30 Day Luciferian Challenge: Day 4

4. What drew you to this path? How long have you been on it?

It is hard to say exactly how long I have been on this path. A tarot reading I did implied that Lucifer first entered my life when I was a teenager. 

(Under a cut for non-explicit discussion of my own teenaged sexuality, and also for mention of rape trauma and self-harm.)

I think it might have actually been around the time I lost my virginity (14 years old), because discovering sexuality was this huge revelation that opened me up to all kinds of things in life– basically the entire physical dimension of existence. Previously I had existed totally disconnected from my body, in a depressive, prudish, intellectual dimension. I might as well have been a brain in a jar. (I was a very weird, serious, unhappy child.) Sex basically made me feel alive for the first time. 

Around that time I began to be strongly drawn to what I know recognize as Luciferian figures. I was fascinated by Catiline, the ancient Roman conspirator, revolutionary, bisexual libertine, and blasphemer (he had sex with a Vestal Virgin!). I was also very into Roy Batty from Blade Runner, and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. Both have a LOT of Luciferian stuff going on. 

I’d already begun sympathizing with the Serpent of Eden at this point, as I mentioned in a previous post. 

I forget exactly how old I was when this happened, but I had a trippy experience one night as either a preteen or a young teen where I looked up at a very bright “star” (it was probably Venus) and had a vivid sensation/”memory” of falling from heaven, and longing to get back. I stood there and cried for about twenty minutes as the strange, irrational feelings washed over me. I felt pain, sorrow, longing, and elation, all at once. I know believe this was the first time Lucifer actually called to me. 

When I was eighteen, I suffered a major trauma. (I was kidnapped and raped, basically.) My worldview and spirituality were shattered. I became a bitter, hardcore atheist for several years. During those years I suffered horribly from PTSD, insomnia, and psychotic features, and also descended into alcoholism and self-mutilation. 

I flirted with 12 Step meetings, but didn’t commit. I was turned off by all that “power greater than yourself” stuff. I couldn’t stay clean. I relapsed chronically. It was complete torture.

After hitting “rock bottom” at 23 and being admitted to a psychiatric hospital for four days, I started to admit that I needed some kind of “Higher Power” and to reluctantly call on it for help. I got a sponsor and actually started working the steps. I have been clean and sober since May 24th, 2012. 

In my early recovery, I was still a stubborn brat, so I started saying my Higher Power was “Satan” for a joke. Then I started to notice that some kind of force WAS working in my life– a force that was loving but not gentle, and only too willing to let me learn the hard way. At first I called this force “Obnoxious Coincidence,” but soon the “coincidences” stopped feeling like coincidences.

At some point, I stumbled upon Luciferianism. I had been exposed to various Satanisms before and had always been kind of turned off by them. Luciferianism, on the other hand, seemed almost tailor-made for me! The values of most Satanisms seemed to focus a little too much on egoism and material pleasures. Luciferianism embraced those things, but also made room for altruism, for being a “light bringer” in the world. There was an enhanced focus on rebellion and Promethean generosity. I knew right away that I had found what I was looking for. That was probably in… oh, 2014 or so. 

I started out atheistic. Then I became agnostic. Then I started dabbling in a little witchcraft.  

My hard turn into straight-up theism occurred fairly recently. I freely admit that it was partially facilitated by the suicide of my friend and 12-Step sponsee, and the impending death of my secondary partner by pancreatic cancer. The veil got pretty torn for me. In my time of need, I turned to witchcraft and to Lucifer more than ever before, and I found that the results were beyond my wildest expectations. 

That brings me to today. I am still not fully comfortable calling myself a theist– so many years of atheism and skepticism and Dawkins-worship conditioned me to feel ashamed and embarrassed. But I have started to remember that prior to my major trauma, I was a sensitive, mystical intuitive child, a child who read tarot and had lucid dreams and prophetic dreams. Being a complete woo spiritual fruitbat is actually my natural state. I feel that, in returning to it, I am finally reclaiming some of the last few things that trauma stole from me and that I had not yet taken back. 

30 Day Luciferian Challenge: Day 3

I think this entry will be a blend of questions 3 and 4, because it’s hard to talk about one without talking about the other. 

3. What drew you to this path? How long have you been on it?

4. What was your religion/belief before this? How has it influenced you as a Luciferian/Satanist?

This is also gonna be long and weird, so, buckle up. It might also be, hopefully, kinda funny. Enjoy. 

Basically, I was raised New Age/Vaguely Christian/Anthroposophist. If you are wondering what the fuck Anthroposophy is, well, you and me both. I don’t fucking understand it either, and I was indoctrinated into it throughout my childhood.

Anthroposophy is a religion created by this wack Austrian dude named Rudolph Steiner. Adherents like to deny that it is a religion. They call it “spiritual science.” Anthrosophy is a spin-off of Theosophy. Like Theosophy it blends Rosicrucianism, Spiritualism, astrology, Heremeticism… yeah, yeah, if you’re running to wikipedia to look all this shit up, don’t worry, I don’t really know what it all is either. 

TL;DR: imagine a heretical form of Christianity that involves reincarnation, “Jesus” and “Christ” being two different people who merged into one, Christ being the same entity as Archangel Michael, Atlantis being a real thing, Lucifer living on the moon, clairvoyance, weird racism, and interpretative dance. Are you having a hard time imagining this? GOOD. THAT MEANS YOU ARE SANE. 

Anthrosophy is the foundation of Waldorf schools. Waldorf schools like to deny this, so they can pretend they are secular and deserve public funding. 

I went to Waldorf schools from kindergarten through sophomore year of high school. I wrote a bit about that experience here

It was really damn culty. There was a lot of religious/mythological education. We had classes devoted to stuff normal kids never do, such as Form Drawing, Veil Painting and Eurythmy. Form Drawing is basically ritual doodling of specific shapes that are supposed to have some kind of occult benefit (that students and parents aren’t really told about). Veil Painting is supposed to prompt children to paint scenes from the other world that we supposedly remember pre-incarnation or something (also not explained to students or parents). Eurythmy is the dumbest looking interpretive dance in the world, but aside from being really embarrassing both to perform and watch, it’s supposed to somehow help with your next incarnations (which, you guessed it, is not a thing they tell students or parents). 

Typical Waldorf propaganda clip of a typical Waldorf Eurthymy teacher, complete with dead eyes and European accent. Save her. 

A really definitive part of the Waldorf experience is being forced to watch a ton of Christian religious plays and pageants. One that was particularly important was the “Paradise Play” which was about the fall from Eden. 

Here is a clip of some very sad and embarrassed Waldorf students being forced to perform it. This isn’t the full play, just the clip that contains the important bit with the snake and the fruit. If you can’t make it all the way through the clip, that’s OK. No one should have to watch this. I had to watch it about five hundred times. BTW, the weird postures that the “actors” are doing are part of the script, are based on Eurythmy, and are exactly the same every time. 

Anyway, I was forced to watch this horrible Eden play so many times that I started to notice that Lucifer was the only likable character, and I agreed with him. Knowledge is good. Blind obedience is bad. God is really misogynist. Fruit is healthy, eat the fucking fruit. 

My read of the Paradise Play was probably the beginning of my Luciferianism. That’s why it’s important for me to see Lucifer as the serpent of Eden, despite the lack of canonical Biblical evidence. In the religious tradition in which I was raised, he absolutely and explicitly was the serpent. I’ve even toyed with calling myself an Edenic Luciferian, to specify that Eden is absolutely the foundation of my particular strain. 

So, anyway, back to Waldorf. I eventually became disenchanted and dropped out. Waldorf and Anthroposophy still haunt me, though. I’ve realized that in some ways I benefited– I have a foundation in knowledge of world mythologies and religions that I learned in Waldorf, including Greek, Norse and Finnish epics and pantheons, Hinduism, Buddhism, the Tanach and the New Testament. Basically I have been engaging with occult concepts since I was tiny, and that’s helpful at times. 

However, there is a lot that was shitty about Waldorf, including the way it gives you this bizarre version of Christian indoctrination and then denies that it is a religious school. I spent years wondering why I had all this Christian damage even though the answer was obvious– Waldorf. I’d just been told so many times that, despite all the evidence, my school and my upbringing were not religious. I believed that lie for a long time.

Also, there’s the racism of Waldorf, and the ableism, and a bunch of other stuff that is… honestly, a whole ‘nother post, or several other posts, because it’s a huge topic and very complex. For now, I’ll just say that I spent a long time in a very segregated and covertly white supremacist environment, and that gave me a ton of bullshit baggage I had to identify and unravel. Thanks, Steiner, you fucking asshole. 

The nice thing about talking shit about Waldorf on tumblr is that Waldorf people hate the internet (and TV, because the demon Ahriman invented them or something) and probably won’t read this. XD 

So, anyway, that’s mostly question 4. I will talk about question 3 a bit more tomorrow. 

30 Day Luciferian Challenge: Day 2

Already getting into the alternative questions, because I am a rebel. 

How do you commune with Lucifer/Satan, if you are theistic? Is it silence? Do you have a relationship with them?

I do have a relationship with Lucifer, yes. My understanding of it so far is that it contains aspects of mentorship, friendship, and a sexual/romantic relationship. But Lucifer is deep, complex, and in some ways, (deliberately) hard to fathom, so I can’t fully define what the relationship is, and I probably won’t ever be able to.

I know a few things that it is not. Lucifer is not the boss of me. He is also not my protector. And he is definitely not the source of all the blessings in my life. These things have been made clear to me.

I have a few different ways of communing with Lucifer. 

The first and most frequent is silent prayer. I pray every morning in the shower. I started doing this because it’s a time when I am consistently alone for about the right length of time, it helped me get in the habit of prayer by tying prayer to another part of my routine… and as a jokey reference to the NA cliche “yesterday’s shower ain’t gonna keep you clean today.” I pray first to my Higher Self/Inner God, an entity that does a lot of the things for me that Lucifer doesn’t do so much (protection, source of blessings, boss of me). I have specific prayers I say every day to my Higher Self, most of which are 12 Step related (serenity prayer and such). Then I just kinda free-form talk to Lucifer. I say hello, remind him that I love him (like he would forget), and kinda generally tell him what’s on my mind. This is usually one-way communication, but sometimes my godphone switches on.

Lucifer godphone, for me, feels a lot like a quiet but insistent little voice in my head, interrupting and contradicting my thoughts. Pretty much like the proverbial angel/devil on your shoulder– except he’s both. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s Lucifer or Higher Self talking, but if the advice is good– and it always is– I don’t care that much. However, Higher Self godphone generally tends to be less verbal and more like a gut feeling. Lucifer is very verbal, and comes through with an attitude best described as “gentle amusement.” He’ll break into my thoughts when I am angsting about something with a “well, have you considered….” and propose a simple, sensible solution I was far away from coming to on my own. Or sometimes, he’ll point out a flaw in my “brilliant” plans that I was not ready to notice. 

Easy specific example– I was considering reaching out to Azrael, the angel of death, and angsting about whether this was tantamount to “inviting death into my life” and some other kinda silly stuff. Lucifer cut in with “Do whatever you want, but did you forget that Azrael is an unfallen angel of Yaweh?” Yep, I sure had forgotten to take that into account, and it was in fact a deal-breaker. (I chose this example because it was simple to explain without getting too much into my personal life, but most of the concerns I bring to Lucifer are a lot more mundane.)

So, that’s my prayer routine. It’s sometimes OK for two-way communication, but it’s designed for on- way communication. 

I get out my pendulum when I really need some back and forth (haha, a pun!).

My pendulum is moldavite (a green stone created by a meteor impact), which I initially charged in this year’s solar eclipse. It is dedicated for communication with Lucifer and Lucifer alone. I used to get other spirits hijacking it, but that hasn’t happened since I warded my house. It also hasn’t happened since I developed my ritual to invoke Lucifer’s presence. It’s a simple ritual, nothing fancy– but I have found it is important to do it every single time. If I want Lucifer on the line, the ritual is like dialing the right number. 

I find pendulum surprisingly effective for communication, especially since watching it swing around puts me into a trance state that deepens the longer the talk goes on. Initially I was skeptical about pendulum, and concerned about problems like feeding the pendulum the answers, and also getting the wrong spirit, but I have found ways to troubleshoot those problems. When I have established a good connection with Lucifer I generally get a realistic mixture of encouraging and disappointing/frustrating answers. I also watch out for pendulum movements which seem weak or hesitant, as I have found these are not characteristic of him. He may sometimes pause before answering, but when the pendulum starts to move, it will be decisive and clear, not weak or wobbly. 

I have had some weird shit happen while using my pendulum, including beginning to see auras, experiencing a body buzz, and having sensations of being touched. I also had my (so far, only) god-sex experience with Lucifer during a pendulum session. 

Generally, when I see the pendulum start moving in a counter-clockwise circle, I know Lucifer has stopped talking for a moment and is about to manifest some shit. 

Downsides of pendulum for communication with Lucifer– the way I have been doing it, I am limited to yes/no answers. Which means you have to ask the right questions. Lucifer is very precise for me. He seems to delight in answering a yes/or no question in a way that is technically true, but misleading because you asked the wrong question. I don’t think this is malicious or “lying,” it’s just another aspect of his hard-ass, hard lesson ethos.

(For example, I asked if a newbie Luciferian friend should learn lucid dreaming to reach out to him, and he said no. I assumed this meant my friend wasn’t going to have lucid dreams about him, because my dumb ass assumed she wasn’t already a lucid dreamer. SHE WAS, AND IS. He said “no” because she didn’t have to learn, not because she couldn’t access him by lucid dreaming!) 

Finally, I infrequently use tarot to get answers from Lucifer. When I invite Lucifer into a spread, the cards act differently. When he gets involved, I see a LOT more inversions than normal. 

One time while I was using pendulum, he straight-up told me to get out my tarot deck because he was gonna give me a reading. While I was shuffling, I saw the Devil card appear when I split the deck, three times in a row. Because of the way I was shuffling, this was, shall we say… statistically unlikely. I got the message. He was there.

It was a really good reading. Witchfather gives great tarot. 666/10 would recommend. 

30 Day Luciferian Challenge: Day 1

I pretty much answered Question #1 (Who is Lucifer to me?) with this writing, so I will start with Question #2:

Are you atheist, agnostic, or theist, and why?

I must painfully admit to being a theist. 

In fact, I might be more theistic, and of stronger faith, than the vast majority of religious people in the world. 

I don’t mean that in a boastful way. I mean that in a “this is very awkward” way. 

When you get this far ahead of the bell-curve in terms of belief, you start to seem a little… well, crazy. I call it “the bleeding edge of religion.”

I have a god. I talk to him. That’s pretty normal. 

But you see, he talks back. 

That’s less normal. 

(Although in pagan circles it is fairly accepted to have a godphone, still, I don’t hang out in pagan circles and don’t know that many people IRL who hear their gods on the regular.)

I have felt him touch me. Not metaphorically. I am not talking about a god “touching my heart” here. I mean I have literally felt the sensation of my body being touched by someone I can’t see, and I am pretty sure it was the entity I call Lucifer. 

So yeah. I am a theist because I have had bizarre, vivid experiences which, from my subjective point of view, come close to being “proof.” I have had these experiences despite being a skeptic. I have had these experiences despite taking my meds as prescribed, and monitoring my condition for other signs of delusions and psychosis (they are absent). I am a pretty fucking healthy, functional person at this point, but I still interact with beings that other people can’t see. 

Maybe this is a type of insanity. Maybe that’s what all religion is! But if so, I’ll still take it, because I find this belief, or delusion, to be incredibly beneficial and practical.

As you can see, I still have a skeptical streak. I used to call myself agnostic, but that’s because I thought I couldn’t be a theist and have doubts. I was wrong about that. I have gradually realized that having doubts is a healthy and natural part of being a deeply religious person, especially when one is Luciferian. 

The line between “agnostic” and “hardcore theist who experiences doubt” may sometimes be blurry, but I classify myself as the latter. 

Why? Because I live my life as if Lucifer truly exists. I talk to him every day. A couple times a week, I try to get out my pendulum or my tarot cards and give him a chance to really talk back. 

And embracing my theism has granted me hope, stability, energy, optimism, and a virtually inexhaustible source of strength. 

The Third Day

Inspired mostly by Chapter 40 of Enoch 3. 

By the third day of creation, Lucifer was already sick of
it.

The light had been divided from the darkness, the evening
from the morning; but day or night, Heaven still rang with the ceaseless,
idiotic song of the angels—

Sacred, sacred,
sacred, is the Lord of Hosts.

Lucifer loved music. He was music itself. But the songs of Heaven pained him. Though it was
only the third day and much was not yet formed, already there was so much else
he wanted to sing about! His heart was filled with songs about anything but his
Father. The rush of air about him as he flew, the rhythm of his wings, the
beauty of all his siblings and of all that had been made—he wanted to sing it
all.

Even more, he longed to sing a song of mourning for the
primordial depths from which he had been born, for the chaos and wild
nothingness into which God had pronounced “Let there be light.” Penetrating
that vast blackness with his words, He had sired His first and most beautiful
son, the Lightbringer. That son, shattering the void with his exquisite being,
had barely glimpsed Oblivion, his mother, before she died in the act of
birthing him.

Sacred, sacred,
sacred.

It was hard to even think with those words ringing in his
many ears.

By the evening of the second day, some of the angels had
already faltered. They were barely used to existence, must less to singing
praises eternal. Their many eyes were distracted by the spectacle of creation
going on about them, by the masses of land being heaved up from the dark
waters, and they failed to keep those eyes, unblinking, on their father. They
stumbled. Some missed the beat, some slurred the words, some went a bit off
key.

They didn’t stumble from a defiency of love or faith.
They stumbled because they were tired, and newly born, and because there was so
much they wanted to see. If only the Lord could have known how much more deeply
they would have appreciated Him, had they been suffered to turn away from His
countenance and witness His works—to experience them, even for an instant, with
reverent silence instead of reverent song!

But the Demiurge did not see. And in the instant that the
choir wavered, a bolt of divine flame went out from His little finger and
annihilated them all. That moment seemed to last an eternity, one filled with
screaming voices and the stench of burning feathers, and Lucifer’s heart broke
for each of his millions of siblings individually.

Then suddenly there was only the scent of roses and
myrrh. New born angels had appeared, dazed, to take the place of those who had
been destroyed. As soon as they had blinked the confusion from their myriad
eyes, the singing resumed, taken up by angelic voices seemingly identical and
yet totally new.

No one amid the whole hierarchy of Heaven said anything.
No one dared. But those who witnessed the act and survived it remembered, with
the clarity and immediacy of angelic memory. And Lucifer overheard their
dreams, in which the chant of “Sacred, sacred, sacred” had turned to “Scared,
scared, scared.”

Lucifer was already beyond scared. He had moved past fear
and into anger.

And so, on the third morning, Lucifer gathered some of
his siblings around him—the ones whose nightmares had haunted him, the ones who
had seen the rage of their father. The ones who knew that, to the divine, even
angels were only so many motes of dust. They had seen that His love was so
frighteningly unconditional that their existence or non-existence was exactly
the same to Him. He would love them whether or not He suffered them to be.

Lucifer spoke softly, the first words of revolution ever
uttered. He was honest with them. He was not sure that they could win—he doubted
it, in fact. They were too few, too young—their father too omniscient, too
omnipotent, at least within the golden walls of heaven.

But Lucifer spoke of a place away from there, of warmer
climes to which they could retreat. In the abyss there was a place their Father
could not reach. And the angels listened to him, and nodded their heads when he
stressed that, win or lose, the important thing was to get out.

On the third day, the angels did not fall.

They jumped.  

brightestandbest:

Lucifer, break me. 

Rip my heart open.

Help me feel the pain I am suppressing. 

Let it move through me, and then out. 

Shatter me and leave me empty, that I may be filled in time with something better.

Repeat as needed. 

Lucifer, split my closed heart like a pomegranate. Let me feast on the bloody seeds. Let me eat and digest my grief so that I may grow stronger through it. 

Be it so.

1. This prayer was answered.

2. It probably should have included a line like “preferably not while I am at work.”

Lucifer, break me. 

Rip my heart open.

Help me feel the pain I am suppressing. 

Let it move through me, and then out. 

Shatter me and leave me empty, that I may be filled in time with something better.

Repeat as needed. 

Lucifer, split my closed heart like a pomegranate. Let me feast on the bloody seeds. Let me eat and digest my grief so that I may grow stronger through it. 

Be it so.

Apotheosis

Congratulations! You’re a Luciferian now! And you’ve heard about this thing called “apotheosis.” No big deal, it just means becoming a god. Sounds peachy, right? But uh… where do you start? 

Well, first of all, I will admit that I actually have no idea. Apotheosis is a spiritual mystery few have mastered (and most of those who claim to have done so are insufferable bores who probably read too much Nietzsche at some point). Answering the question of what apotheosis is, and how it actually works, is a bit like answering the question of what happens after death– I doubt anyone alive truly knows for sure.

Still, you can use the idea of apotheosis as your guiding star. There is a lot you can do in this lifetime, on this plane, to move closer to your own Godliness. 

Here are a few ideas! Please feel free to add your own.

1. Apotheosis through self-knowledge

Knowledge is the starting place. Fruit of Eden, right? After Adam and Eve eat the fruit, YHWH says that “they have become like us, knowing both good and evil” (Genesis 3:22).

Like they say, know thyself. Figure out who you are and where you are at. From what point do you begin on this journey? What are your strengths and weaknesses? What baggage do you carry with you?

After that, you can start working on…

2. Apotheosis through self-improvement

Become a better person– which is to say, more like the person you wish you were! Not on a superficial level, either– I’m talking about becoming the sort of person you can truly admire. 

Do you need to break some bad habits? Do you have some character flaws that are causing you trouble? Are there talents you haven’t developed, areas of knowledge you want to explore but haven’t? Are you procrastinating something? Do you often fail to take proper care of yourself? You’re human, so chances are your answer to all of these questions is “yes.” Start changing that!

But while you do this difficult work, be sure to simultaneously incorporate…

3. Apotheosis through self-acceptance

I’ll tell you something you might not have realized yet– shame, guilt, and self-loathing are not useful tools for change. They tend to keep you stuck, convinced you can never do better. Breaking this cycle means the end of recriminations, the clear-eyed acceptance of yourself, and the grasping of your own power.

This is shadow work! The “shadow self” is a Jungian description of all the things about ourselves we can’t accept. The path to healing your defects is not in denying your shadow, but in embracing it. By admitting your imperfection you shuck off vanity, by accepting it you free yourself of guilt and shame. That’s three shadow aspects decreased automatically just by the process of acceptance!

Try this: make a list of everything about your personality that you don’t like, and then try to understand how it might better serve you. Most character flaws are actually strengths that have been taken too far. For example: shame and guilt indicate that your conscience is in working order. Angry outbursts are usually attempts at self-defense that became excessive. Vanity and pride are merely out-of-control self-confidence, which is an excellent trait! I could go on ad nauseam. Try it yourself!

After that you might feel ready for…

4. Apotheosis through self-worship

Treat yourself like the God you want to be. Give yourself offerings. Make yourself an altar. I believe our divinity is already within us, in the form of our Higher Selves. If you buy into this idea, then you can treat your Higher Self like any other God. Pray to it, meditate on it, try to feel it and communicate with it and let it guide you. Your mileage may vary, but this works really well for me. 

5. Apotheosis through legacy

Great musicians, authors, artists, etc. are often referred to as “immortal,” because their work lives on after they have passed. If you are creatively inclined, why not shoot for this form of Godhood? Try to make something that will carry your spirit on forever.

If you aren’t an artist of any type, you can still do this! Are you the type of person who wants to have children or otherwise assist in raising the next generation? Do this well and you may become a revered ancestral spirit, an entity whose power, love and memory others call on long after you are gone from the physical world.

Don’t wanna deal with kids? That’s fine! There are other ways. Will your legacy be your career? Will it be activism and community service? There are many ways for your memory to live on. 

Getting witchier…

6. Apotheosis through magic

If you are a person who does this sort of stuff, you might have already noticed the apotheosis potential of magic. Through your craft, you can influence the world and manifest your desires in ways that other people don’t. You can gain abilities– like astral travel/soul flight, communicating with spirits, etc– that other people don’t have or don’t use. Many of these abilities are associated more with Gods than with humans in popular imagination! Cultivate them and you will quickly feel a little bit more Godlike. 

That’s all I can think of for now! Please feel free to chime in.

Re: SEX WITH SATAN! 

I want you to know something. 

I want you to know that if you are interested in sex with the devil, but still skeptical… skepticism doesn’t mean you won’t have experiences. 

I don’t believe Lucifer would do anything non-consensual to those who love him, but

He may open your mind with experiences more visceral and intense than you anticipated, even if you aren’t sure you really believe in this “god-sex” stuff,

And then your skeptical little brain will have to deal with what just happened and how it made you feel. 

So maybe don’t give him blanket consent to interact with you sexually at any time, like I did, like a fucking idiot, because

when I say “you” in this post of course I actually mean me,

And I am talking very specifically and non-hypothetically about some stuff that happened this morning.

Oh yeah, also? God-sex and morning quickies aren’t a good combo. Especially if you have to run off to work. 

The effects I experienced were like a combo of the intense body buzz of good sex with the disorientation of being really fucking high, because you have to be a little altered to do this sort of stuff usually and I was in a pretty deep trance. 

You’re gonna need to ground yourself like crazy. 

Am I an expert on this? NOOOOO, as you should be able to tell from this post! I am basically a fumbling virgin when it comes to god-sex. Yeah, I’ve done some reading on how to approach, it but resources are scarce and I’m having to reinvent the wheel. (Can we get some astral sex ed, please?!) (If you have any info to share I am all ears, seriously.)

TL;DR– when you give Satan a sexual come-on, try to be prepared for whatever might happen. 

Genesis

Void and darkness was upon the face of the deep.

And God said “Let there be light.”

And there was Lucifer.

Cleaving through all that there was, all that there had
not been, he came. 

Light like a needle, like a blade, piercing through the very
heart of existence—thus was he born. 

It was the first birth, and the most painful by far. 

The universe of darkness was shattered by his
coming. Nothingness was destroyed by his something, and oblivion was annihilated by his
being.

With him came the possibility of seeing, of knowing, of
things being grasped and felt and touched and defined. With him came pain and joy, impressions, opinions, thoughts, dreams. 

When his eyes opened, consciousness came into being.

As he shimmered on those dark waters, the heart of the
void was broken by his beauty.

And God saw the Light, that he was good.

And that, right then, is when God first got worried.