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I am actually a long term in that life I was searching for answers about questions in that universe ....I lived in experience that I don't act it like an imaginary way ...I found that life answers about most of questions and I settled with conclusions that you must have your own philosophy and depend on your brain and thinking with critical thinker who can change negative to positive energy by his vital force I mean soul 

I believed that you can change humanity ethics because its something development so I was appreciate theistic views about nature because it was the history of philosophy until philosophy development and made atheism and another issues like satanism and then realize that nothing is purely adopted by nature I mean as philosophy of thinking 

I see people sacrifice for gods plans 

I see people pray to god for 10 to 1 and all have same philosophy but in different names of religious ex Muslim ,Christian ,Jewiand even satanism 

And it end now with 0 god which means atheism but people missed infinity symbol 

As mathematics universe began from - infinity to infinity 

Which means eternity all related to another like puzzle pieces we all complete picture buy it will never ends but it develop only

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.

So I was able to get to one year. Then it was 5 years. This whole time I had people willing to take me to meetings all over the place. I was in a large city at the time and I was able to get to any meeting near a bus stop. 

Then I bought a house in the middle of no where. 

I didn't have a car, my husband wasn't going to waste the gas to take me to a meeting and then come back out to get me. One person would take me to meetings and back home, but he stopped. I ended up not going to meetings, not even the one down the street from me. We had the same group of people and I noticed that going to hear the same story every 4 to 6 weeks was boring the hell out of me. Also there  was a bit of a problem with the lip service. There were posters and signs and even in the speech at the closing of the meeting that said, "If you have a problem, share it with someone." I would share the problem and get no feedback. Or I would be told to ask someone at the meeting for something, because my father in law knew them, and when I asked, they would just walk away. I knew I didn't want to be there anymore. 

I stopped going to meetings after 10 years. I think it was just before 10 years, because I don't have a 10 year chip. I now have 17 years behind me and I did it without the help of AA. 

I'm glad I left when I did. If you were not a god loving/fearing christian, they wouldn't talk to you at all. I was feeling all snubbed and unwanted, and when I left, I didn't look back. I don't want to believe in something I don't feel in my heart. Telling them that I didn't believe in god made them all question me and how could I be sober without a god in my life. 

I was tired of people in that religious cult (yes I called AA a religious cult) trying to sell me on god. I don't need any of that. I don't need to tell god or any other person what or why I did something wrong. When I talk to someone about how many years I have in, they ask me how I did it. I tell them that I did it on my own and I don't need AA or the 12 steps.

I was watching the tv show Mom the other day and when the drug addicts or alcoholics were trying to make amends, they couldn't see that the other person was being harmed again by them bringing up something from the past. I don't do that. If I harmed anyone in my past, they would see that I have already made amends by not putting them thru whatever hell I put them thru the first time. 

I'm good without god. 

So please think about a good book that others might find interesting and add it. At the top of this box on the left you will see a string of small boxes with icons in them. Click the link button. It is very simple. 

My right foot has a vaginal yeast infection because she had been cheating on me with my left foot. Aparantly she can't keep her shoe and sock on, especially around my left foot, more so give the fact that my right foot has literaly has every possable v.d. and s.t.d know to man kind and then some. (Sigh) I worry about my left foot, especially after he was molestered back in the eighth grade.

“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. 

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 psychic abilities slowly started kicking in but I didn't realize how much they had kicked in over night. I had taken off the amulet off of my neck and immediately I could hear everyone's thoughts. I could her Abert having some conversation that something to do with the neighbors and Alvin was thinking of another shenanigan he could do for laughs. Levitate Albert's wand is something I haven't tried,he thought. But I quickly put the amulet back on before anyone would notice.

The amulet wasn't some flat piece of metal, it was just this chunk of silver and gold that I was telling you about except it now glowed. I kept the habit of keeping it under my shirt so that noone would notice. The light emanating from the stone didn't seem to pierce through the cloth of my shirt for some reason or another, but whatever.

It was around Wednesday afternoon that I had decided to take the necklace off to test myself, though it was against the advice of Albert, but I just couldn't help myself. The moment i sat the necklace on the lunch room table I had fought myself from falling on the ground but I ended up on the floor anyway. I could hear everyone's thoughts and it disabled me because of it.

I could her the director thinking about how concerned he was about his wife finding out about his mistress, my costar who played a surgeon thinking about his next heroin fix, and the list goes on. I had struggled to pull myself up to grab the necklace and the moment I did I regained my strength and was upon my feet and just tucking the hunk of silver and gold under my shirt when Frank, the one who plays the surgeon on the show, came waltzing into the break room.

"Hey Frank," I said.

"How's it going with your family, John," he said. "Good I hope."

"Oh absolutely, Alvin is growing like a weed and Lilith and I couldn't get more closer." I had gotten giddy when I said this, but then again every proud father and husband would. "Better get back to work," I continued "You know, before the director starts yelling at me."

No more than I shut the door behind me, Frank pulls out a baggy with a brown rock in it and takes out a spoon that he keeps for such occasions. Setting these onto the table he reaches into his pocket again to pull out a lighter and one of those rubber things that nurses use when they take blood from you, I have no Idea what they're called but you know what I mean. He sat there and shot up the heroin and enjoyed the rush he'd gotten from it.

The work week came and went and during my birthday party, everyone was leaving and the sun had started to set. We were all sitting on the couch in front of the television when a black crow came out of nowhere and dropped an envelope made of parchment. Apparently the letter had come from the Count Dracula University of Vampirism.

Lilith and Albert gasped and had the biggest smiles they I'd rarely, if ever seen. Being new to the true world of Vampirism I didn't feel confident in going to some university, I thought that maybe I needed a couple of more months of training would be of help.

"John," Lilith said. "The new year doesn't start until next September, so you have plenty of time to complete your training with Albert."

"Well, Lilith," Albert said. "He just needs to get a hold of his psychic powers before we continue the more advanced stuff."

"I think that Albert said something to me the other day that at the rate that I am going, I'll be as good as any vampire who just graduated high school."

I looked down at the letter and it read:

Dear student,

Welcome to the Count Dracula University of California and thank you for selecting us for your degrees in psychic vampirism and potion making. You will be pleased to know that as part of your training in potions does include a course in alchemy. What you will need is the following items and equipment:

1) A full chemistry set

2) the Complete Alchemists Guide by Albert Fitzgerald

3) Guide to the World of the Psychic Vampire by Albus Smith, which includes an abridgment of the true history of the vampire community in America

4) the Psychic Vampires Guide to Spell Working by Cindy Smith

5) the Vampire Guide to Amulets and How They're Made by Albert Fitzgerald

Sincerely, Count Dracula, Head Master and Ambassador to the European Vampires to America

To say I was smitten is an understatement but I wasn't sure where I was going to get these books.

"I think it's time for him to go down to the Witches Valley," Lilith said.

"I don't see any other way to obtain those books," Albert said. "And I think I can get a good deal on the chemistry kit, to be completely honest with you."

We all sat there watching one of those old, black and white dracula movies quietly and enjoying the charm that you just don't get in any other movie that came out in recent years.

That was the summer that I took the job starring in Dracula, a remake of the old black and white movie. It was the move that thrusted me into the A list and in my spare time I had spent learning the more advanced work as a psychic vampire. Of course I went of to the university but I think that I will save that for another story and another time.

It was this finale incident that we had a sit down with Albert, regardless of his juvinial sense of humor can be both serious and responsible and discussed with him teaching Alvin more responsible than the usual shenanigans.

"Well, alright," Albert said. "Even by my own standards I've allowed things to get a little out of hand."

"Okay, Albert," Lilith said. "And I'm assuming you're still coming on as the nanny this coming summer."

"That's a fair assumption." Albert replied.

"Well then I take it that proper payments are in order as agreed." I said as I pulled out two personal checks with the spaces already filled in by my hand. "The first check is your initial payment for the first month of work and the second is the usual funding for the first month. Also I am assuming you're going to do as you did last summer and that's keeping his mind fresh of what he has already learned thus far and lay the groundwork for the following falls learning."

"Yes," he said. "The kid does well in both mathematics and potions. All around he is a great student but math and potions is where he tends to do well at, closely followed by his spell work. I think we have a real prodigy here, I've got my hope up for him, and a lot of people are expecting great things from him. I honestly think he is what had been prophesied by Nostradamus."

"Prophecy," I said, being surprised. I never heard of Nostradamus, much less a prophecy about my kid. "I don't know anything about a prophecy. And who is this Nostradamus fellow?"

"He was a scryer during the Renaissance who made a great number of prophecies that would turn out to come true," Lilith explained "And one of them happens to be about our son, Alvin. The prophecy states that he would fight a dark figure with the help of three of his fellow classmates. The dark figure is said to be hell bent in obtaining the philosophers stone in order to obtain a great deal of power, both occultic and political, in order to hold the world hostage."

"I've never heard of the philosophers stone," I said.

"It's a stone used in alchemy in order to obtain anything one could imagine. Gold, a potion for a long life, you name it, the philosopher's stone can do it."

"Wait, that would assume that my powers, or any magical person's powers is limited in one form or another." I said.

"Yes," Albert said. "All our powers are limited. But the school keeps the stone carefully and secretly hidden. There are very powerful spells and traps around the vault that it is hidden in so not just anyone can get to it."

I was blown away, I almost felt like I was in some kind of real to life Harry Potter movie. It was during these early years of Alvins life that I realized how much I enjoyed a lot of the witch and wizard material I enjoyed. It would definitely explain why I would watch the same amount of television shows and movies as well as have a lot of books and posters on the subject as much as vampires and werewolves.

This was a real inner journey for me as much as a learning experience. A time of introspective for me and Lilith and I would state up hours to discuss the subject. Soulmates we have always been from the time we had meet on set.

"I think John is ready for more advance levels of magic," Lilith said. She had been doing the laundry like she always does every Saturday morning, talking to Albert on his lunch break.

"You know, Lilith," Albert replied, sitting at the coffee table in the laundry room that also doubled as his break room. "I think your right."

"Really!"

"Yea, I can give a letter of good standing to the university."

"The one near Harvard seems first rate, but the post out their by University of California is probably the best choice all around."

"I think you're right, Lilith, nevermind the fact that you went to the same one and gotten your masters in conjurations and minor in alchemy. Good colleague that one."

"Well, Albert, we do have that nest egg that we've yet to find a reason to crack into."

"Yea," Albert paused and thought for a moment. "Hey! that reminds me, that trust fund for Alvin is coming along just fine."

"Oh, yea, you're right."

"I suppose we could have the news broke over next week's Sunday's' dinner."

"A week from tomorrow is perfect, Albert," Lilith was giddy because not only was she planning a surprise birthday party for John, but the centerpiece of the acceptance letter of John being accepted into one of the best universities for vampires in America, if not the world.

"This is going to be the centerpiece of an already perfect birthday party, Lilith."

"I damn good and well know it, Albert."

"You know, I wonder about something," Albert said as he stroked his beared with both hands. He done this when he has one of his light bulb in his head was turning on. "I wonder about his psychic abilities."

"We've done nothing in the way to know one or the other," Lilith stopping and turning to look at Albert, eye to eye. "Shouldn't take more than a week to find out if he's,"

"Psychic, no, the test shouldn't take more than a week," Albert said, knowing exactly what needed to do in order to administer the test. In a puff of smoke, Albert transfigured to his Alchemist's Lab. He took various herbs and a couple of chemicals and laid them next to some beacons. He then reached behind him to grab some quick silver bars, pick out a ten gram bar, placed the rest back and then obtaining a two gram gold coin.

Like a master he whisked and with a puff of smoke and a small explosion, a potion came out into a small vial and at the bottom of the beacon was a mostly silver stone that was beautifully decorated with golden hues and random golden inlays. It had been a beautiful stone that I have rarely seen, maybe not more than I can count on a single hand or single foot.

The only thing Albert told me about the stone is that it came from years of experimentation and is usually the mark of a master alchemist.

"John, I think I've got a potion that I want you to try," Albert told me that Saturday afternoon.

"I don't suppose that you just want me to drink it without question," I said and then took the quark out of the vial. I had grown use to him just popping in and wanting me to drink potions without question, so I just drank the potion down and it tasted almost like a chocolate shake. "I don't feel anything, Albert, I'll give it a few minutes, unless you know something I don't."

"Yea, give it a few hours," Albert chuckled. "But give it a couple days and the fun really begins."

"What's that suppose ta," but then I paused before saying, "Nevermind, you're not going to tell me to begin with. And besides, I got to take a look at a script I just got the other day, I think I'm going to take it."

"Oh, yea," Albert said, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Yea, it's definitely going to make my carrier," I said, having a look in my eyes, just knowing things are going the way I wanted them to and in such a short time that it was unreal.

"John! Dinner time!" Lilith holder at me but by the time I got to the stair case, she was just walking up and started to yell at me when we caught eyes.

"That's odd," I thought to myself. "Dinner done yet?" I asked her but before she had a chance to answer it was like I could hear her thoughts.

The potion must be working but I'll have to wait and see,she thought. "Yes, John," she said. "I was about to holler at you."

"I'll be down in a minute, sweetheart," I replied.

I need to remember to go to the store tomorrow afternoon to pick up the book for Johns' birthday party next week,she thought as she was walking away. "Pasta tonight, pucky dearest," she said.

I began climbing down the stairs and walked in and seen that Alvin and Albert were in their usual spots in the dining room. The pasta, sauce, breadsticks, and salad was ready to serve. I stood next to her, holding a plate, and handing them to the next person, Alvin, then Albert, and finally myself. I sat at the head of the table with Lilith across from me and Alvin and Albert sat across from each other.

Dinner went smoothly except that I wasn't sure when I should tell them when I could hear their thoughts when I heard Lilith speak directly to me.

I know that your can hear my thoughts, John, she thought to me.

I don't know what to say,I thought to her.

Psychic ability is not that uncommon but people who become a magical being typically need a potion to get things going,Albert thought to me.

I think we need to begin basic training after dinner,Lilith said.

"Well, then it's settled," I said. Just the fun I could have reading people's thoughts. Learning how people honestly think of me and loads more.

We sat there and ate dinner in the usual family chatter, Lilith went over my list of possible birthday gift list and the most Alvin had a few things to say the best way a two year old could only pull off. That evaning I had begun my first lesson in psychic defense.

The first things you need to learn are how to protect your thoughts from others,Albert thoughtDefending your thoughts from those that don't need to be reading your thoughts,he paused for a moment

And the other, Albert,I thought to him.

And the other is how to block the thoughts of others because if you don't, especially in a crowed of people, you'll go nuts. Trust me, I've down that road before when I was first learning to my psychic abilities.He sat on the floor in the living room of his small apartment, several feet from the back of the house and I likewise sat across from him before he continued, The first thing we need to learn is to quiet the mind, quieting the mind at will shows your will over your own mind and thereby allowing to defend yourself against those that don't need to be in your head and to keep yourself out of the minds of others, all of this at your own will.

Sounds like basic meditation,I thought, being surprised.

Yes, of course, the lessons that I will be giving you over the next week are the final pieces of what will be later built upon in the more advanced lessons of vampirism.

In the last year, I had become quite proficient in my magical abilities and glad that I was about to begin some of the most advanced lesson that I ever had at this point, maybe even giddy.

After meditating for nearly five minutes, Albert handed me the stone that he had made with the potion, except that it was tied to some hemp string. He explained that it was a psychic amulet that was used for those like myself, it did everything that I had yet do on my own, blocking the thoughts of others while protecting my own from others and it did it's job very well.

I didn't think anything of this story other than just trying to keep the habit of writting on a regular basis. Frankly this is the first time I looked at it since I wrote it some weeks ago and I think I may have published it in my book, which I will link below, but I don't think it is all that good, not all that bad but okay. I summit this literary piece for your aprooval.

Here is the amazon link for my book: https://smile.amazon.com/Short-Tails-Sick-Stories-Jeffrey/dp/1539987841/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1481389041&sr=8-2&keywords=sick+tails+and+short+stories

And here is my blogg if you want a couple more samplings of my fiction: http://jeffsshortstoris.blogspot.com/

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.

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. 

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 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.

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 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.

After ten years trying, I succeeded to summon. Yep, I thought I done it all damn wrong, there in front of me a black mass, a mist if you wish to say. And only thing which came to my mind was this statement, "How are you doing?" and it disappeared. What a dumb ass! Saying the most dumbest statement ever. Wow.

Since the Dawn of Time, Mankind has never really grasped the concepts of speech, either if they believe there, so-called statements has truth, or even adding additional lies, to feed people the ideologies. Throughout History, Mankind has never learnt the concept of living, and respecting each others beliefs or live styles.

The Multicultural, world. We live in.

With many of these peoples, they never seem grasp the concept of law and order in some nations, but only a small majority. Many of these people, have come over to another Country(Nation), and forced us there culture, like they own the right to do so. They have there own laws, which do not fit with our own laws.

Either way, you look at it, Governments are at fault, and there so-called Respect of People's rights, and etc, are placed in a lost cause, and forgotten. Governments, have become a barrier, they do not care about how there own citizens suffer, this when Politically Correct statements are applied.

Meaning of Politically Correct, or should I say, NO free speech.

# someone who is politically correct believes that language and actions that could be offensive to others, especially those relating to sex and race should be avoided.

Second statement of this, is that politically correct word, or expression is Used instead of another one to avoid being offensive.

Basically saying – You have no rights to Free speech, to anything, or any government, groups, or persons.

Free speech was once a term, which we could say what is wrong with the politics, laws, religion, etc, of one's nation, but now in the 21st Century, you have to be correct in all speech, and written statements, and deliver speech with right concepts and duration of what ever you are speaking about, or lecturing. Making sure it does not offend anyone, or everyone.

Nevertheless, I seen this world is coming to one close, we are all going to have no speech or opinion on anything, what the governments say is final, either if its wrong.

Human rights, is becoming another mixed up topic. With so many laws, and rules, which do not govern anything, it is a great ideology on paper, but has not worked for many people in this world, but, cut them off. Our views on this fragile subject, is now being thrown around, like Chinese whispers.

Nevertheless, we need to change, before it becomes worst, but like everything, nothing really happens.

Profit means more than Human Life. To me, Profit, is just plastic materials, and metal pieces, with digital meanings. Just another invention to divide people into classes. Either I am ranting like a Satanist, or just a mad man.

Welcome to Hell, its called Earth.

I would really appreciate hearing from you soon I'm also a 

Satanic High Priest I'm from San Francisco California 

Hail Satan.

High Priest Bravewolf 

If we just trusted one man with a blind eye, wouldn't we be fools?

If we trusted a preacher while we wore blindfolds, would it be true?

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 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.

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?

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.

the change of the sky

as tones and shades dance between the viel

that separates us from the ancestors we once had known

double images intergrate in my mind

i see the life that has been before

a voice tells me i have been here before

the flow of the water

falling leaves to the ground

the ancient sound 

echoes of  our time

tell me were is it i can go

only back to you were I've always belonged.

I know this might have seemed a bit scatter brained, however I don't want to take up too much time and tell a story.
This is just a simple window to parts of my life. 
The rest is up for you to ask. 
There are times of my life I will probably write about as a blog.
But they won't be shared in this present moment and time.
For those who wish to talk to me, I look forward to meeting you.

Have a pleasant evening.

came about.. Having no clue what was about to happen I started to go in a skeptical mode... I got punched in the face without a reason, and they took my cellular device with which had on the music that I was composing.. The whole time I chased them, I thought of revenge. Never do that to a satanist.. We are aware of the power of the mind!

For me it is great and the strange things that happen I find interesting. Also you can feel more energy on the two moon phases. Being out late ours give me a sense of fulfillment on any night to be honest.

I really like that kid. He's really smart and I have always been there for him, but this thing could seriously damage our relations if this goes on like this much further. I live in Finland and Christian fanaticism is uncommon in our region, yet his grandparents have way too much influence on his life. They're religious nuts.

I even ordered him a Satanic bible and once he gets it, I really hope that he will read it completely with no presuppositions. 

Any ideas how to convince that the LHP is really the right way? Otherwise he will just screw his own life, having me just watch all this happen on the side...

Thank you for your concern in beforehand. I know you would if you were in my position.

As a child I became aware of the shadow within me at a very early age and by age 7 was very confused about what this was. Having given it several names and then accepting it as my twin, even telling other children about my sister who did not live with me but lived with my father who had separated from my Mother when I was one; she was not like me though, she was naughty, did what she wanted and could change how she looked, pretty like a girl at first but as I got used to her being around she slowly let me see her true self, so dark and mysterious and actually having no gender; I always knew it would never hurt me, it protected me.  

Obviously this all has to be put into a child's perspective of the world around them; mine was full of abuse and neglect. 

Satanism awakened me, only in the last couple of years, to this concept of "The Shadow" being the beast within me, my true self, the primeval ego of self preservation. I was The shadow. 

After many years of studying psychology to try to gain knowledge of what I knew had been happening for so many years yet was so surreal I almost was afraid to talk about it to anyone for want of them saying I was mad, nothing helped. 

I now know that to survive the abuse in my childhood I had separated my conscious self from the physical body, I had let the shadow out and all the animal instincts that came with it, considered sins by societies standards, to fight back, to attack those who attacked you, to do what I wanted, to live for myself, to love myself, to question and investigate, to gain knowledge and self growth... TO SURVIVE! 

Carl Jung on the "Shadow Self" by Thomas LeRoy

I AM SATAN. HAIL SATAN. 

A man is stopped by another on the corner of his local drugstore who says “Hey, c'mere. I got these pills that will make you smarter. Only $10 a piece. Want one?” 

The man thinks about it for a second and says “Sure, give me one.”

“Thatta boy!”, replies the man, as he takes the other's 10 dollar bill and hands him a small, chocolate colored ball. 

The man takes it, chews, and swallows. 

“Do you feel smarter?”, asks the pill vendor. 

“No, not really,” replies the man.

“Well, take another, I assure you with each one you will increase in intelligence."

“Sure,” says the man as he pays another $10 and takes the pill handed to him.

“Any smarter?” asks the pill vendor.

“Yeah...”, remarks the man, “yeah, I think it takes a bit different this time. It's got a whang to it. Give me another!”

“Assuredly!” says the pill vendor as he takes another $10 and gives the man another vaguely spherical round ball.

Right as the man bites down on his third pill he exclaims, “Hey! This is sheep shit!”

“Absolutely! See, you're smarter already.”

Some book I'm working on:

Glad you where able to clean up and get sober from the drink. As long as you stay away from that Satanic water, maybe you'll hit 50!

Just wanted to say Thanks for all the motivational and educational videos on YouTube. If it weren't for you, i would have never picked up the Satanic Bible. I have been watching your videos for 2 years now. Congrats on hitting 40, and hopefully there is 10 more years left in the tank!