Version .5 of Scriptures - Rules and Regulations Edition 1.0

After all my years of researching texts from many different sources I believe I have found the answer to a large portion of my questions. The secret lies in discipline. Our souls are disciplined and thus we must be equally disciplined to harness that power. In this regard I will dedicate countless hours of my hours of my life from here on out to become a monk of Chaos.
5 Hours of my day 6 days a week will be dedicated to the study of things warriors are made of. 1 hour a day will be dedicated to the study of guns albeit rifle or pistol or both. 1 hour a day will be dedicated to the study of blades and swords albeit knife combat or sword combat. 1 hour a day will be dedicated to martial arts albeit hand to hand sparring or learning new techniques. 1 hour a day will be dedicated to meditation for the process of clearing the mind so that we may focus more intently on our goals as monks. The final hour of the day will be dedicated to large scale rituals albeit singular goals or a group project. Our rest day will be Friday as it has become a normal night of merriment in our society we should be free to do what we want however there will be a group ritual on this day no singular rituals.
No formal wear will ever be required unless particularly declared by the ritual at hand. Most Friday rituals will require color coding but again no required formal wear.
As the starters of this sect of Chaos we will all start at the lowest ranks teaching each other until we maintian our status as grand masters of our art. A year predicted training time will produce this rank.
I am trying to convince a true Erisian to join our ranks to complete the first group of 5 to go through the rigorous unknown training regiment. We have with us a journeyman that I personally trained for almost 6 years, A true master of death and one of the best friends I've had through the years he is also an Erisian leaner but not true and a true beginner. The true beginner will be the one to be truly tested. The regiment is designed to break down the mind of the most chaotically aware so even the master will feel as the beginner.
A random 6 week period of Chaotic "fasting" will be induced at random periods to help further our minds development into true warriors of Chaos. The fasting period will be based on Chaos skill level of the monk. More experienced members will have a more rigorous 6 weeks than those of the beginner status.
First week is the inital fasting inducing gnosis for 30 minutes a day and et cetera. Week 2 will increase all numbers. Week 3 will add things like servitor creation once a day et cetera. Week 4 will increase all numbers. Week 5 will be the ritual week. Instead of doing just the hour long rituals we normally do everyday the monk will perform one more ritual of his choosing early in the morning while it is still dark plus his normal daily tasks of week 4. Week 6 is the best (or worst) week of the entire fasting. Once an hour of every hour of the day the monk will wake himself or take a break and listen to quotes of Chaos while envisioning or staring at the symbol of Chaos for 15 minutes straight. On top of his Normal tasks from Week 5. Of course if the beginner can't handle the level of the tasks it can and will be reduced. The master must increase the tasks accordingly until he feel he can't even handle the tasks. There is no minimum or limit of the things one can do for fasting. The main focus is to permit a 6 week period to reflect on Chaos. The other major focus should be areas the Monk is weak in. It is a 6 week period of strengthening.
The monk in beginner stages will maintain a "normal" life. As in a job and everything necessary to live in the modern world as well as maintain his life as a Monk. We are trying to become modern day monks for Chaos which means we must encompass everything that life has to offer. Maybe after the year training period we will start training methods for 24/7/365 though the process still has kinks we need to work out as a group.

The Legacy is begining before our eyes...

There will be a Church. A Church for all of us to worship. A Church where we may practice marksmanship. A Church where we can practice Martial Arts and have plenty of mat room. A Church where we can practice the Occult and test our mettle against everything and anything. A Church where we can meditate on everything we have learned will learn and will never learn. A Church where we can fill our ears with the wonderful sounds of EBM and Industrial. No one could stop us from creating this Church. No one has the power to fight against our Church. Together we can start a movement into bettering our lives as Chaotes. Warriors of Chaos from every part of the globe will come to our church either to fight against or to join the ranks.

Immanentizing the Eschaton

Judge

"I am an agent of CHAOS."
"I'm like a dog chasing a car. I have no clue what I'll do when I get one!"
"I'm going to perform a magic trick. I'm going to make this pencil disappear... Voila! It's gone!"
"Why so serious?"
"Let's put a smile on that face"
"Do you know how I got these scars?"

Dreamstate

Every dream revealed here is first person.

Traveling in a vehicle of older origin it of course dies and end up stranded. Traveling through the town during daylight, the townsfolk don't respond as one would think. It's all hallow's eve and night fells upon the town rapidly. There's parties in all the houses with no music. Looks as if people are being sacrificed or murdered. Survivors meet up and decide that their road to salvation lies in travel. Picking up a lead pipe an odd demon appears in the junkyard. Covered in car parts to recreate some sort of medieval armor with a cyberpunk appeal he rushes. He's faster and more powerful but the lead pipe finds its mark... Many times. He bleeds oil and afterwards the church seems like the only safe haven. The demons can't tread in water so there's a moat around the church. The water supply is quickly cut off and the three most powerful demons show up to the church to make a deal with yours truly. Locked in a room a vortex is summoned and casting out the demons for good. Open eyes.

Working for a mafioso type boss. He wears a white suit and sucks on a cigar while giving the job. "Hey man I need you to off this one silly bitch" reply "Sure thing. Same ole same ole then?" "Nah I want you to enjoy yourself first." "Wait what?" "I want you to fuck the silly cunt first" "Um alright. Sure thing boss"
Scene changes and the hunt for the female begins at the club. Wearing my best suit and go into mack mode. A few drinks and some flirting later in her hotel room. Going at it and the switch doggy style. Still got the pants on because was focused on just fucking. Pull the chrome 9mm out of the pants. She doesn't notice over her howls of ectasy. Take the other hand and screw on the suppressor place the weapon to the back of her head and spray her thoughts on the wall. Wake up.

Show up to a vineyard with the mission that no one should be living at this location. The first thing found is a 2 foot wrench and 12 men proceed to their deaths. Open eyes

4.1 Modifications to original posts

New Grimoire in the works. Much smaller opening and more practicalities added to it. Already started Appendix Alpha with the practical applications of the things researched. Nothing else too important besides that.

16 men on a dead man's chest

We start the next part of the Legacy here