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Codependency, also known as the disease of the lost self, is one of the strongest cultural influences placed upon growing girls. This writing is not meant to admonish a Christian perspective but more of a peek into the psychological underpinnings of a childhood nightly ritual. I couldn't help but reflect on my transition from codependent to Satanist after I looked upon a bookshelf and saw a childhood plaque leaning there. This plaque hung upon every childhood room of mine from infancy to high school. I recall my mother at my bedside reciting the words with me as a young girl, sinking the concepts to the furthest recesses of my mind.
I never knew how something so trite and simple could impact my life.

Prayer for A Little Girl

Now I lay me Down to sleep.
I pray Thee Lord, my soul to keep.
And Angels guard me through the night.
And keep me safe 'til morning light.

Help me to know Thy love for me
So I a loving child may be,
With generous thoughts and happy face
And pleasant words in every place.

Teach me to always say what's true,
Be willing in each task I do.
Please help me to be good each day,
And lead me in Thy Holy way.

I pray whatever wrongs I've done
You will forgive them, every one.
Be near me when I wake again,
And bless all those I love. Amen.

On the surface it appears so innocent but the hidden messages are damaging.

"Now I lay me Down to sleep.
I pray Thee Lord, my soul to keep.
And Angels guard me through the night.
And keep me safe 'til morning light."

Here is the beginning of accepting the control of your life (soul) to someone else and dependence upon them for your safety. Even more deeply the implied message is you are inherently unsafe; you need protection you fragile creature. Is there something a young child should really fear while sleeping? Why instill fear into the subconscious before dreaming? How cruel to use fear to encourage compliance in a young girl's heart. I know, I was that fearful child.

"Help me to know Thy love for me
So I a loving child may be,
With generous thoughts and happy face
And pleasant words in every place."

Can you guess the underlying intent? If I fail to be generous and pleasant (for others) then what am I? Unloving? I am not afforded boundaries. I am not given room to feel anger or selfishness or defiance to establish those boundaries. If I am forbidden the growth of boundaries in childhood when do you expect I will learn? The answer: when abuse supersedes the strength of the psyche. Ever notice how much abuse women will endure? Have you ever asked yourself 'why did she stay?' Because she wanted to be 'loving.'

"Teach me to always say what's true,
Be willing in each task I do.
Please help me to be good each day,
And lead me in Thy Holy way."

Natural children are literal. Children are born honest and learn to lie and they learn to lie faster upon the threat of deprivation, punishment and judgment. Teaching insinuates the child cannot tell truth from lie which is ridiculous. Encourage honesty. There is no need to teach the obvious. Willing implies you have a will, but here we learn it is not really our own. Good little girls willfully comply in every task; no back talk missy. And take my hand please, pave the way because women are notorious for falling off the beaten path. Never point us in the right direction and expect the straight and narrow. Just look at Little Red Riding Hood. Self-navigation is unsafe.

"I pray whatever wrongs I've done
You will forgive them, every one.
Be near me when I wake again,
And bless all those I love. Amen."

Here is the crux of the codependent: shame. Shame needs forgiveness. Without shame there is no victim of judgment. A shameless woman has no strings. She cannot be coerced. A woman that determines her own self-worth cannot be emotionally manipulated. And as for the judge, let him never let me be. His control is constant and ever present. Sacrifice your freedom in return for blessings of love and promises of safety. There's no safer place than prison.

This prayer could be just another indoctrination of religion to the average reader, but for me I see clearly the cultural conditioning that helped prime me for abusive relationships.
• self-sacrifice
• lack of boundaries
• subordination
• dependent for security
• need to be validated by others

Now, here I stand. For every trait I changed above I was charged with the following accusations:
• self-serving
• cold and unloving
• bossy and acting like a man
• pretentious and reckless
• shameless and evil

A ritual for the Satanic Girl is overdue.

(Post originally published 5 years ago at the original SIN.)

From "Reversal Theory: The Dynamics of Emotion, Motivation and Personality"

Chapter 6 : The Experience of Rules

Negativistic and Conformist States
...Another important component of the experience of motivation ... concerns whether one sees what one is trying to do as in accordance with, or contrary to, some rule or set of rules to behave in a certain way. The term “rule” here is to be understood in the most general sense as any pressure to conform.It should be taken to include not only explicit rules or orders, but also conventions, routines, customs, habits, expectations, rituals, and so on.The issue here is whether one wants to be compliant or defiant, docile or rebellious, malleable or stubborn, easy or awkward. Is one following the rules or breaking them, being “good”or being “bad”? Is one doing what one is supposed to do, or not?...

The Power of Negative Thinking
On the face of it, negativism is liable to cause nothing but disruption, destruction, and distress. So where did it come from? Why do human beings appear to be programmed with the capacity to spend periods of time in the negativistic state and to display such behavior? Presumably it must serve some personal and social functions, otherwise it would not have survived the exigencies of natural selection during evolution. ... more

Occultism.

Hmmm. That's a very mysterous word. So, what do you say kiddos? Poke it with a stick? Well, I've already tried and that particular act of wizardry accomplished exactly dick and shit.

How about we makes some shit up? Occultism: the ..uh.. hmm... Tarot cards and magick and shiiit!

Fail.

Allright. As much as I loathe to do this, I've had to turn to book-with-words for a hint on what this word could possibly mean. After failing to find much of use as the definition for "occultism" (it's an -ism anyway, so fuck it), I looked up the next most logical choice -- "occult."

And folks, there it is, for all to see (sort of):

1. to hide, to shut off from view

Holy shit, man, a verb. Let's nomenalize that bitch:

1. that which is hidden, or shut off from view

So, the occult is really about hidden shit. It's like an easter egg hunt or somethin'. So, it's really about... finding shit?

... more

I have been approving a lot of users lately. I just wanted to point out the meetups. Join one in your area. If there is not one make one. The meetups only work if people use them. It is a great way to connect to those around you. 

Just because there is not a meetup in your area or only a couple people in a meetup group in your area does not mean they are the only ones on the network.

There might be a hundred or so people in the meetups now ( geographical locations ).  There are thousands of users on this network. WTF? See what I mean? Where is everyone? 

Nailed it. I have been trying to get back into working as a sushi chef. I kinda burned my bridges in San Diego. I have the reputation of being the drunken chef with a bad attitude. And I deserved that reputation. I was that guy. Well, I applied at a major Sushi joint and the dude who runs it and interviewed me was a former sushi chef I worked with a few years ago.

I thought I was doomed. I figured there was no way he was going to hire me. I just was honest with him and told him I am not the drunken chef I was before and to give me a chance. Chef and I got along fine when we worked together. He said ' when you were not drunk or hung over you were a good chef, I will give you another chance'.

I am stoked. Full time. Averaging 20-25 dollars an hour. Doing something not only do I enjoy but that I am good at.

Here are some pics of my work ..

This is to funny. Normally I would just chuckle but for your amusement I will share.

So, this user ' Charles ' left this message and then deleted his account. I guess  he wants to meet behind the school yard after school and fight. Talk about some serious butthurt. But, if that is not funny enough it is what he is butthurt about. And his reaction to it.

I had to get on him about posting broken links in the shout box and posting cut and past links as a blog. He commented that I was being excessive about giving him two strikes over it. My reply was ' I never said anything about strikes, but your batting average sucks ' .

So I get this message from him. And then he deletes his account. First off the invitation still stands? I did not get a first invitation? And then you delete your account? Why to hide your butthurtery ? I have no idea who you are, what you look like or where you live. Yeah man, let me book a ticket to parts unknown, to fight some dude I have no clue what he even looks like, for a invitation I never got over giving you strikes I never gave.

Okay, I need a secretary for this type of stupidity. Will someone please take the internet away from mentally ill people. Or, at least just limit them to playing candy crush or some shit.

This reminds me of the time a user named MindFux pawned and butthurt Jason King so bad that Jason asked MindFux to buy him a ticked so he could go kick his ass..... ZING!    Oops, sorry that was very immature of me.

Welcome new members!

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 C. James Corvax
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Jason MacDonald
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A blog is  not cut and paste shit you found on the internet. Unless you are using that for reference. If so in your own words tell us why this is important to you or something.

A blog is not a youtube video. Unless you are adding commentary or using it as a reference. We have a video section for videos.

A blog is  not a sentence asking guys to text you. This should be done in the forums. Preferably in the introductions. Or perhaps in the ' Satanic Romance ' forum. That would be a good place to cyber whore yourself out. That reminds me. I have not checked my post over there in a while.

 Or best would be in the ' who gives a fuck ' section.

In fact, let me give you a good example of how this can easily be done.

Hello guys. My name is Ms.X. I want as many guys to text me as I can get. You see I am insecure and really need your attention to make me feel pretty and wanted. Hit me up in a private message. Thanks. Mrs. X.

There you go Mrs X. I wrote your introduction for you. Just cut and paste this and edit your name in it. I am sure you will get a lot of comments.

A blog isnot cut and paste shit you found on the internet. Unless you are using that for reference. If so in your own words tell us why this is important to you or something.

A blog is not a youtube video. Unless you are adding commentary or using it as a reference. We have a video section for videos.

A blog isnot a sentence asking guys to text you. This should be done in the forums. Preferably in the introductions. Or best would be in the ' who gives a fuck ' section.

In fact, let me give you a good example of how this can easily be done.

Hello guys. My name is Ms.X. I want as many guys to text me as I can get. You see I am insecure and really need your attention to make me feel pretty and wanted. Hit me up in a private message. Thanks. Mrs. X.

There you go Mrs X. I wrote your introduction for you.

Even this blog barely passes as a blog.

hey all,

 

I'm just looking to make cyber friends and chat.  I know a few theistic Satanists real life and more on the net.  I actually live in Australia but grew up in Cambridge and east London and get to go back to those places every year or so.

 

Hail Satan

So, the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was...oh wait.

Listen to my story. This may be our last chance.

Everyone has a backstory. Or a history. Or a war story. Or an origin story. Something that fleshes out a person's character.

I've been bopping around online since about 2008 under the user name 'sonofject'. In early 2010, I created a youtube account with that name and haven't changed it since. To date, I've left a pretty concise online footprint of my persona that is easily researched on google, and there haven't been many intimations of my user name that aren't 'me' (well...I did run into another 'Sonofject' on an anime image board, whoever it was had a penchant for drawing FFX female characters as trannys with dicks...ya gotta love the internet).

 There was a time in my early youtube days when I used to be a bona fide trollhard. Though I can't say that I ever elevated my trolling into a true art form, I can say that I had some really great shits and gigs during that period. I had this routine where I would smoke ridiculous amounts of Cali good-good trees, then--I would go to youtube vids and try to wreck people in the comments section. No real reason to, I just liked doing things like that. A lot of it, I think, had to do with some anger projection issues along with a mild case of adult ADHD and just being high on weed. My primary fixation would be videos about Anton LaVey, Boyd Rice, Scientology, and a few obscure occultist groups like the Process (PCFJ), and the P2 Masonic Lodge. I would also, on occasion, peruse the odd christian fundie videos that bashed theosophy and new age mystery schools, but that shit got old real fast. It stops being fun when your target fails to see the humor and absurdity in religion. After that, it's like whipping someone with a wet noodle. Stupidity should be painful and all that, but I digress. I'm a grown-ass man with the heart of a carnival barker and soul of an entertainer. Life is carny, carny is life.

Somehow or another I managed to stumble across a little corner of the tubes with a small but vocal community of 'online satanists'. It was here that I met a youtube denizen by the name of Zach Black. Long story short, we became fast friends in real life and the rest is history. Suffice it to say, I've been down with Z's brainchild known as SIN since its beginnings, and through all its incarnations as a social networking site, I've run across many people I consider friends and whatnot. Those that know me know that I don't starfuck on people of notoriety, I don't like to name drop most of the time, and I don't like the limelight of online popularity. I've made a couple-few videos pertaining to satanism on youtube, but I'm no cult of personality by any stretch. It was Z himself that coined a nickname for me, the "Pimp-a-Pino" (a nice play on my filipino heritage and my love of all things pimpish) it seemed to stick and I liked it, although I actually prefer following my primal design of being a pragmatic learner with a strong carnal/adversarial nature that is sometimes hard to control. As I walk the satanic path, as a lone practitioner, these ideologies are distinguished by a more existential and practical reality in which to apply them.

But back to Tidus and why I chose him as a part of my online persona. It's quite mundane, really--I'm a huge fan of the Final Fantasy sagas, particularly parts 7 and 10 in the series. It would take me a long while to describe how I resonated with the protagonist Tidus and his pathei mathos, but to sum it up let me just say that if you played FFX and completed it, then you'll catch the feels of this epic archetypal story that I give a most prominent wink/homage to through my online persona. It's my 'final fantasy 'of sorts, a self-imposed psychodrama, if you will.

“What’s the point of pretending to be all grown up.... if it means the things I wanna say never get said? How am I supposed to change anything?” –Tidus (FFX)


by sonofject

 

Dear heathens,

Do you enjoy discussing upon the questions I post? I sure do like reading others' perspectives on the discussions I post. However, it seems more and more that people are less inclined to civilized debate and more towards argument and general retardation. I've seen people insulting others and just being assholes, so I think I might stop altogether the topics I post to avoid getting a notification for something really fuckin' dumb and outlandish.

Sincerely,

The Juice.

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

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

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

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

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

The content on the network is slipping. As it always has from time to time. Just asking everyone to step up. Mainly enough with the one word or one sentence posts. If you got nothing to say then don't. Blogs should be blogs. Not a video. When have a video section for that. Mainly I want people who check out the network to want to stay. Do not make this place your playground or look stupid.

I do not have the time to clean this place up alone. And, unless you want it to get overly moderated we need to improve the quality of content being posted. SIN has been for the most part run by its users. I would like to keep it that way. As the site grows it becomes more difficult to clean up. I could use everyone help.

I am not trying to deter people from posting. Just asking to improve the quality and content of your post. I am seeing stuff that are not really comments or posts. More like someone is bored and has nothing to say. If you got nothing to say do not post or comment. A smiley face does not count.

Thanks

I have been getting a lot of new request for membership and I may have overlooked a few of you. I sent one dude a medallion who wanted membership. So, if you are a registered member and I have failed to do these things just let me know.

1. Add you to the roaster.
2. Put a members tag on your avatar.
3. Add you to the members only facebook group.
4. Mail out your membership card and certificate.

I was raised in a religious household, but as I grew older I was always bothered by the hypocrisy I saw around me by those who professed to be "Christians." I have set out to discover all I can about my life and the spiritual world around me. 

I enjoy the pleasures of life! Especially the pleasures of fleshly pursuits. Looking forward to meeting other members and learning from you, maybe having a little fun along the way.

Yup. That's me. And we all know that little scene.

To paraphrase a good friend of mine: here, there, everywhere.

And where I run, good times are sure to follow. After all, I read my Tarot Leaves. On a regular/semi-regular basis. Just sayin' . . .

I am writing a book on satanism and it started as a satanic response to the Quran.
Chapters include,

Book of slaves - summary of bible and God of Israel
Book of bread - satanic business
Book of lust - satanic sex
Shaitan Akbar - satanic response to the Quran
Book of Asia - Easter philosophy and satanism
Satanic holidays
Satanic entertainment
I might add more and am working hard to get this published.

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

Do not miss our live show tonight at 7:30pm pst time via youtube/google plus. You can participate live in the chat comments on youtube. Mike Crossand I will be discussing Satanism and Metal. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7dqan_T7Lk

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

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I have a fundamental, deeply held belief that all of humanity is totally full of shit. That includes me. Therefore you have my 100% guarantee that everything I say will be no less full of shit than the rest of the human race. That's the only guarantee I can give you. Everything else should be considered possibly full of shit.

I also have an equally fundamental, deeply held belief that the smartest thing anyone can do is realize how completely and totally full of shit they really are and remind themselves of this fact daily.

There are turds everywhere, and the turd you step in most often is your own.

Shit!

SIN medallion are here. Gold plated steel. 1.75 inches. Baked on glossy enamel. Limited edition. Only 40 for sale. 20 US dollars. Plus shipping. 3 dollars in the states. Any other country 5 dollars shipping. Send payment to my PayPal at [email protected] with shipping info. Leave info in the PayPal description. Cheers. I mail batches out every Friday .

*** note *** The pics did not come out so well. And this medallion is someones personal one. Yours should not have nicks or any imperfections.

Dear Satan (and Eris and everyone else),

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

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

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

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

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

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

Waah! The original post vanished along with my PMs.

Creepy, morbid girl in search of Satanic soul-sibling.


Do you enjoy glaring at noisy people while reading in coffee shops? Do you poke dead things with a stick to the shock and horror of all around you? Do you make your own foods, clothes, medicines or other stuff? Do you prepare for the end of the world as we know it and hope it happens? Are you friendly, but awkward? Do you have an obscene, offensive, profane sense of humor? Are you a legendary drunken brawler? Do you enjoy deep, meaningful conversations over lots of food? Do you collect knives and weapons like women collect purses and shoes? Do you laugh hysterically in crowded theaters at inappropriate times?

If you answered yes to three or more of these questions, I want to meet you.

About me: I can be found in coffee shops with a pile of books, harvesting plants off the trail, or playing darts in a dingy dive bar. I am socially liberal and my political views can only be described as Collapsitarian. If you are with me during the Z-Apocalypse, your odds of survival go way up. I always stick up for my friends. If someone gets in your face, I will rain hell on them. I expect the same in return. If you are sad, I will feed you chocolate. The good kind.

My other side: I can be spiteful and I hold a grudge. I have this talent for blurting stuff out and creating awkward situations. When this happens, I blame it on Tourette's. When I am sad, I grab a bottle of Jack and cry in the bath. I have paranoid tendencies and a small persecution complex. I also have a strong distaste for authority.

Props to you if you are still reading this! If this has not set off a million red flags and it resonates with you, let me know! If you are in my area, I would love to meet. We might have a lot of fun. We can go for long walks on the beach and poke dead things together.

Users now have the ability to customize their profiles. You can add HTML.

First go to your profile and click customize. Up top you will see a box that says HTML and one that says RSS.  Drag the HTML box down into your profile. Drop it where you want. Click the gear looking button top right of the box and drop the HTML code into box. Save. You can also embed stuff in the box like youtube videos, music players and pictures.

Enjoy

Hello to whoever is reading this! Hello and hugs!

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

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

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

So-Cal chapter head meetup in San Diego 8/02/2015 - Zach Black (San Diego,CA) and Shea Bilé ( Los Angeles CA) in San Diego. Thanks for coming down Shea and for the O'Douls . Great conversation and fun. I will hit you up next time I am up in L.A for sure.

Okay if you have not made a meetup for your area please do so. Check to make sure there already is not one.If there is join it. If not make one. If you are looking to meet others in your area this is the best way to do it. But, it only works if people use it. Even if you are not interested in meeting others, if you live close to a major city make one for others to join. I have met several people from my S0-CAL / San Diego group.

It does not matter if you are the only one in the meetup/group. SIN is averaging about 7-10 new users a day. They will come.

Satanism is a philosophy based on stratification, survival of the fittest and natural law. This means if you can't hack it you will be crushed. Satanists are strong individuals, people who take responsibility for themselves and those they love.

Many Satanists identify as Atheist. It's a term to denote that they don't believe in any god, devil or such in any literal since. I, however do not like the term Atheist any longer. This is thanks the groups like the American Atheists and their ilk. These "Atheists" have given the impression to many that Atheists are liberal, state worshipping, democrats that have gay sex with the Humanist camp. 

These "Atheist" groups are anything but atheists. They have simply turned the Christian god into a Government. They cherish the weak. Always in the hunt to raise taxes to provide more food stamps and welfare. They whine and bitch for increased government and vote vote vote for the next lesbian or fag running for office waving a rainbow flag.

Satanism is about worshipping yourself, not the state. We aren't out there asking for food stamps and working in soup kitchens. Charity is seen for what it is a handout to the dregs. 

I foresee a large scale increase in those who identify as Satanists as more and more people become sick of the liberal agenda of the Atheist camp. 

Left-hand path ideology is full of them. Religion bases much of its tenets on them. People with the angst of youth, or a weak grasp of philosophy fall into gravely misunderstanding spiritual/occult trappings because of it.

Pre-conceived notions. It's a stigma of sorts--for people that embrace struggle--that people wear like some sort of badge of oppression. They are sacrosanct to religious persecution complexes seen in most Right-hand path ideology. I would chance a guess that people on the satanic path are acutely aware of what these notions mean, and intuit the conflict and self-betterment derived from destroying some of these notions.

"Will traditional satanism ever be fully mainstream?" is a question tossed about and debated amongst the satanic schools of thought. Perhaps it already is, but to what purpose? Even those that seek occult paths for learning and enriching see farther along the path. The occult adept that recognizes how to reach between worlds and move in the shadows--to do the do if you will it--does not embrace a 'mainstream' philosophy. It's a selfish, epicurean life path, after all. Not solipsism salad with nihilistic wine dressing.

by sonofject 

I'm nihilist and a question people often ask me is "How can you have no morals?" The reason is simple: I can't have anything which doesn't really exist. Once this is realized, the assertions of moralists would be insulting if they weren't so absurd.

A moralist will ask me: "What keeps you from impaling babies on spikes?"

My answer: "Nothing. If that's what I really wanted to do with my life, then that's what I'd be doing."

The next thing the person says is a cue as to whether or not continuing to talk to the person will be a waste of my time:

A moralist will miss the point entirely and accuse me of wanting to impale babies on spikes. (And will be quickly dismissed.)

A non-moralist will ask: "Well, what do you want to do with your life?" Which is exactly the point.

I don't want to impale babies on spikes. In fact, very often the idea suggested by a moralist never occurred to me until the moralist asked me.

No, I don't have morals: I don't have time to go around doing the 'evil' moralists imagine.

"Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!" --Anton LaVey, The Nine Satanic Statements

Science and magic are often spoken as if they are opposed. Science supposedly is based on hard facts and magic is the domain of the unexplainably mysterious, occult and often blatantly horseshit. 

Neither of those descriptions are accurate of science or magic. In fact, they're not descriptions of either of them at all. They're descriptions of Houdini style skepticism aimed at a certain kind of fraudulent huckster selling something to the credulous. (Usually books or psychic readings.)

The focus of science and magic isn't to debunk the bullshit of another person but to tease out the secrets of the the mysterious universe in which we live and apply them. Both are a persuit of knowledge and the application of that knowledge (power.)

Essentially science and magic are the same disciplines -- reverse engineering and engineering -- with a few differences.

1. Science is overwhelming academic and magic is purely practical. As such, the scientist is limited by academic standards, the magician by his own abilities. This allows modern day magicians to benefit from the research of more academic researchers even though they show no interest in anything outside their own ivory tower.

2. Theory, research and application within science are almost always separated to the point that all three are done by different groups of people. Magicians must be all three. In the end, the magician must always rely on his own first hand experience, his own judgement, his own understanding, and his own abilites.

3. The mechanism of validation of knowledge in science is peer review. Magical knoweldge can only be proven by first hand results. Even when knowledge is originally from an academic source, a magician must validate it for himself.

4. Science is generally thought of as mainly involving the physical sciences, thus, "hard science" is a science which works directly (or as close as possible) with some kind of matter. Magic, on the other hand, is primarily psychological and social and works using universally applicable models such as networks and systems. It matters less to a magician what something is made of than how it functions.

5. The point of view of a scientist is looking outward. The point of view of a magician is through their own eyes. For example, within science psychology is studied and explained as if it only pertained to other people. Magicians study psychology from their own first person perspective "from within the subject" wherever such first hand observations about themselves can be made.

6. Self-awareness and situational awareness is much more important in magic than in science. A magician is thus much more aware of himself and his surroundings and the dynamics of change in the moment than a scientist. 

7. Science ultimately is focused on the advancement of a body of knowledge. Magic ultimately results in the personal evolution of the magician.

Hail, members of this site.

I've been on this site since it got started up, but I haven't been on it in a while. But I'm wanting to get back into it and start learning some new things and meeting some people!

I'm from a small town in England about 45 minutes away from London, and I'm moving to University in September.

I have some conflicting opinions in regards to politics and certain subjects like social darwinism, as I think there are exceptions of 'weak' people that are of great importance and essential to the progression of knowledge, maybe even power.

Anyway, I'd love to hear from someone... Anyone?... 

Of course unless you're from like Africa asking me stupid stuff like "How do I sell my soul to the devil?" Or something cooky.

Welcome new registered members of Satanic International Network.

Titus
Blacklemuria - (Basstec)

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

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

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

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


by sonofject

This Saturday June 25th we are having  a meetup in San Diego ( Hillcrest) CA. It starts at 3pm. All are invited. This is a chapter meeting but it is open to those that are non-members of Satanic International Organization.

We will meet at the Vons grocery store at 515 west Washington st , San Diego CA 92103 at 3pm. From there we will pick out our food and drink and walk to the location ( 2 blocks ) to grill. The location is at my place so I am not gonna say exactly where it is. But, it is in Hillcrest.

After we grub we will hang out in our recreational center for discussion on varies topics related to the occult, Satanism and LHP. Even if you are not a Satanist or LHP you are still welcome to come. This is a lighthearted meetup. Kinda a meet and greet.

Private message me if you wish to attend.

For people with theistic tendencies that delve into the occult, the path of satanism can be a walk in the moonlight or a jump down a rabbit hole. The pragmatic learner can have a journey of self-discovery, illuminated, whilst the not-so-learned fall into the holes of self-deceit and self-imposed misapprehension of ideas.  

There's a certain something, I always call it an "oh shit" moment, that, for me anyway, clarifies my perceptions and realizations about concepts of learning and studying to retain information. To be able to practically apply what I've learned to the world around me in order to better myself is--in a nutshell--one of many ideologies that I 'worship' (learning is my religion). To me, any other kind of worship places the self secondary. Period.

So many folks that walk this path, I notice, like to throw around this hoary old chestnut said by Anton LaVey: "Satan demands study, not worship." I personally heard this in my youth, when a mentor let me borrow an LP of Nat Freedland's interview of Anton LaVey on the 'Occult Explosion' album, circa 1973. Although the crux of the interview was mostly insight into LaVey's church activities, I basically had an oh shit-type moment when he explained that the theistic bent of his brand of satanism wasn't the be all end all of his 'religion'. I suspect, after seeing the evolution of left-hand-path ideology, that this statement planted the seeds of dissent that caused a major schism in LaVey's loosely organized religion.

It kinda dawned on me that you didn't necessarily have to be a hard-core-reverse-christian-devil-worshiper to be a satanist. It also dawned on me that some aspects of the satanic philosophy promote ideas of selfishness, indulgence, ego, and human carnal/adversarial nature--which ran contrary to many tenets of theistic worship: subjugation, total submission, and self-imposed psychodrama. This simple principle of separation in ideology inherently veers a pragmatic learner onto a more enriching path of study as opposed to ritual-by-rote occultism. Those concepts shouldn't be mutually exclusive, though, and any person worth their salt has an intuitive nature that thrives on conflict.

Satanism as a theosophy doesn't put much emphasis on practical study per se, but rather the embracement of traditional occult archetypes and their 'schools of thought'. It is a highly personalized form of study, I like to see it as selfishness not self-help (philosophically). For the not-so-learned, the path is obdurate without experience and study, while the pragmatic learner seeks occult knowledge as a stepping stone on the path they walk, distinguishing one's ideology all along the way.   

by sonofject

When it feels its end approaching, it builds a nest with the finest aromatic woods, sets it on fire, and is consumed by the flames. From the pile of ashes, a new Phoenix arises, young and powerful. It then embalms the ashes of its predecessor in an egg of myrrh, and flies to the city of the Sun, Heliopolis, where it deposits the egg on the altar of the Sun God.

Shh honey. Everything is all right. He woke up shaking and drenched in sweat again. The same disturbing dream over and over again. He can’t swim, never been swimming, always afraid of water. Perhaps, this is why… He’s there, swimming with his wife, in a lake and suddenly something, he doesn’t know what, drags him down to the bottom of the lake, holding him down in an iron grasp. He’s struggling to free himself but in vain. Trying to call his wife but not a word can escape his mouth. That horrible feeling, suffocating, fighting for breath and then… all becomes dark.

I’m sure you’ll get this job. You deserve all the best. I’m so proud of you. He loved Elen. She always reassured him. Now, sitting in the company hall, he was trying to forget his nervousness. There were mirrors on both sides of the hall. Crazy. The boss is watching you, always. Mr Morris, please come in. What a pretty secretary Sir Richardson had. Long blonde hair, abundant breasts and a warm smile. And her legs…

Sir Richardson was explaining the details of the company in the most pedantic and boring manner and Mark was pretending to listen. He was in a too euphoric state to even try to focus on the boss’ monologue. So he did it. His dream became true. HR Manager, Phoenix Tobacco Company – that sounded really cool. This photo? It’s my grandfather. He built this little empire. And Sir Richardson began a long rant about the rather turbulent life of his grandpa, how he was selling cigarettes, went bankrupt during the Great Depression but he managed to get up and started selling cigarettes again. Excuse me? You will understand in time. Many of those smart-asses committed suicide but my grandfather never gave up. They thought they buried him in debts but he outsmarted them all. He was that sophisticated. He had this spark in him that couldn’t be extinguished. So he reinvented himself. The truly immortal men never die.

Are you staying late at work again? And she smiled cunningly, her long blonde hair tickling him as she bent down to kiss him. At least, this is what my wife thinks. And he laughed. Then, they drove to the same cosy motel and made love furiously. No no, he loved his wife. They’d been married for fifteen years. Enough for the routine to break into their lives. He would die for her, nevertheless, and for his daughter. The family was everything to him, honor and duty, but this… with Jane, it was just sex, an adventure, easy done, easy gone. How can I be sure you aren’t doing it with Sir Richardson? Her skin was white and soft like velvet. Don’t be stupid, she laughed, that old fat asshole sickens me, the mere look of him.

It’s time to initiate you into the heart of our business and Sir Richardson led him to the lift at the back of the building. They went a couple of storeys down into what looked like a large basement. The large iron doors opened and Mark saw a dimly lit small room decorated with draped dark blue material. A few of his colleagues were sitting behind the table covered with blue velvet cloth. Don’t worry, ladies and gentlemen, Mark knows you don’t talk about an elephant in the room. And even if you do, nobody sane will believe you. And they all started laughing.

He became more and more frustrated with his job. He worked his ass off for the company but the boss seemed to appreciate his secretary more than him. She got a reward after a reward, a bonus after a bonus. He was damn sure she slept with the boss. They broke up with each other, no more passionate nights at the motel. He’d been feeling bad about it anyway. He was sure his wife didn’t suspect anything but he felt pangs of remorse. And he felt bad about being a part of a swindle and a… criminal. How the hell will he wriggle out of it now? Go to the police? They won’t believe him. No evidence. Another disgruntled former employee trying to shit-talk his boss, they will think. And, most important thing of all, won’t they be seeking revenge?

I’m not lying. I’m telling you. They eliminate competition. If smear campaign doesn’t help, they just kill these people, make it look like an accident or a suicide. It’s all decided in the basement, all draped in blue. They gather there and decide whom to, as they put it, pluck. We’ve already been there, Mr Morris. It’s a normal basement, no blue curtains, they store tobacco there. You don’t understand. I was there with them, took part in it, they cleaned up after themselves. I don’t know what to think of it, Mr Morris, we’ll look into it once again and give you protection just in case. But it won’t harm if you… Have you thought about talking to the psychiatrist?

Mark opened the door and heard sobbing. Honey what’s up? He asked as he took off his coat. The sobbing came from upstairs. He rushed upstairs, the door to their bedroom was left ajar. He opened it and gasped. He and Jane, naked at the motel… their photos… all over the walls. Ho… ho… honey… I…I…I will will explain. It’s not what you think. Elen please… How could you? She was sitting on their bed and sobbing. Who is this woman? How could you? How could you do this to me and our daughter?

It was snowing, beautiful winter  and Sir Richardson’s children were sitting round the Christmas tree, opening their presents when the workers found Mark’s body on the dumping ground. Suicide. He was fired from the job, his wife and daughter left him. He had nothing to live for. Poor chap.

*   *   *

All right. I finished. The written assignment for my doctor is ready. Poor woman is trying to get into the depths of my crazy mind and examine all the dark monsters there. She’s trying to sort it out, guess the reason for my self-loathing. Let her read it if she can make heads and tails of it. Each paragraph is a revelation, all *** of them. Let the bitch do the math. Yeah I know what you think, dear readers. You wonder how much of it is true, if anything. Keep wrapping your head around it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s too late, honey. It’s too late.

We have a private Satanic International private chapter facebook group. If I forgot to add you remind me.

Okay so I made a private group for Satanic International chapter leaders. I know I forgot some of you. If I did not ad you to the group let me know.

In case anyone is interested, my girlfriend just started making Baphomet, Lucifer, and other custom rosaries.

She just opened an Etsy at

https://www.etsy.com/shop/HadaPixieDesigns

and her FaceBook page for these designs is at

https://www.facebook.com/pages/HadaPixie-Designs/816861201744078

I've been converting all my LHP sigils and necklaces to rosaries through her since I've seen her designs.  I totally love them and thought maybe others might too so I had to share in case you like them!! \m/