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World of Darkness Part VI, “Revision or Real Vision?”
History is written by the victors, they say. After I had killed Euronymous I was locked up for a long time, I had all my mail censored and for some years all correspondence was even completely stopped, and in the meanwhile the media and Euronymous’ so-called “friends” spread their ignorance and venom for years.
I say Euronymous’ “so-called friends”, because his real friends were all on my side, and backed my side of the story too, as far as they could anyhow. Only those who actually did not know Euronymous, but who after his death went about claiming to have known him so very well, talked shit about me, and tried to discredit me. Many of them were even individuals Euronymous had expressed extreme contempt for, when he was still alive. They were not his friends, I can assure you. They thought they were his friends because he was running a shop, and wanted the customers to feel welcome and buy his merchandise. So he talked to them, humoured them and pretended to even like them — and then when they left he talked shit about them, behind their backs, and expressed how much he wanted to be able to tell such posers to go to Hell — pun intended. He even wanted to deny such individuals access to his shop, but for commercial reasons he could not. So they thought they were his friends, and started to talk badly about me after I had killed Euronymous. The media gave them all the attention they wanted, and they smeared my image for many years, whilst I was incarcerated and unable to defend myself. The media also made sure that Euronymous’ real friends, who often did defend me, were not heard.
Part jokingly I have said many times that you can tell if a person actually knew Euronymous or not by his attitude towards him. The more negative he is, the better he knew Euronymous. Those who are positive towards him didn’t know him at all, and are at best just some of his former customers, who visited his shop once or called him one or two times to order a few albums, or something like that. Most likely they didn’t knew him at all.
Now, why do I say this? I do because this is important to know when you read or hear about this scene, if you want to learn anything real, that is. What we are told is not built on facts, but mainly on information provided by ignorant outsiders, and then this unreliable information has been filtered, so to speak, through journalists and their editors, before it reached you and the history books. And their lies are what reached the history books. The truth was never allowed entry into history.
So when I speak about these matters I experience over and over again that people who think they know better than me try to correct me. Because they know the official story, and it doesn’t match with my story.
Of course it doesn’t. “History is the lie we all agree on”, to quote Napoleon Bonaparte. History is written by the victor, and I am not the victor. I too lost in August 1993. Not my life or even my dignity, but my name and my story. It is now a possession of the rotten-to-the-core entertainment industry, the lie-propaganda machinery of the current system, and a horde of parrots and monkeys, who learn through repetition alone. What I do here, with these videos, is to try and take back what is mine, to correct the story, to tell the truth, what I saw, thought and experienced myself, first hand. I know better than your history books. Not in relation to everything, of course, but I do know better in relation to this very topic.
Where those who told you about my story there when it all happened — awake, aware, sober and intelligent enough to figure out what was actually going on? I don’t think so. I was there though.
