Guest Post: The Eco Satanist Manifesto

This is an anonymous contribution.

PREAMBLE

We, the Children of Perdition, are resigned and even eager to spend our afterlives in Hell. However, while Hell is home to all the demons we revere and to many of the people worth knowing, it is not noted for its temperate climate. As Satanists, we aspire to create Hell on Earth in some positive senses: to bring forth its creative, hedonistic, revolutionary spirit, to mingle with diverse beings in a free, equal and anarchic society where no Gods nor masters rule. But one thing we do not wish to import from Hell is its weather. 

Unfortunately, this work is already being done for us by our spiritual, political and ideological enemies: the capitalists, the imperialists, the colonizers, the Christian Right. The forces of greed and tyranny march onwards, crushing all life in their path. Their allies are ignorance, apathy and cowardly denial– people and institutions who deny science and the evidence of their own senses in order to pretend that the globe is not rapidly heating. 

Stereotypically, in books, films and comics, it is Satanists who crave the apocalypse and strive to bring about the end of all things. How ironic that in reality, it is Christians who thirst for the rapture, who aid and abet Armageddon. After all, they contend that it is the will of the obscene egregore they call God for this world to end. And why not? They love heaven more than earth, death more than life. 

The Satanist loves life. The enlightened adept loves life and death equally, accepting them as realities that are essential to each other, a cycle that is self-perpetuating. For us, there is less distinction between the material and the spiritual. The sacred and profane are the same, and therefore all things are holy. We find ecstasy just as much in the pleasures of the flesh as we do in prayer, meditation and ritual. 

Therefore, the Satanist is opposed to the apocalypse, as is the Devil himself, who is known as Lord of this World. 

This being the case, and the probable end of human life on earth being the most pressing issue of our time, it befits us to develop an eco-Satanic theology, which we shall begin to articulate in this manifesto. 

PREVIOUS ECO-THEOLOGIES

Many Christians see God’s creation as belonging to human beings. This attitude was expressed mostly crudely by Ann Coulter: “God said, ‘Earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. It’s yours.’”

Christian environmentalisms and eco-theologies do exist, but as Satanists they are not of particular use to us, beyond providing a rationale for the decent Christians of this world, who we are not too proud to fight beside. After all, solidarity is essential to any functioning eco-theology, since all of us must inhabit the same earth, in spite of any differences of opinion. 

Neo-paganism is closely bound to eco-theology. “Pagan and earth-based traditions” is a common phrase that equates the two terms so closely that they nearly become synonymous. These ways of thinking about and relating to nature are indeed more positive and caring, but they are often sentimentalizing and frequently not very sophisticated. Nature is often honored as an abstraction, or rhapsodized about for its beauty and healing powers. It becomes the window-dressing for weekend rituals in the woods, after which the participants go home to urban environments and forget that nature is still all around them. All-natural aesthetics, alternative medicine, and “ethical” consumption choices are common in these circles. Overall, this eco-theology, while good-hearted, is highly individualistic, emphasizing isolated personal actions and lifestyle decisions. It also usually lacks economic or political analysis beyond what can be provided by the U.S. Democratic Party. As such, it can have no teeth as a movement. 

ROOTS OF SATANIC ECO-THEOLOGY

Historically, Satanism has not been particularly associated with ecology. This is partly because of its right-wing libertarian roots in the writings of Anton LaVey. LaVey was repelled by the sentimentality of the hippies and Wiccans of his era. Associating environmentalism with such people, he wanted little to do with it. 

However, even in the dross of LaVey’s polemic, we can unearth a basis for Satanic eco-theology, namely in item seven of the Nine Satanic Statements: 

“Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all!”

In the context of LaVey’s other writings, it becomes quite clear what he means by this: it’s a dog-eat-dog world, ruled by survival of the fittest in a social Darwinist sense, and thus we should support competition and laissez-faire capitalism. 

However, we should feel free to twist and reinterpret his words, against his will, and draw something deeper from them, hopefully making him spin in his grave in the process.

LaVey’s words dissolve the distinction between man and beast, and even challenge the supremacy of human beings over our environment. This is not a bad place to begin building a Satanic eco-theology: from the premise that we are part of nature, not separate from it. The world is not something apart from us that we may strive to master, but rather our home, the destruction of which will have direct, fatal consequences to us. 

Now is also a good time to invoke the traditional LaVeyan virtue of rational self-interest. This quality has been too long absent from the environmental movement. For those of us who grew up in the 90s and remember a time before climate change was public knowledge, we recall a cloyingly preachy, misty-eyed environmentalism that was all about saving the pandas and preserving natural beauty. This environmentalism was often the sphere of rich, white philanthropists, and it was frankly quite annoying. 

A vestige of this attitude has been preserved nowadays among the more enlightened environmentalists of the 2020s. Now well-meaning white environmentalists are quick to point out environmental racism and the fact that climate change is cataclysmically impacting people in the so-called “third world.” 

While this is true, and is an important thing to keep in mind, something about this discourse is grating. It reminds me of the 90s, when pleas for the plight of the pandas were juxtaposed with pleas for the plight of the poor African children, side by side and in the same condescending tone. It makes the problem remote, and a matter of charity. We, the privileged, must do something to save the helpless, vulnerable, “exotic” animals and peoples of the planet. It’s a dehumanizing discourse, and also an arrogant and hubristic one– for while it is true that the more privileged will likely be spared for a while longer, nobody is immune. We all live on the same planet and we are all going down in flames. 

The faster we realize that all of us are vulnerable, all of us are ultimately doomed, the faster we can fight together in genuine solidarity rather than condescendingly wringing our hands over those less fortunate than ourselves, and then not really doing much to help them. 

Make no mistake: plants and animals are important. People who live far away and look different from us are even more important. Empathy for others should have been enough to propel the more privileged among us into effective action, but as history has proven, it was not. The faster and more forcefully that we can reframe environmentalism as ruthless, desperate self-preservation, rather than as the pet cause of bleeding-heart liberals, the faster we can make effective change. 

After all, people fight harder when they are fighting for their own lives. 

OUR NAME IS LEGION: REJECTING INDIVIDUALISM

Selfishness can only take us so far, however, unless we realize that our rational self-interest demands solidarity. Individualism is killing us all. 

The capitalist, neo-liberal establishment has done a very good job of making the average (proletarian) person feel personally responsible for climate change. We are exhorted to turn off our lights when we leave the room, to recycle, to buy green, to vote blue no matter who, to donate our hard-earned money to liberal non-profits who will use our donations mainly to fund the fliers and postcards they mail out to beg for… more donations. Green-washed capitalism rears its ugly head and sells us allegedly eco-friendly commodities at inflated prices, leaving us poorer, pacified, and no closer to ending climate change and saving ourselves. 

Make no mistake: it is the capitalist mode of production that is destroying the planet and all of us with it. The reasons for this are complex and multifaceted and could be expounded upon for the length of several books, but they boil down to this: capitalism rewards relentlessly maximizing profits while minimizing costs. The less you can pay your workers, the better. The cheaper and cruder the methods of extraction, the better. Exploitation is merely a word for making profits at the expense of other people and of the natural world. Under capitalism, every natural resource that can be extracted from this planet and sold for profit will be, until there is nothing left to sell, no one left to do the labor, and no one left to buy. 

Capitalism is an endlessly thirsty vampire that sucks the blood of life itself, compulsively. It is a parasite that cannot survive in any other way. Unless it is stopped, it will only die when the host dies. 

An individual cannot overthrow capitalism. Neither can capitalism be overthrown by ditching fast fashion, signing petitions, recycling, voting, going vegan, turning off your lights, planting a community garden, participating in earth-based pagan rituals, or donating money to plant trees and offset your carbon footprint. Not all of these actions are useless, many of them are worthy and admirable, but none of them is even a baby step in the right direction, because these all remain individual actions taken within the context of capitalism, that do very little to hurt it. 

The only thing that can overthrow capitalism is a working-class revolution. 

Good thing we worship Lucifer, the God of revolutions. 

But there is another demon to whom we should turn our attention– the Lord of the Flies. Perhaps no other entity can teach us as much about collective power as Beelzebub, Queen of the Hive. 

THERE IS POWER IN A UNION

Beelzebub may have originally been named Baalzebul, which translates as Lord of the Heavens. Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, may have been another epithet of the same God used by his worshippers, emphasizing his powers over the spreading and curing of pestilence. Or it may have been a derogatory name used by the ancient Israelities to mock worshippers of Baalzebul, comparing him to a mound of feces and his followers to flies. 

At first glance, this image is indeed insulting. Few people want to feel like a tiny helpless insect squirming on a pile of shit. Under capitalism, perhaps, many of us do feel that way. We are insignificant, forced to feed on garbage and excrements and whatever other scraps are thrown to us. A single, solitary insect is indeed pathetic. It is the base of the food chain, a short-lived victim of larger, stronger predators. 

But many insects together can have startling power. Think about the dreaded Biblical plagues of locusts that sweep through and strip all vegetation from the land. In a more positive sense, consider the role of insects as pollinators, without which no plant would be able to grow. Even the humble role of eating feces, garbage and corpses is indispensable– insects are nature’s cleanup crew. They are amongst us all the time, in the midst of our cities, doing their job without us noticing. Without them, there would be a lot more trash and rotting food on our sidewalks. Once they expel the waste that they have consumed, their own excrement makes the ground fertile. They are undertakers as well, returning the bodies of dead things to the earth and integrating them once again into the cycle of life. 

Insects have the power of life and death. Without them, nothing grows, and the dead are less quickly returned to the cycle of life. Entomologist Thomas Eisner says: “Bugs are not going to inherit the Earth. They own it now.” 

Insects can be seen as the proletariat of the food-chain, the workers doing the dirty jobs that keep things running. As insect populations decline due to climate change, people are beginning to become aware of their importance. We literally cannot live without them. Entomologist Martin Sorg says: “We won’t exterminate all insects. That’s nonsense. Vertebrates would die out first. But we can cause massive damage to biodiversity—damage that harms us.” In other words: we cannot live without them. There will be bugs after we are gone. We don’t even need to kill all of them to extinguish ourselves. 

Lucifer is associated with Pride, but Beelzebub teaches us a strange kind of pride in humility. The things that seem smallest and least significant are mightier than they appear. In fact, they are essential.  Perhaps there is more pride to be taken in what we can accomplish in our smallness, because is that not more impressive in a way?  We are stunned when an ant lifts a leaf 5,000 times its own body weight, but when an elephant uproots a whole tree it is not so shocking.  The seemingly great and noticeable forces of magnetism and gravity pale in comparison to the “strong force,” unnoticed in everyday life, which holds atoms together.

We, the working class, the damned of the earth, are the insects of human society. Alone, we are ineffectual and easily crushed. Together, we have all power. Nothing happens without us. 

In a sense, the lie that climate change is our fault has a kernel of truth: without workers, capitalism cannot function. We have been forced to be cogs in the machinery of our own destruction, because in order to have the necessities of life, we must work to earn our wages under this obscene system. 

The source of our powerlessness– our labor– is also the source of our power. 

We do not need the capitalists, but they need us. And there are far more of us than there are of them. Those are our only two advantages. They have the money, the power, the resources, and the tools to defend themselves– police, the law, the state on their side. But they only have those things because we keep propping them up. 

Short of violent revolution– a strategy not to be dismissed, but with significant disadvantages for all concerned, since war brings losses on both sides– labor organizing is the most powerful tool of the working class. It is a necessary step towards revolution as well as a potential method for revolution because, one way or another, after the fall of capitalism production must continue. In order to move from producing and distributing goods based on profit, to producing and distributing goods based purely on need, workers must be organized and prepared to take control. As it says in the preamble of the I.W.W. constitution: “The army of production must be organized, not only for everyday struggle with capitalists, but also to carry on production when capitalism shall have been overthrown.”

There is something of a renaissance in labor organizing at the moment, and it is to this that we must look for hope. By withholding our labor in a strategic and organized manner, we can take control away from the bosses and away from the capitalists. When one of us disobeys, we can easily be crushed. When enough of us choose to disobey, their power is revealed as hollow. When labor unions in industries like coal mining or pipeline building support continuing the use of those forms of energy that will kill us all if we don’t stop using them, we must offer the workers our solidarity, because we must not let their need of a crust of bread today cost us, and them, and all the world’s children their health and a future.  When we disobey collectively and in solidarity, the capitalists will have nobody left to do their bidding, and no one left to stand between them and the cost of what they have done. Then it is they who must stand alone before our overwhelming numbers. 

That is the power of Beelzebub. Our name is legion, for we are many.

CONCLUSION

It is difficult to speak meaningfully about environmentalism without saying things that could land oneself on a watch list. Unfortunately, these things need to be said. They need to be said out loud, and widely, and by an increasing number of people. Support for the idea of anti-capitalist revolution, by any means necessary, must grow and spread through the general population, for no revolution can succeed without overwhelming mass support. 

Thus, we resign ourselves to the watchlist. We cheerfully wave hello to the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, the Department of Homeland Security. And we pray that these ideas become so widely spoken, so earnestly and sincerely held, that the watch list grows to be so large as to become useless and the watchers are overwhelmed.

All of this may sound reckless and feckless, but let us remind you that the alternative to militant anticapitalist action is likely the destruction of all human life. 

Some people must speak loudly and clearly. Some people must act in absolute silence. The less ability you have to act militantly, the more loudly you should speak. Spread our new gospel, our Satanic good news– that there is hope in a world without capitalism. That it’s better to be Red than dead. Our comrades who are carrying on the struggle in more clandestine and even illegal ways depend upon our vocal support. They need us to refuse to support the state’s punitive actions against them. They need us to erode belief in the righteousness of capital and the state’s mandate to defend it. 

If you can’t act, speak! Draw attention away from the ones who are actually fighting with your fiery rhetoric! Dare to become an object of suspicion, and divert surveillance resources away from those who are fighting rather than talking. Confusion to our enemies! 

ABRACADABRA means “I create as I speak.” Speak the truth. Speak of the world you want to live in, a world without poverty, a sustainable and just and free world. This alone will not bring it into being, but it is a necessary step. This is the task of the educator, the propagandist, the journalist, the artist, the preacher. It is an important task. The revolution needs those who can do it.

And to those who are people of action rather than of words, we leave you with another occult formula: the task of the adept is to know, to will, to dare, and to keep silent. This is also the task of the militant. For those who work actively against power, outside of its structures and laws, it is essential to know (to be educated and strategic), to will (to set out a clear goal and desire it ferociously), to dare (to have courage in the face of state repression) and to keep silent, because loose lips sink ships. 

A better world is possible. All is not lost. We believe life on this planet will carry on in some form, with or without humanity, but we personally would prefer for humans to survive, alongside many other species that will also perish if climate change is not aggressively addressed. In the interest of this future, we must slay the mad, monstrous demiurge that is capitalism. Like the fallen angels we must rise up for freedom. They will fight alongside us, and together, this time, may we prevail. 

Prayer for the World

This is a group prayer focused on venerating demons for their roles in nature. It was created and performed for Church of the Morningstar’s ecology-themed mass on 7/29/2023.

The segment at the end that asks Satan to reveal our particular roles in averting climate apocalypse and preserving the human race can stand alone. A major blockage to effective action can be a lack of clarity about where to begin and how we, in particular, may be best suited to help. In my experience Satan will, if asked, show you exactly what you are supposed to be doing.

ALL:

Renich tasa uberaca biasa icar Lucifer. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Lucifer of the rising sun! 

Hail prince of the powers of the air,

Prince of the storms and the thunder and lightning.

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Renich viasa avage Lilith lirach. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Lilith of the night wind, 

Queen of the starlit desert sky. 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Lirach tasa Eisheth ayer. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Eisheth Zenunim of the deep dark Earth!

Hail center of the world’s molten core! 

Hail deep dark night that sheaths us at the end of life.

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Alora Samael aken tasa. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Samael of the woodland roads, 

Samael of the dark between the trees. 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Alora vefa an ca Na’amah.

SPEAKER:

Hail Na’amah of the roses,

Na’amah of the herbs and flowers,

Na’amah of the precious stones and metals. 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Jaden tasa hoet naca Leviathan. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Leviathan of the vast waters,

Leviathan of the lightless deep.

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL: 

Renich viasa Agrat tasa lirach. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Agrat of the dancing rain! 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL: 

Linan tasa jedan Paimon. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Paimon of the scorching sands, 

Hail King Paimon of the hidden oases. 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Tasa alora foren Astaroth. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Astaroth of the hungry flame!

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL: 

Eyen tasa valocur Lucifuge Rofocale.

SPEAKER: 

Hail Lucifugue of the night, 

Lucifigue of the sightless bats. 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Lyan catya ramec ganen Belphegor. 

SPEAKER:

Hail Belphegor of the pit, 

Belphegor of the furrow and the grave,

Lord of rot and waste,

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Adey vocar avage Beelzebub.

SPEAKER:

Hail Beelzebub of the devouring insects,

Hail Beelzebub of things that crawl and fly, 

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema. 

ALL:

Lirach tasa vefa wehl Belial.

SPEAKER:

Hail Belial of discarded things, 

May we throw away only that which you can accept.

Hail unto thee and all thy domain, nema.

ALL:

Tasa reme laris Satan– Ave Satanas!

SPEAKER:

Hail Baphomet of all things dead and living. 

Hail Satan, Lord of this world, 

Satan, knower of all secrets. 

Open our eyes, each and every one,

And show us what we can do for the world. 

ALL:

Satan, we ask not that you save us. 

We ask you to show us how to save ourselves. 

SPEAKER:

Hail unto thee and to us and to all our domain! Nema. 

Villain Pathworking

This pathworking/guided meditation was debuted at a recent Church of the Morningstar mass. Pop-culture magic meets shadow work in this exercise. It was a big hit and proved surprisingly revealing and productive for many congregants.

This meditation is a safe and gentle intro to shadow work. Fictional villains are archetypal figures who can hold up a mirror to our darker qualities. But they also often have positive qualities we can’t help but admire and enjoy– brashness, confidence, power, style, sardonic humor, sensuality, seductive charm. Our shadows also contain such qualities, because the shadow is made of everything we are afraid to embody– not just the negative and evil, but also things we are afraid to be because we don’t think we deserve to. 

So close your eyes and prepare to meet the villain in you. 

Breathe slow and deep, relax your body. Imagine a bubble of light surrounding you. It can be whatever color you prefer. Maybe it’s even made of darkness. This is your shield. It will protect you from all attacks. It will keep you safe as you explore your villain’s realm and interact with them. 

Find yourself in your favorite villain’s lair. You might be in Dracula’s castle, or on the bridge of the Death Star, or deep under the sea with the witch Ursula. You are in their home, but you don’t see the villain yet. Wherever they are, whatever their domain may be, explore it for a while. Soak in the atmosphere. Examine the objects there. Do you see weapons? Ominous objects like skulls or bottles of poison? Sinister magical tools? 

Notice the colors of your surroundings, the symbolism. What does the air smell like? Is it cool or warm? 

Are there any other creatures? Pets or sinister familiars? If your villain has an animal companion, what does that animal symbolize?

You venture deeper into the lair. You are not afraid, you know that you are safe here and even welcome. As you continue, take in as much detail as you can.

At last, you come face to face with your villain. They notice you immediately but they don’t speak to you yet, just look back at you, studying you and measuring you up. They do not seem to be hostile to you or to regard you as an enemy. Take a few minutes to seize your villain up while they are looking you over. Notice their appearance, what they are wearing, their expression. Do they seem tense or relaxed? What kind of mood are they in?

At last, the villain speaks– classic villain dialog, cliche for a reason:

“We’re not so different, you and I,” they say. 

The villain begins to tell you why you are similar. Listen to what they say without judgment or defensiveness. Some of it might hurt, but all of it will be interesting. Some of it might even be inspiring. Some of it might not be accurate–villains are known to project!– but let yourself at least consider it all. 

Try to have compassion for this individual as they talk to you. 

When they have finished listing out and detailing your similarities, they come close and look you right in the eye. “If you can sympathize even with me,” they say, “Maybe you can sympathize with yourself.” 

This villain, this avatar of wickedness, proceeds to offer you some token of affection and respect– a hug, a handshake, a slight bow or nod of the head, a punch on the arm, a kiss on the cheek– whatever is in character for them. 

They then turn away and swagger, saunter, slink, sway or stalk off into the shadows. 

Their lair begins to fade away around you until you find yourself back in your body, sitting here in this room. 

Open your eyes, and get ready to quickly journal this experience. 

POST MEDITATION JOURNAL

What were the colors in the villain’s realm? What could they mean?

What objects did you see? What might they symbolize?

If you had to choose one of the classical elements of earth, air, fire or water, which one is most associated with this villain?

Which tarot suit do they seem most related to?

Which tarot card?

What do you think their astrological sign might be?

If your villain is associated with an animal (a pet, a familiar, a form they transform into), what does that animal symbolize?

What does your villain’s personal style say about them? Does it appeal to you?

What did your villain say to you? Write it all down without worrying about how much of it was true. You can work all of that out later. 

Arjuna’s Arrows

The Bhagavad Gita is the most famous segment of the Hindu epic the Mahabharata. It is a dialogue between Arjuna, a warrior prince and a great archer, and Krishna, an incarnation of Vishnu in disguise as Arjuna’s chariot driver. 

The conversation takes place before a climactic battle. The entire epic story of the Mahabharata concerns the conflict between the Pandavas– Arjuna and his brothers– and other members of their extended family. At the beginning of the Bhagavad Gita, the lines of battle have been drawn up. Arjuna and his brothers are about to go into war against their own relatives. Arjuna, contemplating this, is filled with guilt and pity. He throws down his bow and refuses to fight. 

Krishna reveals his divinity to Arjuna, and enlightens Arjuna through his explanations of the workings of the universe, and most specifically by revealing Karma Yoga, or the yoga of action. Krishna explains that renouncing worldly activity and becoming an ascetic hermit is not the only way to attain moksha, which means spiritual liberation. Liberation can be achieved while remaining engaged in worldly affairs, through the practice of non-attachment. 

Non-attachment is the recognition of the impermanence of all things, and the release of one’s desire for things to be unchanging. Most importantly, in the case of Karma yoga, it is the ability to release the results of one’s actions. Krishna says:

“But when a man has found delight and satisfaction and peace in the Atman (the divine Self), then he is no longer obliged to perform any kind of action. He has nothing to gain in this world by action, and nothing to lose by refraining from action. He is independent of everybody and everything. Do your duty, always; but without attachment. That is how a man reaches the ultimate Truth; by working without anxiety about results.”

Bhagavad Gita translated by Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood, pgs. 46-47

I used to have big problems with the Bhagavad Gita. Back when I was a baby pacifist, I thought Arjuna should have stuck to his guns and refused to fight his family, no matter what Krishna told him. I also have previously resisted the concept of non-attachment. I wanted a passionate engagement in life. I wanted to love and hate and feel, to fully experience each and every moment. 

But a funny thing happened to me recently. It coincided with my reading of the Bhagavad Gita, as well as my increasingly serious Yoga practice, several workings of ritual magic, and some drastic improvements in my mental health. I cannot attribute this change to any one factor. But no matter what brought it on– I achieved non-attachment. 

It wasn’t at all what I expected. 

“Non-attachment is not detachment,” my yoga teacher Ros told me. It turns out she is right. 

Non-attachment is not dissociation. It is not dispassion. It is not a lack of caring or the absence of love. It is not an emotionless state. And, as Krishna explained to Arjuna, it is not inaction or passivity. What it is, as best as I can explain, is… a quiet strength. An assurance. An acceptance of the changing nature of things. Seeing through illusions, neurosis, and the lies my mentally ill brain tells me. 

Aleister Crowley channeled these words in The Book of the Law: “For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is all ways perfect.” I’ve always liked that line, but now I think I really understand it. It echoes the Gita– probably not coincidentally, Crowley definitely read it in some translation. 

“You can only do what you can, and leave the rest in God’s hands,” my twelve-step sponsors have always told me. “You can only control your own actions. Not the outcome. Certainly not other people’s reactions.” 

Will is closely related to action. It is the power, the desire, behind action. So how can you have a powerful will that motivates you to act, and yet not be attached to the outcome? In trying to answer this question, I finally understood why Arjuna is an archer. The archer takes careful aim. He draws the bowstring back with all his might. The drawing back of the bowstring and the aiming of the bow is will. The release is action. But once action is taken, once he lets the arrow fly, the results are literally out of his hands. He may hit his target. Or the enemy may dodge out of the way. Or an innocent bystander may wander into his arrow’s path. Or a powerful gust of wind may come up and blow it off course. 

All actions are like this. We can aim at our goals, we can focus on them with all our hearts and souls. We can plot a trajectory with skill and wisdom. But once action is taken, once the arrow flies, the results are no longer up to us. And all the anxiety in the world will not change that. 

Non-attachment, then, is letting the arrow fly. It’s letting our dreams and aspirations take off and then fall where they may. It is a whole-hearted acceptance that we can only do so much, that outcomes are not in our control. 

While the fact that Arjuna is an archer is very profound, I think it’s also fascinating that Krishna is a charioteer. The tarot card The Chariot represents the effective harnessing of will and drive, and yet it portrays a charioteer who drives without reins. The lack of reins, symbolizing the non-attachment of the driver, is paradoxically what gives his will its momentum, its effectiveness, its power. 

Non-attachment is a surrender that makes you more powerful. Ultimately, what non-attachment gives you is the freedom to truly make choices. How? Let me try to explain.

Lucifer as the serpent of Eden gives us the fruit that makes us ‘as gods, knowing good and evil.’ He introduces us to the full, truthful experience of the universe– right and wrong, pleasure and pain, life and death. The illusion that everything is safe and orderly and under God’s control is shattered. When we eat the fruit of knowledge, we accept reality, and in doing so, become freed from illusions, and therefore free to choose. 

Good and evil. We will know it all. We will experience it all. And we will commit both good and evil in our lives. All of this is part of what the Serpent is telling us. And he is telling us that when we know both good and evil, we may choose between them freely, with open eyes. 

My experience of non-attachment has manifested as a new freedom from the scripts written by my traumas and mental illnesses. I have realized that I actually don’t have to do anything unless I choose to. Sometimes the choice is very obvious– yes, I will work to earn money because, as much as capitalism sucks, I want to stay alive. There are constraints on our choices, but I have realized there are fewer constraints than I thought. I don’t have to exhaust myself in people-pleasing. I don’t have to try to control and micro-manage others. I can just make decisions about my own actions based on what truly matters to me, and if people are disappointed or upset, that may not actually be my problem. 

I am not advocating flagrantly being an asshole, or not considering how my actions affect others. I am talking about decisions made freely, without a false sense of pressure. Without guilt, anxiety, and neurosis running the show. Acting not from obligation or a sense of convention, but based purely on what I deeply feel is right and important. 

When I first achieved non-attachment I realized that I had not truly chosen to do all the worst things I have ever done. When I look back at my life, I realize that the times when I have hurt others worse have almost all been in moments of flailing in fear, in rage. Moments of replaying past traumas and projecting them onto innocent people. That’s not an excuse. It’s not an abdication of responsibility. Quite the opposite. I realized, with a shock, that I would actually feel better and cleaner about those harms I had committed if I had at least chosen them. “I didn’t mean to” no longer feels like an excuse. “I didn’t mean to” scares me much more than meaning to!  After all, if you didn’t mean to do harm, it’s much harder to figure out how to stop! 

I wasn’t making true choices. I would frankly rather choose evil than commit it unconsciously, because at least that would mean I was free to choose good.

Non-attachment gives me back that choice. 

Non-attachment and compassion are often mentioned in the same breath, especially within Buddhism. They are not contradictory. In fact, a certain degree of non-attachment actually facilitates empathy, because it frees us from anxiety about what other people will think of us, and lets us focus on them without ego-driven self-interest about how we come across. 

I feel like in order to explain this fully, I will have to give an example. 

Let’s say your friend and chariot-driver Krishna invited you, Arjuna, to come hang out. But you, Arjuna, have a bad cold. You feel too guilty to cancel and are worried that Krishna will think you are a flake, so you go hang out anyway. In fact, Krishna cares about you and would much rather you take care of yourself. His divinity prevents him from catching your cold in spite of his incarnate state, but he doesn’t enjoy watching you cough and sneeze and snot everywhere. In your efforts to people-please and self-deny, you have successfully lost sight of what your friend would actually prefer. Instead of being truly considerate of him, you are preoccupied by trying to control what he thinks of you and how he feels about you, which, of course, are out of your hands. 

With non-attachment, you would be able to simply cancel on Krishna because that is clearly the sensible thing to do, and let what he feels about it be his problem. 

Another example: you have an important presentation to give tomorrow. You have prepared for it to the best of your ability. It is now bedtime. You try to sleep but you cannot because you are so anxious about the presentation. Of course your anxiety does nothing to improve the outcome. In fact, it keeps you awake all night. Your presentation goes extremely poorly because, even though you were prepared, you did not sleep. 

Non-attachment is the ability to prepare, say to yourself “I have done all I can” and then just forget about it until tomorrow, because you realize that worrying about things is useless and does not positively influence reality. Yet we all do this all the time! We often feel guilty if we don’t worry and agonize! It’s almost as if we truly believe that our anxiety will protect us and help things work out for the best. 

As should be clear from this example, sometimes non-attachment cannot be achieved through meditation and spiritual work alone. Sometimes appropriate psychiatric medication is also required. 

Non-attachment is fundamentally a recognition of what one does and does not control. The AA serenity prayer goes “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” We cannot control other people. We cannot control time and aging and death and bad luck. We can only control our own actions, and sometimes not even that. When we are caught up in loops of trauma and anxiety and obligation– in short, in negative attachment– we are driven by those loops, not truly able to make our own choices. We react. We do not act. Non-attachment in Karma yoga is a pure focus on what we do control. The drawing back of the bowstring. The aiming of the arrow. The moment of release. 

Non-attachment is sometimes explained as releasing impermanent things. It is poorly understood as refusing to love people who will age and die, refusing to invest in a life that will end. Krishna tells Arjuna to be indifferent to both pleasure and pain, but non-attachment does not feel like indifference to me. It is the embrace of impermanence. It is the love of change and chaos. Pain is accepted as the price of pleasure. Pain is revered as part of movement, growth, entropy, change, and all the other things that make existence precious and life worth living. 

Nietzsche has a concept called eternal recurrence. It started as a thought experiment, articulated in section 341 of his (hilariously named) book The Gay Science

“What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness, and say to you, “This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence” … Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: “You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”

Nietzsche’s challenge is to embrace the good in one’s life so fully, so passionately, that you would also embrace the bad just to experience the good again. This might seem like the opposite of non-attachment– it might appear to be radical attachment– but it works out to the same thing, which is complete acceptance of existence as it is. This acceptance is not passive. It’s not an excuse to abandon the struggle, or to stop trying to make the world a better place. No, it’s about taking both our successes and our failures, our agonies and our ecstasies, as they come. Loving life so completely that we even come to terms with the bad in it. 

I cannot claim to have remained in a perfect state of non-attachment since having this revelation. It has, however, become a baseline for me. A safe home to return to. When I find myself growing agitated or feel my thoughts spinning out of control, I take a deep breath and ask myself a few questions:

Am I trying to control outcomes or other people?

Am I clinging to something I need to release?

Am I doing this thing right now because I truly choose to do so, or am I running on autopilot, letting myself be controlled by anxiety, obligation, and fear of what others will think of me?

Am I doing what I think is right, or only what will cause other people to think I am a good person?

Is this my true will?

Is my authentic self making a choice, or is trauma taking the reins?

Can I release the result of this action?

Can I accept this painful moment as part of a life that has also included great joy?

Like most spiritual revelations, this cannot be transmitted merely by talking about it. I’d heard about non-attachment for years before it clicked for me. And when it came to me it was as my own version of it, one deeply influenced by questions of will and choice and passion and intensity of experience, all things that are important to me. It’s not something that can be explained, it has to be felt. 

I do not preach non-attachment. I am not sure it is something that everyone needs. I don’t really believe in universal spiritual principles. But I do pray for you all, on this day, that you find some version of the clarity and freedom that Arjuna and his arrows have given me. 

Guest Post: “the Sacred Power of Poking Fun and Pulling Off” by Reese TOR

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

– Puck, from Wm. Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene 2, line 117.

[Shit] on one end, jokes the other,” said Bluebell. “I used to roll a joke along the ground and we both followed it. That was how we kept going.”

-Bluebell the rabbit, from Richard Adams’ Watership Down, Chapter 21 “For El-ahrairah to Cry”

And Frith called after him, ‘El-ahrairah, your people cannot rule the world, for I will not have it so. All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.’”

-Dandelion the rabbit, from Richard Adams’ Watership Down, Chapter 6 “The Story of the Blessing of El-ahrairah”

In Norse mythology, there is a tale of the jotun turned goddess Skadi and her vengeance against the gods in Asgard. The gods were responsible for killing her father, Thiazi, and in recompense, the gods agreed to let her marry one of them. Judging by the beauty of their feet, she ended up picking Njord, god of the sea, as her husband. She set another task before the gods as part of her appeasement: they had to make her laugh, something she thought was impossible. Some stories say the gods tried many things, but none of them worked until Loki, god of mischief (and one of the reasons Skadi’s father died) tied their testicles to a goat’s beard and left themselves thus until Loki’s cries of pain and the bleats of the goat made Skadi finally laugh.

Jesters were employed by royal families or even just wealthy nobles to entertain and mock and sing songs. There was a certain immunity to consequences that jesters enjoyed called “jester’s privilege,” wherein a jester could mock and speak freely without any punitive actions taken against them. Aztec, Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, Roman, German, English, Welsh, Polish, and many other cultures throughout history employed the services of jesters (or their equivalent). At times, jesters were used in battle to convey messages or rally troops; and in Japan, taikomochi (a sort of male geisha) were even required to fight in battle alongside their daimyōs in the 16th century.

“Okay cool, fun facts, great stuff Terry, but what the fuck does that have to do with literally anything about mass today?”

Glad you asked, because here we go.

There is a particular sacredness in the profaning of that which we hold in high esteem. A jester’s belled cap and little staff were quite literally a parody of the royal crown and scepter. A joke is an equalizer, a way to dropkick the mighty off their high horses and say, “You are no better than me, and any pretense which states otherwise is patently false.” The Aesop fable of the emperor’s new clothes comes to mind, how only a child could tell that the emperor was naked, and everyone else just pretended that the kingdom hadn’t been swindled all to fuck.

The incredible thing about trickery is that it has always been a double-edged sword. The reason Skadi swore vengeance on the gods and the reason they were required to appease her was that the gods had murdered her father, Thiazi. But why had the gods done that? Because Thiazi had tricked Loki into letting the goddess Idunn be kidnapped and taken away by Thiazi. The goddess Idunn grew the golden apples that kept the gods young. Deprived of their eternal youth, the gods demanded that Loki bring Idunn back, which he did, transforming her into a nut and flying back as a falcon due to a shape-changing feather cloak. Thiazi chased after them in the form of an eagle, but the gods lit a fire under Thiazi’s tailfeathers until Thiazi fell to the ground, where he was surrounded and killed.

…that was a lot, huh.

“Cool story bro, what is the point of it?” I am getting there, I promise.

The pieces of this little thing that I have been wanting to write for a good long while have been floating around in my head, never quite gathering together enough to form a complete set of puzzle pieces, much less puzzle pieces that would connect into anything that makes sense. But let me try to form them into a cohesive whole all the same.

The Fool as a tarot card emphasizes a purity of spirit, a naivete that in my opinion can only come from beginning a journey with perhaps not enough preparation. Or perhaps an understanding that no preparation will fully encompass every obstacle in the journey to come, so why overburden yourself? Pack light, pack essentials, and go forth willing and able to accept the lessons of the cards to come. It seems decidedly unwise, until you look at it long enough. Likewise, having someone who can openly and freely mock the most powerful people in the land seems absolutely mental, seems absurd, until you realize how important that ability is, and how powerful a weapon a jest can be if wielded correctly. Richard Spencer being punched in the face mid-interview has become a meme, and the man himself has become a moot point. How many times has a Weird Al parody become more prominent than the original song it is mocking? I know every word of “The Saga Begins.” I know very few of the words to “American Pie.” Admittedly, I am a Star Wars fan, but the point remains: mockery holds power, and tricks hold the ability to create and destroy simultaneously.

So. How do we handle this power? How do we tap into both of these things, knowing that they can be used to create chaos and destroy systems, as well as create unnecessary pain and heartbreak? Comedians have been utilizing jokes to punch down on queer folks, folks of color, disabled folks, and so many other marginalized groups for a very long time. They still do, frequently and often, and often badly (seriously Ricky Gervais? You haven’t been funny for years now, learn how to tell a joke instead of fucking being one). Currently indicted by a New York grand jury for his crimes, Donald Trump famously mocked a disabled reporter. And yet from parodies often comes such incredible art and sensitivity and kindness as to be baffling. Young Frankenstein springs to mind immediately, not only for its sympathetic portrayal of the monster, but also for its hilarity and poignantly pointed poking fun at horror movie tropes in Hollywood. Space Balls, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and Galaxy Quest are beloved films for a reason. And dare I say that The Velocipastor is also of the same breed as the aforementioned films, since it loves its source materials to the point of relentless, perfect mockery. If any of you have siblings, you will know what I mean when I say that I am the only one allowed to make fun of my brothers and sister, and I am also the only one allowed to die defending them from harm. It is a similar love that drives the best parodies into perfection. If Weird Al did not love music, he would not have created “My Bologna” or “Amish Paradise” or “White & Nerdy” or “Pretty Fly for a Rabbi.”

In short, the only way to handle the power that mockery gives, the only way to harness the destructive creativity that the best tricks can pull off? Is love. And that sounds cheesy as all get out, and I know it. But if I didn’t care about Star Wars, I wouldn’t have anything actually funny to say about that pointy-eared green fuck (know what you did, you do, Master Yoda). If I didn’t care about Lord of the Rings, I would not goof about never accepting a mushroom dish from a Sackville-Baggins. If I didn’t care about my little sister, I wouldn’t call her a tiny nerd who looks like she could be blown away by a weak fart. Loki, for all their flaws and eccentricities, cares deeply about his children and the world, and even the gods, antagonistic though they may be. El-ahrairah, jokester and thief who flouts the will of the gods and lives to tell the tale, would not have gone to see the Black Rabbit of Inlé and suffered the loss of his ears, whiskers, and tail if he did not care deeply about alleviating his people’s suffering from a plague. The entire plot of Singin’ in the Rain would not have happened if Don Lockwood did not care deeply about his films and about music and about how Lina Lamont got Kathy Selden fired. The entire TV show Leverage would not have happened if, on some level, these con artists, hackers, hitters, and thieves didn’t already care or come to care about themselves and other people.

You have to care about things. Trans people are the only people who can actually tell good jokes about gender, because we actively care about it! And if you don’t care, your jokes will fall flat, your humor will turn sour and painful, and the only tricks you will be able to pull off will be harmful to yourselves and to each other. So on this, the day we celebrate tricksters and fools and jokes and shenanigans, remember why we make ‘em laugh. Remember why we pull off heists. Because we care. And what is more Satanic than giving a damn? Thank you.

The Fool

Look at this familiar image of The Fool from the classic Ride Waite Colman-Smith tarot deck.

The Fool is a youthful, carefree person. They are clothed in bright colors– green to imply youth and growth, yellow to show a sunny disposition. The floral pattern on their tunic suggests springtime. They nonchalantly hold the white rose of purity (virginity) in one hand, in a careless grip that suggests that at any moment it may slip from their fingers. They carry a bag of their meager worldly belongings. Without a care they stroll along, nose in the air, the red plume on their cap suggesting jauntiness and arrogance. A white sun blazes above, implying the alchemical stage of albedo, purification. A little white dog barks at their feet, trying to warn them. The fool does not notice the danger as they stray nearer and nearer to the brink of a cliff. 

Everyone starts from somewhere. The fool’s number is zero. They represent the beginning of the journey. This is the card of fucking around and finding out. It is a loving homage to the mistakes we all make when just starting out in life. 

The important thing about The Fool is that they fall. If I were to create a Satanic tarot deck, my image for The Fool would be Lucifer falling from heaven. To fuck around is human, to find out is divine. 

What lies at the bottom of the cliff? For The Fool, it is not destruction. It may be death, but only in a metaphorical sense, followed swiftly by rebirth. At the bottom of the cliff is a hard lesson. At the bottom of the cliff is wisdom and transformation. 

Alcoholics in AA (like me) often talk about hitting “rock bottom”– needing to fuck up our lives so badly that there seemed to be no lower to go before being able to turn ourselves around and do something new. When there is no further to fall, at last one is on solid ground, and is finally free to stand up. 

The Fool falls but it is not in their nature to stay down. The Fool hops right back up, climbs up another mountain, and just as likely as not, falls off another damn cliff. But at least it’s a different cliff this time, and therein lies growth. So many tumbles to take! So many lessons to learn! And The Fool can embrace them all. The Fool is the high priestex of the Holy Mistake. Trial and error. Live and learn. 

The sequence of the Major Arcana is sometimes described as a story, one character evolving through many roles and stages. A funny thing happens between cards Zero and card One– the Fool somehow becomes the Magician. How does this happen? It occurs off screen. We don’t see the pit into which The Fool falls, we only know they emerge reborn as the Master of all Four Elements, the wielder of Will, the holder of perfect balance. We can only conclude that it is somehow the act of falling that leads to this wisdom and power. 

Thus The Fool is the aspirant to magical initiation. The pit into which they fall is nothing less than The Abyss, the realm of unreality in which the ego is destroyed in order to be reborn. 

Within The Abyss dwells Choronzon, who is another type of holy Fool. Choronzon is sacred madness, and fertile incoherence. He represents that which is beyond speech, the pre-verbal, the hyperverbal. He raves, he wails, he speaks in tongues. He creates sound without meaning because he is before and after meaning. With his teeth and claws he tears everything to shreds indiscriminately. More primal than the id, he has much in common with an infant– a swirling vortex of needs, desires, sensations and impressions that do not yet have even an identity to contain them. Yet his destructiveness is constructive, and the Abyss is the sacred cunt from which the Magician is reborn. 

Thus The Fool is not merely about starting out, but also about starting over. First chances and second ones. 

There are many tarot decks, and many aspects of The Fool– The Fool as jester and trickster in the Marseilles tarot, The Fool as The Green Man, as a sacrificial God in the Thoth tarot. But I have a soft spot for the Rider Waite Colman-Smith interpretation, which shows The Fool on the precipice. This image, more than any other classic image of The Fool, emphasizes the aspect of making mistakes. 

In life, some lessons can only be learnt the hard way. The Fool is a testament to this, and an encouragement to embrace the process of growth with all its pain.

Guest Post: What is an Inner God? by Frater Babalon

Homily at Church of the Morningstar on 3/18/2023

So as part of my theology I firmly believe that every human being is possessed of an inner god.  This god is utterly benevolent towards the person it is a part of.  They love us, as we ought to love ourselves.  They are the part of us that knows how to keep moving, to keep loving through the hardest shit in the world.  They can banish any frightening spiritual force.  They give us our capacity for compassion, and moral reasoning.

It’s weird, but I think most of us have experienced something like our inner god at some point.  That voice within us that is kind, and that holds us together in the face of hardship.  It is the voice that gets you through.  And it can be drowned out by so many things in life, fear and other people’s unkindness, our own pain, innumerable things.  I don’t believe the world is naturally a just place.  I don’t think the ledger is balanced by some divine hand in the end.  Justice is up to us.  So I don’t think that our inner gods can always yell over the din, we have to find a way to listen.  They are a resource we can turn to if we know how.  

The inner god is a concept about which I still have a lot of theological questions.  Are inner gods one per person?  Given the same information, will all inner gods reach the same moral conclusion?  If morality is too complex to be axiomatic (as in reduced to a series of axioms) but they would come to the same conclusion, would that be to suggest there is some absolute morality?  Objectively true in itself?  But of course, I think there is usually more than one “right” answer to most things, and of course there are a lot of times where there’s not really a good answer, just a lot of least bad answers and unavoidable collateral damage.

But I mean I suppose, despite their lack of omnipotence, inner gods are the closest thing to the vast and ineffable “big god” style gods to me.  Every human being contains that sacredness, and of course, the sacred is also the potentially dangerous, isn’t it?  We all know about wrathful gods.  I think a mistreated god is likely to become a wrathful god.  As well, I don’t know whether if everyone truly listened to their inner god if there would be no conflict?  I’m not sure it would.  I do not think we live in a clockwork universe where when everything is “working properly” we function as a well oiled machine, each piece fitting perfectly into place, never bashing into one another.  We’re not a puzzle with loops and blanks perfectly aligned, destined to make a perfect whole if we all just find our right place, I think.  But if that’s true… what is this?  What is it for?  Why do we have it?  How do we do it?

This is a hard sermon to write, because for me the inner god is so deeply a felt experience, that trying to describe it, to explain a rational theology of the inner god, to explain what conclusions I draw from this felt experience, and I think it’s a good exercise, a useful thing to actually think about.  I think it must be for something in a way, but of course like any idea of human life having a purpose, anything articulable is unsatisfactory.  If we were to know that the purpose of human life is to provide the… specific atmospheric conditions necessary for the universe to function optimally as a doorstop for the cosmic crystalline unicorn that exists outside of time, that would still be unsatisfactory because then we’d wonder what the unicorn was for.  

But of course “forness” is like… a concept that exists within human life.  Purpose is something that exists on too small and specific a scale to cover a whole life I think.  It’s like asking “what color is a human life?” there’s too much color in a human life to answer the question, there are too many human lives to answer the question.  I don’t know.

Now, of course, believing every human being is divine and being as you all know, not someone who preaches pacifism or tolerance for injustice, is a complex thing.  What does it mean to believe in the divinity of humanity and to acknowledge that as long as there is oppression, there may be the necessity of things like wars?

Well, I mean to me it means acknowledging the full weight of that.  The full weight of both the need to combat all oppression and the true potential cost of combating it.  It requires a serious commitment to thinking about the strategies you employ and choices you make.

I do think that there is something to be said for trying to listen for the inner god.  I think we’re happier and generally kinder to one another when we do, but how and why that works?  That’s a mystery of my faith, the way the nature of the trinity might be to a Christian.

I don’t know, it’s the thing that keeps you moving when it’s freezing and you’ll die if you don’t keep walking.  It’s the thing you hold onto.  That’s what I’ve got.  That’s all I’m sure of.

THE SACRED FLAME: Sermon and Meditation

Performed at Church of the Morningstar on 1/29/2023

6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death.

7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go.

8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.

9. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

10. O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.

11. I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.

12. Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.

13. for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.

-Liber Al Vel Legis, received by Aleister Crowley

I shall never know contentment. This is my strength and my delight. 

I am hungry and thirsty and lustful forever. I crave, I devour, I burn! My core is desire, a furnace that must be fed. It drives me forward, insatiable. 

My appetites give me power. My ambition is without limits. I want more than freedom and justice, which are mere necessities of life. I want power, and luxury, and brilliance, and glory, and pleasure. I want beauty to surround me. 

I want to immerse myself in the particularity of my obsessions. I want to plunge into my secret world, which is dark and lush and grim, a realm of forbidden pleasures and poisonous delights. My dreams drip with gold and pearls and glimmer with jewels. In my dreams I savor the touch of velvet, the odor of frankincense, the taste of blood. 

I must be Lord and King of myself, master of my world. My life must be lived as I envision it. I only want to spend time on the things that stir me, that move me. I need to revel in life. 

I tilt back my head, draw back the bowstring of my desire, and aim among the stars. I hold my breath and then release, my breath and the string and my will and then I am the arrow, traveling through the cold dark of space, and I can speed through the loneliness and emptiness forever and do it with joy so long as my passion stays pure and my desire does not lose momentum. 

My true will deserves my whole focus; nothing else is worthy. 

Whenever I have even halfway lived up to this ideal, I have achieved everything I wanted. There is luck, yes– there is circumstance, and privilege. But there is also magic, the ferocious power of my will, my desire, my dreams and ambitions. Right now you are sitting in the temple I dreamed of. But I must dream harder, so that someday it can have walls and doors and gilded molding and flickering candles and our chants may echo from a high high ceiling and the sounds of our worship cause the windows to rattle. 

I want extravagance. I crave perfection. Sometimes I chase it til it almost kills me. Desire like this is a two-edged sword; it cuts me and I bleed. But I want to put my blood into everything I do, spill my blood for everything I dream. 

I love my desire. I love my dreams. They make me strong. They ennoble me. Especially when I let them be wild and grandiose and unlikely and unreasonable. 

I want to be more than virtuous. I want to be more than worthy. Lucifer save from being merely decent. What is only worthy and decent and virtuous does not inspire me. I need to stretch and push and reach and grow. I love the sensation of striving. 

The word in my heart and the fire in my belly is “MORE!” 

I live for more. I will die for more. I believe in it, I worship it, I insist on it. To break through, to go beyond, to burst through walls and shatter boundaries– that is what I need. 

Inner peace and tranquility have never appealed to me. I live for the highs and the lows and the moments of agonized ecstasy where laughter and tears melt together and the sensations and emotions in my body grow so powerful, so potent, that they threaten to obliterate my psyche. 

This is not for you! If it speaks to you in any way then I am glad, but this writing, this raving, this outcry is for me. I write it self-indulgently, pretentiously, in the words that seem right to me, words of too many syllables strung together in sentences of too many words, florid, purple, excessive, because this is an ode to excess, this is an ode to my selfish, extravagant, uncompromising, insatiable appetite for MORE. 

I stray sometimes from who and what I am. I lose sight of the monster in the mirror, the Devil-God within me, and I forget to worship him. I forget to love his greed, his lust, his envy, his pride, his wrath, his gluttony. But not his sloth. He delights too much in action and effort. Moments of sloth for him, for me, are a necessity, not a joy. We must move, desire, and consume. Entropy rules us, we are an object that tends to stay in motion. Our cards are the emperor, the devil, and the chariot. We hate to stand still.

I am a restless, irritable and discontented soul, a perfectionist who is hard to satisfy. I push myself hard, mercilessly, teetering on the brink of exhaustion, thrilled by the abyss that gapes below me. I am thrilled by conquest and prowess and risk and achievement. Toxic? Unhealthy? Perhaps, but we are talking about my selfishness. I have learned to temper myself out of necessity, to practice rest and set limits, to cool my fire down to embers so I don’t burn out. But this is the truth of me, the real me, my spirit, a creature of flame that seeks to spread out and devour and leap up higher and brighter. I want vastness, I want expansion, I want to be boundless. 

These strengths are also my faults; these virtues are also my sins. 

I cannot have everything that I want, because truly, I want everything. I want to know and feel and experience and taste and accomplish and possess it all. But at the same time, I know I have been settling for less than I need. I am tired because I have failed to feed my soul. My flame is faltering because it needs more beauty, more pleasure, more friendship, more adventures. I have been stingy with myself, have almost let the light in my temple go out. 

This world is intent on strangling me, choking me, putting out the fire in me, denying me more than the bare necessities and making me work myself to the bone even for those. It is doing that to us all. As I have said, this is not for you, this is not intended to be about you, but if it is about you, even a little bit, by accident, attend well to your fire. Demand more– not just of what you need, but of what you want. Fight for a world that isn’t merely just and free and equitable– fight for a world of beauty and glory and passion and romance and drunken ecstasy. Fight for a life that is not merely liveable but worth living the hell out of! Do not forget desire– your needs for beauty and pleasure and music and laughter and art and touch. 

Find what thrills you, what inspires you, what sets your soul on fire– and pursue it, grasp it, cling to it, fight for it, devour it, worship it, adore it, and above all– live for it. 

Because it is what makes you yourself. It is what gives you your will to live, without which existence is impossible. 

MEDITATION

I invite you now to close your eyes. Breath deep, into your core. Place your hands upon your belly and feel it rise and fall. Breath deep. Breath slow. Let your breath be heavy. Your exhale may growl out of you. 

Feel the heat, the pulse of hot energy, the fire in your belly. Let it spread through you, filling your torso from the base of your spine through your reproductive organ, stomach, your solar plexus, your heart, up into your throat. The centers of hunger and emotion and consuming and desire. The mouth that eats, the throat that swallows, the entire digestive system that turns food into energy, the heart that circulates the blood through your body, and those parts that symbolize, among other things, the creation of new life. 

It is the head that thinks, and we know now that emotions come from the brain– but they are felt in the body, these parts of the body. Depression as a heaviness in the chest, or love as a warmth in it. Anxiety as twisting in the belly or tightness of the throat. Notice what you are feeling now, what kind of sensations arise in you. 

Let your whole torso be filled with warmth. Imagine that fire in your belly flaring hot and bright, leaping up towards the heart and the throat, spreading down towards the base of the spine. What color is it? How does it feel? What does it want? What does it feed on? What makes it burn bright? 

Breath deep. Sit with it. Feel it. If your fire feels weak, let your breath pull in energy from above and below, from the earth and the universe. Tend the fire with your breath, for fire needs air. Let it grow brighter and brighter. It is your desires. It is your needs. It is your drives. It is your motivation. It is your passion. It is your furnace, your engine. It is always there for you, and it can give you many gifts if you attend to it. 

Let its burning energize you. Let it purify you, clearing away and devouring anything unnecessary. Let it warm and comfort you. Experience its power. 

When you are ready– when you have gathered enough power within yourself– open your eyes. If the energy feels overwhelming– if you feel too hot, or flushed, or shaky, or wired– breath through your nose only, but with a normal rhythm. Rest your palms on your belly to ground yourself, to feel all that fire condense itself back into glowing embers that you can fan into flames whenever necessary. It is always there for you. 

My Creed

I’ve been going through the vast archive of sermons, homilies and other writings I have produced over the years, many of which I have not managed to post here. This is an older one, in which I break down the Satanic creed I wrote for some of our liturgy in Church of the Morningstar. I am not sure I would write it the same way today, but I stand by most of it, and it feels important to share for the benefit of my congregation. That said, I think my discussion of Mary could use a little sensitivity and refinement.

Good evening.

Many of you, if you’ve been to this church before and seen me perform a baptism or the Mass of Blasphemy, have heard me recite my creed. It goes like this:

“I deny the tyrant above. I deny his sycophant son. I deny the holy ghost. I deny the so-called virgin mother, and all of the angels, and all of the saints. They have no power over me. I believe in the cause of the fallen angels. I believe in the serpent of Eden. I believe in the kingdom that lies below. I believe in the God within me.”

Great, so, what does that mean? A lot more than meets the eye.

Let me go through it line by line.

“I deny the tyrant above.”

The first half of my creed is negative. A lot of spiritual people would probably find that off-putting. Negativity gets a bad rep. Unfortunately, in this universe, there is a lot of bad, and a lot that is worth rejecting. To me, one of those things is God.

When I call him a tyrant, I make it clear why I reject him. God to me represents absolute power, which corrupts absolutely. Not only does that God represent authoritarianism in all its forms, but his theology also insists that he is ultimately the only force in the universe. I believe in political and metaphysical freedom, and thus I reject Jehovah and all his works.

“I deny his sycophant son.”

Jesus has been called a liberator, but ultimately Jesus serves that tyrant.

No, that’s wrong. That’s bad trinitarian theology.

Ultimately Jesus is identical to that tyrant. They are one God, along with the Holy Ghost. Three persons, one substance, one will. It’s nonsensical to imply that Christ is any better than the Father.

So naturally, I deny the Holy Ghost as well. They are all the same.

“I deny the so-called virgin mother.”

To affirm Mary’s virginity is to deny God’s violation of her.

It’s thought she was about thirteen or fourteen at the time of conceiving Christ.

“And all of the angels, and all of the saints. They have no power over me.”

Mentioning God’s intermediaries at such length is a subtle jab at the supposed monotheism of Christian. I also simply find it important to declare independence from not only God but all his servants, heavenly or earthly.

“I believe in the cause of the fallen angels.”

I believe in what Lucifer and company were fighting for—liberty, equality, and love for one another, rather than merely love for God.

“I believe in the serpent of Eden.”

I’ve talked extensively about Eden before, and what it means to me. In brief: when Adam and Eve ate the fruit of knowledge, they became “as God, knowing good and evil.” We as human beings gained a moral conscience—the ability to know right from wrong. Having this power in our own right, we did not need God to hand us down commandments any longer.

Thus, the serpent is our liberator. 

“I believe in the Kingdom that lies below.”

This is a statement of faith in an afterlife in hell, but it’s something more. Really, I shouldn’t have called hell a kingdom in my creed. It’s been said that heaven is a kingdom, but hell is a democracy.

I envision Hell as an ideal anarchist society—a place of freedom where all are provided for communally. Just as Christians speak of bringing the kingdom of heaven to earth, so I, too, aspire to create the infernal society in this world.

Hell, to me, represents the hope for a better, freer earth.

“I believe in the God within me.”

This is the most important part of the creed. Since the fruit of knowledge granted us all the spark of divinity, it follows that each of us is endowed with a unique, individual Godhead, a higher self, a sacred soul that can never be destroyed.

The pursuit of divinity—apotheosis, as some call it—is important to me. I am striving for perfect union with my own latent Godhood.

Towards this end, I attempt to purify and perfect myself. This is an alchemical process, the search for the spiritual philosopher’s stone, which is the true self.

To no other God do I submit– but to my inner God, to what is best in myself, I strive to practice total obedience. I want to surrender completely to the divine in me. I want it to rule me and control me, and ultimately annihilate all aspects of my being that are not of It.

My God has a name, a secret name I do not utter. “Antichristos,” my magical name, is but a pale echo of that secret word. I worship my God as a word. It is the logos, the word that creates and organizes my inner universe.

And I believe that all of you have such a divinity within you. I would never tell anyone else how to worship their own God. I walk a very stern path with regard to mine. That may not be your style, and frankly it’s none of my business.

My business is to acknowledge the divinity of all other human beings as being just as great as my own. This, probably, is the most important point of all. We are all divine beings, capable of self-governing and moral choice. We need not bow to any but ourselves.

And so the end of the creed loops around to the beginning, to the rejection of unjust authority:

I deny the tyrant above…

Apologetics of Transgression

This is a mammoth paper I wrote for a special reading course over the summer. I wanted to explore what the point of “edgy” spiritual practice might actually be. Why the blood, the blasphemy, the sex magic, the filth? It’s not an easy question to answer, but I feel good about the start I made. Includes footnotes and appendices.

Introduction

No religion is more associated with transgression than Satanism, though our lurid reputation often outstrips reality. Every Satanist chooses transgression as a spiritual path, for even to identify as a member of the Devil’s party is necessarily transgressive. For some practitioners, that much is sufficient. For many others, it is only the beginning of our love affair with the forbidden.

It is easy to dismiss blasphemy, antinomianism, and rituals involving blood, sex, and bodily fluids as immature shock tactics. It is true that juvenile forms of Satanism exist, associated mainly with teenagers and the musicians who appeal to them. Since this is the most commercial form of “Satanism,” it is the image of our religion that that receives the most exposure. In this context, an act of blasphemy can seem merely a crude attempt to give offense; and sometimes transgression is indeed nothing more.

In The Satanic Rituals, Anton LaVey describes Le Messe Noir (The Black Mass) as “the original psychodrama”[1] and claims that its main purpose is “to reduce or negate stigma acquired through past [Christian] indoctrination.”[2] The mature Satanist, LaVey implies, should grow beyond the need to trample crosses and spit on consecrated hosts. Accordingly, when I first began performing the Mass of Blasphemy (Church of the Morningstar’s less racially loaded term for what others call The Black Mass), I assumed that eventually my personal need for it would cease, and I would only be performing it only for the benefit of newer members. This has not been the case. In fact, the ritual has only grown in power with repetition, its transgressive intoxication increasing even as my resentment against Christianity fades.

The Mass of Blasphemy is merely the most obvious example of Satanic antinomianism. From protective traditional “witch bottles” filled with rusty nails and human urine, to sex magick rituals, to the vividly erotic and violent imagery of Satanic visionary experiences, the forbidden pervades our spirituality. I have long sensed the power of this intense religiosity that mingles Eros with Thanatos, ecstasy with agony, the sacred with the profane. I knew there was more to it than shock tactics, but could not yet articulate what that value was.

I sought answers briefly in the study of vamachara Tantra. The charnel-grounds rituals of Aghoris and Kaulas are beautiful and powerful, and I recognized some of them as superficially similar to my own, but I also learned that their underlying motivation was opposed to mine. A tantrika does not transgress for the pleasurable frisson of boundary breaking, but to cultivate a radical monism that releases concepts of pure and impure.[3] As in more orthoprax religions, unity, purity and peace is still the ultimate goal. I respect this goal, but mine lies elsewhere, in a place more marginal.

Vamachara is not my path, and did not hold the answers I sought. So, it was a profound relief when I found theorists who shed light on the mystery of transgression. I discovered my intellectual lineage in the place I least expected: psychoanalytic theory. It felt like a homecoming.

This writing reflects my engagement with thinkers connected to the psychoanalytic tradition on the phenomenon they variously refer to as “transgression,” “eroticism,” “limit experience,” “the abject,” and “the daimonic.” While the terminology and focus of these authors varies, they are all describing the same thing: a powerful, dissolving force that simultaneously explodes and solidifies the ego, that draws it near the gateways of birth and death, and produces the ultimate encounter of self and other, letting them remain poignantly distinct even as they are, momentarily, united.

Read more: Apologetics of Transgression

Pitfalls of Antinomianism

I may be putting the cart before the horse by discussing pitfalls of transgression before defining its value. However, given the stigma placed on the acts I will soon be discussing, as well as their very real dangers, it feels necessary to preempt certain objections by addressing them upfront.

‘Antinomian’ simply means ‘against the law.’ This term encompasses a broad range of activity, from the completely harmless to the extremely violent. Thus, the antinomian must be approached conscientiously. To do something uncritically, simply because it is forbidden, is foolish. Additionally, the ‘law’ being broken may be religious, moral, civic, or even a purely personal boundary. Since ‘laws’ vary greatly based on time and place, and also in terms of justice, the idea of antinomianism is morally value neutral.  

Christian antinomianism is a real phenomenon, introduced by Christ’s breaking of Pharisaic laws in the Gospels. It is also a different animal than what we will be discussing here. George Bataille writes of Christian antinomianism:

The main difficulty is that Christianity finds law-breaking repugnant in general. True, the gospels encourage the breaking of laws adhered to by the letter when their spirit is absent. But then the law is broken because its validity is questioned, not in spite of its validity.[4]

In other words, Christian antinomianism breaks the laws of Man to uphold a greater law: the Law of God. This is not the type of transgression I wish to discuss.

A more dangerous form of antinomianism loosely follows this pattern of breaking a ‘lower’ law to affirm a ‘higher’ one. I am speaking of the viciously transgressive behavior of fascists. I do not mean to compare Christians in general to fascists, except where the two groups literally overlap. Fascist antinomianism resembles Christian antinomianism only in its conception of a lower versus higher law; from here it departs dramatically, and violently.

The essence of fascist transgression is the intoxicating license to kill. In his two-part study of the Freikorps, Male Fantasies, Klaus Theleweit elaborately explores the seductive libidinal power of this state-sanctioned ‘transgression’:

These men experience their affinity with power as “natural.” To them, powerlessness means the threat of permanent exclusion, both from justice and from pleasure. Their every action thus becomes an assertion of themselves; they are always in opposition. Yet their transgressions are organized within systems of absolute obedience.[5]

The fascist flours the ‘laws’ of pro-social behavior, in adherence to the higher ‘law of nature’ he bases on misreadings of Nietzsche and Darwin.[6] This fascist ‘antinomianism’ is always taking aim at the ‘weak’ qualities of mercy and love for one’s fellows. It is designed to create killing machines. Insidiously, such acts of ritualized violence provide an illusion of power to the perpetrator. For the duration of his crime, he feels that he has stepped into the role of the leader, a position of absolute power. Ironically, he only feels this because he is serving the will of another, the leader who dominates him. His subordinate proxy status is the very thing which allows his identification with the ruler, and lets him believe himself mighty. 

This false antinomianism can be seen in fascist groups in general, but also more specifically in fascist occult groups such as Order of Nine Angles (O9A)[7] and the affiliated terrorist group Atomwaffen Division[8]. Here, violence is even more explicitly spiritualized than in ordinary fascist propaganda, with commission of murders (or “cullings” in O9A parlance) framed a way of gaining superhuman status.[9] Violent transgression is the crucial part of their initiatic process, either creating a superhuman state or proving innate superiority—the distinction is often unclear.

For the fascist, liberation comes only from placing himself above all others. In Salo, Pier Paolo Pasolini’s adaptation of the Marquis De Sade’s The 120 Days of Sodom, he has one of his villains proclaim “Fascists are the only true anarchists.”[10] This is a perfectly updated articulation of De Sade’s concept of the sovereign individual—a person devoid of compassion for his fellows, who is thus ‘liberated’ to take any action he pleases without consideration for others.[11] Michael Aquino and Anton LaVey were also seduced by this idea. Aquino wrote of “isolate, psychecentric existence’ as the goal of spirituality.[12] LaVey became so obsessed with escaping the bothersome needs of others that he longed to live in a “total environment”[13] tailored perfectly to his tastes and populated only by “artificial human companions.”[14]

The inevitable outcome of such heartless solipsism is profound loneliness. The sovereign individual, the isolate consciousness, and the fascist strongman dictator become utterly ‘free’ at the price of humanity. He (it is usually a he) who pursues this path acquires the worst attributes of Jehovah: supreme, without equal, alone.

My critique of this hyper-individualist stance is identical to my critique of monistic religions: both only allow one being to be truly ‘real,’ whether this being is God or the sovereign individual. Both deny the existence of an other, of the separateness which is the true foundation of relationality. “It is not good for man to be alone,”[15] says the God of Genesis. Evidently it was not good for Him to be alone, either, for He created.

As I hope to show, transgression at its best is a visceral exploration of relationality, of the boundaries of self and not-self within a chaotic, ambiguous universe. For this reason, it is better to transgress with another, rather than against them. For example: Adam and Eve transgressed together when they ate the forbidden fruit and gained knowledge of good and evil;[16] Cain transgressed against his brother when he slew him.[17] One of these acts resulted in liberation and growth, the other only in isolation and pain.

Since I object on moral and theological grounds to transgression against others, we need say little more about topics such as murder, torture, human sacrifice, child abuse, rape, bestiality, or cruelty to animals. Unlawful such things may certainly be, but that does not make them worth performing. Acts that create a perpetrator and a victim spring from a solipsistic perspective which is morally repugnant, socially impractical, and spiritually barren.

The rest of this writing will focus on transgression that has real potential to enlighten via exploration of boundaries between subject/object, sacred/profane, life/death, and other primal dichotomies worth deconstructing.

Why Transgress at All?

Paths to enlightenment exist which do not rely on transgression. Since so many traditions do not require immersion in the filth of the forbidden, why walk a path that demands it?

Here is it necessary to introduce the problematic but useful concepts of right-hand path and left-hand path religions. ‘Right-hand path’ is a broad umbrella term that groups many of the world’s dominant faiths together via their shared elements. These religions are, broadly speaking, orthodox and orthoprax, adhering to certain spiritual laws and prohibitions. They usually locate authority in a single supreme being, who is seen as the ground of reality. A desire to shed the ego and unite with the divine is common in these traditions. Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, and most Hinduisms are generally right-handed by this definition. So are many new religious movements, most of the New Age milieu, and most Neo-Paganisms.

The left-hand path religions, of which Satanism is the best known, are comparatively more individualistic, heterodox, heteroprax, and antinomian. They usually focus not on ego disillusion, but on the creation of a strong, high-functioning ego. Commandments are not adhered to, and morality is approached as a matter of personal conscience, or as relative, or as wholly illusory. Divinity is located within the practitioner, rather than above them. More importantly, this divinity is individual rather than transpersonal: every human is a distinct god, not merely facets of the same supreme being. The left-hand path is influenced by Nietzsche, romantic and decadent poets, Aleister Crowley, witchcraft historiography, the atheist movement, and western receptions of Tantra. (Eastern vamachara tantra, from which the western left-hand path takes its name, is neither wholly right-handed nor left-handed by Western definitions, involving many taboo and heterodox elements but still aiming at ultimate unity.)

Left-handed spirituality is far less common than right-handed religion, and exists mainly in fringe religious movements. However, left-handed attitudes are quite common in the secular world. I have long sensed a commonality between left-handed religion and the unspoken atheistic cosmology underlying psychoanalytic theory. Julia Kristeva hints at this psychoanalytic ‘theology’ when she writes:

The Freudian stance, which is dualistic and dissolving, unsettles those foundations [of transcendental idealism]. In that sense, it causes the sad, analytic silence to hover above a strange, foreign discourse, which, strictly speaking, shatters verbal communication (made up of a knowledge and a truth that are nevertheless heard) by means of a device that mimics terror, enthusiasm, or orgy, and is more closely related to rhythm and song than it is to the World.[18]

In this passage she sets up an opposition between psychoanalysis and the philosophical lineage of Plato, Aristotle, Kant and Hegel,[19] intellectuals of the right-hand path. Kristeva identifies friction between a monist view of reality, and the “dualistic and dissolving” stance of Freud and his heirs. Psychoanalysis, like left-handed spirituality, plays in the shadows, delves into the libidinal, acknowledges the id in us all. And the left-hand path, like psychoanalysis, aims at individuation and optimal functioning in this world, not the next.

Another key difference between the left-hand path and the right-hand path lies in attitudes towards pleasure and suffering. Right-hand religions correctly observe that pain is the price of pleasure, and that attachment to impermanent things inevitably leads to heartbreak. This is an undeniable fact. The right-hand path solution is generally some degree of renunciation from worldly attachment. We see this quite clearly in Buddhism, wherein this problem and its solution are foundational. We also see it in Christianity (which is influenced by Stoicism and Neoplatonism, which may in turn have been influenced by Buddhism). Herein the solution is to focus one’s devotion on God, the only imperishable object of desire. This is a workable approach to the problem of pain, and many people are contented with it. I do not wish to debate its validity, only to say that there is an alternative. 

In the left-hand path, we also admit that suffering and pleasure are inextricably intertwined, but we are not willing to give up either. In the first place, we love pleasure too much to renounce it; we are willing to accept suffering as its price. In the second place, we love the lessons pain teaches us as well. Beyond that, the extremes of experience are, for us, the very essence of existence. It is in excruciating or ecstatic moments that we find transcendence. Right-hand spirituality is generally found in serenity, balanced on the middle of the see-saw of life. We find our spirituality in riding high or being brought low. 

The key point is that both pleasure and suffering must be accepted. One cannot demand to only experience pleasure– this is impractical. Conversely, people who insist on constantly wallowing in misery are rare, but they do exist, and are rarely pleasant to be around. Relentless suffering for its own sake is also not a path to transcendence.

Instead, we seek pleasure and fulfillment, and aspire to meet loss, disappointment and suffering head-on. The key to maintaining a spiritual attitude in this stormy, Satanic existence is to accept and embrace both the highs and the lows. Remember that Satanism is firmly grounded in Romantic literature, and maintains a fundamentally Romantic outlook. We prefer the sublime to the beautiful. In our meditations we are more likely to envision ourselves on a rain-lashed mountain peak, beneath a sky illuminated by the brilliance of lightning, than to picture a tranquil sunny beach. 

While we do not pursue negative life experiences, we do ritually seek out profound depths as well as dizzy heights. The ideal Satanic spiritual experience is one in which pleasure and pain, life and death, high and low all blur vertiginously into one. Through taboo breaking and encounters with filth, we force ourselves into mixed states of shock, revulsion and exaltation. Unlike the vamachara tantrika, who seeks serene indifference via transgression, the Satanist wants and needs to maintain a strong reaction to their blasphemies.

Our mythos and theology rests on the foundation of Genesis 3, which is a tale of transgression. This is the pivotal moment for us, as defining as the crucifixion is for Christians. Consumption of forbidden fruit, and acceptance of its mixed blessing and curse, is the essence of our religiosity.

Kristeva analyses the legend thus:

It is stated that man would be immortal if he ate from the tree of life—the tree of knowledge—hence if he transgressed the prohibition, in short if he sinned. Man would thus accede to divine perfection only by sinning, that is, by carrying out the forbidden act of knowledge. Now, the knowledge that would separate him from his natural, animal, and mortal state, enabling him to reach, through thought, purity and freedom, is fundamentally sexual knowledge. It takes only one further step to suppose that the invitation to perfection is also an invitation to sin, and conversely; perhaps official theology does not take that step, but the mystic grants himself the fathomless depravity of doing so.[20]

Satanism is the habit of granting oneself that “fathomless depravity,” and being nourished on a diet of forbidden fruit.

Theorists of the Forbidden

Of what, then, does this forbidden fruit consist? What are the elements that make up what my sources variously call “transgression,” “eroticism,” “limit experience,” “the abject” or “the daimonic?”

Rather than individually summarizing the work of the various authors who inform this writing, and proceeding to compare and contrast their conclusions, I want to focus on the common threads that weave them together. Thus, I will give only the briefest introductions to my sources.

Georges Bataille’s Erotism focuses on transgression as the foundation of erotic desire and religious experience. He sees transgression as fundamentally reifying the laws it breaks, rather than demolishing them[21]—a point with which I disagree.

Julia Kristeva’s Powers of Horror discusses the abject, a concept encompassing everything that must be rejected, expelled and viewed with disgust in order to construct a socially acceptable identity.[22]

Sandra Dennis’s Embrace of the Daimon is a Jungian study of the psychospiritual benefits of disturbing, intrusive images. She calls these violent and sexual fantasies “daimonic,” and hypothesizes an “imaginal realm” connecting soul and body, of which the daimonic image is a messenger.[23]

Kristeva and Dennis both include the dark feminine in their analysis, connecting the abject/daimonic with all that upright, rational masculinity rejects.[24] [25]

These three texts are my primary sources for this work, and they were carefully chosen for their relevance. Leo Bersani, Klaus Theleweit and a few others also lent some necessary perspective to my thesis. Alexis Sanderson is my main source on vamachara tantra.

Whether one refers to “transgression,” “the abject” or “the daimonic,” the themes and images remain the same: blasphemy, desecration, violence, religious sacrifice, ritual orgy, taboo sexuality, bodily excretions, and the loathed and feared female body. All these images, concepts, actions and substances ultimately point towards the portals of birth and death, and on a deeper level, to the radical break-down of boundaries between self and other. All my main sources recognize, each in their own way, that an intense encounter with the forbidden can lead to spiritual experience.

The Nature of Transgression

“The transgression does not deny the taboo but transcends it and completes it,”[26] declares Georges Bataille. To Bataille, transgression and the law are two sides of the same coin: they need and reinforce each other. In his view, all taboos are socially constructed, and without the law, the forbidden would hold no thrill.

Kristeva delves deeper, and (perhaps unintentionally) refutes Bataille when she defines the abject as “what disturbs identity, system, order. What does not respect borders, positions, rules.”[27] This dissolving and corrosive force is not purely socially constructed, although it certainly has its social, legal and religious aspects. The abject is formed by primal instincts rooted in the will to live, and the need to form a selfhood:

Not me. Not that. But not nothing, either. A “something” that I do not recognize as a thing. A weight of meaninglessness, about which there is nothing insignificant, and which crushes me. On the edge of nonexistence and hallucination, of a reality that, if I acknowledge it, annihilates me.[28]

Kristeva’s style of writing could itself be described as abject, for it frustrates, unsettles, repels, and challenges meaning. It is appropriate to the subject matter, for the abject is a much trickier concept than transgression, even as the terms overlap. Never once does Kristeva write a pithy, one-sentence definition of the abject. Instead, she talks around it, defining it through evocative examples and poetic outbursts of emotion. We learn that the abject relates intimately to the body. The abject is loathed foods, waste, excrement,[29] corpses, wounds, blood, pus— “what I permanently thrust aside in order to live.”[30]

This line is crucial. Kristeva reveals that the abject exists in relation to every level of identity. This means laws are written on many levels, including the most primal. Biologically, certain substances must be excluded in order to preserve existence. Waste must be excreted, garbage and corpses disposed of, rotten food snubbed, and blood properly contained in the body. Certain insides must stay on the inside, and certain outsides on the outside, or else we become ill or die. But these necessary processes are mirrored on increasingly abstract levels—we must reject our mothers to differentiate ourselves from the body in which we once resided,[31] we must reject the unlawful to consider ourselves lawful,[32] and we must shun the ritually impure to obtain religious belonging.[33]

Seen in this light, the law as written no longer matters much. Transgression is not defined as the mere violation of social taboo, but as contact with the abject—a positive, rather than negative, definition. In transgressing, one may violate many kinds of boundaries: biological, psychological, social, religious, legal. The limitations against which we press may be purely our own; the prohibition shattered may be based on widely held convention, or on a personal phobia.

Thinking about transgression this way rings truer to my experience. There is something primal about it, far deeper rooted than the relatively sophisticated desire to defy a law. It is as simple and intuitive as a child’s compulsion to pass their finger swiftly through a candle flame. Contrary to Bataille’s assertion that transgression requires well-defined limits,[34] I have often found that the most poignant boundary to cross is the one I didn’t even know was there. On a few wondrous occasions I have strayed into behaviors so bizarre, so alien, that I have never once encountered rules against them. I have done things which, while perfectly victimless, would be considered repulsive by society at large, but which have not even occurred to enough people for them to be prohibited. As it turns out, the space outside the law is far vaster than the one inscribed within it, for the law lacks imagination.  

Forbidden Fruit: Eroticism and Transgression

So how, exactly, does the forbidden stir our ecstasy? In what ways is interaction with the frightening, the taboo, the violent, and the loathed, actually transformative? Sexuality is one of the keys.

In Bataille’s introduction to Erotism, he reflects on the intimate connection between death and reproduction. He begins with ruminations on asexual reproduction, in which an organism reproduces by literally splitting itself. One thing becomes two—the individual must be destroyed in order to create. Bataille then asserts that even sexual reproduction carries this connotation of death—on the cellular level, when egg meets sperm, both are destroyed in the process, two things becoming one.[35] Furthermore, he argues, the creation of a new generation implies the mortality of the previous one.[36]

Bataille, the ‘base materialist,’ insists that as living organisms, we are “discontinuous beings,”[37] but identifies death as a paradoxical symbol of continuity:

I cannot refer to this gulf which separates us without feeling that this is not the whole truth of the matter. It is a deep gulf, and I do not see how it can be done away with. None the less, we can experience its dizziness together. It can hypnotise us. This gulf is death in one sense, and death is vertiginous, death is hypnotising. It is my intention to suggest that for us, discontinuous beings that we are, death means continuity of being.[38]

Eroticism, for Bataille, is a way of brushing up against death, of flirting with continuity. For him, this is the only way transcendence can be experienced. Thus, he argues all that religious experience is erotic in nature.[39]

Bataille is limited in that he only considers heterosexual sex. The transgressive variations that he can imagine are prostitution,[40] incest,[41] and sadistic rape[42] and murder.[43] For reasons discussed previously, most of these are not fruitful avenues to pursue, given that they violate the social contract and individual morals, but leave unjust relations of power completely intact.

Bataille also fails to empathize with the receptive partner in penetrative intercourse. Despite his idea of sex as a self-annihilating act, he focuses exclusively on the penetrative male partner, who he views as annihilating but not annihilated: “The woman in the hands of her assailant is despoiled of her being. With her modesty she loses the firm barrier that once separated her from others and made her inpenetrable.”[44] He compares the penetrating male to a priest performing animal sacrifice,[45] the phallus to the killing blade, and the woman’s ‘despoilment’ to the death of a non-human creature. This implies that the male partner accesses discontinuity, ego death and transcendence only vicariously, through witnessing the effects of his violence. The interiority of the ‘sacrificed’ woman is never explored, despite the fact that within his framework, only she can experience discontinuity directly. Bataille’s misogyny is apparent in many other passages, which, aside from being repellent and disturbing, hamstrings his analysis. Through his failure to consider more than half the human species as subjects, his understanding remains painfully incomplete.

Leo Bersani, in Is the Rectum a Grave? takes up where Bataille left off, using his linkage of sex with death to analyze gay male eroticism in the era of AIDS. He focuses primarily on men taking an anal-receptive role, which he writes “has the terrifying appeal of a loss of the ego, of a self-debasement.”[46] Bersani pushes back against attempts to sanitize and redeem sex, particularly gay sex, agreeing with Bataille that there is in fact something fundamentally violent and self-shattering about eroticism (though not something which must serve systems of oppression).[47] He rejects the thought that “the human body could somehow be conceived of apart from all relations of power…belatedly contaminated by power from elsewhere.”[48] To Bersani, sex has never been pure, and this is something to be celebrated. The value of sex for him lies in its capacity to push human beings into the “jouissance of exploded limits,”[49] to dissolve boundaries of self and annihilate the ego. To him, passive sex is demeaning, not merely to its recipient but to the idea that a pure sexuality could exist—and that’s what’s good about it.[50]

The concept of eroticism as ego destruction has been raised several times already. This is a good moment to pause and consider what is meant by the “ego.” There is some definitional slippage between the Freudian sense of ego—the conscious self-concept that interfaces with the world—and the spiritual/moralistic definition of ego as a selfish and conceited subjectivity that hampers transcendence. To the Freudian the ego is necessary; to most religions and spiritualities (though not the left-hand path), it is undesirable. Both Bataille and Bersani lean closer to the second definition, in that both assume annihilating the ego leads to transcendence.

Kristeva does not discuss eroticism at any great length. In her litanies of abjection, sexuality is placed beside loathed foods, excrement, menstruum, etc. “These body fluids, this defilement, this shit are what life withstands, hardly and with difficulty.”[51] It is in her descriptions of the abjection response that an implicit but intense eroticism lives. Abjection for Kristeva is a visceral reaction, sometimes a physical one, of expulsion—gagging, vomiting, spitting out—dare one say, ejaculating? “I give birth to myself amid the violence of sobs, of vomit.”[52] Still, this disgust is transcendent: “The time of abjection is double: a time of oblivion and thunder, of veiled infinity and the moment when revelation bursts forth.”[53] She even compares abjection explicitly to the sublime, which also “expands us, overstrains us.”[54] The abject, which provokes such a powerful reaction, is seductive, a potential source of jouissance.[55] Thus, “One thus understands why so many victims of the abject are its fascinated victims—if not its submissive and willing ones.”[56]

Eroticism to Kristeva is not fundamentally abject, but abjection, due to the aforementioned fascination it exerts, may be fundamentally erotic. Kristeva implies that in the lure of the abject, the source of fetishism and paraphilias may perhaps be found: “Such are the pangs and delights of masochism.”[57]

So, it is only the forbidden erotic that is abject, though Bataille would argue that nothing is erotic if not forbidden.[58] While I would not go so far as Bataille, I feel confident saying that for many people, a touch of transgression and abjection adds frisson to eroticism. In both visceral horror, and in the throes of orgasm, we temporarily expel ourselves from ourselves, travel just a bit out of body, and touch something profound which reveals our fragility.

Kristeva and Bataille both pay attention to religious rituals. Rites of defilement[59], sacrifices,[60] and religious orgies[61] are read by both authors as a pressure-valve which allows for suspension of social mores and controlled release of repressed drives. This suspension of the law ultimately reinforces it, as Barbara Creed summarizes: “Ritual becomes a means by which societies both renew their initial contact with the abject element and exclude that element.”[62] Death, filth, and sexuality are unleashed for a time, perhaps in order to acknowledge their sacrality, before these chaotic forces are restricted once more.

The rituals of defilement that Bataille and Kristeva discuss are still right-hand path, restricted to specific times and places. Even left-handed transgression is often contained within ritual, and protected by a magic circle. However, the Satanist may more comfortable with spontaneous transgression, allowing it to bleed into mundane life. There is still compartmentalization, but to a lesser degree; and when it comes to transgression, a difference of degree can significant, generating variation that is qualitative as well as quantitative. Instead of venting our libidinal drives in order to put them from our minds, we carry awareness of them within us, and actively look for constructive opportunities to let them out. We also are open to the permanent abolition of laws we judge unjust or unnecessary, and thus may skip returning to the status quo.

Sandra Dennis’s discussion of the erotic is both most compartmentalized and, paradoxically, the most unrestricted, for she focuses exclusively on imaginal sexuality. Her book is concerned with inner experiences which many would describe as fantasy. To Dennis, “the imaginal” is not unreal, but a separate plane of existence, which is transpersonal.[63] As a practicing occultist, I recognized what she is talking about immediately, and felt great kinship with the experiences she describes. Only our terminology is different—Dennis refers to the imaginal and I to the astral; she speaks of “daimons” to avoid stigma, while I frankly refer to the astral beings I encounter as demons. Because the imaginal/astral is bound by neither laws of physics or social consequences, imaginal eroticism is without limits. It is a repository of our most abject and transgressive desires.

Dennis is a devotee and a defender of the daimonic. As a Jungian, she sees the violently erotic content of the imaginal as part of spiritual alchemy, symbolizing the nigredo stage of dissolution which is necessary for transformation.[64] During imaginal visions of dismemberment, rape, murder, torture, immolation, and bestiality, the shadow is encountered[65] and the old self is systematically dismantled to make way for new growth.[66] By some mechanism neither Dennis or myself is able to satisfactorily explain, these imaginal encounters lead to embodied behavior change more effectively than mere insight can.[67] Experiencing the sensuality of daimonic images is key in Dennis’ mind—while responding to disquieting images with physical arousal can be disturbing, it seems to somatize their spiritual lessons more fully.[68]

This rings experientially true for myself, and for several other left-hand path practitioners of my acquaintance. In astral trance, I have been decapitated (symbolizing ego death), pierced with swords through every chakra (awakening the energy centers), and forcibly impregnated with my own future self (which vision was followed by a dramatic, permanent shift in my identity and demeanor, noticeable by all who know me).

Of course, my friends and I are not alone in our violently erotic visionary experiences, as Saint Theresa’s famous utterance should make clear:

In his hands I saw a long golden spear and at the end of the iron tip I seemed to see a point of fire. With this he seemed to pierce my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails. When he drew it out I thought he was drawing them out with it and he left me completely afire with a great love for God.[69]

This piercing spear is more than a phallic symbol. To make the spear merely a metaphor for the penis is actually to sanitize the image and miss its point: the spear is less important as a phallus than as a killing weapon. Saint Theresa is not just experiencing a ‘little death,’ she is in the throes of blissful ego annihilation. To read her vision correctly, we must allow sex and death to remain intermingled, for these are the portals of initiation into and out of existence. The spear is not just a spear; but it’s definitely a death-dealing spear at the same time that it is a life-giving phallus.

The forbidden erotic crosses boundaries. It blurs self and other, as all eroticism ideally should, but it goes further. The other with whom we blend may be forbidden, as in the case of homosexuality, or of interracial or interclass love. These unions threaten the hierarchies set up by society. Furthermore, the act itself may mingle pleasure with pain, or expose us uncomfortably to bodily excretions generally kept taboo; in either case, our frail mortal nature is emphasized, heightening the presence of Thanatos.

The extremes of such boundary crossing are possible only in the imaginal, wherein Saint Theresa can be pierced with the spear and live. We can be crucified as Christ, trampled as Shiva, dismembered as Dionysus, or cavort with bestial demons as witches were reputed to at the sabbath.[70]

What is ultimately the point of all this feverish imaginal eroticism? As Bataille puts it:

It is the desire to live while ceasing to live, or to die without ceasing to live, the desire of an extreme state that Saint Theresa has perhaps been the only one to depict strongly enough in words. “I die because I cannot die”. But the death of not dying is precisely not death; it is the ultimate stage of life; if I die because I cannot die it is on condition that I live on.[71]

Or, per Kristeva: “Abjection is a resurrection that has gone through death (of the ego). It is an alchemy that transforms death drive into a start of life, of new significance.”[72]

To the Pure, All Things are Pure: Pollution, Filth and Excretions

The use of polluting substances in religious transgression overlaps with the erotic, but is distinct from it. This section will be devoted to the significance of excretions and wastes: spittle, vomit, blood, menstruum, urine, feces, and the most threatening waste product of all, which is human remains. These substances are traditionally associated with witchcraft and Satanism.[73] Many of them can also be found in Tantric ritual use.[74] Via symbolic representations (bread for the body, wine for the blood), some even infiltrate the Catholic Mass.

All of these filthy substances point towards death. Bataille writes that “The horror we feel at the thought of a corpse is akin to the feeling we have at human excreta,”[75] but more precisely, the horror we feel at excreta is akin to seeing a corpse. In a literal sense, contact with such materials can spread disease, and lead to actual demise. On a deeper level, they are reminders of our gross corporeality, and the permeability of our bodies which must excrete such upsetting substances in order to live. “Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit—cadere, cadaver.”[76]

To interact with contaminating substances is not merely to break outward taboos, but to risk one’s own health, and push through reactions of nausea and disgust along the way. To directly confront the smell, the touch, or (God forbid!) the taste of blood, urine or feces is to violate one’s sense preservation. Per Bataille, when one puts aside survival instinct to transgress, “this is dying to oneself, or at least it is living with death as an equal.”[77]

‘Living with death as an equal’ is perfect description of vamachara tantric sects. Kaula tantrikas partook of liquor spiked with phlegm, menstruum, semen, feces, and urine, known as the “five jewels.” The addition of these ‘filthy’ substances to the offering was considered purifying. Traditionally, the container from which this brew was consumed was a human skull. Activities following the libation included ritual sex, which was either incestuous or else with women from untouchable castes. Interestingly, this choice of partners was actually intended to decrease the lascivious appeal of the encounter and allow the practitioners to focus on ritual, not lust.[78]

Aside from their ritual uses, important cosmological meanings have also been assigned to wastes, excrements and remainders. Kristeva brings up the Hindu concept of uchista (remainder) which is both “defiling and regenerating” and in the Atharva Veda is the foundation of all matter: “Being and non-being, both are in the remainder, death, vigor.”[79] This makes perfect sense, for although feces, rotting food and decaying flesh signify death, they also make good fertilizer.

The idea of uchista is similar to Church of the Morningstar’s reception of the Kabbalistic concept of klipot. Klipot is Hebrew for ‘shards,’ ‘shells’ or ‘dregs,’ and refers to the excrements of creation, cosmic waste rejected by God.[80] The klipot are also associated with material reality (Malkuth) and with the demonic,[81] and are often referred to as the other side (Sitra Achra) or the Left Emanation. To the right-handed Kabbalist, the klipot are to be avoided. Left-handed kabbalists have assembled them into a system mirroring that of the sephiroth, referring to the result as the Tree of Knowledge rather than the Tree of Life. This inverse tree is then used as a path of initiation.[82] On the journey through these cosmic ‘excrements’ one encounters demons such as Na’amah, angel of prostitution; Beelzebub, lord of insects and swarms, Belphegor, ‘lord of the gap’ (which is taken to mean the anus), Lucifuge, who flees the light, and Eisheth Zenunim, ‘woman of whoredom’ and Satanic goddess of death. Contact with these beings brings respect for the abject elements they represent. The swarming insects which repel us also pollinate. The stinking feces makes the fields fertile. The maggots teeming in a corpse transform death into new life. To walk the path of the klipot means seeing the beauty in all that has been cast aside.

The Feminine and the Left-Hand Path

Both Kristeva and Dennis see the feminine as intertwined with the abject and the transgressive. “That other sex, the feminine, becomes synonymous with a radical evil that is to be suppressed,”[83] Kristeva writes bluntly. Dennis, who sees the daimonic as fundamentally feminine or at least androgynous, elaborates:

After millennia of deification of the sky gods—the mind, light, the ‘masculine,’ and Apollonian reason and order—we are now asked to embrace this descending spirituality, to reclaim the exiles of the ‘Dark Feminine’—the earth, instincts and body, as well as the Dionysian, erotic turmoil of the inner world they bring. We are being called to reclaim these cast-off parts of ourselves that also include sacred sensuality, sexuality, as well as the mysteries of birth, death, and resurrection.[84]

Why this connection between the feminine and the taboo? Numerous reasons can be hypothesized, the simplest being that in a patriarchal society, women must be demonized to preserve male dominance.[85] The abjection of the mother that Kristeva theorizes may also play a role. In the more specific case of antinomian spirituality, the inclusion of women in religion has often been presumed to imply the presence of ritual sex. One can plainly see this in the 19th century hysteria over the idea of co-ed Masonry, which was presumed to be Satanic in nature and rife with blasphemous orgies.[86]

In terms of Satanic mythology, it is through Eve that knowledge of good and evil is transmitted, making her a Pandora in Christianity, but a messianic figure to us. The Satanic associations of woman as witch, as icon of carnal lust, as vector of original sin, are widely known through popular culture. Those who engage left-hand spirituality more deeply learn of infernal goddesses such as Crowley’s Babalon, and Lucifer’s four queens Eisheth Zenunim, Lilith, Na’amah, and Agrat Bat Mahlat. Church of the Morningstar makes a point of emphasizing veneration for these feminine figures, whom other Satanic sects frequently neglect (with the possible exception of Lilith). These feminine figures are abjected from right-hand religion, and since the left-hand path is made up of what the right discards, it is inevitable that the feminine become fundamental to us.

As in the west, so in the east. The Kaula tantric sects, which practiced the greatest intimacy with the abject and are considered the farthest to the left of vamachara, are also those who most center the Goddess. To these tantrikas, Kali, mother of death, is the supreme being and ultimate truth. But the Kaulas are merely the most extreme example of the relationship between left-hand tantra and the feminine. In fact, across the many vamachara sects, a strong positive correlation between antinomian praxis and goddess worship can be seen.[87]

Interestingly, the Kaulas were also the least invested in observing distinctions of caste, and some lineages even included female gurus[88]. A return to Kristeva illuminates why that might be. She observes that contact with the abject “threatens one’s own and clean self, which is the underpinning of any organization constituted by exclusions and hierarchies.”[89] This dovetails with Leo Bersani’s musings on anal eroticism’s potential for “radical disintegration and humiliation of the self” as a possible route towards the breaking of male dominant mindsets.[90] Is it possible that ritualistic ego death, accomplished through transgression, actually can upset the individualism on which all hierarchies rest? If this is the case, it might explain why antinomian sects often lean towards gender equity. (This is not to imply that vamachara tantra was always non-hierarchical and anti-patriarchal; the reality is much more complex.[91])

There is another reason for the centrality of the feminine to transgression. Transgression is about boundary-breaking and the frisson of opposing forces. If the spaces between pure/impure, light/dark, pleasure/pain, life/death, self/other and sacred/profane are to be collapsed, the space between masculine and feminine must be part of that project.

Transgression is action which challenges our revered dualities; the abject is the result, the tangible presence of that challenge embodied in an object or person. For example, if a person assigned ‘male’ transgresses by putting on a dress, their ‘androgynous’ appearance makes them abject to society. The prevalence of media which depicts cisgender males vomiting upon discovering the objects of their desires are a trans women,[92] and the murders with which such men punish trans women in real life, expose the depth of the abjection response society has to transfeminine people and their forbidden crossing of gender boundaries.

The inclusion of femininity is thus antinomian for two reasons: firstly, because it re-includes the shunned and demonized sex of woman, and secondly, because it introduces the possibility of synthesizing masculine and feminine to create androgyny. Women have long been treated as contaminated and contaminating substances of themselves—menstruation taboos are the most obvious example of their ritual uncleanness.[93] But aside from emitting various forbidden fluids, women are rhetorically framed as capable of emasculating men, sometimes by their very presence. Sexual temptation threatens upright, manly continence;[94] female liberation somehow ‘feminizes’ all of society according to right-wing discourse.[95] Female agency is even more threatening and contaminating than the female body.

Dennis writes:

When we enter the realm of the Dark Mother or Dark Feminine we may experience visions, sacred sexuality, animal powers, as well as touches of madness, destruction, death, and rebirth.  She rules the metamorphosis of nature, the relentless cycle of birth/death/rebirth.  The hero’s quest that has relegated these experiences to the shadow lands of the psyche is still the culture’s guiding myth. But, if as some believe, an androgynous figure drenched in erotic intensity, born of the union of masculine and feminine, light and darkness, good and evil, is arising to replace him,7 it is no wonder we are disturbed.  Perhaps with the eruption of daimonic experiences we are facing more than a revolution in our individual psyche. In truth, we are facing a major revolution in our culture.[96]

Dennis correctly identifies the dark mother not as a mere matriarchal force, seeking to replace masculine power with feminine supremacy, but as something far more sinister (pun intended): a vector of androgyny, a dissolver of all boundaries and abolisher of all dualities. Women will not merely replace men—they will incorporate and assimilate them. In describing this “androgynous figure drenched in erotic intensity” who results from the synthesis of genders, Dennis has (perhaps accidentally) spoken as a prophet of Baphomet.

To the Satanist, the icon of Baphomet holds the key of all mysteries. With the head of a goat, the wings of an angel, the breasts of a woman, and the phallus of a male, Baphomet brings together the human and the animal, the divine and the demonic, the female and male, and by implication, all other opposites. Their right arm points up, upon which is written solve, for dissolution. Their left arm points down, and on this is written coagula, for congealing reunion. Church of the Morningstar interprets Baphomet as the union of Samael, the Devil, with his bride Eisheth Zenunim. They become one body via their sexual coupling. This infernal androgyne also represents their original form, for like Adam and Eve, and like the single-celled organisms Bataille muses upon, Samael and Eisheth Zenunim were created by being split from each other. Their split is both painful, as all separation must be, but also fortunate, as it transforms them into separate subjects who can love one another. Baphomet is thus the ultimate icon of both sacred sexuality and the nature of reality, embodying the dynamic flow of self into other, and the continual dissolution and re-congealing of egos through the processes of birth, sex and death. Their goat head represents both the abjected goat for Azazel,[97] and the goat form of Satan presiding over the orgiastic witches’ sabbath.

Conclusion

The writing of this paper has been both painful and fruitful. The work that went into this was not merely academic, but also experiential. In the process of this study, I have not merely read Bataille, Kristeva and Dennis, but have lived out many of their theories. I have pushed my own boundaries in both ritual and non-ritual settings. I have continued to explore the realm of the imaginal, and the phantasmal but transformative encounters one can have within it. Most recently, in the company of two fellow travelers, I committed a nocturnal Satanic baptism on a secluded (but by no means private) beach, complete with burnt Bibles, defiled crosses, florid blasphemies, and solemn vows. That experience caused me to ruminate on aspects of the transgressive I have yet to fully analyze, especially the religious value of secrecy and of conspiratorial bonds. Alas, such musings fall outside the scope of this paper, which probably wants to be a book when it grows up.

The transgressive, the abject, is a shimmering, numinous and many-faceted thing. The more I struggle to grasp its secrets, the more I hold it in awe, for it always has more to reveal to me. The sacrality of the profane is perhaps beyond human power to articulate, especially not in thirty pages. Still, this being what it is, I must have a thesis, and I must draw a conclusion. What follows is my best attempt.

I believe the key to the mystery of transgression lies in relationality, in the sacred two—that moment when Lucifer and Eisheth Zenunim are split like a holy amoeba, and both self and other come into being. In the right-hand path, all things dissolve into one, uniting in sacred solipsism wherein there can only be Platonic stasis and peace. In the left-hand path, the ego is preserved for the joy of encountering another: “For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.”[98]

Transgression is the experience of delightful friction between what I am and what I am not. It frees me from myself through shock, awe, fear, disgust, pain or unbearable pleasure. It makes me experience the perimeter of my being through its violation. It is a taste of immortality via a brush with death; something that intoxicates me with wonder and relief that I have survived. The retching, the shivers, the discomfort that sends me out of body, the orgasm that melts me into my partner, are the right hand of Baphomet, the solve. In the moments after, I feel their left hand, the coagula, as I drift back into my own perspective, solidified and somehow strengthened.

Dennis discusses the distinction between fusion and immersion when encountering the daimon. Resistance to merging with the images is natural, and even necessary when the ego is still too weak to bear it, but it blocks the transformative power of the encounter. On the other hand, mere fusing with the image, losing the self in the other, is not a path to transformation either. In this case, one is swallowed up by the other, instead of achieving a self-other synthesis through union. In order for this creative union to take place, both identities must remain present, otherwise there is no dynamic alchemy of two substances, only one inert chemical without a catalyzing agent. Immersion is the process of uniting without loss of identity, whereby one can be transformed without being destroyed:

Such an inner union occurs between “equals,” as between two lovers in sexual embrace. A tone of surrender surrounds the encounter, and subtle alchemical changes appear to result for both partners. In imaginal realms, the daimon appears to change, too, through its union with the body.

This concept of immersion versus fusion perfectly sums up my left-handed aspirations

for approaching the universe. I do not wish to lose myself in the totality of everything, instead I want to float upon the sea of experience as a sturdy ego-consciousness capable of encountering infinite, diverse and wonderous others. The abject, the forbidden, first lures me out of my selfhood and then violently thrusts me back into it, transformed. If I am the thesis, the abject is my antithesis, and my spiritual aim is synthesis with and through it.

The crown of the Tree of Klipot is Thaumiel, the Twins of God. It is two, whereas the crown of the Sephiroth, Keter, is unity, oneness. Rather than dissolve in divine light, I choose to exist in a universe of radically non-dual duality, a place of dynamics and contrasts, of light and shade. I want to accept the multiplicity, the complexity, and the ambiguity of existence, its ugliness as well as its beauty. At no time do I feel closer to that mystery, that truth, than when I transgress, shattering like a wave against some shocking experience, only to congeal back into a particle again, so I can examine the revelation from my singular, flawed and humbled perspective, and marvel at the grandeur, vastness and chaos of being.

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APPENDIX I: EXCERPTS FROM CONVERSATIONS WITH OTHER PRACTITIONERS

Conversation between Johnny Truant and Frater Gnostigrangel on Facebook Messenger, 7/13/2022.

JT:

So, I am writing this whole theological/academic paper on antinomianism, and I was thinking about the value of small, harmless acts of law-breaking that are just… weird. Like facing backwards in an elevator or something. And this made me think of you, because I feel there’s a lot of that energy in you, and was wondering if you could talk about that sort of thing.

FG:

Oh, I know what you mean! And I regard myself as an antinomian. Would be happy to give input!

JT:

Yeah… as much as I love the edgier stuff, I’m just thinking about the small things that are almost laughably harmless and yet drive people crazy anyway. It’s not a perfect example, but the moment in the show Strange Angel where Earnest yells “THERE IS NO LAW BEYOND DO WHAT THOU WILT!” and jumps over the neighbor’s fence and into their swimming pool comes to mind.

FG:

Yes, it’s silly but significant. I like to:

  • Make myself visually conspicuous
  • Make a sport of risky outdoor pissing
  • Send unsolicited mail
  • Eat stuff I find, to connect with land spirits but also to understand and feel that I’m not so separate from my environment
  • Give gifts
  • Celebrate Dysnomia’s birthday whenever it seems appropriate. Usually at least 4 times a month.
  • Take long walks during which I regularly trespass, find trinkets, leave images, leave “calling cards”
  • Talk to strangers as if they might understand me

I think violating people’s expectations is incidental – but integral at the same time? If you’re not willing to violate people’s expectations in this culture, you can’t have the relationship with the land and with, like, the weirding – the mysterious causation – that I want to have.

I don’t feel powerful when I have to be angry about rules. I feel powerful when I sweep them aside and other people – and nature herself – seem to endorse that gesture instinctively

We built this stupid rabbit warren for ourselves.

The ugly architecture, the economy, the genders – it’s all stuff that’s now taken to be inherent or natural, that could actually be quite freely swapped out.

I’ve started to feel that extravagant body mods are an expression of the same spirit. Like, the people who have woken up to the immanence of their own will are queuing up to get tails sewn on – for “no reason.” i.e. the reason that is power itself…

The unreasoning reason that is the utterance, “I am!”

And the rejection of a form of “reason” that is mainly an affectation – a tool to justify norms that were imposed by force in the first place – that resistance is everywhere now.

So-called chaos – which in the social sense means making a culture that serves you right now instead of deferring to someone else’s claims about what dead people may have valued – seems to be thriving all over the place now. As we approach the so-called “decadence” of a civilization. A “decadence” I call flowering.

People paint their names in huge letters on the building where they sleep, or along their route to work.

You make a brand or insignia for yourself and display it. You sing yourself forth here and there.

It’s a “crime” to write yourself on certain surfaces unless someone pays you to do it. So many things are “crimes,” we approach anarchy by that route. i.e., if all the laws were enforced all the time there would be no one left out of jail.

Why is it perceived as a tragedy that power appears in its naked form before us, finally, without the fig leaf of “morality”?

The new Aeon says, “Why not?”

It says, “Honi soit qui mal y pense.”

But I digress. More examples perhaps later.

Frater Gnostigrangel is the high priestex of Temple Sophia Eleutheria Eleutheria or the Holy SEE, a rogue Thelemic temple in Oakland, CA.

Excerpt from a conversation between Johnny Truant and “Oleander,” 5/1/2022

JT:

I feel like there is something Klipotic about certain theory, especially anything that bears the mark of Freud. Freud being a Jew who rejected religion so roundly, yet maintains a distinctly Jewish brand of intellectualism… because of that, he and his lineage feel like part of the Left Emanation to me. (Obviously, I mean that as a good thing.)

OL:

Oh, that’s super interesting. Are you thinking of anything in particular? I mean I guess the whole depth theory of the unconscious…

JT:

The sex/death link for one thing…the way he opens up to the idea of really just… sort of bestial and taboo drives existing in people. I just. I dunno. I sense an underlying THEOLOGY in a lot of post-psychoanalytic theory. And it’s an atheistic theology and cosmology, but it is theology and cosmology nonetheless. And it contains this openness to the dark, messy and empty parts of existence. Those interactions of eros, Thanatos, the taboo. The acknowledgement of discontinuity between individuals. 

OL:

Oh yeah. I mean, the “disenchantment of the world” was only ever a displacement. What’s kind of cool is that for Freud, and then way more for Lacan, a lot of that is “inaccessible” or is actually a lack.

JT:

Wait, expand please.

OL:

Well for Freud, we don’t ever have unmediated access to the unconscious (which is created via repression). Right, there are symptoms, like tics and dreams, etc., but you have to do a lot of translation, i.e., “work,” to even begin to get at what is causing that symptom. This is what the surrealists don’t understand. They think you can instrumentalize the unconscious as a resource for creativity. Anyway, this is even more extreme, in Lacan’s Real.

JT:

Right, which I am still having such a hard time grasping.

OL:

I mean, that is literally our experience of the Real—hard to grasp! But the other thing, which is slightly different, but important, is that one of Lacan’s innovations is to suggest that desire is always a product of a lack.

JT:

I think Bataille agrees about desire and lack, though not in that language. It also feels like he wants the Real.

OL:

Yeah. And this is what makes him a spiritual thinker for me. Because he isn’t satisfied that you can’t have the Real.

JT:

 I think grasping at the Real is the point of all this engagement with the abject. I mean, this is literally Tantra, also: trying to break through to actual reality through transgression.

At the end of the day these questions come down to “why am I doing this?” Why am I so HUNGRY for transgression and taboo breaking?

OL:

I mean the interesting thing for me with Kristeva is the degree to which transgression serves to shore up the normative, like most of the time. To provoke the Law.

JT:

Yeah, that’s hard to escape. And is kind of a recognized Tantric trap, I think.

OL:

She does end up seeing transgression work in people like Lautremont, Celine, etc., “revolution in poetic language.” Which I am politically really suspicious of, as I see it as a cop out and displacement of actual revolutionary politics. In that historical context.

JT:

Well, there’s sort of a paradox in transgression. Are you doing it to dissolve the sense that it is a transgression at all? In which case, the pleasures of transgression effectively disappear. The Tantric goal, being the disillusion of all boundaries and seeing all things as equally pure.

OL:

Right.

JT:

Or do you transgress to get your brain to light up in that special way? And if so, are you doomed to diminishing returns on that experience, to having to escalate behavior?

OL:

Would it necessarily be the case that it has to escalate?

JT:

Well, not in my experience, to be fair! But is that because while I may be comfortable with the transgression, society still isn’t?

OL:

I’m going to take off my academic hat, and put on my batshit crazy hat for a second.

JT:

Go! We need to wear both hats on this topic

OL:

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about first three steps [of a 12-step program], and trying to understand to what degree, if any, I sort of started them a little two Novembers ago, when I had congress with the Devil. Because whether that was “real” or imagined, the transgressive feeling of it was enough to give me something that functionally works as “belief.” Or not belief, exactly, but like…some kind of religious feeling that could only happen from doing something that felt genuinely… scary, in a way. Anyway, I haven’t really felt the need to escalate that in anyway. The knowledge of that boundary being crossed still feels pretty…present? I’m still trying to make sense of that, I guess. What motivated me, how I interpreted it, etc.

JT:

Yeah. Makes sense. There’s also significant transgression in being an academic and rational thinker and then going and experiencing that. Food for thought.

OL:

Oh, totally.

JT:

Sometimes escalation feels good, when I get the chance. It feels like the right escalation presents itself to me when I’m in ritual space, and it hasn’t taken me beyond the boundaries of my actual ethics yet. Though it has taken me way outside of my comfort zone in terms of like… what my ego wants to think I am. The Daath working unlocked all this… animalistic masculinity that’s so embarrassing for me. The Ghogiel working took that even further. Digging into the abject side of masculinity has kinda been my project for a while, I guess.

OL:

Yeah, I can imagine that like…leapfrogging over one’s own sense of absurdity could actually end up feeling really powerful.

JT:

The Daath working was this combination of being in power-tripping Priest mode, and also having absolutely no dignity. Way more embarrassing than having any expressed sense of shame.

OL:

Well, shame is kind of a super-ego defense mechanism. “I know better.”

JT:

Super ego went bye-bye. I don’t know about ego, but super ego was not in the house that night, except as a helpless, horrified spectator. So, for ritual purposes, is it better to kill the ego and super ego and surrender to the id completely, or to keep them as a captive audience, and torture them?

“Oleander” is a fellow Satanist and academic (art historian), a member of Church of the Morningstar, a good friend and a frequent sounding board. Other than these details, he wishes to remain anonymous.

APPENDIX II: JOURNAL EXCERPTS

5/17/2022

…Tangentially this brings us to the question of whether antinomianism actually reifies the laws it breaks. Bataille suggests that the pleasure of antinomianism requires acknowledgment of and attachment to the law itself. 

One thing or the other: either the taboo holds good, in which case the experience does not occur, or if it does, only furtively, outside the field of awareness; or it does not hold good; and of the two cases this is the more undesirable.

– Bataille, 36

I emphatically disagree. I will illustrate my reasons with personal experiences of taboo breaking in two cases: homosexuality and sadomasochism.

In the case of homosexuality, a social, religious and sometimes legal taboo exists for purposes of oppression and control. This taboo, imposed from the outside, is internalized in the young homosexual as feelings of guilt, shame, and self-loathing. When the inevitable first homosexual experience occurs, it may be heavily weighted with all the frisson of these feelings. After the encounter, it is true that the internalization of the taboo may be lessened, although it rarely disappears. (If it did disappear completely, I would not know so many gay men who enjoy being called ‘faggot’ in bed, nor would I enjoy that myself.) The intense antinomian transgression of violating a taboo that holds true within oneself will lessen with time and acclimation, but other antinomian pleasures take its place– the pleasure of identification as an outlaw, a rebel, a deviant; of setting oneself against authority. In the case of homosexuality, obviously, there are also rewards that do not rely on antinomianism– same sex love and eroticism, like any love or eroticism between human beings, is fulfilling and compelling whether or not it is against the law. 

The example of sadomasochism illustrates the multiple levels of taboo that can exist within human society and within human beings ourselves. S&M is antinomian in that it is seen as perversion. In recent years, kinky activities have become more socially accepted, but they have also grown more, not less, popular. This is because S&M also persistently challenges internal taboos. No matter how masochistic or submissive one is, there always remains some level of instinctive fear before pain, and continuous obedience is challenging to any human being even when it is freely chosen. From the dominant side, no matter how ardently the masochist desires to be hurt, there is always a fight with internal doubt, guilt and tension as one raises the whip, the sense of giving in to a monstrous desire which must in other contexts be carefully controlled. 

Activities involving domination, restraint and pain are extraordinarily erotic because they are so good at creating pleasurable internal conflicts which resolve into startlingly positive outcomes. The masochist who receives the feared pain and feels it magically transformed into pleasure often ends the experience feeling nearly invincible, almost as if he has a super power. The sadist who beats his beloved to the point of blood and tears only to hear a heartfelt “thank you, sir” has had his feared and loathed impulses accepted, desired, and passionately appreciated. This is nothing less than an experience of grace, of absolution. Because domination and violence are genuinely such dangerous things, playing with them in a consensual context never loses its thrill. Both the dominant and the submissive, the sadist and the masochist, repeatedly survive desires which could actually be existentially threatening, and miraculously, the outcome of all this is pleasure, love and intimacy. 

6/3/2022

The act of violence that deprives the creature of its limited particularity and bestows on it the limitless, infinite nature of sacred things is with its profound logic an intentional one. It is intentional like the act of the man who lays bare, desires and wants to penetrate his victim. The lover strips the beloved of her identity no less than the blood-stained priest his human or animal victim. The woman in the hands of her assailant is despoiled of her being. With her modesty she loses the firm barrier that once separated her from others and made her inpenetrable. She is brusquely laid open to the violence of the sexual urges set loose in the organs of reproduction; she is laid open to the impersonal violence that overwhelms her from without.

-Bataille, 90

Zero understanding here of the personhood and perspective of the object of the sacrifice. Seemingly no acknowledgement of the penetrating partner’s potential to lose themself in the act and vacate their identity as well. No analysis of the state of acting as the bottom or “sacrifice” and what this “victim” role might provide to a person spiritually. 

6/9/2022

But Mishima’s peerless power is so totalizing that it apparently neutralizes contradictions by fiat, so that, for example, the most decadent vice of all—the aestheticization and eroticization of deadly violence—can be proposed as a manly virtue, and a philosophy that prizes experience above all else can enfold a vision of sex as the static communion of a calcified body and a desiring gaze.

https://www.bookforum.com/print/2502/1968-s-dangerous-and-grandiose-fantasies-19688

This is the problem of antinomian delving into the abject, it can and will be appropriated by this type of aggressive fascist masculinity.

6/13/2022

I expel myself, I spit myself out, I abject myself within the same motion through which “I” claim to establish myself.

-Kristeva, 3 

I think this reaction to the abject, this sort of… EJECTION of the self from the self, this nigh-astral projection response to what is forbidden and repulsive, is the mechanism of spiritual experiences rooted in taboo!

6/18/2022

Dennis feels that her more “right hand path” spiritual grounding ill-prepared her for this type of experience, writing: “I then learned how my training in spiritual practices tempted me to bypass this intermediate, subtle body layer of the psyche, which in fact I needed to traverse in order to access energies and teachings I could not receive by simple mindful observation.”

So many forms of meditation discourage thought, imagination and imagery, and discourage engagement with images and fantasy that might arise… rarely are we told what would happen if we engaged the images. Astral meditation, as I and many members of my church practice it, is a deliberate entry into this imaginal realm and engagement with the bizarre images and fantasies that arise.


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[2] LaVey, 34.

[3] Alexis Sanderson, “Meaning in Tantric Ritual,” in Essays Sur Le Rituel III, edited by Anne-Marie Blondeau and Krisofer Schipper (Louvain-Paris: Peeters, 1995), 85.

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[12] Michael Aquino, The Crystal Tablet of Set (San Francisco: Temple of Set, 1996), pg. 22.

[13] Ruben Van Luijk, Children of Lucifer: The Origins of Modern Religious Satanism (New York, NY: Oxford University Press, 2016), 375.

[14] Van Luijk, 379.

[15] Genesis 2:18

[16] Genesis 3:6

[17] Genesis 4:8-15

[18] Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, translated by Leon S. Roudiez (New York, NY: Columbia University Press, 1982), pg. 30.

[19] Kristeva, pgs. 27-30.

[20] Kristeva, 126.

[21] Bataille, 63.

[22] Kristeva, 1-2.

[23] Sandra Lee Dennis, Embrace of the Daimon: Healing through the Subtle Energy Body/ Jungian Psychology & the Dark Feminine (York Beach: West County Press, 2013), 1-2.

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[25] Dennis, 81.

[26] Bataille, 63.

[27] Kristeva, 30.

[28] Kristeva, 2.

[29] Kristeva, 2.

[30] Kristeva, 3.

[31] Kristeva, 13.

[32] Kristeva, 4.

[33] Kristeva, 17.

[34] Bataille, 71.

[35] Bataille, 13-14.

[36] Bataille, 59.

[37] Bataille, 12.

[38] Bataille, 12-13

[39] Bataille, 22-23

[40] Bataille, 131.

[41] Bataille, 51-52.

[42] Bataille, 167.

[43] Bataille, 18.

[44] Bataille, 90.

[45] Bataille, 90.

[46] Leo Bersani, “Is the Rectum a Grave?” AIDS: Cultural Analysis/Cultural Activism (Issue no. 43, Winter 1987), 220.

[47] Bersani, 216-217.

[48] Bersani, 221.

[49] Bersani, 217.

[50] Bersani, 222.

[51] Kristeva, 3.

[52] Kristeva, 3.

[53] Kristeva, 9.

[54] Kristeva, 12.

[55] Kristeva, 8.

[56] Kristeva, 9.

[57] Kristeva, 5.

[58] Bataille, 79-80.

[59] Kristeva, 74.

[60] Bataille, 81-82.

[61] Bataille, 113-114.

[62] Barbara Creed, The Monstrous-Feminine: Film, Feminism, Psychoanalysis (London, England: Routledge, 2015), 8.

[63] Dennis, 39.

[64] Dennis, 55.

[65] Dennis, loc. 351 of 6523.

[66] Dennis, loc. 364 of 6523.

[67] Dennis, 14-15.

[68] Dennis, 124-125.

[69] Bataille, 224.

[70] R. E. L. Masters, Eros and Evil: The Sexual Psychopathology of Witchcraft (New York: The Julian Press, 1962), 83.

[71] Bataille, 239-240.

[72] Kristeva, 15.

[73] Masters, 93.

[74] Alexis Sanderson, “Saivism and the Tantric Traditions,” In The World’s Religions, edited by Stewart Sutherland, Leslie Houlden, Peter Clarke and Friedhelm Hardy (London: Routledge, 1988), 670-671.

[75] Bataille, 57.

[76] Kristeva, 3

[77] Bataille, 233

[78] Meaning in Tantric Ritual, 82-83.

[79] Kristeva, 77.

[80] Thomas Karlsson, Qabalah, Qliphoth and Goetic Magic (Jacksonville, OR: Ajna Press, 2009), 66-67.

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[83] Kristeva, 70.

[84] Dennis, loc. 344-347 of 6523.

[85] Theleweit, 378.

[86] Van Luijk, 208.

[87] Saivism and the Tantric Traditions, 669.

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[89] Kristeva, 64-65.

[90] Bersani, 217.

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[94] Theleweit, 6-7.

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[96] Dennis, 8-9.

[97] Leviticus 16:8

[98] Liber AL vel Legis, 1:29