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I say we slay on the astral plane and dream plane these fucking evil pedosadists. Sending them all kill energy, every 23rd of every month, send death die fright energy to one of these high level pedosadists in this huge fucking international evil rape ring.
the spoken sigil is "D'ZAT'N"

kultwatch.org 3/17/2014
Every 23rd is sacred to the world's newest secret society, the DKMU or Dominus Kaotica Marauder Underground, which some say, may be a dangerous cult. My wife and I spoke to a leader of the group over the internet, who goes only by, "The Mad Prophet of Gore and Fluffy Bunnies," which is a reference to Death and Sex. He refused to show his face, and disguised his voice. What happened was terror beyond description. He said, "Call me MadBun," then began chanting in an unknown demonic sounding tongue he called, Discordian. The sound was so real, we were terrified. We could feel the presence of evil coming out of our computer monitor.
We turned off our monitor, but there was somehow a strange symbol that appeared in the upper right hand corner of our screen that did not disappear for at least five seconds. Then, we somehow heard his voice, even though I had unplugged the speakers, mumbling something about the number 23. We were very disturbed by this.
That is when we noticed every 23rd of the month, we suddenly see a bunch of strange symbols all over our town. Members of the religious group worship a goddess of sex and death and some have been known to deface websites with their "sigils."
We attempted a second interview with "Madbun."
"Hey, I was just praying to Ellis, didn't mean to scare you."
"What is your goal?"
"To assault reality by the power of the name of Satan, and the light of Lord Lucifer."
"Why do you use such strong words?"
"We are demons living in Hell. We are tired of being tormented by the gods. We have decided to free ourselves by becoming gods and making war on Valhalla."
"Does your cult engage in child sacrifice?"
"No, we would never send our children to public schools."
"Why do you worship Satan?"
"Satan is the symbol of the Great Rebel. Whether he is real or not, doesn't matter to me personally. In fact, I cannot speak for the DKMU, because the DKMU is really anyone that realizes this reality is bullshit, so let's fuck it up. Anyone fucking shit up is DKMU. I invoke the name of Satan because Satan is the most powerful name on Earth. Say, 'Satan,' out loud with me right now. "
"No."
"Satan doesn't care. He doesn't need your worship. I invoke Babylon 23."
"What are you talking about?"
"Babylon 23 means something like loving the Great Whore of Babylon which is really accepting the beauty of sex and reality of death. It's a symbol."
"Is it true that your cult believes every 23rd day of the month to be what you call, 'Ellis Day' or 'Eris Day' in which you enact your agenda?"
"In my opinion, there is nothing sacred about 23, and nothing makes the 23rd of the month special, except for the fact that twenty-three is the number of, Eris, Goddess of Chaos. Maybe more Marauders propagate on that day without even thinking about it."
"Does the DKMU you sacrifice animals?"
"Some of us do eat meat."
"Thank you for your time, Madbun."
"Mahalo."

Ellis came to me Ellis came to me in a dream, and this is how she appeared:
I am walking upon a gorgeous mountain in the Biodome, or as We have named it, the New Eden. The mountain is young, steep and rocky, covered in wildflowers, and full of life, birds, insects milling about, and small animal scurrying across the ground. I am suddenly blinded by an intense white light, and I fall to my knees. A beautiful goddess with dark brown skin, auburn kinky hair, and green eyes stares deep into my soul. She wears a kind of emerald colored dress. He presence overwhelmed me with ancient intensity, and thusly she spake, "I am Ellis, The Linking Sigil, I am the Goddess of Birth and Death, Sex and Pain, Pleasure and Torment, Madness and Genius, I am Ellistrata, Goddess of Drama and Tragedy, Reason and Song, Liars and Servitude."
I reply to her quietly, "I know thou art my goddess, Eris, Goddess of Xaos."
"Yes, my love!" she shouts joyously with the voice of a thousand waterfalls dancing as she shapeshifts into a black and white beauty beyond measure, terrifying, and yet charming. "You shall be my Prophet, O Chaos Monk! I shall speak, and you shall scribe my words and riddles upon the world with your hands and mind. Project my sigil with your waking mind upon your environment."
Then, she speaks to me in images, and I see her physical incarnations, one most recent being a woman in Ireland in the 1500's who was ¾ North African Moorish and ¼ Viking that was killed for the crime of witchcraft by the forces of Saint Patrick. "This day I mourn, this is the day of my death." Then I suddenly am in a graveyard at night on a hill under a full moon in the early winter, and the souls of ones in torment that were murdered by the "Christians" in Ireland are bound to the astral plane because of such a desire for revenge, they want to kill a man who is already dead. I feel the pain of the ghosts. It is maddening, I can hear their dying screams. I scream in sheer terror and agony. The scene stops and disappears. I find myself in a White Void.
"Hail fucking Ellis, Goddess of Chaos."
"O silly Juargawn, God of Nothing, use your meat puppet to animate some Chaos into the Hologram. Remember it's all Bullshit in the end. Bullshit, except, love."
She smiles at me.