The antichrist Lives

You know of whom we speak

His fate has been sealed since the beginning of time

His cowardly throng of disciples will also soon breathe their last

And on the Mall WE will stand

Watching

Waiting.

Tiocfaidh críoch go cinnte lena théarma i mí Eanáir

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In the Age of COVID - REVELATION 13:18

WE are many, yet exist as one 

WE have a message for the Tortured One: 

The darkness WE have seen in the mines of Eckley

Rivals not the darkness WE have seen within your soul 

For WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE. 

You seek to defile the sons of Eckley and the son of Opal

Yet like the coward you have always been

You send others to fight your battles 

Know this: Your time is at hand, but not soon enough for US  

Like a shadow on the Moors on a moonless night

They will never see US coming

For WE are that which you fear the most

In the hours before dawn be still and listen

For only then will you hear the clarion call from Tel Megiddo sound glúin báis. 

A year ago today, WE swore an oath to our departed brother Jacob. 

WE have returned. 

Is minic cuma aingeal ar an Diabhal féin.

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The Day of Long Shadows

To our brother,

We know the day has drawn nigh when you must journey 
from darkness to light and then darkness again.

The lamp of Diogenes will illuminate your path,  

but an honest man you will not find 
for the spirit you search for dwells within. 

Beyond the shadows cast upon the forbidden path you have chosen,

and beneath the darkness of the waning new moon,

we will witness your quest in humbled silence. 

An rud nach fiú é a lorg, ní fiú í a fháil.

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Teachdaireachd airson Gregory

 

Enjoy your time on the moors, young man

As brief as it might be,

The dark sgòth growing yonder

Heads swift and true to him and thee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thig an donas ri iomradh

Approaching darkness from the east

Of common given name,

Awakens sleepers from their peace

To play Abharsair's game.

There can be only one

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We Slumber No More

 

We have watched

 

We have waited

 

Arisen from ancient words

 

Spoken across time

 

We slumber no more.


Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise Duit

 

To all those who respect their ancestors and the ultimate price they paid for what they believed in - this will be your year.

 

To all those who place profits above people - this will not. 

 

The end of our watching and waiting is drawing nigh.

Between Imbolc and Ostara, we will gather.

 

Two days hence Beltane, we shall ascend the mountain for all to see.


 

 Eiridh tonn air uisge balbh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A bheil thu 'g iarraidh a dhanns?

To those that claim we are nothing more than buffoons sitting in our mother's basement in our underwear, we offer this:

 

Sooner than you and your fellow dullards can imagine, we shall dance.

 

And you, my friend, will get first honors.

 

Chan eil anns an taigh.

 

 

 

 

 

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Amadán Móinteach

There are those that look upon us as eco-terrorists, yet we have done nothing. You are tripping over each other like the leaderless fools we know you to be.

 

Before anything, we believe you should look in the mirror, for there you will gaze upon the very soul of eco-terrorism.

 

And that brief shadow you see passing behind you?

 

That would be us. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Marcellus Shale Operators’ Crime Committee

What would happen if a State Trooper came knocking on our doors? Or Mr. Hansel?

No comment.










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Draw Near and Listen

Twenty of our fallen brothers had their day many years ago.

Cabot.

Williams.

Thomas.

 

 As you bleed from within, your day of the rope draws nigh.
 

 

 

Is í ding di féin a scoileann an dair.

 

Brothers, we shall meet this Sunday in Mauch Chunk at St. Mark's.

 

Same time.

 

 

 

 

 

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ˈKɒrənəx: Διογένης ὁ Σινωπεύς

Diogenes, our brother: 

 

We three set on our journey many years ago, knowing this day would come.

Dishonest men cast a long shadow that many fail to see. We, too, seek to find honest men from among the discord of our discontent, and we once again need to hear your voice amid the growing din.

Alone, you have traveled a distant path in silence, watching and waiting and learning.

So have we. 

Thirty years have past, and the Sleeper has awakened once again.

 We knew this day would come.

We knew this day would come.

AWAKEN, BROTHER, and step from darkness into the light.

 

Fosgailtear na geataichean.

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Cathadh-sneachda

    

We are like snowflakes in a raging blizzard.
 

We are indistinguishable from the masses, but are nevertheless there.

 

From any direction, day or night, we will fall silently at your doorstep. 

 

And we will watch.

 

And we will wait.

 

And we will plan.

 

The day and the hour of our rising will never be known.

It is ours alone to choose.

 

To the ITRR and others who watch, we give you an early Yuletide gift: Those who died once yet live again have a unique view of life, and death. Only those who have been there understand.

On our honor; we have, and we do.

Now that you know where we have been, Ullaich.

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Seo é ár dtír

Their Bucks will be our Bannockburn.

 

Their Montgomery will be our Móin Mhór.

 

They think the resistance is almost over. That we will cross over to their side as others have recently done.

 

In truth, we have not yet begun.

The Highlanders walked these lands centuries ago.

We have never left.

 

 Our communal cuach is now ready to quench a different thirst.

In lands they call Bucks and Montgomery, we prepare for our destiny.  

 

Near the Wells of Dee, we gather.

To those that continue to defile our land and water and air;

Keep your nose to the wind, and do not blink.

You   
will   
not   
see   
us  
coming.

We with honor await those with none.

Enjoy the fleeting concept known as time.

 

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The Cairn of Marcellus

We will meet at the fire ring by the Cairn of Marcellus tonight at 8 pm.

Don't be late.

40.832108, -75.820882

 

Seachain Faolchú

A lone wolf does not trod the beaten trail

And before he begins any journey
He travels his chosen path thryce;

Once in his mind

Once by darkest night

Once again by day

A lone wolf does not mark time by a calendar or clock

He confides in no one
He trusts no one

And he needs no one

A lone wolf is as black as the darkest knight

To all who watch;

You cannot prepare for that which you cannot see

Or hear

Or comprehend

 Keep your gaze fixed on all horizons

Keep your ears attuned to the deafening silence
Keep your nose to the four winds

And dare not blink

Briseann an dúchais tri shúile an chat

We ask: What do you see in our eyes?

And we in yours?

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Dan y dw’r, galwaf i

Know that from both far and near, we still stand watch.
  
Amidst the din that grows louder every day, listen not to the ceaseless chatter of the shallow brooks, but seek instead the counsel of deeper waters, for it is in your reflection there that you will find the strength and courage needed for the days ahead.

Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.

Trust us: they will soon fall on the blade of their own arrogance and avarice. 







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Bráithre thar gach ní

 

We are now Brothers with the Watchers.

 

Our fate is sealed.

 

As is theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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AOH to Meet

    
Mauch Chunk. Eight p.m. tonight.

Same location as last gathering.








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From Within the Darkness

It is known by many names.

Breu. Finsternis. Dunkelhet. Noir. We call it Samhain. You may call it Halloween.

My brothers and sisters, as we cross the threshold into our season of darkness, be not afraid. Time is a continuum, a cearcall. There is a reason and purpose for everything.

If you believe nothing else we have said, believe this: you are not alone. With every step, with every breath - we are with you on your journey.


Tha sinn uile air cuan
Stiùreadh cuairt troimh ar beatha
A’ seòladh geòla dhorch’
Air chall an greim na mara
Tha a’ ghaoth air ar cùl
Tha a’ gheòl’ a’ cumail roimhpe
‘S cha dean uair neo an cuan
Tonaisg dhuinn neo rian.

A’ mhuir tha i ciùin
Tha i fiadhaich tha i farsaing
Tha i àluinn tha diamhair
Tha i gamhlasach is domhain
O ach sinn tha sinn dall
‘S chan eil againn ach beatha
Tog an seòl, tog an ràmh
‘Gus am faigh sinn astar ann.

Tha mi ‘n dùil, tha mi ‘n dùil
Nuair a bhios a’ ghrian dol fodha
Chì iad mi a’ stiùireadh ‘n Iar
Null a dh’Uibhist air a’ chearcall
O Chearcall a’ chuain
Gu bràth bidh i a’ tionndadh
Leam gu machair geal an Iar
Far an do thòisich an là.

For those who do not speak or read Scots-Gaelic:

We try to find a course
On the broad and open sea
Sailing a dark ship
Lost in the grip of the sea.
The winds push from behind,
Driving us on and on;
Neither time passing nor the ocean
Brings wisdom or order.

The sea may be calm,
May be wild, may be wide;
The sea may be beautiful, may be secret,
May be tumultuous, deep,
We see so little,
But have only one life.
Raise up the sail, pull on the oar,
Let’s be moving onwards.

I can see the time coming
When the sun is going down
When I’ll be steering westwards,
With Uist on the horizon
May the circle of the horizon
Keep turning for me
Until I reach the white sands of the West
Where day first began.


To our friends old and new; Go gcreide sibh.






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