Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Eleven
Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Eleven
Organization commandos exterminate renegades
This is a very, very brief chapter, only two pages and a bit long in the original formatting of the book, which might be somewhere around a thousand words. It consists of a single scene in which a group of scared renegade soldiers who used to be in the organization, and who sneaking out stole weapons, end up being found by an elite team of shock troopers and a couple of internal security (read as Intelligence) members.
Their being found results in gruesome summary death, though it is described in a lot less detail than the horror-mongers and awful-izers that like to attack Iron Gates would have you believe. The facts are presented. As in all asymmetrical wars, once the big boys find rebelling units, they cut them down to pieces with superior machinery, leaving nothing but bits of flesh here and there and, if necessary, collecting proof or confirmation of identity, if that.
In this case, the proof of completion was the collection of the heads of the renegade soldiers. There are two or three possible discussions to be had. One is, as noted above, in relation to the reality of warfare, including modern warfare. Cannons used to rip you to pieces, as will belt fed heavy machine gun fire, and the troops that come after you will relish in your mutilation, as do American and Russian soldiers today, as they have always done.
Second, is the archetypal collection of the head. Although in this case it had to do, it is said, on the surface at least, with confirmation and proof to show to their superiors, there are also the dark mystical components. The infamous headhunters with shrunken heads were onto something. Those who in other lands and times have collected heads as trophies, were also tapping into something else. You come to possess the soul of that person after death.
There are also deeper secrets with respect to decapitation and the preservation of heads which cannot be readily revealed here but which should be evident to the student of history with a nose for occult mechanics.
The message from behind the Veil, too, from forces that direct and possess an artist, is the warning that the deepest powers are unfathomable to the individuals who wish to oppose the wheel of time, and they will always end up being eaten by Father Saturn. Those who run away, having spent but a spell of time, and then try to use puny and poorly trained methods and weapons, stolen from the bona fide exclusive line of power will be mowed down and summarily dispatched even if they do not yet know it.
Again, it is important to clarify that nothing in this book is a prescription or a promotion of ideas or actions. It is incredible that at this point in history, talking to presumably educated, presumably intelligent adults, we must explain that a work of art is a representation of life in symbolical, allegorical or referential form made and ordered so that we can receive its information.
There are worse things depicted on this novel later on, but they pale in comparison to what is shown in the writings of the Marquis de Sade (hailed in academia as a sage of transgressive literature), or the tales of woe and suffering of the victims of Elizabeth Bathory or Count Dracula (a real, historical figure), or Gilles de Rais (companion of Joan of Arc and serial murderer of children).
The question we must invite the reader to ask is, if none of the admittedly horrible and deplorable things depicted in the book cannot surpass the official endorsement and open fetishes of millions upon millions of men and women throughout society, both in positions of power, middle class workers, and among the derelict, no matter what country or time period, then why is Iron Gates in particular singled out for censorship?
The answer is not simple and deserves discussion. The knee-jerk reaction of the prude, which is not the same as the Intelligence-paid propagandist who is seeking to hide and distort information, is based on a ‘bad feeling’. You see, because Iron Gates boasts of no main ‘good’ characters, no heroes, no redemption, it leaves the reader no recourse but to face the depravity and violence of humanity head on, with no place elsewhere to look at.
There is no explanation given, no good guy coming to the rescue, to help you feel better about yourself. What you, dear reader, must understand is that this is the reality of the world, the reality of millions upon millions of trafficked human beings, of those enslaved to forced labor and abuse, of those children raped and murdered around the world. The rule is for no rescuer to appear, ever in their lives, even if they make it and carry themselves as a bundle of traumas ripe for demonic possession.
This is not a recommendation, a defense, or a “promoting” of anything. It is a faithful representation, such as one finds in an accurate historical record, in a prophetic vision, when reported divested of euphemisms and focused on the pain that manifests itself in the universe. The point of Satanic art is to look at death and suffering straight in the eye and say out loud, ‘I see you’.
For our Impressions on the previous chapters:
Chapter 1: Field marshal skewers an infant and drinks its blood
Chapter 2: Private Bonn is interrogated by the officer
Chapter 3: Foundational public rites of the organization
Chapter 4: Introduction to Nadezhda and the Lieutenant
Chapter 5: External Control Torture Administration Center (ECTAC)
Chapter 6: Armaments unveiling, limits of the organization, Nadezhda’s apetites
Chapter 7: Two shock troopers, a woman, a baby
Chapter 8: The Lieutenant Disciplines the Shock Trooper to Death
Chapter 9: First Manifestation of the Commandant
Chapter 10: A 12-year-old girl joins the ranks of the cult
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