Ave Satanas

“When a puppy reaches maturity it becomes a dog; when ice melts it is called water; when twelve months have been used up, we get a new calendar with the proper chronological name; when ‘magic’ becomes scientific fact we refer to it as medicine, astronomy, etc. When one name is no longer appropriate for a given thing it is only logical to change it to a new one which better fits the subject. Why, then, do we not follow suit in the area of religion? Why continue to call a religion the same name when the tenets of that religion no longer fit the original one? Or, if the religion does preach the same things that it always has, but its followers practice nearly none of its teachings, why do they continue to call themselves by the name given to the followers of that religion?”

I still remember the first time I read that. I was sitting in my truck waiting to get loaded somewhere and was reading. Up until then I had been rather apprehensive to read the book which was in my hands. Although I said that I thought God and Satan were both myths, years of Christian upbringing and a good section of my life spent trying to find if God was real made me a little hesitant to read the book which had intrigued me for months.

Somehow I knew when I ordered it off of Amazon.com that I was crossing a line that I could never cross back over. I didn’t know how or why, but I knew that by getting it I would be sealing my fate.

There I sat in the late-summer afternoon sunlight, reading page after page of The Satanic Bible and I was eating it up. Finally, someone understood all of the things that had been floating in my head, torturing my mind for years. I realized that I wasn’t cursed because I questioned everything, but that I am fortunate because I refuse to believe in fairy tales.

When I read the above-quoted passage in chapter three, it was the first time I said to myself, “This is what I am. This is what I believe. I’ve been a Satanist all my life and haven’t even known it.”

The funny thing is that a good deal of people in churches are Satanists too. True, they may try to deny it, but their actions and the way they live their lives prove to the world what their tongues lack the fortitude to admit to.

Ever find it strange that almost all of the things that come most naturally to people are considered sins? Seems like a good way to keep people coming to church if they constantly have to be purged and have their consciences swept clean. Just like the vacuum cleaner salesman who tries to sell you a Hoover, the church has no power over anyone if it can’t convince you that it has something that you lack.

If you’re wondering how I could consider myself a Satanist after saying that I think Satan and God are fairy tales, “Satan” isn’t a being, but a state of being.

Satan represents indulgence, instead of abstinence.

Satan represents vital existence, instead of spiritual pipe dreams.

Satan represents undefiled wisdom, instead of hypocritical self-deceit.

Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it, instead of love wasted on ingrates.

Satan represents vengeance, instead of turning the other cheek.

Satan represents responsibility to the responsible, instead of concern for psychic vampires.

Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those who walk on all fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all.

Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification.

Satan has been the best friend the church has ever had, and has kept it in business all these years.

The reason I’ve said all this is because I found my Satanic Bible last night, which I had thought I had lost, and have been reading it some today. Although my philosophies and beliefs haven’t changed in the past few years, it’s still nice to know that I’m not alone. In fact, I’m not even a part of a minority. The vast majority of all the people on earth practice the tenets of Satanism, whether they admit to it or not. I’m only different because I know what I do and have stopped trying to fight against what I am.

I was never designed to be a Christian. I could never believe all the buckets of shit that people tried to feed me for years, even when I wanted to. I could never find God; God could never find me. I was constantly fighting against who I was and what I was, and I always failed. Satanism is one thing that I can do without even trying, and I will never be a hypocrite.

The hunch I had when I was placing my Amazon order was right. Another infernal child of man has grown to be self-aware. There is no going back for me now.

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“Angels in raiments
As pure as coal
Taking their payments
In tortured mortal souls
A bold direction
The abyss edge
But on cold reflection
One they warned to nonetheless
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As they preyed the paths of the righteous
Through the myth of thistled orchard floors
Bearing gifts of plentitude, for
The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core.”
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Cradle Of Filth