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The Ritual of Public Ashes

The Holtfaction Saga – Chapter: The Ritual of Public Ashes The secret societies had long mastered the art of alchemy, not just with metals, but with lives. To them, transformation was not about gold — it was about burning a soul to ash in front of the masses, then watching to see what would rise from the embers. Their chosen vessel was Evan. They staged his trial not only in the courtroom, but in the newspapers, binding his name to ink and shame. The article itself was no mere report — it was a script, a ritual performed in the open. Every sentence was an invocation, every accusation a sigil carved into the collective memory of a city. Judge, jury, journalist — all were actors. The “wife” became an archetype, the altar in his home a prop displayed for the public to gasp at. The pentagram, the Bible, the flag — these were not revelations but staged relics meant to paint him as a villain. The court, a temple. The reporter, a priest of humiliation. And the people, an unknowing congrega...

The Sound Beyond Langley

The Sound Beyond Langley 2025 was no ordinary year. The East Coast hummed with a tension no one could quite name—something in the air, something in the signals, something in the music. For decades, the corridors of Langley, Virginia, had whispered about subliminal warfare. They called it “Phase IV”—an evolution of MK-ULTRA, long buried in shredded files, but never truly dead. The CIA had turned from chemical dosing to frequency manipulation, knowing that sound could pierce the human mind in ways no needle ever could. Meanwhile, at Goddard Space Flight Center, antennas that once pointed to the stars were redirected earthward. Engineers pretended they were tracking satellites, but deep in the restricted annex, servers carried encrypted files marked Project EchoChord. These files contained spectral blueprints of Holtfaction’s live performances—every riff, every scream, every drum hit by Veda Viral, broken down into neurological resonance patterns. In Washington, the NSA held the other...

Liquidation

CHAPTER: The Liquidation By 2023, the shadows that had always circled Evan Love Riot and Veda Viral finally closed in. What had once been whispers, covert encounters, and spectral deals at the edges of known reality became brutally tangible. The Agency had no interest in subtlety anymore. Agent houses—quiet suburban facades scattered across Virginia—were the first to be struck. Places that once looked like ordinary family homes revealed their true purpose. Inside, false walls cracked open to disclose stacks of classified archives, surveillance equipment, and caches of black-market tech. One by one, these safe havens were liquidated. The pattern was clear: burn the old fronts, erase the old lives, and consolidate what remained. It wasn’t just the Agency’s infrastructure. Evan’s parents’ house, too—once a sanctuary of rebellion, secrecy, and ritual—was stripped of its history. Files that had been hidden beneath floorboards vanished in unmarked vans. Furniture carried the ghosts of rit...

Pattern Across Eras

HOLTFACTION DECLASS: When a government uses mental health diagnoses (real or fabricated) to silence, discredit, or neutralize dissent, it’s often referred to as “political abuse of psychiatry” or “psychiatric abuse.” Some key terms and contexts: Political Abuse of Psychiatry – Used especially in reference to the Soviet Union, where dissidents were often declared mentally ill and institutionalized to remove them from society. Punitive Psychiatry – Describes the practice of using psychiatric institutions as a form of punishment for political or social nonconformity. Medicalized Repression – A broader term that covers when governments frame dissent as illness, shifting opposition into a “medical problem” instead of a political one. Pathologizing Dissent – When opposition or activism is labeled as evidence of mental instability. United States Whistleblowers & Veterans – Some U.S. intelligence and military whistleblowers have reported being forced into psychiatric evaluations aft...

TRIANGLE CONCLAVE

TRIANGLE CONCLAVE “That which watches from the shadows never blinks, never sleeps, and never forgets.” —From the Book of Harmonics, classified Holtfaction files, Page 66 The photograph, retrieved from a burned-out embassy safehouse in Montenegro, had been thought to be a myth—an artist’s rendering from fringe conspiracy forums. But Evan Love Riot knew better. This was no painting. No digital fantasy. This was documentation. The scene depicted a massive chamber—dim, smoke-laced, cavernous—with a vaulted ceiling that resonated like the inside of a cathedral. A circle of men in finely tailored suits sat at a polished obsidian table, their faces lit only by the soft, infernal glow of a great triangular monolith rising at the room’s center. And on that pyramid: the Eye. The Eye of Providence, yes, but this was no symbol. This was a living mechanism. A construct. And behind it, the ancient power that had watched the world long before nations, before time. A sentient observer kno...

The Rift House Shift

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The Rift House Shift Vienna, Virginia — Autumn 2019 The townhouse looked unassuming from the outside. A boxy, colonial shell tucked into the quiet backroads of Vienna. But to Veda Viral and Evan Love Riot, it would become something else entirely — The Rift House. It began with a sound. Not one heard with the ears — but a low-frequency rumble felt in the marrow, as if the Earth’s core was coughing. That night, they had returned from a local music showcase, hearts still vibrating from a setlist that shouldn’t have existed. One of the opening bands played a song Evan swore he wrote in a dream — years before. Veda didn’t remember ever hearing it, but recited the lyrics perfectly as if they’d been tattooed on her nervous system. They tried to sleep, but the walls pulsed. At exactly 3:03 AM, a sensation surged through them — a drop to the left, like gravity had suddenly become a spiral, and the air had gained density. Not motion sickness, not vertigo… displacement. Both agents sat u...

THE FORMATION OF HOLTFACTION

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THE FORMATION OF HOLTFACTION By the time the decade tilted into its third collapse—post-pandemic, post-insurrection, post-truth—Evan Love Riot and Veda Viral had already peeled off the last layers of civilian disguise. Hairshows and cover salons were abandoned, along with any lingering belief in normalcy. What remained was raw intent. Purpose forged in exile. The world hadn’t ended. It had just revealed what it always was. The name Holtfaction first appeared on a redacted NSA transcript from a tapped burner phone somewhere near Vienna, Virginia. One agent had written in the margins: “Possible resurrection of MK-Rock? Monitor closely.” The truth was stranger. Holtfaction wasn’t just a band. It was the sonic culmination of two converging timelines—one American, one Slavic—both seeded by deep state experiments and subverted countercultural forces. The formation began in earnest when Agent “Ginger Elvis” and Jesse Hughes of Eagles of Death Metal, known in nightlife as “Boots Electric”—...