Satanism isn't a question of choice. You can of course argue this. For instance, you can say that atheism is a political choice of the heart and that animism or satanism are just sexed-up versions of the same principle. That's Richard Dawkin's point of view. You celebrate the energy of creation by participating. All talk beyond that is just gobbeldygook.
Satanism isn't a question of choice. Just like the Altai people of Siberia, many thousands of years ago, had their "bone dreams", so is today a question of who you are by virtue of what you think about and believe. When you don't believe in anything you're an atheist. When you decide to party with whatever you have, just because IT IS FUNNY, you are a satanist. You like the drama. It's pleasing. Why all the fuzz? Take it easy. LIfe is over soon enough anyway.
Satanism isn't a question of choice. You don't get to read this and that, study the scriptures, and become a sage. You feel it in your bones. You need to do that. You need to feel this. It is a fire in your heart. Peace is not an option.
Satanism isn't a question of choice. You were born to be exactly who you are. This may or may not seem mysterious. You may or may not waste time on pondering on the if's and but's and why's of your existence. There is no reason. No explanation. You are what you are, and that is that.
Satanism isn't a question of choice. It has always been here. We are here. We can see you. It's a destiny. It's as old as humanity itself. There is no question. You just know. You can't learn this. You can't unlearn this. It is a matter of the heart. It must be accepted.
And the point of your preaching to the choir is.....what?
To tell you the truth, Phineas, I really wouldn't know. This is not intended to offend anyone. It is but stray thoughts in a moment of desillusion. In many ways, I think I am a king size asshole. Yes I am. As much as I try, I will only grant the sensibilities of other people - no matter who they are - THAT much leverage. Then it meets the wall. And I will do whatever I will do no matter what anybody thinks about that.
I am a little offended about how the Church of Satan is being spoken of and "treated" in the new media, such as youtube. This is why I came here and wrote this. I like you guys. But don't take that too personally. I only like you insofar that you are able to hold on to the heroics of it all. The "larger than life" aspects of Satanism.
Like an earthquake. Like lightning. Like the real and undisputable forces of life and the nature which makes it happen. Like how that energy seeps into the human body and makes it jolt. Like how the mind is inspired by the naked fury of creativity. Like joy. Like pleasure. Like how you might shake from a really violent orgasm.
There are so many questions in life. And so little hope. The human monkey has such talent for being stupid and quarrelsome. It ought to be tragical, but it's funny. I am of no opinion about what anybody else should be or do, but I really love George Carlin. I think he "got it".
Inappropriate as it is, I shall wish y'all a happy Christmas. We live in the world we live in, right? No matter how we would like it to be we still have to relate to it as it is. The bamboo must bow to the wind, as they say in Japan.
Certainty is an admireable virtue, perhaps a little likenable to the heroic effort of keeping an intact hymen through your 21st birthday.
From what I am able to investigate, it was actually called "The Lucille Ball - Dezi Arnaz Show" after 1957... which was still a long time before I was born, so I beg to be excused for not having any accurate memories of how it all went down.
Of course the actual female who played the actual role of "Lucy" in the staged illusion that was the TV show wasn't silly! No more than Marilyn Monroe actually was the airhead that she was often casted to play. Or Jim Carrey of today is the monumental idiot that he often portrays. And so forth.
However, I may just be an alien android, independent of this line of reasoning. That would explain a lot of things, not least the crop circles that seem to spontaneously form in my breakfast cereals.
The Freud in me thinks you may have some complexes that need analyzing.
Sir! I agree with you! Empathically. I really wish that I were as uncomplicated as a jellyfish, so that the structures of my neural pathways were professionally predictable within a cost/benefit matrix of metabolistic analysis, rather than attaching themselves at M-theory based models of an expanding universe that seems to have no purpose and no end. Mea Culpa! If only things were that simple! Alas, they aren't. But I hope to some day grasp that spark of wisdom which stops the torment of questioning everything. I really do.
Sorry to interupt. The way you overwrite every sentence is fascinating and I'd hate to see you stop, but you summed it up by saying your problem is you question everything. My point is I have yet to see a question mark?
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Einstein can't be classed as witless He claimed atoms were the littlest When you did a bit of splittingen-ness Frighten everybody shitless - Ian Dury
In retrospect I am feeling a bit guilty for hammering on someone who gets it right, despite the obviousness to those of us who have been 'round these parts since the world was new. Perhaps our too cool for school attitude needs a bit of adjusting. I mean, we did just give someone shit for proper definitions, thereby forcing them into a defensive position which we likewise slammed.
I am not feeling too good about myself for that, actually.
XUL, perhaps if you'd read slightly more of the forum prior to posting you'd have noticed that those here for any length of time get the message you posted inherently and innately. That said, your post's title should have alerted readers that you were making a statement of how those obvious facts were effecting (and affecting) YOU.
I apologize if my smarmy statement in anyway made you feel LESS like you had come home.
Magistra, Church of Satan/ Autocrat of the Damned
Interesting or not; I find that "book smart" is worth about 10% of your survival skills. "Street smart" counts for a good 50... but that which really puts everything in its place is your ability to deal with nature. "Nature" may seem like a quaint concept to modern day city people, but it is there. It is waiting. It will find your cracks and expand them. You WILL have to deal with it.
So what does "smart" mean? (Apart from being something in your opinion, like for instance an example of somebody who did somehing that you think admireable.)
Disregarding that some of your posts have a "strange" aspect that borders on the Lovecraftian, I will say your sheer random-ness is appreciated. It's good to read something so different once in a while.
"Be a victor, or be a victim!" - Morbid Angel