THE TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT OVER MATTER

THE TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT OVER MATTER

"Because it has something... that you don't have, Max. It has a philosophy, and that is what makes it dangerous."
-Videodrome

"War alone keys up all human energies to their maximum tension and sets the seal of nobility on those peoples who have the courage to face it."
-Benito Mussolini

I have accepted my death. I came to this world from a higher dimension of spirit and if my life has been pleasing unto my Almighty Creator- then rather than sink below when I leave, I will return to a higher dimension of spirit.

In the meantime I am here in this coarse, base world of matter- this lower dimension.

As NMGM, our opponents will never comprehend our philosophy- will never grasp our thoughts, will never encompass our understanding.

They are sunk in an abyss of illusion, in deception. Beyond illusion and beyond these finite dimensions is the non-human source that is at the base of power, at the scaffolding of our vision.

What will the masses think? We are not murderers but warriors- visionaries and pioneers of a New Malton which must emerge.

Revelations 21:1-4 is at the basis of our philosophy, along with a living flow of inspiration which we as mortal beings cannot fully fathom:

Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

-21:1-4

We are certain to face trials and even loss of life for our fight.

Yet we are stoic in the face of the martyrdom and in the face of death.

This stoicism, this hardness, this grim and cold determination in the face of enemy bullets- signifies the triumpth of spirit over matter.

Malton has become chaos. There is no order, there is no law, there is no governance. There is not even community or solidarity.

Malton has become a place of crass individualism, vacant of collective spirit.

It it thus that in this hollow shell, this abyss of base matter- we as the appendages of spirit enter and we penetrate. We are here to bring about the triumph of spirit over matter. And should die our transcendent cause then our very death shall accomplish our aim.

Shearbank is ours, belongs to us and is the subject of our governance. Those who wish to dwell in our territory must come to us and must register with us as citizens. Let us build our community, let us build Shearbank and let us build a New Malton. Therefore- long live Shearbank! Long live Malton! And DEATH to the forces of barbarism. We represent civilization, we represent Spirit- our foes represent Matter. How shameful their condition, how tragic their blindness of heart- their lack of conscience of vision.

Nevertheless, we must carry out our grim task of performing a needed surgery by removing these lower forces from Shearbank. Their sentence is execution and their identification is their refusal to register with us as citizens and bestial will to hold Malton in a pit of ignorance and selfish individualism. This will is to be broken.

May Almighty God guide our soldiers and may the putrid stench of opposition be extinguished. A New Malton is buried underneath the present decadence and awaits our firm hand to raise it above the lifeless dirt. Come to our Discord, register as citizens. Better yet, join with our transfinite soldiers and cause. Fight as one of our guerrillas- for a purpose which is beyond the material dimensions that the masses can't see beyond. Should you decline to join our soldiers or at the least register as a citizen in the building of a new civilization, the construction of a New Malton- then leave Shearbank or face execution at the hands of those who have eyes to see and ears to hear. Harken to us, Malton. Arise out of the faceless masses and join our soldiers, as immortal spirit arises out of corporeal matter.

- Amir, Jade Division, NGLM Caliph