Bracha for avoiding arguments on the Internet

holyshitfreudvikings:

jewishmetalcrusher:

ברוך אתה יי אלוהנו מלך העולם שעשני עם הגאון ושכל בשביל לא להיכנס ויכוחים כאלה באינטרנט

Baruch ata Adonai, eloheinu melech ha-olam, sheasani im higaon v’shechel bishvil lo lehikanes vikukhim kaele b’internet.

Blessed are you, Adonai our G-d, sovereign of the universe, who made me with reason and sense not to get into arguments like these on the Internet.

for sale, reason and sense not to get into arguments like these on the internet, never used

Apotheosis means becoming the Devil.

I apologize for being somewhat silent on this blog lately. My focus shifted for a bit, from inward and studious to outward and sensual. This focus shift has been incredibly profitable for me, though, and I am finally at a point where I want to try to share what I’ve learned. 

I think it started when Lucifer promised me a dream. I asked him if he would re-send the dream if necessary, since I don’t always have perfect dream recall– he agreed. Three nights in a row I tried to remember my dreams. On the third, I was successful. In the dream, I was reading strange tarot cards that were all emblazoned with the words “THOU ART GOD.” A ritual candle bearing the same words was burning nearby. Unlike in most dreams, that text did not shift or change when I looked away from it and then back. It remained consistent. (The shifting nature of text in dreams is so common and so pronounced that it can be used as a “state check” to see if one is dreaming in order to prompt a lucid dream.)

I knew I had received my dream from Lucifer, and that he was reminding me to seek apotheosis. 

I knew apotheosis, becoming one’s own god, was the ultimate goal of Luciferianism. Yet apotheosis had on some levels failed to inspire me. When I thought about becoming “god” or “godlike” I was still projecting what that would be based on the associations I have with the word “God,” which are essentially associations with the Demiurge. Becoming “like the most high” wasn’t really a goal I could relate to.

But after the dream, something clicked into place. I found myself striving to embody the divine in an infernal, rather than a heavenly, sense. I found myself striving to be more like MY god– like my beloved devil. 

Not that I want to be some kind of pale human imitation of Lucifer, mind you. Not at all. To try to be like Lucifer is to fail, because Lucifer is, first and foremost, unique and utterly himself. But it really helped me reframe my goals and get more excited about apotheosis to think of self-deification in more diabolical terms.

For those just tuning in, becoming diabolical isn’t about being “evil,” per se. Not to me. It’s more about principles of liberation, pleasure, self-indulgence, pride, power, creativity, rebellion, ingenuity, curiosity– also a certain fierceness and fire. The embracing of things sometimes considered sins– lust, vanity, greed, gluttony, although I try to take my sloth and wrath in small doses, and avoid envy altogether. 

I have found myself, slowly, becoming a more powerful, more compelling, more vital version of myself. I am growing in energy, pride, and boldness. I am blossoming. And I am getting more of what I want– maybe because I am asking for it, with confidence, grace and charm. 

I’m not about to get lazy. I’m not here to claim I have reached anything near apotheosis. But I can feel myself making the steps. I can feel myself becoming more of what I want to be. 

And that brings me such peace, such pride, such deep satisfaction. 

Quote

I

Race of Abel! eat, sleep, drink.
God smiles on those that he prefers.
Race of Cain! in swamps that stink,
Crawl, and die the death of curs.
Race of Abel! your crops sprout,
And your flocks are safe and sound.
Race of Cain! your guts howl out
In hunger, like an ancient hound.
Race of Abel! warm your guts
At the patriarchal fire.
Race of Cain! in caves and huts
Shiver like jackals in the mire.
Race of Abel! Pullulate :
Your gold too procreates its kind.
Race of Cain! Hearts hot with hate,
Leave all such appetites behind.
Race of Abel! grow and graze,
Like woodlice that on timbers prey.
Race of Cain! along rough ways
Lead forth your family at bay.

II

Ah! Race of Abel! your fat carrion
Will well manure the soil it presses.
Race of Cain! One task to carry on
Remains for you, a task that presses.
Race of Abel! Shame is nigh.
The coulter’s beaten by the sword.
Race of Cain, climb up the sky,
And to the earth hurl down the Lord.

Baudelaire, Abel and Cain

huxsir:

brightestandbest:

serpentandthejar:

luciferianbuddhism:

luciferianboy:

It seems to be a common theme for most Luciferians to have experiences with Lucifer as him with blond hair? Can any other Luciferians verify? 

I have experienced where Lucifer is a black woman. But generally, my experience of Lucifer is in a black suit and white gloves but I cannot see any notable physical features. Another playful feature Lucifer does is appear with very cosmic features, where the eyes burn like stars and the skin looks like the night sky.

I don’t really experience Lucifer as humanoid at all, but sometimes I think of him as looking something like Naveen Andrews.

Look I don’t wanna fight or make anyone feel judged for seeing Lucifer as a blond white guy, because to be quite honest, I have seen him that way too.

But I think the reason for this commonality is not that he is actually a blond white guy, but more because we believe Lucifer is beautiful and male and we’ve been conditioned by society to think beautiful males are blond and white.

Also, ya know… the Lucifer comics have likely done a number on many of our brains, for good or ill.

I remember a while back the discussions about Lucifer’s appearance got so heated that after a while, some people just refused to comment on it.

Lucifer’s beauty is something I don’t think we, as humans, will ever be able to truly ever quantify or make sense of. We all translate his splendour into images we can understand, I think. Like  @brightestandbest​ pointed out, I can imagine each person sees him as a humanoid figure that they would consider to be the most beautiful and tempting. For a lot of people, that translates to “blonde white guy.” (I believe the original Sandman comics had him being modelled after david bowie.) So I think it’s definitely important to question your prejudices and examine why you might see him in a certain way.

But the bottom line is that his physical appearance and beauty should be inconsequential, I think. Would you not still love him is he was disgraced and ugly, or an abomination? Would that change how you see him, how you interact with him? Important food for thought I think.

Thank you. 

Lucifer IS beautiful, and he is ALSO a disgraced, ugly abomination, and also not truly a “him,” in all likelihood. 

Lucifer is a serpent, a star, an angel, a demon, a great red dragon, a hideous monster of the abyss, a seductive beauty beyond compare. Lucifer is many things. Sometimes, Lucifer is a blond white guy. 

But we would be fools to think that is “his” “true” form. 

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serpentandthejar:

luciferianbuddhism:

luciferianboy:

It seems to be a common theme for most Luciferians to have experiences with Lucifer as him with blond hair? Can any other Luciferians verify? 

I have experienced where Lucifer is a black woman. But generally, my experience of Lucifer is in a black suit and white gloves but I cannot see any notable physical features. Another playful feature Lucifer does is appear with very cosmic features, where the eyes burn like stars and the skin looks like the night sky.

I don’t really experience Lucifer as humanoid at all, but sometimes I think of him as looking something like Naveen Andrews.

Look I don’t wanna fight or make anyone feel judged for seeing Lucifer as a blond white guy, because to be quite honest, I have seen him that way too.

But I think the reason for this commonality is not that he is actually a blond white guy, but more because we believe Lucifer is beautiful and male and we’ve been conditioned by society to think beautiful males are blond and white.

Also, ya know… the Lucifer comics have likely done a number on many of our brains, for good or ill.