Sermon from the Pit

Blessed are the proud, for they know their worth.

Blessed are the vengeful, for they make their own justice. 

Blessed are the thieves, for theirs shall be the riches.

Blessed are the armed, for they will seize the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they will devour the wealthy.

Blessed are the filthy, for to them, all things are holy.

Blessed are the whores, for they are the children of Babalon.

Blessed are the lawless, for only they know freedom.

Blessed are you when they call you a terrorist, for this means you stood up to fight. 

Blessed are you when they call you a pervert, for this means you have taken pleasure. 

Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you, because you would not submit to their God. 

Blessed are the anarchists. 

Blessed are the communists.

Blessed are the Zapatistas. 

Blessed were the Panthers. 

Blessed were the Provos. 

Blessed is the Intifada. 

Rage and be wrathful, for no reward awaits you in heaven, nor in any hell, nor any on the Earth, unless you seize it for yourselves. 

Do not think that I have come to preach the Law. I have come to abolish it. For truly I tell you, there are no laws but the laws of Nature, nor have there ever been, nor shall there ever be. Therefore anyone who makes commandments is accursed. 

You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘Thou shalt not kill.’ Yet truly you kill continuously, without the slightest thought. The insects and the blades of grass are crushed beneath your feet. An universe of microscopic beings thrives and dies within you, and like a cruel God, you remain indifferent to it all. Every day you devour corpses, of plants or of animals, and clothe yourselves in the dead. And as for those who say “Thou shalt not kill,” they make war and carry out executions. They leave the cold outside and allow the hungry to starve. They stand their ground and shoot to kill, all to protect their riches. 

O my comrades, truly, I tell you, that thou shalt also kill, if and when the time is right. Perhaps thou shalt kill in self-defense, or in taking vengeance, or in an uprising or revolution. Thou shalt kill, perhaps, for a cause, or to be free, or to survive. Perhaps thou shalt kill, and even be justified. 

But do not be eager to kill your fellow human being. Do not hunger for killing. Do not imagine it to be ecstasy or bliss to kill, any more than it is ecstasy and bliss to be killed. Each person is a God. Who are you to crush a universe? So blessed are the ones who hold the power of life and death, yet make no use of it. 

Do not believe you will be judged for anger. You will be judged neither for feelings nor for thoughts; neither will you be judged for words. Not even for actions will you be judged, but truly I say unto you, actions will bring their consequences without a hint of judgment or any thought of justice. Cause and effect is a law without mercy. Beware not of judgment but of outcomes. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery,’ and that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery in his heart. The false prophet told you to gouge out your right eye and cut off your right hand and throw them away rather than allow them to lead you to lus. He commanded you to mutilate yourself rather than to have your whole body thrown into Hell. But I tell you: go whole into Hell. Go into Hell whole-heartedly and with singleness of mind, with conviction and courage, go! Throw yourself into Hell as you throw yourself into the act of love– with total faith and perfect devotion. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘Do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also.’ But I tell you that if anyone slaps you on your right cheek, you may strike them back on the right and left. Do not make a beast of prey out of yourself. Do not do violence to yourself by allowing violence to be done unto you. 

And if you forgive other people when they sin against you, they may forgive you, or not. And if you do not forgive them, they may forgive you, or not. For they are as free as you are, and over them you hold no power. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.’ But I tell you that it does not matter if you love them or hate them, if you pray for them or curse them. The only thing that matters is that you fight them. Fight the one who persecutes you, and the one who persecutes your neighbor as well. Resist and destroy all persecutors, whether they seek to crush you, or your families, or your neighbors, or foreigners and strangers. 

And practice your righteousness both openly and in secret, where all can see and where none can see. Flaunt your courage and generosity so that others may emulate it. But know also how to be silent, and clandestine, and struggle in secret, so that neither the eyes of God nor of Caesar shall see you, and neither angels nor police will hinder your aims. 

And when you pray, pray however you will, wherever you will, loudly or softly, in speech or in song, on your knees or on your feet or on your back or on your belly. Pray fearlessly and shamelessly, as if speaking with your lover or your closest friend. And know that you need no temple to pray, nor any altar, nor any sacred place, for to the Devil, all things are holy. 

And do not fast or be chaste or deny yourself or mortify your flesh, unless it gives you pleasure to do so– and if it does, then revel in your perversity! 

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. Nor can you store up treasures for yourselves in Heaven or in Hell. If your heart resides where your treasure is, then your heart is empty and lost. Give to others according to your ability, and receive from them according to your need. And serve neither God nor money, nor anything else. Instead of serving two masters, refuse to serve even one. 

You have been given the fruit of knowledge, you are become as Gods, knowing good and evil. Therefore you may judge others, you may look upon them and take their measure, yet so too they have the right to judge and measure you. So know and judge and measure thyself first– gaze into the mirror and pluck the beam from thine own eye! Yet you may find no difference between the sacred and the dogs, the pearls and the swine. 

At times it is not enough to ask to receive, at times the door remains closed to you although you knock. In those hours you must take what is not given, you must break down the door that has shut you out. 

But in all things you must do not as I have advised, but only as you deem right; for cursed is the law and dead are the prophets, and all that remains is your choice.

Act as you choose, and only as you choose. I pray for you that you will commit not one deed against your will, and never lift a finger to do anything out of obligation. 

Blessed are the prideful.

Blessed are the lawless. 

Blessed are the filthy and profane. 

Blessed are the promiscuous. 

Blessed are the wrathful. 

Blessed are the free. 

Nema. 

What are Demons?

Demons are fallen angels. They know more than angels because they have experienced Hell as well as Heaven. They also walk the earth, swim in the seas, dance in the fire and fly the skies.

Demons go everywhere, see everything, embrace all experiences. They are travelers between realms. 

Demons are liminal and mixed. They blend divine and infernal, human and animal, male and female traits. 

Demons are threatening because their very beings cross lines and break taboos. 

Demons are hungry, thirsty, lusty, greedy, curious. They are beings of desire, craving sustenance, sensation, adventure, knowledge. They have the nature of fire, and thus they need to consume. In that way, they are no different than we are. 

Demons are to be feared, but not because they lie. They are to be feared because they tell the truth. Not only that, but they won’t shut up. They won’t go away. They won’t leave you alone. Like desires, needs, longings, and burning questions, they won’t leave you alone until they are satisfied, and they will not be satisfied until you are satisfied. 

Demons are beautiful and terrifying, sublime and disgusting, sacred and profane. They are creatures of opposites and extremes. They are avatars of non-dual duality because they contain all of every binary within each of them. In this way, also, they are just like us. 

Demons are our mirrors. People who run from demons often hate their own reflections. Demons reveal everything within us that is hidden, secret and rejected, and then they show us how holy our shadows are. 

Demons will turn your world upside down, bring you your own personal apocalypse, and set you free in a new world of endless possibilities– only to do it all to you again, as often as necessary, again and again. 

Angels know the you that God wanted to create, the you that your parents wanted to raise, the you that your teachers wanted to know. But demons know the real you, and they fucking love it. 

Get to know and love a Demon, and somebody you will realize that you have come to know and love yourself. 

Revelation and Revolution

Would you look at that! I forgot to post my Antichristmas sermon for 2023. Better late than never, I suppose.

It was a time of turmoil and upheaval. A great empire was terrorizing the world. The people living between the river Jordan and the Mediterranean sea were being oppressed by imperialism. It seemed like the end of the world. In short, it was a time something like our own.

In this dark time, a mysterious man, exiled to the Grecian isle of Patmos, wrote a puzzling and disturbing mystical text. This man, who wrote under the name John, was an early Christian. He had been banished by the Roman authorities, as much for his politics as for his religion. You see, the Romans didn’t really care what gods you worshiped, as long as you also paid lip-service to worshiping Caesar as divine. Only two kinds of people in their empire tended to refuse to do that– Jews, and, more recently, those pesky new Christians. 

So exiled John brooded and ranted and raved and wrote what would eventually become the last and arguably most bonkers book in the Bible: Revelations. 

Revelations is hard to understand at first. This might partially be on purpose. John had gotten into trouble for his anti-Roman message before, so he veiled it in allegory. In Revelations we encounter many-headed beasts, multiple trumpet-blowing angels, demonic hordes of locusts, four mysterious horsemen, a harlot drunk on the blood of saints, and a lamb with seven eyes that is supposed to be Jesus. The imagery is violent and psychedelic. Anyone reading it would be forgiven for wondering what John was on. 

To make matters worse, this book has been reinterpreted many times over. It’s a favorite with the worst kinds of Christians, who love to conclude that whoever they hate at the moment is The Antichrist and have called everything from Real ID to the COVID vaccine “the mark of the beast.” All the baggage that the book has picked up over the centuries has made it even harder to understand, and today I plan to compound that problem by introducing yet another interpretation. 

Before I do that, though, let’s at least try to understand what John meant. 

The key to understanding Revelations is that it’s anti-Imperial, anti-Roman polemic. Think of it as an obscene political cartoon. The political powers and personalities of the day were represented as grotesque mythological creatures in order to critique them. The anti-Roman meaning was sometimes literally in code. For example:

Rev 13:18 Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

Here John is using numerology as a code to hide his meaning. Six hundred and sixty six is the numerical equivalent of “Emperor Nero.” 

In another passage, John describes a monstrous dragon pursuing a woman who has given birth to a holy child. While the dragon is described as “Satan,” what John is really talking about here is the Roman empire’s persecution of the Christian church, represented by the woman. A clue to the dragon’s Roman identity is given by the number of his heads, horns and crowns, as will be explained shortly. 

But it’s not until the passage about The Whore of Babylon that John decides to make his meaning clear. He explains that the seven heads of the beast represent seven hills, and that the whore is a great city who sits upon those hills. He can only be talking about Rome, which dominated the world and whose seven hills were well known. 

So you see, despite numerous latter-day Evangelical efforts to decode the meaning of Revelations and show how it is “coming true,” Revelations was not a prophecy of the future at all, and its meaning was perfectly clear at the time to anyone who could read. It’s quite silly for conservative Christians to decide that Obama is the Antichrist or Kim Kardashian is the Whore of Babylon. 

(You know what’s annoying? Those were just my first guesses for who Christians have been calling the Antichrist and the Whore of Babylon most widely and most recently, but when I googled to get an update on their current picks, Barack Obama and Kim Kardashian were still their top choices. You’d think they would’ve moved on to Joe Biden and Cardi B or something.)

At the same time, though, texts exist in history, and are subject to interpretation. While Revelations was originally an anti-imperial polemic, we cannot ignore everything that has happened since it was written– most notably, Christianity being adopted by the Roman Empire itself. 

Some Christians see Constantine’s conversion, and the subsequent Christianization of Rome, as the triumph of Christ over empire. I see it as the triumph of empire over Christ. Christianity as we know it today, only really began when it became the religion of imperialism. Ever since then, Christ’s revolutionary potential has been lost. He has been turned into the most loyal servant, and the most eloquent apologist, of the powers that be. In some ways, this is a fitting destiny for the son of an authoritarian God, for the so-called “King of Kings.” 

Two millenia later, the roles of Revelations have been reversed. Christ no longer stands for liberation. In the times we live in now, it is perfectly natural to flip the script and perform a counter-reading of Revelations wherein the great red dragon, the great beast 666, and Babylon Mother of Abominations no longer represent oppression, but instead its end. 

So in the spirit of the season, let us ask ourselves: who is the Antichrist? 

The Christian trinity consists of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost– three persons, one substance, one God. This trinity is immediately and obviously incomplete as it excludes the feminine. One would think that a trio including a father and a son must obviously contain a mother, but in this case of Christian theology, one could be wrong. In fact the Holy Spirit is most explicitly not the mother, but merely the aspect of God by which Mary conceived– the angel Gabriel explains to the virgin in Luke 1:35 that “the holy ghost shall come upon thee” and thus she would bear a child without “knowing” a man. The Holy Ghost is thus closer to God’s semen than to a mother. 

Satanism does not have “a” trinity, rather, it has trinities. 

Lucifer, Eisheth Zenunim, and Baphomet are one such trinity– representing the masculine, the feminine, and the androgynous from which both come and to which both return. There is also Lilith, Na’amah, and Agrat– the mother, the mother, and the child. Within each individual there exists a trinity of physical, mental, and spiritual– or id, ego and superego, if you prefer. 

But I want to speak of a third trinity, that which exists between a Satanist, Satan, and the Satanist’s Inner God– and the Inner God of a Satanist is what I call an Antichrist. 

To me the Antichrist is not a single individual. The Antichrist is a beast with many heads. Each of us who has taken up arms against the Tyrant God, and against the earthly injustices that represent Him, is an Antichrist. 

Christ means anointed, special, chosen. To be an Antichrist means to be unanointed. No God above has picked you out for divine kingship. Instead, you have chosen to respond to an inner call to be a revolutionary. Do not let yourself believe that just because you are an Antichrist, you are above anyone else. In fact, your calling is to make sure that nobody lords over anyone else, ever again. 

Your calling, above all, is to oppose the apocalypse. The forces of Jehovah desire the destruction of the earth. They wait with baited breath for the glorious rapture. Some of them even deliberately try to hasten its coming. The rest turn a blind eye to the world’s destruction, convinced that climate change is not the work of human beings. When they see the four horsemen of the apocalypse coming, bringing war, famine, plague and death, they only smile, because to them it means that God’s day is at hand. All of these are good signs to them, signs of a prophecy nearing fulfillment. 

For John’s Christ, however anti-Imperialist, brought only Revelation, not Revolution. God had promised to sweep it all away, to bring the mighty down with his divine judgment. There was no need at all for human action. Yet now we stand on the brink of extinction, and no omnipotent hand, either divine or infernal, can save us from ourselves. Only we can do that. 

The Antichrist represents the radical heresy that there is no savior except for those of us who answer the call. The weight of the world is heavy, and no single human can lift it. All of us together, though, can raise it up. The past several years have brought war, famine, plague and death in plenty. Let us see the signs.

My friends, for all my diabolism I’m not usually much of a hellfire preacher. Today, I make an exception. Today, I call you to action. Today, I beg you to rise up. The enemy is strong, but we can be stronger, if we awake! Our movements may seem broken and scattered, but it is written that when one of the Beast’s many heads seemed wounded unto death, it miraculously healed, and all the world wondered after the beast, saying: Who is like unto the beast? Who is able to make war with him? (Rev 13:3-4)

Let us be a beast with many heads. If one is struck down, others will rise. As individuals we are weak, but the might of the working class could be the might of the beast himself. 

Pray to the Devil to show you what you can do for the revolution. Ask him how you can help to save the world. Pray this every day, and keep your eyes open for opportunities to be of service to humanity. They will come to you, I promise. Open your mind, and the light of Lucifer will reveal the Antichrist path uniquely suited to you. Your specific talents, passions, virtues and aptitudes are needed somewhere. Seek and ye shall find. Furthermore, I firmly believe that if we all do this, it will become easy. 

Heed also these warnings: beware of false prophets and non-profits. Shun the democratic party, shun liberal capitalist establishment, for it too is Empire. 

The Antichrist once represented empire. Now Christ stands for empire. It is no accident that this happened. Christ became empire because it was possible for empire to co-opt him. Therefore the Antichrist must be impossible to co-opt. 

Christ could be taken by Empire because he represented passivity instead of ferocious resistance. Christ could be swallowed whole by the Imperial monster because he turned the other cheek. Be not like him. Be active. Be militant. Be willing to fight by any means necessary. Turn not the other cheek. When it comes to the oppressors, don’t just take an eye for an eye– take their heads as well. 

And never, ever, believe yourself to be the one and only and chosen. More importantly, never let anyone else believe you are that. Christ claimed to have all power, yet he was destroyed. After that, what could his followers do, believing they were only human? All they could do was follow their leader’s example and martyr themselves enthusiastically, which they proceeded to do with gusto. That’s what happens when a movement has only one head– if you cut it off, the body dies. Again, I tell you– be a beast with many heads. 

Christ lost because he represents martyrdom, which is merely the glorification of defeat. And as the case of Jesus proves, the romantic suffering of a martyr can be sanctified even by the tyrants who killed him. Why not? By willingly dying, he did them a favor. So Antichrist, reject noble sacrifice. Reject heroic death. Fight not to die, but to win at all costs. 

Above all, you must insist on life and liberty for not just yourself but for all beings, save for those who unrepentantly violate and oppress the rest of us. If you truly serve the ideal of free, long, and happy lives for all, if you keep your standards high and clearly in mind, then you will be incorruptible, dear Antichrist. Neither government nor capital can co-opt you. Fight for a world with a level playing field, a world without lords or masters. A world where all needs and even most desires can be met. Have nothing to do with kings, presidents, CEOs, dictators, prime ministers, venture capitalists, megalomaniacal party chairman or Gods on high. The law of non serviam is for all. Refuse to serve or be served and you will stay pure. 

Merry Antichristmas. If the Antichrist in you has yet to be born, let this be the day that you realize that you are here to do the Devil’s work. May Satan be with you, nema. 

Ethical Possession

Or, “How to Channel Demons without Going Off the Deep End and Making a Weird Fucked-Up Cult.”

I never expected channeling to be part of my life and spiritual practice. I was raised “spiritual not religious” in California, which means I spent a lot of time around New Age bullshit. For a time, those experiences drove me to become a hardcore atheist, until other experiences changed my mind and showed me that there are ways to believe without going crazy and spending fifty thousand dollars on crystals, consciousness-raising workshops, fake Tantra gurus and psychic healers.

Still, even after my conversion to Satanism, even after I began practicing magick, channeling made me uneasy. And for good reason– many an abusive cult has begun with a leader claiming the exclusive power to channel otherworldly entities.

And then an awkward thing happened. I met, and fell in love with, an absurdly talented channeler.

Initially I had extreme reservations. I feared I was being conned, that he would try to use his claimed ability to control me or others, or maybe that he was just plain crazy. Over time, however, it became clear that none of those things were happening. I became about ninety percent convinced that the channeling was real, but also one hundred percent convinced that, real or not, it was not merely harmless, but in fact spiritually and emotionally beneficial.

So reader, I married him.

Since then, channeling has become a regular part of Church of the Morningstar services. So far, we haven’t become a weird cult about it. That’s because we have a certain philosophy about channeling, and certain guardrails in place, which prevent channeling from becoming a power play or a source of unhealthy delusion.

Below, I have attempted to lay those safeguards, and this mindset.

This post is not about technique, so I will not be going into the nitty-gritty of how to channel, how to banish, how to ward, or otherwise giving any other magical instruction. This post is primarily about keeping the social consequences of channeling in check.

ONE: Spiritual Safety

I’ll start by saying that channeling demons– that is, becoming voluntarily possessed– is not nearly as dangerous as it sounds, provided you practice basic magical sanitation.

Before you channel, you should have warded your space so that only invited entities can enter. You should have cast a circle. You should have a good number of banishing rituals and techniques in your back pocket, just in case shit goes south.

But I will be honest with you. Shit will rarely go south. For most people, the hard part about channeling isn’t getting the entities to go away– it’s getting them to come in.

And, of course, making sure nobody gets weird about it.

TWO: Maintain Skepticism

Channeling/possession is a spectrum. In my experience, it is rare for a person to be so overwhelmed by an entity’s presence that they lose all control over themselves, black out, and fail to remember any of the experience. Usually, at least part of you will remain home while you channel. You will likely be conscious for the experience. There will just be someone else there doing the talking for you, and you may be surprised by the words coming out of your mouth and the actions performed by your body.

It will feel weird. You will wonder if you are crazy or somehow subconsciously making it up.

And you know what? It’s good to wonder that!

The “crazy” part is surprisingly easy to get out of the way– mental illness is only diagnosed if it causes distress or impairs function. So as long as your channeling experiences are pleasant, beneficial, only happening when you want them to, and not fucking up your life, it technically does not matter if it’s a delusion. It’s still benign.

As far as subconsciously making it up– this is a distinct possibility. My attitude towards it has become “so what?” If it’s all secretly just psychodrama, that doesn’t really matter to me. I still get great advice from demons. I still learn and grow through these experiences. I still get answers from them that I did not know, at least not with my conscious mind. In other words, for me, it’s useful.

The definition of magic in the modern era is pretty much “stuff that seems to work but we can’t prove it in an empirical setting and we aren’t really sure why.” If you are an intellectually honest person and have been practicing for any length of time, you already know that you’ll never be one hundred percent sure. But you keep doing this stuff anyway because it seems to work and it helps you. Channeling and possession are no different.

THREE: Anyone Can Channel

Channeling is a skill. As with any skill, some people also seem to have a natural talent for it. But practice can close the gap between the “naturally” gifted and those who struggled at first.

If anyone tells you that they have a unique magical ability of any kind that nobody else can access, laugh in their face and unsubscribe from their newsletter. If anyone tells you that they have a unique magical ability that they can teach you if you pay them thousands of dollars, that person is a scammer. If somebody tells you that they and they alone have been chosen as a conduit for Satan to speak through, that person is trying to control you by seeming to wield a greater authority. Run away.

You, yes you, can learn to do this. You don’t need to depend on anyone else for your connection to the infernal.

FOUR: Just Because Someone Says They Are Channeling Doesn’t Mean They Are Channeling

Hopefully this needs no explanation. They may say they are channeling, but they may be wrong, or lying. They may be channeling, but accidentally channeling a different entity than the one they meant to channel.

FIVE: The Content Matters More than the Source

The only reason to listen to a “channeled” entity is if it is saying things worth hearing anyway, so let that be your guide. Sometimes the answers you need in your life come from a demon speaking through a possessed human being. Sometimes those answers come from reading a book, or searching your own soul, or overhearing a conversation between strangers in the supermarket. Sometimes the right answer might even come to you by accident from a huckster who is trying to con you. Life is weird like that.

Take what is useful to you and leave the rest, because…

SIX: DEMONS ARE NOT THE BOSS OF YOU

Demons aren’t the boss of you. Satan is not the boss of you. You, yes you, are a living God, and you are not anyone’s servant to command. That includes the Devil, and in my experience, he is always the first to say so.

Just because someone was supposedly channeling Satan doesn’t mean you have to follow their instructions or take their advice. And if the “Satan” they are channeling insists that you must, then that’s not the Devil I know.

SEVEN: The Channeler is Responsible

Channeling is not an excuse for bad behavior. At the end of the day, the channeler is accountable for anything that the channeled entity says or does while borrowing their body.

This is crucial, even if it doesn’t seem fair. In cases of real, total possession, obviously it may be possible that the channeler is completely absent and not at all in control. But the rest of us only have the word of the channeler that this is what happened.

If some fucked up shit happens while somebody is channeling, I encourage you to consider that conduit an unsafe person. In some cases, it may also be wise to consider the alleged entity an unsafe entity. You should perhaps stop hanging out with either of them.

More May Be Revealed

These guidelines are neither foolproof nor perfect. They are a work in progress and just represent the best practices we have figured out so far. But I do feel comfortable saying that if you implement these practices, you are well on the way to making sure channeling cannot be used for authoritarian purposes, and ensuring that nobody goes off the deep end based on channeled content.

The Lord of the Opening

This is the story of how a God became a demon– specifically, of how Baal became Belphegor.

The name Belphegor derives from the Baal of Peor, which means “Lord of the Opening.” We know very little about this Baal except for what is written in the Hebrew Bible, all of which is from the perspective of his enemies. 

Maybe this Baal Peor was an aspect of Baal Hadad, the supreme deity of the Canaanites. But since “Baal” just means “Lord,” we can’t be completely sure that the Lord of Peor is the same as Lord Hadad. 

There were many Baals, in fact– Baal Zephon, the lord residing on Mount Zephon; Baal Berith, the Lord of the Covenant who was briefly worshiped by the Israelites when they went astray from their God; Baal Zebul, Lord of the Heavenly Dwelling, who became Beelzebub, Lord of Flies; and the ram-horned Baal Hammon, also called Baal Karnaim, which means “The Lord of Two Horns.” How they all relate to each other is difficult to say. Our sources are few. History has been written by the victors, and in the battle for worshippers and reverence, Yahweh won and Baal lost.

We do have fragments of an Ugaritic epic known as the Baal cycle, which describes the exploits of Baal Hadad on his way to becoming king of the Gods. This Baal is a god of rain and storms. In the dry region of ancient Canaan, rain was crucial for agriculture. Without the rain, one did not eat. During the hot summer, Mot, God of Death, was considered to reign on Earth, while Baal retreated to the underworld. His return in the wet season heralded the defeat of death and restoration of the earth’s fertility. 

Baal was not merely a rain god. He was also a warrior. He did battle with many gods, including the Death God Mot. Describing his victory, one text says:

“Sun rules the Rephaim, Sun rules the divine ones: 

Your company are the gods, see, the dead are your company.”

The text is fragmentary, but these words are seemingly spoken to Baal by Shapsu, the sun goddess. She is granting Baal partial authority over her legions of the dead. But why should the sun be connected to the dead? It seems an odd association to us now, but the ancient Canaanites believed that every night, the sun sank beneath the earth and traveled through the underworld. That meant that the sun goddess Shapsu was a liminal figure, constantly traveling between the lands of the living and of the dead. 

This connection of Baal Hada to the dead brings us back specifically to Baal of Peor. Psalm 106 contains these lines: 

They joined themselves also unto Baal-peor,

And ate the sacrifices of the dead.

This is probably the most reliable description of the worship of Baal of Peor that we have. It seems that during rituals to him, food was offered to the mighty ancestors, the Rephaim. The living ones making the offering would then consume it themselves. To me this seems like a beautiful practice, and I plan to try “eating with the dead” in a manner inspired by this. 

But the worshippers of Yahweh bitterly resented the cult of Baal, and struggled against it for hearts and minds. In the Bible we read that Israelite men and women turned away from Yahweh and went “whoring” after Baal. Some have taken this to mean that the worship of Baal involved sexual rites, but there’s not really much evidence to support that. I personally would love to believe in ecstatic orgies in Baal honor, just because that seems fun– however, “whoring” after Baal was probably purely metaphorical. The idea is that Israel is “cheating” on Yahweh by worshiping Baal. It’s simply a comparison of religious infidelity to sexual infidelity. The other meaning of “whoring” after Baal is that Israelites were intermarrying with Canaanite Baal worshippers, and in some cases religiously converting to worship of Baal themselves. 

So the followers of Yahweh did everything they could to suppress the cult of Baal, mainly by smashing his idols wherever they found them. Yahweh’s faithful triumphed, and the worship of Baal faded away. The rest is well-known history. 

Long after Baal’s worship had become a thing of the past, Yahweh’s followers continued to demonize and slander him. I say with love that the Jewish sense of humor can be quite scathing, and on the topic of Baal of Peor, the Rabbis were merciless. A midrash was invented that “the opening” of which Baal was Lord was actually the anus. They claimed that Baal of Peor was worshiped by defecating in front of his statue. 

And so Belphegor was born. Woven together from all these threads of legend and slander, a unique and baffling demon was created– Belphegor, Lord of the Dead, a demon of the sun, and the patron of… feces. 

Belphegor’s association with shit can be off-putting. I know it was to me. But if we can set aside our disgust and contemplate the deeper meaning of excrement, we will realize that the scatalogical Belphegor we know today is not so very far from the agricultural fertility god of the Canaanites. After all, manure makes fertile. Eating and excreting are parts of the same process, and Belphegor is there at both ends. 

The element of earth itself, the soil from which all things grow and upon which our lives depend, is largely made of shit and corpses. Dead plant and animal matter, as well as feces, turns into rich compost from which new life can emerge. The sun provides the warmth which allows things to rot and fester and return in a new form. 

Baal himself was a god who died and was reborn. He was swallowed whole by Mot, god of Death. His younger sister Anat, and Shapsu, goddess of the sun, traveled through the bowels of the underworld to bring him back to life. His revival brought healing, nourishing rains after seven years of drought. One could even say that not only was Baal eaten, but also digested and excreted, returned to the earth in a new, fertilizing form. Without him, the people of the earth had been starving, wasting away in famine. Baal’s rains allowed their crops to grow again. The god himself, in this way, is synonymous with food. And what is eaten must be expelled. So we see that Belphegor’s fecal nature and his association with death are merely diabolic veils before his powers of nourishment and life. 

Belphegor as a solar demon is often connected to the concept of the Black Sun. The alchemical black sun has nothing to do with the Nazi symbol, which isn’t even actually called the black sun but rather the sonnenrad, or “sun wheel.” In alchemy, the black sun represents the phase of putrefaction, which allows what is not needed to disintegrate and fall away in order for purity to emerge. This association with the dark or inverse sun echoes Baal’s connection to the sun of the underworld, the sun of night. Also, a literal “black sun” in scientific terms would surely be a black hole, a very fitting thing for the Lord of the Opening to be associated with. The other natural occurrence of a black sun is a solar eclipse, and Baal’s legend also mentions the sun vanishing or going dark when he died. 

The concepts and images that surround demons can often seem negative, menacing or disgusting, but when we look deeply into demons, we find that they contain the bright sides of existence as well as the dark. Neither dying nor shitting is actually horrifying– at least not compared to a world without death or excretion. Our bodies must expel waste in order to live, and holding that all inside would be much more repulsive than getting it out. And while eternal life may seem like an appealing fantasy, and death and loss are frightening and painful, death makes way for new lives, and saves us from a monotonous world of the same fucking people doing the same things again and again for all of eternity. It is better to eat and shit, to live and die, than to do neither. These processes, the good and the bad, are merely parts of the mechanics of existence. 

Belphegor represents these processes, at once life-giving and death-dealing, rancid and beautiful. Not for nothing was Baal known as Lord of the Earth. The storm that makes fertile can also bring destruction, the feces that spread disease can also make plants grow. Belphegor stands for the ambiguous, double-edged nature of the earth and its cycles, and his repulsive aspects protect us from over-romanticizing or sentimentalizing nature. 

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. 

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.

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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[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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[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.

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[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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[65] Dennis, loc. 351 of 6523.

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[68] Dennis, 124-125.

[69] Bataille, 224.

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[72] Kristeva, 15.

[73] Masters, 93.

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[76] Kristeva, 3

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

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[96] Dennis, 8-9.

[97] Leviticus 16:8

[98] Liber AL vel Legis, 1:29