THE M.PS TAROT KARD DECK SUPPLEMENT

•  MAKGIC
• KONTENT'Z
• 1. MK.TEMPLE.
• 2. MK.CIRCLE.
• 3. MK. ALTER.
• 4. MK.SCOURGE. DAGGER. CHAIN.
• 5. MK. HOLY OIL.
• 6. MK. DOLE.
• 7. MK. KANE,Z.
• 8. MK. MVG,Z.
• 9. MK. WEED.
• 10.MK. LAMP.
• 11.MK. KROWN.
• 12.MK. ROBE.
• 13.MK. BOOK.
• 14.MK. BELL.
• 15.MK. LAMEN.
• 16.MK. FIRE.THURIBLE. CHARCOAL. INSENSE.

 MK.TEMPLE

This is my whole omniverse, which is circled squared, the holy temple of maacknaztie who,s,

temple contains many room,s, fashioned by the ever envolopeing body of the universal

darkness, the inter – diamentional box,s, in box,s. Circled in continuum, and I maacknaztie

dances in the center of all.

MK. CIRCLE

Around me the svpa garland of the wreathed time + space, my emerald haven, surrounds, me

as I hold the key, the madjick circle shows and tells my great work, four times, and five as the

major arkana falls down, around, me, while I dance the spirals of the new world order, in the

rosey garland, passing infru, one box at a tyme, one womb, infinite intra – spaced room,z, fru

out time and space secreted infoldments of the universal sway, and from the belly of knuitford

I come the holy laird of the new aeon, this tardick, circle, is as large and as small, as it is, I

live inside this madjeztick circle, with each room, I enter, I find myself sat with the kard,z, in

front of me, I traverse, infru werever, the wheel turn,z, far or near, according too my limits, im

maacknaztie on the square, at the city center in madchezta, while the system, ever circles,

infolding ever outward,z, and inwards, vril multiplying increaseing and decreaseing, in

multiple exsitance ever static, ever moveing, everness, the endless day,z, im, in the center of

the circle in my madjeztic pipe system, in the ten squared tarot, this is my point. I am the rose

the mkroix me the bridegroom, the annointed, english rose me and the universe entwined

together, one, unifyed the T, is my pipe,z, my ginnel,z, which are ten orbs, elid,z, in the

madjeztick pipe system, corresponding with everything, the more I learn the more they mean,

around mk.T, is a triangle, inside my madjeztick circle, I hold in my hands the two sides of the

apex of our holy order,

 Which ont one knows the other, the omniverse is equal too the place that I am, and here I

stand upon the square the 32nd kard is all, the key to the deck, in spite of the freedom to do

what I want, im limited into each square box of the universal space, the universe is also the

full length of my days, and the breath of my time, each step = a fate, = a kard, = destiny, all

my work, only extends, about me, my space and time is prisimed in limitation, prison cell,

proportions, in everything, on a rotateing circle, and my name wrote in the garland wreath,

ADEPTII, maacknaztie, the wheel is green, and my name is blood red wrote in the wheel of

4toon, the holy T, = tarot, is red and surrouning that, in the outer cicle are the silver stars of

the madjeztick pipe system, the draconian brotherhood of lite, I was given, my adepti title by

my step dad kard/pipe, 16th , these fallen stars are the 28th kard/pipe.

 MK. ALTER

The crux of my great work, the madjeztick pipe system, the picture diagram, represents, my

fixed will my solid willance, fixed by the fourth ginnel, and the square of ten shows the ten

ginnels like 4 . 10, = 1+ 2 + 3 + 4 or 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. as the law of maacknaztie. ( se

the reform section at the back of this book, ). Within my alter all my fings are kept.

My fings are shown on the sides of the squares, this shows that everything is subject too the

mk laws and madjeztick order, this alter, is made of spiritual madjickal indestructable, stuff,

and fixed stolid in creation, my table is a double cube, diced, with symbols signifying my

works, within the tarotic artwork is the doubleing of the cube is the squareing of the circle, the

answers too all the worlds problems, on the top, is the madjeztick pipe system, which is

sacred law.

 Which contains the promice of the law, the secret of the resurected life, and eternal afterlife

maacknaztie,z law is the same as the ark, the covenent of the old world, the teachings of the

madjeztick pipe system, are the same teachings of the ancient craft, of the wise children of

abraham, the fellow adeptship, is the culturial religion of planet earths universeal law for all.

The whole alter is measured to the size of the omniverse, with its golden height streching up

to heaven, the great golden city, madchezta, the sacred law and the crusaders of ancient

freemasonry are the keepers, guardians of the universal language of this maatian document of

mak/god, the profits of the world which forever belongs too all.

 MK. SCOURGE. DAGGER, + CHAIN.

Mk, scourge, the dagger, and the chain, they represent my systematical punnishment, of the

old god,z, judgement, the chain bound me to the wheel of my 4 toon, the rota, the barrel, the

dagger told me off in the name of jesus christ, the old god, spitting his rightous law, down

upon me, and the scourge was the game beat the klock the ordeal created by those ancient

spirits of kaoz, which by the way comes down not only on me but all you too, the new world

order will not rest until compleat lock down under sovrignity is done, now stupidly these three

spirits are also alchemical agents = sulpher, mercury, and salt, sulpher = the scourge = the

burning pain and eternal suffering, the damnation of punnishment, mercury = the dagger, the

daned punnishment of the disipline spoken from the rightous mouth of the messengers doble

edged sword, which cuts down all of us in our sins, now lasly salt, the pain and suffering of

the whippings in the game beat the klock, the evil which binds us in the great wheel of 4

toon, where this all keeps me keen to delight in the devil.

 MK. HOLY OIL.

This scourgeing of my krimm krime,z, is the pressure under which the evil dictators of the

unriotous spirits of the dragon which prey down upon me in our order, each one must be

crushed and beaten into submission, until eventualy the stress of my opposition produce,s, a

outcry, from these three evil spirits which are sent from those above, too persecute and

threaten, even punnish me, with all their rites, of their ancient religion, false though in the lite

of the new age, me aspiation, in the svpa and ultra violent ritual, and ceremonial beat the

klock game, the time binds these evil fates of this world, my madjickal oil consecrates all my

stuff in my temple, all these things here wrote about the spiritually charged ikons of the powers

of the god,z, the laws which by jelousy they stole, from our ancient ancester holy family tree

of life our khriztaz and cast him from his kingdom, Now the followers of the satanic knight,

sent down by false leaders, the pope the monarks, are the one that do these things to me, my

oil = aspiration, offered by there punnishment is for money, my table = alter top is made of

gold, croix my palm, there punnishments intensify beating me into the ground putting me

beneath them , blind impulseive spirits crushing down from on high, created by false god for

false profits, and I in hell, alone in the whole damed world, my aspiation as desire is trans

literated into the madjeztick pipe system, by competitive motives, of survival, and a rise to

power, from the momment I was born ive been admitted too these fundamentals, of

competitive impreachments, which make the lower class,s, aspire for the higher, their, higher,

which is false as ive been brainwashed pychoticaly and subliminally pressed in to lower

quarters, twisting and pushing me down with any method which seems too work, like a curse

to me they stare inward against the rise of the devil, I wanted to hate this but ive been

controled all the time by these invisible secretions of our false yet holy system, im fucked my

aspiration is drenched in failiure, and they know it as these three agents of the watchers

continue to belt me down and put me in my place, im weak, punnishished by the most

sublime way, by vile and evil messengers of the anarchy angels above, my oil is made of the

wisdom of their god,z, which I want yet never get, their law is wisdom, and this wisdom is

beat the klock, which was created by my step dad acting as a agent of my mother, who

deemed it to be as a supreme show and tell / sacrifice of love.

 By witchcraft from our family history, a sort of magic of satan, too carry out this plan in hope

too gain by their own wants, the empress of hizz royal madjezty maacknaztie my mothers hell

is self creative reproductive resurrection of eternal sadness, and sorrow the empress is woe and

eternally mad, satanic worshippers of power, a power which even kills their own svn, to prove

unto them selves their god, their power, evil laws and pranceing pope die beneath her power,

and even thogh I tell this secret here, there aint anything anybody can do the nature of the

mother is cruel, in a cruel nature of the world, these have the control, by none control except

mimmication, the sap of the milken honey the dew of the world tree, the life force of my food

is this bad, I am subject too these punnishments, even though in the game beat the klock she

never appeared and was out of the house that fateful day.

 THE KARD,Z ARE..

1. WENDY BELL, = EMPRESS, = PIPE 14TH

2. COLIN BELL, = POPE,= PIPE 16TH

3. ROBERT HENDERSON,= PIPE 11TH

My holy oil covers all the furniture, of mk.temple, its my consecrated art work, the sacred and

holy tarot,now here I cry into the aeon,z, too know who was the secret black hand behind my

unnessary punnishment, beat the klock.

THE ILLUMINATII.

 MK. DOLE

Kash/gold/power, this is the pantacle, the earthly food, of the god,z, by magical means the

gesture of the god,z, the magic the ancient magi stole, now infru all the suited plays the dole is

my succour for my body and temple £55, the holy vestual of all this unholyness. Top to

bottom, left to right, the mkroix spreads, from abyss to abyss, my dole is all creation, and

 nothing outside everything is made all is real, all is payed for in this system, even though I

play the right game, with the eight limbs of yoga, kard 16th , this coin still escapes me, as a

jealous punnishment for my gift, anyway, now im done with this planet my madjeztick order,

exstends from heaven and hell infru the system, but its not part of this kingdom, fuck em...

forever, these poor useless idiots begger angels forever mok them. Forever eternaly waxinin vril

of every phenomena is a holy fact a sacremental falsity this is planet earth eatin the mothers

sap, I have fallen into the most vilest lies and poisons, destroying my incarnation in the worlds

vril emenateing infru this planet, all life is a holy secret = sacrement, every truth and lie is

within this coin, the coin of the realm. But saying all this I must get involved in life, or how

ele,s, could I learn, whatever life throws my way I must accept with some strenth and brace

with confidence, keep moveing on. Forgetting my enemys, leaveing them standing in their own

jealousy, I hold my own and keeping to my self, embraceing the destiny that has been

unfolding all these years, winning or loseing in humble confidence, yet not too bighead,d, this

is not to say I know my path any more or any less than anyone ele,s, my time is fated, which

is automatic, but I still hope that this life of mine grows in its natural order, when I first clicked

to my destiny, in 1990 – 2000, I thought madly, that I had svpa – powers, which were

madjickly fated from the god,z, but all this was ego, I let it go in favor of the truth, which was

that it wasnt me who told the 4toon,z, it was the tarot, the momment I gave in to this, sanity

returned, I was the one who read the kard,z, too the world, this is what happens when alpha –

omega, opens to the fraternity, all the information is completely bewildering, causeing

catastophic reactions all over the place, I threw myself into gathering all the tarot knowledge

years of disipline and study, luckily the internet provided a large amount of information, yet

culture as a whole could not take all my toon,z, only to the limit of each individual, too the

point of their strength and weakness, I surrednered myself completely to the wisdom of the

kard,z, with not prdudice, I hungered after the 4toon,z, ambitiously addicted to the knowledge

and conversation of the madjeztick pipe system, the more I learn,t, the more I found that the

tarot contains the information, all the time anyway, I was mad about my new enlightenment in

the madjick of the tarot and travelled all the time, from book too book, in search of ancient

wisdom, of the holy sacred tarot, through out the ages, all subjects mathmatics, classics , and

so no, until the time when I realized that the artwork I always felt too produce was actually

too be the tarot kard,z my memmories had found a safe place, to be later on I also found in

my mnomic complexitys of my mind the designs for the madjeztic pipe system.

 The ultimate conception of the rose cross = mkroix, in this m.p.s. Is a compleat conception of

the multiversal matrix, the past present and future, of my destiny, all was fated in the symbol

of mak/god, my adeptii name is shown in these pipes, even an emblem, of my great work,

everything is in my tarot, my work has taken, since 1990, twenty years too sort out, and

remake continueously, every day, seven days a week 352 days of the year, finally I finished

my simple little system, at first I made my pictures, too big and stupidly and full of symbolizm,

eventually the true path had shown, itself to me and I completed my deck, thanks to the

aleister crowley book of thoth, equal to my the fool of the deck, the spring man the most holy

and secret grade anyone could have, now my kard,z, were perfectly formed between the thoth

symbolism and my own story, infruout the whole order, I am mak and the m.p.s. Is my

property, mine, a result of my mind and my mnomics, weaved infru the mkamma of my

destiny, and fate, everthing that I do in this order is a result of my memories I carry on, infru

my tarot because its the most holy and sacred document on the planet, its the tree of life, this

is told, but because of the next shuffle, then there,s, always the next reading unknown until its

layed out and read, the masonic last word, sometimes never spoken, so I dont know the end

or anything outside of my tarot knowledge, which is only, limited by whats been read so far,

the world to read, and soon the momment to surrender, my madjeztick pipe system, for you

all, but I dont know when this will happen, but im in my madjeztick rite,z, and ceremony, of

my tarots, mkkarmic path, then some sort of fate eventually should occur, I am here, they are

there, soon the world should fit the jigsaw into place, I dont ask for money but my tarot takes

money, I get paid from there, this is to keep the madjeztick lodge, as my destiny grows, my

fate grows, and also to love me is the key too this ledger, every act every thought, is important,

and keyed to my path, I go, it go,s, a very simple plan advanceing in my perfected destiny,

around and infru the tubal world order animated story of the hidden masters controling force,s,

beyound my conception, told to me via my tarot guideing and directing, me towards my

ultimate goal, when the last, trump trumpet peals the final judgement while I maacknaztie, the

fool in the tarot fatefully inscribed in and tied too, the barrel of life beat the klock forever

eternal, my sad birth, my sad life, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, death scares the shit outta me, but

the worst nitemare of it all is life eternally ressurected, over and over again like some fucking

nitemare, the whole truth of the taro is fucking misery, its very difficult, too make any kash, ive

only be able to summon the spirits of the dole, misery is poverty, ive never had any money, it

go,s, as fast as it comes, I dispair, trying too scratch, a livin, and failing in the process, I am at

 least hizz royal madjezty the madjeztick jeztaz khriztaz, maacknaztie, I have my kard,z but I

dont have my fame, no money me, and yet without boasting, im just as good as any other type

of reader, but too make money, too earn my livin, just escapes me, and my understanding, I

just keep working on my kard,z, trying too up grade my deggree and levil, and so sacrifice is

in the name of this game even though the suits have too be trumped by the majors there are

some minors which will assist, in the assention, towards the last trump, that inevitable suited

value must take place, automaticly the suits may occastionaly help me, its a bit dodgy, though

the underworld is a instinctive, play, choise is the key, kash will always get you what you

want, and so payment, is the proper key, in freemasonry rituals, I dont keep these suits too

close only using them when I need too, and I dont need them, money is a joke, a rotten little

commodity in our social currency, our competitive social system, all is money making, all is

craft and trickery, which the whole creative system is nothing more than illusionary, magic,

made mostly by liers and cheats all must be put, in its proper place, this I know graven into

my kashlines, by my dagger/weed.

 MK. KANE,Z.

My will is broken into two alpha omega snakes, my will is bad and good luck, and vice versa

when I say im H.R.M. Maacknaztie, the god of this nu divination order, the madjeztick pipe

system, then I am not and vice versa, crazy phycotic shite, but, its only for me to say, who or

what I am, and I awaiting the end and not any begginings, my training under the disipline of

the will of the secret cheifs, ive been in this ritual and ceremony, which under this order I am

and am not, so the unity of these two snakes are the only thing that taught this holy tarot

madjick, of which I may or may not be speaking of, makgic contains the art of the unreal, I

appear as I weird fool, because of this bad and good look, this broken will, which looks like

this. 11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20, / 21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,/ 31,32,/. Its

nessasary for me to read for those above, even though im only thir court jezta, my will has

been squeezed because this is their punnishment down upon me, disiplined into their new

world order, by hidden masters, cruel and competitive who, I made contact with in 1990,

when I turned 21 years old, upon receiveing this key, this is the true will, this is my

inhereitance, to lever my to a better degree, in the m.p.s class system, too establish a better

standered of living, for my family but up to this date, my destiny seems not to assend, there is

a problem, my partner sharon, has an illness, I have too care for her, she has ataxic gate, this

 is a bad business, we dont talk off it. Let me try too explain my position here, properly, as I

have said, I was born into the madjeztick system, of the madjeztick tarot, in november 7th

1965, this was the first will, I grew up in the pipeline, unaware, of my inheritance I lived and

noone knew me, I knew not of the maatian cheifs, but they all channeled me towards the

knowledge and conversation with them, infru the whole ritual and ceremony this came to me

that way the kardz prove this out, easy, still I grew and it was towards the end of the efirst will

that I became a bodybuilder for 7 years I lived ate, breathed bodybuilding, the gym that I went

to was run by big al, who was known as alan stevens who otrained and paid for my training

food and steroids, I had a partner who paid for my living expences and my girlfreind fed and

paid to gether they all looked after me, but this wasnt enough for me I wanted something else

which I constantly remained aluff. From my sad life from my life of routine I met lucy a tonic

to my universal saddness, this caused a problem with the rest of them my former assosiates, so

from this me and lucy fell into love, it wasnt long before all we wanted to do was 'shag' all

the time, eventually my relationship with the past ended quite suddenly, my 18 stone body

that got me working the doors in manchester and a 'top-bird' like lucy all came to an end a

new phase in my life had begun. Infru out this gap of era was a time of mobid depression and

emptyness life seemed pass by as tho I wasnt there, this cuntting behaviour, floating from this

dark room, I was claiming my inheritance, birthing into hiz royal madjesty, maacknaztie, my

eitheric ego of the chiefs of this new world order, I quickly lost my previous strength,

confidence and power but my future was now in my hands I was given the key to the tarot, I

was 21 years old I lost body, ego and spirt while everyone who thought they had power to

hate me and kick me whilst I was down did so but like a restless fool's soul, I carry on

because in my sacred hermitage I initiated into my 2nd will my true inheritance the tarot which

I took too quite well apart from the misunderstandings of the past.

My 2 children still visit, when they muster the enthusiasm and in the 2nd will I have

now a new partner Sharon Venables, with which she brought a new discipline by some

illuminated spirit which channelled my focus towards my madjestic pipe system tarot kardz,

which I have been trying to make, failing at every attempt. Pen not to paper. You just couldn't

make the link, but when I met Sharon it all changed the will was young and my inheritance

had began too speak its silent madjick and 20 years later im still here and we have spawned 5

boys, we live in knuitsford Cheshire where I am still in my hermetic state, but to make a living

with the m.p.s tarot is not possible in any and all areas, and we have to keep ties to our past

 submitting ourselves to there game and there gods, ill with ataxic gate, this is curse and a

blessing, it gives us a living but is an illness no the less, to live and raise 5 boys there are more

then enough arguments that are pushed through he inheritances, which echos over head, the

fates of god many interfirences from one demon or the other takes place yet I carry on, the

decks already made and secured, so the black lady of interference cannot grasp it,it is atleast a

male inheritance, it is mine, my nu divination, the madjeztick pipe system, so as you have

read the illness cause hard problems my tarot career the great tarot work which I do is not

shared or known to anyone but myself, to those who know, well they know nowt. I jeztaz the

savior of the 30th pipe wont accept it any other way, this is my answer and a tarot fact, a

complete truth is all I have but it is a simple unwealthy truth which trumps the minor which

seeks to destroy the m.p.s oppression punishment and mkarma are 3 of my enemies, but I am

victorious as I am here now, and if im gone then I am there and yet im still jezta ur christ I

live on forever I the only answer the only expression the only enigma tired lonely and mad I

sit raving and craving for occult mystery which compels me forwards angelic, maatians

guardians of my sacred destiny, my clash in pycizmz under the protection of my tarot guids

what over and even punish me through out this inheritance towards an eternal goal I surredn

to my birth right entirely beyond my own controll I am the property of all and none,i'm

myself my god, my jeztaz this is all (boringly enough) the reign falls upon me from the

monarky'z while I tring to survive with fool grade of our spiritual order dancing and prancing

for the god, for my birth right, pleasure will be all the strength of my art, which I completed in

the naughty decade (2000) I await my call from the angles from the 4 quarters till then I have

taken to writing my makjilk work, to tell the tale by the future and to my god I go.

Btu before I go, I remember I am here, beond sharons illness I abide in the aeonic

prphecy of the tarot which has me to look beyond the moon aeon which is after aquerius, and

look towards the 30th the 31st and the 32nd pipes/kardz looking upon the day that hiz royal

madjezty, jeztaz khriztaz krownd and konquering kid, the svn, god, mak, ra and I will be there

incarnational continum today eternal I have given you the key to the tarot the jeztaz khriztaz I

have walked the 7 hallways of this holy and sacred scroll, I am perplexed with my opinion,

but I am open to the the reading of the tarot and its mysteries and I hope to give this key to

the word one day soon so they too will know, and join this holy order, unto the centuries

forever our king will be in this planet an image of these things you can only atain if I let

youand show you but that is not possible, only I am the incarnation possible for this enterprize

 to take place and soon when we hold the inherant fleece I shall rest from my toils and bask in

the sun I have made the world the key, now the pipe grow and reaches into thought, mystical

disapline, of yoga fashists these whips from above but the point is concerntration and i'll leave

the concentration there.

 battle to dominate each others destiny for a supreame id-iocity, of her saveing me from hell

and takeing me to god so she can be redeemed, in the judgements of her god jao on her life,

though the gaps in animatic scenery, force down the phyco-matic inter-play of im better than

you are, argumenting rediculace trupms in the games, of which I refuse to relate too, this

dammed game of the gods and the godess,s, as a god I penertrate the empty flower, expanding

into a kundalenic mkakra slipstream, infruout this inter petaled one thousand and one

madjeztic sephirotic angels, which live, in the boundless body of empty space, continuum the

gods and goddess,s, at play all the time, their worthless beat the klock game, the ace of cups

of no return, a predudized , penertration hurts the flower as I plunge deeper and deeper, in the

lips of her golden cups, engulfing her circle with the shaft of the whole order, as I plunge

through the wetness, surrounded by fleshy crimson disk, her cup of life, wand and cup

entwind, seperate coition, mad and stupid love opposites in love, the bliss of me the

bridegroom, yet all is seperate, in the ultra- kaos, the waters are broken interfereces, of

misunderstood wave lenghs, memmories cast upon a endless ocean, platformed continents

adrift in space and time we pretend to know or even like each other, in the desire for sex, I

call the pictures in her soul, trumping them all the time, with the provoked effect of a

argument, many times over ive lost count, yet shes as mad as I am, the water soon passes from

this phyco mania, of black madjick, can only be helped by becoming black magic, I have

emersed myself deep into ladynuits, cuntin love, continuously gyroing, about me, her diamond

tripps lightly under the stars which fasinate, her instinct, twinkling in her madness, in the

oblivion her eyes she sees, me not, me jeztaz khriztaz, cos im nowt, in her eyes im invisible,

im intoxicated in her back channels of no reason, no cares, no worries, shes not there, I watch

her slipping in shadey doorways, gone forever, a hard day and nite, in the system, my minds

alienated, into occult dreams, woven in my cloven vortex, plungeing deeper, in to outer space

im lost in her wholyness, in her wet comely fanny, that when im there im doin it for me, shes

not there, hatefull hag, amused at this dreadfull journey, our emotions helter skelter embraced

in violent clutches, for the svpreamity of godhead, trumping, each other, over and over, holy

whore holy spacecraft, of the wise old snake upon the tree of our life, her mystery is death,

cruel and heartless, drowning in her virginal river, vampired, of my blooded seed, yet sex is

good, you figure it out, the eternal waters pour, from the cup of the aliens hand infru the

divine kanez, im done, with this unsexy earth, im not her saviour, I stand in the holy pipeline,

of my iherent destiny, the internal tubal structure, which extends from infinity to infinity.

 loseing themselves amoungst the conspiricy/deceptions of the jesus followers, but my sword is

lethal it divides, me from all things, friends family religion popes gods and kings, most happily

though past present and future, ever turning gyro, blazeing sword of mak, sliceing at the

scroungers attempting to steal from our holy tree of life/mps/secret order. If I rest, my sword for

a split momment these mad paracites, attack like crazy monkeys despots, insane in there

greed, these monkeys will do anything for, food, policemen use the sword all the time turning

thugs into holy knights, these are but little girls playing at gods, deceptive is the sword, so

beware, their word is the ancient law of moses/jesus, a religion lost in darkness, they are the

black brotherhood of the left hand path, their women are spitefull vampires, retarded bitchs

stuck up their cowardly husbands arses, global jewish prostitutes, sponsored by their pimping

husbands, shakeing on their knees clutching the cross of calvery, cheating their ways into holy

heaven, more fool the ancient order who lets them in, black lies fly past the moon, in the

darkness of the outer realms back too back they face each other, the guardians of the abbys,

watch their oversized exagerations, holding in there own hands their own down fall, pointless

violence, directed at our holy world, with their aspiation of trumping the little people,

captureing them locking them in box,s, the world is their prison their matrix, lucifers fallen

home, my mind is diced and sliced because of their love of game and fear of being

concoured, filling santa clauses gient sock with the stolen treasures from there blood bath war,

the guardians pass infru the elid/portals, into diamentional pipelines, in the madjeztick pipe

system, these black brothers think they are on some sort of divine mission, working for there

father/god, but these 999 freaks are basickly at heart mad, lieing blind deamonickal spiders

with the heads of dogs, barking at the moon, each believes in it brothers last lie, pathetic

charletans claiming unholy rites too read our holy order, these monkeys stand on each others

shoulders hopeing that some one at the top knows something all die in twisted deformed

madness, mr constable, the chief of the lodge of jesus christ is obviously the biggest lier of

them all, yet none are prepared too agree too tell the truth of their bastardly heritage o woe

betide there house of cards should fall, is the tension, tiny little masons, maniak ego deceivers

piggies snorting up there own fodder, dancing in circles around their masters voise, our true

holy god of our holy order would get on quite happily without these little piglets, they should

run all the way home, they are but a stain on clear perception, the true useage of the sword to

cut throgh crap and revealing reality, maacknaztie head of the order is a krimm, and you carnt

say your one of us unless you say it should be so in lite of the real battle in holy war,

 our fallen god is their fallen god, I as the head of the divine order I choose too lead you so I

may help my fellows infru the bulshit fancied by the illustious and money making ways, there

aint one in our order by any divine appointment, they have brought their grades like so many

toffees down some shady sweet shop, my own kind annoy me, when it came to telling the true

symbolizm, NEVER TRUST A PIGGI, if they say its gold then its proberbly tin, they summate

the sword into a date/box, and lock your carcass in it, not theres, they are sodamizeing

fuckers, if you hold the sword then they prosecute, you, claiming a title for god, but they truly

are only fucking monkeys, they are cut off from the spirit of god your prayer to them becomes

themselves, and our little piggi man trumps you all the way to strangeways, BIG HEADED

GOD/MAN, Heres an interesting link to this chain, the divine wills war, the word as reason, is

divided, the two snakes, twitching, in a nervous spark of life, the pope aint and never was

listening to the voises of the underworld, the kingdom is divided, house against house, divide

yourselves against him and rage war, the two snakes battle for eternal domination, for there

littered fueled eden, just look at tarot kard number 32nd pipe and youll, see maacknaztie/me

adeptii, jeztaz khriztaz, standing between, the two pillers, of the world, uniteing these

 opposites, the annointed one, manifested in the illuminatii, for you too see and hear, the sword

cuts up the spirit, and soon the sword will be still as this weed = air = sword = the fool, who

is i/mak all wandering, all penertrateing unstable phenomena, wildfire, violent force of nature,

the blazeing word, intoxicated with the jokes of myself our lord and master, inside the hollow

planet, the sword as a sword is shit, as ive mentioned its only good for the lower grades the

monkey men, BUT, I still use it, cos I inherited it, from my dad upon hiz death, I use it too kut

away all the bollocks of our system, madjickly destroying the enimies of the madjeztick

divinity, its also used to weild my marrige feast, but ive always sheathed it upon realizations

found in my chapter on the mvgz, money is the bread of life and the hunters sword gets the

gains, strikeing the terreor of the lord of the aeon into the hearts of the crimminal deamons of

the underworld, chaseing persecuteing, with hypocritical, airs and graces, the shameless fears

they sell to satan, they are already lost too this false mind, cheap ,treachery of the probationers

lack of knowledge, not even chosen into the greatest honour of the illuminatii, that could ever

of existed they get a gripp of you, and send ya, too the crown, courts which stretch outwards,

all over, the divination/kingdom, the crown behaves, like what ive already said, hypeing their

undivided fashions gross, all satanic and all presented, to the weak, and useless, as it, they

were the best thing, alive, promoteing our order in pompuss, facisizm, they carnt, not really

say these words of the lord without all pomp, they,r, always dieing and being reborn, by the

swords, mindless, sacrifices, factory, lined convayors incarnations in the name of making

money their swords have destroyed themselves like the snake, eating its own tail, every little,

stupid thing, has been, attacked, and the empire has hacked down, done in a dangerously, and

compleat down fall, infruout the ages, each generation, satanicly destroying its self and its own

kind, in its mad struggle too gain, a santa reward, harvesting from their gods, who at the last

trump will only reveal himself as satan, which they have worshipped, all their lives, the sword

has driven, a wedge right through the whole systematic world, hacking up all social finantial,

domestic, driving seperations, infru, familier spirits mother/father.sister.brother, each jumping

into a mad orgistic spirituality, a satanic contension and there the game, is fixed, mak foolishly

playing against, and he or I am the head of the madjeztick pipe system, a nu world order for a

nu generation, you carnt even, hope on traditional ideas while the sword slices away at all the

portions of the soul this body exist in a continuous nervous breakdown, with insight at the god

who dances that holy despot, who rules , maacknaztie dancing infru the underworld, with a

frivolous tripp, deccadance the monarks force down upon the people the people force down

 upon me i/we try too resist this foolishness the empiric oppotuneizm, for a quick pound so

understand the inter-play card play of this, and think before you play your hand, =

kard/idea/reason/sword/word, as they could rip your heart right from your chest, its their

nature, we all have too play the game, but im not keen on the game, I trust no thought as all

thoughts = zero, this sword divides god, its not good at all, ( think about this ), im nought a

hollow man, with this wind blowing, through but the wind is not me, the breeze = idea,/a

flame, which is the lite, my eternal flame, which dances and flikers about in the dark, the

winds/spirits pester, at my mind and sense,s, except I dont ralize these illusions, in my heart

and mind, I use my sword here and bannish, bad thought, which are wrote upon the

sword/weed, on my own sword I prefer my own name, as anyone would, I wirl my sword in

the name of mak, = svpamak, = svpapowa, if you read my kardz, youll know this name is my

adeptaz name, my madjickal spiritual self name/nikname, of which my sword is made from,

this name svpamak, is the root of all my artwork, of which I have made in the hope of giving

too my world, my bride, our goddess, to whom I lay down my name, for her to take my tarot

kardz, into the world where I might influence, the globe in some small way, its a nu way to

tell the ancient wisdom, too my clients who await with me in this system, incarnateing eight of

her children, by my bastardry, my blade extending my sword with the skills of foretune telling,

my weed/sword, spinning in my mind, anywhichway, flameing/sword/protecting the madchezta

tarot reader, the heart/mind of mak,

 watching and looking after my namesakes in this spiritual uprush, ive got stripes, but I still

stand as jeztaz in this hollow earth, when I was createing svpamak, I was in pain, as osiris, I

was cut up, I was in bits, all I could be was myself, and all I could do was be my self I did

this and this became my art, I united with the new adeptaz name svpamak/maacknaztie,

initiated agent, o,oo,ooo, and became a prothetic joke, svpamak will decend from the sky,

with a 4toon,=word/sword, with the vox of an alien/angel and the trump of god , abductions

shall take place all over the planet, up into the spacecraft, of the holy guardian alien, they

shall be with the lord of the new aeon maacknaztie, adept, svpamak, the madjeztick jezta of

the future aeonz too come maks 2nd rise they shall be caught up with their lord in body mind

and soul,this is the second mighty force of the nu law comeing too the world, where I with my

inherent prperty shall declare do what ya want is the law when our saints go marching infru

the divine plan/et/m.p.s/ooo/, here is my samadic union of my ordeal infru the spiritual morass

of the false magis, who oppress our ways im mak, im here to help those who help me, join

with me. Our love is sworn in the obedience of a madjickal life reflecting the good and bad

impressions, freeing me from the web of illusion created by the black lodge spirits who are the

enemys of this here jeztaz, cheap hak magicians, not worth mentioning, alone, but these hunt

in packs, the packs, I am free in a prison planet, the kingdom kum, shrounded by the

concubine, she who feeds on you my nemesis, I was initiated by the hirophant, of the m.p.s.

Tarot, I as normal was tricked into it as a good idea I was tied bound, too a beer barrel I was

whipped with a belt, kane, then a wireflex, whipped and punnished for wagging school, then

it became my inherent key opening too the interior secrets of the madjeztick pipe system, the

lost key now the found key, which is my ritual and ceremony, of the tarots jeztaz khriztaz,

while I was being whipped badly by this fucking mad/bad man, I begged and pleadedtoo be

set free but he just whipped and whipped and whipped, until I decided too start banging my

head against the fire hearth, harder and faster, and equaly madder, he saw himself he stopped,

I was untied and paraded infront of my brother as a warning, I rebelled all this for years, yet I

was always shown by this osirian god/man, that I was wrong I tried to prove that punnishment

was wrong, oh,no, though, I lived as a pauper I had no friends my life and conditions, were

designed to force me round too their way, over the years their distorted facts created by them

have grown around me even in the spirit worlds, which blankets me like a thick fog, they

undermind me and over authoritate me, telling punnished ideals turning me into silence and

darkness, if as at times I lose my temper with these people, they lock me up as a violent man,

 like the hulk, they started it I have to suffer it, and they dont give a shit for me or my kids,

very happy they are too put me down and out, black sheeped and sent to coventry, aleister

crowley. Well they love it when im scared of him and they hate it when I show that I like him,

they dance in a tactile way aroun my circleenimeys to the cause, stealing themselves away

abandoning me to the kingdoms mindless guards, biggoted monsters of the lower orda. Theirs

never a call for proof of their shanikins, they do their fing quite naturally, each fate occurs

privately and singular the gods are blind beneath the abbys they manipulate the strings of time,

in their own meaness, I am their son there aint much I can do about them, born a loser, and

they the self apointed winners, no questions asked, no one cares, and time gos on the people

who come into my life couldent help me if the wanted cos of the spiritual curses, im ignored

beside most have to go home for tea, ive no chance with those kind I find freindship is a two

faced empty chamber, I couldent prove otherwise, the tale is fixed no one can see or hear me

or understand, the problem wrote in the jeztaz 4toon, if the shoe fits, so im being forced into

their belief, that beat the klock is good, the judge said it was disipline, not punnishment, this

world agrees I have been treated accordingly, ive had to learn that pleasure is pain terror,

horror, suffering aint punnishment, its just disipline, for years ive wresled with this mad

problem, its all still twisted and acursed, the more I try to control it the more it slipps my grip,

turning on me and enforceing its self, massive evil omniversal superpower, im indifferent so

now I look like an idiot, previous fights, arguments, and opinions, appear and haunt the days,

and nights, it passes its gone, it dosent matter, manipulated in my thoughts by there established

mind set, my passion has been alienated, I wrote this but I dont expect anyone to read it, or

care for it at all, know one knows my trouble with the gods, no sympathy for this devil, now

as you can see, when I speak, im classed as fuckin mad I argue the whole freemasonic

structure, up and beyound the illuminati, the secret luciferian project, which im trapped in, I

fight the forces, but im not successful, what I hate is what forces me too love it, what I love im

forced to hate, no escape, all is false, I have to let it go, or it appears as my problem, the

whore/law dos that to me, im forced to study and read the thoth tarot, sat with the great beast

just filling time, between life and death, being obediently silent, my parents law is I should not

be spoken to and dont listen to aught I tell you, I sit alone and still, zero, by their judgements,

im valueless, all the other numbers recon themselves above me 0123456789. all is higher

than zero/me, this gets my goat I hate this nothingness I long endlessly, but it aint no good, I

try not too let it show, otherwise im giving them more to punnish, me with, I keep my mouth

 shut and pipe down, this world made up of all these numbers surround me, but they say they

shall never worship, they reject me their corner stone, they have sent me to this page, lost and

ignored, each number leans on the next one, in the fraternity of life, each to cowardly, to

stand up for themselves, or even to deside for themselves, no they have to vote for everything

each agreeing with the last, the doors have shut me out, cos I embarress them, im abandoned

until I surrender to them, debased, oh...... enough of this painfull subject, before they tell the

police and brain wash me, like they do when I confront them,. LAST WORD. COWARDS.

 MK. LAMP.

SVPAMAK

ANU DIGI HERO FOR ANU DIGITAL GENERATION,

This needs no permission, at all, there are no one at all on the tree of life, who could say

aught here, this is so svpanatual, this lite of mine, burn,z, by its self, yet none can see, none

can know, ive tried to have it identified by different mediums, but they failed to accknowledge

it properly, there was one who by instinct became aware, but his jealousy blinded his

perceptions. This is the lite of my soul, I dont need to care about it or to bother with it, it

burns bright, by its self, always burning all the time, it hovers above the cube, with no support,

from below, it illuminates my temple/body, divine, it cast no shadow, its heat is warmth, all

pervadeing all penertrateing, vast illuminated lite extended untouched beyound manipulations

 beyound control, I shine in my divine lite, my mkavra, no one could stop it in any kind of

way, or any diamention, or grade, beyound complexity, beyound all understanding, my id of

this jezta, self exsistant svpamak, bounding, in the great beyound, im eternal I make all others

dim, I walk in the will of this lite, I am my lite, I am self, I am maacknaztie, JEZTAZ

KHRIZTAZ, of the madjeztick pipe system, lord and heir, to this property, of the sacred tarot,

the holy scroll, held open by aliens which surround the place of mak, im the divine spark,doin

wat I want, ive no need for problems, as all this madjick ive wrote is caused by the will of the

world around me, not I, my lite shines on pennyless, pointless, I try not to care, gradeless, I

need it not, I am mak, the divine divinity, of the divination, eternal complexed, celled

uncelled, I need not care, I couldent give a shit, my holy lamp burns without no wik, no one

made it its just there, not up nor down, not left or right, just hanging in the void, you couldent

understand it anyway it would destroy ya, my lite is brillient massive, powafull, indestructable,

mad flickering, of divinity, here with you on the planet, with all the keys to the divination in

my hand, all lite shines forth, you would have to be me to know me, but you carnt, IMPERIAL

DELIGHT,, fallen santified in the path of satan, ive been down here all the time, my lite dont

care though, its gone beyound, judgement, none see the lite, none see me, I AM MAK. All my

enemys will be dealt with, eventually, when my trumps are played, and the first becomes the

last, keeping the dream, I walk the line, my lite extended dimmed in the nite, my life is

hidden, im not here, I will impose my will upon them, in the x day, and svpamak, will come

from on high, in the madchezta, skys, to judge those, and save the world, with this nu divine

order the madjeztick pipe system, one god, one law one government,.

 MK.KROWN

Ive attained my tarot krown, im its god, the baphomet of the aeonz, this has been placed upon

my head, im the chief of the madjeztick pipe system, the nu divination order, my circled

krown, is a band of fools gold, shining sparkling, lite, I robert andrew henderson, which is my

name spelt in full, im the fallen star, of our order, my aka nik name is maacknaztie, o,oo,ooo,

im hidden round the back of my krown, from there I have wrote this, a diamond in the ruff, a

tarot reader, of questionable krimmoires, fed on sex drugs and rock n roll, my thoughts flow,

with the holy ghost, in this n.w.o, cause, my krown is the jezta krown the cap of satans kid,

little horn, the lord of the spring dance, svn.god.mak.rah.ooo.i.h.o.o.h.o.m.p.s.o.oo.ooo. My

mind my secret name amen , is the lotus of one thousand and one, boxes, hovering, in empty

void space, concealed in my box of kard,z. My 4toon,z run like a crimson river, which flows

with my long hair, mercy makes it easy on me, down from above, I prey by my velvet river,

for one divine kiss, of my fathers sweet, love, d.n.a. Paternal links to my soul, with his I am

swept of my feet, into eternal happyness, I am mak, son of baphomet, the madjick kid, that the

world awaits, in my perfection, I trump over the minor kard,z I am trump number o,oo,ooo, =

11th pipe of the m.p.s. Im the profit, of the unified past, and future, I am present, always,

eternal, to deliver to the world this divine inheritance, in the advent of my x daity, the whole

world order comes together under worldwide freemasonry, one god, one law one n.w.o. And I

unknown occult, being paid as their, sublime cheiftain maknazty, lucifer coils round my mind,

and body my fathers flesh, of which im his flesh and blood too, im the seed of my dad, im

jezta hiz royal highness, maacknaztie anointed, king of kings, god of the gods, svpamak, I am

mak my serpent coiled about me, when I rise it will be great wealth for me, and I will deliver

our order to you all, and it will be one god one law, for all dancing to the 4toonz of

maacknaztie, reptillion god of the human race, im the lizard man, lord of this divinity, my tail

is stinging bite, my spit is the poison, and delight of the almighty destroyer, master, of the

highest lodge, massive kaotic worm, I spin infru vril/uni/multi/omni/verse/coiled satanic bastard

kid jeztaz khriztaz of this divination, for anu generation.

MK.ROBE. 

My cloths are second hand, having been cast out, I carnt afford any new fashionable ones, so

I just get them given too me,i have two kind of colours bad and good,anything I wear

represents me, and my tarots by madjickal combination, WHAT YA SEE IS WHAT YA GET,

makrah, naked eh, well this is something you dont see everyday, and if your like sharon my

partner youll proberbly sleep, she couldent give a shit, so if your like her then I dont expect

you to understand, this earth ive grown some hatred for, cos of the rudeness of false winners

and cheats, this world dosent except what im about, my real robe is my flesh, its blue

deppressive blue, deep beyound, our perceptions in the matter of the brown earth, watery blue

ultra violet in the spiritual lite, my robe is this lite depressed as is all of us from the sirian race

each member of the fool sociaty, the reptillion aryan, alien, breed put here since, the dawn of

tyme, guardians, of these holy mysterys, protectors from those robbers who fancie to steal our

holy sacred document, this is my book my inhereitance, I wrote our way, in my depresstionate

nights the stars fall, in our earth, our garden this england the nu jerusalam,the tudar rose of the

new world order, all in here is lost and fallen , slaves of the realm, sining in edens damed

 home, of the snakes foolish mouth, who all sacrifice themselves to the falousy, called the river,

downward we spiral, and fall inward, our naked flesh, bears the marks of lucifer our father all

the first born, who in their twisted godly lies satanz, he will avenge, the flesh is satan the beast

is man man is god, struggling with bad luck, trying to change the luck to good, abominable

monkeys wrapped in flesh the true robe, of our civilized race of men/gods, the globe is the

garment of our ancesters, wrapped in boundless circles of satans, yet liers who think

themselves different or better than this hang the children of our lord and master, as krimms, in

our realm, secret concealed masks, as the beast is hidden in silence from, secret and alone, I

abide, as he did before me, one flesh and there stands my god, maacknaztie withdrawn, yet

everpresent, wandering in the wilderness, a star driven from home, amid a ocean of deamons,

mkavra surounds me, in its satanic fashion, facade of the snake, avric flesh, covering my body,

in both black and blue, I secretly sad, so now you see, my fleshy brother a lite shines above

me and about me, I stand in the center of madchezta, the cenral zone of england, the snake

twined in two parts, cos the 4toonz = word is divided and divine beyound all comprehension,

and appalled at the abominations in this earth, this massise luciferian prison planet, in the

hands of satan, and im part of that, somehow, the robe reflects all these things and now you

see the devil in your veiw, im repremanded by you zealous judgements, corrected, by the holy

angels of jehovenah, im the blue blooded generation of my generation, and the colour of that

is royal, my inherent rite of the holy tarot, in the word thelema,

MK. BOOK.

My book is my tarot deck, the madjeztick pipe system, my spells/4toonz/titles my

conjourationz my ceremonie and ritual, which was presented too me by the secret cheifs in

secret ways, this doctrine contains, all my past present future, incarnations every breath,

thought word deed, is my artwork, my love which I have made for you, too show and tell, and

play, with the five maatians, around the madjick circle in madchezta this whole deck, on the

shelf this is the only deck which contains the true story of maacknaztie jeztaz khriztaz, the

pictures of the ceremonial rites, of beat the klock, bound and tied to the ritual, of the rizen

leader of the spirit of lucifer, this deck contains all the mysterys of life, shuffled over and over,

 no sooner is one reading over then another reading begins whether you look or not, every

4toon is changing in degree, infruout the rota, there is no end too the eternal toonz, which

sing from the palace of mak always foever,

MK. BELL.

Im bound too the eternal wheel, with the punnishments of the scourge of life the bell, which is

the note which opens and closes each state of mind, my toonz rings my notes with its ding

dong, depending upon the seven states of mak, im leviled in the system, which is tickity tock,

by which I tell my toonz good or bad, luck, depending on the turn, of the kard,in the eternal

chain of pain and suffering of which sound is indescibeable, not really for the uninformed

mind, tingling in the everness, etheric, nite musik, museick is a true friend of mak, until the

end unbroken subtle silence, forever.

 MK. LAMEN.

My badge my love my artwork, which is my lamen, showing what im talking about, this is my

artwork, my life which you can see, that its been oppressed into the senselessness of the

occult, in my badge,/box cover, is drawn out simply, the 12 sacred months of the circle of

mak, and the seven holy days, money is the reason, why I work, yet money isint the reason,

which I show my lamen is all my tarot in one idea, which is my holy guardian angel/alien,

drawn in watercolour paint, this box contains the destiny and fate of the divinations empire,

scribbled by the madjestick pipe system, this is the name which I call it, all my power

ruputation, credulity, confidence, is in here, writen, its the knowledge, and conversation, of my

holy gaurdian alien, which tells the fates, the 4toonz of maacknaztie,- svpamak, jeztaz

khriztaz,

 Makz weed is my sense, my inner sense, its intoxicateing, when I

take my insense, me and the universe, diapear, all the fetters and

problems, of the world fall away, into the nothingness, the most

valuable friend in deed is my weed, my interior sense, my

madjeztick weed, fills the temple with hope and love, destroying

all the negative spirits from my circle, within this smoke, are the

illusions, cast hallusinations, insired, by the creation, strong shapes

move behind the systems machine, evoked spirits of the dead, and

the living energy, passing infru, the madjeztick pipes the weed

destroys all sense of time and space, plus all emity between me

and my qerz where love crumbles and tears fall, from the 4toonz

which peel away the truth of the hidden soul which lay hidden in

the body of the qer sat in there darkness, of this omniversal soul

twisting and contorting, entwined, for the rapture, and blessings of this mak sense, yearning

too be born incarnate upon the holy scroll, the hidden mystery, of the dark soul, peirce my

sense which cuts like a knife, through the problems, uplifting the world too a great delight, of

my love, this sense, rises from my tarot, continuously, within and without, with no end and no

beginning, zero to zero, the sense permeates the etheric eternal. I turn my eyes inward within

my skull, and peer beyound the darkness, my third eye, inner vision, opens beyound the

eternal universal continuum, the minitum mundum, there within the gaps are the secretions, of

my drug induced hermatude I see the shapes of things past present and future, the vast

landscapes, of the inner thought, the pipe line where I ride the wave on the backs of aliens

towards the city of the pyrimids, riseing in front, playing the madness of the not real, sleep,

from my panicing elf, springing into sight alien greys playing beneath the water fall, frightened

as I pull veil over my painfull eyes while weird magic, takes its toll, oh friend I scream for,yet

thereis no answer from the moveing figures behind the falling waters of the river, lost am I, my

strength withers im alone, and still the hashish sit in front of me here in the living room

 smoking my fear, the only truth is practuality, there is no god but mak, all my thoughts are

illusional sanity is restored by knowledge, of my forefathers I carry on with the day lovein the

alien illucinagenic elf, of my divinity, so..... may the svn, always shine, while we fall in love,

sitting in the beauty, and enjoying the lovely naked planet earth,

our world is beautyful,

may we all attain.

End of makgic part two