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Why I am a Satanist
2001 Jul 29
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Why? It was late 1995, and I stole a copy of The Secret Life of a Satanist by Blanche Barton from a suspecting friend. I read through it and suddenly found myself in the unexpected position of realizing I was a Satanist. I didn't tell anyone about it for a few years, but used it as an internal source of inspiration. After that, I became a card carrying member of the COS and went through all LaVey's books, etc. Personal SatanSatan is not just for Christmas!
Lord and Master. Someone to follow
As an individual I have always found it hard to do all of the above. My brain just doesn't let me. So I have gone through life struggling against every social convention and dogmatic principle; against organized religion and social taboo. It hasn't been a smooth ride! I have yearned for a master, someone worthy to instruct me; as I cannot tell if how I live my life is good. So I chose Satan, the personification of intelligence and rebellion; enlightenment, happiness and indulgence. I think deeply, gather some aims and objectives, and then in my mind I attribute the motivation to Satan, who is me, and this personification simplifies my direction. Although Satan is not real, he is still a figurehead under whom I work. A kick in the face
Self-help
Independence
The second of the 9 Satanic Statements is "Satan represents vital existence, instead of spiritual pipe dreams". We live to make our lives happy now without any of the pretence that an omnipotent being is going to come and offer us eternal bliss. Satan is a good everyday reminder that fate does not give a shit about you. Make the most of life! Melancholy
But all of these things, hanging over your head, serve only to make life more urgent! I must live for as long as possible, because reality does definitely not give a shit about me! So Satan is muse for me to take long term plans, not to get myself killed, not to neglect my mental or physical health. Only Satan represents these things and forces me to make my life so productive! I do not whinge, moan, whine.... I only progress and look forward. Find my own shortcomings so they don't catch up with me. Avoid mental entropy! The dark side.... that after life there is nothing but utter oblivion, combined with the inspiration to make my life happy and worthwhile matches perfectly well with my melancholy. A slight sadness... but much happiness within that! Sentimental sadness that I cannot last forever... but happiness that I'm not dead yet and still have many glorious hours to look forward to. Social EngineeringIt is incredibly useful to us that the dumb, bigoted and ignorant will presume that a Satanist is an immature person who sneaks around graveyards at night time because it allows us to immediately filter out a whole set of people who are not ready (and may never be) to perceive us. Satanism is not about accepting people for what they are: We change people. We teach people. We do not want to become inundated with dumb-asses whom we have to spend time coaching them, rather than using them. I wear a pentagram, I did at University, I do now. The pentacle has this effect:
Righteous Rebellion
Satanism has at its core a solid atheist philosophy; for the reasons laid out on this page I call myself a Satanist. Thus a further advantage emerges; that I have a cause to fight for. Obviously it's not as important as, say, having a job and being happy. But a cause it is, something stand for something that you feel is good. Ludicrous bad example of a religion
But when I discovered Satanism I realized that it had potential to attack all religions through its nature. By being viewed by many as completely ludicrous, yet also by being a valid religion, it could have the effect of making people reject religion and superstition more readily. People are fed up with religion... making Satanism higher profile will be another nail in the coffin of God(s) and religion! My first experience of Christianity
It was the worst time, singing! I mean... being in church made me uncomfortable (unless I was sat with friends to distract me). The first priest/person who led the services (for the first 2 years I went) used to seriously scare me, I felt like one day he was going to come in and try to kill us all, he seemed the most unstable and explosive person I've ever seen speak in public (made worst because he _never_ raised his voice), the second priest was a friendly black guy, who was much better! He used to look at my brother funny because people told him he was a Satanist, but my brother seemed like a normal, friendly kid! The poor guy couldn't figure it out. Anyway... the (small) church discomforted me, I sat there feeling very very out of place! Everyone hated it, no-one wanted to go (kids). I hated the collection (because I didn't have any money! and the staff and collector would glare at me when I didn't give any!), the entire atmosphere, hymns and services stank of barely hidden suppression, fascism, thought control... I was in my communist era so all those things were on my mind... I hated being in there, I felt that every time I went was a bit of my mind lost! So I'd sit and hold hands with friends, play that game where you hold hands and try to catch the other person's thumb with you own, write notes to each other in the hymn books. And periodically stand up and sing... I recognized (even then) that singing and the group-hug mentality were all thought control techniques, designed to generate euphoria, togetherness, feel good, whilst associating it with the priests' eternal ramblings and closed' minded stubborn preaching of his single belief system. I can remember... when I discovered: The Satanic Rules of the Earth I so knew what he was talking about, and just fell in love! After that, and with a deeper knowledge of Christianity, being in church stopped bothering me, because I felt above it, the politics, and the delusional narrowness. Although it doesn't bother me, I still can't sing! or give money... those 2 inhibitions are deeply ingrained. Hail Satan! |
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