Friday, August 9, 2019

Leved On Gun Control

Leved On Gun Control

by Father Nate Leved, First Church of Satan


People who would give up their rights -- any rights, in exchange for security deserve to be enslaved. Anyone stupid enough to trust another person to defend them, their family or even their community, deserves to be totally eradicated from the Human Race. There is only one reason why foreign powers and radical governments have never invaded or overtaken modern America, and that reason is not the Government, the military, the police or the religious leaders.

What foreign and or radical leaders are afraid of is the American people, themselves, who will fight like badgers against any enemy or gross injustice. Of course, the fact that most American homes keep and bear firearms and know how to use them is an added deterrent that makes such leader's old, egg-sucking dog souls quiver in fear of the destruction of their own posteriors.  Just consider all of the millions of good old boy, red necks, read that Joe Six-packs, out there in TV land who would like nothing better than to do a little target practice on an invading enemy or out of control Government. 

I know. I'm wrong. But didn't the Germans take away their people's guns, and then didn't Adolph Hitler begin burning his political enemies alive? The Kosovar's didn't have any weapons, so the Yugoslavs started slaughtering them wantonly. Hey? Look at the newspaper... What's all of that stuff about burying people in common graves and bodies lining the streets?  Didn't that sort of thing go out in World War Two? 

Hello, just a few years ago the Russians tried to take over the Afghans, but got stopped dead in their tracks by some old guys with rusty old rifles up in the hills. The modern armies are ready to do battle as long as the odds are on their side, but just let them suspect that there is resistance out there with Molotov cocktails, pipe bombs, accurate rifles and even a few garrotes for use in the alleys, and all of a sudden the fearless, black, ski-mask boys, sober up, zip up their flies and start thinking in a sensible manner. Who cares what their D.I. told them when some old granny doses them with high-test and touches them off!  Kelvar burns like a bitch.

Yes, which old lady or high school kid will open fire on them? When they open a bottle of milk or booze, will there be one part per million of resin in there?  What about simple stuff like an .89 cent piece of 1/2" plastic pipe firing a wooden dart soaked in garlic oil into the back of their necks?  Oh, you didn't know that garlic is deadly poison in the blood stream? It takes about six seconds. Oh, there are a lot of tricks that "We the people" know very well. 

I can promise you that as long as "We the People" keep our guns and our sense about us, two hundred million Chinese solders or anybody else's soldiers are not going to ever invade our homeland. F.I.M.A. and their "Iron Fist In A Velvet Glove" isn't either. The odds just wouldn't be in their favor. Just do what you must. Make a stink about gun control, and Hit them in their wallets. 
Recently, Rosie O'Donald shot off her large, first amendment mouth against Tom Selleck and the N.R.A.  The next day, red necks started calling K-Mart, informing them that they had just lost them as customers. By noon, it got so bad that, K-Mart shut down it's corporate switchboards.  We have first amendment rights too!  It is time to teach the Liberal, Egg-Sucking Dogs to can their pinko agenda and quit toying with our constitution. 

Mark my words.  If we, the American People give up our guns, then one terrible day, we will have someone killing us in the streets, and there will be no one to blame but ourselves. The Liberals have gone far enough. We cannot allow them any more incursion into our constitution.  To do so is pure folly.  The only thing that separates you from slavery is your gun. To give it up is to court death. Just ask yourself:  How long does it take a cop to arrive when you call in a complaint? Hell, a perpetrator would have time kill you and your children several times over, drink a cold beer from your fridge, scrounge around for valuables and leave at a leisurely pace before your defenders arrived, and he doesn't even need a gun. 

More people suffocate in their beds than are killed by guns each year. Any time there is a mass destruction, the "defenders" never get there until it's all over but the shouting. The Government is in more in the business of taking reports, not defending its citizens. Prove me wrong. Ask those people in Oklahoma...

Obviously, the politicians vote like they are told. The votes are carefully orchestrated to appear legitimate, but if you notice, the votes against the American people and their rights are always won by only one or two votes. What does the Government think? Do they think that we are stupid?
The first step in enslaving a people is to remove their means of defense. Allow that and you are at the mercy of any two-bit thug, psychopathic killer, mercenary or invading military force.  I just want to say, "Kiss Off," to all of you who would add your voice to forcing the American People to give up their means of defense. Of course, you will be among the first to die, because the rest of us will have stashed our weaponry where we can get to it if we need it. Yeah, and don't run to me to defend you either.

It is a shame when honest, upright and faithful Americans are on the verge of being made into criminals for being Americans. To allow that to happen is very foolish. Maybe Kruschev was right when he said,  If we just piss in your holy water a little bit at a time, you'll get used to it. Then we can piss directly in your faces, and you won't do anything about it." Either fight or suck-- Call your congressman. Tell them that the Devil made you do it!

Sunday, July 21, 2019

The Best of LaVey (V.I.M.'s Favorite Quotes)


No longer shall man’s salvation be dependent on his self‐denial. And it will be known that the world of the flesh and the living shall be the greatest preparation for any and all eternal delights! REGIE SATANAS! AVE SATANAS! HAIL SATAN!”
- Prologue

The eternal flame of power through joy dwelleth within the flesh of the Satanist!”
- The Book of Satan

It is a popular misconception that the Satanist does not believe in God. The concept of ‘God,’ as interpreted by man, has been so varied throughout the ages, that the Satanist simply accepts the definition which suits him best.”
- Wanted!: God—Dead or Alive

With all of the contradictions in the Christian scriptures, many people currently cannot rationally accept Christianity the way it has been practiced in the past. Great numbers of people are beginning to doubt the existence of God, in the established Christian sense of the word. So, they have taken to calling themselves ‘Christian Atheists.’ True, the Christian Bible is a mass of contradictions; but what could be more contradictory than the term ‘Christian Atheist?’”
- Wanted!: God—Dead or Alive

Since man’s natural instincts lead him to sin, all men are sinners; and all sinners go to hell. If everyone goes to hell, then you will meet all your friends there. Heaven must be populated with some rather strange creatures if they all lived for was to go to a place where they can strum harps for eternity.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

It is the ‘Devil’ who caused women to show their legs, to titillate men—the same kind of legs, now socially acceptable to gaze upon, which are revealed by young nuns as they walk about in their shortened habits. What a delightful step in the right (or left) direction! Is it possible we will soon see ‘topless’ nuns sensually throwing their bodies about to the ‘Missa Solemnis Rock’? Satan smiles and says he would like that fine—many nuns are very pretty girls with nice legs. Many churches with some of the largest congregations have the most hand‐clapping, sensual music—also Satanically inspired. After all, the Devil has always had the best tunes.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

If you do not believe in what your religion teaches, why continue to support a belief which is contradictory with your feelings? You would never vote for a person or issue you did not believe in, so why cast your ecclesiastical vote for a religion which is not consistent with your convictions? You have no right to complain about a political situation you have voted for or supported in any way—which includes sitting back and complacently agreeing with neighbors who approve the situation, just because you are too lazy or cowardly to speak your mind. So it is with religious balloting. Even if you cannot be aggressively honest about your opinions because of unfavorable consequences from employers, community leaders, etc., you can, at least, be honest with yourself. In the privacy of your own home and with close friends you must support religion which has YOUR best interests at heart.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

Satanism differs greatly from all other so‐called white‐light, ‘white’ witchcraft or magical groups in the world today. These self‐righteous and supercilious religions protest that their members use the powers of magic only for altruistic purposes. Satanists look with disdain upon ‘white’ witchcraft groups because they feel that altruism is sinning on the lay‐away plan. It is unnatural not to have desire to gain things for yourself. Satanism represents a form of controlled selfishness. This does not mean that you never do anything for anyone else. If you do something to make someone for whom you care happy, his happiness will give you a sense of gratification.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

Satanism advocates practicing a modified form of the Golden Rule. Our interpretation of this rule is: ‘Do unto others as they do unto you’; because if you ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,’ and they, in turn, treat you badly, it goes against human nature to continue to treat them with consideration. You should do unto others as you would have them do unto you, but if your courtesy is not returned, they should be treated with the wrath they deserve.
White witchcraft groups say that if you curse a person, it will return to you three‐fold, come home to roost, or in some way boomerang back to the sender. This is yet another indication of the guilt‐ridden philosophy which is held by these neo‐Pagan, pseudo‐Christian groups. White witches want to delve into witchcraft, but cannot divorce themselves from the stigma attached to it. Therefore, they call themselves white magicians, and base seventy‐five per cent of their philosophy on the trite and hackneyed tenets of Christianity. Anyone who pretends to be interested in magic or the occult for reasons other that gaining personal power is the worst kind of hypocrite. The Satanist respects Christianity for, at least, being consistent in its guilt‐ridden philosophy, but can only feel contempt for the people who attempt to appear emancipated from guilt by joining a witchcraft group, and then practice the same basic philosophy as Christianity.
White magic is supposedly utilized only for good or unselfish purposes, and black magic, we are told, is used only for selfish or ‘evil’ reasons. Satanism draws no such dividing line. Magic is magic, be it used to help or hinder. The Satanist, being the magician, should have the ability to decide what is just, and then apply the powers of magic to attain his goals.
During white magical ceremonies, the practitioners stand within a pentagram to protect themselves from the ‘evil’ forces which they call upon for help. To the Satanist, it seems a bit two‐faced to call on these forces for help, while at the same time protecting yourself from the very powers you have asked for assistance. The Satanist realizes that only by putting himself in league with these forces can be fully and unhypocritically utilize the Powers of Darkness to his best advantage.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

Satanism is not a white light religion; it is a religion of the flesh, the mundane, the carnal—all of which are ruled by Satan, the personification of the Left Hand Path.”
- Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age

Before Christianity gave him the names of Satan, Lucifer, etc., the carnal side of man’s nature was governed by the god which was then called Dionysus, or Pan, depicted as a satyr or faun, by the Greeks. Pan was originally the ‘good guy,’ and symbolized fertility and fecundity.
Whenever a nation comes under a new form of government, the heroes of the past become villains of the present. So it is with religion. The earliest Christians believed that the Pagan deities were devils, and to employ them was to use ‘black magic.’ Miraculous heavenly events they termed ‘white magic’; this was the sole distinction between the two. The old gods did not die, they fell into Hell and became devils. The bogey, goblin, or bugaboo used to frighten children is derived from the Slavonic ‘Bog’ which means ‘god,’ as does Bhaga in Hindu.
Many pleasures revered before the advent of Christianity were condemned by the new religion. It required little changeover to transform the horns and cloven hooves of Pan into a most convincing devil! Pan’s attributes could be neatly changed into charged‐with‐punishment sins, and so the metamorphosis was complete.
The association of the goat with the Devil is found in the Christian Bible, where the holiest day of the year, the Day of Atonement, was celebrated by casting lots for two goats ‘without blemish,’ one to be offered to the Lord, and one to Azazel. The goat carrying the sins of the people was driven into the desert and became a ‘scapegoat.’”
- Hell, the Devil, and How to Sell Your Soul

Most Satanists do not accept Satan as an anthropomorphic being with cloven hooves, a barbed tail, and horns. He merely represents a force in nature—the powers of darkness which have been named just that because no religion has taken these forces out of the darkness. Nor has science been able to apply technical terminology to this force. It is an untapped reservoir that few can make use of because they lack the ability use a tool without having to first break down and label all the parts which make it run. It is this incessant need to analyze which prohibits most people from taking advantage of this many faceted key to the unknown—which the Satanist chooses to call ‘Satan.’”
- Hell, the Devil, and How to Sell Your Soul

Satanism represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates! You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love everyone and everything you lose your natural powers of selection and wind up being a pretty poor judge of character and quality. If anything is used too freely it loses its true meaning. Therefore, the Satanist believes you should love strongly and completely those who deserve your love, but never turn the other cheek to your enemy!
Love is one of the most intense emotions felt by man; another is hate. Forcing yourself to feel indiscriminate love is very unnatural. If you try to love everyone you only lessen your feelings for those who deserve your love. Repressed hatred can lead to many physical and emotional ailments. By learning to release your hatred towards those who deserve it, you cleanse yourself of these malignant emotions and need not take your pent‐up hatred out on your loved ones.
There has never been a great ‘love’ movement in the history of the world that hasn’t wound up killing countless numbers of people, we must assume, to prove how much they loved them! Every hypocrite who ever walked the earth has had pockets bulging with love!”
- Love and Hate

Satanism does advocate sexual freedom, but only in the true sense of the word. Free love, in the Satanic concept, means exactly that—freedom to either be faithful to one person or to indulge your sexual desires with as many others as you feel is necessary to satisfy your particular needs.”
- Satanic Sex

Satanism condones any type of sexual activity which properly satisfies your individual desires—be it heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, or even asexual, if you choose. Satanism also sanctions any fetish or deviation which will enhance your sex‐life, so long as it involves no one who does not wish to be involved.”
- Satanic Sex

Many people who walk the earth practice the fine art of making others feel responsible and even indebted to them, without cause. Satanism observes these leeches in their true light. Psychic vampires are individuals who drain others of their vital energy. This type of person can be found in all avenues of society. They fill no useful purpose in our lives, and are neither love objects nor true friends.”
- Not All Vampires Suck Blood!

Satanism encourages its followers to indulge in their natural desires. Only by doing so can you be a completely satisfied person with no frustrations which can be harmful to yourself and others around you. Therefore, the most simplified description of the Satanic belief is: INDULGENCE INSTEAD OF ABSTINENCE.”
- Indulgence . . . NOT Compulsion

The Satanist asks, ‘What is wrong with being human, and having human limitations as well as assets?’ By denying his desires the mystic has come no closer to overcoming compulsion than his kindred soul, the Christian. The Eastern mystical beliefs have taught people to contemplate their navels, stand on their heads, stare at blank walls, avoid the use of labels in life, and discipline themselves against any desire for materialistic pleasure. Nevertheless, I am sure you have seen just as many so‐called disciplined yogis with the inability to control a smoking habit as anyone else; or just as many supposedly emancipated Buddhists become just as excited as a ‘less aware’ person when they are confronted with a member of the opposite or in some cases, the same—sex. Yet when asked to explain the reason for their hypocrisy, these people retreat into the ambiguousness which characterizes their faith—no one can pin them down if there are no straight answers that can be given!”
- Indulgence . . . NOT Compulsion

Satanists are encouraged to indulge in the seven deadly sins, as they need hurt no one; they were only invented by the Christian Church to insure guilt on the part of its followers. The Christian Church knows that it is impossible for anyone to avoid committing these sins, as they are all things which we, being human, most naturally do. After inevitably committing these sins financial offerings to the church in order to ‘pay off’ God are employed as a sop to the parishioner’s conscience! Satan has never needed a book of rules, because vital natural forces have kept man ‘sinful’ and intent on preserving himself and his feelings.”
- Indulgence . . . NOT Compulsion

“‘Mental illness,’ ‘nervous breakdown,’ ‘maladjustment,’ ‘anxiety neuroses,’ ‘broken homes,’ ‘sibling rivalry,’ etc., etc., ad infinitum have too long been convenient excuses for vicious and irresponsible actions. Anyone who says ‘we must try to understand’ those who make life miserable for those undeserving of misery is aiding and abetting a social cancer! The apologists for these rabid humans deserve any clobberings they get at the hands of their charges!
Mad dogs are destroyed, and they need help far more than the human who conveniently made froths at the mouth when irrational behavior is in order! It is easy to say, ‘So what!—these people are insecure, so they can’t hurt me.’ But the fact remains—given the opportunity they would destroy you!
Therefore, you have every right to (symbolically) destroy them, and if your curse provokes their actual annihilation, rejoice that you have been instrumental in ridding the world of a pest! If your success or happiness disturbs a person—you owe him nothing! He is made to be trampled under foot! IF PEOPLE HAD TO TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR OWN ACTIONS, THEY WOULD THINK TWICE!”
- On the Choice of a Human Sacrifice

It is unfathomable to the Satanist to conceive of an ego which would willfully choose denial of itself.”
- Life After Death Through Fulfillment of the Ego

The Satanist believes in complete gratification of his ego. Satanism, in fact, is the only religion which advocates the intensification or encouragement of the ego. Only if a person’s own ego is sufficiently fulfilled, can he afford to be kind and complimentary to others, without robbing himself of his self‐respect. We generally think of a braggart as a person with a large ego; in reality, his bragging results from a need to satisfy his impoverished ego.”
- Life After Death Through Fulfillment of the Ego

If a person has been vital throughout his life and has fought to the end for his earthly existence, it is this ego which will refuse to die, even after the expiration of the flesh which housed it. Young children are to be admired for their driving enthusiasm for life. This is exemplified by the small child who refuses to go to bed when there is something exciting going on, and when once put to bed, will sneak down the stairs to peek through the curtain and watch. It is this child‐like vitality that will allow the Satanist to peek through the curtain of darkness and death and remain earthbound.”
- Life After Death Through Fulfillment of the Ego

One of the greatest of all fallacies about the practice of ritual magic is the notion that one must believe in the powers of magic before one can be harmed or destroyed by them. Nothing could be farther from the truth, as the most receptive victims of curses have always been the greatest scoffers. The reason is frighteningly simple. The uncivilized tribesman is the first to run to his nearest witch‐doctor or shaman when he feels a curse has been placed upon him by an enemy. The threat and presence of harm is with him consciously, and belief in the power of the curse is so strong that he will take every precaution against it. Thus, through the application of sympathetic magic, he will counteract any harm that might come his way. This man is watching his step, and not taking any chances.
On the other hand, the ‘enlightened’ man, who doesn’t place any stock in such ‘superstition,’ relegates his instinctive fear of the curse to his unconscious, thereby nourishing it into a phenomenally destructive force that will multiply with each succeeding misfortune. Of course, every time a new setback occurs, the non‐believer will automatically deny any connection with the curse, especially to himself. The emphatic conscious denial of the potential of the curse is the very ingredient that will create its success, through setting‐up of accident prone situations. In many instances, the victim will deny any magical significance to his fate, even unto his dying gasp—although the magician is perfectly satisfied, so long as his desired results occur. It must be remembered that it matters not whether anyone attaches any significance to your working, so long as the results of the working are in accordance with your will. The super‐logician will always explain the connection of the magical ritual to the end result as ‘coincidence.’”
- The Three Types of Satanic Ritual


Even if one recognizes the character inversion employed in changing Pan (the good guy) into Satan (the bad guy), why reject an old friend just because he bears a new name and unjustified stigma? Why do so many still feel it mandatory to disavow any connection with what might be classed as Satanic, yet increasingly use each and every one of the arts that were for centuries considered Satan’s? Why does the scientist, whose academic and laboratory forebears suffered from accusations of heresy, mouth platitudes of Christian righteousness in one breath, while dismissing the concept of Satan in the next, when the man of science owes his heritage to what had for hundreds of years been relegated to Devildom?
The answers to these questions can be reduced to a single bitter charge: they cannot afford to admit to an affinity with anything that bears the name of Satan, for to do so would necessitate turning in their good-guy badges. What is even worse, the followers of the ‘Witchcraft-NOT-Satanism!’ school harbor the same need to elevate themselves by denigrating others as do their Christian brethren, from whom they claim emancipation.
The rites in this book call the names of devilsdevils of all shapes, sizes and inclinations. The names are used with deliberate and appreciative awareness, for if one can pull aside the curtain of fear and enter the Kingdom of Shadows, the eyes will soon become accustomed and many strange and wonderful truths will be seen.
If one is truly good inside he can call the names of the Gods of the Abyss with freedom from guilt and immunity from harm. The resultant feeling will be most gratifying. But there is no turning back. Here are the Rites of Lucifer . . . for those who dare remove their mantles of self-righteousness.”
- Introduction

Satanic Ritual is a blend of Gnostic, Cabbalistic, Hermetic, and Masonic elements, incorporating nomenclature and vibratory words of power from virtually every mythos.”
- Concerning the Rituals

As to the pronunciation of the names involved (despite some occultists who insist, ‘You can’t expect help from the forces you call upon if you can't pronounce their names right,’), assume that the forces, demons, or elementals have enough insight to judge a caller’s worthiness on more profound criteria than his glib tongue or expensive shoes. Pronounce the names as they sound best to you, but don’t assume that you have the correct pronunciation, exclusive of all others. The ‘vibratory’ rate of the names is only as effective as your own ability to ‘vibrate’ while saying them, neither of which terms is to be confused with vibrato.”
- Concerning the Rituals

The Satanist can easily invent fairy tales to match anything contained in holy writ, for his background is the very childhood of fictionthe myths immemorial of all peoples and all nations. And he admits they are fairy tales. The Christian cannotno, dares notadmit that his heritage is fairy tales, yet he depends on them for his pious sustenance. The Satanist maintains a storehouse of avowed fantasy gathered from all cultures and from all ages. With his unfettered access to logic as well, he now becomes a powerful adversary of Satan’s past tormentors.”
- Concerning the Rituals

Renouncing all past allegiances, I proclaim that Satan-Lucifer rules the earth, and I ratify and renew my promise to recognize and honor Him in all things, without reservation, desiring in return His manifold assistance in the successful completion of my endeavors and the fulfillment of my desires.”
- The Black Mass

In the unity of unholy fellowship we praise and honor first Thee, Lucifer, Morning Star, and Beelzebub, Lord of Regeneration; then Belial, Prince of the Earth and Angel of Destruction; Leviathan, Beast of Revelation; Abaddon, Angel of the Bottomless Pit; and Asmodeus, Demon of Lust. We call upon the mighty names of Astaroth, Nergal and Behemoth, of Belphegor, Adramelech, and Baalberith, and of all the nameless and formless ones, the mighty and innumerable hosts of Hell, by whose assistance may we be strengthened in mind, body and will.”
- The Black Mass

Prompted by the precepts of the earth and the inclinations of the flesh, we make bold to say:
Our Father which art in Hell, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom is come, Thy will is done; on earth as it is in Hell!
We take this night our rightful due, and trespass not on paths of pain.
Lead us unto temptation, and deliver us from false piety, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever!”
- The Black Mass

Crowley, nobody’s fool, simply set up a magical maze so that students whose consciences would only allow them to tread the Right-Hand Path would nevertheless wind up on the Left.”
- L’Air Epais

Drift if ye will, into the dimensions of your outer consciousness, and be trapped forever. Ye know not the substance of your creation. I welcome ye in the name of Set, all ye who delight in great evil and sustain thyselves in miseries unfounded. We prepare a place of comfort for ye to dwell in torment sublime.
Wrestle not the apes who guard the gates of Hell, for there lies Paradise, and Anubis is the Opener of the Way.
And we speak with the tongues of serpents, and the baying of the Hounds, and the great bell sound that cracks the barrierand great are we who rule, and small are ye who suffer.
The day of the cross and the trinity is done. A great wheel with angles in dimensions unrecognized, save for the children of Set, fills the void and becomes as the sun in the Firmament of Wrath!”
- Die elektrischen Vorspiele

I am the tempter of life that lurks in every breast and belly; a vibrant, torpid cavern, nectar laden, with sweetest pleasures beckoning.
I am a thrusting rod with head of iron, drawing to me myriad nymphs, tumescent in their craving!
I am rampant carnal joy, an agent borne of ecstasy’s mad flailing!
Through jagged ice, my father leers with cavernous eyes, below the sphere of earth that is my mother, moist and fertile whore of barbarous delights!
My body is a temple, wherein all demons dwell. A pantheon of flesh am I!”
- Homage to Tchort

The vestiges of Yezidi culture that remain today have, as might be expected, met with not only maudlin ‘understanding’ but, worse yet, attempts to whitewash the religion and deny that it was Devil worship. After eight centuries of harming no one, minding their own business, and maintaining the courage of their convictionsdespite wholesale massacres of their men, women, and children at the hands of the self-rightous the Yezidis have finally been granted a sickeningly charitable form of acknowledgment from theologians. It is now patronizingly asserted that the Yezidis were ‘actually noble and highly moral people,’ and therefore could not actually have worshipped the Devil! It is difficult to assess this as anything other than the most blatant form of selective inattention!”
- Pilgrims of the Age of Fire

The Yezidi interpretation of God was in the purest Satanic tradition. The idea, so prominent in Greek philosophy, that God is an existence absolute and complete in himself, unchangeable, outside of time and space, did not exist in Yezidi theology. Also rejected was the theocratic Judaic concept of Jehovah, and also the Mohammedan God: the absolute ruler. The notion, unique to Christians, that God is Christ-like in character was totally absent. If there was any semblance of a personal manifestation of God, it was through Satan, who instructed and guided the Yezidi toward an understanding of the multifaceted principles of Creation, much like the Platonic idea that the Absolute was itself static and transcendental. This concept of ‘God’ is essentially the position taken by the more highly evolved Satanists.”
- Pilgrims of the Age of Fire

Through this, the Black Flame of Satan, thou walketh in Hell. Thy senses are awakened to the joy of rebirth. The Gates are flung wide and thy passage is heralded by the deathless cries of His guardian beasts. His searing brand shall be evermore emblazoned on thy consciousness: its fiery meaning shall make thee free.”
- Satanic Baptism (Adult Rite)


In the name of all who suffered and died as the agents of the Devil in ages past, the present band of hereticsthose who would deny the Devil, yet play His gamemust be called to task. Greater is their folly than the strictest Protestant, Catholic, Jew, or Buddhist. More cowardly are they than the whining informer who plucked at the sleeve of the inquisitor. More flagrant is their hypocrisy than he who reads pornography ‘in order to warn others.’
These are the pursuers of dubious power, the searchers for riches, the buyers of ‘hidden secrets,’ the purchasers of ‘short cuts,’ the sniveling army of the have-nots who feel themselves deserving of the bounties of life but have found no miracles in the churches in which they prayed.
So now we see them as they swarm about us, purchasing the journals of deceit, the source-books of diabolical supplies, the catalogues of the magical art. They read, and read, and contemplate, and read some more. They study the rites of Lucifer, and the mysteries of creation and the spells and charms, and they call themselves by innocuous names. And they play at the games which caused our forebears to be tortured as agents of Satan.
And what do they do, now that it is safe and clear to use His Great Infernal Name? They deny him! They have the opportunity to take up the very creed of defamation which killed their brothers and sisters of the past and cast that creed before the world in triumphal mockery of its age of unreason. But nothey do not thrust the bifid barb of Satan aloft and shout: ‘He has triumphed! Rege Satanas!’ His art and works which brought men to the rack and thumbscrew, can now be learned in safety. But no . . . He is denied. Denied by those who cry up His art and ply His work.”
- The Shame of the New Witch Cult

We all know the reason white witches’ curses bounce back. If these crones are consumed with enough guilt to call themselves ‘white witches’ their dastardly act of cursing is indeed threefold guilt-producing—thereby ensuring the backfire of their curses. Here again we observe a static situation engendered by constant re-internalization of the problem for which the rite was performed. Have you noticed how white witches—whether ‘Traditional,’ ‘Gardnerian,’ etc.—are perennially raising ‘issues?’ Their morass of secular dissension is tempered by the blessed fact that a common enemy exists—the Satanist.”
- Ravings From Tartarus

Volumes have charted the history of man’s cruelty and tyranny. How many have considered the essential role of villainy in human development?
An impartial survey would no doubt qualify the villain as unsung hero. While fusty religionists still cast Satanists in the old, convenient mold, the readily obtainable literature of contemporary Satanism has inspired change in religious thought. Can we expect such an admission by modern theologians? Of course not. It is always a villain, however, who becomes the catalyst for change.
Consider these still fresh examples: If Aleister Crowley had not been ‘the world’s wickedest man,’ the likes of Gerald Gardner and Margaret Murray could not have stepped onstage for purposes of ‘enlightenment,’ and Dennis Wheatley might be a starving hack. They owe their identities to Crowley’s outrages. If the Hell’s Angels had not caused such a furor, and had not been ritualized in motion pictures like The Wild One and Scorpio Rising, a ‘clean, wholesome’ interest in motorcycling (and its billions in profits) would not have evolved. The glamour of evil, not fun in the sun, secretly spawned the present bike movement. Pollution reduction, economical transportation—all other rationales for motorcycling are piety devices. If the late Senator Joseph McCarthy had not performed his auto-da-fe there would be no movement of the ‘Politically Correct.’ If Hitler had not singled out the Jews for discrimination, the nation of Israel might never have been realized.”
- On the Importance of Being Evil

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

The Wizard Way

(Witches' Sabbath by Johfra Bosschart)
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the untrodden road,
Through the giant glades of yew
Where its ray fell light as dew
Lighting up the shimmering veil
Maiden pure and aery frail
That the spiders wove to hide
Blushes of the sylvan bride
Earth, that trembled with delight
At the male caress of Night.

Velvet soft the wizard trod
To the Sabbath of his God.
With his naked feet he made
Starry blossoms in the glade,
Softly, softly, as he went
To the sombre sacrament,
Stealthy stepping to the tryst
In his gown of amethyst.

Earlier yet his soul had come
To the Hill of Martyrdom,
Where the charred and crooked stake
Like a black envenomed snake
By the hangman’s hands is thrust
Through the wet and writhing dust,
Never black and never dried
Heart’s blood of a suicide.

He had plucked the hazel rod
From the rude and goatish god,
Even as the curved moon’s waning ray
Stolen from the King of Day.
He had learnt the elvish Sign;
Given the Token of the Nine:
Once to rave, and once to revel,
Once to bow before the devil,
Once to swing the thurible,
Once to kiss the goat of hell,
Once to dance the aspen spring,
Once to croak, and once to sing,
Once to oil the savoury thighs
Of the witch with sea-green eyes
With the unguents magical.
Oh the honey and the gall
Of that black enchanter’s lips
As he croons to the eclipse
Mingling that most puissant spell
Of the giant gods of hell
With the four ingredients
Of the evil elements;
Ambergris from golden spar,
Musk of ox from Mongol jar,
Civet from a box of jade,
Mixed with fat of many a maid
Slain by the inchauntments cold
Of the witches wild and old.

He had crucified a toad
In the basilisk abode,
Muttering the Runes averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.

He had traced the serpent sigil
In his ghastly Virgin vigil.
Sursum cor! the elfin hill,
Where the wind blows deadly chill
From the world that wails beneath
Death’s black throat and lipless teeth.
There he had stood—his bosom bare—
Tracing Life upon the Air
With the crook and with the flail
Lashing forward on the gale,
Till its blade that wavereth
Like the flickering of Death
Sank before his subtle fence
To the starless sea of sense.

Now at last the man is come
Haply to his halidom.
Surely as he waves his rod
In a circle on the sod
Springs the emerald chaste and clean
From the duller paler green.
Surely in the circle millions
Of immaculate pavilions
Flash upon the trembling turf
Like the sea-stars in the surf
Millions of bejewelled tents
For the warrior sacraments.
Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster,
Grows the stature of the master;
All the ringed encampment vies
With the infinite galaxies.
In the midst a cubic stone
With the Devil set thereon;
Hath a lamb’s virginal throat;
Hath the body of a stoat;
Hath the buttocks of a goat;
Hath the sanguine face and rod
Of a goddess and a god!

Spell by spell and pace by pace!
Mystic flashes swing and trace
Velvet soft the sigils stepped
By the silver-starred adept.
Back and front, and to and fro,
Soul and body sway and flow
In vertiginous caresses
To imponderable recesses,
Till at last the spell is woven,
And the faery veil is cloven
That was Sequence, Space, and Stress
Of the soul-sick consciousness.

Give thy body to the beasts!
Give thy spirit to the priests!
Break in twain the hazel rod
On the virgin lips of God!
Tear the Rosy Cross asunder!
Shatter the black bolt of thunder!
Suck the swart ensanguine kiss
Of the resolute abyss!”
Wonder-weft the Wizard heard
This intolerable word.

Smote the blasting hazel rod
On the scarlet lips of God;
Trampled Cross and rosy core;
Brake the thunder-tool of Thor;
Meek and holy acolyte
Of the priestly hells of spite,
Sleek and shameless catamite
Of the beasts that prowl by night!

Like a star that streams from heaven
Through the virgin airs light-riven,
From the lift there shot and fell
An admirable miracle.
Carved minute and clean, a key
Of purest lapis-lazuli
More blue than the blind sky that aches
(Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes),
For the dead god’s kiss that never wakes;
Shot with golden specks of fire
Like a virgin with desire.
Look, the levers! fern-frail fronds
Of fantastic diamonds,
Glimmering with ethereal azure
In each exquisite embrasure.
On the shaft the letters laced,
As if dryads lunar-chaste
With the satyrs were embraced,
Spelled the secret of the key:
Sic pervenias. And he
Went his wizard way, inweaving
Dreams of things beyond believing.

When he will, the weary world
Of the senses closely curled
Like a serpent round his heart
Shakes herself and stands apart.
So the heart’s blood flames, expanding,
Strenuous, urgent, and commanding;
And the key unlocks the door
Where his love lives evermore.

She is of the faery blood;
All smaragdine flows its flood.
Glowing in the amber sky
To ensorcelled porphyry.
She hath eyes of glittering flake
Like a cold grey water-snake.
She hath naked breasts of amber
Jetting wine in her bed-chamber,
Whereof whoso stoops and drinks
Rees the riddle of the Sphinx.

She hath naked limbs of amber
Whereupon her children clamber.
She hath five navels rosy-red
From the five wounds of God that bled;
Each wound that mothered her still bleeding,
And on that blood her babes are feeding.
Oh! like a rose-winged pelican
She hath bred blessed babes to Pan!
Oh! like a lion-hued nightingale
She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail
The barren rose-tree to renew
Her life with that disastrous dew,
Building the rose o’ the world alight
With music out of the pale moonlight!
O She is like the river of blood
That broke from the lips of the bastard god,
When he saw the sacred mother smile
On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile
Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn,
That the lurking beast of Nile had torn!

So (for the world is weary) I
These dreadful souls of sense lay by.
I sacrifice these impure shoon
To the cold ray of the waning moon.
I take the forked hazel staff,
And the rose of no terrene graff,
And the lamp of no olive oil
With heart’s blood that alone may boil.
With naked breast and feet unshod
I follow the wizard way to God.

Wherever he leads my foot shall follow;
Over the height, into the hollow,
Up to the caves of pure cold breath,
Down to the deeps of foul hot death,
Across the seas, through the fires,
Past the palace of desires;
Where he will, whether he will or no,
If I go, I care not whither I go.

For in me is the taint of the faery blood.
Fast, fast, its emerald flood
Leaps within me, violent rude
Like a bestial faun’s beatitude.
In me the faery blood runs hard:
My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard,
A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr;
For—as my mother said—what does it matter?
She was a fay, pure of the faery;
Queen Morgan’s daughter by an aery
Demon that came to Orkney once
To pay the Beetle his orisons.

So, it is I that writhe with the twitch
Of the faery blood, and the wizard itch
To attain a matter one may not utter
Rather than sink in the greasy splutter
Of Britons munching their bread and butter;
Ailing boys and coarse-grained girls
Grown to sloppy women and brutal churls.
So, I am off with staff in hand
To the endless light of the nameless land.

Darkness spreads its sombre streams,
Blotting out the elfin dreams.
I might haply be afraid,
Were it not the Feather-maid
Leads me softly by the hand,
Whispers me to understand.
Now (when through the world of weeping
Light at last starrily creeping
Steals upon my babe-new sight,
Light—O light that is not light!)
On my mouth the lips of her
Like a stone on my sepulchre
Seal my speech with ecstasy,
Till a babe is born of me
That is silent more than I;
For its inarticulate cry
Hushes as its mouth is pressed
To the pearl, her honey breast;
While its breath divinely ripples
The rose-petals of her nipples,
And the jetted milk he laps
From the soft delicious paps,
Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers
In the chalice of the flowers,
More intoxicating than
All the purple grapes of Pan.

Ah! my proper lips are stilled.
Only, all the world is filled
With the Echo, that drips over
Like the honey from the clover.
Passion, penitence, and pain
Seek their mother’s womb again,
And are born the triple treasure,
Peace and purity and pleasure.

Hush, my child, and come aloft
Where the stars are velvet soft!