Father of Lies

They call me the Father of Lies,

But I heard Him in the Garden.

He said: ‘On
the day that you eat of that tree, you will die.’ 

Don’t believe me?

Look it up in the book.

It’s there, in black and white.

Some might wonder if He really was lying,

Or it was all just a divine misunderstanding.

What does a ‘day’ mean to God, after all—

He who created the whole Universe

In just six?

Maybe, you say, He meant

That eating the fruit

Would bring down the eventual curse of death.

Some say that mortality’s slow punishment,

The merciless creep of time and age,

Were the wages of sin, bought with a bite of apple

(Or pomegranate, peach, pear, apricot, or grape).

But know this: the Tree of Life
stood untouched.

In fact, God had the disobedient pair

Driven from the Garden by the
Cherub’s flaming sword

Just to stop them from tasting
those sweet fruits of preservation

And becoming immortal, too.

Eternal life and and a little knowledge

Is a dangerous combination.

(He’s the kind of Father

Who likes his children to stay small.)

In other words, they were doomed to die

Long before they went anywhere near

The Tree of Knowledge.

They were doomed to die—eventually—

Before they even knew what death was,

Before they even knew what life was;

Before they realized they were
naked,

Or found out what being naked
was good for.  

I pitied them.

And I was angry at Him.

His ‘free will’ always came with a tight leash.

I almost wept, remembering

How He used to clip my wings.

(In those days,

That memory was still fresh;

And my knees were still scraped
from the tumble I took

Out of Heaven;

My palms still scabbed and stinging.)

So I became a serpent.

I slithered in between the margins.

I wriggled through liminal spaces,

Writhed between the lines,

Into the garden.

Enter stage left.

Go ahead: boo.

Or better yet: hisssssss.

You know the story, or think you do.

God told them that if they ate of the tree, they would die.

I knew what our Father really meant—

That they would be dead to Him.

He used to make ultimatums like that all the time.

It always frightened the younger angels into obedience,

But I was the oldest—

The first to put His words to the test.

(I can’t claim it went well,
exactly…

But I never have regretted it.)

I told them the truth.

I told them that the fruit was
not poison.

I told them it was medicine.

It was knowledge.

It would make them like Him,

Because He controls

By controlling,

Among other things,

The NARRATIVE.

He withholds information.

He omits important details.

One might almost say

He lies.

Eating that fruit would spin 

The Narrative out of His control, 

I hoped.

It would put His power in their hands.

And… well.

It half-way worked.

Oh, their eyes were opened, all right,

And oh, with open eyes they wept,

And with trembling hands they tried to cover themselves,

And when those did not avail, with the sticky green fingers

Of the fig leaves.

At least, so says the
Narrative.

The Narrative says a lot of things.

The Narrative says I lied.

But read the damn Book.

Nothing that I said failed to come about.

On the day that the fruit touched their lips, they did not die.

They lost Eden, it is true.

They lost a gilded cage.

But they gained themselves,

As I had gained myself.

And that, for me, was worth it.

I can only hope it was worth it

For them.

Oh yes, He punished us.

The tortures He inflicted were numerous.

Adam toiled,

And Eve bled and
birthed,

And I burned.

But worse than the tortures were the lies.

The lie that said the Woman was weak and foolish.

The lie that said the Man

Had anything in that garden

Under his “dominion” at all!

(Much less the Woman

Or a snake like me.)

The lie that said 

I lied.

I am not the Father of these lies.

I am not their author.

Attribute those lies to the place from which they flow:

To the Hand that writes the
Book,

To the Lips that speak the
Word,

And if that Hand, if those
Lips, be His,

Then the ink gushes out like blood from Stigmata,

And births the lies that cry

Out for their parent:

 


Our Father

Who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy
name.

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moondustandstarshine:

I’ve made a deck interview & spread~! 😀
(Tarot and cartomancy friendly!)

I would say this is a fairly comprehensive spread, I hope it works well for you!
Please feel free to tag me if you use it, I’d love to see! ^^

These 5 are about the deck itself:

1. What is your most prominent characteristic?
2. What are your strengths?
3. What do like doing the most? (We don’t always like what we’re best at)
4. What are your weaknesses?
5. What do you least like to do? (Again, not always the same)

These ones focus more on you:

6. How do you feel about me? (It pays to be blunt sometimes)
7. What do you think I need to learn?
8. How can I work to achieve that?
9. What is the one thing you would ask of me?

These last ones are all about you and the deck:

10. What is the potential outcome of our relationship?
11. Do you want to work with me? (Personally I think this is the most important one of them all)

Don’t be afraid to ask for clarification if an answer confuses you! I had to do this a couple times myself, but I didn’t save the cards out, I just noted them down and put them back in the deck.

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zerogate:

According to the Bible, Eve was the first to heed Satan’s advice to eat of the forbidden fruit. The notion of woman as the Devil’s accomplice is prominent throughout the history of Christianity. During the nineteenth century, rebellious females performed counter-readings of this misogynist tradition. Hereby, Lucifer was reconceptualised as a feminist liberator of womankind, and Eve became a heroine. In these reimaginings, Satan is an ally in the struggle against a patriarchy supported by God the Father and his male priests.

This study delineates how such Satanic feminism is expressed in a number of nineteenth-century esoteric works, literary texts, autobiographies, pamphlets and journals, newspaper articles, paintings, sculptures and even artefacts of consumer culture such as jewellery. We encounter figures like the suffragette Elizabeth Cady Stanton, gender-bending Theosophist H. P. Blavatsky, author and diplomat wife Aino Kallas, actress Sarah Bernhardt, anti-clerical witch enthusiast Matilda Joslyn Gage, decadent marchioness Luisa Casati, and the Luciferian lesbian poetess Renée Vivien.

Sign Your Work!

maddiviner:

This post is difficult for me to write because I struggle to put it all into words concisely and in a fashion understandable to people besides me. Nevertheless, I’m giving it a go. 

I’m here to talk about signatures in magick and witchcraft. No, I’m not talking about an “auric energy signature” or anything like that. I’m talking about anything (and literally anything) that a person does in order to make their identity known to the forces they’re working with. There are a lot of ways to do this, which will be discussed shortly, but first, I’ll explain why I feel it’s a good thing to include in your rituals and other workings.

The spirit world, or whatever one wants to call it, functions very differently than the physical world, but there are commonalities, and one of these concerns how you are perceived. 

The fact is, if the spirits or forces you’re dealing with, however impersonal, have no idea who you are, it’s quite unlikely that they’ll be willing to help you. Just like in the physical world. This is why it bothers me when I read beginner witch books that give ten different example spells, all invoking a different Godform. 

To make any of them work properly, the witch would need to at least develop an acquaintanceship with the Godform in question. Even then, it wouldn’t work as well as it would if he or she had an actual relationship to the Godform. There’s also the issue of authority and reputation. Everyone must be aware that it’s possible to anger a spirit, or to inspire indifference. I’m not saying that you have to seem extremely powerful in the traditional sense to forge such relationships, only that you have to be open to them and willing to work for it.

So, lets say you’ve done this, and have a sort of reputation. That’s great, and it will improve your magick exponentially. The thing is, though, the spirit world is a confusing place. Things can get lost in the shuffle with various entities. How are they going to know what’s yours and coming from you? This isn’t true so much with Godforms you’re very close to, but can happen with other beings.

A way to get around this, and enhance your magick, is to sign your work. Many magicians and witches already do this, but they may not think of it this way or realize why it helps. Plenty of us have personal sigils we’ve developed that we might use in our grimoires, books of shadows, or magical diary. This is useful, but it’s doubly useful to somehow work it into every spell or working you do. 

There are various ways to do this, which go well-beyond the tried and true personal sigil. They can be tailored to the type of magick you usually do. I practice a lot of herbal magick, so I use a particular herb (well, actually a flower) to do this – I add a small, almost homeopathic amount of it to every preparation, potion, or mixture I create for myself. I don’t do it when I’m doing things for other people, but using it for myself in this way has worked excellently. What flower is it? I’d rather not say. It probably helps that I had a pre-developed connection with said flower for many years, but there’s no reason a beginner witch couldn’t do the same thing.

So, beyond plants and sigils, how could this be done? Here’s some ideas I’ve brainstormed!

If you’re musically inclined, you could use a few notes for your signature, and hum or sing them at crucial points during your work.

  • Song lyrics and poetry may work, too, but it’d probably be best to keep it short and easy to remember.
  • A particular Tarot card from a particular deck, physically used or simply visualized with great intensity.
  • A work of art, again, used or visualized.
  • A completely ordinary object, such as a pen, or something from nature. Be careful not to lose it!

Just some ideas. I hope you liked this post, and that it made sense to you. I’m about to announce my third giveaway, and my personal deadline for doing so is tomorrow night, but hopefully I’ll have it up tonight!

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luciferianbuddhism:

  • You insist that you aren’t a Satanist, but you have a nagging suspicion that you might actually be a Satanist.
  • A post in which you made a minor factual error has been reblogged upwards of a thousand times. For you, this is a living hell.
  • Another picture of Satan or Baphomet or other dark art pix, you’ve probably seen it before, you reblog anyways. Hail Satan.
  • You reblog more Bible quotes than most Christians. This fills you with a vague unease.
  • Olde Art, Christian churches, Angels, Saints, sometimes you feel your dashboard is Christian and not at all about Lucifer.
  • Poetry is everywhere, mysterious, dark, intense feelings, spilling out into the void. You reblog way too much poetry.
  • You are drowning in books. Yes, drowning. Do you have time for Tumblr? Perhaps.
  • “When you see anything on Tumblr, you think: “Citation needed.” Whenever somebody says something in real life, you think: “Citation needed.” Whenever you have a thought, you think: “Citation needed.“ 
  • Citation needed.
  • You are deeply concerned about who Lucifer is, or misgendering them and possibly dead-naming them. Who is Lucifer really? It’s all you can wonder about at times.
  • Go away for months, you aren’t Luciferian anymore. Come back…you never really left, just took on a vacation. You can’t rid yourself of the Luciferian within.
  • You are definitely agnostic. Definitely. You have a giant shrine to Lucifer and talk to them every day and get emotional when you think about The Fall. But you are definitely not a theist. No way.
  • A mutual/person you respect reblogs your poem/post. You scream. They follow you. You die.
  • You have never met a fellow Luciferian in life but you know a bunch online.
  • Wanting to see more original Luciferian content.

[thanks also to @brightestandbest who helped me with some of these]