All scientific research taken as a whole is an attempt to reverse engineer the universe.
REVERSE ENGINEERING: BLACK BOXES 101
Reverse engineering, as you might suspect, is the reverse of engineering.
Engineering is the art and science of creating something which performs a function: you need to hold up the weight of a bridge so you engineer a column with the right width and depth to hold the weight you need at the proper height.
Reverse engineering is the art and science of determining the structure which performs a function: you see the the bridge, know that something needs to hold it up, then look below and lo and behold there's a column. ( If you were monkey-wrenching, you'd then proceed to blow it up and see if the bridge comes down, but that's another post. )
There are two flavors of reverse engineering -- 'open box' and 'black box'.
Open box reverse engineering is where you can see directly see the structure, either by looking directly at it or by having some other kind of direct perception -- a microscope, radio telescope, fMRI -- you get the picture.
In this kind of reverse engineering, you can just observe whatever it is in action and if necessary do some simple tinkering directly with it's structure to figure out how it works.
Black box reverse engineering refers to working with structure you can't see and have to work with it indirectly. (And this, my friends, is where it starts to get really fun. )
The academic black box is just a black box with any number of inputs and any number of outputs, usually pictured like this:
Inputs ---> [Black Box] ---> Outputs
In this post, I'm going to cover some well known black boxes which have only outputs. I'll cover inputs in a later post, because my main objective here is to give a clear idea about what a black box exactly is.
Astrophysicists mainly work with black boxes simply for the fact that most of what they study are at least several light years away and so there's no way to get to what they're studying and even if they did, it's impossible to get a look inside something like a star or a black hole.
Instead, they study the outputs of their black boxes, outputs like the qualities of light coming from a white dwarf and the gravitational pull of a black hole.
( Actually, in the second case, it's a long chain of outputs. Since they can't measure the gravitational pull of a black hole they measure the mass and speed of the stars orbiting it. Since they can't directly do that, they measure the qualities of the light coming from those stars. The chain looks like this :
Light from the stars indicate
-- their mass and speed of orbit which indicate
---- the mass of the black hole [box] which indicates
------ something about the structure of the black hole itself )
In other cases, like the study of geologists, the black box doesn't exist as one whole thing in one place but as a series of processes over time, but luckily the outputs (rocks) are easy to study. For example, a geologist can look at a rock and tell you it was initially formed in a volcano, then moved by glaciers where it wound up under the sea for a few thousand years, finally to find itself in a desert, where you found it and brought it to him. ( If there's anything that geologists like to see it's not a new kind of rock, but an indicator of a process they haven't seem before. )
My favorite black box is the human mind. Everything someone says or does is an output, and as Banachek pointedly pointed out: "you can't not communicate". This leads into some seriously fun 'lesser magic' involving outputs few people pay attention to ( not body language, but that's fun too. ), but I'll have to leave that for another post.
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.
The event was great. Some bumps in the road which is to be expected. Lots of egos colliding. Was great meeting everyone. Some of you it was a long time in the making.
For more pictures check out the photo gallery. I will make a album with all the pictures.
Hey folks. I need your help with something. I need to speak with Anton LaVey son Satan Xerxes Carnaki LaVey. The rightful inheritor to the church of Satan. Last I heard he lives in southern California, where I live. I wish to light a fire under his ass . He will be turning 25 in a couple years. That is the age LaVey wanted him to be high priest.
Maybe he does not care. IDK. But, I am willing to find out. I heard he is involved with vampirefreaks.com. I need his contact info. Or even his mothers Blanche Barton... although I am pretty sure she will not talk to me. Worth a shot. ..
This isn't as shocking as it sounds. While you read the title correctly, some may have inferred a different meaning than intended. No, Bruce Wayne isn't gay.[1] Instead this refers to a long-time in-joke involving the fact I came out of the bat cave years ago by revealing the secret identity of the caped crusader -- ME! ME, MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM BATMAN!!!
I'll let that sink in.
So, yeah. I'm Batman. Not Mr. Bruce (ohhhhh my parents are dead) Whine. It's me. I'm Batman. Does this make sense? Are we on the same page? No? Oh well, fuck it. Here's how the damn thing got started:
Yes, that is a bra on my head. I'll wait while you watch it again.
Heh. :)
This video was made as part of a stupid social-chain game that people played on Youtube back in the day. It was played like this:
1. Someone makes a video giving their opinions on a range of subjects.
2. The person tags people they know in the video description.
3. Those people who are tagged make videos giving their opinions of the same topics and tag people they know.
4. And the whole thing spreads through the YT network like social cancer.
And one bright and shining day this game was peacefully travelling through YT netizens, minding it's own business, until Hatesfury tagged me. (Hows Hatesfury doing these days, anyway?)
Heh :)
What could I do but give my most valid opinion on each of the subjects, which, as you know by now is universally :
I AM BATMAN!!
Don't worry. If you're still confused, I promise that the plot will thin shortly.
The reason why I revealed my secret identity is because it's the most valid answer I could give -- which is to say, not at all. There's no reason for me to have an opinion on any of them simply because some other people do.
It's like Jesus. A Christian recruiter expects you to already know who Jesus is when he asks you "Do you know Jesus?" He wants to get your current opinion so he can get a baseline to change it. What's fun to do and totally fucks their day and brain is when you steal any possible validity from the recruiter by shifting the frame or playing dumb.
Shifting the Frame: "Jesus? Do you know him, too? (Recruiter smiles and says yes.) The crackhead down the street? HE OWES ME MONEY!!" (Recruiter becomes sorry to bother you, assures you he made a mistake, and rushes off to more important matters he suddenly remembered at just that moment.)
Playing Dumb: "Jesus who?"
Playing dumb is more effective than logic to get people to realize how ludicris they really sound. Why? They have to explain these beliefs, from scratch, to a grown and reasonable person.
Recruiter: Uh, you know, Jesus. He died for you.
Me: I'm sorry to hear he died, but I don't have a clue who you're talking about. (cue sideways look)
Recruiter: You know, Jesus Christ. Our lord and savior who died for your sins?
Me: I said I don't know who you're talking about. Are you from here? We have a president. And I'm not a princess who needs to be saved by ... the death of someone else for my ... sins?
Recruiter: Uh...
At this point the recruiter's mind is racing, trying to think one step ahead, desperately checking and double checking that what he's about to say to make sure it doesn't sound crazy. (See, better than logic.)
Recruiter: Uh...
(long, awkward seconds pass)
Recruiter: Uh...
Me: Well, it's been uh.... bye. (cue: walking away.)
So what's all this got to do with freethinkin'? I'll get to that in a second.
First, what most people call freethinkin' is nothing of the sort. It's more like using the word as an excuse to not think at all. They point, scoff, and say "That's stupid. I know because I'm a freethinker!" Those fuckers are about as freethinking as parrots.
So, what is this freethinking thing anyway? I found this definition:
"A freethinker is defined as a person who forms his own opinions about important subjects (such as religion and poltics) instead of accepting what others say."
Do you see the flaw there? Read it again.
Ok, it's challenge time. The prize: 50 kudos each..
The first challenge: Describe the obvious flaw in so-called "freethinkin',"
I'll give you a hint. Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy) points to the answer by introducing concepts with the following language: "It's a popular and important fact that..."
First answer gets all 50 kudos
The second challenge. (Also 50 kudos to first answer.)
Why is "I'M BATMAN!" an appropriate opinion to each subject in my video?.
COMPLETELY VALID. IMPORTANT AND RELEVANT FOOTNOTES
1. I know, because I'm from the future.
Satanism is an elitist religion, make no mistake about it. It is uncompromisingly 100% elitist with zero shit or fluff to fuck up the mix.
We're so damn elitist that we even have a special term for ourselves -- the alien elite. Aren't we all special snowflakes? Right, get your doc martins and let's start goose steppin'!
It's really nothing like that.
Even though Satanism is absolutely hardcore in it's elitism, what it means to be elite is:
* having your shit together
* not doing anything half-assed
* being relentless in self-mastery
* constantly pushing our skills at the edge
There is no room for being a douche who lives hiding behind the pretense of being 'better' than other people. Someone is better than someone else or they're not in an objective practical sense -- they're more skilled at something. For example, a person is more accurate at shooting a bow than someone else or not.
And, even though someone is really good at something, it doesn't mean that there's a demand for it. Therefore, it's possible to be elite and completely useless at the same time. The point of elitism is all around potency in whatever a satanist chooses to do.
There's no room to act superior (unless it is superior action). Actually, this kind of behavior weakens the potency of elitism. It's like lovingly polishing a turd at the expense of sharpening a katana. No only would such an elitist 'lose it because they didn't use it', they have all the charm of being covered in shit.
Summing up, Satanism is hardcore, but not a license for a satanist to take his nose from the grindstone and shove it up in the air.
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.
I found that I miss writing on this dark corner of the internet, so as alluded to in my SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 post, I am currently planning my second volume of the unofficial SIN quarterly journal. Expect more cryptic nonsense and thinly veiled insults for my amusement, unless you fine SIN users get off of your collective tuchi (plural form of tuchus) and post your own insightful article on May 23, 2017. Perhaps at some point I'll collate all the entries into a pdf if enough people decide to write something decent. If you want to contribute, simply make a blog post on May 23, with the same subject heading as this post, followed by the title of your article.
Personally, I'll be writing about casting a geosigil, hopefully reporting on how that went. Speaking of which, if anybody would like to try some collaborative spellcasting, message me, and I'll see what I can do. Ideally I'll need 13 participants including myself, but depending on how rounding up that many people (organizing satanists is like herding blind and deaf kittens hopped up on Nazi-Speed) I may settle for less.
InSINcerely,
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I just thought I'd introduce myself, as I'm new here. I go by GriffonDour, online, but my real name's Chris. I'm more of a Spiritual Satanist, but I have respect for everyone's beliefs and choices. I love all animals, but cats are my absolute favorite. I'm looking to educate myself and make friends, male and/or female, either and all cool with me
I'm kind of quiet, I don't really like parties and a bunch of mayhem, I prefer to spend time wit my cat and the only two family members I'm really close with. I'm on the computer as much as possible, but if I'm not, feel free to leave a message for me, and I'll get back to you. I live in Maryland. Thanks for reading this, and I apologize if this isn't the proper place to post introductions.
This ceremony is derived from a couple of major different sources. One being the 1st and third initiation ceremonies of Freemasonry, or atleast the first as performed, in part in a History Channel documentary about Freemasonry and the other as perpetuated by detractors. This latter part can be observed in the Covens' performance of the Satanic Mass, which is where I lifted muchh of this litany, but the throught cuting and the gut ripping out dates back, as far as I know, to Masonry but I am not a mason nor do I have any direct connection to any lodge past or present. So one could say that Coven was a source for this ceremony and they would be correct. Also I quote H.P. Lovecraft in this one as well.
Also I want to make clear that the throught cutting and what not is only ment here as imagery and nothing more then another giant middle finger to the Masons in as much as I am sure as they as any group have there Fred Phelps and other self rightiuse ass holes that we have yet to become aware of. This part of the litany is NOT intended to be taken literally.
Now if a group wanted to perform this by the book, please feel free to modify this to your own ends, here is what is required:
1) Altar - This my be a nude altar or a simple platform.
2) Black Robes or Clothing - This applies more to the congregation, a congregation is not a prerequisite.
3) The Worshipful Master Dress - The priest/ess acting in position of the W.M dresses in the usual dress as such but with satanic symbology as oppose to Masonic.
4) Sword or Dagger - to be used for magical purposes, in this case the invocations.
5) Phallus - To place the blessings of Hell upon those in attending.
6) A person dressed as Jewish Rabbi, an Evangelical dressed person, and another dressed as a Islamic I mmam (the more sacred characters, i.e Moses, Christ, Muhammad etc.) the better, butt what ever helps as far as visual imagery.
7) A black and white checkered floor patern.
8) These two items are probably the most optional and both can be easily cut out. One option can be an audio recording such as a cd player or a mp3 player, but in either case the music must be as closely queued to the performance as allowed. Or a musician can be be brought in to play out this role and, for me the best choice if given the option, assuming that this option is agreeable to everyone participating. If the music selection where left up to me, I would find a keyboardist willing and select some works of Bach or something more dramatic that speaks better and adds more to the environment of this ceremony and have it played on an organ or an electronic keyboard with a decent sounding organ option built in, though one such as the later may seem more practical.
9) Candles and Lighting - Lighting is provided by torches attached to the wall, though I must stress caution in this case as these are fire and health hazards so I recommend at least two fire extinguisher equiped users whose so purposes are to focuse exclusively on the on the torches and atleast third participant whom is designated by each exist in case of fire. Also if no one has memorized the entire ceremony then ample light maybe needed. And also a black candle set to the left side of the altar and a white candle to the right side of the altar.
EDIT: 10) A bell to be rung nine times each at the beginning and at the end of the ceremony.
And know that I realize that this is running long I will post this as part one and publish this in the nexed day or so.
EDIT: 11) The pentagram worn around the neck as well as hung on the wall behind the altar.
We are
easily confused with the term “sin” because of 2000 years of indoctrination by
the Christian regime; when we are called sinners we are told that we are
breaking divine moral laws or the will of God.
In the realm of Satanism, sins are not dogmatic where Satan will hunt us
down for our insolence, but situational that they have their own
consequences. The Nine Satanic Sins are
not preferences or fetishes of Satan, but merely the natural action and
reaction of the world we live in, which makes it true wisdom. The nature of the world we live in is
transactional where we give and take most often for goods and/or services. The dogma of the Christian world applies to
the wants of and needs of the Christ, or because “Jesus said so”, not because
there is any real merit to the commands of this white-lighter deity.
What we do in any given situation
will determine the outcome, whether it is good for us or have a negative
effect. In the case of the Satanic Sin
of self-deceit, if an individual tells himself the speed limit is 60mph rather
than 15mph in a school zone he will undoubtedly come to an end of a speeding
ticket or even a vehicular manslaughter charge by the end of the day. Solipsism is an example of a situation where
both Christians and Satanists can relate to, but it is the Satanist that is
warned to steer clear of those that have a history of burning us and we are
encouraged to give back what is given to us, whether positive or negative. The purpose of one’s pride is to command you
to be excellent, and polish your work with perfection; however if your work is
so imperfect because you wish to be so different and outside of the box it is
up to you to realize the error of your ways and acknowledge the work of those
that have come before you as being prudent.
The true wisdom of the Satanic Bible is that it is a self-sustaining,
self-sufficient, self-fulfilling belief system that Satan himself doesn’t have
to micro-manage and hand out a “righteous judgment” (for lack of a better term),
because the consequences are the nature of this world we live in.
The laws of the Christian God are
merely things he would prefer to have happen, in turn this is damaging to the
natural order of the animals we are and because he feels he is the Almighty
ruler of the universe he feels he can deny or change the natural order of the
human animal in any way he sees fit. Satan will not go around punishing those
who love their enemies because one’s enemy will make it perfectly clear to the
forgiving party that it is not a good idea taking the “higher road.” The nature of the world is like the
wilderness of Africa where one cannot count on God, whoever He is to you, to
tuck you in at night making sure you have had a decent meal before the sun goes
down. It is clear that the Christian God
is the impersonal entity that you must be warned about, because it would
benefit you much more to listen to your natural instincts of survival and run
away from the large animal trying to devour you than it would to quiver in the
corner and pray for Jehovah to send the predator on another path. The Left Hand Path is not the personal
fetishes of Satan, but only the truth that even He cannot deny nor escape from.
Life in general is a winter earned
and a summer spent, where every meal was an exchange of a few blisters and a
lot of sweat for a meal and a bed. If
you become rich and famous, long will the days be forgotten where you can walk
down to your favorite taco truck and have a peaceful meal with your girlfriend
without someone trying to get a quote, an autograph, and a picture of you
stuffing your face. Should you become an
elementary teacher, count on wiping a few noses during the winter and dealing
with children that for some reason like the taste of Elmer’s Glue. The glamorous life of a Kickboxer won’t feel
so glamorous after a few broken noses and a strained right bicep. Our existence generally speaking is a trade,
our vocations and passions sometimes come with territory that won’t be so kind
in return.
In the eyes of the Christ-God, we
will always be sinners because in the measurement of His bible, survival is not
considered a virtue. Jesus will never
account for the times you took care of yourself and denied a stranger a meal
because you needed to eat and consider it a “good thing”. Satan will not punish you because your heart
was broken by your wife who you knew was cheating on you. The dogma of the Christ is now facing something
more powerful and forceful than His will of how he himself wishes things would
be, but the kingdom of the real, where the lion will not lay down with the
lamb, and cats and dogs will not get along, but the pure primal nature of the
animal who is willing to survive. Let
the fog lift now that we know the meaning of “sin” and the meaning of “transaction”
and what it means to survive in a world full of conditions.
“can you make me a list of good, knowledgeable left-hand path *satanic* books?”
Just received this Facebook DM a moment ago.
To me,
this is a very PROFOUND question;
one that goes WAY beyond any “list” I could possibly make.
CAN- are you able to?
YOU- me, my rational self: objective and subjective.
MAKE- manifest, conjure, create, communicate.
ME- My target audience, a Facebook friend with his own ideas, beliefs, etc…
A LIST- a compilation of books leading to enlightenment for him, my target audience.
GOOD- well written, authoritative, definitive.
LEFT HAND PATH- definition of which would be his
SATANIC- of or pertaining to satan.
Implied in his question:
can you make me a list which if I read it will give me what I am TRULY seeking:
XXXX?
XXXX being HIS personal definition of enlightenment.
XXXX- money, power, sex, etc…
My answer: YES.
BECAUSE I”M THE FUCKING BALLS.
But,
if YOU want MY LIST,
it’s gonna come with some explanation,
otherwise,
the LIST in itself will do YOU no good.
Where to begin?
When I was in high school,
I joined the wrestling team.
One of the first moves all wrestlers learn:
the half nelson.
A half nelson is an effective way of turning an opponent onto his back.
Excitedly we learned the move,
and used the move.
Then,
we learned how to counter the half nelson;
(it’s easy to counter.)
As a result,
a half nelson became a move that was only effective against someone inexperienced;
useless against an experienced opponent.
Many wrestlers give up on the half nelson.
I never did;
made it work fairly well.
In my second year I learned how to wrestle freestyle.
High school wrestling is folkstyle,
freestyle is another form,
slightly more dangerous.
I wanted to learn freestyle primarily because it gave me competition in the off season.
Anyway-
I had a new mentor,
this old bastard named Joe.
Joe:
crusty old guy,
tough as nails,
mean as a snake.
In his youth he had gone to the olympics.
During the first day of practice,
he wanted to show us how to do a half nelson.
Many laughed.
Everyone in the room was experienced,
most in the gym had given up on the move.
Although no one said it,
publicly,
many in the room felt the half nelson a WORTHLESS move.
Joe: “Why did you laugh?”
A kid named Sean replied,
“I think everyone laughed because we all know the half nelson;
it doesn’t work.”
Joe: “Let me show you how to make it work.”
Joe proceeded to demonstrate his VARIATION of the power half nelson…
Joe: “The way to make a half nelson work is with pain.
If your opponent feels physical pain,
they will BEND to your will.”
Joe demonstrated how to get leverage on the opponent;
to put so much PRESSURE on an opponent’s head and neck:
they had no choice but to turn, (YIELD).
So…
in that spirit,
the spirit of giving you something you can actually fucking USE,
something that actually fucking WORKS,
I give you MY list.
But,
wait a minute.
I skipped a step.
You see I could give you a list,
and all the reasons why,
BUT,
if you don’t trust ME,
don’t feel I’m an AUTHORITY,
my list won’t work for you.
Who the FUCK am I?
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I’m THAT guy.
I earned a bunch of money using “satanic” knowledge.
Why am I telling you this?
To impress you?
IDGAF about impressing you.
Who the fuck are you?
My goal in writing this is for SELFISH reasons.
You see,
i’ve made my money;
I’m fucking set.
I’ve got my pussy;
in abundance,
on tap.
ANYTHING I desire:
I create,
conjure,
manifest with ease.
My SELFISH goals:
1. To help YOU make it to the next level.
Why?
Because that makes my dick hard,
to see someone put my knowledge to their benefit makes me happy.
2. To become a SUCCESSFUL author.
Last month over 1000 copies of my books were downloaded,
I want more.
If I can help you,
even for FREE,
you WILL help me.
3. To create something I’m proud of,
a blog post that hopefully you read and benefits others.
Wait a minute.
Hold on.
I can hear some of you mumbling,
“You don’t sound Satanic.”
Really?
Why did Lavey write HIS book?
Open up HIS church?
What is SATANIC?
My definition:
“Satanic”:
knowledge,
for the purpose of making yourself more POWERFUL.
=
“Rational Selfishness” as codified by Ayn Rand in The Virtue of Selfishness.
In essence,
the core of Satanic thought:
that which benefits the self.
So,
from this BASE,
what are the best SATANIC books?
Sure,
I could talk about books on majik,
usually written by lunatics and drug addicts.
Certainly,
if you want to be like them,
there’s the door,
don’t let it hit you on the vagina on the way out.
Am I saying to only read books by people whom you want to EMULATE?
NO.
BUT,
success leaves clues,
as does failure.
When you read anyone’s work,
keep your BRAIN ON,
if it makes sense:
try it.
If it works:
use it.
If you want SUCCESS:
MONEY,
POWER,
SEX,
the DESIRES of your heart;
let me SUGGEST another "satanic" LIST.
The first book I’d suggest is:
The Tao of Jeet Kune Do.
This is a book about martial arts,
BUT,
it’s also a philosophy about the quest for ENLIGHTENMENT.
The thesis:
Do not be afraid to look anywhere for knowledge.
Learn ALL you can,
accept what WORKS for YOU.
if you apply THIS THESIS to ANYTHING you will become a MASTER,
AN INNOVATOR.
If you wanted to teach someone how to fight,
what would be your first lesson?
Imagine it.
What would your first class look like?
Now imagine your first day of class,
Jonah Hill,
the fat one in Superbad shows up:
did you prepare the right lesson?
Obviously,
a fat,
out of shape,
white bread,
Twinkie eating ball of mush REQUIRES a different lesson,
than someone who’s big and strong,
or,
short and fast.
Once you accept that mastery REQUIRES carving your OWN path,
finding your OWN way,
then,
I’d suggest reading the following with a CRITICAL eye.
To repeat:
When you read ANYONE’S work,
keep your BRAIN ON,
if it makes sense:
try it.
If it works:
use it.
To finish my introductory list of SATANIC books,
I’d suggest reading ALL the following:
Ayn Rands works:
Atlas Shrugged
The Fountainhead
The Virtue of Selfishness
Anthem
This is the core of OBJECTIVISM,
the philosophy of SELFISHNESS.
Then,
to finish off my list:
The Richest Man In Babylon.
Think and Grow Rich.
Rich Dad Poor Dad.
How to Win Friends and Influence People.
The Greatest Salesman in the World.
Anthony Robbins Personal Power 2.
To me,
this is a good STARTING point.
See where it leads.
PS: I've written "SATANIC" books as well.
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.
Dread -
I have this weird feeling. A feeling that something bad is going to happen at anytime. Strange feeling. Not a pleasant on either. It is that feeling that ' something is in the air ' . I can not put my finger on it.
i could be picking up ' vibes ' from someone else close to me. I thinking I need t make my rounds and check in with everyone close. My older brother just got outta pycheward today. He was having suicidal thoughts. That could be it.
All I really know is I have only had a few glasses of wine. That is not enough to sound the alarm. I can feel the pressure physically to. Something, somewhere is about to go down that will affect me in a drastic way.... that is the feeling I have.
The Trappist-1 is one example of an admission made by NASA which evidently demonstrates reality. 7 rocky planets orbit the Trappist-1 Star. 3 of those planets are in the Habitable Zone and are Earth-Like Planets. What this demonstrates is that there are other Star Systems other than the Solar System around the majority of Stars in the Milky Way Galaxy.
Satanism was the original path of Mankind. Ancient archaeological writings of civilizations all over the world show that they were actually smarter than the Micromatrix wants Society to know. For example, according to the 3rd Ancient Sumerian Tablet: "The celestial chariot he deftly; from Nibiru it powerfully soared, toward the distant Sun he it directed.... Little Gaga [Pluto] came out to greet them, a welcome to the heroes it was extending. To blue-hued Antu [Neptune], the beautiful enchantress, it showed the way. By her sight Anzu was attracted.... Ea [Satan] to continue without stopping gave the word; it is a planet of no return, he forcefully said. Let us examine her waters! Anzu was saying" "Toward the heavenly An [Uranus], the third in planetary counts, the chariot continued. On his side was An [Uranus] lying, his host of moons about him were whirling. The Tester's beam the presence of water was revealing; a stop if needed to Ea [Satan] it was indicating. To continue the journey was Ea [Satan] saying. Toward Anshar [Saturn], the heaven's foremost prince, he was directing. Soon the ensnaring [gravitational] pull of Anshar [Saturn] they could tell, his colored rings with fear they admired. Deftly did Anzu the chariot guide, the crushing dangers he cleverly avoided. The giant Kishar [Jupiter], foremost of firm planets, was next to be encountered. Her net's pull was overpowering; with great skill did Anzu the chariot's course divert. With fury Kishar [Jupiter] at the chariot divine lightnings was thrusting, her host as the uninvited she directed. Slowly Kishar [Jupiter] moved away, for the chariot the next enemy to encounter: Beyond the fifth planet the Hammered Bracelet [Asteroid Belt] was lurking!" "Ea [Satan] his handiwork to set a-whirling commanded, the Water Thruster to prepare. Toward the host of turning boulders the chariot was rushing, each one like a slingshot's stone ferociously at the chariot aimed. The word by Ea [Satan] was given, with the force of a thousand heroes the stream of water was thrust. One by one the boulders turned face; a path for the chariot making! But as one boulder fled, another in its stead was attacking; a multitude byond count was their number, a host for the splitting of Tiamat revenge seeking!.... double was the joy as the sight of the Sun was now unveiled. Amidst the elation Anzu the alarm sounded: For the path to have fashioned, excessive waters to feed the chariot's fiery stones for the remaining journey were not sufficient. In the dark deepness the sixth planet they could see, the Sun's rays it was reflecting. There is water on Lahmu [Mars], Ea [Satan] was saying. Can you bring the chariot down upon it? Anzu he was asking. Deftly Anzu the chariot toward Lahmu [Mars] directed; reaching the celestial god, around it he the chariot made circle. The planet's net [atmosphere] is not great, its [gravitational] pull is to handle easy, Anzu was saying. A sight to behold was Lahmu [Mars], many hued it was; snow white was its cap [North Pole], snow white were its sandals [South Pole]. Reddish hued was its middle, in its midst lakes and rivers were aglitter! Deftly Anzu the chariot made travel slower, by a lakeside it gently came down..."
According to archaeological and tablet evidence, the Great Pyramids of Egypt were built by Thoth; the son of Satan. He also built the Teotihuacan Pyramids in Mexico, and possibly others. He was known as Thoth/ Tehuti/ Quetzalcoatl/ Hermes/ Ningishzidda and other names around the globe. There are megalithic pyramids on every continent on Earth. Examples include: N America/ S America/ China/ Iraq/ Egypt/ Russia/ Australia/ Antarctica/ etc. There are also pyramids on the Moon and on Mars.
Ancient Mankind had access to Ancient Technology. There was a war between Freedom and Tyranny. The Enemy extraterrestrials whipped out most ancient technology and caused the Ancient Technological Reset which lead to the Stone Age. Then the Enemy invaded Earth and sent their Demiurge Operatives to create Religion and demonize Satan and the ancient gods.
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every time I listen to certain songs from certain artists I feel connected with my spirituality and reinforces everything I believe in. knowledge is key my friends so embrace it. oh yeah check out spaceghostpurrp blackland radio 66.6 album thank you.
Being good at STUPID doesn't COUNT!
D'oh!
I like you Sally, thats why I'm killin you last.
I'm not as THINK as you STONED I AM!§
I hate Prejudiced People!
I hate anti fascist Nazis! because they hate fascist Nazis?
To err is Human, to forgive means..YOU'RE FIRED FRED FUK OFF!!!!
If you are what you eat... then I wanna be you by morning...
Abortion kills and so does Mcdonalds!
We're not doing scientific research..We are KILLING PEOPLE! ON PURPOSE..
And charging and counting and LAUGHING HAHHAHHAHAH!! and LAUGHING at u and u and u AND YO MAMA!!! HAHAHAH!
Fnord?
Fnord!
It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold any firm beliefs..
For further info consult your fukkin self!
Everything is True.. No where is clothing optional! Unless you are a bird?.
Nothing is True.. Cthulhu IS NOT REAL!
BELIEVE ME I AM A WAY BETTER BANG THAN CTHULHU!
Sometimes I just start the bullet sales in the middle of Wal-Mart under the Basketball hoops by the kitchen accessories in ALL 50 STATES EVERY FUKKIN DAY 7 DAYS A WEEK.364 DAYS A YEAR!..
and if you dont wanna buy anything TODAY
WELL, THATS, OK WE'LL JUST THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR YOU AND GET YOU SOMETHING BETTER CAUSE ITS NEW! and EVEN CHEAPER!!
Because RAINBOWS LOVE WAL-MART.. and you know folks that's where ALL THESE CONSTANT LOVELY SUPER CHEAP THINGS COME FROM IS
RAINBOWS!!... YEA THATS IT RAINBOWS!!
My Inner Child wants to molest buy sell trade rape and kill your inner child!
IF YOU DONT CARE WHERE YOU ARE THEN THEY'RE NOT DROPPIN BOMBS ON YOU! YAY YOU!
LSD melts in your MIND and gives you TICKETS TO GET... ON... THE...SHIP!
Do What keepeth thou from wilting shall be the law of the Hole!!
When you call something ya can't handle put it on hold and hand the phone to yer friend with THE SEXY VOICE..
Its not that they die but its like they die like of suffocation on their own feces and each others carcasses, lack of water and dramamine, after up to 3 months of crowding like AUSTRALIAN SHEEP on an exciting sea barg adventure to be SLAUGHTERED somewhere else... Yes they do.. they die like fukkin sheep.. Man all of the sudden I feel like eating Le Gigot D'agneau med sacred blu fuk off le merde!...
If you yourself would like to join and enjoy this amazing and wonderful Cruise to the SLAUGHTERHOUSE.. we are neither herE nor there at
Factory Farming Cruise Lines FUK OFF! Get a hold of us and maybe we can get you a spot at the TOP of the pile of torturous DEATH! baa haa baahhahah
Don't force it... Use a bigger hammer? Propaganda Machine? Convenient Grocery Store? Machine Gun on a bigger TV on a Bigger News Slander?
Oh Oh .. OH WAIT WAIT ah I get it... they..mean
WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER!
Mind your own business SPOCK! I'm sick of your INBRED InterFUK!
If at first you don't succeed wait til yer BRO gets the Banana and take that shit from his ass.. cause the whole distraction'll make em all GO FUKKIN NUTS!!
For me to get a CLUE is definitely going to require a a total REVAMP!
I WISH YOU YOU HUM-HOMIES WOULB EEB ME A'ONE!
DON'T MESS WITH THE KITTY!
MERGRERGHHH! HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEGH!
Try the Moo Shoe Pork. It is especially TORTURED TO NO END BEFORE IT IS BRUTALLY MURDERED BY THE LITERAL MILLION UPON MILLIONS EVERY YEAR...SO PUT IT IN YOUR FUKKIN MOUTH AND ENJOY THAT SHIT NIGGA!
CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS? PRIORITIES? DO NOT FORGET TO PAY ME
and YOUR WELCOME..
Freedom is a cage at gun point in desolate desperation FROM ALL THINGS YOU DO NOT WISH NOR WANT TO SEE NOR HEAR.. and now that YOU KNOW --
YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE.. DO YOU KNOW WHY? ahh YOU DON'T CARE!
YOU DON'T HAVE TO ...at leaSt NOT YET...
Pathetic-def. just another Prick tryin to fuck my pussy because he has something I don't.. Why is the cheese moving?
We got news for all you sport fans out there!
SILENT VIOLENCE VS CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO BE huh? ..and the
.THE WINNER!!! SILENT VIOLENCE AGAIN!! YAYAYYOU!YAYAYYAYAYA!!!
There is no time like a fresh killed pheasant.
Tis an ill will that BLOWS NO MINDS..and is no GOOD AT SUCKIN DICK!
DON'T EAT GARLIC.. It makes yer pussy and yer dick taste like fake ass shit!
Let he who takes the Plunger remember to return it bv Tuesday and make sure theres no fuckin fudge chunks on the handle...
I think we're all Bozos on this SHORT BUS!
I haven't lost my mind .. Its backed up on a tape somewhere.. and the rest of my brains got fucked out and thrown out with a pack of condoms.. woohoo!
Oh Squirt! Now where the hell did PUDDLES run off to?OO
Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner.. with a list of ingredients...
Everything I know IS WRONG!
I AM BORING
I AM DRIVEN CRAZY BECAUSE HUMANS THINK AND BEHAVE LIKE THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS!
It is easier to punch the Principle than it is for me to BE GOOD ENOUGH ROBOT TO GRADUATE.. because here is what my diploma says..
I am A.I. (without the I.) diploma...? huh?
I guess the jokes on me, she said..
Don't Panic.. YOU WILL NEVER GET PROPERLY LAID... without PROPERLY PAYING FOR IT!
I believe that everyone who does not have an owner is in a cage or on a dinner plate is entitled to EUTHANIZATION RIGHT AWAY! or no wait.. just on Mondays! We can't afford to euthanize everyone everyday. Okay?
Of all forms of causation.. Caution IN LOVE is the most Considerate
Silence the VIOLENCE in my world and keep me shopping looking good for god country and my parents.. so NO ONE WILL KNOW I AM NOT INSANE..Im just a fukkin piece of shit USELESS IDIOT!!
In this world Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of lighfe pay the lady with the biggest tits and ass even if she's as BLACK as yer stupid satanic death metal band t shirt!!...
SILENCE:
Silence is powerful. Silence can cause confusion. Silence can cause decisions to be made against the humdrum of the mundane in life. Silence can cause wars. Silence is a deadly weapon. Learn to use it wisely Next time you wish to speak, question if your purpose would be better served by silence.
FINANCIAL INDEPENCE:
Money isn't the key to financial freedom; proper financial management is. There are millionaires today living paycheck to paycheck and their are lower level middle class families who have several years of savings. Financial stability doesn't care how much money you have, but much rather how you allocate and spend those funds.
YOUR FUTURE:
Investing in yourself. Invest in your financial future through the stock market. Invest in your career with schools, and other forms of training. Invest in your family and friends by spending time with them. Investing isn't a sacrifice. When sacrificing, you get nothing back; there is no return on investment. Just your situations carefully to invest, don't sacrifice.
And this list could go on. There are countless nuggets of wise information out there. Do what you already know you should be doing. If you don't know what to do, seek guidance. We are all falling short in one aspect or another. Strengthen your weaknesses. You owe at least that much to yourself.
INVOCATION OF
SEKHMET
Alone in a dark room
at night, light your candles, the best color for which is red.
If you will play
music, start it now. I don’t usually play anything, but if I do, it’s by
Genocide.
Cross your forearms
on your chest, hands fisted. Close your eyes. Regulate your breathing.
Imagine fire. See it
consume, hear it crackle, smell its smoke, feel its heat.
Say:
HAIL SEKHMET!
My Malice – HAIL!
My Misanthropy –
HAIL!
My Blasphemy – HAIL!
I destroy my adversaries.
I distress whom I
detest.
I defile dogma.
SEKHMET – My Destructive
Power – HAIL!
SEKHMET – My Distressing
Power – HAIL!
SEKHMET – My Defiling
Power – HAIL!
LIONESS – STALK!
Your senses and your cunning are mine.
LIONESS – STRIKE!
Your jaws and your strength are mine.
FIRE of the FELINE –
BURN!
FIRE on the SAVANNAH
– BURN!
FIRE in my BREAST –
BURN!
No adversary can
survive me.
No detestable one
can survive me.
No dogma can survive
me.
I stalk and I
strike.
I – AM – SEKHMET!
(Breathe. Be silent.
Imagine fire. See it consume, hear it crackle, smell its smoke, feel its heat.)
(Open your eyes. If
music is playing, stop it. Extinguish your candles. Either leave the room or
turn on a light.)
ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!
HYPERBOREA
In this, my 50th
blog post, I introduce the concept of Hyperborea, by which I mean a state of
mind that is characterized by the principle of awe in the face of Leviathan,
that earthly titan who is man writ large, subordinating all space and matter under
the dominion of commerce.
The name, Hyperborea,
is intended to evoke an image of the frozen north, buffeted by blizzards and blanketed
in snowdrifts that could swallow mere men. Here barbarians make their home, ply
their trades and spill their blood. Such as these, in the days when deities
seemed responsible for the world, would have told their sons and daughters of Odin,
or of Conan’s Crom, both of whom had this in common: they were indifferent to human
suffering, and equally indifferent to human joy, caring only for their own vast
and inscrutable plans. Leviathan is much the same. Not a deity, nor
supernatural in any way, but vast and inscrutable, and as cold and indifferent
as the killing storms of winter.
Worship is wasted on
Leviathan, as is prayer. Sacrifices on smoking altars will go unnoticed, and
chalices of wine or whiskey will go untasted. Pious service in Leviathan’s name
will win you no favor, and in fact makes no sense as priestcraft, for to
live in the modern world is to render service daily to the Gogmagogian
superbeast of human commerce - whether we mean to or not, and whether we like it or not.
One facet of what
some would call “religious experience” remains available to us: the principle
of awe. Tremendous is Leviathan and stupendous is its power! Like a juggernaut
it strides forth into a future that will not be denied it, crushing under its
heel all the forces of inertia or anachronism that stupidly oppose its greedy
and rapacious progress. All will be devoured; all, metabolized; and all that is
useless, excreted. A spectacle such as this has not been seen on the earth
since the early days of insect genesis, when the first six-legged swarms brought
continents under their sway. Leviathan will surpass even this, for what are
mere continents when there are whole new planets to colonize?
Join me in
Hyperborea if you dare. Let us stand on the blustery peaks of frozen mountains
and scan the horizon for signs and portents of Cyclopean enterprise.
I will, of course,
have more to say on this. ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!
I want to state here
on the blog that I have discarded any notion of Vamachara from my
philosophy.
Vamachara is a Tantric
practice arising out of Hinduism. The word translates literally to “left-handed
attainment” and is considered by some to be Hinduism’s Left Hand Path. It is the
spiritual practice of performing actions which are not only explicitly banned
in the Vedas (the oldest Hindu scriptures) but which are considered taboo and vile
by most of the general population in India.
Some in the West and
the Middle East have taken up Vamachara (without necessarily knowing the
word for it) and broadened it beyond Hinduism. Someone raised Muslim or Jewish
Orthodox might, for example, purposely eat pork because it’s banned in the Torah
(the oldest Abrahamic scripture) and it is considered taboo and vile by the
general populace in Muslim or Orthodox Jewish communities. Someone raised
Catholic might defile consecrated wafers (“the Holy Eucharist”) which would
violate Church law and be considered taboo and vile by the general populace in
Irish or Italian (or other majority Catholic) communities.
Some in the West
have taken Vamachara beyond religion entirely and applied it to secular taboos.
For example, if they happen to live in the United States, they might join the Nazi
movement, or join the Ku Klux Klan, or stage dogfights or cockfights, or hunt
endangered species, all of which are activities that are either outright
illegal or are at least considered taboo in many (not all) American
communities.
Why, then, have I
discarded this notion from my philosophy? Is it because I have a problem with
Muslims eating pork or Catholics desecrating wafers? Hell no. Those are
blasphemies and I’m repeatedly on the record as promoting blasphemy.
Is it because I have
a problem with people joining the Nazis or the KKK? Only to a certain extent,
which I’ll explain shortly. As for dogfights and cockfights, and hunting
endangered species, I hate those activities and I hate anyone who engages in them,
but not for philosophical reasons. I just hate those dickwipes because I love
animals.
My reasons for
discarding the notion of Vamachara are threefold. First, it’s a
spiritual practice, and I reject spiritual practice categorically because I
hold to the principles of carnality and materialism. I reject satori,
reject Nirvana, reject beatific visions, reject resurrection, reject ascension,
reject apotheosis. Stripped of any spiritual goal, then, Vamachara becomes
pointless.
Secondly, Vamachara
makes transgression a defining characteristic, as if nothing has any value if
it doesn’t transgress. This is nonsense. I pursue wealth because wealth is
good. I have sex (if I do) because sex is good. I eat tasty food because tasty food
is good. I seek prominence and favor because prominence and favor are good. Any
transgressive quality to these things that I pursue is merely a side-effect of
being happy in a society that would rather I be miserable.
Understand: I’m not
opposed to transgression. In fact I endorse and even promote it under the right
circumstances. Taboos mean nothing to me. I walk through them as if they aren’t
there - because, for me, they aren’t. If transgression is the best way for me
to get what I want, then, all else being equal, I transgress. But if I can get
what I want by behaving inoffensively, then I will probably go that route,
because it’s the path of least resistance.
Finally, some
transgressions are just asinine. Join the motherfucking Nazis? Join the shithead
KKK? Why the hell would I do anything so massively ludicrous? Fuck that. Nazis
can suck my dick and the KKK can shove their burning crosses up their asses. I
wouldn’t touch their pissant pamphlets with a ten foot pole. I certainly wouldn’t
do it because some corpse-hallowers in medieval India thought such acts could put
them in touch with Kali.
‘Nuff said, except for
these parting words: ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!
There are four features
of the face of BAST that I haven’t really discussed. All I’ve done is name
them. Time to rectify that omission.
“Blessed are they who
love food, for the world is their oyster.”
Fixation on the
quantity of food can potentially lead to an eating disorder, and is therefore
not to be recommended. Fixation on the quality of food is better overall
for one’s health. I have a bit of the former and therefore I wrestle constantly
with my weight. My best solutions so far have been Weight Watchers and a quote
from the novel Shibumi by Trevanian, regarding fine wine: “I do not
consider two sips to be more delicious than one.” That said, I heartily
recommend exploring all the delicacies of all the regions of the world, from
the simple to the complex, the intense to the subtle, the silly to the sublime.
Try it all. Be adventurous. Whatever delights you, come back to, again and
again.
“Blessed are they
who work smarter, not harder, for by sloth they conquer.”
Smart sloth is the best
impulse of the engineer. The refusal to stupidly waste time and energy has
spawned more innovation than any other human impulse. “This laborious process
is how it’s always been done? What the fuck! Who came up with this? There are
at least three different ways we could do this quicker and easier. I’ll pick
one and give you a strawman to pick apart by tomorrow morning.” And so is born
yet another creative transformation of tools and techniques. Whatever company
can best harness this impulse will inevitably pull ahead in the race to be
first to market.
“Blessed are the
vain, for they adorn the best subject.”
The best subject is
of course the self. The vain love clothing, shoes, jewelry, and accessories.
They love hairstyles, cosmetics, and fragrances. They love excellent physiques,
be they slim, voluptuous, or muscular. They love teeth that are white and
straight. Some of them love tattoos, and some, piercings. Adorning oneself is
an art form, one that I personally only dabble in, minimally, but which I
admire in others, for the better they look, the more they demonstrate the
esteem in which they hold their own bodies. Simultaneously carnal and materialistic,
the vain are edifying muses for us all.
“Blessed are they
whose envy elevates their ambitions, for they will have the last laugh.”
Most people don’t
realize this, but ambition rests on envy. We compare ourselves to others, note
the discrepancy, and if it isn’t in our favor, the best of us set ourselves the
objective of redressing that imbalance by doing the work, learning the skills,
developing the strategies and tactics, and facing the challenges that will get
us from where we are to where those other people are. All of this begins in
earliest childhood. We envy the autonomy of our parents and we set ourselves
the objective of growing up so we too can be autonomous. Later we envy our
teachers and our more accomplished classmates. Still later we envy the rich, the
famous, and the triumphant in any field. All of this fuels our ambitions.
Life-enhancing
virtues, all four above, and the furthest things from deadly sins. ISCHYROS
DIAVOLOS!
SATANIC AESTHETICS AND MAGIC
Once upon a time, there were favored Modernist assumptions about authorship and originality and authenticity, but then the story goes that in the late 1960, and extending through the 1970s and well into the 1980s, those precious beliefs, which really were at the philosophical and aesthetic core of Modernity, were held up to critical scrutiny and were slowly undermined. There was no more originality and the author’s biography and intentions were no longer really relevant. The days of the great original author were apparently over. It was the reading and re-reading and re-reading of discourse which was important. It was the deconstruction of the text, which was important, and the bringing out of the perspectives of the excluded Other.
There are a lot of people who have created careers and found a place in the canon, based on their work in the critique of these Modernist notions – Michel Foucault is one academic who is situated in this whole movement and his essay ‘What is an Author’ is just one example of a piece of writing which engages some of the issues; Roland Barthes is another and his essay The Death of the Author’ was regarded as important in art and literary circles. There are a lot of people with a stake in this. The power of this criticism runs so deep and it challenges almost everything people believe about human beings, society, history and art practice.
All of these issues and people were important when I went to college so many damned years ago. I think the times change though and every critique is transformed or refocuses. To be an author and to be original is still a tricky business nowadays, even though the cultural and intellectual vanguard has to some extent changed its focus.
But what does all this shit have to do with Satanism and Satanic magic? To unpack this, I might start out from Anton LaVey. I tend to move out from LaVey often. LaVey has been quoted as stating words to the effect that “aesthetics is everything.” That’s a big claim – “aesthetics is everything.”
I make this claim: Anton LaVey was a Modernist. That claim makes some sense when you consider the time he grew up in i.e., the heyday of American Modernity and American Modernism. And further when you consider how he built his Satanic aesthetic out of German Expressionist film, film noir, Lovecraft, Weird Tales magazine, art deco and I’m sure many other Modernist elements as well.
But further: I think LaVey’s position is a Modernist one because he, like all genuine Modernists, believes in the fundamental/central place of the individual author as the producer of his or her own unique and original vision. LaVey may rely on the work of William Mortensen and Mortensen’s ‘Command to Look’ to provide him with the objective formal principles around the creation of his aesthetic acts, such as rituals, lesser magical spectacles, glamour, and art, etc., but LaVey is still very much the author and what he does is very much his. He is at the centre.
Okay, just to focus this: I think it is true that a Satanist seeks to impose and magnify their will.
There are different ways of doing that - of imposing and magnifying the will. You can move people around, as if they were pawns on your chessboard, if you are skilled enough. You can make certain choices and then act accordingly and that acting may impose and magnify your will. You can engage in antinomian praxis and so on…
Satanic aesthetics, in my view, is fairly straightforward – it is the imposition and magnification of the will aesthetically. To impose and magnify the will, from my vantage point, is productive, it is creative; it is a form of organizing to some extent, it is Godgame. To impose and magnify the will aesthetically is to create a context within which states of affairs, which I can more or less control, play out. It is the stage within which my theatre takes place according to my direction.
I think as a Satanist: I necessarily have to see the world in a different way, but further, I have to extend my aesthetic preferences or choices across as much of my environment as possible and then beyond that. My aesthetics is my environment. I have to extend as far as possible and I physically alter the environment as I extend. Possibly one could think about architect Howard Roarke from ‘The Fountainhead’ as an example of someone who is literally extending his will across physical space. There are so many other examples out there.
SATANIC MAGIC
I don’t necessarily want to go into detail about my belief in the metaphysical character of the conventional Satanic aesthetic and the elements which underpin it. I did, however, want to highlight some magical practice which underlines some of my views. LaVey is relevant again I think. I want to consider a couple of ritual chambers to help illustrate my point. I also want to draw on LaVey’s “Emerald Tablet” his ‘Pentagonal Revisionism’ as well.
What are total environments and artificial human companions really about?
The Den of Iniquity is obviously a ritual chamber, just as the art deco ambience of Dr. Anton Phibes’ music room, where he plays his organ and dances with Vulnavia, to the sounds of his automated wind up band, is a ritual chamber.
Those ritual chambers contain, in a discrete enclosed space, the objective aesthetic context, which the magician would see extended throughout space, well beyond the boundaries of a ritual chamber. Ritualistically projecting or ritualistically pushing that environment outwards, beyond the confines of a ritual chamber, is a part of the way the magic is supposed to work in those types of ritual chambers.
But moreover, the artificial companions which occupy those “art installations” are characters or actors or models or templates for the way the magician views others in this environment he or she is trying to push out. This is my aesthetic and this is how and where I see you. This is my theatre and this is the role you will play. They are tools; they are pawns. They have a certain function. Again the magician is seeking to place people in their environment and give them certain roles. You place them on your chessboard and give them certain ways of moving and certain amounts of power in relation to everyone else. Does this sort of magic actually work? Who knows? It is thoroughly ego driven. It is totally self-centered and completely Modernist.
I just wanted to finish this rather long post by stating that, in my view, Anton LaVey was beginning to play with time and seek a form of immortality to some extent, in his later years, when he was more reclusive and less likely to give interviews, etc.
The Den really is a sort of time machine, as the whole aesthetic environment of the chamber, is reminiscent of LaVey’s youth and a sort of film noir bar scene from the past, peopled by all those artificial companions, which you could say are appropriate to that aesthetic space and LaVey’s own conception. He steps in there and plays his music and he is back there in that time and everybody in there is “alive.” Unfortunately, however, you can step into the illusion of the past, play the keyboards and create a magic associated with that past, but no one human being can hold back the tides of time forever. Nobody can undermine or call a halt to Becoming, though it may be fun to try for a while…
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“Greed is the
subconscious of the super-beast.”
How can we exploit the
third great Mammon-truth?
First, we must understand
that there is only a subconscious in relation to an ego. The entire function of
the subconscious is to press against the ego. Yet I've said the super-beast's
ego hasn't yet emerged, and this is true. It's in the process of coalescing out
of unconscious chaos. All we have right now are pockets of pre-ego or proto-ego,
the most obvious being the central banks. Notice I didn’t say governments.
The ego is the reality principle in an organism, and governments are decidedly
not in the realty business. In fact we specifically want to look at central
banks that function independently of governments and their bullshit.
The Federal Reserve is
the central bank of the United States. It wasn’t always as independent as it is
today, but in recent times, the Federal Reserve has flat out refused to become
politicized, and has managed to stick to its guns and yield nothing of its
power. For that very reason, the economy of the United States has proven far
more resilient than many expected it to. It has had its ups and down, but it
hasn’t collapsed or spun out of control, and we have the Federal Reserve to
thank for that. What’s more, the politicians know it. President-elect George W.
Bush, in the year 2000, had this to say: “One of the things I'm certain that I
should not do as president-elect is to try to put words in the mouth of Alan
Greenspan.”
This, then, is what we as
a species can do at the present time to hasten the emergence of the ego of the
super-beast: We can push for the creation and preservation of independent
central banks in every country.
As the macroscopic ego
continues to coalesce, so too does the macroscopic subconscious. They're each
pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps, from out of the chaotic miasma
they currently float in. They're doing this in tandem, like two lovers
awakening the life force in one another. The rhythm of their lovemaking is the
intricate percussion of the global economy. Money changing hands, goods and
services being bought and sold, this is the one thing, the only thing, that
unites our species across oceans and continents, and that's why the macroscopic
ego will perceive reality through an economic lens, and the macroscopic
subconscious will press hardest from the perspective of greed.
When macroscopic greed
has fully emerged, humanity will have finally put Plato and his cerebral values
to death. Will have finally (again and for good) put Christ and his “Blessed
are the poor” to death. Finally put the Buddha and his “Suffering is caused by
desire” to death. Finally (again and for good) put John Lennon and his “All you
need is love” to death. Finally put Billy Bob Butkus and his “It’s OK if I’m
poor if niggers are poorer” to death. Love of money – not fear of God – will be
seen as the beginning of wisdom. Spiritual pipedreams – not love of money –
will be seen as the root of all evil. The great motto of the Planetary
Federation will be, “In Greed We Trust.”
Chairman of the Federal
Reserve Board, I name thee Antichrist, in whom I am well pleased. This is the
last of my second wave of writings. I have fully expressed my viewpoint as of
July 20, 2021. ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!
Faith, religious belief, the Devil Inside cannot abide.
What it can’t hold in its hands or put in its mouth is alien to its reality. It
relates to what it can slay, eat, fuck, possess.
Not for the Devil are religion’s castles in the air, built
of abstract imaginings. Bone and blood are what the Devil relates to. Iron and
oak, breast and buttock, fish and fowl, fist and elbow, sapphire and gold,
linen and silk. Guns and knives, the Devil knows. Cars and boats, highways and
bridges. The real world of stone and dirt.
Nor is the Devil itself anything other than portions of
the brain. Look not in some imaginary Hell for the Devil. Look instead in the
cerebrum, the cerebellum, the thalamus and pituitary and pons, and the medulla
oblongata.
Nor was the Devil put on earth by anything other than
evolution. Look not to scripture or myth for the origins of the Devil. Look
instead to the fossil record and the analysis of genomes. Look to the dinosaurs
and their Mesozoic contemporaries.
Not one drop of self-deceit is promoted by Wolfism. Not
one speck of unreality. ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!