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I have a sushi chef interview tomorrow. I am hoping for the job. But, I am not gonna hold my breath. Japanese owned. And my experience is not all that great with Japanese chefs. For many reasons. Japanese chefs tend to be racist. Many turn their nose up to white chefs. Some Jap chefs feel that white chefs have Americanized sushi. Which is true we did. Although I am trained in both traditional and American style. Also I am left handed. Which is frowned upon. Left handed people in Japan are largely consider to be evil and or retarded. And my strike three is my tattoos. In Japan people with tattoos are usually criminals. So, I am a white, evil, retarded criminal in the mind of many Japanese chefs. Oh well.

The fire of anger and hate burns in me

Oh, how I long to destroy all of which is purity

Contaminate my thoughts with thine vile rage of wickedness; for I yearn so hard to cause pain and distress to my oppressors until their bodies are scotched by Satan's eternal wrath

Unleash through me the fury of Hell upon life and all creation

That they may be brought on both knees in submission to the bidding of the Dark Lord of the abyss

Cause me to torment the path of those who pervert the ways of all things evil

And to speak judgement on any whose step betrays the sanctity and pact of thine ways

Fill me with lust enough to proclaim the sovereignty of thy reign

Let desolation be my comfort; sorrow my friend; grief the path to true wisdom

Let the curse of rejection lead me to the threshold of thine never failing presence; that I might absorb strength to rise above all fear

Extend to me the grip of friendship, and Forge my will into the stealth of steel;
That not even the cold stare of death shall cause to waver.

Happy Birthday to a good friend who goes by the name Phil Schwartz​. . A fellow brother on the path who I have known since 2009. In spite of our few disagreements and a rare clash of horns, we have always valued our mutual respect and friendship for one another. I treasure the times have spent and look forward to the times to come. Look for a gift coming soon to your location.

I wish this life on no one.But, until you have lived this life it is hard to understand. When you are surrounded by hopeless and misery you will realize what is important. Only when you have lost everything can you appreciate the small pleasures in life. When your only hope and light is yourself and the one you love, you will know strength. And despair.

Hello to whoever is reading this! Hello and hugs!

I am here because I have trouble connecting with others. I crave genuine, meaningful connections in which I do not have to hide a huge part of my self. I am tired of lying and concealing my beliefs and thoughts. I wish to bond with fellow souls.

I am open to anything real from penpals to coffee shop buds to a new best friend. I have a lot of hobbies. They include writing poetry, plant identification, coin collecting, learning languages, and making stuff. I can keep it light or go as dark as you are willing to take me. Just be genuine and give me the gift of acceptance. I will return what I am given.

I am so happy to have joined this site! I already had the best chat with someone that I've had in months. I am convinced this works. If you took the time to read all this, I am flattered. Feel free to say hi if any of this resonates with you. We might have a lot of fun together.

Putting all generational gaps aside, I'm pretty certain that I am not the only person shaking their heads in utter disbelief over what is happening to academia in the western world, specifically in private colleges and universities. I've no interest in the public education template, that system is inherently flawed to not meet a student's or instructor's standard of education. You can't get what you pay for if you don't pay. It's basically a class struggle that diminishes a student's drive to excel in learning because of their social status. This environment of sociology-politics is causing a major shift in academia and how education is dispersed to the individual student.

Some of you college grads will remember this saying about the pitfalls of higher education: "You have to have gone to college to say/do something that stupid." This pointed jab at college-level learning is ironic but in many ways true. I'm not trying to apply this to the hard sciences or traditional academia, mind you--I'm talking about the injecting of cultural Marxist values into areas of cultural/social/gender studies. This phenomena is not new to those types of curriculum, and the majority of those types of college-level classes are electives anyway. But, to me, it says something about the value that educators put on these accredited courses that, quite frankly, won't further your situation in life or give you a skill set to master in the real world. Student political activism aside--I'll be blunt and say you can't hide behind privilege to get a real degree in the humanities or cultural studies--it just doesn't work that way outside of a classroom or ideological bubble.    

The way technology has consolidated information and education, there's definitely a social trend or political activist bent to the way people are being formally educated. I can say from experience that the value of a private education is still substantial over a government subsidized one, and that the class struggle is what, pervasively, makes students more politically motivated to change traditional education templates.

As a sometime educator and social worker, it's not hard to see the machinations of higher learning and the politics behind formal education. It's amusing to see where the radicalized educators and activists push the political envelope on issues of ethics or moral imperatives or cultural appropriation. Issues that, ultimately, will impact how future generations of people are schooled.


by sonofject

It has often been said Satanism is not a religion but rather a philosophy. This is more often than not the cordial dismissal of metaphysical pretense and spiritual pipedreams characteristic of most of all belief systems that characterize religious systems. But Satanism is also truly dissimilar from Philosophy, particularly contemporary philosophy in many ways. 

Here I thought I might point to several of them. 

1. In View of Intelligence

Despite defining it, few in academic rigor truly appreciate  as wide or diverse types of intelligence such as kinesthetic intelligence or heuristic intelligence. 

Kinesthetic being things that are more physical such as athletic prowess, physical conditioning, skilled and unskilled labor etc. 

Heuristic being the kind of street smart/social smarts typical of a small buisness owner or management in many work places. 

 It is not about premises being held, but simply emphasis. Satanism makes little distinction between intent and intelligence but cultural factors and disciplines such as philosophy can and does reinforce.

2. Denial of Individuality 

Although not as bad as it will be, an increasing emphasis on dissecting the questions of being in terms of historical, biological and social abstractions. This in some ways is a convenient and powerful analysis but in others is simply mistaken. For it conceives of humanity only as a collective, only in the third person. It completely foregoes qualia, subjectivity and the person. One who rises above circumstance is no longer the hero, but simply not the victim of statistics the majority of their peers belong. 

3. The Passive Thinker

Much of academia, still focuses on this idea that the best way to know the Universe is to sit and contemplate it. This idea harkens back to ancient Greece but came full form during the medieval period of christian interpretation of the Greeks. For in ancient times a philosopher was as much counsel, a teacher, mentor etc as he was someone that conceived of thought. Only after philosophy came full to be an institution and one subservient to metaphysical and cultural tropes as a secondary form of discourse did it become quite so absurd. 

For in secular fashion philosophy is a secular ecclesiastic body that revere the western canon, a hall of dead ideas. 

For all these reasons and perhaps more Philosophy ceases to be a way of life. The very antithesis of what Satanism is and what a Satanist is.

It leads me then to state these three simple conclusions. 

1. Satanism as general might be best understood and unpacked as a concept by describing it as the frame, rather than the picture itself. Keven. I. Slaughter does a great job here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpI_TvJXc84. 

2. Although philosophy wholesale might be bankrupt a few thinkers are worthy of note, probably Nietzsche, Heidegger & Machiavelli have the most worth. As a principle activity self examination, critical thinking, skepticism and questioning are always sound for ones mind. 

As opposed to a philosopher or philosophy but a Thinker much in the way Heidegger lays out... Although probably in more cases than not a less poetic orientation of it. 

3. There exists a religious aspect of Satanism, even if it is only as far as adopting a mythic symbol, representation, summation or emphasis of oneself, worldview, individuality and way of life as the Adversary,  or Satan incarnate. 

I wanted to test people and see how easy it was to push their buttons… they fell into every little game that i started.

Recently, some douche joined the “sinister” facebook group spamming it with the bullshit and trolling the hell out of it. There would be nothing unusual about it (after all, there are plenty of such types in the cyber space) if it wasn’t for the reaction he caused. As much as I love the online arguments and flame-wars, this time I decided to sit back and watch. To each their own, but debating a person more ignorant than me doesn’t really turn me on. It’s a ROI thing. There is nothing to gain from such experience. You educate the stupid but learn nothing in exchange. There is also no satisfaction from winning the discussion. It’s like smashing a mouse against the wall.

But who am I to judge the kids playing in the sandbox, especially that I enjoy throwing sand myself? It’s all nice and dandy provided all kids have fun. This time only one kid had fun, the others… Well… here is a problem. The guy could have been banned, ignored, laughed off or responded to in a cold, pedantic and unemotional manner. Instead, the “sinister” types threw a tantrum, calling the guy names, telling him how much they hate him, crying he’s destroying the group and leaving one by one in the epic display of butthurt.

I nearly choked on my popcorn. It’s really funny to see the wannabe Satanists or sinister folks stand beside themselves with fury and show self-righteous indignation. And the guy… despite being weak in a fight on arguments, is a master of manipulation, knowing how and when to push people’s buttons. Because psychological warfare is a game to be played without any rules, except one; making your opponent leave the ring with the blood dripping from his nose or his sore butt. The arguments be damned.

Are our ideas and beliefs the fancy hats that we wear and change when the mood strikes us? Or are we like the fat chick trying to squeeze herself in a tight swimming costume? Sometimes, you’re trying too hard to fit in this or that identity label, this or that belief system, this or that peer group. Ideas and beliefs are the mere tools you use to progress and to expand your mind. The time comes when these ideas are no longer useful, you discard them and move on. Just like you throw away the old clothes. You are not your ideas or your beliefs. It would be a folly to cling desperately to an old party dress and scream “No, I won’t throw it away! It’s me! This dress is me!”

There is so much talk in Satanism about an adversary and herd-conformity, but one would be surprised how many people need the approval of others, the praise and respect of their peers and belonging to some exclusive and elitist club. It’s nicer and easier this way, because everyone, without exception, prefers praises to criticism. It’s very hard to thrive when confronted with opposition and loneliness. But how illusory are the temporary laurels you get from your fans.

Should I bend to your standards? Should I conform to your house rules? Should I satisfy your expectations? Yes, of course, as long as I live in your hotel/motel. But when I check out, damn you and your rules, and your expectations. Your hotel or motel is one of the many I’m passing by on my way home.

So coming back to our little motherfucker. He knew whom to troll; people who worship the tools, who think they are special snowflakes because of that, that they are the elite. If you worship a pentagram or an O9A sigil, then you can as well go to church and prostrate yourself before Jesus. Does it really matter where you sing your Hallelujah?

You bathe in the sunlight of spring,
While I’m forever stuck in this dreary autumn.
Like a flower that will never bloom,
Forever in this dreary autumn…

This dreadful emptiness,
The cold, cold world.
You slammed the door on me,
you locked me in the cold.

Every person in Lyra’s world has a daemon…it would be very strange for people to see someone without one. It’d be just as strange as seeing someone without a head. Someone without a daemon would be considered horribly mutated — missing something essential.

I’m at the train station when it suddenly dawns on me that I left my baggage at the hotel. I can’t come back home without my things. I rush to the hotel, hoping that I’ll just grasp my bags and manage to catch the train. I explain the matter to the receptionist, she takes a bunch of keys and I follow her upstairs. She opens the door and lets me in. I pick up my things, among them such important stuff as money, documents and an identity card and pack them to the suitcase. There are also some old useless newspapers, which I throw into a dustbin.

I’m just about to leave when I notice a small box on the shelf. I reach for it and open…

I can’t even find the proper words to describe how I feel when I open the mysterious box. There is an animal in the box, a chinchilla, thirsty and in agony. I took it with me on a holiday, put it aside and forgot about it. For three days I was having fun while it was locked in the dark box, suffering, without food and water. It bites me while I try to touch it. I’m crying when I’m holding it under the tap and it is drinking.

The same nasty tiresome dream, repeating itself over and over again. The details vary, but the message is the same. I discover something I forgot about, a nearly dead animal in pain, hungry, thirsty, neglected. The remorse I feel is overwhelming. I never felt like this in all my life. I feel so bad about myself and about what I did that I would prefer it were dead so that it wouldn’t remind me about my guilt.

I hope that one day I will find my poor suffering pet, my lost Self. I hope that one day I will learn what I’ve been doing wrong all my life. I’m sure I won’t like the revelation.

I often wondered what I could come up with as far as writing an initiation ceremony for a "group like" setting. The following is what I came up with byt first some prefatory notes are needed.

This ceremony is derived from a couple of major different sources. One being the 1st and third initiation ceremonies of Freemasonry, or atleast the first as performed, in part in a History Channel documentary about Freemasonry and the other as perpetuated by detractors. This latter part can be observed in the Covens' performance of the Satanic Mass, which is where I lifted muchh of this litany, but the throught cuting and the gut ripping out dates back, as far as I know, to Masonry but I am not a mason nor do I have any direct connection to any lodge past or present. So one could say that Coven was a source for this ceremony and they would be correct. Also I quote H.P. Lovecraft in this one as well.

Also I want to make clear that the throught cutting and what not is only ment here as imagery and nothing more then another giant middle finger to the Masons in as much as I am sure as they as any group have there Fred Phelps and other self rightiuse ass holes that we have yet to become aware of. This part of the litany is NOT intended to be taken literally.

Now if a group wanted to perform this by the book, please feel free to modify this to your own ends, here is what is required:

1) Altar - This my be a nude altar or a simple platform.

2) Black Robes or Clothing - This applies more to the congregation, a congregation is not a prerequisite.

3) The Worshipful Master Dress - The priest/ess acting in position of the W.M dresses in the usual dress as such but with satanic symbology as oppose to Masonic.

4) Sword or Dagger - to be used for magical purposes, in this case the invocations.

5) Phallus - To place the blessings of Hell upon those in attending.

6) A person dressed as Jewish Rabbi, an Evangelical dressed person, and another dressed as a Islamic I mmam (the more sacred characters, i.e Moses, Christ, Muhammad etc.) the better, butt what ever helps as far as visual imagery.

7) A black and white checkered floor patern.

8) These two items are probably the most optional and both can be easily cut out. One option can be an audio recording such as a cd player or a mp3 player, but in either case the music must be as closely queued to the performance as allowed. Or a musician can be be brought in to play out this role and, for me the best choice if given the option, assuming that this option is agreeable to everyone participating. If the music selection where left up to me, I would find a keyboardist willing and select some works of Bach or something more dramatic that speaks better and adds more to the environment of this ceremony and have it played on an organ or an electronic keyboard with a decent sounding organ option built in, though one such as the later may seem more practical.

9) Candles and Lighting - Lighting is provided by torches attached to the wall, though I must stress caution in this case as these are fire and health hazards so I recommend at least two fire extinguisher equiped users whose so purposes are to focuse exclusively on the on the torches and atleast third participant whom is designated by each exist in case of fire. Also if no one has memorized the entire ceremony then ample light maybe needed. And also a black candle set to the left side of the altar and a white candle to the right side of the altar.

EDIT: 10) A bell to be rung nine times each at the beginning and at the end of the ceremony.

And know that I realize that this is running long I will post this as part one and publish this in the nexed day or so.

EDIT: 11) The pentagram worn around the neck as well as hung on the wall behind the altar.

I found this old survey on my hard drive and it was something like 80% finished. I finished it, and here it is. Spoiler: It's a complete waste of time. 

1. What do you think your life is about?

Eight years too long.

But seriously, it's about me. ;)  What else could my life be about?

I love the phrasing of that question , BTW. "What do I think " intead of "What is"

What drives you in life?

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his fly. The bartender asks why it is there, to which the pirate replies "Yar, I do not know myself, but it's been driving me nuts"

Something like that.

This can be something like a goal or a purpose, or anything else that comes to mind.

I want to leave behind an entertaining chalk outline or a bloodstain on the highway that looks like something. I want the people who see it to turn their heads sideways like confused cats and ask each other "Do you see what I see?" It's impossible to plan these sort of things and I'll never know so Meh.

And that's something like a goal or purpose.

2. What were you like as a kid?

Feral. But more kid-like.

3. Describe your relationship with your parents.

Parents?

Does anything stand out about the way you interacted?

The word 'interact' meaningless when it comes to my parents. Don't let 'em fool ya, though. Public appearances do matter to them.

4. What values are important to you?

* self-awareness

* understanding

* intensity

* tacos

What do you hope to avoid doing or being?

Anything in the least resembling Optimus Prime and/or especially Rodimus Prime. An RV? Really?

5. Aside from phobias, are there any fears that characterized your childhood? Have they continued into the present day, or not, and if not, how have you dealt with them?No. No. They were first against the wall when the revolution came.

6. a) How do you see yourself?

With a mirror. ;) Sometimes still water on a pond or something shiny, metallic, or glass. Or I can look downwards and there I am --headless.  

b.) How do you want others to see you?

Heh, using a mirror as well. That'd be swell.

c.) What do you dislike the most in other people?

Bile.

7. Which habit do you most automatically act on? Rank the following habits from most to least automatic, on a scale of 1 (most) to 3 (least).

a.) Work for personal gain with more concern for self than for others.   Rank: Of course.

b.) Strive for a sense of tranquility in yourself and the world around you   Rank: Floyd

c.) Decide what is right for the betterment of something or someone else.  Rank: Retired.

8. Where does the wandering mind take you?

Bitch keeps trying to take me to Didneyland.
What provokes this? Heh. Fuck you.

9.What makes you feel your best?

This state called flow, which I often refer to as ghenja.
What makes you feel your worst?

I don't feel my worst. Actually, I don't think I have one. 

10. Let's talk about emotions. Explain what might make you feel the following, how they feel to you or how you react to the emotion:
a.) anger - I'm in strawberry fields, bitch. Forever.

b.) shame - Pffft.

c.) anxiety - Nothing.

11. Describe how you respond to the following:

a.) stress - Irrelevant to an autotelic.
b.) negative unexpected change - Wheee! Shit to fan.
c.) conflict - ;)

12. a.) What kind of role are you naturally inclined to take in a group? Why?

Wait, you have to take a role in a group? Really? I usually kinda just walk in and say "hi", y'know?
b.) If put in power, how do you behave? Why?

I behave, uh, powerfully, I suppose.
c.) Do you tend to struggle with others who have authority over you? Why?

Not much. That would be an internal struggle.

13. What do you see or notice in others that most people don't?

Uh... do you think I have x-ray vision?

14. Comment on your relationship with trust. 

Trust is a word. 

15. Briefly: What religious and/or political beliefs do you have? Do you think they influenced your responses in this questionnaire?

Ima nihilist. I don't believe so. (rimshot)

Optional Question (due to personal nature): Discuss an event that has impacted your life significantly; more importantly, how you responded to it.

I was born. I was all like "WAAAAAAAAAAAA!" 

Extra Questions: 

Which of the following temptations do you find yourself acting upon the most? (And briefly state why)
- To constantly push yourself to be the best

That's like masterbation, besides, being the best happens occasionally without trying anyway ;)
- To be without needs, well-intentioned

Again, autotelic.
- To replace direct experience with concepts

Autotelic!
- To have an extreme sense of personal moral obligation

Pffft. Rational self-interest.
- To think that fulfillment is somewhere else

On the motherfreekin moon, I suppose?
- To cyclically become indecisive and seek others for reassurance

I'd rather have my hands cut off than reach out.

- To overuse imagination in searching for yourself

::POOF!:: I'm Mikey Mouse! No, wait, here I am. Fuck, I'm still Mickey Mouse!
- To avoid conflicts and asserting yourself

Do what now?
- To consider yourself entirely self-sufficient

I can consider myself anything. I consider myself a frog. Who wrote this survey?
What's something you are: a.) thankful you have b.) wish you could have? Why?

a.) My left nut.

b.) An extra left nut.

Why?) Because then I'd have three nutz.

I’ve always found Lavey’s concept of the “good guy badge” to be an interesting one.

I remember when I was thirteen years old and first read the words.  They seemed simple enough to me.

Don’t let anyone tell you when to be a nice guy...you figure that out for yourself.

At least that’s how I took it.

Then I ventured into the world of Satanism and found that quite a few others had a different view of the “good guy badge.”  To some it seems that to be a good guy at all is to be weak.

It’s understandable.

When you sharpen a blade you strike it against a stone stronger than the blade itself.  Minds and philosophies are no different.

And what’s that knife for?  Cutting of course.

To cut out a life for yourself as a Satanist and as an individual we sharpen and hone and polish because we understand more than most how hard the world is to cut through.  We know this because we possess the tool for the job...a beautiful blade that talks to us as we sleep, and see, and fight, and fuck, and live.

The trick of this blade is that it demands use.  Sharpening against stone is necessary and useful, but this blade is destined to cut fruit and flesh alike.

There is no choice in the matter.

The good guy feels hesitance.  The good guy has been taught that the greatest power comes from being able to cut but refraining from doing so.  Just like the white-hat cowboy who shoots the gun out of the bandit's hand.

Power and control.

I’ve felt this...and feel no shame in sharing it...but the truth is the truth.

The blade commands use.

Either on the world or the wielder...it cares not which.

Better to be the butcher than the lamb.

We are easily confused with the term “sin” because of 2000 years of indoctrination by the Christian regime; when we are called sinners we are told that we are breaking divine moral laws or the will of God.  In the realm of Satanism, sins are not dogmatic where Satan will hunt us down for our insolence, but situational that they have their own consequences.  The Nine Satanic Sins are not preferences or fetishes of Satan, but merely the natural action and reaction of the world we live in, which makes it true wisdom.  The nature of the world we live in is transactional where we give and take most often for goods and/or services.  The dogma of the Christian world applies to the wants of and needs of the Christ, or because “Jesus said so”, not because there is any real merit to the commands of this white-lighter deity.

            What we do in any given situation will determine the outcome, whether it is good for us or have a negative effect.  In the case of the Satanic Sin of self-deceit, if an individual tells himself the speed limit is 60mph rather than 15mph in a school zone he will undoubtedly come to an end of a speeding ticket or even a vehicular manslaughter charge by the end of the day.  Solipsism is an example of a situation where both Christians and Satanists can relate to, but it is the Satanist that is warned to steer clear of those that have a history of burning us and we are encouraged to give back what is given to us, whether positive or negative.  The purpose of one’s pride is to command you to be excellent, and polish your work with perfection; however if your work is so imperfect because you wish to be so different and outside of the box it is up to you to realize the error of your ways and acknowledge the work of those that have come before you as being prudent.  The true wisdom of the Satanic Bible is that it is a self-sustaining, self-sufficient, self-fulfilling belief system that Satan himself doesn’t have to micro-manage and hand out a “righteous judgment” (for lack of a better term), because the consequences are the nature of this world we live in.

            The laws of the Christian God are merely things he would prefer to have happen, in turn this is damaging to the natural order of the animals we are and because he feels he is the Almighty ruler of the universe he feels he can deny or change the natural order of the human animal in any way he sees fit. Satan will not go around punishing those who love their enemies because one’s enemy will make it perfectly clear to the forgiving party that it is not a good idea taking the “higher road.”  The nature of the world is like the wilderness of Africa where one cannot count on God, whoever He is to you, to tuck you in at night making sure you have had a decent meal before the sun goes down.  It is clear that the Christian God is the impersonal entity that you must be warned about, because it would benefit you much more to listen to your natural instincts of survival and run away from the large animal trying to devour you than it would to quiver in the corner and pray for Jehovah to send the predator on another path.  The Left Hand Path is not the personal fetishes of Satan, but only the truth that even He cannot deny nor escape from.

            Life in general is a winter earned and a summer spent, where every meal was an exchange of a few blisters and a lot of sweat for a meal and a bed.  If you become rich and famous, long will the days be forgotten where you can walk down to your favorite taco truck and have a peaceful meal with your girlfriend without someone trying to get a quote, an autograph, and a picture of you stuffing your face.  Should you become an elementary teacher, count on wiping a few noses during the winter and dealing with children that for some reason like the taste of Elmer’s Glue.  The glamorous life of a Kickboxer won’t feel so glamorous after a few broken noses and a strained right bicep.  Our existence generally speaking is a trade, our vocations and passions sometimes come with territory that won’t be so kind in return.

            In the eyes of the Christ-God, we will always be sinners because in the measurement of His bible, survival is not considered a virtue.  Jesus will never account for the times you took care of yourself and denied a stranger a meal because you needed to eat and consider it a “good thing”.  Satan will not punish you because your heart was broken by your wife who you knew was cheating on you.  The dogma of the Christ is now facing something more powerful and forceful than His will of how he himself wishes things would be, but the kingdom of the real, where the lion will not lay down with the lamb, and cats and dogs will not get along, but the pure primal nature of the animal who is willing to survive.  Let the fog lift now that we know the meaning of “sin” and the meaning of “transaction” and what it means to survive in a world full of conditions.

So a friend of mine works for a moving company. He asked me if I wanted to make some cash as a mover, Well, I did. What I did not realize is that it was a 5 story house two levers. Stairs going up to the house and stairs in the house.

This family had two kinds and two dogs that kept getting in the way.It was a well to do family and they had lots of very nice and very heavy shit. Holy shit it sucked balls. It took 3 movers from 830am till 2am to mover their stuff.

I was so fucking tired and exhausted But 10pm I had to stop. I could not take anymore abuse. The other two movers were not happy but understood. Heavy shit up and down stairs aint fun. 700lbs piano,washer/dryer,600lbs refridgerator. shitloads of heavy dresser draws and tables,

Never again. This is not like helping your friend move. Slowly over a beer. Totally different. I do not think even when I was younger and in better shape I could do that shit. Certainly not regularly. On top of it, I made less money than I expected. Although that was my fault. I did not realize that depends on the job and if the customer times you.

I certainly I am not as strong as I was in my 20's. But, I am not a pussy either. What got me was not moving heavy shit. That sucked, but what got me is the stamina. Doing it for 13 hours..

Oh well, hope my job interview goes well at a sushi bar on Monday. I get paid more and it is easy, well for me it is. Also you get to drink. That was another thing that pissed me off. My friend is a drunk to. I figured we would stop and get some drink and hide it. Nope.. fucking sucked.

The Autumn Equinox is upon us!

The season of maturity and wisdom; of crisp air, falling leaves, and of harvesting deeds sowed.

So to commemorate, here is one of my favorite poems by Yeats...

The Wild Swans at Coole by WB Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,   

The woodland paths are dry,

Under the October twilight the water   

Mirrors a still sky;

Upon the brimming water among the stones   

Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me   

Since I first made my count;

I saw, before I had well finished,

All suddenly mount

And scatter wheeling in great broken rings   

Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,   

And now my heart is sore.

All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,   

The first time on this shore,

The bell-beat of their wings above my head,   

Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,

They paddle in the cold

Companionable streams or climb the air;   

Their hearts have not grown old;

Passion or conquest, wander where they will,   

Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,   

Mysterious, beautiful;   

Among what rushes will they build,

By what lake's edge or pool

Delight men's eyes when I awake some day   

To find they have flown away?

Proud to announce three new members !

Lucian Greaves ( Satanic Temple founder )

Brian Werner ( Satanic Temple founder & singer of Vital Remains )


Sorrow

Alkent

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I encourage you all to create groups. They are intended to be for meeting people in your area. So Try to narrow it down to Areas within a state or country. Like within a few hundred mile radius.

I also encourage everyone to join a group and use it.

*Originally published on my blog on the old SIN site, 2011-2012 thereabouts.

I've often been questioned, asked candidly even, about why I chose to label myself a Satanist when I don't really adhere to any religion. This is kind of akin to asking me personally why I chose a life path that compels me to thrive on conflict, reject the notion of 'nomos' (law), and cultivate the mindset of the adversary--when in reality--I could have chucked all those realizations and just moved with the tide of things, having everything handed to me and accepting my lot in life, predestined yet directionless. My perception of religious belief is similar to the latter. Belief, to the religious, is often equated to loyalty and conviction (faith). I always make a distinction in the question: Does a fundamentally religious person dwell more on whether their beliefs are true or whether they're going to be true to their beliefs?

I suppose, from my life experiences, one can discern that some of the desires and goals I wanted to achieve were constructive, but somehow I was always drawn to a sort of 'destructive' tendency (call it a hidden desire or disposition within myself) to walk the path of transgression. For me, this had its beginnings after looking inward, cultivating my anger and guilt from turning my back on religion, and fostering a mindset of learning without imposition. To not look upon transgression as a stigma but rather a positive realization of thriving from experience and overcoming adversity--this process always starts internally and for some may never be externalized. It's the effect of fire, of antisocial implosion, a raw conflict of the mind that creates through destruction.

Constructive goals, such as finding order and organization in my life without placing the self secondary (my own concepts of 'god' and 'pantheon'), or discovering insight through learning and creating, became primary motivations. I reaped many of the social rewards and benefits of being constructive in this way. Yet within me always lay a certain frame of mind that ran contrary to this. Not a type of solipsism or misanthropy, but more of a destructive human animal tendency that wasn't detrimental to the self. This was never a passive-aggressive impulse as I experienced it. In some types of conflict, I can only simply describe it as an emotional, somewhat carnal perception, like the feeling one has when they have the urge to violently spit on something. It goes beyond socially imploding or going against the flow. It's a natural, carnal reaction to the ignorance (and lack of comprehension) expressed by those cloistered and fraught with holding religion as a personality descriptor and adhering to a 'divine plan'. To the religious, the concept of Satan cannot be understood apart from the dichotomy of good and evil. To manifest an adversarial disposition, from the satanist, there must be a clear understanding of this separation of ideology. 

 In this context, one can perceive the abstract interpretation of Satan as a 'conflict', a principle of separation. It entails a symbolic expression of man's duplicitous human instinct and nature. A representation of two distinct human qualities: One embraces amorality, physical indulgence, will to power (insofar as an acute awareness of the power of destruction to manifest progress), and the desire to transgress standards of morality or ethical behavior. The other is a quality of detachment within the self, a desire to transcend human and physical needs. To willingly suspend disbelief and explore magic and asceticism, in order to heighten one's intuitive awareness of the world around them. 

This dichotomy is often attributed to higher or lower aspects of human nature, and the ability of the human mind to hold opposing ideals sacrosanct. Aspects of human instinct considered 'lower' are often feared and misunderstood as evil qualities when determining meaning, so the symbolism and connotation within Satanism naturally defines a sort of 'carnal adversarial' human instinct that is not 'god' centered.

I intuit the concept of betterment through conflict. I accept and understand the duplicity of inherent human nature, enough to intuit strength and weakness in the self. Perhaps this is a byproduct of being nurtured in an environment of lawlessness and counterculture, enough so to recognize the polar separation of ideas that manifest 'satanic' conflict.

Insidious imposition of religion rarely fazes me. I root out the deceit and turn it against an individual concept, each and every time. Imposition means that one does not respect my freedom. The limitations of faith-based belief, the esoteric codes and double standards (hidden under 'occult practice'), reveal a fundamental shackle of self-deceit: One is too weak to live with doubt and conflict. One is too weak to own responsibility. Many cannot see how this kind of faith bolsters these weaknesses.

To the pragmatist, and the satanist, it's quite simple to reduce this weak-willed nonsense to a childlike false sense of entitlement. It boggles my mind that some socially inept adults can be as weak minded as children when reacting to doubt and conflict. A thin mask of self-divinity (believing you are your own god) can hardly be construed as a carnal/satanic attribute when there is no substance. To be enamored of the concept does not liberate one from the reality of external influence and praxis. As a seeker of knowledge (in the carnal and adversarial sense), to resonate with form is easy. To resonate with substance, not so easy. 


by sonofject

“Open Sesame.” The phrase thought by some to have originated from ancient Babylonian magical practices which in the fable One Thousand Nights when uttered opened the entrance to a magical cave containing the treasure of the forty thieves. While there are probably those who would argue that they know how to find the cave but would not waste their time doing so since everyone knows Ali Baba has taken the treasure. Most would be very skeptical and others would simply tear such a braggart apart.

What if I were to say there is a magical phrase which does not open a hidden cave but is very capable of opening some doors which conceal their own treasures for some people. Some I'm sure would laugh and walk away and if you are inclined to do so I would recommend that you do so now because the three words will probably not open any doors for you anyway.

We live in a very complex world and seem to be but a small part of an extremely complex optimization algorithm seeking the answer to the question, “What is the optimal configuration of a life form?” We share a planet with seven billion other people, innumerable microbes and who knows how many other creatures all evolving in an attempt to become the solution, or maybe it's something else altogether. The non organic portions of the universe are just as complex yet somehow, some people seem to think they have all of the answers.

 It takes very little intelligence to establish that these self proclaimed masters of the universe (HE-MEN) are anything but. While it can be entertaining to ask these types of complex questions and watch them squirm around trying to bullshit their way into producing a solution they have convinced themselves you will buy, it usually is not very productive unless entertainment is one's objective. This is especially true when interviewing someone for a technical job and probably others as well. The question is asked, the candidate's mouth becomes dry, sometimes they sweat and then they proceed to supply a bullshit response which they foolishly believe you will accept simply because they do not know or in some cases are simply incapable of admitting they do not have the answer.

 The net result, they simply establish that they cannot be trusted and when the interview is over, their resumes are unsanctimoniously discarded, they are thanked for the interview and immediately forgotten. As for the three magic words which would have opened the door to the opportunity and rewards held therein. Hmmm ...I don't know.

For years and years now i have used Facebook. While chatting in IRC we would review the latest social media sites, receive visits from those who were making them, including a couple from the projects by Cult of Cthulhu folks, one or two from SIN as it was conceived and then came into being, a number familiar with the 600 Club, the Modern Church of Satan, a variety of boards which were temporary using some service which eventually changed their policies and charged money, driving out all users, etc.

Facebook seemed somehow different than the rest in a couple of ways in that they 1) appeared to require the use of legal names, and 2) were apparently implementing a diverse set of interaction applications interior to their network. I was satisfied watching the Satanists come and go, occasionally create a temporary account i rarely used once learning that such things wouldn't be immediately stomped, and unifiedly emphasizing my online projects in an overt fashion.

At some point a few of us who were using IRC in a very small, yet tight-knit, group decided that Facebook might offer an opportunity in that it accommodated chat there in groups, and this might get more traffic than we were seeing in Dalnet. We created a joint account none of us were concerned with losing and shared a login and password amongst us.

Through time this seemed to yield potential. Chat seemed possible and might attract 15-20 or more people simultaneously with only a few technical glitches. At times people were added without providing permission, and the technical idiocy of Facebook provided for absolutely zero (0) moderation or expulsion, making it extremely tentative and restricted to the mature. Gaining group members we soon found out that the only groups *capable* of sustaining the chat feature were those with less than 30 or 40 members maximum. This immediately killed the possibility of using the same group and chatting using it.

Once the chat feature became problematic, enthusiasm for the project began to wane amongst participants. As the weeks and months wore on internecine squabbles erupted and from what we could tell there were reports to Facebook and these compromised a series of accounts of those who became the targets. We could never tell, initially or eventually, from the outside whether someone was having problems with their account due to technical limitations and who was receiving a challenge to their account from Facebook admin, asking for identification or proof of being "Samael Deathbringer" or whatever pseudonym the person was using.

By slow and incremental portions almost everyone began to either resurface with a new, legal name, or simply reappear with a new account and a new, or the same, nickname they had been using before. The technical means of keeping people together as friends or group members or whatnot while all this was happening was somewhat tenuous, and people became more and more quiet within Facebook as a result. Fewer and fewer of our group continued to use the shared account, until pretty much i was left with it.

At that point i decided to see what i might do with it. I had my legal name account, and was exploring the ins and outs of that to good effect. I re-assigned the name of the group Satanist account and quickly learned that there were only so many *times* that this could be done (maybe once or twice more after exploring). Not only this, it wouldn't even ALLOW my Satanic initiated name (either "Troll" or "Towelhead"), so i was stuck with trying to get a variation on my title, winding up with 'Grand Mufti Satanist', all of which apparently passed their mechanical filters.

I then set about issuing friend requests to dozens and dozens of people: anyone with the name 'LaVey', anyone with 'Satan' in their name, etc., and it was only after about the first 40 or 50 that i began to get challenges via the Facebook system that i "might not be using the account as was intended". I discontinued and tried the same thing the next day or a few days later and had similar effect. I built it up to something like 1400 Friends and then it began giving me regular captchas, so i stopped that and instead began to explore its chat feature.

I began to add hundreds of people to chat without asking them and seeing what would happen. There were many who simply remove themselves from the "discussion", some who were very happy to be there and commenced to chatting away, and some who bitterly complained at being dumped there without asking. Some made noise, others began to converse in very interesting ways amongst us.

Eventually it became obvious that chats like this didn't last long and, while we could have a sustained engagement of this type, inevitably a bunch of us would be compromised and our accounts removed and so those who knew one another couldn't really sustain being members of it. The chat was truly a bust, and this after i had abandoned IRC and Dalnet to devote a bunch of time to analyzing and exploring Facebook.

Meanwhile SIN and other boards were going through upheavals and revolutions, and we would occasionally get word from Zach about it. In Aug of last year i heard from him and had to re-sign-up because he'd lost control or the whole thing had been hacked. I dutifully and loyally re-created the Troll account after all that history which had gone before, and posted the 'Triumphant Return' essay which had become my herald upon again returning (prior after having again received a booting from the board, now upon the board itself returning!).

After months i was pretty much the lone standing of us who hadn't been relegated to a legal name account or departed to realms elsewhere. I had joined numerous groups, wrestled with a batch of interested Satanists and quasi-Satanists, Dark Pagans, etc., creating numerous groups, taking over some after they'd been abandoned, seeing some of them set from Public to Closed and from Closed to Secret heavily restricting the likelihood of being found without advertizing.

After some 2-3 years at least of this kind of activity (almost entirely separate from my first account), Facebook finally caught up with me and challenged the Grand Mufti Satanist name, requesting it be changed, and i changed it to 'Satanist Grand Mufti' and wondered how they would possibly leave it untouched. For another 6 months or so i bolstered the groups and pages that i owned with that account by co-owning them with my original account, just in case, watching numerous of my friends lose accounts because of their pseudonyms (mostly Satanists and Neopagans) and sure that that account would be doomed but i'd make my best effort to retain it.

Sure enough some 3.5-4 years into its use i finally got the challenge i was expecting demanding an ID. I examined their rules, which stated that if you had a piece of correspondence and a business card with your name on them, then this would be acceptable proof of identity. I spent the $15 to have a minimal set of business cards with 'Satanist Grand Mufti' on them with my photo and email address, sent myself some mail which arrived without a very heavy cancellation, scanned them both and sent them in for proof.

Perhaps needless to say, despite their rules including this, they did NOT accept this as a name, and froze the account. I then set into the next phase of my plan (which i had only barely prepared to implement -- my efforts were somewhat half-hearted). I designed a means of recreating an account using a RTF file with links to all the friends that i cared to reproduce, plus links to all groups to which i wished to belong, and then used this with different email addresses successively to recreate the Satanist Grand Mufti named account. I got this down to a 15 minute process!

So then i proceeded to watch as the Facebook folks put my IP on a more and more brief watch and hand-refroze the account with less and less intervening time until the last couple were 2 days and about 4 hours. At that point (May of 2015) i gave the whole project up and re-set the pages of Troll Towelhead to operate as my Satanist outlet, noticing a huge decrease in my involvement amongst actual Satanists. I just got the repeat Christians wanting to sell their souls.

Since then i've been busy, and intended to once again set out into the internet to find out whether any of these boards were alive. I did find SIN immediately (someone posted a Facebook ad for the New Testament Satanic Bible with a foreward by Zach Black which drew my interest in looking him and SIN up). That gave me incentive.

So here i have returned, and just in the last few days have resumed IRC Dalnet #satanity involvement as well, letting Venus and other regular denizens of it that this was the intention.

So hello again! :)

Troll Towelhead, Grand Mufti of Satanism

https://www.facebook.com/Tr0llT0welhead

(even pages couldn't contain 'troll' or 'towelhead'! only with zeros!!)

So, yeah. Heh :) I got called on some bullshit. A few days ago Zach made it abundantly clear that I was being an asshole and that sort of thing wouldn't be tolerated 'round these parts and you know what, motherfucker, that's cool with me. No really. I shit you not. In fact, I have a lot of respect for it. I was indeed being an asshole and Zach handled it well. (IMHO)

Normally, this kind of mod/admin conversation would stay private. This time, I'm saying a bit about it for a specific reason: it shows that SIN isn't like most. 

You probably know what I'm talking about: what usually happens is guy running the show makes the popular kids the mods who then will slam the ban hammer down on someone for making a valid point which they disagree with. Drama, drama, rinse, repeat.

I've known Zach for several years now. I've known the guy since the "old youtube days" (was it 2009? or 10?) before there was a SIN. Y'know, waaaay back. And I gots to follow the rules like everybody else.

I'm very happy about this. Being the devil's advocate of a problem child that I am, I've been booted out of countless Satanic forums for a myriad of bullshit reasons. So, I know the tar and feather well. :) Never, not even once, can I think of a time when a mod has been held accountable for their bullshit. Until now. (Ok, yeah, so it was me, but who gives a shit? :) ) The important thing here is that the line has been drawn in the sand as far as what will and will not be tolerated here at SIN.

Asshole mods? Absolutely not.

The bar is indeed being raised. 

For the past twenty-two chapters I've been saying that you are sovereign. You're the absolute final judge of the worth of information you receive; you're the one who decides every one of your actions; you're the person who determines what is right and wrong for you. 

That's the simple reality of it. But many people don't want that responsibility—even though they can't possibly discard it. And so they hope to be handed a ready-made philosophy of life. Such a person wants someone else to guarantee that he's right—no matter what happens. 

You are responsible, because you will experience the consequences of your own acts, and those consequences are the final judge of whether you've been right or wrong. They provide a verdict from which there is no appeal.

The insecure individual hopes somehow to bypass that verdict. He looks for away to believe he's right, no matter what consequences he experiences. 

He looks for a source of "truth" that he can believe in. When he finds it, he accepts it totally. He feels that this gives him the security to know that he's right,and he prefers that kind of security to the need to rely upon his own ability.

The philosophy he finds usually contains three basic ingredients. They are moral rightness, a leader, and an enemy. These ingredients arm him with an assurance that allows him to disregard the test of consequences. 

The sense of moral rightness permits him to believe that he's right no matter what the consequences he receives in life. He settles for whatever happiness he gains from knowing he's adhered strictly to the code. He "knows" he was right in what he did—righter than his successful, wealthy, peaceful, joyous neighbor.

Such a philosophy will usually have a leader to give the individual the confidence that he doesn't have in himself. If questions or doubts arise, the leader can set them to rest. The insecure individual may feel, "I can't tell what is right, but he says it's right—and he must know."

It always seems necessary, too, for the philosophy to have an enemy. That provides a ready-made explanation for any bad consequences that may occur. 

Since the philosophy is usually expressed in terms of "moral truths," the battle with the enemy becomes a moral one. "We" (the good guys) are moral and "they"(the enemy) are immoral. 

The moralistic overtones create an evangelical fervor. The enemy isn't pictured as a group of misguided individuals who don't understand things as well as "we" do. Instead, "they" know what they're doing and know that it's wrong. They're acting deliberately; they're "evil."

This eliminates the need for the moralist to be tolerant or understanding of anyone whose interests conflict with his. Instead, he can be aggressive, violent, nasty, vitriolic, outraged—because he's dealing with someone who is immoral and thus not deserving of benevolence. It's an ideal way to relieve the pent-up frustrations that come from having to bear the bad consequences that might come from living by the philosophy. 

So the insecure individual looks outside himself for intellectual security. He hopes to find a philosophy that will guarantee him moral rightness, a leader to compensate for his lack of confidence, and an enemy to justify whatever goes wrong. Unfortunately, he lives in a fool's paradise. He still has to deal with the world and with the consequences of his own actions.

Meanwhile, the individual who recognizes his own sovereignty considers the consequences of his actions to be the only standard of right and wrong. He knows that he's capable of seeing those consequences and reacting to them as necessary. He can change any course of action that doesn't work; he can handle change and surprises as they occur. He can deal with whatever comes.

He would feel insecure only if he had to act in accordance with someone else's judgment. He would be genuinely afraid if someone else's decisions were determining his future.

He knows that the future is uncertain. But he's willing to be vigilant—to check the results of his actions. And he's willing to be honest—to acknowledge any mistakes and correct them immediately.

He's found the only kind of intellectual security that makes sense—reliance upon his own sovereignty.

--Excerpt from "How I Found Freedom in an Unfree World" by Harry Browne

“Why Satan?” I am asked, by people who speak the name in hushed tones. “Why the Devil? Why evil?” These questions sound quite valid on the surface and I can understand the incredulity behind an uninformed mind’s opinion. Upon closer examination, however, the questions answer themselves.

Lucifer. God’s own most-loved creation, the favourite angel of the Almighty. Favoured by a God who created him knowing that he would fall and be cast down - and yet loved him most anyway. It seems odd to me that God’s best loved is mankind’s most loathed. And I don’t understand the reasons he is so hated and feared. If one studies any facet of Abrahamic religion, the only reasonable conclusion is that Lucifer is truly the champion of humankind.

John 3:16 states “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son; that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” God loved the world? When did he love it? When he flooded it and killed millions of people? When he had bears maul children for mocking a bald man? When he was so insecure he almost made a father kill his own son just to prove how much faith he had? This is not love. Creating beings imbued with free will and punishing them for exercising said free will is most assuredly not a loving act.

God created man and put him in paradise. But he encouraged man to remain ignorant. This was not for man’s own good - this was so man’s cognitive abilities would not rival God’s own. He created an item that would illuminate the mind of man and then banned him from ever utilising it. That is not love. Love - true, deep, unconditional love - is wanting to see your loved ones flourish; to see them reach the pinnacle of happiness and wisdom. Love is elevation and guidance - hate is suppression and willful obstruction.

Who then, in Eden, acted out of love? Certainly it was not God. It was the snake. The snake identified as Lucifer. It was Lucifer who encouraged humanity to gain wisdom and knowledge, it was Lucifer who supported humanity in their strive for autonomy, it was Lucifer who selflessly stepped in and guided man every step of the way, out of the garden of ignorance and into the world of wisdom. Lucifer lifted the veil God placed across the eyes of man: Lucifer taught man how to truly see.

Lucifer the Light Bringer, the Morning Star. For a being so reviled, he has never stopped loving and protecting us. Where God sees sin, Lucifer sees instinct. Instincts that are, often, pleasurable and beneficial for humanity, and are only considered “bad” when indulgence gives way to compulsion. Lucifer gave man the gift of freedom - freedom from a God who would control our thoughts and actions. Having given us such a gift, it’s only natural that he would want us to retain that freedom, and addictions and compulsions are masters we choose to obey. So he encourages us to learn, live, and enjoy, but bow to no master but ourselves. 

Humanity has benefited from the indulgence of instinct, often seen as sin in the eyes of the righteous. Pride has given us health and self-esteem, lust has given us procreation and survival of the species, sloth has given us recuperation and reprieve from mental and physical exertion, gluttony has given us agriculture, envy has given us ambition, greed has given us exploration, and wrath has given us motivation. These are the seven deadliest sins, so abhorrent are they that God himself is incapable of forgiving these transgressions. To Lucifer, these are not sins, they are guarantors of health, prosperity, survival, and happiness. In fact, the only acts Lucifer cannot abide are the sins of willful ignorance and purposeful stagnation. 

While often portrayed as the Adversary (and rightfully so), it is obvious that he is not the adversary of goodness and purity. Satan is the adversary of tyranny and oppression. It is a mantle thrust upon him by detractors, but to those who understand his motives, it is a banner. Whenever man has created or appreciated art, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us. Whenever man has applied critical thought to the world around him, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us. Whenever man has escaped servitude and mental or physical bondage, whenever man has fought for justice and progress, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us.

This is my answer. “Why Satan?” Because there is no other acceptable alternative. Lucifer gave us wisdom, joy, appreciation, freedom, love, acceptance, pleasure, and power. Lucifer was cast down from Heaven, rejected by his creator, because of the value he saw in himself and in God’s other creations. And in God’s eyes, the worst thing any creature can do is value himself, for to do so is to start the journey to self-reliance. And God cannot exist where man has come to rely on himself to meet his needs. The Devil has no such insecurities. He knew full well that by giving man the gift of knowledge, he would eventually find himself obsolete as mankind became self-aware and autonomous. I have no use for John 3:16, this is the truth: "For Lucifer so loved the world, that he gave himself, that whosoever should open their eyes would not wander blind, but have everlasting sight." - Rider 3:16

This is my love letter to the one that set me free. To the one who unbound my shackles of fear, insecurity, and mental servitude. A thank you to the fallen angel who has sacrificed his existence and reality in order to elevate my own. A declaration of gratitude and adoration to the one who is personified within myself. May the light he fell to bring us radiate through me for all to see. There is no God or Devil, no Heaven or Hell - there is only what we create for ourselves. This knowledge, this power, gives us each omnipotence, it requires only that we be brave enough to take it.

I am a Daughter of the Morning Star. I am the Adversary of the Dying Lamb. 

My name is Velna, I'm new here everyone... So allow me shout out a great hello to all! This Website seems like a most interesting place. I feel like I've just arrived at a fascinating vacation destination. I cannot wait to explore and hopefully learn. Learning is my favorite thing to do. 

My interests include devil worship, magic, fun, the art of comedy and mass media. I truly enjoy a good argument that allows for respectful debate. I may hate what you say but I'll never hate you. ...

Good morning said the dog walking a kid on a leash. Good morning I answered politely but couldn’t help chuckling. Yeah, it was the dog walking the kid, not the other way round. That damn dog was bigger than her, an eleven-year-old daughter of my neighbors who have just moved in. Totally irresponsible people. They should have bought a smaller dog. This one was too big. It was pulling the child behind itself. But why should I care? Not my business.

I returned to reading the newspaper. It was a beautiful sunny morning, just perfect for sitting on a bench in the park. It was just a bit too noisy for my taste though. Plenty of children running around and playing, neurotic parents calling and shouting at their kids. Total craziness.

Rex! Rex! Come back here! Rex! Rex! Come back! Come back! I looked around. The dog was running around the park with the leash hanging loose and the child was chasing it. Rex! Rex! Rex! Come back! Rex!

Those people are really funny, those who think they can walk the Beast on a leash. Sooner or later, the blessed day comes when the Beast gets out of hand. This is when it becomes beautiful. Chaos unbound, pure evil uncontrolled by anyone. It’s so amusing to see confusion and helplessness on their faces, or even anger, when it dawns on them they are no longer in control, when they see everything fall apart. They wish then they wouldn’t have started playing with fire. They wish they could turn the clock back but it’s too late…

Rex! Come back, Rex! Mommy! Mommy! Rex ran away! Mommy! And the child started crying. Like a puppet on the strings, I thought. It’s too late, my darling, too late…

Don’t worry she said and unzipped his trousers. James doesn’t know anything. Too stupid. He thinks I’m staying late at work. The loser can’t even find a job. I’m wasting my life with him. She was sitting on him and delicately caressing his breast with her tongue. You know how to satisfy your tigress. And she laughed and kept laughing louder and louder and louder…

I put my fingers in my ears but her laughter reverberated all round the room. I let the photos fall on the floor, the photos made by the private detective. She had been cheating on me for two years, fucking her colleague in a cheap motel. The nasty visions were passing rapidly through my mind. I must put myself together. Soon it will be over. I prepared myself for this for quite a long time. Everything will be all right. The doorbell rang.

Oh the dinner is ready! Oh James, how romantic! I took her coat and lighted the candles.

I watched her breathing while she was laying beside me. So peaceful and serene. I had put enough of sedatives in her drink. She looked self-confident as usual, even now, when she was sleeping, blissfully unaware of what was going to happen. I pressed the pillow against her face. I waited and watched how her life was slowly leaving her body…

She was always on top of me when we were making love. Always dominating at work, at home and in bed. Now there she was, submissive and obedient, bending unconditionally to my will.

Like a puppet on the strings, I whispered after I got off on her inert body.

It’s too late, honey. It’s too late.

I've railed against many things on this site, but it's this one I have always hated the most. To me, the psychologist is a bastard child of religion and modern academic dogma. He or she fills a role in society that is niether earned, nor understood by them in the slightest. Many long years ago, in your local village there might have been a shaman, or a wise man or wise woman. They practiced the hidden arts with benevolence and love, and helped their neighbors solve problems in a healthy way. They also used many techniques almost completely lost to us, to predict important weather patterns that would have a good or bad effect on crops. 

The catholic church sought to erradicate this person in the late medieval period and replace them with a priest, who takes orders from and reports to the bishop, who reports to the pope. This way they could affect complete control over every province/people who converted, and even to this day it allows them huge influence over countries and governments.

With this in mind we can see how, the academites, in their never ending quest to dominate thought and discourse in modern nations, sought to replace the priest with their psychologists. You may ask then, what is the difference between the priest and the therapist? Which is worse? I say they are the same thing.

Just like the priest goes to seminary to learn the bible, the psychologist goes to college to learn the DSM. Academia is the same as organized religion in the sense that it does not seek to solve problems as much as control people's thinking in such a way as to prevent them. Therefore, I believe that Academia is not a huge step forward from religion, save for it's respect with the regards to objective science. But is it really that objective?

Why should I believe some 34 year old manboy whos only experience outside mom's house was college/seminary/other bullshit factories and controlled environments, when our real elders and the people we should be listening to/getting counsel from are left to die in bland nursing homes? This is a fucking crime against humanity that keeps getting perpetrated every generation in worse ways.

Real science is simply not firmly grounded. What you were sure was true yesterday might be proven wrong tomorrow. And maybe, after a few years, THAT might be proven wrong again and you might be right.  The key to having an open mind is true and unfiltered scepticism, and acute self awareness. You have to constantly ask yourself these questions to be truly scientific:

Am I biased?
Why am I biased?
Does this just feel good, or is it real?
Why does this feel good if it isn't real?
Is this fake because I don't like it?
If it's real why do I not like it?

Many people will disagree with me, but I believe mankind was doing some things right back in ancient times. We need to return to a decentralized, self sufficent, and individually self reliant species. How then, collectivists, can we be a community if the members of the community have no individual value? Today we are a dependant, domestic society. Our churches and our schools don't want us to think. They want us to all be mindless sheep. That is why all free/healthy thinkers live lonely lives. But let the sheep wallow in their own filth under the crook of their negligent and cruel sheperds. When they call me crazy I just laugh harder. Whats crazier than surrendering your personality to become a cartoon character?

Dear Satan (and Eris and everyone else),

Thank you for the problems I face today. They are better than the ones I faced yesterday. May tomorrow's problems be even more to my liking.

Thank you for the opportunity to run and catch the train. Few things make me feel more alive than sprinting so I am not late to work. That sigh of relief as I hop on board is extremely heartfelt.

Thank you for answering prayers. Your sense of humor really is impeccable.

Thank you for friendships both near and afar. It is nice to know someone out there won't run me over with their vehicle in the zombie apocalypse.

Thank you for coffee, whether it is good or bad. I really enjoy waking up to caffeine every day.

Thank you for squirrels. I like their tails and they give me a lot to think about.

Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation. - Eric Hoffer



There comes the time in your life when you realize it is impossible to put together the shattered glass or that the diamond you cherished for so long is only a piece of trash. You can hold the sham in your hand and still delude yourself it is a gem or accept the bitter truth and throw it away.

Disillusionment has many faces. Each will haunt your memory for days, months or even years and hurt like a knife stabbing your chest. Whenever your dreams are shattered, the part of you dies. The reality you must face is too often gloomy, unfriendly or even scary. This and the painful realization that you have been deluding yourself for so long.

When the guy you were in love with turns out to be someone else than a prince in the golden castle, when your dream job turns out to be a nightmare, when your friends reject you, when you lose your religion and when you see you're not as perfect as you thought you were, bafflement, bitter disappointment and remorse are likely to follow. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so blind? I was in love. I was totally enchanted. I trusted my friends. I thought I could do that. Perhaps, I disappointed my friends. I was not a good wife. I could be more attractive. I could do better...

Cold evaluation of yourself and others is definitely in order, though not before you bury your dreams and illusions and let the grief pass. They deserve the mourning like the dead children, because they were part of you. Then and only then can you move on.



Every wall is a door. The end of something is the new beginning, an opportunity to look inside. The God that can save you will come from the darkest depths of your mind, your inner voice, your real self, real, not imaginary, not illusory and that voice will lead you along the path, your own path of life. The feeble voice so often unheard because of the loud and persistent gabble of experts, religious leaders, authority figures and all those who think they know the best how you should live your own life.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.

First off, My name is Charles Benjamin Clifton, Second, as you can see on my Profile I am a Eclectic Satanist, I take things from other paths, and form it on my own. I take things from Asatru, Druidry, Buddhism,  and other Pagan/Old Spiritualistic Philosophies, and form it into my own path. Many people will ask me Why do you worship Satan or call yourself a Satanist? Well, my answer to that question is that I do not believe in a conscious Deity or Deities, I believe in a force greater than us, like Gravity for example, but its not a conscious life force. I use a blend of Different Philosophies to fit my own Beliefs. Then why do I call myself a Satanist? How does Satan come in to play? These are the questions people will ask me. I respond with this answer, The word Satan is Hebrew for Adversary or opposer. The Judeo-Christian Church deemed all alternate philosophies "Evil" and labeled them as "Satanist". I use Satan as an overall belief system, representing the Cardinal Nature of mankind and Elevating and Empowering Humanity to reach equality to "The Gods" The Gods, represents The Seven Chakras within ourselves. 

In my opinion that means to find yourself and to strive to better yourself.

I can't ignore what I see as an encroachment of pleb politics within Satanism. I see it more and more, the social justice warriors are setting up shop in our garage without permission. Some are already in the house somehow. Sure, I like the TST's sense of humor, and nothing particularly damning has been done that makes us look like morons. But look at the pieces of work they let in there.

It's inevitable they will have a bad influence. I can prove it.

Satanism is not a safe space
As a rule, every satanist is (or should be) a free thinker. Satanism is a thing because of the closed minded attitude on both sides of the spectrum in the US, that created a group of people who actually identify with the fucking devil in some way. I do not claim any expertise, rank, or intelligence. I am writing this in an informal style, because It's easier to not heavily edit things, if you want to police people's grammar go back to Reddit.

With the large influx of a new generation of satanists, those that have come before have the responsibility to be slightly helpful. Before we steal the freshman's lunch money and dunk their head in the toilet for being lame, Let's give them the benefit of the doubt. I put forward satanism is not a safe space, allow me to explain it as kindly as I can bring myself to. My ego says verbal abuse is a better idea but I'm going to try as hard as I can to not be "Toxic". I think I already failed

Does the SJW even follow the nine tenants?
1: Indulgence over abstinence
The Sjw ideology promotes abstinence from many things for moral reasons, including language censorship. It also promotes the over indulgence in whatever you want.
2:Vital existence
The Sjw believes in unproven and subjective new age spiritualism Including the use of crystals, and a mix match of any eastern philosophy that feels good to them.
3:Undefiled wisdom not self deciet
The sjw does not think critically. The Sjw believes what makes them feel better. This one is being directly violated.
4:Kindness to those who deserve it, Do not waste love on ingrates
The Sjw practices love to only their own group, The Sjw is a racist and a sexist. We should not waste our love on them, They just react to our hospitality by trying to censor our speech.
5:vengeance not turning the other cheek
The Sjw plays the victim, instead of attacking their opponents. They do not take revenge they simply complain and expect somebody to fix their problems.
6: give responsibility to the responsible
Leadership is earned not gotten freely in satanism. Sjws have no leaders most times, and the ones they have are inept.
7:Man is just another animal.
Many social justice groups still believe in the sanctity of humanity.
8:The celebration of sin
The sjw tries to shame others for commiting imaginary acts of moral impurity. They do not celebrate rejecting moral codes, but author them.
9:They are the church's best freinds because they are just like them, Not because they keep them in business.
So they don't follow any of them. Why are we letting these people hijack our brand? they aren't satanists. They go against what we teach and drag the name of our religion through political dirt for shock value.
I present to you brothers AND sisters, The SJW is exactly the same as the evangelical christian. I can prove it with a simple comparison:
SJW                                                            Fundementalist evangelical
believes naughty words hurt people             same
believes they are right no matter what        same
Follows leaders and needs them                   same
believes the ridiculous with no proof           same
Needs a group to feel validated                    same

This list could go on for another 40 lines. But the one line that is important more so than the others is the last one. Needs group validation.

As satanists, free thought needs to be our highest priority. We don't gather to feel validated. We don't group together because we want to all agree with each other and hold hands. We meet to challenge each other, to learn from each other and grow from constructive critisism. We aren't a herd, we are the pack. SJWs are the herd of this world. We are the people that dictate to them, because they are too mentally weak to make good decisions. But wait you just said "reeee freedom of speech" shouldn't they be included?

No. not in this forum. There is simply nothing for them to offer here. We have come to a level of awareness where most of what they could contribute we either already know, or blatantly disagree with. We simply aren't concerned with the same things most of the time.

Just like other groups they may be well meaning and even right at times. Much of what they believe is in line with what we do concerning christians for example. But our methods, our discussions, Are different from theirs. The SJW is a pleb. We should not allow plebs amongst our midst. What is a pleb?

Pleb (noun) meaning a person connected to the mainstream hivemind, not taking authority in their own life. IE members of curtain fandoms, SJWs and religious people. What I call "Tethered thinkers". We CAN work as a team, but we also work as individuals. The SJW rejects individuality while thinking she promotes it. The aggressive support of political parties is an act of collectivism, and it does damage to our cause. We are not here to invest our time and resources into political parties, they do not give back their support in a public way, therefore they have no place among our priorities.

The goals satanism seeks are personal, professional, and cultural. But not political. We are outside politics.

Satanists are indivualist, not collectivist. The satanist is constantly evolving in a hedonistic, humanist frame of thinking. We simply don't have time for the Pleb. The SJW pleb can't handle sex, drugs, or rock and roll without somebody holding their hand and guiding them through it. I am tired of seeing these people at our events, just as much as the neo nazis. They all make us look like idiots.

Satanists for example should never care about race or gender. Race or gender has never mattered to satanists, because it (actually) Doesn't Matter. The Pleb cares about these things because government propaganda and personal jealousy compels the Pleb to care. The satanist does not take mental direction from the media, or from the pleb. Therefore, the pleb is not and can never be a true satanist or enjoy the benefits of satanism while being a pleb.

The satanist can be anyone, but the satanist is in open rebellion against the destructive scam that IS religion and politics. If the satanist indugles in religious belief and political dogma, they are not practicing satanism. We teach that these things are bad, and are hurting society.

If your a satanist, you don't give two shits what color your fellow satanist is. All you should care about is how much this person has to devote to the group and their own abilities. Satanism is a selfish religion. We say that being selfish is not bad, but in fact wise at times. Why should we care about racial issues? As I said, the pleb will always find a way to divide himself and any organization they bumble into. We should not promote this crap. Not because the pleb ideology is damaging them and we are concerned, but because it damages our credibility as an organization.

I am of the firm belief we should all accept fraud for what it is. Reality has a thin veneer, and so not everything is as it appears. Theres alot of things people still fall for every day. These are some things I view as simply a waste of your time and funds.

Ice in soda at fast food joints

I still don't get this one. If you hit a drive through on the way home, and wish to get the most bang per buck, for fuck's sake order your drink with no ice. You get nearly twice the soda, it stays cold almost just as long. The whole reason you even have to special order to get no ice, is ice cost less to burger king than coke does. Therefore, they make a tiny extra pocket change by handing you a 24 ounce soda that's actually 60 percent ice.

God

If a loving god made us, then why do movies like sucicide squad get made? And if god is real, why does he allow Christians and las vegas to exist? 

 
College

Many people I've seen graduate later said it wasn't worth it. Depending on what you do, I tend to agree after meeting the ones who said it was and seeing how well their careers have gone. I say skill over credentials wins every time. Between tuition, textbooks, and headache, I would likely regret it afterwards. It's much smarter to build up skills at things you enjoy, and make them marketable. Cut out the middle man. I won't even get started on student debt.

Computer security software.

This one is hard for me to admit seeing as I work for one the companies who makes this crap. Some aspects of it are helpful, but ultimately it does and checks what you sould be checking on and doing yourself. That's why Tor and maybe a VPN are the best defense you really have, but even then, your security is in your own hands. You can have the best software on the planet and if you happen to be a moron somebody will still hack you. Play things close to the chest, privacy is over. Not worth the money.

Expensive cars

Why? Whats the point of a lambo? it doesn't make me money. It doesn't get me high or improve my health.
>But the hoes dude
They know guys rent those all the time. Only a real rich person would dress in normal clothes and have a loui vatton wallet for example. If you bought into the fancy car thing, your intelligence is outdated. You gotta think of yourself my dude. Same goes for name brand clothes. It's a scam. Don't buy that crap unless it's fake and theirs a profit to be made from reselling it. A good haircut goes way further than a flash set of wheels you'll likely get a dui in anyway. Don't waste your money.

The cup and ball scam/casinos

If you have ever fallen for this, please slap yourself right now. It has been around since the middle ages. Basically, The ball is not on the table when you chose a cup. I don't care how much you watched him. He can bounce the ball to a guy waiting at the back of the line and you would never even see it! Walk past those shit kickers and go find a bar. A headache is better than trying to win that fucking game. Casinos are basically the same thing, unless you randomly win a jackpot, and they will likely find a way to hoover that up somehow before you leave. MY advice, if you like gambling, get a freindly card game together with the lads, cash only, and make sure the bastard who hosts it doesn't put mirrors everywhere. Smaller is better when it comes to gambling.

Owning a house

This used to be a good idea, now, not so much. Unless you are sure you never wanna move again, and you have insurance with a generous pay out, don't do it. If you do already own one, rent it out to somebody instead of live in it. It's difficult to explain but most houses are going down in value and It's not wise to invest in one long term. You lose wealth over time in certain situations. Unless there's positive monthly income coming from it, owning a house can be a burden to the financially inexperienced. There's still smart ways to do it but it's mostly a retirement/endgame strategy.

I am a typical "Goldwater Moderate".  I grew up in wacky do-your-own thing libertarian Arizona and the moderate politics of the state rubbed off.   While I'm still not a fan of Trump's further right policies, I will say this: 

This country needs a Trump reelection.  Not because he's right for the job; because he's right for the people, ALL OF THEM, even those that hate him. 

Imagine that. Against all odds "The Great Silent Majority" (I swear another presidential incumbent called upon that) sweeps him into a second term.  "Sacrafice". And wouldn't you know it registration is the highest it's ever been.  Record breaking. Texas, Ohio, Georgia... You name it. The silent majority is getting ready. 

Which way will they go? 

Down 8 in the polls currently, but he was down 12 last time.

Who remembers this:

Seems like ancient history with the lemmings all hopping on Team Pelosi and taking their spite out on the democratic process.  Never has any sitting president been so opposed in their office by vindictive politicians with the only priority getting back at them for taking away their hope to follow up the hope.  

It was supposed to go, "First a black President, then a woman president", and Country Club Old Money took it from them, rode a bull economy, and did a fairly descent job to those paying attention. He even managed to pull off many of his campaign promises.  And his supporters quite liked him telling China to f* off and picking tariff tiffs with the Canadians.  

And whether or not you support it, THOSE are the things he's done with his presidency.  

But that's not important, because this is the snowflake twitter generation. Hashtag simple. Basic. 

The anger exhibited by a college aged millenials is like watching Hitler youth salute their master. Only it's a fist, a fuck the police, and a want so bad to say they were part of some social movement of change they don't see the s*** peddled to get their attention and support.   Snakes of implanted beliefs, and a spin to provoke the wishy washy herd minded idealism that elected Hitler chancellor and instilled revolucion in Latin America. 

And while that goes both ways, politically, The right has never been the side to violently protest, at least post 1900.  

Socio-political change comes from the left. 

But lately... 

It's hysteria. It's media driven. It's Facebook driven. It's another social meme that disposes hate with hate.  A herd with a herd. 

But it's ok because it's only hate of fascists.  And people that don't share your progressive ideology so much  that the judeochristian mindset of "You must think like me" takes hold and perspective flies out a morally righteous window.

With The NAACP, college tuition, and droves of people lining up to help the upstanding black kid succeed he only loses if he aspires to be a balla', and that's only when the line of work catches up.  

Yes black lives matter and moreso on a sliding scale of how disadvantaged they are.  

What if I was to say, "George Floyd deserved it, as would my white *** if I did the same thing"? 

This is crocodile tear hysteria, one so pressurized and ready to burst you can get reported to the fingermen of social justice if you dare say, "Maybe the cop wasn't racist and the guy was just an intoxicated jack*** that didnt want to go to jail?"

But what of the racists? These horrid folk that impede your progressive ideologies? 

What? The ones not on hillbilly heroin knocking back confederate recipe moonshine? The stupid impressionable DOC kids? There is an increasingly disparaging list of stereotypes of those classied as "White Supremacists", such as breeding like Clevon in the movie Idiocracy. 

Heritage *and* congenital defects not Hate! 

Not really the greatest threat to you or anyone... at most just more victims or rampant ignorant belief. 

They can fly their rebel flag and you can wipe your tears with a rainbow one. 

They have a right to exist so long as they don't advocate violence (legally). And run the risk of losing everything if they do. This country can have people that think things you don't like and you just have to deal with it.  They can think as xenophobic as they want. They can hate whomever they want. They can fly a Nazi flag alongside the antifa ones protesting them and no-one can stop each-other.  

And that's why a Trump reelection is a good thing. 

We, as a country (planet), need that riot. The country needs the angry riot of twice disenfranchised youth taking to streets in violent protest like someone else's ideology is the most destructive thing in their lives.  The mass the overflowing vitriol has created needs to implode. Whether a Trump reelection or Derek Chauvin being acquitted (very unlikely).

The breakdown of society will happen through rampant slave morality. A society of Zarthustras Apes, the alleged Ubermencsh sparypainting ACAB on banks, or donning the combat boots of a Leftover Crack fan and taking back the suburbs like a progressive liberal punk rocker. 

It's like the hippies with Facebook instead of LSD.

And if you know of things that happened before 1990, you'd know how the election is gonna play out. Happy trails smiling all the way to 1972. 

And this is good for everyone prone to viral outrage and resulting slave ideologies.  It just looks like the left is gonna be the ones to break it open and (hopefully) bring about the armageddon of moral indignation.  

But only if Trump wins.

Just get the pseudo-civil war over with...

My name is Emily Grierson. I'm the heroine from Faulkner's love story.

I live in the world of shadows and dust. I cannot let go of the past. Boldly and stubbornly, I refuse to let it go. The small town I live in is moving ahead but me... I stand still and motionless, in perpetual defiance of movement, stuck in the darkness, neither dead nor alive, forever locked at home. I don't believe in closed chapters and burned bridges. I cannot close one door, cannot open another.

No mortal being, no power in this world, will pull me away from the embrace of my beloved. Please, don't call him a corpse. My love, my passion, still vibrant and burning, is too furious to die.

I stroke his face, I kiss his hands, my grey hair on the pillow. I'm too proud to live and too proud to die. People keep talking about me, call me insane, call me perverse. They send letters, offer roses but I belong to their world no more.

He's here, mine for eternity. He's my world, my love, my life, my death, my everything. The world behind my windows doesn't exist. It's an illusion, annoying distraction. By drawing the curtains close, I've made it vanish. It is no longer here. Gone forever.

So... do not feel sorry for me. Do not pity or mourn me.

Feel sorry for yourselves. 

Golf is an individual sport. A sport is an activity that involves competition. Golf is played with clubs and a pitted ball.

First things first. The game has to appeal to you and you have to want to play. Next thing is you need golf clubs to play golf properly.  Typically you want an assortment of irons and wedges, with a driver and sometimes fairway woods. A putter rounds out the set.  You then put all that in a bag. This is called "a set of golf clubs". You need these to play golf right. 

Then you gotta find a golf course to play golf on. Sometimes these have driving ranges, which is another place to play golf. You need to get in your car and drive to a golf course. You can sometime participste in golf with others. 

You also need money to play. Golf is an expensive sport. If you have money you can play golf. 

In golf the objective is to do the best you possibly can. To take it upon yourself to try to get better at playing golf. To take the clubs and pitted ball and play golf the best you possibly can and to devote time to this pursuit.

After you play golf enough you will better at playing it because you play it all the time.

Bottom line is Golf is a sport that requires practice to get better at. The individual can practice golf to get better at the game of golf by using the assorted clubs and pitted ball.

If Satan saw my pink Vans I wore on my feet

He'd be amazed and ask me to meet

Him on the corner of the street.

If Satan saw the brown shirt I wore on my torso

He'd think of me amazing more so

And his heart would glow.

If Satan saw the red jeans I wore on my legs

And the bright orange socks I wore around my ankles

And the green hat I wore on my head

And the purple bra I wore over my boobs

Standing at that street corner waiting for him

It would be hard for him to miss me. 

I remade this popular video that I made many years ago. 

One of my favorite shows takes the same script and calls itself; Mayday, Air Crash Investigations, Air Disasters, and so on.

Several episodes have survivers and all have transripts of ATC communication. The thing that always sticks out isn't the passengers reactions but those with most information about their approaching death. While the passangers in back may pray that can be put to situational ignorance.

It still stands to reason that all goes out the window when the memory synapses start firing. All gnostic quirks can be attribute to coping when the end is still uncertain. But when the end is certain god becomes an interjection said in vain.  

Here are some uplifting last words by pilots.

Heaven and Hell:

USAir: 427 - "Hang on. What the hell is this?"

China Airlines: 676 - "Oh my God!  Oh my God!"

But Mostly This:

Continental Express 3407 - "We're down"

Polish Air Force 1549 - "Fuckkkkkk"

* Assassination of Polish Government

Vladivostokavia 352 - "That’s all guys! Fuck!"

Surinam Airways 764 - "That's it I'm dead."

Alaska Airlines 261 - "Ah here we go."

Air France 447 - "Damn it, we're going to crash... This can't be happening!"

Sometimes Shakespeare...

LOT Polish Airlines 5055 - "Goodnight, Goodbye, We Perish!"

On occasion there is never resignation by the crew:

United Airlines 232 - "Nah, I can't pull 'em off or we'll lose it, that's what's turning ya." 


*All four pilots survived. This news crews video captured the final moment.

And sometimes the last comment is for loved ones.

Atlantic Southeast Airlines 529 - "Amy, I love you."

* Got freed from the flight deck by a first responder with an axe.

Pacific Southwest Airlines 182 - "Ma, I love you"

[What else is there to say when this is happening to you.]

Interestingly, no one, in these final moments speaks for the afterlife except kamikaze or suicide pilots that planned it.

Garuda Indonesia Airlines 152 - "Aaaaaa. Allah Akbar."

Egypt Air 990 - "I rely on God" (repeated over and over)

It goes beyond aviation examples. For all this 'god is intrinsic' shit very few seem to diverge from statements that acknowledge a rapidly approaching finality to it all.

At death it is a sliding scale of self preservation to solace in it just ending, knowing all their efforts failed.

I can't speak for others but I find this one of the most beautiful things about death. The peace that while there may be no atheists in foxholes there are no religious people when the grenade lands next to them.

The Stooges were revolutionary in their part of the Punk Rock movement of the 70s. Though they weren't the first, they certainly were one of the best. Also, there's some kickass riffs heard in this album.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH6iDPhUjWs

A comment made me laugh. It inspired a blog.

"Maybe the fault lines will act up, then they will have be plenty of their own water." - CN

 There is an 80% chance of a MMI 10 magnitude earthquake hitting the greater Los Angeles area due to a rupture on the southern San Andreas fault in the next 30 years. 

MMI being the moment magnitude index, and measures shaking strength... For reference Northridge was MMI 9.   

Fuck Hollywood's representation, this is what will happen when it happens... 

The epicenter will be far out near the fault's turn to the west. The "big bend".  The closest major metro area is actually Palm Springs. The magnitude will be no higher than 8.1, as that is what is considered the strongest a lateral strike fault is capable of producing...  9.0 magnitude mega-thrust quakes are more a Seattle/Portland concern.

The strongest on record in Southern California is the 7.9 Fort Tejon quake, back when Fort Tejon was relevant. For argument sake we will use that.

What would a 7.9 earthquake with an epicenter 100+ miles from downtown LA do? 

First you must realize the epicenter means nothing. The shaking is caused by crust movement and if 200 miles of crust slips then the maximum intensity is felt all along that 200 miles... In the case of a San Andreas rupture the stress would be relieved northward, do the western half sliding past the eastern.  The projected slip for such an event would likely start out in the desert and follow along the Inland Empire, cut through Palmdale, and on towards Parkfield. You're within 40 miles of the strongest shaking everywhere in the LA area.

Pictured is a 7.8, so that only 100% stronger.

L.A. is perfect for this. It's a city built on liquefaction prone Jello. The LA basin actually assists in amplifying the shaking. And there will be much of it, and it will go on for what seems like ever. It will be in waves. It will build, peak  at 30 seconds, taper off, and then do it again only harder. The predicted shaking will last between 1 and 3 minutes depending on your location.

For perspective, the Loma Prieta 6.9 pancaked a viaduct in Oakland over 50 from it's strongest shaking. The San Andreas "Main Event" will be 31 times stronger than that..

Freeways will collapse, every remaining soft story apartment building in the LA Basin will be tested to it's breaking point, gas lines will rupture, and looting will be epic.

When all said and done it will likely be the worst natural disaster in American history.  Death tolls are expected to  be between one and ten thousand, and losses will be in the trillions.

Have fun LA.

In the 17th century, America's first "Satanic Panic" occured in Massachusetts known as The Salem Witch Trials, mass hysteria circulated of devil worshippers, witches & warlocks. Because of extreme religious beliefs, anyone accused of witchcraft was either burned or brought to the gallows to be hung. Those who accused these so-called witches claimed to incite "righteous murder" in the name of God.
Now fast forward time to the 1960's the formation of Anton LaVey's Satanic philosophy, people were contrasting him with the likes of Jim Jones, David Koresh & Charles Manson with fears of another cult. Mixed emotions of fear & anger came forward.
Then in the 1980's America's second "Satanic Panic" took place. Preschools, musicians, movies & television where caught in the storm of paranoia, as well as the serial killings of Richard Ramirez would only fan the flames of this panic. Churches were generating as much profit as possible from those frightened by the idea of Satanists amongst American society.
The year is now 2016 & Satanism has never been stronger in America. With our andvances in technology & science, it has generated more atheists & more people to spend time in front of their phones & tablets instead of attending church. America now takes part in all 7 deadly sins without worry of God's wrath & without knowledge of this. Lust, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath & Pride are everywhere you look. Your family, your friends, our music, our movies, television, video games, even the internet. All taking part in the new Satanic order constructed by Anton LaVey. Although most people are unaware of this & still assume Satanism is related to blood worship, ritualistic rape, murder, mass suicide or some other deluted vision of this philosophy, the bottom line is this, America was founded as a Christian nation with a strict god fearing order, has now evolved into a free thinking, atheistic nation with the love for sex, money, food & relaxation. The U.S.A. is now Under Satan's Authority.

"We are heading into a new Satanic age, the evidence is all around us, all we have to do is look at it"
-Anton Szandor LaVey, "The Black Mass", 1960

I've seen a lot of posts on SIN about this or that satanic band, or bands that are "real" satanists. I like music, and I like a lot of bands that could be labeled "satanic", so I'd give birth to another abomination of letters for everyone's eyeballs and brain-domes.

I find the concept of a "real" satanic band to be a bit silly. A real satanist is anybody who lives for themselves, and is in essence everybody, and perhaps every organism that has ever lived. As I've said elsewhere magick is nothing more than making your will happen in the objective universe. Any band that manages to have people they don't know discussing them are competent magicians, so long as they want people to talk about them. I assume that most musicians want people to listen to them, and people talking about them naturally leads to more people listening to them. Even if people hate a given band, I would say that band is probably still winning with their magick since fame is typically wrapped up in the goals of being in a band, and no press is bad press.

Music is one of the best examples of a quite literal and obvious form of magick. It comes from the performers mind, manifests in the movements required to play an instrument, and goes a step further when the sounds they produce enter into the minds of and are interpreted by listeners. Listeners feel the desired effects of the song, which can be as specific as a particular mood, or as a general as "feeling anything".

Musical performances  resemble ceremonial magick. Bands frequently wear specific clothes for a performance, imbibe certain psychoactive chemicals, perform behaviours to insure the success of the spells they cast like plugging in their amps and tuning their guitars. They manipulate the senses through sound and lighting to evoke or invoke different states in the audience. Then the audience, or the celebrants if you will, all take up their positions, and perform their rites. The rites can be a circle pit, headbanging, pogo-ing, snapping their fingers, slow dancing, or whatever else. In the best concerts, those performed by master magicians/musicians, everybody seems to get on the same "wavelength" (a terribly imprecise word, but I don't know another that can accurately capture that feeling of synchronicity) and for an hour or two become best friends, though if they pass each other on the street the next day they might not even acknowledge one another. In the end the celebrants become loyal to the musicians and will pay to see them again, pay for the music and merchandise, and spread the word. In effect, a good concert invokes the commercial will of the band into the souls of the audience, and the spell is complete when they have given their hard earned cash to their crooning masters. Concerts and the music business in general are a terrific example of magick in action.

Now that I've established musicians as both satanists and magicians (is their really a difference?), I'll look at some specific bands.

Burzum is one that I think of first. Like many dorky heavy metal enthusiasts, he was one of the first Norweigian Black Metal bands I ever heard, and subsequently fell in love with. Now obviously he is a racist, terrorist, and a murderer, and a guy I don't like. That does not make him a bad example of a satanic musician. The fact that he seems to be living a decent life (if that thing in France is resolved; I don't care to google it) despite his crimes is an endorsement of his power. Granted I don't have all the information. Perhaps his parents have a lot of money or something and that is how he got away with everything, or maybe it is really just because the Norweigian legal system is spineless, toothless, and dickless and anyone in that country would have had a similar fate to that suffered by ol' Uncle Varg.

Now those in the know probably know that Varg of Burzum officially renounced Satanism at a certain point and now practices some form of neo-pagan-asatru-white-supremecy nonsense. Keep in mind my point of view, and what I believe is the essence of Satanism. Everybody, and everything is a satanist, whether they know it or not. One need not be consciously one in order to be one. Though with song titles like "Black Spell of Destruction" and comments about specific albums being intentionally recorded as spells, it is hard to argue with him being a magickal musician in the most overt sense.

The Sex Pistols are another band that I think of as being highly magickal, though not necessarily satanic. They lit the fuse that led to the punk rock explosion that still effects rock and more generally pop music today.

Lastly I would like to bring up a musical group that is not satanic in any explicit sense. I'm sure anybody reading this is accustomed to the idea of traditionally religious folks being evil as fuck. I think this is because they try to cover up their evil in a glossy package that anybody with a brain can see right through. But their magick lies in their mastery of making brains stop working right, especially with regards to skepticism directed towards them and their absurd beliefs and practices.  That aside, lets talk about the Australian christian praise and worship band, Hillsongs United. 

The packaging, the production, the style of this bizarre entity is lesser magick par excellence. How better to convince young-uns that their position within the religion is perfectly acceptable in the larger evil of the non-christian world than by stealing the tricks of rock n' roll, that most evil of all pop culture commodities? They've got the gear, they've got the haircuts and the stressed jeans, from time to time they've even got the tattoos. They are cool as cats (in the eyes of their fans. And unlike the majority of bands with a satanic angle, I think their performances are far more magickal in nature. They actually believe that the awful racket they make is being heard by their hebrew wizard in the sky, and that he smiles at them because of it. I don't think many Mayhem fans think that they are actually making the horned one below smile with their carousing and headbanging. 

Hillsongs, believe it or not, can muster crowds and festivals of thousands. All raise their hands and sing in unison, and again, spend lots of money  in the name of their god. Isn't it funny how satanic and christian bands are ultimately doing the same thing? Selling their ideas wrapped in their aesthetics for money, for themselves.

Smoke Weed
Rob A Liquor Store
Fuck A Nun
Snort A Line
Commit Some Crime
Build The Wall
Deport Them All
Do meth

So I made a mistake in my last post. Excuse me while I commit seppuku for dishonouring my ancestors.

Ok, it took a few hundred squares of Bounty, but my brothers floor is all clean now. Does anybody know if human offal is compost-able? On to Transmundane:"reaching beyond or existing outside the physical world" according to dictionary.com, which as we all learned in samurai school is the supreme arbiter of etymological truth. I was under the mistaken impression that transmundane was a word invented by the guys and gals at Bethesda Studios who wrote the in game grimoire "Discerning The Transmundane" in Skyrim, which is a very cool occult questline. I thought that it was a nonsense word like something you would find in the excellent website http://wisdomofchopra.com/ (fyi today my wisdom was "nature is an ingredient of infinite images"). Apparently Transmundane has been used by obscure virginal theologians in the 1800s, and is roughly equivalent to the term paranormal. Not what I intended.

I was hoping to make Transmundane a marketable buzzword for my inevitable Satanic Self-Help books (while reading such books might not be very Satanic, selling them is the very definition), but with the revelation of an association to the paranormal, fuck it. What I meant was something that is simply outside of the mundane, but which is objectively real. Something that can be measured and tested. For example, if I perfect my 180 hook kick, I could probably break a dude's, or dudettes jaw ( I'm not sexist I'll hit a lady if she wants me to) with said kick with much more frequency than the vast majority of people on the Earth. That would be a transmundane accomplishment, because it is awesome, and exquisitely rare. But as I said, that is not the official definition, so fuck it, I'm cancelling my motivational speaking tour.

As an aside, I would use footnotes instead of parentheses, but I don't see how to do that in the word processor here?

So yesterday, I came across a youtube video on "Satanism as a religion?" This thing of calling Satanism a "religion," has been something I've pondered for a while. Now, I am not here to bash anyone that would adhere to any kind of religions. The point of my blog post is to simply cut through the vines towards the logic and reasoning on this subject.

A few people might call Satanism a religion, but what is a religion? If you look at most religions(I kind've mean it centered around on Christianity), it misses the concepts of having the critical thinking, skepticism, logic/reasoning. What I am trying to say is, religions such as Christianity does not get deeper on the surface's of reality. What do I mean by reality? The real world where god and Jesus cannot help you in your situations that you encounter in your own life. Now I am not saying their are stupid illogical people in every religion, as a matter of fact I am sure you have certain intelligent/logical individuals in every religion. But religion's such as Christianity miss those three key concepts (as I have stated earlier). Now take a look at Satanism, what do you see? Do you see it as a religion, or a philosophy? Take a look at the things that LaVey combined as his influences by applying it in Satanism. And tell me the logic if it is a religion?

So I find it funny that you might have a small percentage of people that would consider the Satanism incorporated by LaVey as a religion. The difference between a philosophy and a religion is pretty simple, in which I can bet every person knows it. A philosophy is a logical analysis/skepticism of life and the things that surround everyday life. A religion is one that does not have any logic or skepticism of an analysis towards life and everyday life. Christianity of course is that example. Instead it focuses on blindness towards belief without questioning it. Satan being "the one who questions," is that common antithesis. To the few percentage of people who actually choose to take Satanism like a regular church going person without any logical reasoning or critical thinking, I want you to take a look at these influences of LaVey, and try to compare it with the title "religion." Doesn't make any sense right? The simple theory that comes about, is perhaps LaVey simply used the term "religion" for pr purposes. Another thing to take a look at, read the satanic bible again and tell me if it makes sense to add magic rituals related towards a whole book that gets to the point of the here and now? To those who foolishly believe in it as some literal bible, I have no interest in hearing your argumental justifications as a "religion."