The Current of the Morningstar

This is a paper I wrote in response to some Temple of Set Materials, including “Black Magic,” “The Diabolicon,” and “The Book of Coming Forth by Night,” all by Michael Aquino.

It was a good opportunity for me to define my Satanic philosophy in contrast to some other forms of Satanism.

And yes, it is long.

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The Current of the Morningstar

In co-founding Church of the Morningstar, I had no desire to reinvent the wheel. I was aware that various Satanisms were already extant. Upon investigating as many of them as I could find, I concluded that none satisfied me. No existing Satanic organization adequately reflected the radical leftist current that was spreading among unaffiliated Luciferians and Satanists; a current of which I was part, and which I believed (and still believe) to be the genuine current of the Devil’s party. I created Church of the Morningstar to be a haven for those to whom left-hand meant left-wing and Lucifer meant liberty for all, not a few. This current is not new. It flowed through the so-called Romantic Satanists (Blake, Byron, Shelley et al) [1] and early anarchists like Proudhon and Bakunin,[2] through the decadents,[3] and from thence through Crowley. This liberatory Luciferian current became corrupted by LaVey, who lacked both the passion and inclination to understand it. Aquino’s interpretation was more intelligent and benefitted from a turn back towards Crowley, but still fell short. We at Morningstar do owe Aquino a debt for continuing the left-handed development of Thelema—and for making a reality of theistic Satanism. Unfortunately, the Setian strain remains steeped in neoliberal ideology which guarantees that it shall never blaze with true revolutionary hellfire. It has nevertheless proven useful for me to engage dialectically with Aquino’s ideas in order to refine my own.

 

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Liberating the Satanic Feminine

The Satanic has long been linked to the feminine. This connection, rooted in interpretations of the serpent of Eden and the story of the Watcher angels, was originally a polemic strategy to legitimize the oppression of women.[1] Throughout the witch-craze of the Renaissance and Early Modern eras, this bond strengthened by the construction of the Satanic witch.[2] Following the 19th century rehabilitation of Satan as a heroic figure by the romantic poets[3], many early feminists began  to view Lucifer as a liberator of women[4]. By the time that Anton LaVey founded the Church of Satan in 1966, the connection between the Satanic and the feminine was indelible. However, Anton LaVey’s Satanism was hardly feminist—in his book “The Satanic Witch” LaVey instructed women to use their physical charms and sexuality to gain indirect power by manipulating powerful men[5]. The Satanic Temple, a contemporary Satanic organization, has superficially pushed back against these misogynist tendencies. The Satanic Temple describes itself as feminist and uses the Venus symbol as part of their logo, yet the testimonies of Jex Blackmore[6] and other female apostates of TST seem to indicate that The Temple is feminist only in name. As much as Satanism is grounded in sex-positive and ostensibly feminist counter-readings of Christian tradition, it is also filled with problematic gender dynamics and troubling images of the feminine. Through these charged archetypes of infernal femininity, I intend to critique existing Satanic discourses and dynamics around gender, while arguing that the call for gender liberation is embedded in the most foundational myths and texts of my religion.

First, to address some misconceptions: Satanism is often thought of as an aggressive, highly masculinist religion, mostly of interest to disaffected middle-class young white males. This perception is not entirely accurate. Surveys included in the book “The Invention of Satanism” indicate men outnumbering women nearly two to one in Satanic milieus—however, these surveys were conducted online, were non-random, included just 140 participants, and provided only two gender options.[7] A similar online survey currently underway, having 66 respondents at the time of this writing, shows that 33.33 percent of Luciferians identify as female, 27.3 identify as male, and the other 39.37 identify as non-binary, genderfluid, agender, or “other.”[8] This may reflect the rapidly changing nature of Satanic demographics, the non-representative nature of online survey samples, or both. Despite a lack of good hard data, it’s easy to observe that Satanism today is rapidly becoming more diverse as it becomes more popular, especially as it increasingly appeals to LGBT people.[9] Yet while Satanism is becoming more diverse, Satanic leaders, by and large, are not. The most prominent leaders and spokespeople in the movement are still mostly white males.

The archetype of the Satanic witch neatly illustrates the gender problems of Satanism. The witch is a powerful and appealing character in many ways—she is independent, a keeper of secret knowledge, fully capable of defending herself, and incredibly powerful. Furthermore, this power is not contingent on her physical attractiveness, despite what LaVey may have thought—a witch can be young or old, beautiful, plain or hideous, and her mystic power remains regardless. She feels no obligation to be partnered, to be heterosexual, or to reproduce, although she feels free to do any of these things. However, there is a troubling side to this archetype as well. In the witch’s sabbath (a term carrying antisemitic baggage) witches were supposed throng around the masculine figure of the Devil, dancing nude before him and submitting to his sexual whims. (While I would hotly contest the idea that Satan is a male, this is the image presented in the archetype.) This trope wouldn’t bother me nearly so much if I didn’t see its influence on real life gender dynamics, but sadly, I do. The pattern plays out again and again in Satanic organizations: groups made up predominately of women are nevertheless led by and centered around men, whether Anton LaVey or Lucien Greaves. It is a dynamic that is very gratifying to the male ego, and provides opportunities for sexual predation.

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Magusitis

“The Ego, a self-regulatory structure which maintains the fiction of being a unique self, doesn’t like the process of becoming more adaptive to experience. One of the more subtle defenses that it throws up is the sneaking suspicion (which can quickly become an obsession) is that you are better than everyone else. In some circles, this is known as Magusitis, and it is not unknown for those afflicted to declare themselves to be Maguses, Witch Queens, avatars of Goddesses, or Spiritual Masters. If you catch yourself referring to everyone else as the herd, or human cattle, etc., then its time to take another look at where you’re going.”

-Phil Hine, Condensed Chaos

It’s never too early to inoculate yourself against Magusitis.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Certain people have been telling me that they take me fairly seriously as a magician. Someone called me a Magus, someone else called me an Adept. Neither of them was using those terms remotely correctly from a Golden Dawn or A.’.A.’. grades perspective, but it sure felt nice. Maybe too nice.

At the same time, I have seen certain other people who are taken seriously as Magi or Adepts or what have you, including some who have earned those grades in formal-ass systems like the A.’.A.’., behaving pretty dang childishly.

It’s a good reality check.

I don’t expect that any of us, even the most Initiated and Enlightened, will be perfect all of the time, but if all your magico-spiritual development fails to overcome chronic jerkish-ness and frequent temper tantrums, well… see my entry, “If It Ain’t Practical, It Ain’t Spiritual.

I am approaching my Thagirion working, which feels like a fairly major milestone in my ascent of the tree. I do not view the Klipot as “degrees” or “grades,” it’s a non-linear and cyclical system of initiation. However, Thagirion is the sphere of the Antichrist, my magical name is Antichristos for a reason, and, well… I’m hoping to attain greater knowledge and conversation of my Holy Guardian Angel, integrate better with my best self, and generally have a Very Important Experience. I believe this will probably work.

And also, as I approach what I think will be a major leap forward in my growth, the last think I want is to get big-headed. Untoward arrogance is not a sign of attainment– in fact, it’s the quickest and easiest way to destroy and negate whatever attainment one might have.

So, Satan protect me from Magusitis.

Aiwass Gnosis

Last night was my first time acting as deacon in a Thelemic Gnostic mass.

It was a wonderful experience: the priest and priestess I got to work with are a couple of my favorite people, and, even better, are each other’s favorite people. Their love really adds a lot to their masses.

I wasn’t sure what it would be like, going in, but I was confident. I’d studied the ritual quite extensively and I got a good run through in beforehand. I did quite well I think, didn’t miss a cue the whole time.

But with all this worry about the lines and the gestures and “when do I walk where,” I didn’t have much time to think about what the spiritual dimension might feel like. I was taken a bit off guard.

I’m a Luciferian/Satanist first, a Thelemite second. I hadn’t given a lot of thought to Aiwass, other than to conclude (based on Crowley’s own words) that he is indeed Lucifer. But I know that there are different aspects of Lucifer with different names: Samael the Black feels very different than Helel, for instance. I should’ve known that Aiwass would also feel different.

But then again, how was I supposed to know I would end up channeling him the whole time?!

Pretty much as soon as I started my work, I felt myself becoming like a stone angel on a cathedral wall— upright, watchful, compassionate, stern, yet filled with a calm, quiet delight. It was my task to minister. I was suddenly filled with the knowledge of what that meant, with the dignity and purpose of my office. It was mine… to serve.

To serve? Was this really Lucifer, the proud rebel who spits “non serviam?” Yes, it was! I knew it was. In fact I could still feel his subversive agenda coursing through my veins, my heart thrumming with his revolutionary purpose.

After all, this was no Christian mass, no devotion to the Demiurge! It is not inaccurate to call a Thelemic mass “black” or “Satanic,” at least not in my opinion. After all, the Gnostic Mass has its influences from La-Bas, as surely as a naked priestess sits upon the altar! More importantly, it is a mass that aims to elevate humans to godhood— and that is what I understand as the agenda of Lucifer.

“Thou shalt be as gods, knowing good and evil.” The serpent did not lie.

And suddenly I understood. Lucifer is sometimes confusingly described as a servant of and friend to God. Aiwass is a name for such a manifestation: Melek Taus, the Peacock angel, beloved of divinity. But there is no god but man!

Doors of gnosis unlocked before me. Lucifer/Aiwass does indeed serve and adore God— not the Demiurge, not the God of Christ, but the godhood of every human individual! Turning away from the false God Jehovah, he became a devotee of the godhood of Eve and all of her children!

Lucifer is also indeed the enemy of humanity— not of what is best in us, but what is worse. He is the destroyer of our ignorance, our mediocrity, our delusions. He worships what is divine in us, curses that which is unworthy of our own sacred natures.

Minister of Hoor-paar-kraat indeed!

No wonder his agenda in that room was so crystal clear. No wonder he did not mind bowing or kneeling in adoration. No wonder it was such delight to pour the communion wine!

And as each communicant declared, “there is no part of me that is not of the Gods!” I swelled with pride and love. Or perhaps, more accurately— he did.

I want to learn the priest role eventually but honestly I feel as if I have found my niche for now. I want to explore this Aiwass gnosis more.

How to Invite Your Unhoused Neighbor To Dinner

This is a writing based on something I did last night. It went really well. It’s the first time I had ever done something like that, despite wanting to. (I’ve let homeless friends crash in my house before, but that’s really different from inviting in a stranger.) Despite my best efforts, I had a lot of societal bullshit in my head saying that it would be too awkward, too dangerous, not helpful enough, not worth doing, and just somehow too against social norms– something that’s just “not done.”

Well, do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. You, yes you, can invite a hungry stranger into your home and have it be a perfectly lovely experience for all concerned.

That’s why I am sharing this. Not for brownie points or praise, but because this is a thing that is real and that you can literally do.

Also, individuals actions like the one I took with my partner are nice but ultimately meaningless unless they spread, and unless real solidarity is built. So I want to let more people know how to do this. I’m trying to empower you to help make a better world.

My experience having an unhoused guest last night went really well. It seemed to be very much appreciated, and I don’t think anyone felt like it was condescending, charity, or motivated by pity or guilt.

So, without further ado, here is what I learned, and these are the things I did that I think made it go well.

1. We had too much food. That was the most important thing. I’m a working class dude, I make less than a thousand a month and fully half of that goes to rent. I legit don’t always have much to spare. But yesterday was a holiday and we outdid ourselves cooking. The action we took was based on realizing that we had a bunch of extra stuff, and that if we walked a couple of blocks, we would probably find someone who wanted it.

Take these actions only when you have enough to share. From each according to his ability to each according to his needs, as a smart dude once said. If you try to help when you can’t actually help, you’ll just let everyone down and come across like you’re a wannabe do-gooder who can’t walk their talk.

2. Approach your houseless neighbor like a normal fucking person, because they are, and presumably you also are. Your unhoused neighbor may not be in a great mood, but there are obviously good reasons for that. They are likely cold, hungry, lonely, and probably having a shitty day/month/year/decade. Don’t let that stop you. If you are polite and nice like you’d be to fucking anyone, there’s a good chance to establish rapport.

3. If cops show up, don’t ditch your friend. Stay and cop watch. Have your phone camera ready. Maybe install that ACLU app that automatically uploads the footage so that even if the pig takes your phone it’s too late, already got civil rights lawyers looking at it (which, ACLU is a liberal org and not perfect at all, but it’s way better than the footage being lost forever). We did this last night. Fortunately we had white privilege and we used it to get the cop to go away.

4. Let your new friend take the lead. They might not be comfortable coming home with you, because there are lots of sickos who prey on homeless people. If they’d rather you just bring them some dinner/a blanket/some sanitary supplies/whatever, do that instead. Ask them what they need and figure out how they’d like you to help them with that.

5. Try to make conversation and get to know each other. Your new friend may have rusty social skills. They may talk to themselves more than to you at first. This is true whether they are mentally ill or on drugs or not. I think talking to yourself is just something that can happen when you get lonely enough, regardless of any other factor. Also, of course, if your new friend IS mentally ill or on drugs, don’t judge. It can happen to anyone. Be chill, don’t be judgmental, don’t freak out.

6. But also, trust your gut. Homeless people are, and I can’t stress this enough, PEOPLE. SOME PEOPLE ARE SHITTY AND DANGEROUS. You are in a delicate interaction right now where you are both trying to trust each other. If either one of you can’t trust, it’s not gonna work out. Abort.

If you don’t feel like you have good instincts yet, maybe this type of work isn’t for you. Find something else you can do to help.

7. Be considerate. This goes with letting your friend take the lead. If they decide to come to your house for dinner, be a good fucking host. Since a lot of people don’t seem to know how to do this anymore in any circumstances, here are some basics of that:

Invite them to sit down. Ask if they would like something to drink. Ask if they would like the thermostat turned up. Apologize for any mess. Make sure they know where the bathroom is. Ask broad questions like “can I get you anything?” Ask about dietary needs/restrictions. Make sure they aren’t allergic to any pets you have. Ya know. Basic shit.

In the case of a houseless person, it can be nice to ask if they would like to shower, but try not to do this in a way that indicates you think they smell bad. If you have time and on-site laundry at your house, you might even be able to let them run some laundry through the wash!

8. Literally do try to make a friend! Pleasant social contact is one of many things unhoused people can be in dire need of. A lot of people probably walk by them every day pretending they don’t exist. Fuck that.

9. Leaving– the hard part. Sometimes. Actually, in some ways, always.

You may notice this is about inviting someone to dinner, not inviting someone to crash for the night. That’s because I haven’t really done that with a stranger, I have issues letting people I don’t know super well sleep in my house, and, basically… I’m just not there yet, so I don’t have experience or tips.

Your friend may decide when they want to leave of their own accord. It’s very likely they will– after all, they may be as leery of crashing in the house of someone they don’t really know as you are of letting them! Like I said, lots of predators out there.

Or, you may have to ask them to leave. This can be awkward with any guest, as you may know. It’s downright painful when you are sending them out into the cold night.

You may be tempted at this point to refer them to a shelter. Don’t. Shelters are shitty and dangerous and often overcrowded. Your friend knows that shelters exist. There is a reason they aren’t in one. Shut up.

Sometimes a better option is a cheap hotel, and your friend may ask for cash (usually to the tune of 40-60 bucks) to go to one. If you can spare the cash, go for it. Don’t fucking speculate as to whether they are gonna get drugs with it instead. Your friend is an adult.

If there is no other option for them and they don’t want to leave, be honest as to why they can’t stay. It may be that your landlord doesn’t allow overnight guests, or that your roommates would get pissed. It may be that you are just not comfortable having a stranger in your home overnight, but if you have to tell them that, make it clear that your boundary is not about them, and not about them being a “scary homeless person.” There’s no guarantee at this point that shit won’t get weird and feelings won’t be hurt. Sorry. Anything worth doing carries risks.

But don’t, and I cannot emphasize this enough– DON’T CALL THE COPS. That will undo everything you just tried to do. This is another reason I said to trust your gut earlier. If you try to help someone who you sense will harm you, you will likely end up harming them.

If you feel comfortable, you can offer your phone number or some way to stay in touch. A lot of homeless people do have phones and that does NOT mean they are “fake poor,” you moron. Even an iPhone is a hell of a lot cheaper than an apartment. I forgot to offer my number last night and I am literally kicking myself because the person we met was super cool.

On the other hand, they may not want to swap digits. Don’t get offended!

And don’t ever promise anything you can’t deliver.

10. Once they are gone, you might need to do some self care. You may have just legit bonded with a human who you may never see again and who is going into dangerous circumstances. You may feel guilty and shitty about the fact that you sent them into the night. You may be worried as hell about them. You may miss them. WHATEVER YOU DO, WAIT TO PROCESS THOSE FEELINGS UNTIL THEY ARE NOT IN YOUR PRESENCE. It’s your shit, and it’s valid, but it’s not theirs and they have a lot of other things to worry about.

11. Special advice for Satanists, witches and occultists– you may not want to lead with your religion/spiritual practice, and/or avoid mentioning it. It can legitimately freak some people out. I had an experience like this recently with a young woman on the bus who asked me to ride with her to help her feel safer, but it turned out she was BIG on Jesus and got very, very scared of me just by noticing my Satanic tattoos and jewelry. Made me really sad, but there was nothing I could do to help her feel safe, especially as it seemed she had a little bit of psychosis. Be wary of stuff like that. If the interior of your house would terrify the average Christian, think twice.

12. Finally, your new friend may or may not be up to date on the most politically correct language of the left. Try not to sweat that stuff. If you chose to have a conversation about it, don’t be condescending and approach it in a down-to-earth way. If your guest is a little bit bigoted about some things, it’s a lot more effective to give them a positive sense of having connected with someone different than them, rather than chewing them out over terminology. The first builds solidarity, the second is exhausting for all concerned. (Obviously there are limits to the tolerance of intolerance in any situation, but we are hoping that you trusted your gut to good effect earlier and there is no chance of physical violence.)

And that’s about all I have to say about it for now!

In conclusion, I’d like to link you to POOR Magazine, a project of, by, and for poor and homeless people. It has a lot of information about other projects of, by and for the homeless, especially in the SF Bay Area. Give your money to them and to similar self-organized homeless projects rather than to mainstream nonprofits. Tenants unions, homeless unions, and projects like Homes Not Jails are also good to support. Basically you’re looking for organizations run by the people they are meant to serve.

Shitposting or Scripture? The Flexibility of Satanic Sacred Texts

“I will face God and walk backwards into hell.”

It sounds like some 19th century Romantic Satanist or anarchist– Byron or Shelley or Proudhon or Bakunin. But it’s actually a shitpost.

I’d also argue that it’s a legitimate Satanic sacred text at this point.

Allow me to explain.

Satanism, at first glance, doesn’t have very many sacred texts. I mean, there’s LaVey’s Satanic Bible, but I am not sure even LaVey ever called it sacred, or intended it to be canonical. There are also scattered works by various later Satanists attempting to comprehensively articulate Satanism, or even claiming to be inspired text. Most of them are poorly written and not very widely read.

But you know what’s way more influential to Satanic thought than any of those? Paradise Lost, which is a Christian text. And it’s “just a poem,” anyway. Right?

Except… did you know that Milton considered Paradise Lost to be divinely inspired? According to its author, it’s a received text.

Let’s leave Paradise Lost (and all the later works of Romantic Satanism that it accidentally inspired) alone for a second as we meander towards my point from another angle– that of music.

Hymns are another type of sacred text often analyzed by academics and theologians. At first glance, Satanism doesn’t have any of these. Or does it? There are now numerous musicians and bands who are sincere Satanists writing intense devotional music. Isn’t “Lucifer’s the Light of the World” by King Dude worthy of analysis as a Satanic sacred text– and a neat, lucid bit of Satanic Biblical exegesis at that? What about Behemoth’s album “The Satanist,” Adam Nergal Darsky’s defiant exploration of deepening religious devotion after a close brush with death by cancer? Shouldn’t we analyze this as religious text, including the lyrics, the music, and for that matter, the music video? What about the entire opus of Selim Lemouchi with his band The Devil’s Blood? He considered every last one of those songs to be infernally inspired, and they represent passionate, ecstatic and mystical declarations of a practitioner’s personal faith.

But even before there were self-avowed Satanic musicians, there were the Satanic poseurs– the Motley Crue’s of this world, churning out foot-stomping head-banging Satan-hailing anthems. These songs have been appropriated by religious Satanists today, much in the same way that we have appropriated Paradise Lost. They are Satanic texts now, even if they were never intended to be.

What about film? A lot of Satanists have appropriated The VVitch as a Satanic document. Black Phillip, and his brief speech at the end, have become icons of faith and ideology.

The definition of text has grown, you see. We live in an era of hypertext– links leading to links, criticism interacting with culture, religion blending with entertainment and reproducing itself on social media. And in this era, we need to think about what counts as sacred texts, and what is open to academic analysis, very differently… especially in the case of Satanism which is, itself, unique.

Until very recently, we Satanists were not producing texts of our own. Everything that is foundational to our religion was yoinked from other religions. (I often say that the real Satanic Bible is… the actual Bible, read from a Satanic perspective. It’s not sympathetic to our god, but it’s a big part of where his mythos started, after all. I’m hardly a Bible thumper but I pound on Genesis 3, the story of the Fall from Eden. I believe that text contains every Satanic value, mystery, and kernel of wisdom that a Devil-worshiper needs, if only you explore it thoroughly.)

It’s not unusual for religions to grow from each other– just look at how Christianity grew out of Judaism, and Islam from both. The difference is that, as far as anyone can tell, Satanism didn’t even exist for centuries after the concept of it was invented. The idea of Devil Worship was a paranoid invention of certain Christians, and they harped on this supposedly horrible concept for so long that it became real. This is an incredibly unique origin story for a faith.

Like our religion itself, many of our texts were originally not Satanic. The Bible is obviously not Satanic, neither are the Books of Enoch nor Paradise Lost nor even the Lesser Key of Solomon. The Litanies of Satan were not written by a Satanist. Aleister Crowley, the Great Beast 666 himself, was not precisely a Satanist, but his works are indispensable to us now.

Thus Satanism is a remarkable pastiche, a collage of influences and discourses including texts from other faiths, both canonical, apocryphal and pseudepigraphal, Western Esotericism, folklore, fiction, poetry, philosophy, anarchist theory, blues and rock music, and, last and potentially most importantly of all– the internet.

This has occurred partially because the religion is so new, and also partially because from the very beginning Satanism has resisted having a canon. We are far too contrarian and independent-minded to recognize any one text as the Word of Satan Himself. To us, that seems like a bad idea.

While I’m on this topic, I might as well mention that in a conversation with Lucifer (because yes, I’m a mystic and feel that I have those, and you have no obligation to believe me), he told me that he has influenced and inspired many texts, but that he will never, ever reveal which ones, for the explicit reason of avoiding the production of a canon. Satanism has no canon, needs no canon, and wants no canon. That made me love him even more, of course. And it makes a lot of sense to me that he’d rather whisper a suggestion in a poet’s ear than speak in his own person through an ordained, authoritative prophet. So, you know–by that logic, better if you don’t believe me about talking to Satan, really. I’m just some guy on the internet.

Speaking of random people on the internet, I started this blog entry by citing a shitpost, specifically, a tweet. The original full text of the tweet was “If the zoo bans me for hollering at the animals I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.” Not very Satanic, is it?

Yet this phrase was appropriated, reblogged, retweeted, reposted, and used as the title of Tumblr blogs, ad nauseum, including widely in the online Satanic milieu. I myself have literally flung those words at a missionary trying to witness to me. It has become virtually a Satanic proverb– all puns on “virtually” intended.

What about the words “We are all God’s children and he left us in a hot car?” It’s the title of a song. It’s also the name of a shitpost-y Facebook group. It’s also legitimately something that Millennial and Gen Z Satanists now say to philosophically express our disgust at the state of the world, a contemporary maltheistic parable in the shape of a meme.

The definition of sacred text and religious discourse must widen, especially in the case of Satanism, a religion that did not grow significantly in numbers until the advent of the internet. This is fitting. Even in its pre-internet forms, aspects of Satanism bore a certain resemblance to the concept of “trolling.” The Satanic affinity for memes, pranks, eye-catching and virally graphic symbols, satire, surrealism, and frankly, pornography, bears a strong affinity to the nature and culture of the web itself.

But Satanic online texts are not relegated to the realm of shitposts. Hardly! You are obviously reading a Satanic text on the internet right now. Satanists have taken to the internet to blog about our personal faith journeys, theorize on theology and morality, share occult PDFs and reading recommendations, and form affinity groups that sometimes extend to the offline world. Without, so far, much by way of churches, monasteries, academic journals, publishing houses or seminaries of our own, most of our theorizing takes place on the web.

The development of Satanism is happening when and where academics are by and large not looking– online and through pop culture, especially in the form of music.

This has been a shitpost.

 

 

 

Mortification of the Flesh

This post is about sexuality. It’s pretty raw and frank. Please don’t read if you are a minor, or if you don’t want to hear about me this way.

This also has a lot to do with my mental illness. It’s not written in my usual style. Instead this style strives to recreate what I was thinking and experiencing in the moment of this incident. It’s not psychosis but it might be too close for comfort. Don’t read this if you can be triggered into an episode by such material.

There are mentions of sexual trauma.

Honestly, just don’t read this.

noli me tangere.
noli me legere.
noli me videre.*
noli me –
*non enim videbit me homo et vivet.

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On Atheism

I am a theistic Satanist, which is a category that many atheistic Satanists disdain. But ironically, the more I talk to atheistic Satanists, and the more I refine my own theology, the more I realize that I have a lot in common with standard atheism.

Modern atheism is grounded mainly in a critique of monotheism– as much as many atheists don’t realize it. Atheist arguments like the problem of evil rely on the concept of a single God who is omnipotent and omnibenevolent. I agree with the premise of the problem of evil– that such a being cannot possibly exist.

Like most atheists, I reject the concept of a single Big God. In fact, I believe that the existence of such a being would necessitate an unfree universe, a place in which choice, individuality and liberty fundamentally cannot exist. A lot of atheists would agree with that, too.

The difference is that instead of being an atheist, I am now a radical polytheist.

Where I break away from atheism is, of course, by believing in the existence of things that cannot be empirically proven. I acknowledge that this is a pretty big schism. But I also don’t think it’s as important as it may at first seem.

In most of the ways that materially matter to atheists, I act like an atheist. I believe people can be moral without religion. I believe in strong separation of church and state. I believe in trusting good science (not in scientism, which is the ignorant tendency to believe that all “science” is equally valid and has been conducted to the same standards, or that science is static and not subject to change upon further information. This attitude is actually profoundly unscientific).

I differ from some atheists in that I believe religious belief is not delusional and can be profoundly healthy.

Religion, for me, is about emotional well-being. “Faith” of some kind– not necessarily faith in God or in something supernatural– is crucial to human survival. We live in awful, desperate, apocalyptic times. A purely rational appraisal of our situation would lead to paralyzing despair. I define faith as an irrational and yet adaptive belief that there is hope. Believing in God, gods, an afterlife, or magic can help support this type of faith, but isn’t necessary for it.

Of course, faith taken to an extreme can be just as paralytic as cynical despair. Leaving everything “in God’s hands” is just as awful of a survival strategy as not doing anything because “we’re doomed”– although one must admit that the apathetic believer is probably at least happier and less stressed than the despairing atheist.

For me personally, I wasn’t able to believe in hope until I believed in the supernatural. I think that actually says a lot about my cynicism. An atheist with hope is, in some ways, more irrationally optimistic than I am! And that’s not a bad thing. That’s a great thing. I salute them!

Atheistic Satanists believe in something I also believe in: religious community. While they may not exactly appreciate the “faith” part of religion, they definitely understand the collective aspect! Rituals, feasts, celebrations, gatherings, protests, events, fundraisers, and coffee hours are beautiful things. The decline of religion has coincided with the social isolation of Americans. Atheistic Satanic communities are combating that trend in their own lives.

I’m not saying religion is the only way to form a community of support– I’m saying that a really good community requires a religious level of commitment. Having a social “scene” you are involved in is great and not to be sneezed at. But in the olden days– and this is still true in some places– being part of a church meant never being alone when you were down and out. A real community should help you find a job when you’re unemployed, find an apartment when you get evicted, bring you dinners when you are too sick to cook for yourself, take up a collection for you when an unexpected emergency room bill clears our your savings. That’s what churches did, and sometimes still do.

(“Now wait a minute,” some random Randian-inflected LaVeyan is sneering, “A Satanist should be able to stand on their own two feet!” To which I say, A. you don’t understand how late stage capitalism works, B. in the 90’s Church of Satan literature emphasized that Satanists should have each other’s backs, fiercely, and C. have fun with your “Church” that isn’t so much a church anymore as just a smug twitter account. I’m not a huge fan of LaVey himself, but at least the dude brought people together and had fun parties. CoS really has fallen. No wonder TST is mopping the floor with them left, right and center. If CoS wants to stay relevant, they need to try harder and give people more. If you love capitalism so much than try to keep up with your competition. They are offering value that you are not.)

While The Satanic Temple is far from perfect, I give props to them and to similar atheistic Satanic groups for creating some real time community. The atheistic Satanists I know locally form social bonds with one another that appear to be just as strong as those formed in my own more theistic soiree. Social bonds are the real reason people stay involved with religious groups anyway. If it was all about the faith of the individual folks could all just practice on their own.

I’m happy to see atheists realizing the value of religious community, understanding that religion has great utility even if you take the God right out of it. To be quite honest, progressive Jews and some progressive Christians have realized this for a long time– new atheists might be surprised by how many people of faith don’t retain any belief whatsoever in the supernatural.

And as for me? Theistic as I am, I guess I’m still agnostic enough to insist that any sort of religious practice must be justifiable by its positive impacts on mundane “real” life.

 

My Commentary on Liber OZ

Liber OZ is my favorite work by Aleister Crowley. It is a “book” which is actually only a single page.

A lot has been written about OZ, and you can find some good links on it here, here, here and here. Since all of Crowley’s works are dense, esoteric and self-referential– even this deceptively monosyllabic and straightforward pamphlet!– I won’t pretend to have successfully unpacked what the self-styled Great Beast intended by it.

Instead, this is my personal commentary on Liber OZ and how I use it in my life and practice– also how I personally deal with some of its more unlovely aspects.

Liber LXXVII

OZ
“the law of
the strong:
this is our law
and the joy
of the world.”
         —AL. II. 21.
Right off the bat we have a shit-ton to unpack. The symbol inside the O of Oz is Crowley’s Mark of the Beast sigil combined with a downward pointing septagram. Interesting to combine the numerals 666 with a star of 7 points, 7 being a number associated with the Christian God. I’m sure there’s some deep Kabbalistic meaning in that that I’m missing.

“Oz” has multiple meanings. One of them is “might” or “strength.” Another is “refuge.” Another is “she-goat.” Hail.

This is said to be “the law of the strong.” Is that some Nietzschean Ubermensch bullshit I smell? (It smells like Axe body spray, for the record.) Probably, yeah, but once you read the rest of the document it makes sense outside of that context as well.

This is a set of principles for self-governing, self-willed individuals. A blueprint for spiritual and literal anarchism. Making your own decisions and living by your own Will does take a certain type of strength… not necessarily brute, stereotypically masculine strength, although that can come in handy. More like the type of Strength shown on the Rider-Waite Smith tarot card, in which a woman calms a lion. 93 is the numerological equivalent of the words “Thelema” and “Agape,” Will and Love in Greek. What more perfect image of Love and Will, and Love Under Will, could there be than the Lady and the Lion?

You’ll need a type of strength that is resilient and compassionate to live by this law… a strength that weathers storms. Remember that Crowley’s magical name was “Perdurabo”– I endure. Not conquer, not dominate. Endure.

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.”

AL. I. 40.

 OK, so let’s get this out of the way– “do what thou wilt” does not mean “do what you want.” There’s this idea of the True Will, one’s own deepest purpose. Thelema means finding and pursuing that Will with singular, passionate focus.

(A.L. stands for Liber AL vel Legis, The Book of the Law, for those who are wondering what those little citations are.)

“thou hast no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no
other shall say nay.” —AL. I. 42–3.

OK, so in the context of “Will” not meaning “want,” this makes a lot more sense. “You have no right but to do whatever you want” is a paradoxical and content-free statement. “You have no right but to fulfill your singular purpose, and from this right all your other rights derive” is something we can work with.

“Every man and every woman is a star.” —AL. I. 3.

Yeah, yeah, gender binary, BUT… what Crowley is saying here is that every single human is a unique and sacred entity with their own Will, which they have the absolute right to carry out. (Crowley’s relationship to gender wasn’t really binary anyway, as we’ll see later.)

So, ya know. Doing your Will is great and all, but everyone else has a right to do theirs, too. You’re not better than anyone else, and you don’t get to step on other people’s Wills.

There is no god but man.

Honestly I have no idea. Crowley’s theism versus his atheism is a tangled question that I do not have the time for right now. He seems to have gone back and forth on it.

But, for our purposes, I think it’s safe to assume that at least part of what Crowley is trying to say is this: there is no God more important than human Will that should be obeyed in its place.

OK! Here comes the good stuff.

A final note before I unpack the below– Crowley can be interpreted as very left-wing, or very right-wing. As far as I can tell, this is largely in the eye of the interpreter’s own politics. I’m a big lefty, so I’m gonna take Crowley to a straight-up Marxist-Anarchist place. Die mad about it.

1.

Man has the right to live by his own law—
to live in the way that he wills to do:

Anarchism! Couldn’t be stated more simply than that.

to work as he will:

People should be able to do the work that they love, that fulfills their purpose, as opposed to being obliged to labor for survival.

to play as he will:

Human adults have a right to play and enjoyment, rather than the dour drudgery required by capitalism.

to rest as he will:

You have a right to rest. To sleep. To take a break. Screw what your boss says.

You may be noticing by now that this document offers no way of ensuring that these rights will be respected, or that you will be able to practice them without reprisal. But I think it’s important to simply enumerate them nonetheless. Those of us raised in late capitalism with the Protestant Work Ethic are all too prone to feelings of crushing guilt over rest and play. But these are things to which you have a right.

to die when and how he will.

Interesting little plug for the right to die and assisted suicide.

2.

Man has the right to eat what he will:

1. Food is a human right and 2. what your diet consists of should be your decision. Second part may not sound that radical, but compared to the dietary restrictions of some religions, it kind of is.

to drink what he will:

1. Water is a human right! In this age of water privatization and the Flint water crisis, it bears repeating! 2. Again, you can drink whatever the hell you Will. (Doesn’t really excuse alcoholism, in my opinion, since being controlled by an addiction hardly counts as following your True Will.)

to dwell where he will:

This implies the right to housing, and also, coming up…

to move as he will on the face of the earth.

…the right to immigration! Borders should be open, humans should be able to travel freely, move freely, settle freely.

3.

Man has the right to think what he will:
to speak what he will:
to write what he will:
to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will:

Basic, classic, freedom of expression stuff.

to dress as he will.

Oh hey. Crowley said ‘trans rights now!’ I love the fact that this is included under freedom of expression.

For people who think that extending this to cross-gender expressions is something Crowley never intended, I invite you to consider that his first boyfriend, Herbert Charles Jerome Pollitt, was a talented female impersonator. Also, Crowley speaks at length about his own androgynous nature in his autohagiography. Some say he was given to cross-dressing himself. In relation to Pollitt, Crowley even said “I lived with Pollitt as his wife for some six months and he made a poet out of me.” Crowley was no stranger to genderfuckery.

4.

Man has the right to love as he will:—
“take your fill and will of love as ye will,
when, where, and with whom ye will.” —AL. I. 51.

See above. One of the most widely known facts about Crowley is his libertine polymorphous sexuality. Thelema has also always been associated with free love. This line should absolutely and explicitly be understood as advocating for queer rights, non-monogamy, every manner of kink, and pretty much every permutation of sexuality one can imagine– as long as it is consensual. “Love under Will,” after all.

5.

Man has the right to kill those who would thwart
these rights.

Crowley called this “the safeguard tyrannicide.” This doesn’t necessarily mean you have a right to kill somebody who doesn’t like your dress. It does mean that it is moral to assassinate people in power who interfere with basic human rights.

“the slaves shall serve.” —AL. II. 58.

Ugh. For me, this is the most distasteful and alienating line in the whole thing. But it isn’t without value even so.

I think this means that some people’s Will is to obey rather than to seek freedom. This should not be taken as victim-blaming– I don’t think literal slaves “Will” to be slaves! I think Crowley is trying to say that some people Will to live under what Nietzsche (and occasionally Crowley) would term the “Slave God.” This is sort of indisputable: we see these conventional and conservative personality types all around us.

Specifically, Crowley probably means “Christians gonna Christian”– there is every reason, given his Nietzschean influence, to assume that “slaves” primarily means “Christians” in this context.

So I actually think this is a badly worded statement of compassion. Some people Will to serve. And so, serve they shall. Their right to pursue their Will is as sacred as any other person’s, and should not be interfered with. 

In a sense, this is a warning that not everyone is going to be a Thelemite, and that trying to convert everyone is a bad idea. Equally, people who Will to serve should not be denigrated by being accused of false consciousness. They should be left alone, to do their Wills. Every man and every woman is still a star. That was never contradicted.

“Love is the law, love under will.” —AL. I. 57.

There ya have it. Boom.

Now will someone please tell me where to find Will? I’m supposed to get under him apparently. It’s the Law.

The Life, Death and Anti-Kosmik Magick of Selim Lemouchi

Originally published in Issue #4 of “Lucifer” Zine

Selim Lemouchi is dead. He killed himself in 2014. He was private and enigmatic in life, and what survives of his story is less biography than legend. I think that’s probably what he would have wanted.

Half Robert Johnson, half Kurt Cobain, this Dutch guitarist and songwriter founded occult rock group The Devil’s Blood and released three albums (and a couple EPs) of blisteringly beautiful Satanic songs before taking his leave from this plane. I was captivated by his music from the moment I first heard it, and as I learned about him, I became almost equally obsessed with his myth.

Selim seems to have been clinically depressed since birth. The other constant in his life was his love of music. His sister Farida, a talented singer, shared this love. In an interview, his mother recalls the exuberance with which the young Selim forced her to listen to his favorite bands while he did his chores.

Selim grew up to be a hard-working musician, playing guitar in several bands and even touring with the black metal group Watain. But the rock n’ roll lifestyle did not relieve his pain. Instead, it provided him with easy access to a smorgasbord of unhealthy coping mechanisms. He developed problems with addiction that only compounded his depression.

Eventually Selim was admitted to a mental institution. A year later he emerged changed. He claimed he had made a deal with the Devil. From then on, Selim was a devout Satanist.

We can only speculate on the nature of this deal. The contract was private, as pacts with Satan often are, and Selim never spelled it out publicly. But whatever the details, I think it’s safe to assume that creating devotional music was part of it, and that’s what Selim promptly started to do. He recruited his sister Farida as the vocalist for his band, titling her “The Mouth of Satan.” Farida’s powerhouse voice more than lived up to this moniker. With her, he formed The Devil’s Blood.

The band quickly gained attention for their sound, their energy, and their habit of appearing onstage drenched in actual blood. (It generally came from a pig, but I think it’s safe to assume some of Selim’s own plasma made it into the mix. Offerings of his own blood were a vital part of his practice.) It was more than a gimmick, but it certainly worked like one. That aside, The Devil’s Blood were talented and arresting performers. They stood out as a blatantly Satanic band that eschewed the black metal sound, instead harkening back to the psychedelia of 60’s occult rockers like Coven.  Farida truly sings like a fallen angel, and the music is powerfully uplifting, full of radiant chords and gorgeously melodic riffs. There is an undeniable sense of wild joy and spiritual ecstasy in the music, but the lyrics tell a darker story.

Selim was an anti-cosmic Satanist. Anti-cosmic Satanism gets a bad rep from its connection to Nazi groups like the Order of Nine Angles, but it isn’t innately fascist. Anti-cosmic Satanism is simply a strain of Satanism that rejects the material universe, and longs to return to the realm of chaos and fire. No philosophy could have been more natural to Selim. He didn’t just despise life—he had an outright enthusiasm for death which doesn’t necessarily follow from suicidal depression. In fact, such zeal for anything seems antithetical to depression! His thirst for death, his yearning, is obvious in video interviews. His eyes light up when he talks about dying. He makes it plain that he intends to choose the time and manner of his own passing, and to do so sooner rather than later.

“For me it’s not about the loss of people when they die, but about the admiration I have for them,” he says in one video. “They are in a place I also want to go to, and will go to, hopefully by my own hand. It should be one’s own decision when it’s their time to go.”

In another interview he says: “I don’t fear so much as expect that at some point my energies will be spent, and I hope to be able to have the self-reflection at that point to understand that ‘you have done all these things, you have been tremendously successful… and it’s time to stop now, and it’s time to go on and to see where next to conquer.’ The concept of death is only scary if one believes that eternity is darkness; and if one believes that eternity is fire, then there are possibilities.”

Selim’s romance with death is even more vividly expressed in his songs. In “The Thousandfold Epicentre” he has Farida sing,

“Blessed be!

From the branches of death’s tree

The fruit is finally falling down,

And the harvester is free.”

The lyrics go on to praise Satan as the “Great and pristine provider of nothingness and death.”

But this is merely one example. His devotion to the Devil as a god of death suffuses every song, usually quite obviously. In “I’ll Be Your Ghost” he begs for his demise in terms almost erotic:

“Lay me on your bed of nails,

Tie me to your whipping post,

I’ll let you kill me

And I’ll be your ghost.”

And in “Wings of Gloria” he entreats:

“So make your wings to shine

And make your eyes to beam

Make your dark as fire so bright

Burn my eyes with its light

So I may never see the light again!”

It is not in my constitution to glorify suicide, but in Selim’s case I respect it. This is a man who lived towards the goal of death. According to his mother and sister, they “always” knew Selim would take his own life. They had discussed this frankly with him, asking only that he say goodbye first, so that they wouldn’t be shocked to find him in a ditch somewhere. According to Farida, he upheld his end of that agreement “quite well.”

In 2014, Selim went home to the flames, leaving behind a catalog of brilliant devotional songs. His contract was fulfilled, and it was time for his promised reward: to be taken into the Devil’s arms, and enfolded in his dark wings at last.

His headstone reads:

“I fall into

The spaceless space

The timeless time

The endless end

Neither here nor there

Above or below

Into the night I go.”

Burn in hell, Selim Lemouchi. As one Satanist to another, I mean that in the nicest possible way.

P.S. The Ghost song “He Is” was written as a tribute to Selim. Tobias Forge was friends with him. As if you needed another reason to cry every time you listen to that fucking song!