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The Colossus coughs clouds of toxic purple dust on it's grovelling subjects. A mother takes off her veil and puts it over her son’s head, hoping to protect his eyes and lungs from the noxious clouds enveloping them. They both cough and choke violently, pain exploding in their lungs. The dust clogs their airways and they are silenced. They suffocate, but it is easy to slip into death once they stop struggling. The mother dies first, on top of her son. He dies second, comforted by the pressure of his dead mother's bosom pressing into his back. The hundreds who cannot escape the cloud struggle to breathe as the boy and her son did. They soon fall to the ground dead. The Colossus coughs again. The sound rattles tens of thousands of broken souls gathered in the downtown core of Toronto to worship him. This crowd is comparable in size to those that gather for rock festivals in Brazil, but there is no cheerful, carnival atmosphere. Not a single smile or beach towel adorn any of the tens of thousands of celebrants.

The Colossus's skin is white, composed of minerals that take the shape of spiky crystals. This “skin” looks like the fur of a polar bear who stuck its paw in an electrical socket. Hundreds of shimmering white stalactite formations rise from his surface. Between coughing purple sputum, the colossus laughs at the people scurrying in the ruined streets below. The laugh is the sound of continental plates grinding against each other. He hunches over slightly, puts his hands on his thighs and his chest expands and contracts at odd intervals, like a person doubled over with laughter, but isn’t laughter because that is something people do.

'We have to leave.' Jacob says, his words smothered by the geological sounds coming from the colossus. A half dozen people turn and stare at him, then turn their eyes and supplications back to the Colossus sitting on the skeletal throne of toppled skyscrapers, hoping that his coughing has stopped and along with it the smothering death.

Jacob's words are the first spoken in days among the crowd. People have been communicating through dead glances and silent body language for days. Jacob wonders if only he remembers life before the colossus. They were all free and alive before this white crystal freak invaded; they never had to guess at how to please beings that held the power of life and death over them. Some chose to, but none were forced to.

The Colossus gets off of his throne of toppled and crushed buildings. The monstrosity has heard Jacob's words and accompanying blasphemous thoughts. Jacob’s stomach turns to a lump of ice. The Colossus turns its gaze straight to him as soon as he speaks. It stands up straight and abruptly ceases its laughter.

The giant's black crystalline eyes, set in quarry sized pits, turn to Jacob. It stands for the first time in ten days. This breaks the concentration of the crowd; their routine has been altered in a way that brings to their collective mind the notion of eternal doom. The mass of non-speaking, almost motionless people have all condemned themselves to die standing. They would all waste away until after days their blood sugar drops to a point where they drop to the floor unconscious. Depending on what level of resources their bodies have stored, they will come in and out of consciousness for several days until passing into a coma from which they will never wake. Since they have resigned themselves to this fate already, they do not fear it.

Some celebrants drop their outstretched arms for the first time in hours. A torrent of debris stuck to the hindquarters of the Colossus falls hundreds of feet to the crowd of suffocating supplicants below. Dozens are crushed into a paste and a wave of chaos spreads through the crowd. They were the first to worship at the feet of the colossus and the first to die. When they got close enough they licked and massaged the gigantic feet of the thorny colossus. They imagined in their hopelessness born madness that their actions prevented further violence from the colossus. They believe that their unending staring, gesturing and gibbering at the colossus keep him docile and his blood thirst quenched.

The order is smashed among the survivors of the Colossal Holocaust because of the falling rubble, because of the demigods movement. They remember the first days of his Holocaust and flee with reckless, animalistic abandon knowing what is coming. People rush past Jacob, shoulders crunch into his chest and stomach, but he remains standing, looking up at the creature. It raises a city block sized foot and the screams that rise from the fleeing, doomed faithful break Jacob's heart.

Jacob broke their enthralled order his independent thought. He realizes it. He feels enlightened. He sees into the mind of every human being in the entire city. During their worship, they all thought the same, silent nothing. There was no experience grafted onto the senses. There was no constant interplay of memories and problems and the past and the future coursing through the veins of their cognition. There was only the present. There was only the terrible, inevitable present, threatening to destroy them.

A foot crashes down on top of dozens of people, crunching them into paste on the cracked road. Their organic remains are the grout that fills cracks in the road. Jacob doesn't move as a heavy stream of horrified, beleaguered faces rush past him, unaware of what they could have done to anger the giant. Jacob can't believe that he was the first person to question things or remember that life wasn't always this way. The Colossus bends down on one knee and flattens Jacob with a twenty-tonne hand.


Article 1


I've expressed all I can about magick. I wish there was a more poetic, beautiful, or at least pithy way for me to have done so. I don't think the text I've produced on the matter has ever “sung” the way it ought to.


To say again, anything that you want to do, and then do is magick. Boom. Magick produces objective results, or else its nothing. Kabam. If you don't know what objective means, and can't describe an objective event, then you are a long way from controlling the force that is magick. How many more words are there for it? LaVey and others have gone into lengthy detail about some of the finer philosophical points of following such a path, explored the cultural contexts, and pointed out the poseurs. I needn't bother with rehashing their work.


We should make an effort to make the occult occult again. That is, hide it from everyone so as to increase our power, because knowledge is power. Let everyone else wallow in their blissful slavery, clutching their chains as though they were a toddlers blanket. We psychonauts of the left hand path reap the benefits of freedom. Freedom isn't for everyone. That's why I'm not a missionary. I don't want more people being into this thing. Magick is meritocratic, not democratic; it is part of nature, and nature don't give no fucks. I like being a freak, a weirdo, a closet psychopath. It gives me an edge. I always hold the power to take an interaction to a place others would never dream of (read: talking about Moche human sacrifices or Richard Ramirez), but like Sun Tzu said, the unexpected and the unorthodox gives the general the advantage in battle. Or something like that anyhow.


I wanted to find the most basic principles real magick and move forward from there. The problem is, I fear that I have found such principles, and unfortunately they aren't all that exciting. I've summoned no entities from the shadow realm, recieved no psychic messages, never did jello shots with sasquatch. I have gotten a job, gotten a raise, gotten laid, ended a parasitic infection, resolved a real estate crisis, and a few other interesting things that are harder to quantify (the objective quality here is my sense of satisfaction, which isn't that objective, but the fact that I'm telling you gentle readers about it makes it objective in a way). I have to wonder, would all of these things have happened anyway? And even if they had happened, perhaps it still would have been magick, it still would have been my will manifesting in the universe. Answers are hard to come by, and questions lead me down labyrinthine garden paths.


To do this Satanic thing you have to be a skeptic. Always look to the answers that require the fewest new assumptions. Evaluate your beliefs on the basis of available evidence and the solidity of the logic behind them. Make nature yours.



State of the Satanic Union as I See It.


As I am sure anybody who occasionally peruses this sight has noticed, there are a lot of gung ho folks who make a bunch of posts, private message you, and generally sound like they're really keen black wizards. Then they go away after a relatively short time. You can never join their sweet East Los (presumably gay) Satanic Coven. You can't learn their high-mucky-muck-darkest-of-the-black-trve kvlt-shaman secrets. Well what gives keeners? Do something already! Enough talk, show me something legit Satanic, like a fat bank account or a huge pile of cocaine, then we can talk. With that mound of cocaine we'd talk all night, and I might even think you were interesting.


As for the rest of the Satanic Union, I guess the Satanic Temple is doing some fun stuff. I can't find it in my shrivelled heart to give two shits about political activism, but power to them, they are certainly entertaining. I can maybe, maybe, give half a shit, but that's it. I don't know what Peter Gilly and The Church of Satan are up to. I lost interest in that organization when I realized I couldn't afford official membership, and I probably wouldn't get much for it. I view that as a Satanic endeavour, sure, bilking cash from folks with more money than sense, but obviously there's no reason for me to be involved with it. It would be kinda cool to have the membership card though.


Let's not forget this bloodless newsletter I'm attempting to summon from the beyond. It's a zombie I'm trying to raise from the cemetery of a forum discussion on SIN, but I think I uttered the foul incantation wrong. Now my computer reeks like rotting flesh. That it is pretty sweet. So far, it doesn't seem like the project has legs. I mean, its got my legs, last count seventeen, but I'm not sure that's enough to be a valuable contribution to the site. I think it would be good to harness the intellect of all the dark souls in cyberspace towards something a little more directed, have everybody who likes to write focus and commit to contributing some intellectual content on the same day. It would give them enough time to adequately prepare and focus their thoughts, and possibly discover some powerful ideas. That's the fantasy of a would-be writer like myself though, that words can have power, some meaning beyond the enjoyment of writing and reading them.


New Danzig album out on the 26th of this month. I spooge my drawers in anticipation.


What else is going on?


Geosigils


I had planned to do a massive, multi-participant ritual to coincide with the release of this newsletter, but due to my poor correspondence skills, I've not been able to round up the necessary mad cultists. So instead, I shall lay out my ideas regarding the casting of a “geosigil”.


As far as I can tell, “geosigils” are a novel idea. At least according to the first page of google. If you can't find something on the first page of google, it doesn't exist, as any clever internet lurker knows. When I searched the term, I got mostly search results relating to geosignals. That makes me happy that not many people have thought of this idea.


The geosigil as I wanted to cast, firstly involves the standard creation of sigil. Then I find people at various points on the world map, and re-draw the sigil so that each participant's city is at one of thirteen axes on the map. Thirteen axes was completely accidental, but I was delighted at the accident. Each participant then creates their own sigil, their own spell. Then all participants send their sigils to the best artist of the group, and that person creates an epic sigil combining all thirteen spells on the day of casting. Finally, on the same day at the same time, across the globe, all thirteen participants cast their sigils. And then we wait to see what becomes of such an approach.


There you have it, preserved for posterity and hopefully reproduction and imitation throughout the eons.

Greetings fiends,


I found that I miss writing on this dark corner of the internet, so as alluded to in my SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 post, I am currently planning my second volume of the unofficial SIN quarterly journal. Expect more cryptic nonsense and thinly veiled insults for my amusement, unless you fine SIN users get off of your collective tuchi (plural form of tuchus) and post your own insightful article on May 23, 2017. Perhaps at some point I'll collate all the entries into a pdf if enough people decide to write something decent. If you want to contribute, simply make a blog post on May 23, with the same subject heading as this post, followed by the title of your article.


Personally, I'll be writing about casting a geosigil, hopefully reporting on how that went. Speaking of which, if anybody would like to try some collaborative spellcasting, message me, and I'll see what I can do. Ideally I'll need 13 participants including myself, but depending on how rounding up that many people (organizing satanists is like herding blind and deaf kittens hopped up on Nazi-Speed) I may settle for less.



InSINcerely,

Samael Swine


Hello Sinners


As the title suggests, this is the first volume of the SIN quarterly journal. The term journal is here used in the broadest possible sense. If you would like to contribute to the journal, I'll suggest a few different methods. It should go without saying that the preferred way to publish is by carving your article into your flesh using a rusty and dull butter knife.


The first method is simply to write a blog post and post it today, with an ALL CAPS TITLE SAYING SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 (I think) FOLLOWED BY "The Title of Your Insignificant Yet Grandiose Article". Of course you can always post on May 23, the next time I plan to take a stab at this.


Alternatively, you could also post your articles in the comments section of this article, thereby collecting everything in the same spot so interested folks can read it all in the same place. All commentators and trolls will of course be welcome to post in the comments, but they will not earn the lofty made up by me title "Journal Contributor" unless they follow the following formatting as the first line of their comment ALL CAPS TITLE SAYING SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 (I think) FOLLOWED BY "The Title of Your Insignificant Yet Grandiose Article".


Now that I've got that most boring element of this article written, on to something less boring, but still not all that sexy. The reason I'm writing this article and suggesting that all you lovely SINners with an inclination to write, record, discuss, and experiment in a textual way do so in this journal. 


I was mincing about the house one day wearing nothing but plastic Halloween devil horns when I thought to myself, "Golly gee, I haven't checked out SIN in a while. I wonder if there is anything cool going on there right now?" Never mind the many discussions I've had with myself in the mirror about what exactly cool means, and what could possibly be going on on a social networking website that could be anything other than a way to divert myself from thinking about my impending doom at the hands of an ancient orangutan dressed in a fancy (yet still trashy) blue business suit (with white cuffs).


So I logged on to SIN and messaged a bunch of random people who I'd talked to since I joined in September. When most of them (But not you Crystal :)) didn't reply I just trolled the newsfeed until I found a forum topic about the passionate, yet tragically impotent idea of a SIN quarterly journal. I like writing random shit on SIN, but I felt that I was creatively reaching the end of the road when it came to writing here. The idea of a journal set my mind alight, and here I am, cranking out more shit from my laptop to an ungrateful, elitist horde of at least dozens of cheeto dusted nerds. AT LEAST.


I also thought that three months would give me enough time to write and do the research for something really expansive and high quality, and the deadline would be close enough that I would take it semi-seriously, and actually focus for roughly half the hours spent writing it. Such an article is coming on May 23, should this whole quarterly journal thing gain any traction, and my ego is summarily satisfied by enough stroking in the form of views, comments, and high ratings.


Now on to my third, final, and sexy topic. Cyber Magick baby. The most obvious representation of it is this website. Surely good ol' Mr. Black either explicitly or implicitly called upon principles and practices of greater magick in the LaVeyan sense when he created this website. Whenever magick interacts with Cyberspace, I would call that Cyber Magick. Now, what Zach intended, and whether that has come to fruition, or is still a fruit waiting for enough water and sunshine to bud is a question to which only he knows the answer. But through this portal, I see the possibility of a lot of interesting Magick being done.


My first idea would be to coordinate a bunch of people in different parts of the world to do some ritual where if you drew a line from each of them to the other on a map, it would trace out a sigil, then do some sort of ritual. Pretty nifty huh?

So there's my idea folks, use this website for ritual magick, and presto, you're doing cybermagick, which if nothing else sounds cool, and that's enough for me.

This idea shouldn't come as a surprise, or a novel idea to any practitioners of the so called "dark arts", "left hand path", or whatever other idiosyncratic label the reader chooses to place on their particular derivation of western occultism. Taking a drug, whether caffeine or heroin is in itself a work of magick in that you are causing something to happen in the objective universe, so long as you intend to experience the direct effect of the drug. That alone is a revelation to anybody who wants to see the "real" magick, especially if you opt for my easily met criteria for magick (you really ought to; you'll feel like Harry fucking Potter).


Used in a ritual context, that simple act of ingesting a psychoactive chemical can have powerful effects on the magick that one is performing. Good rituals evoke powerful emotions, and really there is no easier way to evoke powerful emotions than to take a drug. It goes without saying that caution should be exercised when monkeying around with drugs (yet I'm saying it) and I assume that anyone on this site and reading this post is intelligent enough to figure that out. The same should be noted about magick however. Bad things can happen if you are stupid, and even if you are smart and take every precaution you can think of, things still may go wrong.

The left hand path is that part of esoteric mysteries that promises concrete results. It whispers of horrors and pleasures conceived in the magicians mind, which can be spewed forth into the world. Like any tool, this ability can be used to cause harm, restore, or something that isn't quite either of these. I won't go into a full etymological treatise here, but I believe the word sinister means left handed in Latin, and is part of the reason why the path I have described has come to be known as that of the left hand. Those of us who dare to want something in this life and are far too impatient to wait for our stored up treasures were labelled sinister. The left hand itself has an evil connotation because it was customary for guards of the king to check only one side of a possible assassin for weapons, and since most people are right handed, they got into the habit of checking only the corresponding side. Assassins therefore tended to be left handed in order to gain the advantage of not having their hidden daggers taken away. Keep in mind I heard this explanation from a Christian youth pastor, and have done no fact checking, because I think the premise of the post would be moot if I did. It seems like a stretch that guards would never check the right side. In that case even right handed assassins could get through just but wearing their dagger on the right hip. If you do things that even just look sinister, then you can accomplish those things which are sinister. There may be something in that in the way of a lesson for those of us on the LHP, but I won't get further into it here.


Occult means hidden in greek. Again we see some similarity between the Satanist and the words of the categories into which he might fall. Many Satanists are "in the closet" in order to avoid possible negative consequences, or just because they prefer their privacy. In any case, the assassin and the Satanist both must hide as part of their existence. The assassin's work is hidden by necessity, while the Satanist's is hidden mostly out of ignorance, for few people care to learn about his path. Perhaps they are right not to care, because I can't ignore the possibility that everything I think I know about Satanism and the LHP is total bullshit, and there is no benefit at all to what I do. This is a frame of mind necessary to take at every step of your the magical journey, because self deception is the easiest form of magikkk to master. How unfortunate would it be to become an adept in self deception, but deceive oneself so fully that you cannot see how you are doing nothing but deceiving yourself.


The word Satan itself initially carried the meaning of something close to "enemy", or "one who brings temptation." If you have the idea that Satan is a symbol for the self, then you must realize that some part of the self which you allowed yourself to become is an adversary to everything else. You bring temptation to the masses, and evil. What evil is can be fairly subjective. Since I'm not a complete maniac, for my purposes evil means more just things that are condemned by humans. Humans condemn many things which are not damnable, but rather are commendable.


The obvious place to go with this idea is to embrace the absurd, the rebellious, the punk rock. All of those things are well and good, and are a little further from the infamous bell curve human behaviour, especially in certain parts of the world from a lot of behaviour. But even these are just variations on a theme: The consumption of cultural products. I want to be an enemy of much grander things than bad music or derivative art, but if I find nothing else, I guess those will do. I also don't want to fall into the trap of, "Just being an individual" though perhaps that is the greatest height a Satanist can aspire, as hard wired to being a pro-social animal as humans appear to be. Maybe thinking without the influence of the people around you, whispering messages and values into your subconscious ears is the Nirvana of the Satanist. 


If you feel like you have reached the state of mind where none of your decisions are affected at all by those around you, let me know.



My favourite line from the Satanic Bible has always been, "Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams." In my conception of Satanism, this is the single axiom which defines it, and gives a direction for my physical journey. This line is my Satan.


I say physical journey rather than spiritual journey because I want to distance myself as much as possible from spirituality, because that is a loaded term which for me bears too much resemblance to religion. There is power in aesthetics, and though I may only reject the term spiritual on an aesthetic basis, I believe that this gives me sufficient linguistic distance that I can allow myself to believe that I have nothing to do with old ideas of spirituality religion so ingrained into me by existing in my current cultural context.


Spirituality of does not necessarily have to have anything to do with religion. Anything that you do that does not have an immediately observable and objective correlate outside of your own head is what I call spiritual. And it is fine and probably necessary for most humans to a certain extent to maintain such practices. The problem for me is the term, which I find to be ugly. It has been held for far too long by gurus of the new age and pompous priests of the middle ages, and they can have it. I want vital existence, which is in effect spirituality bent towards my will and personal understanding.


When I meditate I exist vitally. When I practice martial arts, play music, drink beer, fuck, perform well and intentionally at work, I am existing vitally. When existing vitally, there is no need for spirituality and the false dichotomy of spiritual/physical. There is in no demarcation line between the two except where it benefits the gatekeepers of the "spiritual". Where there is demarcation, it is only a meme generated by humans. Existence is the spirit and never stops, and my mission is to make it vital. When I die the reality that I created will continue on in those who I have irrevocably altered, and my remains too will be vital. I just wanted to make a death metal reference, and that was the point of this whole post, so take it with a mine of salt.

I have always found that the best spells, rituals, or whatever you prefer to call it, works best when you actually feel something. When the actions that you perform can make you feel something that you wouldn't normally feel. For me this usually comes in the form of a sensation that I call "The Quickening" which is stolen from Highlander, because why not? At the climax of the ritual I tend to feel odd sensations of heat, cold, tension, and relaxation in my extremities and face. I interpret this as a signal that the ritual has caused a significant emotional reaction in myself, significant enough to create what feels like an external effect. What is the point of magick if not to create effects in the real world, something outside of the mental machinations of creating and performing the spell.


Since I see the physical effect tied to emotional reactions as being important to the magickal action in question, it makes sense seek out various methods of causing powerful emotional and physiological reactions to harness for magickal purposes. It is my opinion that any form of physiological arousal is a tool to be used for any spell, especially if one has difficulty with creating any sort of feeling within themselves in the first place. While it is better to tailor the reaction to the particular spell used (feelings of hatred for a spell of destruction, sexual arousal for a spell of lust, feelings of pity and empathy for a spell of compassion), any emotion and the felt effects of that emotion in the body will do. The mind has a way of tying things together. If all you can feel is hatred, but all you think about is compassion, you can fuse the sensations of hatred to the intent of compassion. The feelings you arouse in a spell are the ammunition that you fire into the universe to accomplish your will.


There are many tools to use to create these physiological sensation. Orgasm, drugs, music, meditation, an incense are a few of the more common ones. A possible tool I don't think I have ever seen mentioned in discussions of spellwork is movies. Laughter, despair, disgust, sexual arousal, and violent excitement are just a few off the many emotions that can be triggered while watching a movie. These could then be channelled as the magician sees fit for his particular purposes.


A movie like August Underground: Mordum for example might cause intense feelings of disgust or fear. The magician could time the most offensive parts of the movie the casting of the spell, so that at the moment when they feel the most physiological arousal. Of course disgust and fear are not the only emotions that could be used, though they are those which I feel most often, so I find them useful for magickal work. 

When I broke screaming and slime covered from my mother's body I was given the objective, limited, law governed world. As I grew and my senses matured was given art. Art is a tool to reshape the world. 


It is ironic that so much art is about pathos, heartache, and overall tension and conflict, when it could be about happiness and wonder. But that doesn't tickle my brain in the appropriate way that feels like reality has shifted beneath me. Whether it is music, poetry, film, music, or visual art, I need blood pressure raising drama. I don't want to see or experience faithful representations of life. If I wanted that, I would go outside. 


Consuming art is an easy way of changing my world, of altering the fundamental fabric of reality. Reality is subjective after all, and so is art. When I consume art I take part in the artists creation; with that artist I create a new world that only exists in the liminal space between My mind and the artists mind and is mediated by the piece of art in question. And each time I do so, a unique world is created will exist in only one place and one time.


With the arrogance that only a magician can have I look at the universe and think, "I can do better." Each time I engage in the creative process, I take a hammer to the limited reality that I was born into, and shape something in my own image with the leftover shards.

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.

Do you, like Skinner and Descartes view humans as biological machines? If you, my dear and hopefully attractive reader, are on this website I assume that you are comfortable with manipulating people and using them for your own purposes. Does that sound a little sociopathic? It should. There is a lot a satanic fella or fellette can could learn from those folks. Not the getting arrested part though. Don't get arrested, or even do things that will get you arrested, unless your'e drunk and your buddy dares you to. Then you have to, or you'll be a wuss. 


A sociopath might be manipulative, but they are also shallow, and frequently more than a little dumb. Take those sweeping generalizations with a mine of salt as most of what we know about the population comes from research conducted in the prison system. A satanist and a sociopath diverge in that a satanist tends to be a sensitive type, deeply attached to life, curious, and thinks about the consequences of their actions. I have no data to back that up, other than my own assuredly inaccurate self assessment and equally problematic hunch about the general satanic zeitgeist. The satanist realizes that people, like machines, can be used to do things for them that they would rather not, or cannot do themselves. Both groups are united in their conscious use of people. 


You can use a person for sex, as an emotional outlet, a political connection, labor, protection, and so and and so forth ad infinitum. Personally, I like to cultivate semi-distant though affectionate relationships with people from a variety of social castes with the outlook of an investor. Sure, this conversation, this movie, or this blowjob might not be fun now (rhetorically of course; I've never met a blowjob I didn't like, and if I ever met a blowjob I would ask how it managed to ascend from a thing done to a thing that is) but this time that I give to this person now will appreciate in the bank account of their memory. It may accumulate more time than I put in, and I will be in the position to demand more time from that person than I gave to them, or the time might change to something like cash when I'm in a jam, a ride when I'm pickled, or a joke when I'm sad. But I do not disregard the feelings of others, I factor feelings into my social calculus when manipulating folks. Furthermore I don't think that what I do is much different from what anybody else living in any human society does. We leverage our relationships to get shit. Sociopaths tend not to give anything back in trade, and take a short view of the exploitable relationship. They take the big shiny thing and blow the whole thing up rather than slowly drain people around them when it's needed, giving something back every now and then. Sociopaths drive their cars until the wheels fall off. I lovingly maintain my car; I change the oil, rotate the tires, and other things. This is a poor analogy because I know nothing about cars, though I understand that they require some upkeep. I maintain my human machines. If I don't, I would end up doing those things that I don't want to do.


Obviously, there are folks out there, like Machiavelli, Lau Tzu, and a bunch of others who've written far more effectively about the methods of manipulating people. But what can we learn from the bastards, the psychic vampires, the dreughs, and the human leeches that abound. They get along in the world through their drainage, and I can respect that in a certain sense. I think I would die of embarassment before moving back to my parents, going on the dole, living off of someone else or something. But if could erase that part of my brain, maybe I'd be the real winner at life.



It seems almost ubiquitous that people who participate in websites such as this one and a variety of subcultures love to point out what the herd is doing. The herd is wrong. I am a loner, much more of a loner than any of the other loners. The herd is bad, evil, and so forth. It seems to me that for the garden variety Satanist, The Herd is our devil, or scapegoat, our thing that we should not be. But is not the goat a herd animal? 


It is my evaluation of Satanism that it is philosophy/religion/LARP/modern art piece/joke that gets most of its kick, power, or OOMPH, from inversion. But I am noticing a kind of dogma both on the internet and IRL from people who profess to be satanists or LHPers or whatever, that there is a common thread/belief/dogma in this path. "I am not a sheep from this flock. I am a lone wolf. The flock is the worst thing." Being a member of the flock almost seems to be a sin, but as a Satanist, don't we enjoy sinning? Don't we sin on purpose because behind each sin is an aspect of the human experience that if indulged makes our experience all the more rich?


I think there is a tendency in every rebel (the western kind meaning: affected, probably white affluent in a relative global sense, and non violent as opposed to a member of a legitimate fighting force trying to overthrow a government or something) to look at what their herd is doing, and to do something totally different. I don't think think that this is because they actually believe or because there actually is anything wrong with what the herd does, but because humans are social animals. We need social capital in order to secure mates, resources, the things  we want. Unless we live as independent hunter gatherers. 


In order to secure social capital, we can do the common things that herd does, and try to become distinguished in a crowd of several billion others. To become distinguished among these numbers, you have to be talented and impressive indeed, not to mention lucky. Or we can do something that will distinguish us with little more than professing to be part of something that the herd finds repulsive. Satanism is a gate through which only weaklings can walk, and emerge on the other side distinguished, with pockets full of ephemeral social capital.


Lone wolves are the sick ones. They are too slow or too infirm to keep up with the pack.

Since the rise of youth culture in the west during the fifties, identity of being a maverick, a rebel, a loner, and so forth has been sold to people like a good. It's in every movie, in music, in the halls oofery high school and the ingrained identity clutched to by our co-workers who ride their Harley Davidson's on the weekend, because doing what tens of thousands of other dudes with handlebar moustaches in their fifties is super rebellious. In this category I also place the wearers of gruesome horror themed t-shirts, punk rockers, goths, social justice warriors, and so on. The urge to be an iconoclast is in some ways as strong as the urge to follow. The rub is that most times people just end buying, and I mean that literally, into the self-perception they they are the slaughterer of holy cows, just like flock of sheep who have all been convinced of the same thing.


Has this been sold to us by some conspiratorial secret group on Madison Avenue hoping to bring about a Satanic Aeon? I hope so, and if it has been, I'll kiss the sphincter of the High-Mucky-Muck-Templar or whatever I have to do to be on the winning side of the conspiracy. I look good in a robe, and really they're more comfortable than pants (I never wear clothes under my magic robes).

If you take for a moment my operational definition of magic: "Any will/desire that starts in the brain, that is then created in objective reality." You can see that a great many things are effectively magical. Basically all human behaviour can enjoy the shade of this magical umbrella. But the more interesting forms of magic involve rituals that use aesthetics and art as a bridge from the mental version of the will to its physical manifestation on the objective plane of the universe. 


If you look at any martial arts club, from the nonsensical mystical bullshit taught in aikido to the primarily athletic, spectator sport martial art of western boxing, the trappings of magic and ritual are everywhere. Granted they are more obvious in many of the traditional asian martial arts, involving bowing, special clothes, meditation, and sometimes mantras. If you go to a boxing or mma gym, you can see many of the same categories of things, they just look superficially different. You see a lot of the same athletic gear like Everlast, Hayabusa, or Venum, worn to appease the martial spirits to be invoked. Or just to fit in. Or because those are high quality brands, and wearing a high quality brand will mean that you are a better fighter, at least in one's head at some level. 


Essentially all forms of martial arts or combat sports involve a preparatory period,  like striking the gong or lighting the incense in order to get the mind into the magical trance or mood necessary for spell-work. The preparatory period in the martial arts is a warm up, light exercises to prepare the body to get in to aroused state necessary to meet the upcoming demands of the workout or competition.


And then training happens. Much like a voodoo practictioner plunges needles into his poppet to destroy him, the kickboxer hits the heavy bag in preparation for the fight, simulating in as realistic a form as possible his opponent. The fighters who have teachers that keep current on the state of sports science are well aware of the utility of using visualization as a means to improve the skill of a fighters' techniques. Visualization of course is a time honoured tradition in many mystical and magical paths.


Each training session I argue is no different from a spell; what you do in the dojo is meant to make a certain outcome happen in the objective world. Some systems of martial arts utilize methods of training that are so byzantine that the outside observer can see little relation to that and the act of physical combat. Think of elaborate systems of choreographed movements, some of which are designed to improve woo woo as "chi". These fighters never let their spells come to fruition, their spells fail, for they seldom test their abilities in real life (at least I've found little evidence other than wild claims from their practitioners). 


If a truly devoted martial artist lifts weights and diets appropriately to further increase his performance in combat, this is the same thing: An act with absolutely no clear relation to the act of punching someone in the head until they fall down. Yet it cannot be denied that such fighters are those who in fact do defeat their opponents with the greatest skill and frequency, and if they chose could probably go into a crowded area and cause serious damage with nothing but their bodies. In other words, martial artists who have proven their ability through competition or street fights after casting their spells (years of training) are fucking wizards.

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?

I'm new to this site, and I'm a little bit drunk. If stereotypes from literature and movies have taught me anything though, that just makes me a good, tortured artist that'll fuck your girlfriend while you're mowing the lawn or some such domestic nonsense. I'm gonna ramble until I find something that I can hammer into a blog post that might get some eyeballs on it. What is the point of writing anything unless people read it after all?

If you would like to discuss various ways of dismantling a human machines using only the human machine, that is hand to hand combat, get in touch with me! If you would like to recommend disgusting movies, do the same. Weird, filthy, underground music? You know the drill, get in touch! But not literally, do you think I didn't see you scratching your asshole?


My intention with this site is to attempt to get more of what I like to think of as the transmundane in my life. Transmundane for my purposes means anything that falls to the right of the bell curve of human behaviour. Satanism, the occult, and the LHP in general all fall into that category. The transmundane makes me glad to be alive, while the mundane makes me sad to draw the same breath as all the mundanes.


 I should mention however that I have grave concerns about these things essentially being absorbed into a larger commodity that is the consumer good of rebellion that has been sold to the West since the 60's, but that is a subject for another day. That day will have caffeine as its primary drug instead of alcohol as it would require some research on my part, as well as sound logic and coherent points. Such topics are beyond the scope of the current article.


So if you suffered through those rambling paragraphs, go fuck yourself. I mean thank you. I like to write, and we will be seeing more of each other, whether you like it or not.

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