I hate your stupid dogmas!
Look around you. Haven't you noticed how dreadfully wrong everything is? No one seems to be happy about being alive. You're a miracle of nature, the most beautiful thing you'll ever find, but you seem to be unhappy for no reason. That's reality. That's your reason.
Reality, from a Nietzsche-influenced perspective, is something we agreed to be real, in order to have a common ground that has allowed our race to subsist. But we forgot that reality is something we can sew and unsew every single night. We take so many things for granted, we take axioms and premises like sleeping pills. Think of Liz Taylor: see how she's choking on white pills and washing them down with martinis? That's how bad our compulsion for dogma is.
Ok, the rules we've stablished in order to determine "reality" allowed us to survive to a certain extent. Some of you don't live. There's a thin difference between "surviving" and living.
There's an even thicker demographic density. We reproduce and reproduce and reproduce, yet the land doesn't grow any bigger. We're stuck in this world like sardines in a can. I ask you: of all these, who are entitled to LIVE instead of surviving? I can even hear that little voice in your head saying "the strong will prevail". Follow that voice, that's your guardian devil. People tend to live a lot more. I don't really agree: they die at an elder age... but some of them are dead inside their shell.
To answer this rhetorical question: the only ones who deserve to live are the ones that want to live. Ascetism, dogma and submission to any ideals beyond ours are just death wishes.
I abhor the wanton Satanist that keeps talking about death and destruction and surrounds himself with thanatological paraphernalia. I don't find death and decay shocking, it's just one of those things you have to deal with. But I try to stay away from people that find death more interesting than Life. In most of the cases, the fetishist fixation for it is just guilt and fear finding relief and redemption in the symbolic demise of one's self. It's just as stupid as wearing inverted crosses - come on, we owe a lot to early Pagan cultures... these people were some hairy bastards who knew how to party. As "exciting" as thanatology might be, lest we never forget that death offices are for us, the living, to honor the memory of those who die. We don't celebrate death, we celebrate our life and the afterlife of the death in our memory and his or her deeds.
There is no redemption in death aside of dying to let other people live and let the Earth feed of our organic goods. If you want to die, then you deserve to die. Some of us still find this world (regardless of how dull our Christian, Neo-Liberal, guilt-ridden institutions are trying to make it) exciting, full of pleasures and interesting people...
... well... a FEW interesting people, yet worth to know. See, when you're dead is kind of hard to meet people.
Honor your life by LIVING IT. Don't let anyone to fill your cup with guilt and repression. Dr. LaVey said that Life is the great indulgence and Death, the great abstinence. Some people think they've reached a certain level of illumination, so carnal life has no meaning. I say: maybe, just MAYBE, enlightment comes in the shape of an orgasm, a hearty meal, a good cup of sake, a great song. How are you supposed to reach this so-called illumination if you chose to be an undead? Shit, at least Vampires and Zombies and Werewolves and Ghosts are reflections of our innermost carnal desires. Fakirs and holy-guacamole martyrs died long before they could actualy experience the Light. If there's any, it will come through our senses.
So fuck dogmas. Wash the redeeming blood from my shirt, would you?
In the meantime, here's a little ritual for you.
******THE WASH AND WEAR CONSCIENCE RITUAL******
The intention of this ritual is to cleanse your mind from all the unhealthy and stupid programs some institutions have written within your brain. You can do it, even if you follow the White Light Path (no spirits were harmed in the realization of this ritual). Remember that rituals, aside (and more than) alligning us with certain forces, offer the chance to de-compress from preconception and allow our Inner Self (ego, soul, pneuma, ki, the lil' boy inside us...) to operate in ways we consciously can't. Although this ritual can be performed in solitude, it is strongly encouraged to peform it with some good company. Also remember that good (not white or black) magick comes from the warlock/witch, not from other deities and spirits.
MATERIALS:
- A gong. Even a bell will do, but try to use a deep-resonating one.
- An elixir. Any good beverage will do. Although it is common to use alcohol, the use of juices, herbal infussions and coffee drinks will work too. Remember: be wise... if you're gonna drive, don't drink alcohol or psycho-active herbal infussions.
- Something to eat. I'd strongly suggest this recipe:
Take some good and firm Mozarella cheese and cut it into 1 in. squares and put in the freezer for a couple of hours. Make some nice coconut milk (1 cup) and fried flour (take 1 cup of wheat flour to a hot pan until it's golden and has a nice, warm, breadlike smell) batter. Add salt, pepper and spice to taste (nutmeg, chili, cumin and cardamom are good choices... you can try different combinations). Take the cheese out of the freezer, dip it in the batter and fry in a few cups of sunflower oil (it must be really hot, yet not smoking). When it's golden, take out and put over some absorbing paper. Serve with toothpicks to pick and dip on a sweet sauce: (for instance: half a cup mango or apple juice, half a cup orange juice, half a cup chardonnay, roasted peppers, cashews, salt and pepper to taste. Put the apple or mango juice first on mid temperature wok, let it reduce... then add the orange juice and let it reduce as well. Add the wine, the peppers in brunoisse and the crushed cashews. Add the sugar and let it on the stove until it gets a syrup-like texture).
- Cinnamon incense sticks.
- A table and as many seats as people you have for the ritual.
- As many candles as needed. Depending on your affiliations, the colors of these candles may vary. Although, let's face it: black, purple and red candles are more suited for this ritual.
- Music. Angry, martial, pounding music for the first part of the ritual (Rammstein's a good choice). and soothing, sensual, sexy music for the end of it (I'd go for La Floa Maldita here... but the "sexy" definition may vary).
The ritual starts with all the performers around the table, sit in their chairs. The Gong is rung nine times by the officing Priest or Priestess (or both, in unison). The Incense is lit. The proper invocations are made, the elixir is shared by the congregation in a toast. )
"He, who denies the flesh
and advocates for the self-destruction
is the real enemy"
(if performed in a group, the others shall repeat after every line is read)
"He, who denies the Humanity
as a means to remain pure
is my enemy"
"He, who immolates himself in life
and looks at us with desdain
is the real fiend"
(the following lines must be vibrated with growing passion)
"I will scream his names at the bleeding top of my lungs!
I will wrap his false halo around his feeble neck!
I will drag him by his drapes so everyone sees the wretch he is!
So everyone smells the hypocrisy in his acts!
The venom in his thoughts!
For you, the Living Dead,
the absent of Life's cornucupia,
the vinegar in the glass of the world
are my mortal foe!
And I shall not rest
until you, the sanctimonious liars,
the ship of fools
and all of your kind
are vanished!
Through reason or force!
Through wine and iron!
I shall not rest!
(at this point, everyone should scream at the top of their lungs in sheer indignation and disgust. Once some exhaustion levels arise, the Priest/Priestess reads, in soothing voice. Repetition from the congregation is optional at this point)
"My heart is fertile again,
and free from the poison
my enemy fed me.
I shall only live
to please my body,
to please my mind.
My heart is fertile and open
in virginal expectation
to quiet sunsets
and vibrant sundawns"
(The Priest/Priestess says "So it is done" and the congregation answers likewise. The Gong is rung nine times. More elixir is served and people get ready to eat and have fun).
So this is it. Enjoy.
Y.I.S.
Rev. Jakob Koshkat.
Reality, from a Nietzsche-influenced perspective, is something we agreed to be real, in order to have a common ground that has allowed our race to subsist. But we forgot that reality is something we can sew and unsew every single night. We take so many things for granted, we take axioms and premises like sleeping pills. Think of Liz Taylor: see how she's choking on white pills and washing them down with martinis? That's how bad our compulsion for dogma is.
Ok, the rules we've stablished in order to determine "reality" allowed us to survive to a certain extent. Some of you don't live. There's a thin difference between "surviving" and living.
There's an even thicker demographic density. We reproduce and reproduce and reproduce, yet the land doesn't grow any bigger. We're stuck in this world like sardines in a can. I ask you: of all these, who are entitled to LIVE instead of surviving? I can even hear that little voice in your head saying "the strong will prevail". Follow that voice, that's your guardian devil. People tend to live a lot more. I don't really agree: they die at an elder age... but some of them are dead inside their shell.
To answer this rhetorical question: the only ones who deserve to live are the ones that want to live. Ascetism, dogma and submission to any ideals beyond ours are just death wishes.
I abhor the wanton Satanist that keeps talking about death and destruction and surrounds himself with thanatological paraphernalia. I don't find death and decay shocking, it's just one of those things you have to deal with. But I try to stay away from people that find death more interesting than Life. In most of the cases, the fetishist fixation for it is just guilt and fear finding relief and redemption in the symbolic demise of one's self. It's just as stupid as wearing inverted crosses - come on, we owe a lot to early Pagan cultures... these people were some hairy bastards who knew how to party. As "exciting" as thanatology might be, lest we never forget that death offices are for us, the living, to honor the memory of those who die. We don't celebrate death, we celebrate our life and the afterlife of the death in our memory and his or her deeds.
There is no redemption in death aside of dying to let other people live and let the Earth feed of our organic goods. If you want to die, then you deserve to die. Some of us still find this world (regardless of how dull our Christian, Neo-Liberal, guilt-ridden institutions are trying to make it) exciting, full of pleasures and interesting people...
... well... a FEW interesting people, yet worth to know. See, when you're dead is kind of hard to meet people.
Honor your life by LIVING IT. Don't let anyone to fill your cup with guilt and repression. Dr. LaVey said that Life is the great indulgence and Death, the great abstinence. Some people think they've reached a certain level of illumination, so carnal life has no meaning. I say: maybe, just MAYBE, enlightment comes in the shape of an orgasm, a hearty meal, a good cup of sake, a great song. How are you supposed to reach this so-called illumination if you chose to be an undead? Shit, at least Vampires and Zombies and Werewolves and Ghosts are reflections of our innermost carnal desires. Fakirs and holy-guacamole martyrs died long before they could actualy experience the Light. If there's any, it will come through our senses.
So fuck dogmas. Wash the redeeming blood from my shirt, would you?
In the meantime, here's a little ritual for you.
******THE WASH AND WEAR CONSCIENCE RITUAL******
The intention of this ritual is to cleanse your mind from all the unhealthy and stupid programs some institutions have written within your brain. You can do it, even if you follow the White Light Path (no spirits were harmed in the realization of this ritual). Remember that rituals, aside (and more than) alligning us with certain forces, offer the chance to de-compress from preconception and allow our Inner Self (ego, soul, pneuma, ki, the lil' boy inside us...) to operate in ways we consciously can't. Although this ritual can be performed in solitude, it is strongly encouraged to peform it with some good company. Also remember that good (not white or black) magick comes from the warlock/witch, not from other deities and spirits.
MATERIALS:
- A gong. Even a bell will do, but try to use a deep-resonating one.
- An elixir. Any good beverage will do. Although it is common to use alcohol, the use of juices, herbal infussions and coffee drinks will work too. Remember: be wise... if you're gonna drive, don't drink alcohol or psycho-active herbal infussions.
- Something to eat. I'd strongly suggest this recipe:
Take some good and firm Mozarella cheese and cut it into 1 in. squares and put in the freezer for a couple of hours. Make some nice coconut milk (1 cup) and fried flour (take 1 cup of wheat flour to a hot pan until it's golden and has a nice, warm, breadlike smell) batter. Add salt, pepper and spice to taste (nutmeg, chili, cumin and cardamom are good choices... you can try different combinations). Take the cheese out of the freezer, dip it in the batter and fry in a few cups of sunflower oil (it must be really hot, yet not smoking). When it's golden, take out and put over some absorbing paper. Serve with toothpicks to pick and dip on a sweet sauce: (for instance: half a cup mango or apple juice, half a cup orange juice, half a cup chardonnay, roasted peppers, cashews, salt and pepper to taste. Put the apple or mango juice first on mid temperature wok, let it reduce... then add the orange juice and let it reduce as well. Add the wine, the peppers in brunoisse and the crushed cashews. Add the sugar and let it on the stove until it gets a syrup-like texture).
- Cinnamon incense sticks.
- A table and as many seats as people you have for the ritual.
- As many candles as needed. Depending on your affiliations, the colors of these candles may vary. Although, let's face it: black, purple and red candles are more suited for this ritual.
- Music. Angry, martial, pounding music for the first part of the ritual (Rammstein's a good choice). and soothing, sensual, sexy music for the end of it (I'd go for La Floa Maldita here... but the "sexy" definition may vary).
The ritual starts with all the performers around the table, sit in their chairs. The Gong is rung nine times by the officing Priest or Priestess (or both, in unison). The Incense is lit. The proper invocations are made, the elixir is shared by the congregation in a toast. )
"He, who denies the flesh
and advocates for the self-destruction
is the real enemy"
(if performed in a group, the others shall repeat after every line is read)
"He, who denies the Humanity
as a means to remain pure
is my enemy"
"He, who immolates himself in life
and looks at us with desdain
is the real fiend"
(the following lines must be vibrated with growing passion)
"I will scream his names at the bleeding top of my lungs!
I will wrap his false halo around his feeble neck!
I will drag him by his drapes so everyone sees the wretch he is!
So everyone smells the hypocrisy in his acts!
The venom in his thoughts!
For you, the Living Dead,
the absent of Life's cornucupia,
the vinegar in the glass of the world
are my mortal foe!
And I shall not rest
until you, the sanctimonious liars,
the ship of fools
and all of your kind
are vanished!
Through reason or force!
Through wine and iron!
I shall not rest!
(at this point, everyone should scream at the top of their lungs in sheer indignation and disgust. Once some exhaustion levels arise, the Priest/Priestess reads, in soothing voice. Repetition from the congregation is optional at this point)
"My heart is fertile again,
and free from the poison
my enemy fed me.
I shall only live
to please my body,
to please my mind.
My heart is fertile and open
in virginal expectation
to quiet sunsets
and vibrant sundawns"
(The Priest/Priestess says "So it is done" and the congregation answers likewise. The Gong is rung nine times. More elixir is served and people get ready to eat and have fun).
So this is it. Enjoy.
Y.I.S.
Rev. Jakob Koshkat.
yummyy.. I will defenetely try the recipe.
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