As Satanists, we sometimes refer to ourselves as creatures of the night. One of the reasons is our sense of fun and joy in reveling in our carnal natures. Another reality is that our strength comes from aspects of ourselves hidden from the rest of the world. Regardless of actual sleep style, a Satanist is a nocturnal creature.

As we reach this time of Winter Solstice, we pause, with the sun. Our evening activities have increased. Our magical workings have been many and ideas have been incubating in our satanic minds. Now is the time for the tide to change; and, for our nocturnal workings to begin to see the light of day.

If you and your family celebrate Christmas, realizing that the true meaning of this time of year is the celebration of yourself, your loved ones and the pleasures of the flesh, I wish you a Merry Christmas. If your tradition harkens back to a mythical time of slavery, and, you use this season to celebrate the freedom with which your ego is allowed to express itself, I wish you a Happy Hanukkah. If you choose not to acknowledge this time as any more important than the others, because you live each day as if it were your last, sucking the very marrow from the bones of pleasure, carry on. Regardless of what name you put on this auspicious season, may your Nocturnal workings bring fruit and prosperity to your days. May your days increase!

Hail Satan!
Ave Satanis!
Ave Nocturnis!

Happy Solstice! May it be as rowdy and fun as the celebrations of old.

Christmas/Winter Solstice is a good opportunity to really enjoy yourself. Have fun indulging!

May we all have a truly indulgent "longest night of the year"!

I will be celebrating my Solstice with good food and music. I will be going into the city, finding a great restaurant to eat in and spending the evening at an Ozzy Osbourne/Rob Zombie concert.

Happy Solstice everyone!

Hail Satan!

There is indeed much to celebrate tonight. The Christmas bonus from the company was larger this year, I got a raise and we seem to have secured a new important client for next year.

So I think a bit of good food, a Belgian beer and a good book will be a nice way to unwind before facing the dreaded shopping for Christmas dinner.

May you all have an indulgent evening, and may the brighter days to come lead you productively towards your goals

Ah, I love having a special birthday.

Yeah, you share it with old Janis who's a cleaner where I work. Fuckin' witch she is. I'm sure she pisses in the tea. Happy Birthday! (again)

Stop it, you're making me want a cup of tea... HAHAHA.

Seriously.

I think she must have nice tasting piss actually, we all keep going back for more. But at her age (she's almost dead) I think she's producing strange lumpy bits, either that or we need to change the tea bags we're using.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADEQUATE!

Tonight I head to park in my neighborhood to bang on some drums and light some lanterns. It's an event organized by some of my mother's friends.

From a local paper:

Lighting up the longest night
The [my neighborhood] Festival of Lights is a celebration of the winter solstice, the Earth and the community. It will include music, art, lanterns ... but no corporate sponsors


I'm sure all the Hippies, old and new, will abound!

Well...it still sounds like fun.

Congratulations!

Thank you

It was! There were about 20-30 people with lots of kids thumping around in snowsuits. We started out at the bottom of the park, singing Christmas carols, banging drums, and lighting lanterns.

The organizer had made himself a helmet with a small shiny disco ball on top and doll baby legs as horns! I told him I liked his tribute to Pan.

Then there was a procession through the thigh-high snow. Lucky I wore me handy-dandy long johns to keep warm. The clandestine shots of Kahlua from my mother's mickey helped also. We ended up at the center of the park where Pan had built a "Solstice Tree" out of snow which had small shelves carved out of it to put in tea candles.

After an interesting little Pagan/Mayan/Hippy/Environmentalist speech by our host, we were encouraged to light a candle and make a wish.

A very socialist theme arose with the wishes: fix child homelessness, feed the poor, support grass-roots organizations, be nice to everyone, recycle, world peace, etc. Although one young man did shout, "I wish people would dance and laugh more!!!"

I clapped after each one, although the only wish I really banged my drum loud and long for was the animal welfare wish. Some crazy lady with her beautiful arthritic husky had just found a very sympathetic landlord who let her a basement apartment with no steps and access to the yard. See? The Christmas spirit infects even those cold hearted money-obsessed landlords.

Then it was my turn to light a candle and make a wish. I said, "Well you all have some very noble wishes. Mine is much more close to home. Due to my recent acceptance into the honours program, this candle is a wish for the eventual completion of my PhD!"

Lots of clapping and banging of drums. A fine time had by all.

How utterly selfish of you. Bravo!