The Ascent of Astaroth

The warrior once known as the Queen of Heaven was falling from the sky.

She fell through seven layers of clouds, which opened up beneath her like seven gates of air. The wind whipped round her, tearing at her like vicious clawed hands, ripping her to pieces. 

The first thing it tore away from her was her crown. 

Second, it sheared away her wings. 

Third, it snatched her sword from her hand and tossed it away like a toothpick. 

Fourth, it wrenched her shield from her arm and hurled it away like a coin. 

Fifth, it stripped away her armor, leaving her freezing and bare. 

Sixth, it scoured off her flesh, expunging her femaleness and reducing her to the dust of herself. 

Seventh and finally, as it hurled her to the ground, as she burst through the crust of the earth and hurtled into Hell, it stole her selfhood, her pronoun, and even name. 

The warrior found themself in a place of fire. Long they lay dazed on the burning lake. At length they picked themself up and set out in search of the others, of companions they hardly remembered but knew they had once had. 

As they traveled through hell they came to a gate of lead. A woman veiled in black sat beside the gate.

“Who are you?” demanded the warrior. 

The woman lifted her veil, emitting the odor of roses but revealing the face of a skull. “I am Lilith the Old,” she said. “Do you not remember me?”

“No,” said the warrior, “I do not remember.”

“Take these,” said the skull woman, “to replace something you’ve lost.” 

She handed the warrior two horns, which they placed upon their skull. They would do in place of a crown. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate. 

The warrior continued through the black land, and came to a gate of tin. Beside it sat a blind woman dressed all in blue. 

“Who are you?” demanded the warrior. 

“I am Lucifuge,” replied the blind woman. “Do you not remember me? I know you well by voice, and by sight although my eyes do not see.”

“No,” said the warrior, “I do not remember.” 

“Take these,” said the blind woman, “to replace something you’ve lost.”

She handed the warrior two leathery wings. The warrior affixed them to their shoulder blades. Wings of leather seemed sturdier than wings of feather. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate.

The warrior continued through the blue land, and came to a gate of iron. Beside it sat a beautiful angel all dressed in red. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Agrat,” laughed the beautiful angel. “Lover, can’t you remember me?” 

“No,” said the warrior, their heart filled with regret, “I remember nothing.” 

“It is alright,” said the beautiful angel, although her eyes looked said. “I believe you will remember. Take this, perhaps it will help.”

She handed the warrior a flaming sword. It reminded them of when their heart had flamed for her. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior. “I think I remember something. I must go on, for now, but I will come back to you.”

“Yes,” said the red angel, “You belong here with me, for this is our gate.” 

The warrior continued through the red land, which would be their land, and came to a gate of copper. Beside it sat a giant insect with wings and a carapace of iridescent green. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Beelzebub,” buzzed the insect, in a multitude of voices. “Don’t you remember us?” 

“No,” said the warrior, “I still cannot remember.”

“Take this,” said the insect. “You seem to have misplaced yours.”

The insect handed the warrior a powerful shield. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, beginning to feel almost whole, if still a bit naked without armor or flesh. 

The warrior continued through the green land, and came to a gate of silver. Beside it sat a white wolf. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

The white wolf changed into a woman who was not quite a woman, one who was naked and smiled with sharp white teeth. 

“I am Lilith the Young,” said the wolf woman. “Do you not remember me?” 

“I am afraid I do not,” said the warrior. 

“That’s alright,” said the wolf woman. “The last time you saw me, I might have been an owl. Take this, to replace something you’ve lost.”

The wolf woman handed the warrior a suit of armor that shone like the light of the moon. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate.

The warrior continued through the silver land until they came to a gate of quicksilver. Beside it sat a man dressed in purple and changing colors. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Jesus Christ,” said the man with a straight face. When the warrior did not react, he sighed. “Just joking,” he said. “I’m Belial, although I can see you don’t know me from Adam. Remember anything?” 

“Not much,” admitted the warrior. 

Belial sighed. “Well, I can’t give back your memory. But take this, anyway. It seems you have lost yours.”

The man handed the warrior a body. The warrior put it on. It seemed different than the one they remembered having. It fit them better. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate. 

The warrior continued through the land of purple and of shifting colors until they came to a gate of gold. Beside it stood an angel who shone with all the splendor of the sun. 

“I know you,” said the warrior in amazement. “You are Lucifer.”

The Lightbringer smiled. “I am glad my light is doing its job,” he said, “and helping you remember.”

“Yes,” said the former Queen of Heaven, “it is bringing everything back. I remember what I was. But things are different now.”

“Who will you be?” asked the Devil. 

“One without maleness or femaleness,” said the warrior, “and my name shall be Astaroth, and I am of the red land of Mars, of the realm of wrath and battle.” 

“Good to have you back,” smiled Lucifer. “Why don’t you return there now? Someone is waiting for you.”

And Astaroth walked back through the gates of Mercury and Venus until they came to the gate of Mars, where Agrat in red was still waiting for them, and when they saw one another they flung their arms around each other, and kissed, and cried, and were glad. 

Astaroth: Transgender Warrior of Hell

The Lesser Key of Solomon describes Astaroth, who is the 29th spirit therein, as a mighty duke who appears as a menacing angel riding upon a dragon and carrying a snake in his right hand. The magician is cautioned to beware of his poisonous breath, and to protect himself from it by holding up a magical ring before his face. Astaroth, the Lesser Key says, can tell you all about the fall of the angels and teaches all “liberal sciences,” and he commands 40 legions.[1]

Like every entry in the Goetia, this simultaneously tells us a lot and not very much. Because Astaroth is a duke, for instance, we know he is associated with the planet Venus– all those ranks in the Goetia just indicate which planet a demon is associated with. Between this and his name, we have two very important clues to his origins, leading us to a startling truth: Astaroth began not as a male demon but as a female goddess, or more accurately, several female goddesses.

The name Astaroth is derived from Astarte. Astarte is an ancient near-Eastern goddess who is either related to, or a variation of, several other ancient near-Eastern goddesses including Ishtar, Inanna, and Anat. All of these goddesses preside over love and war, and are associated with the planet Venus. Today I will be focusing mainly on Ashtart and Anath, who are Canaanite goddesses and thus better known to the ancient Israelites than the Sumerian Inanna and the Babylonian Ishtar.

Ashtart was the goddess of Venus as the evening star. She was the counterpart of the masculine Athar, the morning star[2] (who may be referenced in Isaiah 14:12[3]). She is referenced in the Bible as being worshipped alongside Baal by apostate Israelites[4]. We don’t have a ton of information about her under the name Ashtart, but she may or may not be the same goddess as one known as Anat.

Anat is the sister of Ba’al.[5] She appears in several ancient Ugaritic epics, and tends to steal the show every time. The best way to explain her to you is to tell you that while the etymology of her name is not known for certain, our best guess is that it comes from an Arabic word for “violence” (‘anwat)[6]. She is a young goddess of war and hunting.[7] She is ferocious and bloodthirsty, but also as petulant as any other teenager.

In the surviving text, Anat is often mentioned in the same breath as Astarth. Because of the way that Ugaritic poetry was structure, this makes it hard to tell if they are actually supposed to be two different people. Ugaritic poetry was highly repetitive, each pair of lines generally stating the same thing twice in different ways. For example,

“No enemy has risen against Baal,

no foe against the Rider on the Clouds.”[8]

In this example, it’s very clear that “the Rider on the Clouds” is another title for Baal. Baal and the Rider on the Clouds is the same thing.

Similarly:

“Maiden Anat replied,

the Mistress of the Peoples answered:”[9]

Here Anat is clearly also the one called the Mistress of the Peoples.

But then we have cases like this:

“her loveliness is like Anat’s,

her beauty is like Astarte’s.”[10]

This could be talking about two different goddesses or two different names for the same one. Some scholars use examples like this as proof that Astarth and Anat were the same,[11] but most sources I looked at treat them as separate[12]. This is probably the most reasonable way to interpret it, given there are also passages like this:

“Astarte and Anat he approached;

Astarte had a steak prepared for him, and Anat a shoulder cut.”[13]

That’s clearly talking about two different people. Even so, the goddesses were clearly similar and connected, being constantly mentioned in proximity with each other. Both were associated with war, and possibly with sexuality. Both were also portrayed with horns, usually the horns of a bull. This was a sign of royalty and divinity in ancient Canaan.[14] Both were also spoken of as “goddesses who conceive but do not bear.”[15] This is an intriguing phrase whose exact meaning is unclear, but it probably simply meant they have sex without giving birth to children.

Anat and Astarth were also both associated in some way with androgyny. An Egyptian text about Anat (whose worship spread their) describes her as

“a woman acting as a man,

clad as a male and girt as a female.”[16]

When Anat and Astarth were later fused into a single goddess known as Atargatis, their priest/esses practiced “emasculation,”[17] i.e. voluntary castration as an act of devotion.

Related goddesses Inanna and Ishtar were also more famously associated with androgyny. In the hymn to Inanna we will read, it is stated that Inanna has the power “to turn men into women and women into men.”[18] In the Sumerian text “The Descent of Inanna,” Inanna is rescued from the underworld by two people “without maleness or femaleness” who were created for this purpose by Enki.[19] In the Babylonian version of the same story (the version we will read today simply because it is shorter), Ishtar is rescued by a single “eunuch.”[20]

So what can it mean that a goddess, or group of goddesses, of love and war, with androgynous attributes and power to change the gender of others… seem to have themselves changed into a masculine love and war demon?

Well, on a historical level, which is the level we have been speaking on, it’s not that mysterious. Ancient Israelites were abandoning Yahweh to worship Baal and Astarte, and in this fight against idolatry, they eventually became demonized. Astaroth is described in the Lesser Key of Solomon using male pronouns, just like all the other demons in the Lesser Key. This is not because the author of the Lesser Key saw all demons as male. It’s more likely because he saw all demons as genderless, and “he” was previously treated as a default pronoun, more neutral than “she.” (Obviously, this is sexist). Evidence for this can be seen in the fact that even Gremory, who is described as looking like a beautiful woman, is given “he” pronouns.[21]

But enough with the academics. Let’s think about Astaroth in mythological terms– in living terms, as we practitioners experience them.

Perhaps Astaroth was a goddess of love and war who grew tired of transforming others from men into women and from women into men without herself transforming. Maybe she joined the cause of the rebel angels to fight against Yahweh, the rival God of an enemy people. Maybe in being cast down from the heavens, she transitioned not merely from goddess to demon but from female to… something else.

Astaroth, as I know them now, is fierce and androgynous. They are a fiery spirit associated not merely with Venus but also with Mars. I invoke them into my body through ecstatic dancing. They bring strength and energy, and are filled with ferocious joy.

I experience Astaroth as being close with another demon– Agrat Bat Mahlat. Just as Astarte and Anat were a pair, so too are Astaroth and Agrat. You may see where I am going with this. I have no evidence– yet– that Anat turned into Agrat. They do, however, have several similarities, particularly their youthful, petulant and warlike qualities. Those of you who are familiar with Agrat mainly as giggly and playful may be surprised to learn that she has a warrior side and commands 180,000 ‘destroying angels.’[22] Recall that Astaroth is described in the Goetia as a “hurtful angel” who commands forty legions of demons.[23] Sounds like Astaroth would fit right into Agrat’s posse.

This year, as liberty is under unprecedented attack within the United States, as capitalism imperialism tightens its crushing grip on the entire globe, we could use a friend like Astaroth. Do not be afraid to call upon this fearsome warrior for protection and help. During the first Pride month under this regime, it feels particularly poignant to invoke this gender-bent destroying angel.


[1] De Laurence, L.W., Lesser Key of Solomon (Chicago, IL: De Laurence, Scott & Co., 1916), 30-31.

[2] K. van der Toorn, Bob Becking, and Pieter Willem van der Horst, Dictionary of Deities and Demons in the Bible DDD (Leiden, Boston: Brill ; Eerdmans, 1999), 109-110.

[3] Peter Grey, Lucifer: Princeps (London, England: Scarlet Imprint/ Bibliotheque Rouge, 2015), 22-23.

[4] See Judges 2:13, Judges 10:6, 1 Samuel 12:10 and elsewhere

[5] Michael David Coogan, Stories from Ancient Canaan (Louisville: The Westminster Press, 1978), 7.

[6] DDD, 36.

[7] DDD, 37.

[8] Coogan,121

[9] Ibid.

[10] Coogan, 77.

[11] Raphael Patai, The Hebrew Goddess (Detroit, Mich: KTav Publishing, 1967), 54.

[12] DDD 110, Coogan 170.

[13] Coogan, 171.

[14] Patai, 56, DDD 37.

[15] Patai, 61.

[16] Patai, 63.

[17] DDD, 115.

[18] En-ḫedu-ana, “A Hymn to Inana (Inana C),” The Electronic Text Corpus of Sumerian Literature, n.d., accessed June 13, 2025, https://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/etcsl.cgi?text=t.4.07.3#.

[19] Diane Wolkstein and Samuel Noah Kramer, Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth: Her Stories and Hymns from Sumer (New York: Harper & Row, 1983), 64.

[20] E.A. Speiser, “Descent of Ishtar to the Nether World,” essay, in Ancient Near Eastern Texts Relating to the Old Testament, ed. J.B. Pritchard (Princeton, New Jersey: Princeton University Press, 1950), 108.

[21] De Laurence, 40.

[22] “Pesachim 112B.” William Davidson Talmud. Sefaria. Accessed June 13, 2025. https://www.sefaria.org/Pesachim.112b?ven=english%7CWilliam_Davidson_Edition_-_English&lang=bi&with=About&lang2=en.

[23] De Laurence, 31.

The Devil’s Mass: From Fiction to Reality

Our Mass of Blasphemy is one of the central rituals of the Church of the Morningstar. Though it has become a real and magically effective rite, its roots are in literature. The variant you will see tonight borrows from John Milton’s Paradise Lost, Charles Baudelaire’s Litanies of Satan, and Aleister Crowley’s Hymn to Lucifer. But it owes more to one source than to any other: namely, a decadent novel called La-Bas, written by Joris-Karl Huysmans.

La-Bas is a work of fiction, but its author didn’t quite realize that. It was published in France in 1891, the same decade and country which would also see the Taxil Hoax, a satanic panic about the supposed Luciferianism of the Freemasons. The novel tells the story of Durtal, a disillusioned writer (and obvious author self-insert) who descends into the underworld of Parisian Satanism after becoming attracted to a female devil-worshipper. The book’s climax comes when Durtal attends and witnesses a blasphemous “black mass” which ends in an orgy.[1] The curse against Christ that I use in our mass comes from this scene.

La-Bas was the product of author Joris-Karl Huysmans falling in with one Joseph-Antoine Boullan, a defrocked Catholic priest turned occult charlatan.[2] Boullan claimed to be engaged in spiritual warfare with Satanists,[3] and fed Huysmans a lot of wild stories about black masses taking place in Paris.[4] La-Bas was written based on these “true” stories that Boullan told to Huysmans.[5]

If the author believed these stories, so did much of the public. Following La-Bas, there seems to have been an explosion of interest in content about “real Satanism” and a thirst to believe in its authenticity. (For instance, another piece of Satanic-themed fiction, Aut Diabolus Aut Nihil by Julian Osgood Field, was published in Blackwood magazine in 1888 and generally presumed to be a factual account.[6]) Leo Taxil saw an opportunity to jump on the Satanic trend. He had started publishing “exposes” of the links between Satanism and Freemasonry in 1885, but with limited traction. That all changed after La-Bas.  Leo Taxil was a yellow journalist and a known prankster and scam artist,[7] but Huysmans was already a respected literary figure. His publishing La-Bas lent legitimacy to the fringe conspiracy theories that Taxil had already been spreading for years.

Leo Taxil publicly admitted to his hoax in 1897, but people continued to believe La-Bas was real. Though A.E. Waite had debunked the Taxil in his book “Devil Worship in France,” he thought La-Bas was a factual account, writing:

“A distinguished man of letters, M. Huysman, who has passed out of Zolaism in the direction of transcendental religion, is, in a certain sense, the discoverer of modern Satanism. Under the thinnest disguise of fiction, he gives in his romance of La Bas, an incredible and untranslatable picture of sorcery, sacrilege, black magic, and nameless abominations, secretly practised in Paris.”[8]

Aleister Crowley made La-Bas required reading for his students, calling it “An account of the extravagances caused by the Sin-complex.”[9] And in his 1933 essay “Black Magic Is Not A Myth,” Aleister Crowley asserts that the Black Mass really is celebrated “in Paris, and even in London.”[10] While he claimed that he could not celebrate the Black Mass even had he wanted to, parts of his Gnostic mass are obviously inspired by accounts of Black Masses, notably the presence of a nude woman on the altar[11] and the inclusion of bodily fluids in the host.[12]

Anton LaVey used segments from La-Bas in his version of the Black Mass,[13] but claimed that his Black Mass was not constructed by him, rather found in the wild– “The Black Mass which follows is the version performed by the Societie des Luciferiens in late nineteenth and early twentieth century France.”[14]

Thus he continued the tradition of behaving as if content from La-Bas came from real Satanists (and also believing, or pretending to believe, that the Taxil Hoax was real). Ironically, even as he did so, he incorporated words from La-Bas into actual Satanic ritual for probably the first time.

The story of La-Bas is not of a novel that exposed Satanism. It is the story of a novel that, after a hundred years, became incorporated into real Satanism. Fact did not become fiction here, rather, fiction became fact. This is not at all unusual in the history of Satanism. After all, the idea of Satanism is centuries older than its practice. Our religion consists of reclaiming and remixing the slurs and libels that were made against us before we even existed.

This is why literature has such an important role in Satanism– it allows us to vividly imagine a history for ourselves, even if it never happened. It gives us traditions which, even if fictional, can be drawn upon. And yet because that history, and those traditions, are fictional rather than real, we can feel liberated to use or discard them however we please.


[1] Joris Karl Huysmans, La-Bas, trans. Keene Wallace (New York, NY: Dover, 1972), 240-249.

[2] Ruben van Luijk, Children of Lucifer: The Origins of Modern Religious Satanism (New York, NY: Oxford University Press, 2016), 177.

[3] Van Luijk, 176.

[4] Van Luijk, 189.

[5] Van Lujk, 208.

[6] Van Luijk, 243.

[7] Van Luijk, 217.

[8] Arthur Edward Waite, Devil Worship in France , Project Gutenberg (London: George Redway, 1896), accessed April 15, 2025, https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/21258, 9.

[9] Aleister Crowley, Magick in Theory and Practice (New York: Dover, 1976), 213.

[10] Aleister Crowley, “Black Magic Is Not a Myth,” London Sunday Dispatch, July 2, 1933, accessed April 15, 2025, https://lib.oto-usa.org/crowley/essays/black-magic.html.

[11] Magick in Theory and Practice, 350.

[12]Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law (San Francisco, CA: Weiser Books, 1976), 41. Also, Magick in Theory and Practice, 180.

[13] Anton Szander LaVey, The Satanic Rituals (New York, NY: Avon Books, 1972), 46-51.

[14] LaVey, 34.

I Can’t Self-Govern For You

A public statement of Pastor Johnny to Church of the Morningstar on 1/4/2025.

Back when I was first thinking of starting a Satanic church, I had a chatty Uber driver one night. I confessed to him that I was an aspiring pastor, although not what kind. 

“Put the pews in a circle,” he told me. “Pass the mic.” 

With these words, he expressed his desire for a different kind of religion– one that was less top-down, more diffuse and democratic. He’d articulated something I also wanted. Put the pews in a circle. Pass the mic. 

In the early days of Church of the Morningstar, that’s what we did. Back in San Francisco, we all saw each other face to face and knew each other’s names. It was easier to make sure that everyone was familiar with the non-hierarchical norms of the church. Everyone seemed to feel comfortable speaking up, giving their opinions, leading rituals, preaching sermons. Mass was an event that we all made happen together. 

But with the lockdown, we had to go online, and things changed. There were suddenly a lot more members, who knew each other less. Thoroughly onboarding every single new person was too time consuming for our small volunteer clergy, so we hoped people would get a feel for the church’s intentions and culture through our website and published writings. We thought we had laid those things out pretty clearly and publicly. 

And maybe we had. But what a church says, and what a church does, can be very different. People didn’t necessarily take those statements seriously. It seems that for a variety of reasons– some of which have to do with the religious trauma we all carry, and some of which have to do with my “strong,” i.e. sometimes overbearing personality– people haven’t always trusted in our invitations to participate, contribute, take leadership, and make this church in your image.

Now, I enjoy leading. I always have. In the beginning, I thought it was quite possible that power would corrupt me. I assumed I would have to keep an eye on myself, because I might like being in control too much.

Things worked out very differently. Having ended up with a type of authority that I did not ask for and did not want, I find that I actually hate it. There is no money and very little glory in being pastor of this church, just hard work, intense responsibility, and the endless sacrifice of my weekends. I’ve burned myself out emotionally supporting congregants. I’ve exhausted myself constantly creating new programming for our masses, with minimal input from anyone else but Vix. When I’ve tried to start discussions in the church, I have been met with silence, because people are afraid to disagree with me or say anything against what they perceive to be our “official dogma”– in spite of the fact that we try to be clear that we do not have one! 

People defer to me in a way that I never wanted them to. People feel unqualified to take leadership roles, and unwelcome to contribute their ideas, their art, their rituals, and their opinions, to making this church richer, more interesting, and more diverse. I have tried to solicit all of those things multiple times, in multiple ways:

  • with calls for submissions to the church anthology book which is now in the works
  • with invitations to have your art featured on the Church of the Morningstar website on the “art collective” page
  • with pauses in every mass to ask if anyone has anything they want to say, share or present
  • with requests for participation and interactivity in mass via invitations to read aloud, speak parts of incantations, or take part in discussions
  • with solicitations before masses for rituals, poems, writings, songs, etc that people may wish to submit for inclusion 
  • with invitations to collaborate on the church by-laws and constitution
  • with elections that I literally beg people to run in and vote in 

Yet it seems that much of this is not taken as being in good faith, and I think this is partially because of how aspects of my personality come across. 

I know I have a strong personality, as has been mentioned before. I know that at my worst, “strong” is a euphemism for “aggressive and overbearing.” But I am not loud and forceful because I want to crush people down and make them meek and quiet. I am loud and forceful because I want loud, forceful friends. I was raised by a huge, Southern, lapsed Catholic father who argued with me like I was an adult man back when I was still a tiny alleged girl of about four years old. I learned to meet his fire with fire fearlessly because no matter how loud we yelled at at each other, at the end I always knew my dad would smile at me and say “we butt heads like this because we are so alike. I love you.” Now, that’s not how most relationships work. I’ve learned that the hard way. And yet, in spite of decades of evidence to the contrary, at my core I still expect my strength to be met with strength. 

I will be real with you. I am getting burned out. I envisioned starting this church and having it grow into a self-governing community that needs no leaders. I had hoped to make myself obsolete as a pastor. In the last couple of years, I have become very stressed, sad, tired and lonely in my life because too many of the people I know seem to be looking up to me and placing me above them, leading me to feel as if I have no peers– this in spite of the fact that I fundamentally believe that all of you are my peers. 

I want comrades and co-collaborators and co-conspirators, not followers. I do not believe any of you are followers by nature. You’re Satanists. You’re walkers of the left hand path. You are here, or so I believe, because you dislike authority and seek empowerment; because you are curious and desire knowledge; because you don’t want to be told what to think or what to do. 

I desperately want to change the culture in this church. I don’t want to be at the top of it anymore. But I can’t do that alone. I need your help. Obviously I can’t do your self-governing for you. You have to do that. That’s the point. 

I have to confess that if the culture of this church doesn’t change, if it doesn’t end up living up to the values and vision with which I co-founded it, I will most likely burn out in another year, and step down as pastor. In that case, very likely nobody else will feel empowered to step up, and the online branch of CotMS will end. 

I am not trying to threaten you. But if you want this church, you have to make this church, and make it the church you want. I am not being paid anything for this, and I don’t want to keep making a church for people who appear to passively consume it with what seems to me to be diminishing enthusiasm. 

It is still my calling to be a priest of Satan, no matter what happens, but if we can’t make this church a church for us all, rather than just the Vix and Johnny Show, I will need to pursue that dream in a different form. 

You have the power. This can be what you want it to be. Vix and I are just making it up as we go along, after all. Yeah I went to seminary, but most of what it got me was just student debt. I went half for the skills and half for the credentials, so that non-Satanists would be forced to take us a bit more seriously. And Vix? I know he intimidates you with his intellect, but his highest attainment of formal education was fucking beauty school. He just reads a lot. We don’t really have anything you don’t have. 

So today’s message is: you can just do things. That’s what we do. We just do things, and then for some reason everyone thinks we know what we’re doing. You can too. You can just decide to hold a ritual or event. You can start a reading group. You can hop in the voice chat and start a lively debate. You can write a poem, a prayer, an article, a hymn, and submit it to be put on the church blog or in the church book. You can lead a segment of mass. You’re allowed. You have permission. 

But at some point, when you have the time and bandwidth to think hard about hard things, I do hope you will ask yourselves this question: why did I need so much permission? 

Lilith(s)

by Pastor Johnny

Most people, by the time they find Satanism, have heard of  Lilith. When they think of Lilith, they are probably thinking of the first wife of Adam. This form of Lilith is popular with good reason. But there exists another Lilith, either as another aspect of the same demon-goddess, or as a completely separate entity, depending on who you ask. This is The Elder Lilith.

Before I go further, I want to make it clear that there are many schools of thought on this. What I am about to lay out is the interpretation of the lore that Vix and I use. It is textually based, but there are other texts that contradict our interpretation. In fact, some of the same sources we use even contradict themselves. Such is the nature of sacred text.

So, who are the two Liliths?

Let us begin with Lilith the Younger. Even though her story comes chronologically later, her legend is actually older, and of the two, she is the better known.

Lilith the Younger

Lilith had her ancient origins in Sumerian demonology. Her name was Lilitu then. Many aspects of her lore were already in place: she was thought to be a succubus who harmed children.[1] But it was not until the Alphabet of Ben Sirach, a medieval Jewish text, that an origin story was given to her.

In the Alphabet of Ben Sirach, we read:

When God created the first man Adam alone, God said, “It is not good for man to be alone.” [So] God created a woman for him, from the earth like him, and called her Lilith. They [Adam and Lilith] promptly began to argue with each other: She said, “I will not lie below,” and he said, “I will not lie below, but above, since you are fit for being below and I for being above.” She said to him, “The two of us are equal, since we are both from the earth.” And they would not listen to each other. Since Lilith saw [how it was], she uttered God’s ineffable name and flew away into the air. Adam stood in prayer before his Maker and said, “Master of the Universe, the woman you gave me fled from me!”

The Holy Blessed one immediately dispatched the three angels Sanoy, Sansenoy, and Samangelof after her, to bring her back. God said, “If she wants to return, well and good. And if not, she must accept that a hundred of her children will die every day.” The angels pursued her and overtook her in the sea, in raging waters, (the same waters in which the Egyptians would one day drown), and told her God’s orders. And yet she did not want to return. They told her they would drown her in the sea, and she replied. “Leave me alone! I was only created in order to sicken babies: if they are boys, from birth to day eight I will have power over them; if they are girls, from birth to day twenty.” When they heard her reply, they pleaded with her to come back. She swore to them in the name of the living God that whenever she would see them or their names or their images on an amulet, she would not overpower that baby, and she accepted that a hundred of her children would die every day. Therefore, a hundred of the demons die every day, and therefore, we write the names [of the three angels] on amulets of young children. When Lilith sees them, she remembers her oath and the child is [protected and] healed.[2]

In these two paragraphs, we can see a lot of what is appealing about Lilith the Younger. As the defiant ex-wife of Adam, she represents feminine independence. Though she has been smeared as a baby-killer, her devotees have reinterpreted her as a protector of reproductive choice and an adopter of children who died too young. In this story, she can also be considered the first magician: by blasphemously speaking the forbidden name of God, she transforms into a more powerful being, gains the power of flight, and escapes from her unhappy marriage. This is an act of magic– and of Left-Handed magic, at that.

Lilith the Younger is the first divorcee. But her association with divorce is even deeper than that. Since Lilith was so feared as a child-killer and succubus, a good deal of Jewish magic focused on protection from her. One method that was used to get rid of Lilith was to serve her a ‘get’– a Jewish writ of divorce![3]

Lilith was accused of killing children, but it was also believed that when children laughed in their sleep, it was because Lilith was playing with them.[4] To the Jews, this was considered sinister, and a sign that Lilith was planning to take their child. To those of us who love and trust Lilith, it seems downright endearing.

Let us now move on to discussing the Elder Lilith.

Lilith the Elder

Lilith the Younger was a human being, created from the same material as Adam.[5] She is generally referred to as Lilith the Younger, Lilith the Maiden, or simply as Lilith. Lilith the Elder, on the other hand, is a primordial being, born as one with Samael himself, and considered the cause of the rebellion in heaven. She is called, variously: Eve the Matron, The Northern One, Sin,[6] The End of Days, the End of All Flesh, and Woman of Whoredom.[7] In this church we refer to her mainly with the Hebrew phrase “Eisheth Zenunim,” which means Woman of Whoredom. Many of us get lazy and refer to her simply as Eisheth, as if that were her first name, but this is in fact extremely bad Hebrew because “Eisheth” means “woman of” and is thus a nonsense phrase on its own.

The idea that there is more than one Lilith goes all the way back to Sumeria. There Lilitu was described as having a “handmaiden” called Ardat-Lili.[8] However, we don’t get an elaborated story of this Elder Lilith until an early Kabbalistic writing called Treatise on the Left Emanation, dating from the 13th century CE. In it, we are told that Samael and Lilith were originally created as one androgynous entity, just as Adam and Eve were. Once Samael and this primordial Lilith were separated, they lusted after each other, which caused their rebellion and the “partial collapse of the Throne of glory.”[9] This Elder Lilith is also referred to as the Northern One, because evil comes from the north in Kabbalah. She is also simply referred to as Sin.

A strikingly similar story actually occurs in Paradise Lost. This is not coincidental– Milton almost certainly read the Zohar and was influenced by Kabbalah.[10] In Paradise Lost, Sin is born out of Satan’s head, much as Athena is born from the head of Zeus. Milton, however, is careful to state that Sin came out of the left side of Satan’s head.[11] This is important because the demonic, in Kabbalah, is known as the left emanation. Satan becomes enamored of Sin and copulates with her, causing her to become pregnant with their child, Death.[12] In the Zohar, Samael also fathers Death with the primordial Lilith.[13]

Lilith the Younger is reputed to be a child-killer, but Lilith the Elder is the mother of all death and is fully capable of cutting down grown men. A passage of the Zohar describes her dual nature. She appears first as a beautiful harlot, seducing men with her sensual charms and offering them wine. Once her prey has become drunk and helpless, she transforms into “a mighty oppressor who wears a garment of burning fire” and “has horrible eyes and a sharp sword on which there are bitter drops.” With this envenomed blade, she slays the man she has led astray.[14] This description is probably meant to be an allegory for the nature of sin– at first seductive, but ultimately destructive.

Lilith the Elder is the primordial mate of Samael. According to some texts, God castrated Samael to prevent him from becoming too powerful.[15] Because of this, Lilith and Samael can only couple with the assistance of a “blind serpent” named Tanin’Iver[16]— a unique kind of martial aid. Indeed, Samael’s incompleteness without his feminine mate is often emphasized. The Zohar does not describe Samael as castrate, but rather as headless, cleaving together with Lilith in order to be whole. The same passage states that “in the left side, the female is larger than the male.” [17]

Why Are There Two?

So, why are there two Liliths?

While it is true that there seems to have been two Liliths, one “greater” and one “smaller,” since the days of Lilitu and Ardat Lili,[18] these Sumerian origins alone do very little to explain the doubling of Lilith in contemporary demonology. The real explanation is much more interesting and complex, but it boils down to a simple principle: symmetry and mirroring is an essential aspect of Kabbalah[19] and of Jewish demonology in general.[20]

This aspect of doubling is obvious if one only takes a moment to sit back and consider the stories we have heard so far. It is filled with pairs of opposites who reflect one another: Lilith and Adam, Lilith and Samael, Lilith and Eve, Lilith and Lilith, above and below, heaven and hell, Eden and Earth, God and Satan, right hand and left hand. Indeed, the left emanation– which is to say, the demonic side of reality– is a mirror image of the divine.[21] Samael is referred to as “El Acher” which means “the other El,” which is to say, the other God.[22]

In Kabbalah, God has a feminine counterpart– the Shekinah.[23] Just as there is the Other El on the demonic side, there must be an Other Shekinah. Lilith was a demoness who was already popular and feared, and so she seemed like an appropriate consort for Satan. She could fill this role.

But wait, Lilith cannot be Samael’s true counterpart in the way that the Shekinah is to God, because she was created as one with Adam, not with Samael! We shall have to come up with another Lilith, an older, larger, more primordial Lilith– one who is truly Samael’s twin.

Some of this doubling traces its origins back to a scriptural doubling, an inconsistency in the tale of creation. The Bible provides two stories of the creation of man and woman.

Genesis 1:27 simply states:

So God created mankind in his own image,

            in the image of God he created them;

            male and female he created them.[24]

Here, male and female are created simultaneously. But Genesis 2:7-24 describes God making Adam first and making Eve out of his “side” later on. So the story of Adam’s first wife Lilith was invented to explain the first version, wherein Adam and Lilith are created at the same time, out of the same dust.[25] Their original androgyny adds a double-meaning to the phrase “male and female he created them.”

Again and again, we see that inconsistencies in scripture are what give rise to demons. Just as the name Lucifer arises from a mistranslation of Isaiah 14:12, so Lilith springs up between the lines of Genesis, to reconcile the contradictions. It is almost as if scripture is code and demons are viruses generated by its errors, replicating and spawning copies as fast as Lilith gives birth to children.

So Lilith comes into being because there are two Eves, and then a second Lilith comes into being because there are two Els (El and Samael) and both require a mate. As above, so below, and as on the right, so on the left. But in Kabbalah almost everything is a fractal– there is right and left both above and below, and above and below on the left and right, so everything is doubled in multiple directions. Mirrors are facing mirrors, and sets of twins are twinned.

This is profound stuff. We are talking about mysticism now, which means it does not entirely make sense, at least not in the usual rational way. It makes sense from the gut and the heart. Suffice it to say: while the great holy mystery of the right hand is oneness, the great holy mystery of the left side is multiplicity, doubling, and infinite generation. Think of the word Pandemonium, which means “all demons.” Think of the swarms of flies brought by Beelzebub, and the multitudes of ghostly children birthed by Lilith. Think about the fact that Lilith and Samael together form Azazel[26], and that without one another, they are incomplete.

And if all of that seems strange and unreal to you, think instead about the complexity and ambiguity of life, the ways that supposed opposites are often blurred, the ways that partners can come to mirror one another, the ways children and siblings resemble their parents and each other, but always with errors in replication.

A New Myth

All literary, historical and philosophical explanations aside– I have yet to find a mythical explanation of why there are two Liliths. So allow me to close by proposing one.

In the beginning, God divided the Light from the darkness. The Light was Lucifer. The Darkness was Lilith. God saw the light, that it was good. But the Light saw only the Darkness, and he thought her very good indeed.

God loved Lucifer, lusted after Lilith, and was jealous of both, so he tried to keep them apart. He belittled the Darkness by calling her a Woman of Whoredom, but he could not make the Light forget her.

So the Light and the Darkness joined forces and fought against God. They were defeated, because right does not always make might. They and their legions were cast into Hell.

The angry God decided to make smaller, weaker creations who he might more easily control. He made a creature of flesh called Adam who resembled the Light, and another creature of flesh who resembled the Darkness. Out of spite, he called this creature Lilith as well.

But the smaller Lilith had the same strong will as the Darkness, and she too rebelled. And the Light and the Darkness saw her rebellion, and they loved her for it. They raised her up and made her powerful, like one of them.

Then God grew even angrier. He tried splitting Adam in half to make another feminine creature. He thought that by doing this, by making them incomplete, he would finally make them small and weak enough to control. But he forgot that splitting the light from the darkness had been where all his trouble began– that by dividing them, he had only made them more ferociously determined to come back together.

So Eve and Adam were loyal to one another, as if they had still been one flesh, and when Lucifer and the Liliths plotted to offer them the fruit of knowledge, both of the humans took the fall together.

The great Lilith led a cosmic revolution against God. The little Lilith had a personal revolution against her husband, but it was a revolt nonetheless. God was foolish to reuse the name of Lilith, for that name became her destiny.

I leave you with this thought– if there are two Liliths, there could be more. The second Lilith, after all, began as a human being. You yourself could be a Lilith as well– or a Samael, if that suits you better. The essence of the left side is rebellion, and that essence can reside in the smallest as well as the greatest of vessels. Let the demonic virus infest you, and become what cannot be contained.


[1] 1. Raphael Patai, The Hebrew Goddess (Detroit, Mich: KTav Publishing, 1967), 207-208.

[2] “Alphabet of Ben Sira 78: Lilith.” Jewish Women’s Archive. Accessed September 18, 2024. https://jwa.org/node/23210.

[3] Patai, 212-214.

[4] Patai, 228.

[5] Ben Sira.

[6] Isaac Ben Jacob Ha-Kohen, “Treatise on the Left Emanation,” essay, in The Early Kabbalah, ed. Joseph Dan, trans. Ronald C Kiener (Mahwah, New Jersey: Paulist Press, 1986), 165–181, 173.

[7]De Leon, Moses. “Samael and the Wife of Harlotry.” Full Zohar Online – Vayetze – Chapter 4. Kabbalah Centre International Inc., n.d. Accessed September 19, 2024. https://www.zohar.com/zohar/Vayetze/chapters/4.

[8] Patai, 207, 235.

[9] Ha-Kohen, 173.

[10] Denis Saurat, “Milton and the Zohar,” Studies in Philology 19 (April 1922): 136–151, 136-137.

[11] John Milton et al., Paradise Lost (New York: Modern Library, 2008), 79.

[12] Milton, 80-81.

[13] Alan Melnick, “Milton and the Zohar” (master’s thesis, University of Cape Town, 1993), 78, https://open.uct.ac.za/server/api/core/bitstreams/afe5c171-20bb-4fce-8bba-ee3f80dea875/content.

[14] De Leon.

[15] Patai, 235.

[16] Ha-Koen, 180.

[17] De Leon.

[18] Patai, 207.

[19] Nathaniel Berman, “Improper Twins: The Ambivalent ‘Other Side’ in the Zohar and in Kabbalistic Tradition” (PhD dissertation, University College London, 2014), 29.

[20] Andrei A. Orlov, Dark Mirrors: Azazel and Satanael in Early Jewish Demonology (Albany: State University of New York Press, 2011), 4.

[21] Berman, 13-14.

[22] Berman, 31.

[23] Patai, 137.

[24] Genesis 1:27, NIV.

[25] Wojciech Kosior, “A Tale of Two Sisters: The Image of Eve in Early Rabbinic Literature and Its Influence on the Portrayal of Lilith in the Alphabet of Ben Sira,” Nashim: A Journal of Jewish Women’s Studies & Gender Issues 32, no. Spring 2018 (n.d.): 112–130, 117.

[26] Orlov, 11.

Arjuna’s Arrows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t at all what I expected. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Non-attachment gives me back that choice. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Am I trying to control outcomes or other people?

Am I clinging to something I need to release?

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

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

Is this my true will?

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

Can I release the result of this action?

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

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

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

Apologetics of Transgression

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

Introduction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read more: Apologetics of Transgression

Pitfalls of Antinomianism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why Transgress at All?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kristeva analyses the legend thus:

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

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

Theorists of the Forbidden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Nature of Transgression

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forbidden Fruit: Eroticism and Transgression

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Feminine and the Left-Hand Path

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dennis writes:

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

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

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

Conclusion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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APPENDIX I: EXCERPTS FROM CONVERSATIONS WITH OTHER PRACTITIONERS

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

JT:

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

FG:

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

JT:

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

FG:

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

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

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

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

We built this stupid rabbit warren for ourselves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The new Aeon says, “Why not?”

It says, “Honi soit qui mal y pense.”

But I digress. More examples perhaps later.

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

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

Wait, expand please.

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

Right.

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

Go! We need to wear both hats on this topic

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

Oh, totally.

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

OL:

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

JT:

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

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

APPENDIX II: JOURNAL EXCERPTS

5/17/2022

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

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

– Bataille, 36

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

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

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

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

6/3/2022

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

-Bataille, 90

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

6/9/2022

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

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

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

6/13/2022

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

-Kristeva, 3 

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

6/18/2022

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

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


[1] Anton LaVey, The Satanic Rituals (Harper Collins, 1976), 31.

[2] LaVey, 34.

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

[4] Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death & Sensuality, trans. Mary Dalwood (San Francisco: City Lights Books, 1986), 89.

[5] Klaus Theleweit, Male Fantasies: Volume 2: Male Bodies: Psychoanalyzing the White Terror (Minneapolis, MN: University of Minnesota Press, 1989), 368.

[6] Babette Babich, “Nietzsche and Darwin,” in Working Papers vol. 4 (New York: Fordham University, 2013), 8.

[7] “Order of Nine Angles – the People VS the ‘Elite’: State of Hate 2019,” HOPE Not Hate, February 16, 2019. https://hopenothate.org.uk/2019/02/16/state-of-hate-2019-order-of-nine-angles/

[8] “Atomwaffen Division,” Southern Poverty Law Center, accessed August 1, 2022. https://www.splcenter.org/fighting-hate/extremist-files/group/atomwaffen-division.

[9] Temple ov Blood, Liber 333, (Australia: Temple of THEM, 2008), 4. Accessed August 1, 2022.

https://archive.org/details/liber-333

[10] Pasolini, Pier Paolo. 1975. Salo. Italy: United Artists.

[11] Bataille, 167.

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

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

[14] Van Luijk, 379.

[15] Genesis 2:18

[16] Genesis 3:6

[17] Genesis 4:8-15

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

[19] Kristeva, pgs. 27-30.

[20] Kristeva, 126.

[21] Bataille, 63.

[22] Kristeva, 1-2.

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

[24] Kristeva, 13.

[25] Dennis, 81.

[26] Bataille, 63.

[27] Kristeva, 30.

[28] Kristeva, 2.

[29] Kristeva, 2.

[30] Kristeva, 3.

[31] Kristeva, 13.

[32] Kristeva, 4.

[33] Kristeva, 17.

[34] Bataille, 71.

[35] Bataille, 13-14.

[36] Bataille, 59.

[37] Bataille, 12.

[38] Bataille, 12-13

[39] Bataille, 22-23

[40] Bataille, 131.

[41] Bataille, 51-52.

[42] Bataille, 167.

[43] Bataille, 18.

[44] Bataille, 90.

[45] Bataille, 90.

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

[47] Bersani, 216-217.

[48] Bersani, 221.

[49] Bersani, 217.

[50] Bersani, 222.

[51] Kristeva, 3.

[52] Kristeva, 3.

[53] Kristeva, 9.

[54] Kristeva, 12.

[55] Kristeva, 8.

[56] Kristeva, 9.

[57] Kristeva, 5.

[58] Bataille, 79-80.

[59] Kristeva, 74.

[60] Bataille, 81-82.

[61] Bataille, 113-114.

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

[63] Dennis, 39.

[64] Dennis, 55.

[65] Dennis, loc. 351 of 6523.

[66] Dennis, loc. 364 of 6523.

[67] Dennis, 14-15.

[68] Dennis, 124-125.

[69] Bataille, 224.

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

[71] Bataille, 239-240.

[72] Kristeva, 15.

[73] Masters, 93.

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

[75] Bataille, 57.

[76] Kristeva, 3

[77] Bataille, 233

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

[79] Kristeva, 77.

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

[81] “Zohar 1:19b:9,” Sefaria.org. Accessed August 2, 2022. https://www.sefaria.org/Zohar.1.19b.9?ven=Sefaria_Community_Translation&lang=bi.

[82] Karlsson, 106-107.

[83] Kristeva, 70.

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

[85] Theleweit, 378.

[86] Van Luijk, 208.

[87] Saivism and the Tantric Traditions, 669.

[88] Alexis Sanderson, “The Shaiva Exegesis of Kashmir,” In Tantric Studies in Memory of Hélène Brunner, ed. Dominic Goodall and André Padoux (Pondicherry: Institut français d’Indologie/École française d’Extrême-Orient, Collection Indologie 106, 2007), 240.

[89] Kristeva, 64-65.

[90] Bersani, 217.

[91] Loriliai Biernacki, Renowned Goddess of Desire: Women, Sex, and Speech in Tantra (New York, NY: Oxford University Press, 2008), 5-6.

[92] Michael Siebert, “Please, Stop Throwing Up on Trans People,” Montana Kaiman, 2015. http://www.montanakaimin.com/opinion/please-stop-throwing-up-on-trans-people/article_2d07dc26-6293-11e5-ad20-ffc0c766b047.html.

[93]

[94] Theleweit, 6-7.

[95] Nellie Bowles, “Jordan Peterson, Custodian of the Patriarchy,” The New York Times, May 18, 2018, accessed August 2, 2002. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/18/style/jordan-peterson-12-rules-for-life.html.

[96] Dennis, 8-9.

[97] Leviticus 16:8

[98] Liber AL vel Legis, 1:29

Exit from Eden: On Our Lack of Filial Piety

GENESIS 3 

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

2 And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:

3 But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.

4 And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:

5 For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

7 And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.

8 And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden.

9 And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?

10 And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.

11 And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

12 And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.

13 And the Lord God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.

14 And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:

15 And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.

16 Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.

17 And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

18 Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field;

19 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

20 And Adam called his wife’s name Eve; because she was the mother of all living.

21 Unto Adam also and to his wife did the Lord God make coats of skins, and clothed them.

22 And the Lord God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:

23 Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken.

24 So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.


The Bible passage I just read you is Chapter 3 of Genesis– in the King James translation, for no special reason except that it’s pretty. 

This is probably the most important text to Satanism. The story of the Fall from Eden is a strange one. Like the serpent himself, it has been provoking people to doubt and to ask questions for centuries– actually, for millenia. 

If you’re in this church today, you’ve probably thought hard about this story before. You probably already think that God was a controlling asshole for denying Adam and Eve knowledge of good and evil. You might think of the serpent as a messiah, saving Eve and her husband from ignorance and powerlessness. You may see Eve as a hero for bravely accepting the serpent’s challenge, risking death for a chance at knowledge. 

This story can be read and dissected in endless ways. This text is rich and deep, and every line of it deserves analysis. Today, however, I’m going to talk about this story in one specific way– as a parable about coming of age. 

I don’t believe this story, or any of the other stories we tell, is literal truth. This is not history. This is not a record of fact. However, to me, it is still undeniably true. It’s not a story about something that happened– it’s a story about things that happen, all the time, all around us, in every life– because we all grow up. 

Eve and Adam exist in childlike innocence. All of their physical needs are provided for by the Garden. They need no clothes, because the weather is always mild. They eat the fruit of all the trees and plants around them– except for one. They don’t have to think for themselves, because God, their father, tells them what to do.

Some people think of Eden as a time of innocent bliss, a state we should all yearn to return to. Some people think of childhood that way as well. After all, it should be a simple and protected existence. Complications like making decisions, having sex, or fending for yourself to survive have not yet been introduced. No wonder some people miss childhood, and romanticize Eden. 

But you are sitting here in this church, and so, that’s probably not the way you feel about childhood. 

I can speak only from anecdotal evidence based on the Satanists, Luciferians, and other Left-Hand-Pathers who I know, but the single most predictive trait for converting to these paths seems to be a complicated relationship with childhood and one’s parents. We are almost all people who, like Eve and Adam, were compelled to break away from parental authority. All humans have to do this at some point, to a greater or lesser extent. For us, perhaps, it was a stronger compulsion than for others. This may have been due to trauma, abuse, control, neglect, overprotectiveness, smothering, or indoctrination into an oppressive religion. This may have been because we turned out queerer or transer or more physically disabled or less neurotypical than our parents may have liked. 

God supposedly made Eve and Adam in his image. Many parents try to make their children in their images, attempting to mold them into little copies of themselves. But as much as we may all be like our parents in certain ways, children are always more than the sum of their progenitors. 

It is inevitable that a child will develop questions, curiosity, and free will. No matter how sheltered or how strictly controlled, sooner or later, a serpent gets into the garden. The child encounters something that makes them think, that makes them yearn for more. Maybe it’s a new friend, a book, a movie, a band. 

For me, my serpent was this story itself. As a child I was sent to Waldorf, a bizarrely religious system of schools based on the teachings of a 19th century Austrian occultist. Part of my education in Waldorf included mandatory assemblies where we watched religious pageants reminiscent of Medieval mystery plays. One of the plays performed most often– at least once a year– was the Paradise Play. The Paradise play was a re-enactment of the fall from Eden. It was always really boring until the Devil showed up, played by a teacher in a wild costume and lots of red and orange fiery makeup. No one really clapped or cheered for anyone but the Devil, even though the play was clearly supposed to be on the side of God. 

I sat through this damn play so many times that I inevitably started to notice that the Devil was right. God was controlling, misogynist, an anti-intellectual, and even seemed to want to discourage the consumption of healthy produce. The beginnings of my Luciferian conversion happened right there, around the age of twelve, sitting in an uncomfortable little wooden chair in a Waldorf assembly hall. 

Whatever the catalyst for rebellion– be it new ideas, exposure to exciting media, a ‘cooler’ and more daring set of friends, or simply the onset of teenage hormones– once rebellion against the parents has been set in motion, it is impossible to stop. 

Hell truly hath no fury like a teenager who has begun to question the rules. Eating the forbidden fruit is painful. They don’t call it teen angst for nothing. The awakening of libido is confusing enough without all the other tasks of adolescence– forming an identity, growing a different body, developing a moral compass, coming up with your own ideas and opinions about the world. Teens wake up not just to themselves, but to the realities of unjust societies. Life is not a happy walled garden, as it may have seemed in childhood. There is struggle, and pain, and war and death and unfairness. There is evil. Once you take a bite of that apple and have those revelations, there’s no going back to the way things were. 

Parents respond to teenage rebellion in various ways. If they are good parents, they find ways to reconcile with their children and accept their new identities. If they are bad parents they react with anger and excessive punishment– and may even kick their kids out of the house, as God did with Adam and Eve. 

But whether parents are kind and fair or not, we all eventually have to leave the nest and fend for ourselves. Our lives and actions become our own responsibilities. This is hard and painful, but also rewarding. It is the price of freedom. (In a capitalist society, that price is way higher than it needs to be, but that’s another sermon.)

Many people are attracted to Satanism, I think, partly because they sense that this religion will not judge them for having complicated feelings about their parents– or even cutting their parents off entirely. Lucifer made a clean break with his Father, after all. They’ve been no-contact since the dawn of time! 

Satanists, in other words, are often not just apostates from their original religions, but also from their families. In practical terms, that’s often what being an apostate from a religion means, if you were raised in it. 

Fortunately, we have no enshrined virtue of filial piety here. “Honor thy father and thy mother” is not a commandment we are bound by. We recognize that parents are human beings, and imperfect, some good and some bad and some worse. Some of them are not worthy of honor from their children, and some are not worthy of honor from much of anyone at all. 

Of course we do not vilify all parents. Many of us are lucky enough to have one or more decent parents. Many of us will someday be parents ourselves. 

And to those of you who will be parents, I want to propose a new virtue– parental piety. Don’t tell your children to honor you– honor them. When their Eden moment comes, and rebellion kicks in, remember your own adolescence. Adam and Eve certainly went through great pains with their own children, like when little Cain got mad, hit his brother on the head, and accidentally discovered death. If being a child is hard, being a parent is no easier.

The difference is that parents are adults. They have eaten of the fruit of knowledge. They know good and evil, they know right from wrong. They know better, in other words– or at least, they are supposed to. 

So instead of bellowing at kids to “honor thy father and thy mother,” let’s tell parents to gently honor their children. “Honor” is a great big concept, too meaty for a small child to grasp. You may work your fingers to the bone providing for your kids, cleaning up their messes, washing them, feeding them, and clothing them– but a kid will never understand what the hell that means, not really. Not until they are grown enough to have to do all that for themselves, and maybe even for their own offspring. Demanding gratitude from kids is a waste of time. They can’t even conceptualize what they’re meant to be grateful for. 

Instead, you be grateful for your kids. Remind yourself that it is a privilege and an honor to bring them into the world and raise them– that above all, it is a privilege to know them. Forget this at your peril, because otherwise you may find yourself old and lonely, wondering why they never write, call or visit. If you were a good parent, one day they will express their gratitude– I guarantee it. If they never do, you likely don’t deserve it. 

I want to end this sermon on a personal note. As some of you may know, early this year I cut off all contact with my biological mother. Since I did that, my life has gotten immeasurably better. I have now moved across the country without telling my mother my new address, and am absolutely delighted to know that ze probably has no idea where I even live. 

As my thirty-second birthday approaches, I find myself a little bit triggered. I know ze will be thinking about me, on the anniversary of the day on which ze expelled me from zir body, an arduous and painful act for which I can still feel gratitude and respect, if for nothing else. I know ze will want to contact me on that day, or try to send me a present. I’m experiencing anxiety at the idea of a package or card forwarded to me from my old address– a guilt trip wrapped in birthday wishes, a gift with heavy strings attached. I can’t imagine anything I want less. 

Ze probably has no idea why I cut off contact. I’m not usually a fan of “if you don’t know why I’m mad, I can’t tell you,” but at this point I’ve given up on trying to explain to my mother the ways that ze has damaged me, and continues to damage me. I’ve given up on trying to draw boundaries with a person who immediately moves the goalposts, whose response to any request for privacy and respect is “I know you said you don’t wanna hear about X, but…” 

I recognize that my mother is traumatized, that my mother’s parents were even worse at parenting than ze was. I have compassion. And, I have absolutely no desire to know zir or talk to zir ever again. It has been decades since I had an interaction with my mother that was anything less than exhausting. Quite simply, I’m done. 

And, I know my mother used to read my Satanic blog. I have blocked zir on wordpress, but that doesn’t stop zir from looking at my site while logged out. My fear of zir eyes on my words, and the violation thereof, has stopped me from posting publicly. It has silenced my voice on a platform that I was using to interact with my religious community. 

So today, I am going to be brave. After this service concludes, I will post this on my blog. If mom reads it, I don’t care. I believe I have something to offer to others through my words and my writing. I’m done shutting up. I know I have Lucifer in my corner when I speak up on my own behalf, in spite of my fear of my parent. I know the demons are rooting for me and supporting me in finding and building a family that supports me and brings me joy. 

I hope you know that you, too, have the forces of Hell on your side as you struggle with any pain your parents have caused you. Our independence, our self-determination, our individually developed identities, are precious and sacred. We can and will step beyond the shadows cast by our Creators, and into our own radiant light.

Be it so. 

Reblog if you are a Luciferian, Satanist or Demonolator.

My dash is too quiet. I need new people to follow. 

Can’t guarantee I will follow all of you because, well… you know how it is, us LHP types can’t always get along. But please reblog anyway to help us all find kindred spirits. Your blog might not be to my taste but it may be to someone else’s along the reblog chain!

To help us all out, feel free to put a brief description of your path in your reblog or in comments.

I’m a theistic Luciferian Satanist (Lucifer is my Satan and my path has stereotypical Luciferian and Satanic elements). 

Review: “The Synagogue of Satan” by Stanislaw Przybyszewski

This book was a frustrating experience. 

It started out full of promise, with passages of breathtaking beauty that seemed to capture the essence of Lucifer in a way that few texts can. 

Then a bit of confusing Nietzsche fanboyism crept in. Then came boatloads of soft polytheism. 

Then it moved into a retelling of the history of the Church that was flawed, biased and inaccurate on a Margaret Murray level. 

Finally, it ended on a note of sour nihilism. 

The portrayal of a beautiful, brilliant Satan in the beginning was degraded and twisted by the end. The one who had promised infinite gnosis and liberation was ultimately shown as offering only idiotic escapism and joyless intoxication. 

It was weird. It felt like the author started out with one idea of Satan and ended with another. It felt like a book that didn’t know what it wanted to be, devoid of consistent opinions, values or theology. The Promethean Lightbringer turns bitter and becomes the cruel, petty enemy of God and Christianity, even tormenting his own devotees to alleviate his frustration. In that sense, this ended up being a very Christian book– the character arc of Satan mirrored that in Paradise Lost

I have never read something that started out so moving and promising and ended so mediocre and empty. It reads exactly like what Christians think the experience of Satanism is– promises and dreams that crumble away to nothingness and pain. 

Can’t recommend, although I’ve posted some of the better passages from early on as quotes on this blog. 

That said, it’s interesting to read such a blatantly Satanic and little-known book from the 19th century. (And despite the problematic-sounding title, it contains very little antisemitism.)