To Err Is Human

by Jake Block
Once in a while, you can find little snippets of the past that you thought were long lost, looking through personal documents.  This happened to me yesterday, while looking for an old military form that had some information I needed.  There it was, for some reason, wedged in between my paperwork of my Serviceman’s Group Life Insurance policy and my orders promoting me to Staff Sergeant.  I smiled, because I haven’t seen it in decades.  A single, type-witten page (PCs were still years away), it was one of the first things I ever wrote for The Church of Satan, way back in about 1974.  My apologies for the writing… I think after decades and many, many words and rewrites, I might have gotten a bit better at it.
“To Err is Human
Recently, while shopping at a well-known center, congested with shoving Christmas shoppers and squalling children, I wandered into a plaster-craft store to browse.  Inside were the usual craft kits, religious plaques and paints, along with  an assortment of typical shoppers who seemed to lift each item up for a closer inspection.
I roamed the aisles, aimlessly threading my way through the few people who were in the shop, thankful for this brief respite from the throng outside.  My thoughts were my own, and the moments passed quickly until I found myself glancing at a small plaque.  On the plaque were the words, “TO ERR IS HUMAN … TO FORGIVE IS NOT MY POLICY.”
I picked up the plaque and smiled, for it had struck to the core of my personal philosophy.  My personal revulsion for the creeds of forgiveness were summed up on that small plaque, and it pleased me that it was there for all the world to see.  A reminder that “forgive and forget” is not the motto of all, and there were still some men in this world of sheep who dared to cry out for vengeance and justice for the errors and transgressions of others.
We, as Satanists, are bound to the earth by our own choosing.  We, the masters, make no concessions as we stand our ground against the sea of self righteous adversaries who would love to see us fall.  They tell us that WE are misguided and that they, in their mercy, forgive us, but what are we forgiven for?  We have done nothing, save the sin (to them) of pride.  We have pride in ourselves and refuse to accept the forgiveness of man or god, for we know we are right.
Perhaps one day the rest of the world will forsake the paths of righteousness and pursue their self-satisfaction.  Then, forgiveness will become as foreign and archaic as the chastity belt.  Mankind will be forced to accept responsibility for his own actions, and when unable to accept forgiveness an unseen and uncaring god, will be forced to use common sense, for a welcomed change.  Until such time as mankind forsakes his creed of divine forgiveness, beware MY creed.  “To err is human … To forgive is not my policy.”

The Chest-Beaters


by Thomas LeRoy
“I walked the path to the left!” said a man, beating his chest, in the village square. “I know all there is to know of it’s ups and downs, it’s hills and valleys, its crags and meadows.”
Another man stood and he, too, beat his chest proclaiming, “I have faced the demons on the path! I have conquered them and have made them my slaves!”
And still another. “Lo, I have trekked where no man has trekked before! I have seen sights that would melt the eyes of most men!”
And another.”I have tasted the spices of Hell, and have drunk the mead of Hades! Cerberus, I have made my pet, and Kali my lover! Satan and Shiva have bowed down before me for I am divine! I am my own God!”
“Excuse me,” said the Individual, raising his hand.
But the others kept pounding their chests, trying to out-do one another in volume and bombast.
“Excuse me!”
The square went quiet for a moment.
“I have a question,” said the Individual. “If you all had been on the path, and have found your divinity, then why are you still here in the village?”
Posted in Uncategorized

The Chest-Beaters


by Thomas LeRoy
“I walked the path to the left!” said a man, beating his chest, in the village square. “I know all there is to know of it’s ups and downs, it’s hills and valleys, its crags and meadows.”
Another man stood and he, too, beat his chest proclaiming, “I have faced the demons on the path! I have conquered them and have made them my slaves!”
And still another. “Lo, I have trekked where no man has trekked before! I have seen sights that would melt the eyes of most men!”
And another.”I have tasted the spices of Hell, and have drunk the mead of Hades! Cerberus, I have made my pet, and Kali my lover! Satan and Shiva have bowed down before me for I am divine! I am my own God!”
“Excuse me,” said the Individual, raising his hand.
But the others kept pounding their chests, trying to out-do one another in volume and bombast.
“Excuse me!”
The square went quiet for a moment.
“I have a question,” said the Individual. “If you all had been on the path, and have found your divinity, then why are you still here in the village?”
Posted in Uncategorized

The Promise

 

     The Promise

           By Thomas LeRoy

              A work of fiction

 box2
The boy gazed out the arched window and listened as the call to prayer echoed off the walls and minarets in the haze of a fiery sunset. He hated the Muslims, but he found that haunting song strangely beautiful. “Why aren’t you going to prayer, Yusef?” said the boy as he lay on his stomach, a servant dressing the lash marks on his back. Yusef the man-servant shrugged. “I think Allah will forgive me this just once. Besides, your wounds need care, young master.” The boy flinched as Yusef gently applied a healing ointment. “My brother may not mind getting buggered by the sultan, but I will never willingly give in,” said the boy. Yusef sighed.  “And you will continue to be lashed.” The servant set the ointment jar on a table.  “There, I am done. I think you will live.” The boy pushed himself up into a sitting position as Yusef handed him a fresh tunic. “I am a prince,” the boy said as he dressed. “A prince does not succumb to the whims of a twisted old man.” “But your brother has,” said Yusef. “And he is a prince.” “Radu is no prince. More like a princess.” Yusef chuckled. The boy stared at him. “Forgive me, young master,” said the servant as he placed his hand over his heart and gave a slight bow. “Oh, I almost forgot. I bought something for you today at the bazaar.” Yusef went to a leather bag hanging from a peg on the wall, reached in, and pulled out an item. “Here, I thought you might find it entertaining. It’s a puzzle-box.” The boy took the box and studied it. It was metallic, with strange etchings upon it’s surface. This was an early example of a puzzle-box that would be perfected three centuries later by Philip Lemarchand, a French maker of mechanical birds. LeMarchand would construct more than 270 of his puzzle-boxes before vanishing off the face of the earth. “How does it work?” said the boy. Yusef shrugged. “I know not.” The boy set the puzzle-box on his cot. “I will rest now,” he said. “Find your leave.” Yusef bowed again. “Very good, young master.”   The boy was restless as he lay on his stomach, pillows propped up under his chin. He knew someday he would leave this heathen hell-hole and return home to his father. But until then, he had to survive. He sat up, and lit an oil-lamp hanging beside the bed. He looked about for the puzzle-box among the blankets. Finding it, he again examined its craftsmanship. It was a thing of beauty. He scratched his head, then went to work on trying to figure out its “puzzle”. The concept of time became lost to the boy as he spent hours obsessing over the box. Then, out of pure luck he heard a “click” and the top third of the puzzle-box began to rotate counter-clockwise on its own. And as it did, a tinkling of bells could be heard. When it stopped, the bottom third began to rotate clockwise. And what was originally light bells, now began to sound like the church bells of the boy’s homeland. But the sound did not come from the box, but from somewhere else, far away, yet very near. “Who could have made such a thing?” whispered the boy. Now, if he had inquired as to the origins of the strange little device at the bazaar, he would have learned that it had been created by a heterodox sect of Muslims back in the 9th century. This small band of heretics revered the book called the Al Azif, written in the 8th century by the “Mad Arab” Abdul Alhazred. During that age the Azif gained considerable, though surreptitious, circulation among the practitioners of the arcane arts. Then, in 950, it was translated into Greek by Theodorus Philetas and given the title The Necronomicon. He set the puzzle-box on the table and watched. As the top of the box slowly opened, the walls of his chamber began to grow faint, as if they were dissolving, and the flame from the oil lamp flared. But the boy paid little heed to these things. His eyes were fixed on the box. The sound of bells tolled one last time, the oil lamp went out, and the chamber was cloaked in a blackness darker than he had ever known. The darkness was stifling and he could feel a pressure, as though he were at the bottom of a deep lake. There was a strange scent in the air, like sweet spices. Then came a voice. And a soft blue glow from behind. He turned, and where the wall beside his bed should have been, was now an open void, and standing before him was a creature the likes of which his young eyes had never beheld. The boy jumped to his feet. “I have come,” said the creature. And its black lips smiled. The being before him was a man, or may have been at one time. How it could be speaking, or even breathing, was beyond the boy’s imagination. It had iron stakes shoved through its leather-clad  body, one going from the right hip up through the left shoulder, another going left to right through the rib-cage, and the third up through the anus and out the top of its bald, blue/white head, the stakes connected to one another by heavy black chains. “Do you know what you have done, boy?” said the being in a soft voice, speaking a language that was neither Turkish, nor his native Romanian, yet he somehow understood it. The boy, eyes wide, shook his head. “You have called upon me, and I have come. Now we shall leave.” “Where?” muttered the boy. “Where? Where?” The being laughed. “We go to a land of green fields, and open meadows with flowers as far as the eye can see!” The sound of its laughter boomed. It consumed the boy. He covered his ears. “Be gone!” the boy yelled. “I shall, but not without you.” “I will not go with you!” the boy said, his voice cracking, is heart racing. “Ah, but you must. It is how it is done.” “What can I do to prevent my leaving?” The being stared at the boy with eyes like two orbs of polished ebony. “Nothing,” it finally said. “There must be something!” “Souls,” said the being. “But you are in no position to grant my request.” “Souls?” said the boy. “Yes,” said the being. “Sacrifices to me.” “I will do that,” said the boy. The being laughed. “How? You are but a child.” “But I am a prince. I have power.” The being grinned. “The lashes on your back say otherwise.” “But I will have power someday! And then you will have your souls!” The being was silent for many long moments. “Very well.” It finally said. “I would like to see what you can do, for I detect a blackness in your soul.” “I will do it,” said the boy. “You have but twenty years, which is naught but a moment to me. If it is not done within that time period, then I shall return for you. And we shall get to know one another very well!”  
  1. Sultan Mehmed II had raised a great army with the objective to conquer Wallachia, a principality in Romania, and annex it to his empire. He found justification for this because the Wallachian prince had refused to pay his taxes to the Ottoman Emipre.
Mehmed, with a force of 60,000 troops and 30,000 irregulars, headed toward war with Wallachia. But as he got closer to the capital city of Târgoviște, he noticed the sky was heavy with birds. Then he was greeted by the sight of a veritable forest of stakes on which the Wallachian prince had impaled 20,000 Turkish prisoners, the bodies rotting in the warm summer sun. Horrified, the Sultan and his troops retreated. Vlad Dracula had kept his promise.
Posted in Uncategorized

The Zero Current (an exerpt from “Way of the Dionysian” by The Dark F00L)

These theories that Sigmund Freud presented: The Eros and Thanatos instincts, the ‘fort-da’ game and the repetition-compulsion, share a commonality with the ancient Dionysian practice of the frenzied participant as well as the Apollonian practice of the stoic/detached observer. Whether the experience is painful or pleasurable, anyone demonstrating these behaviors or practicing these techniques get in touch with a primal part of themselves; hearkening back to an earlier state. This is a state of ‘no mind.’ On a microcosmic scale within one’s individual consciousness, this state of zero can be either the combined sensation of intoxication and clarity, or the combined sensation of intoxication and chaos. Throughout time, creative people – artists, musicians, writers, etc. have shared this state of mind in common with athletes; some of whom dubbed this state of consciousness as ‘being in the zone.’ When an individual attains this ‘zone,’ actions become automatic and inspiration is achieved instantly. Most importantly, the individual’s sense of self or ego is dissolved into whatever endeavor they are pursuing (be it sports, music, art, etc.). Another example of The Zero Current at work on a microcosmic scale can be found within adversarial strife, warfare, and power struggles. Historically, those in positions of power have been reluctant towards change; social or political. On one side, there’s a desire to maintain control and to keep things the way they are. On the other side, there’s a need for change (whatever the reason may be). When social or political tensions reach their climax, war or civil unrest usually occurs. Regardless of how long this unrest occurs, there will usually be one outcome: either the conservative powers-that-be will win and regain control, or those fighting for change will win and achieve whatever goal they’ve been seeking. Again, there is this push/pull dynamic where the conservative side wishes to keep things at an earlier state whereas the progressive side wishes to move things forward. The tension and conflict between these powers gives rise to warfare and tragedy, and it is during this time of strife that the effects of the ‘zero mind’ is often felt negatively within the soldiers fighting in these wars. Going back to Freud’s example of repetition-compulsion, which by today’s standards would be classified as PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), one suffering from these ailments find themselves regressing to a primal state due not only to the negative experience of combat, but also due to the intense mental conditioning and physical training they received. On a macrocosmic scale, this Zero Current is a drive which pulls towards death and destruction; again hearkening back to an earlier state, while on a microcosmic level, evolving consciousness through tragedy. Biologically, the greatest example of The Zero Current is sex and the orgasm. On one level, an individual or individuals experiencing an orgasm regress to a primal state. The biological function of sex, regardless of whether one is heterosexual or homosexual, is meant for the procreation of life. Again, within sex and the orgasm, instincts revert while life propels. Secondly, nature has many different ways of restoring itself to a primal state. Scientists estimate that approximately 4 billion species have lived on this planet and that, due to disease, genetic obsolescence, or any number of environmental factors, (approximately) 3 billion 950 million have gone extinct; leaving about 50 million still alive to date. Some species strong enough to endure these numerous and harsh conditions end up adapting and evolving. There are a plethora of examples in which genetic adaptations have occurred. One such example (apart from Darwin’s finches) is frogs which have adapted to freezing temperatures by evolving a glycol-like substance. The Zero Current within nature is that adjustment which causes the death of certain species as well as what causes many species to progress, adapt, and evolve. Regarding The Zero Current’s effects on the evolution of consciousness, mankind need look no further than himself and his own evolution. There are several biological and historical examples in which to examine and measure mankind’s growth throughout time. The Middle Ages in Europe, particularly during the outbreak of The Bubonic and Pneumonic Plagues, highlight The Zero Current’s effects upon nature and man both on a biological level as well as on a psychological level; macrocosmic and microcosmic. At the time in which the Bubonic and Pneumonic Plagues (referred to as ‘The Black Plague’ or ‘The Black Death’) spread throughout medieval Europe, the Christian religion (along with its superstitions) dominated the worldview and the culture at that time. Many believed that God sent The Black Death as a punishment for man’s sins and transgressions, while others blamed the Jews for poisoning the drinking wells. Groups of people, known as The Flagellants, went from town to town whipping themselves publicly (simulating the death of Jesus Christ) in order to atone for their sins and praying that God would remove The Black Plague from the earth. Also, in their delusion, The Flagellants also claimed to have performed miracles; particularly through shedding their blood as a form of their own transubstantiation. Most importantly, during the occurrence of The Black Death, a French physician and surgeon named Guy de Chauliac studied the plague and meticulously recorded his research; later to be published as the Chirurgia Magna. The Chirurgia Magna would become the most important medical manual for the next three centuries thereafter. In an era where religion, superstition and irrationality ruled the world-view of the population, the Chirurgia Magna broke new grounds not only by providing insight into a deadly disease that was rampant all throughout Europe, but also as an early scientific guide that was based solely off of observation and less on faith-based speculation. On a macrocosmic scale, The Zero Current, represented as The Black Death, wiped out half of Europe’s population; forcing both peasants and nobles alike to start their lives over again after its devastation. On a microcosmic scale, The Zero Current forced mankind to realize the faults in his perception; leading him away from faith-based theoretical approaches and directing him towards rational observation-based practices. While the scientific approach proved to be a step in the right direction for mankind, The Zero Current has also shown that man’s greatest tool can also be his own undoing. Nothing has demonstrated this better than the era of The Cold War. When man developed nuclear weapons, he inadvertently created his own ‘reset button’ (if not, his own ‘game over’ button). In this case, man was not at the mercy of forces he could not control, but rather, at the mercy of his own creation. In the era of The Cold War, The Zero Current, on a macrocosmic level, threatened all life and all countries. On a microcosmic level, it forced countries like the United States and Russia into an arms race that benefited mankind in the form of space exploration. It also forced political figures to carefully evaluate foreign relationships and strategies that would prevent the occurrence of nuclear war. Again, we see this juxtaposition of the pull towards an earlier state (in the form of nuclear fallout), and a push towards advancement (demonstrated in the arms race and in building relations). On a conscious and psychological level (microcosmic), The Zero Current has always been linked to tragedy. This was most understood by the ancient Greeks who created many rituals for Dionysus; the god of wine who, through his powers of intoxication, madness, and catharsis, could either relieve and save mankind or who could, by these very same powers, destroy them. Within the Apollonian and Dionysian dichotomy the Dionysian method of ritual, frenzy, and catharsis is a Left-Hand Path approach to tapping into The Zero Current whereas the Apollonian way of stoicism, detachment, and abstinence is a Right-Hand Path approach. The Middle Path ‘Dionysian’ does not necessarily limit themselves to either a Right or Left path, but rather, makes the entirety of both systems available to them for the purpose of tapping into The Zero Current.

Looking for syndication and content.

Hello there.

Lefthandpath.net is looking for interesting blogs to syndicate and for people that like to write columns. If you know of an interesting blog dealing with left hand path lifestyle and philosophy, drop me a line. Please check if it has RSS or Atom syndication, otherwise I can’t really do much with it.

If you want to have a go writing yourself, contact me. There are a few prerequisites though:

  • You will have to point me to one of your previous blogs so I can check for quality.
  • You should have reasonable command of the English language and know how to effectively use grammar, punctuation and diction. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but it has to be readable.
  • Left hand path philosophy is required. I don’t care if it is theistic/luciferian or not. Proselytizing is not a left hand path activity.

You can drop me a comment here, or drop me a mail at [email protected]

The Source of Myths and Symbols

(While not a editorial or essay, this piece was published on the  http://welshmythology.com/ website, and offers an excellent informative and historical view of myths and symbols. ~Babylon)
All myths and symbols arise initially in peoples imaginations, and if they are artists they will express them in creative terms more or less understandable to those around them. All of human imaginative life is inherently influenced by the unconscious, that aspect of the psyche  that’s outside of our awareness, containing such things as instincts and automatic responses. Many psychologists believe the imagination acts as a medium between the conscious and unconscious mind, and as a result the art we create often gives us glimpses of our deeper, instinctive selves. Our creative urges move in response to these unseen currents of our own psychology. Image by DZO Olivier. See more of this artist at https://www.behance.net/dzo As a theory* the unconscious was developed by the early psychologists of the 19th and 20th centuries, a group largely identified with Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, although in truth there were many other theorists involved. Carl Jung went on to describe how the unconscious also contained a deep reservoir of accumulated ancestral forms that he called the collective unconscious. In describing the collective unconscious, Jung said: . . . we might think of it as a collective human being combining the characteristics of both sexes, transcending youth and age, birth and death, and from having at its command a human experience of one or two million years, practically immortal. If such a being existed, it would be exalted above all temporal change; the present would mean neither more nor less to it than any year in the hundredth millennium before Christ; it would be a dreamer of age-old dreams and, owing to its immeasurable experience, an incomparable prognosticator. It would have lived countless times over again the life of the individual, the family, the tribe, and the nation, and it would possess a living sense of the rhythm of growth, flowering, and decay. (Carl Jung, Collected Works vol. VIII, par. 673) Through their research, Freud, Jung and many others came to perceive that the unconscious could be understood in mythological terms. One way in which the unconscious expresses itself is through primordial human figures and story-like narratives that gravitate around fundamental human experiences such as love, power, cunning, birth, death and self-knowledge. Jung called these deep, unconscious patterns archetypes, and identified some of them, such as the mother, the trickster and the wise old man. Just as Jung describes the collective unconscious in terms of the totality of human experience, archetypes can be described as those continually arising themes in that collective experience. BBsymbo5 For scholars such as Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell, the cohesion of human global culture, the consistency with which the same archetypal patterns emerge in different regional cultures testifies to the existence of such a collective unconscious. For example, the tidal movements of the mass media, the memes and trends, fashions and fads can all be interpreted as following the pull of archetypal figures and narratives. To this day, just like countless ancestors before us, we are fascinated by heroes and villains, the trickery and intrigue of politics and power, the magic of science, religion and art, the otherness and familiarity of nature. These mythological figures and narratives can all be traced back to our shared, collective unconscious. In this way its one of the sources of culture and language, the basic stuff of meaning.   Mythic art. Artists who have a particular sensitivity to the shared, collective unconscious will often create art that has a significant resonance within their own cultures. The fashion world exemplifies this process better than most aspects of modern culture, with designers reinterpreting old styles and garments within new contexts, finding what is most relevant to the most people. It could be argued that all art and culture has evolved along similar lines to biological evolution, with the most successful expressions of collective myth being the most enduring and at the same time the most adaptable. Those myths and symbols that manage to retain their influence as they change contexts will surely last longer than those that do not. As reflected in modern consumerism, there is great value in being able to create and express symbols endorsed by popular opinion for successive turns of the cultural wheel. This is exemplified by the modern practice of branding that strives to perpetuate the popularity of a single iconic image for an extended period of time. These modern symbols, although not explicitly set in a mythological context, inevitably draw on the universal mythic substratum of culture. Even though they have replaced older mythic symbols, they still exert a similar kind of power and influence.   The god Cernunnos from the Gundestrup Cauldron.   The gods. Its not difficult to find in the concept of an archetype a rational explanation for gods and their powers. Many scholars have explored the idea that myths, even those expressed in a medieval form such as the Four Branches, were originally tales about gods. But it must be born in mind that the modern conception of gods and supernatural agency, particularly in the atheistic cultures of the West, may very well be far removed from how these things were experienced by people in the past. The well established practice of rationalism in modern academia necessarily separates gods and divine powers out from the individual so as to reveal them as cultural fabrications; once they have been separated out as such they naturally dissolve to the touch, converted into nothing more than words and ideas. But to experience such things as core elements of one’s self, as people in the past surely did, means these gods could not be separated out from the individual in any meaningful way. We must therefore bare in mind that when we reduce ancient gods and their powers to rational concepts such as the collective unconscious and its archetypes, we don’t automatically discount the power of belief in the creation of culture, for that would skew our own understanding of the historic past regardless of our own position on such things.   What symbols say. But what exactly is a symbol in this sense? Its impossible to know what the unconscious actually contains; we can’t open up the brain and peer into it as we would a loft in a house. But we can guess at its nature by paying attention to how it influences the conscious mind. By watching the ripples on the surface we can make guesses at how the currents deep bellow are moving. By studying the symbolic images that rise up into conscious awareness, Jung believed that we could interpret the movements of the unconscious. This led him to perceive that one of the basic qualities of the unconscious is its continual attempt to redress psychological balance. He said: The unconscious, [is] the neutral region of the psyche where everything that is divided and antagonistic in consciousness flows together into groupings and configurations. These, when raised to the light of consciousness, reveal a nature that exhibits the constituents of one side as much as the other; they nevertheless belong to neither but occupy an independent middle position. (Carl Jung, Psychological Types, p.113) Jung saw the unconscious as the place where the psyche attempts to regulate the different influences that flow into it. It brings conflicting elements together into what he called groupings and configurations that in turn are expressed in the conscious mind as symbols: images that contain a blending of the original influences. If this theory is correct, then when such symbols are expressed consciously, we should be able to see in them traces of those initially conflicting influences, but presented in a more or less stable state. I’ll explore this idea in the next post. ———————————————– *It must also be stressed that the theory of the unconscious is by no means uncontroversial: many current researchers tend to remodel the notion of non-conscious processes according to recent developments in neurological science. But this new context of understanding doesn’t change the fact that regardless of their biological correlations and influences, non-conscious phenomena can still be interpreted on both individual and communal levels in terms of mythology.

My Pending Heart

At the beginning of this year I finally did it, I listend to my heart. Taking a big step like that wasn’t easy but I did it. Now it’s august and I feel freeër, but something is bugging me deeply. Some people have tried to stop me in my tracks, but I’m not giving up. Keep moving and strike when the time is ripe I would say. But I’m l’m losing track on where I’m going with this. Okay, here we go! I grew up in a family of drinkers,  the bad girl had risen in me when I was about 6 years of age. Now I did this behind my dads back, otherwise he would have hit me. I had a sip of my dads beer. I guess when your a child your dependant on your parents for guidence, but you sometimes look at them and say: Oh no not again. I use to be afraid that I get hit. Now we weren’t religious and my parents didn’t like the churches at all. They use to say damn those churches, all they want is your money. I remember black candles burning juring X-Mass, and I use to look at them and wonder, I asked my mother one day about it, she would say she wanted something different. When I use to go to school we had lunches that were made for us, and we use to have a silent moment for the people who were in need for prayer. I never prayed, I would fold my hands upside down so it would form a heart. I only discovered this a month ago, as I was thinking about my school days. Now that I’ve been in to Satanism for about 3 years I can finally say it was right of me to follow my heart, and love myself first. I remember moving out of my dads house and in to my own place, everything was new, well almost I actually had a few second hand stuff. But it was worth it. Now my neighbour downstairs wasn’t so keen on me, nor was he keen on the rest of the people in the building. I later discovered that there was something wrong with him, I decided to ignore him. I was busy doing my own thing, like looking for a job, I had couple of odd ones but nothing lasting. Now let me go back a little bit before I moved out of the house. I was asked to appear in a collume. I would be interviewed by a former social worker of mine (a social worker I had when I was 19). I accepted.  Now this interview wasn’t long, it was filled with one liners. I can’t really remember what I said. But he liked it. Back living on my own I realized how importend it was to be independant, I could do what ever I wanted. I remember getting my own computer, it was liberating. Now I don’t know what I’d do without it, my bills need to get paid. I like living on my own, it’s a challenge for me. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t miss having a relationship. I need to love myself first and think about what I want. Life is about enjoying yourself, and remembering how lucky you are to be alive.  
Posted in Uncategorized

The Satanic Safety Net

 Islam2 Recently, the Sect of the Horned God accepted the membership application of a gentleman:  university educated, professional career, family man, etc. He was exceptionally remarkable in how he perceived and lived the LHP and his list of philosophical influences, and explanation on how each impacted his life, was impressive in length and variation. The only hint of a dark cloud on the horizon was his birth and residence in an Islamic country. In this, my concern was ‘for’ him, and the possible negative ramifications that may arise.  Regardless, his own enthusiasm was unbridled and he sent the personal information needed, such as a mailing address, full name, etc, to process the membership. It was with very little surprise, though, to receive an email from him a few days later with a subject line that read “Cancel Membership!” The letter content explained that he had taken a phone call from an unrecognized number and to his “horror” (his words) was informed that “they” were aware of his involvement in the Sect of the Horned God. To make a long story short, the Intelligence Agency of his country demanded the cessation of any affiliation with the Sect. Regretfully, and from justifiable fear, he felt he had to comply. I was saddened to read the letter, but it was soon replaced by a cold anger in that this man faces a “real world” danger that encompasses not only his family and job, but his very life. He cannot fall back on “Rights”, “Privilege”, “The Constitution”, or “Freedom of Speech”.  While he is not the first member of the Sect to reside in an Islamic nation and to have encountered “resistance” because of membership, he has been the first to give it up for that reason.  I can’t blame him for the retraction, nor the others for maintaining membership under the radar. What the above situation brought to mind initially was an observation on how the word “Adversary” within a Left-Hand Path model in Western Culture seems to be morphing into a pabulum–like slop by many who insist on touting their “Adversarialism” while protected under the safest of conditions and circumstances. Rather than dignifying the actions of it in an arena where there is a real threat to person-hood, it is degenerating into a lesser form that assumes entitlement and respect amid pathetic bravado; A battle front waged in little more than the mire of an abandoned (and often internet) sand-box. To be honest, it reminds me of a LHP version of the Westboro Baptist Church. Am I adversarial? Of course, but the situation has to be worth the conflict and is one that sits on many personal, community and national platforms.  Any opponent considered less than worthy would otherwise face a wall of apathy.  On the other hand, Adversarialism begs the question of whether you would risk the lives, through death, of those you have chosen to take on: husband, wife, significant other, children, or parents, for the recognition or attainment of your own ideals?
For myself? No. Never. Considering the country, circumstances, and ideology of the  member,  I have nothing but respect for his decision to leave.  Under the umbrella of the LHP and well knowing the personal code he abides by, he chose to own-up to the responsibility he had taken on “first”, rather than placing it/them in danger. Fear is a great motivator, of course,  but to him it’s not an internet game or a philosophy to be kicked around.  Leaving the Sect  due to the the demands of the reigning religion and politics of his country does not mean  he is not an adversarial man. Quite the contrary.   Conflict resides not only in the external realm, but that of internal also. Where he’ll go with this, who knows, though I dare say he not done testing the boundaries…..
Posted in Uncategorized

Lessons on Life From A Limerick

          by Jake Block A gay guy one night in Khartoum Took a lesbian up to his room. They argued all night Over who had the right To do what and which And to whom!   Aside from being funny, the best limericks had a message that related to life in some form or fashion, usually in a bawdy and base kind of way.  But isn’t that what much of life is anyway; bawdy and base?  This particular limerick always struck me as saying, “Be careful what you wish for,” or “No matter how much you want it, sometimes it just isn’t for you!” Many years ago there was a young woman of my acquaintance named Terri, and she came to me one day and said, “Jake, I know you are a Satanist, and Satanists have power!  I need you to bring Richard to me.  He is so beautiful and I want to love him so badly!” Now, Terri was an attractive woman, with blonde hair, big, blue eyes and a captivating smile, not to mention a body that most men would sell their mothers to the Arabs for.  So, after a moment, I asked, “Well… what seems to be the problem?” “He’s gay,” she sighed.  “Isn’t there something that I can do to get him to take an interest in me?” I looked at her for a moment and she sat there, waiting for my words of wisdom and encouragement, and all I could come up with was, “Grow a penis?” She was disappointed, but you know, that’s going to happen when you set yourself up for it.  People think that the world should just change to suit them simply because they want it, without having to put forth any effort or make changes that would make situations swing from unfavorable to favorable.  Simple problems have simple remedies.  Richard likes redheads.  Ok… dye your hair red.  Richard likes his women thin… diet.  Richard likes his women well read… hit the library.  But there are things that can’t be changed by love nor magic, and a wise “wizard” knows that.  There are people who will tell you that for a fee, they can make anything happen and you will be happy.  We call these people con men, and they seldom have to look far for their next mark. It’s not the fault of the con men.  They are just doing what con men do.  To my mind, they do not so much prey upon the gullible as accept the gullible that volunteer to be fleeced by someone willing to take them for all they have to give.  It’s not the con man’s fault that their “mark” has set themselves up by deluding themselves that the unrealistic can be theirs simply for the taking.  The age old saying, “If it sounds to good to be true, it is,” is lost on them, for in their delusional state, they somehow reason that against all odds, against all realities, the world will change to suit their needs, where in the millennia past, it’s held firm for all others. I live and deal in a world of realities.  I know that wishful thinking is something we all engage in from time to time, hoping that  the world will function as we wish it to, and sometimes if we let our guard down, we can fall into solipsism, thinking that others think the way we do.  Neither is reality, only a projection of our inner needs, and subject to little that is in our power to control.  It is much better that we pay attention to our dreams and hold them dear as we would any precious stone, for in our dreams, we see possibilities and have the option of accepting what we see or manipulating them until we come up with something workable in our waking life. Closely akin to the con man, but not in a larcenous way are the desperate.  Desperation for money, desperation for love, desperation for security and in fact, desperation for just about anything will cause people to deny the realities that are right there before them and promise anything to get what they most desperately need.  A desperate politician will make deals with the devil and promise things that his core philosophies simply cannot support in reality.  He or she will justify it as “compromise” and hope that their constituents don’t see it as the selling out that it really is.  A woman or man desperately in need of love will tell the one with whom they are obsessed, “I will be anything you need, do anything you want, feel anything, think anything… just love me.”  The desperate will utter words similar to this in their one-sided negotiations… rather moral capitulations… to the objects of their lust, denying the reality that what they are promising might make the object of their desire happy, but will leave them feeling hollow and often used, once they realize that in their desperation, they have “sold their soul for gold,” only to see it tarnish in short order when desperation turns to the realization that their “deal with the devil” was one they entered into without a real ability to pay when payment became due. You can lie to others or lie to yourself to get what you want or think that you need, but neither is a good starting point in a business or emotional contract, and neither will be sustainable in the long run.  Any negotiation that is entered into from a position of greed or desperation is doomed to a mediocre resolution at best.  Lying in business transactions might be a win in dealings with the less astute, but those who negotiate big deals seldom fall into traps.  Lying in love might be a win in dealing with the desperate, but those who have a love that last a lifetime avoid the traps by being open and honest about what they want in a relationship and how to get it.  Either way, I suppose they elders were right in the long run, when they told us, “honesty is the best policy.” Be yourself, represent yourself as you are and when things are right they’ll come together.  This applies in love and in business and pretty much everything else in between.  The old saw goes, “If you tell the truth, you won’t need a good memory.”  Or a lawyer to get you out of the mess you got yourself into. Fit To Be Tied by Madeleine Begun Kane   A fellow was fit to be tied When he learned that his lover had lied. He’d proposed. She said “No,” And confessed, “Sorry Joe. See that gal over there? She’s my bride.”