infernumaeternis:

brightestandbest:

In Hebrew sacred texts and religious writings there are references to “a satan” or “the satan” as it it was a noun rather than a name, and also as if there were many of them.

Remember that “satan” translates variously as “obstacle,” “adversary,” “accuser,” “slanderer.” Being “a satan” is a role. There are probably many entities that this applies to. 

A few I see as being separate from each other but all probably satans are: Lucifer, Iblis, Beelzebub, Baphomet, Asmodeus, to name just a few. I would say Lilith is as well, but that might be controversial– in any case I think she’s more than earned the titles of adversary and accuser. 

Your mileage may vary. If you think those entities are all one big Satan, that’s OK. If you think some of them are not satans, that is OK. 

But I think this is a nice thing to keep in mind when wondering things like “Is Lucifer Satan?” 

Here’s my beliefs- the Lucifer I know, have met, and believe in, is A satan. He is one of many satans, he is an accuser, a challenger, an adversary. I’ve come across many satan figures in my journey. But in my practices and beliefs, Lucifer is not The Satan. Satan does not exist to me. A being of pure sin and evil doesn’t exist, because there is no pure good, nor pure evil. God is not pure light; God, and all spirits, are capable of both malevolence AND benevolence. Thus, The Satan cannot exist, as pure darkness and evil, the polar opposite of God, because God is not pure light and goodness. In any matter, goodness and evil are social constructs, human morals. Spirits are beyond them. Back to the topic of satan being a title and role, it’s also really interesting to me to think about it, and what it can mean for the spirit who serves as a satan. Like Sammael, who I see as a satan figure- I see him as a tempter, a seducer, a challenger. Testing one’s faith in God. But Lucifer, he is a challenger of authority (most notably God here), ignorance, but more importantly, a challenger of the Self. In the Book of Job, where this concept of a satan comes from, “ha-satan”, works as an agent of God. Lilith, as a satan, challenged Adam, challenged divine will, and refused to submit to him. I think it’s beautiful what it can mean to be a satan. These spirits wear the title satan in their own way. And there’s so many more. You know what’s also interesting to me too? I read somewhere once, someone who offered an amazing perspective on Lucifer, or any fallen angel for the matter, as being a satan. What if, by being a satan, and by being a challenger, a seducer, an adversary, by testing one’s faith in God, they are working God’s will? Or even in doing so, they are regaining entrance back to Heaven one day? I mean, we know of some Goetic demons who wish to return to Heaven- like Phenex, save a few others that I’m too tired to remember right now. Who’s to say some don’t work for mercy to one day return? Like a story of Azazel that I know and love- and that I’m actually writing a short book about- when God presented to the angels Adam and Eve, and the creation of humans as his beloved, Azazel spoke out to God- “Why should a son of fire bow before a son of clay?” And God ordered Azazel to leave Heaven (some say he was the first ever angel to fall!), and he descended to the lowest pits of hell. He then spent one thousand years on each plane, ascending upwards, praying to God and worshipping him, wanting to prove that he loved God more than any human, and that he was worthy of returning home. He was so thorough in his devotion that, it is said not an area the size of a man’s hand wasn’t prayed upon. Its all interesting to think about. However, in my beliefs and experiences, Lucifer certainly isn’t set on returning to Heaven. He revels in the beautiful hell of a life he has bestowed upon himself. But yeah, this was all just my 3:00am rambling, hope it wasn’t too confusing.

Interesting additions. I definitely think some “satans” are working for God. In Judaism “satans” are seen as agents of divine will, for the most part.

Azazel is sometimes considered the same as Iblis, and the story you just shared is a good example of what Iblis is all about– devotion to God so excessive it got him in trouble. I tend to think Book of Job Satan is actually Azazel/Iblis, because he’s obsessed with proving the unworthiness and insufficiency of human devotion to God. (The story of Job also features in Islam, lending additional support to my opinion that Job’s Satan might be Iblis.)

On the other hand, Lucifer as a Satan is mostly a Christian phenomenon. The New Testament contains the passages that basically retcon the serpent in the garden of Eden and the character in Isaiah 14:12 into actually being Satan, where originally that was in no way explicit in the text or part of the beliefs about Satan. Other Luciferians will have different ideas and opinions on who Lucifer is (Babylonian, Canaanite or Roman deity?), but to me Lucifer is the serpent in the garden, and the one who lead a heavenly rebellion and was cast out for it. Christianity’s idea of Satan, compared to Judaism’s, is an independent force that vehemently opposes God and is powerful enough to be a real threat to him. To me, that’s Lucifer– the eternal insurgent who never stops fighting.

In my experience with Lucifer, he never lies.

He may only show you part of the truth. He may answer your questions with replies that are technically true, but still misleading because you’ve asked the wrong questions. But he doesn’t lie.

The Lightbringer exposes the truth with his pitiless brilliance. He shows you reality in all its ugliness, and sometimes, surprising beauty. And he tells the truth even when it’s painful, even when it hurts, even when it threatens to upset your entire worldview or drive you insane. 

And I think that is precisely why they call him the Father of Lies. Most people don’t like the truth. Truth can be harsh and cruel and upsetting. Tell too much truth and you won’t have many friends, in time. 

They fear the truth, so they call him a liar. 

I am unabashedly erotically attracted to Lucifer.

I think that’s one of the nice things about being a Luciferian, you know? You can mix sex and religion freely. The sacred and the profane are comfortable next to each other. You don’t have to do this– sexuality doesn’t mix in the practices of every Luciferian or Satanist– but it’s an option that is very open. There is literally nothing in my religion against it, and a lot that is arguably for it.

One of the reasons I am a Luciferian is that I am, to put it bluntly, a gay transsexual sadomasochistic slut. A lot of those things are more difficult to fit comfily into other religions, although it’s certainly possible– and may their God bless the sadmasochistic, transsexual, gay, and or slutty folks of stricter faiths who bravely make room for themselves in their seemingly inflexible religions! 

Personally, I really like having a religion where my gender and sexuality fit right in. 

There is a lot about S&M in particular that is stereotypically “diabolical.” And there is a lot about my relationship with Lucifer that feels, quite frankly, sadomasochistic. Sometimes there seems to be a wicked glee in the way he teaches me hard lessons– but there is also genuine love and care for me. It feels familiar, because it feels like interacting with leather folks.

Under a cut for length and lots of kinky content. 

I never thought I’d be saying this, but I come from kind of an old school of kink. Which is to say, a pre-Fifty Shades world, when the only people really doing kink were pretty much ferocious, dyed-in-the-wool perverts. 

Don’t get me wrong– much as I hate the series of books and everything it stands for, I am happy that more people are feeling comfy with experimenting with a little spank n’ tickle in the bedroom. That’s actually a good thing.

But when I came in, kinksters were still, by and large, a really intense lot. We were people who had developed our desires and fantasies early in life; and had been haunted and tormented, sometimes for years, sometimes for decades, by the idea that what we wanted was deeply bad and wrong. We were people whose kink was central to our identity and therefore our lives. When we found others like us, we experienced jubilation, ecstasy. Usually the immediate reaction was to go to all the kink events, visit all the dungeons, read all the instructional books, attend all the how-to-classes, acquire a shit-ton of play partners, and establish a huge circle of kinky friends.

Do you see where I am going with this? For me kink is not just an occasional thing, it’s a subculture, a core identity, a way of life. I’m not saying this is better than just occasionally breaking out the handcuffs in the bedroom– I am just saying it’s waaaaay different. 

Turns out, BDSM and kink have a long, rich history. The so-called “Leather” world is rich with its own traditions, mores, protocols, values, ethics, rituals, and rites of passage. I participate in kink on that level where I align myself with that culture. Even when I am not having sex or thinking about sex, kink permeates every aspect of my life. 

For example: I work at a kinky business. I secretary a kinky 12 step meeting. I am in a power exchange relationship where I have specific duties as the submissive– washing the dishes every night, kneeling to remove my Dom’s boots when he gets home, wearing a collar 24/7. To the extent possible due to physical and mental health, I consent to let him use me sexually whenever he wants while we are at home (or, I suppose, in any other venue where non-consenting innocent bystanders aren’t around). When he asks me to do something, I obey immediately. He does not abuse his power and he cares for me in a wonderful way. 

I also have a submissives of my own. One of my slaves just passed away in November. I am in deep mourning for him. The rest of my subs rally around me in my grief, offering me comfort and joy. 

I also have a Leather Mentor, a more experienced leatherman who I asked to help me take my knowledge to the next level. I started this mentorship after already being active in kink for 8 years and having a decent range of skills and experience. My Mentor assigns reading and writing assignments, and offers advice when I turn to him looking for help with some aspect of my power exchange relationships. 

In all my interactions in the kink world, I must be mindful that I represent not only myself, but also my Owner, my subs, and my Mentor– and also the kinky business I work for. I must always strive to reflect positively on all of those people. 

In addition to all that, I have a wide circle of kinky friends and chosen Leather Family. This includes my ex-fiancee and former Owner, their spouse, and many, many others. A large portion of my recovery network comes from people I met at the kinky 12-step group. Basically, kinksters are my main source of love, support, and socialization, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Lifestyle kinksters are an interesting bunch. We skew towards the quirky, the nerdy, and the witchy. A few groups over-represented in the kink world include: DnD players, Motorcycle riders, ex-Military, witches and pagans, and, for some reason, Eagle Scouts. We are basically a bunch of loveable, intense, goofballs and nerds. We GEEK OUT over bondage ties, whip techniques, new toys, new skills. Most of us are always eager to try new things, learn new tricks, and expand our knowledge. 

We also tend to be consensually sadomasochistic even in our social interactions with each other– there’s a lot of rough teasing, although no rougher than is fun, needling each other, calling out each-other’s foibles in a snarky yet loving way. Tough rough love, all around. We can also be tender to each other though, of course. We know the meaning of “aftercare” and we are usually pretty good at reading energy and knowing when people need sweetness instead of ribbing. 

Is any of this sounding familiar yet? Or is it just me? OK, I will spell it out. 

The relentless pursuit of knowledge in the kink world reminds me of Luciferianism. The tough love of kinksters reminds me of Lucifer. 

This is probably not a profound revelation to anyone else, but I feel like involvement in the kink world really primed me for Luciferianism. I am used to reading a shit ton of books, challenging myself, picking myself up when I fall down, and remaining thirsty for new skills, new tools, new knowledge, new experience. 

I am also used to that friend who is kind of an asshole to you, but in the way that you really need and appreciate. Someone who is still tough on you when you are down, in a way that reminds you that you are too strong for self-pity. In other words, I’m used to friends like Lucifer. 

To clarify– Lucifer doesn’t feel like a Dom to me. He feels more like one of my platonic kinky friends. 

Or maybe, more accurately, Lucifer feels like my Leather Mentor. That pretty much sums up the nature of my relationship to him– friend and Mentor. Just as I have to be conscious of how my actions represent my Mentor, I feel I must be conscious of how my actions represent Lucifer and Luciferianism. 

So it feels like my Luciferianism and my kinky sexuality are supposed to mix. I am still feeling out how. I have tried self-flagellation as a means of ecstatic meditation, and for me, it was awesome. I incorporated a little bit of play-piercing into my birthday ritual, and that worked very well. (My birthday ritual was also almost exclusively attended by kinksters.) I’ve been really enjoying blasphemous religious role play scenes lately, and my Dominant mode is based on embodying the archetype of the Devil. But beyond that, I am not sure how my kink and my Luciferianism will continue to combine.

That’s OK. It’s an adventure. I will find out.

Transition was an act of apostasy for me. 

I renounced the false religion of the gender binary, of biology as destiny, and I became what I am today. 

Transition was an act of magic, of transformation, of alchemy. You say shape-shifting isn’t real? I say– watch me. 

Many trans people will not see it this way. But I am a transsexual Satanist; and to me, transition is hardcore Satanic Witchcraft, and I mean that in the best possible way. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

huxsir:

brightestandbest:

serpentandthejar:

luciferianbuddhism:

luciferianboy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you. 

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

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

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