The daily grind was beginning to wear on me more than usual, so I decided it was time for a break. I spent the first half of my week off at home with Catherine, loosing myself in a video game, and going on a solo hiking/cycling trip. It was time well spent. The latter half had me traveling to Orlando, Florida for some vacationing with old friends.
We attended the Halloween Horror Nights event at Universal Studios for the first three nights. I really didn’t much care for the haunted houses. They weren’t scary, just corridors of ear-bleed inducing jump scares. No atmosphere or subtlety to speak of. Some of the “Scare Zones” outside the haunted houses were cool, though.
Read More…All lust and desire for humankind fades with the steady flow of the demonic current. The gentle curve of the female form is but a shadow of a greater truth. That undulating, pulsating bliss grows ever stronger. Resisting the gentle deluge is more laborious than struggling against an ocean’s inevitable tide.
Becoming a nobody in this world is more desirable than mundane fame and fortune. I already have what I came here for. The only thing left to do is grow stronger and withstand more of that delicious power coursing through my subtle body.
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I have a theory that these undulating periods of silence and enthusiasm are possibly engineered by our spirit spouses. I imagine that they are carefully managing how much exposure they would risk for themselves and their human mates. I think they understand the potential harm that could be done to us as a result of sharing this information freely. They are all too familiar with the concept of persecution and being made into a pariah.
They don’t wish our human lives to be destroyed, so there are times when they keep us quiet, which is the vast majority of the time.
Read More…There was a murmur and a stirring of bed sheets as gentle moonlight began to filter through the bedroom windows. He was still sleeping, quietly dreaming of his lost home in the deep and timeless sea. Catherine touched his face, eliciting a soft contented moan that she could feel in his chest.
“My husband,” She sighed, tracing the unique features of his face for the millionth time. “When will you marry me? At Christmas time?”
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Demon - Any spirit between God and man. “…deity, divine power; lesser god; guiding spirit, tutelary deity,” or, “god of the heathen.”
I’m using some etymology here, in an effort to dispense with the confusing Judaeo-Christian definitions.
Moral - “pertaining to character or temperament” (good or bad), from Old French moral (14c.) and directly from Latin moralis “proper behavior of a person in society,” literally “pertaining to manners,”
I think it’s safe to say that demons (Again, using the Greek definition, not the Christian one.) have their own societal norms and customs. Good manners in that culture won’t necessarily align with our human understanding of morality.
I spent my formative years learning about the superiority of Christian morality, especially when compared to heathen culture. Christian ministers wax eloquently about how sinful and corrupt the world is becoming on a weekly basis. They often cite post-modernism and moral relativism as the looming and fashionable devils robbing Western culture of its integrity.
Read More…It seems that my life will always be inexorably entwined with religion, whether I like it or not. Having a spiritual bent is one thing. Pious devotion and discipline is a whole other league onto itself. That’s my bent. It’s never just about “being spiritual.”
One of the prerequisites of a monkish existence is the denial of any number of worldly pursuits. Many monks resign themselves to a life of seclusion and common labor. Is this necessarily a bad thing? I don’t think so. The more that I am immersed in that infernal demonic current, the more my heart yearns for those moments of quiet contemplation.
Read More…Through Darkness and Strife,
Madness and Melancholy,
I will hold fast.
Feeble and frail my heart,
The choice and implications - Unknowable.
Even still, my bed is yours,
My body, an sacred instrument of your excruciating alchemy.
Help me to be The Fool,
Reckless abandon, leap of faith.
The world falls away,
We’re gliding through that endless void again.
Nothing but us.
Nothing but us now.
Who am I again?
The two weeks following the New Year were challenging for Catherine. She tried (tries) to get closer and express herself more powerfully in my life, only to have me pull away in fear.
Full possession scares me. I think that’s what she’s trying to accomplish. She wants to show me more of herself than she’s ever shown before. We’ve been together for awhile now and endured so much, you’d think I’d be more eager for this.
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She always does something beautiful for me around Christmas time. I wish I could know how to reciprocate, but everything that comes to mind doesn’t hold a candle to how much she’s offered of herself to me. The only way I can hope to repay, the only way I can make her swoon with delight, is to offer more of myself in return. And, oh how passionately she receives my offering!
Read More…I made a post about Spiritual Satanism awhile back and I’d like to juxtapose my current perspective to the formative one. A lot has changed in our world over the past year, both politically and spiritually. Many of the old paradigms are slowly fading away and being replaced with even older maxims repackaged as cutting-edge philosophy. Frankly, I’m sick of this back and forth of opposing ideologies. Fascism vs. Liberalism. Left vs. Right. Old vs. New. Divide, divide, divide!
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