: "Landowner.")

- Nightmare Concert (Bone Structure, 2008. Track title: "Quella Villa Accanto Al Cimitero.")

- Solo Artists Compilation (Stitchy Press, 2008. Track Title: "Jagd Ein Tier.")

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On Magic and Whimsy

The golden idol of the cinema screen and the cathode-ray emitting cannon of myth known as television bring the citizen of the West a close, personal relationship to the spiritual realm. Conventional modern belief is that unexplained beings such as Faeries, Gnomes etc… are simply animals, insects, and other scientifically categorized beings that could appear humanoid to the drunken eye, as one runs among the tall grass. However, on-screen such creatures are bequeathed life so vibrant that it seems to dull one's own existence.

"Saving Private Ryan" is a film by Steven Spielberg, an American film director known for flights of whimsy involving victimized children, humanoid extra-terrestrial entities, and extremely stylized (often cartoon-like) depictions of historical events. In this film, there is a "titular" line, that is, a line referencing the title of the film. Although no one involved in the production of this scene has actually been involved in any way in combat, there is a palpable sense of reality in the air. There is a beautiful documentary-like visual style to these proceedings, my friends, and it skillfully carries us like a roller coaster throughout the completely asinine script(1). After trudging through miles of gruesomely realistic footage of soldiers dying, the line goes something like this: as a drool-mouthed soldier mumbles to the monomaniacally self-serious Tom Hanks main character something along the lines of "Well, if there is one good thing that came out of this whole mess, it was Saving Private Ryan." And the Oscar goes to...

Spielberg is one of many American artists inspired by the painter Norman Rockwell, who shares a similar stylized approach to depicting reality in his art. One way that Steven Spielberg shows us his view of reality is when little boys cover Robin Williams' unclothed torso in fingerpaint in his film "Hook." Although titled "Hook", this film is actually about a strange old man who thinks that he used to be a magical boy named Peter Pan, and relives these days of fancy by traveling to a magical land (eerily reminiscent of a particular "magical" theme park in the real world) and dressing up in strange costumes with many little boys(2). Horror of horrors, his son has run off with another man (the "Hook" in question), and poor Robin must dress up in all sorts of ways and say all manner of absurd quotations in order to regain his son's love. Adding credibility to his claims of being Peter Pan, he similarly possesses a tiny, glowing, yellow lady whom he keeps in captivity (portayed and consummated on screen by the unflappable Julia Roberts). The original lead actor considered for this film was none other than Michael Jackson.

Spielberg is also the first film director to successfully harness the filmmaking advances of the great auteur Stanley Kubrick and emerge with a marketable, original style (albeit one with a sole identifiable trait being that of a rather amazing brand of sadistic optimism). He had used it to successfully depict to us the possibilities of friendly contact from "extra-terrestrial" beings. For years, Spielberg claimed to be unwilling to depict the possibility of earthly contact from unfriendly extra-terrestrials, basking in the glow of box office results coming from early phantasms such as "E.T." and "Close Encounters of the Third Kind." His current "shock tactics era" (sparked by the enormous approval generated by his covering of the horrific events addressed in "Schindler's List") reached a very extreme low when S.S. resorted to making a tribute the most audience-baiting entertainment production ever aired, "War of the Worlds." Did he intend for viewers to run out of theatres and commit suicide in the streets ala the classic radio production? However unlikely, it is not out of the question. Perhaps causing nightmares for a new generation of children ungroomed by the friendly touch of "E.T." is enough to satiate him. "E.T." just wants to touch you. Let him heal you with his touch, and he will let you fly away with him.

It is all very reminiscent of a magic carpet ride, which seems to land in the very same theme park alluded to before, the world of The Notoriously Litigious Walt Disney Studios. Before S.S. introduced us to the wonder and magic of being touched by aliens, a butt-obsessed entrepreneur and 33^rd Degree Scottish Rite Freemason named Elias Disney guided us into a land where Good was represented by beauty and Evil was represented by ugliness. Not only were children a defining theme of this man's catalog as well, they have continued to be somewhat of a captive audience before the disturbingly cheery façade of Mickey (who does not resemble a mouse), Goofy (whose face more resembles a side of ham than that of a dog's), Donald (a duck with severe anger management issues), and others (…). Children are publicly harvested by the Disney corporation, set forth when they are ripe to be plucked by the masses. Recent excruciatingly public, sexually-themed scandals with stars such as Vanessa Hudgens, Britney Spears, her sister, Justin Timberlake, Lindsay Lohan, and the tragically young Miley Cyrus all have in common the grinning glare of the Mouse network.

"I don't want anyone touching me. I'm tired of everybody touching me," allegedly uttered a freshly-tattooed Britney Spears, being questioned as she famously shaved her own head at a public hair salon. She was shaving off every bit of control that she could afford, as her hair fell off so did the public image of her so precious to the careers of her handlers. The true esoteric significance of her tattoos is a topic to be debated by others. Just for fun, try a quick google search of the Monarch Program and I assure you that you will not be dissapointed.

The underlying power of magic and whimsy is in the visual manifestation of the spirit world. Through this power, it may seem to some as though the only magic on Earth lies in Disneyworld, or the mystical power captured ..uloid by wizards such as Spielberg and his ilk. What in actuality is occupying Disneyworld is a maze of automatons and surveillance devices, with an underground facility stretching larger-than or equal-to (depending on conflicting reports, T.N.L.W.D.S. doesn't have any public say in the matter) the size of the surface wonder-land that contains (among other things) a large prison and containment facility to hold dissidents. And behind Hollywood, there is only a sign.

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2008 - 1988 (Revised)

MEANWHILE...

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Eire

"The followers of Partholon were said to be the first to invade Ireland after the flood, but the Fomorians were already there…" – J. Morris, Place Names of Lancashire

Where do one culture's Gods go when that culture is usurped? No matter how deeply cultural terrorists may attempt to weed out the heathen roots of society, these roots go so deeply into the Earth that they are intertwined with the very foundations of knowledge. This is evidenced in the popular film Transformers, a modern-day pagan battle cry for martial victory on behalf of what is right.

The Black Fomorians of Northern Ireland were surely sinister in appearance to their neighbors on the island. Although it is a pre-requisite fact that all of Europe receives it's birth and namesake from a beauteous maiden who fornicated gladly with a sea-monster, Ireland received some very special visitors in the early days of its history. Said to be either (1) wearing all black or (2) actually black in color and bestowed with the heads of Deadly Goats, these roughnecks emerged from the sea and began to procreate rapidly, as was the style in that time. They also were really into slaughtering locals, and kidnapping their children and eating them, according to the hazy recollection of decendants of people from that time. Like an otherworldly plague or parasite, they exist as an example of the depths of depravity that are reached when one ignores the message of, say, "The Good God". And indeed, the Dagda Himself, as well as kith and kin, were dragged into battle for many long days and nights in order to exterminate these foul goat fish people.

At least 750 years before the building of the pyramids at Giza, a similar sort of archeological technology was put to use in an area of Ireland now known to us as the Carrowkeel Passage Tombs. Located among the Bricklieve Mountains, these "Tombs" actually more resemble a loosely organized series of pyramidal entrances (which from a bit of a distance more closely resemble "piles of rocks") seemingly going into the hill. They are assumed to be tombs because of the presence of very ancient bones, notably a glut of tiny, child-sized bones. Although gruesome, it is likely that these hills were inhabited by the Fomorians, and the bones were those of their unfortunate victims. Perhaps they are from longer ago than we think and the hills are very advanced, or perhaps these were the retarded cousins of the Atlantean refugees who built Egypt. The tombs could have even been built here in order to commemorate the souls of the people eaten by the Fomorians and used for their illicit parties. Regardless, the proportions and concepts suggest a similar lineage, and these unnatural formations in the hills suggest and immense and otherworldly presence in our world.

So here in this spot Vanessa and I find ourselves, fully enmeshed in the beauty of Eire. After a stunning visit to Tesco, our chums at Stitchy Press (Willie and Natalia aka the Ghastly Grimey Orchestra) are soon dragging our lazy American asses up the mountain in their charming vehicle. We park and experience a lot of sheep, but they are generally small, white and friendly. They are largely uninterested in us aside from the possibility of consuming our clothing in some nasty sheep orgy of gnashing mouth lust.

So as the story goes, the Tuatha Dé Danann, the "Good God" and his pals, defeated these creatures, driving them from their mountain strongholds back into their home in the sea. Regardless of which side you sympathize with in this battle, it is clear that the area was chosen in the first place because of its nature as a true place of power, from the molten core of the earth and the Black Sun inside.

I felt the power seeing Natalia walk gracefully atop the highest "Tomb" in our sight and stretch, the sun glaring in my face as I climb up the hill. I can tell that Willie feels the power as he suggests that there must be amplifiers and doom vibrations wemitting from atop the mountain. We all can hear the strains of distorted, feedbacking string vibrations coming out of the "Tombs" that were all acting as psychic amplifiers. It was not even 24 hours later that everything had grown large and I sat with them in their yard amongst giant, huge plants that had assumed ridiculous proportions overnight, perhaps to compete with a menacing, Frankenstein-like set of trees that were violating the area with their presence nearby. They were gigantic on that very vulgar morning.

On Carrowkeel, the sun could have been large enough to justify worship, but inside those tombs it was small enough to hold in your hands. They were cold and dank places, deathportals.

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Sol / Inanna

1. You can sometimes rely on the horns of the moon.

2. You can always rely on the rays of the sun.

3. You can often rely on the the spectre of the moon.

4. The rays of the sun reach out to you because they are hungry.

5. The sun is waiting to consume 1/3 of the planet, licked clean.

6. You are made out of water.

7. Water therefore carries thoughts.

8. Thoughts are like children, they wander and run free, or bend under control.

9. The solar flare is the mother and father.

10. Respect the horns and flames of your destroyer.

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NASA, The Black Ops Lie (Amsterdam Junkies and Paris Trash)

We spent our first week or so (aside from pleasant visits to Monaco and Lyon) in the Cote D'Azur region of France in a town called Mandelieu. The typically beautiful weather of course transformed into cloudy skies, downpour, or howling winds upon our arrival. In many of the places that we went to, we were informed by locals that "it is not usually like this", because by the time we stepped off the plane, train, pumpkin, etc..., the clouds had already begun to gather in preparation for our arrival. This region was interesting in that, as a Mediterranean climate, it featured various unique plants and wildlife, such as the Cork Tree. You can take a circular blade, cut yourself a nice cylindrical cork out of fresh Cork. Apparently there is a danger of Cork Tree Exctinction in our lifetime.

{Vanessa observing a Cork tree. Inset photo is a detail of the same tree.}

{View from a cliff that we jumped into the Mediterranean Sea from. Inset is a marker from the same area signifying the human losses in WWII to the anti-Nazi resistance, featuring a dominant Cross of Lorraine.}

Any trip to France is not complete without a bizarre and horrifying car-ride through the mountains. Our steed was the "Kangoo" (borrowed from Vanessa's brother) and our destination was the Langedoc region and the walled city of Carcassone. The first attempt to make this journey was thwarted subconsciously by the aforementioned sibling, so he allowed us take the trip alone with his vehicle. It was very exciting to see the old ruined Cathar and Templar castles. The whole area is a peculiar contradiction – that is, alive with dead energy.

{Truck seen on the road to Langedoc featuring an inverted pentagram and the Baphomet. Inset is the ruins of a Templar Preceptory, located not far from Rennes Le Chateau.}

Previous to our trip to the Langedoc region, we had journeyed to Mons (in Belgium) in search of an ancestral relic, only to find a re-occuring theme in the art of the local Catholic Churches involving the presence of Fish-People. On the doorways, there were Mer-men and Mer-women, squirming comfortably next to St. Joseph and the Virgin Mary. Also, it is generally customary at these places to keep at least one holy person's skull on hand. For example, the Sainte-Wadru Church in northeast Mons had many plague victims buried just under the marble floors, as well as the bones and 'relics' (items such as paper or clothing touched by the saint's corpse). Many such relics are not the actual bones that they are purported to be, just random bodies dug up and given a new lease on death.

{Things are not as they seem at Rennes Le Chateau. Clockwise from top left: Vanessa utilizing a water faucet that is coming out of a rock, the Virgin Mary behind bars, the Tour Magdala actual size, the Tour Magdala from below.}

The first place that we visited in the Langedoc was the bizarre tourist-trap Rennes Le Chateau. The town itself has become a sort of esoteric theme park due to the publication of several popular books dealing with subject matter from or inspired by the history of this locale. You do not have to pay to go inside the famous St. Madeline (Magdalen) Chapel (which has a history dating back far beyond the recent legends of buried treasure), but you do have to pay a fee to visit esoteric bad-boy Beringer Saunier's quarters or the famous Tour Magdala that he built. The church was very interesting and lovely, but the real appeal for us was the majestic Corbieres Hills and the foothills of the Pyranees located in the surrounding area. After burrowing our way through several visiting tour groups, we made our way around the hills and began to wander around. Many snakes made their presence known as we made our way back from Rennes. In my blurry far-vision, what appeared to be a tiny castle tower on a cliff led us on an interesting trip down the Cul Du Paradis, or Mountain of Paradise, that Rennes sits upon.

{Close-up view of the Tower that drew us into the mysteries.}

At that valley on the side of Cul Du Paradis, there is a field containing several odd, seemingly unrelated things. Strikingly, much of the plantlife within a wide area in the field has been flattened in a circular fashion. Aside from the tower that attracted us to the area initially, there was a very archaic, non-functional fountain just taking up space.

{Note the unaccompanied Roman-style column immediately to the right of the fountain. The village of Rennes can be seen atop the hill, the Tour Magdala is clearly visible toward the left side of the hilltop.}

As we were taking in the situation, Vanessa noticed a rather odd tree that led us to another discovery, LE *AC*E COEUR.

{The tree in question.}

{LE *AC*E COEUR, outside and interior.}

This was clearly significant. The first thing that came to mind was that this was some sort of tomb. In fact it was very similar to a set of ''tombs'' in a mountainous region of Ireland that we had visited earlier. Regardless, I found myself under the distinct impression that something had materialized inside LE *AC*E COEUR and attacked my regenerative principal. Luckily things worked out for the best.

{Carcassone, historic and less-so, clockwise: the walled city under the cloudy moonlight, the Fishowl, the Fish Ladies of the town fountain, and the Fish Man who is on top of the fountain.}

Like Rennes Le Chateau, Carcassone also enjoys a great surge of tourist interest because of interest in the Cathars and the Knights Templar, known to frequent the region in the days when the Catholic Church was one of the world's superpowers. Many of the churches in the Langedoc region had signs in the front stating matter-of-factly they were still in the jurisdiction of the "roman catholic cult" and therefore you must be respectful and not litter, have unattended children, radios, etc... Sometimes you leave a part of yourself somewhere, sometimes places become a part of you. Science cannot explain this sort of stuff, but that is why we have the ''Holy Bible''.

{A re-occuring theme throughout Europe. From Rennes Le Chateau.}

You often hear that Europe has more ''history'' than the United States from U.S. citizens travelling abroad. I suppose by this, generally these are grandchildren+ of Europeans, they mean the history of their people. But most exciting part of all this for me personally is the rich history of plague, war, and natural disaster. We saw skulls almost everwhere we went (and Shrek ads). However, there was one place where there were no Shrek ads at all (but plenty of skulls): Amsterdam. Our peripheral vision in Amsterdam was unfortunately populated with junkies, taggers, and other assorted hangers-on who want to waste your time and take some unspecified thing from you. Death Portals and areas of happiness, and much like the Heaven and Hell depicted in Bosch's "The Garden of Earthly Delights" many people have things shoved up their butts. The city itself was beautiful, I very much look forward to going back. We did not visit the Anne Frank House.

Ireland was very lovely as well. We flew into Dublin, but almost immediately were taken to Leitrim by Willie and Natalia of Stitchy Press. They brought us to visit the Carrowkeel Passage Tombs.

{To the left, the Donkey Rest Home. To the right, the Carrowkeel Passage Tombs.}

These were very similar to what we would later visit under Rennes Le Chateau: a group of many different man-made stone formations on the side of a mountain. They were somewhat pyramidal in structure, but more round. I was later informed by Willie and Natalia's neighbor that in fact they were not tombs, but energy vortex points that utilize knowledge dating back to the time of Atlantis and Lumuria. It would seem that they had a similar energy and resonance to the ''tomb'' that we visited in Langedoc. Willie was certainly feeling it as he imagined giant bass stacks and guitars resonating off the mountain, decimating the countryside with negative ions.

After a few crazed nights of Guiness-fueled debauchery and Irish-style Pagan thuggery, we went to Dublin to perform in the most famous city of the whole country. It was very loud.

{Dublin gutter, with inset photo of poppy plants growing in a front porch in Dublin.}

{Things got a little weird at the Dublin airport.}

Paris is the filthiest major metropolitan city in the Western Hemisphere.

{St. Michel statue, Paris. Inset photos: (left) detail of Graffiti on Lucifer's arm from the statue (right) detail of garbage left behind by soccer fans from Italy.}

{Detail of fish-dragon from the St. Michel Statue.}

In Paris, people are eating garbage off of the street and there are sandwiches and baguettes all over the ground. It is the world's garbage dump. Greek people yell at you while standing in front of spinning meat. Everything ends up there eventually.

{The Sphinxes of Paris.}

{The pigeons of Paris. Inset photo is the top of the Sphinx statue pictured above.}

However it was filled with much serpent and dragon imagery, which was all very lovely. Apparently, the area beneath Paris is a huge underground lair for a major headquarters of the interdimensional Draconians, which is not surprising at all if you've ever been there. Garbage street, spinning meat.

{King Charlemagne of the Franks, his horses, and two Axe-Men. In front of Notre Dame Cathedral.}

There were a lot of other things that we got to do as well, which we are very grateful for. These are the things that I wish to share with you, however, and I hope that it has been a pleasant experience. Thanks to all who helped us in our research, and expect Nature Presence this Winter. Thank you - Love -  Joseph.

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