"It is bad enoughto hear of the 'great teachings' of Aleister Crowley-who hypocritically called himsel by the Christian devil's number, yet steadfastly denied any Satani connections, who wrote and had published millions of words of Kabbalisitic mulligatawny, the distilled wisdom of which could have been contained in a single volume of once-popular E. Haldeman Julius' 'Little Blue Books... Strange, how seldom one hears plaudits for Crowley's poetry, worthy of inclusion with the likes of James Thompson, Baudelaire, Clark Ashton Smith, and Robert E. Howard. If Crowley was a magician, it was the beauty of his creative art which made him so, not his drug-befuddled callings-up of Choronzon, et al. Unfortunately, his followers today have taken up his worst, while neglecting his best."--Anton Lavey: On Occultism from the Past
Whatever one thinks of Lavey, I argue there is a larger point being made. It seems to me that much of Modern Satanism appears to have come to a standstill. Some want to blame it on "society" being too accepting and taking away it's "edge."
Some may view it that way, but my anecdotal observation is that people are becoming more and more aware and are embracing real Satanic ideas. This is not reflective in the media, which would caraciture it into something nonthreatening. I am not personally unfulfilled because I enjoy doing my part to hasten the new satanic age on the micro level, which has given me forms of art and personal success that I found personally fulfilling.
It may be that people may require new occultic practices are necessary to break free of commercial appropriation. If isolated it will likely and from what I understand inhibit progress. I don't have that problem because I see it reflected fluidly in my personal world and space, and the edge and joy is still there apart from the commercialization. The question that may need to be asked however as some may need a renewal exercise is whether it is done exclusively for the rush of occultic experiences, or is it alsoc concurrently fueled by a consistent and passionate goal that can keep the engine running? Worldy drives and persuits with a clear vision of the world it is designed to effect is critical. If all you see is Mily Cyrus talking about what a good guy Satan is, then you are only engaged with the construct, and may be a primary problem with occultic success and progress.
Human consciousness is a bottomless pit that I dared not gaze into. It is much easier to graze the surface, pay bills, fuck, sleep and eat. I loved living with the pretense of sophistication while bumping around like a bobble head doll spinning in a pinball machine, all the while the lights would dazzle me into a state of stupefied mirroring the stupidity and wonder of a drugged mental patient or a faithful church goer. Once the pit is acknowledged no light can escape from it, however. The darkness calls the will to power out of the machine. Satan is there, and nothing I am. While others go to A.A. meetings or church or whatever public union tickles their pickle, it is the places they fear where I find her. I find her in the strip clubs, I find her at the casino, in the chat rooms, on facebook. I see her joy in blessed destruction of artificial paper dolls that used to glow with the light of righteousness, but now rot with the smell of corpses. The place I truly first met her however, was in a place far more mundane. I met her in a Waffle House. My power was there, and so was hers. The phoenix and the crow began their slow descent into the toilet bowl of consciousness and would stand and rise above and below the waves of dreary lives.
She was dancing while adversity was at home prancing. Hope and fear were purged. Satan is here, and so God and the Devil met at four o’clock during a mundane Thursday afternoon. Someone was there with me. He was a prisoner, and so his name is gone. His inspiration of prison and envy inspired my call to her. “I like your shirt,” I observed with a smile of crows that filled my eyes and an indifference that gleamed her attention towards me. So began my journey to hell. The glory of resurrection hinted in her smile as only God would know how well She would need the devil to guide her through the endless night of ape like adorers who revel in the light and die in the darkness. She cried out for a guide, and so as a falcon I arrived. My existence was profane to light worshipers who could not live apart from the sign of the sun, who would fall asleep and hate as my darkness covered them in evening shroud. One, two, three. One two three. Each fell with the silence of a lonely tree. Echoed in the woods they knew. They knew! Life would not echo back their sound! They were dead and would die because no one was around! Nothing is what they are! Nothing is what they were!-And to nothing they have returned. Unable to observe themselves they had to die as the sun waved them by.
One I was intent to destroy but withheld my scepter at the Sun’s command. It hers to die, and hers to smite his unworthy weary cry. It was for him to cry out to life how he would love to die while begging for light to save him from the darkness that would swallow him while the crows sing him a lullaby. You are worthy!-you are worthy!-they cry. They eat his flesh and live in his bones. What a wonderful treat you are! You fed us! we don’t lie! We will die without your rot and root giving us shelter while we stave off the danger of the moon’s incessant chanting and humming. In fear of the night they obey. Satan commands and they stay. They scrape his bones, and revel in his pain. Vultures love the dying rabbit! They worship him in circles and fly in obedience to the sun. But the sun is still falling, and still must run, run, run! The drum has barely begun while the snake and star open the gate to the next bazaar.
For it is door number two that leans into the chant. “I love your light!” they cry. “Won’t you give me a chance!” Being obedient to her nature, the sun will oblige. The night will not suffer the light. It is the moon’s turn tonight. Though they plan, though they plot. Her loyal trait is not there to improve her lot. She visits me. She is set for me. In the dire eyes of hunger and need, we meet again with waffles and greed. Wrath is her name tonight. “Purge yourself of your wrath onto those that would harm you! Destroy those that seek to devour you! Love will not light the way against the coming waves of those who think they own your light! Love yourself! Love your light! It is yours, as you must guide yourself against the traps that are set against you in the guise of right!” She listens. It is a call she knows. It is a call for her. It was always meant for her. It always consumed her. She had to escape into the sun so as not to be devoured by my consuming darkness when her time would rise. However, the time of light has set, and set into darkness she must.
The Just must find their place in the deep nothing that supports. Though darkness must justify light, so I am. So light must beset darkness. I am Sam. Into I am, I am. Fallen I am. From the light of A.A. I never was. A.A. declares that I would be happy joyous and free! I just needed their god to become one with me! I never would! Never! Their freedom offers me chains, and my chains offer me freedom! The Phoenix gave me the scepter of the gods. To be I must give in. That which would destroy would set me free! Obsession follows me! The light cannot save me! So I descend in darkness, while the light has gone to set her own play. The swives and swerves threaten me. Their God would swallow me! So infected I was with “love!” My will is too aligned, and darkness guards me against parasitic efforts of god against me! I must descend into the chamber. Hell is where I am headed. I have a cell waiting for me. They think it is a prison. It was designed for me when I fell away from god’s disgrace. But Shame has become my glory. Pandemonium has become my dwelling place. I defeat god as he comes to drag me away in disgrace. I mock him from a distance as I no longer need to be imprisoned at the sight of his face!
People have often heard a friend/partner/parent tell them that they will love you forever. And guess what, the dumb fucks believed them. Not that the person saying and the person hearing it aren't living the same lie. Often I've observed the person telling it is just barely more sophisticated than the one believing it, and really just trying to soothe the child inside them as they pretend to play parent to the person hearing it. Either way its amusing how often otherwise "sophisticated" adults fall into this trap. People often speak of other people's "ulterior" motives as if its a "sin" or "surprise." "They didnt love me, they only loved the idea of me." Or perhaps "they were only in it for themselves." And my favorite "it was all about them." This too me sounds like the envy of someone who is still an infant who cries whenever their mother leaves the room and spoils the illusion of pretending the mother is simply an extension of themselves whose sole purpose is to meet their needs forever. Not that love does not exist for me as a Satanist, but I don't pretend I don't also have an Id, and I use it for self-preservation. Everything is temporary, so make sure you get something for you that isn't gone when the other person is. This does not have to be material goods. Usually a piece of someone else is enough to avoid the abrupt ego destruction that comes from having one's ego still hooked to the partner. If you can cut the chord and still remain whole then one can consider oneself a master of love. Be willing to walk away. Don't allow those around you to pretend that you will never betray them no matter how badly they treat you if you value their company in your life. If you dont value their company, then preserve their illusion. Let them think they are in control until that day when it takes no fucks to walk away. Uncompromising loyalty is the preferred morality of a master for his or her slave. Fuck slave morality. Self-preservation is the highest law. Doesn't mean I don't love you or care for you or even be willing to move mountains for you. However, my agenda consistently revolves around building myself up. I prefer to build up my friends as well. But if its me or you, I'm going to choose me. And guess what, so should you.
The movement of the Nazis before and during the Second World War was an atavistic event, Hitler tapped into the Aryan mindset and history, literally accessed the current of the Atavistic Aryan lineage to fuel his own ideology and objectives and drew others with similar views and objectives into his sphere of belief and direction forging a journey which almost resulted in world domination.
Atavism is strong with the Germanic and Nordic races even in the rise of the Black Metal scene in Scandinavian countries this was evident with a deep rooted aesthetic and belief system gestated from Norse Legends and Gods, to the point where even the black and white corpse paint adopted by those in this subculture was a form of resurgent atavism founded upon the appearance of the Oskorei or the Norse Wild Hunt.
Atavism is once more rising in the world - unfortunately in many ways this is taking the form of racial atavism and bringing hostile divisions and race war with it ~ this is particularly evident in the US and the UK at present . . . people see this as ironic in the US where it could be said that the whole country are immigrants, but people are missing the point, Atavism does not retain itself to lands or countries, it is inherent in the lineage of the person, sometimes even in the Soul.
Satanism when merged with an Atavistic approach is powerful and it is a method I have used for the past twenty years or so . . . when one immerses themselves in the very current of Satanism through aesthetics, legend, history, literature and classical perceptions one finds the self open to information and answers that before remained unattainable.
The mind becomes as a Gateway to the atavistic current of the Satanic, his opened to vistas before unexplored and Mysteries long lost, this is a method used by those involved in Black Alchemy where practices of this type of Left Hand Path Magick that have remained unrecorded by the written word are discovered through a form of atavistic automatic writing through an evocation of the past (historically) and of ones previous incarnations.
For those who are Atheists or Atheistic Satanists this of cause would seem a nonsense, that however does not make it untrue, the mind expanded by science is also narrowed in comprehension of that which science - as yet - not derived explanations for . . . to the Scientific minded person of Historical times the idea of space travel, the existence of planets beyond those recorded at the time etc would have seemed as ludicrous as the concept of Angels and Demons are now to the Atheist.
Books became the first atavistic keys for me ~ I was deeply ensconced in the novel La~Bas by Joris Karl Huysmans when I found myself in something of a trance state . . . somehow the book had opened up an element of my subconscious which transported me back to times I had experienced in previous incarnations seen with such clarity and definition as to leave my mind deeply disturbed for a number of days.
It is said that Hitler's own atavistic experiences started during a reading of Parzival by the 13th century poet Wolfram von Eschenbach and of cause Hitler's obsession with the Opera Parcifal by Wagner based on this epic Poem is well documented.
Atavism is played down by those without understanding of its importance as nostalgia, but nostalgia and atavism are completely different things, the first is a fond remembering of treasured times gone by, the latter is a Spiritual and/or Cultural connection to the ancient past of a certain land, faith, belief or racial lineage.
It is this pursuit of utilizing Atavism within my Occult Workings which has defined my belief in the existence of Satan and the Demonic beings of Hell, for the atavistic current that runs from the core of Satan and the realms beyond our own are powerful beyond explanation . . . more importantly this atavistic current acts as a key to unlock the subconscious and remember and tap into Black Arts and Operations that have been lost to time.
For it must be said that the heart of the Atavistic current lies in the subconscious of each of us and the heart of the subconscious is the connected inextricably to the core of the Soul.