SATANISM AS A POLITICAL MOVEMENT

SATANISM AS A POLITICAL MOVEMENT

Satanism is as insane as the religions they oppose. Like all such groups there are a lot of good intentions and causes that get mangled by their close-mindedness and proclamations of superiority over other groups. Politics come to mind?

Perhaps Satanists think that Satan wasn’t the evil one – that God was indeed the one that was evil.

Since most people associate the word Satan with evil and bad, thus those who worship Satan as evil and bad, it is no wonder, through all the dark, scary machinations of the group, that Satanists would be considered a threat to any individual or group that doesn’t see the world through their prism.

Hoods, chains, smoke, rituals, grotesque images are devices used to get the target’s attention, but by the time that attention occurs, the Satanists have already terrorized the ones they wanted to change through their visual attention-getting strategy that ended up muting the message.

If someone prefers to live in the spirit world, rather than the world on earth as we see it through human eyes, that’s their right. I would argue, however, that one need not engage in ritual of any sort to travel through all worlds. Conjuring up the devil in people’s minds certainly does cause one to look up. But look up to what? More of the same?

Focusing so much on the theatrics to the detriment of the message, no matter how realistic or self-serving the message, kills the message by the time it arrives.

Satanists claim to be atheists. But do all atheists claim to be Satanists?

An absence of fear of the unknown appears to be the ‘not much spoken about’ driving force beneath the movement to affect political change. But an equally driving force of their belief system is that evil/negative is more powerful than positive/good. In other words, we must not oppose that which is suppose to naturally happen – no matter how prejudicial and discriminatory that natural inclination happens to be. Yet, that is what they appear on the surface to want to do: change people.

I would argue, secondly, that those who don’t fear the unknown are in a more advantageous position to change what they don’t like about the present thus the future, rather than accept the present reality as natural, thus unworthy of any effort to change it.

If people’s belief in God is what propels believers to engage in perpetual wars against all life on the planet, and if that is a natural state, then logically the Satanists would support and work toward continuing that condition.

Most vegans are atheists. Yet they work to free other species who are enslaved, tortured and slaughtered. If they are also Satanists, they wouldn’t be doing that. They would accept the world as it is – and eat animals till they vomited into Satan’s and/or God’s hand. On the other hand, many disenchanted with God, might want to try the Satan route to freedom for all – if that indeed appears now to be the message of Satanism. But at their core is the natural inevitability that evil has, does and will triumph. So how does that translate to freedom for all?

God and Satan are generic names for good, for evil and all that lies between and beyond.

Generally speaking, God conjures up good in the minds of most people. Satan conjures up terror or evil in the minds of most people.

Religious people vs non-religious people don’t conjure up much controversy in the minds of anyone. It’s when you add the word God (when talking to an atheist) or the word Satan (when talking to a believer) that ruffles sensibilities. Absent the “G” and the “S” words, what matters most to most people is whether you’re a decent person or not a decent person – whether you’re going to hurt them or whether you pose a threat.

Now that ‘decent’ word has implications. What’s decent about slaughterhouses for any group of beings? Yet most all people support slaughterhouses for anyone not human – and for some who are human.

If anyone wants to get a positive message through to the masses, best not do it through terror – no matter what you choose to call yourselves. Most people will be scared, then submissive for a while, then eventually turn on you.

Satan wanted to be God and God said no. There is only one God and that God was God – supposedly.

God banished Satan, because God saw Satan as a threat – supposedly.

Satan decided to become his own God by first undermining all God stood for. Sounds like politics.

In my view, in my story, Satan should have become Satan’s own God. Period. But Satan, in Satan’s own mind, couldn’t do that without undermining that which he wanted to become – everybody’s God. Satan’s weakness and Satan’s downfall. Satan wanted to knock God out and take God’s place. Satan did not want to be a servant. Who would? God was a dictator. Satan thought Satan could do a better job – at being dictator. All dictators think that.

Is this crazy human talk or what? Talk about anthropomorphizing! – attributing human traits to other animals. Okay. Attributing angel traits to God – or servant traits to a master. Many of us know that all beings share similar traits. We know that now. We didn’t always believe that. Believing vs knowing. We don’t need science for a lot of the knowing part, since historically, although scientists knew stuff, they lied to the populace about knowing it.

I see, as I’m sure you do now, that what was written long ago was all based on the human experience at the time – and humans perceiving a spiritual existence within themselves.

I can tell you one thing: Nobody has to get all dark on the world, and light candles and blow smoke and engage in rituals and chants and become grotesque and bring people to the edge of terror to call to presence the spirit life. All life – all the universe – is already all of it. There’s nothing new that all existence doesn’t already experience, thus know – without words reiterating that reality. What we don’t know is how the future will treat us.

Fight for your cause – no matter who you are, to which group you belong, or by which name you choose to call yourself – only if it is a cause that benefits all existence, and only if you realize, that what once seemed natural no longer is inevitable. That’s called evolution.

Accepting evil as the dominating force that drives the universe is a myth – a fairy tale. The universe is still here – and expanding – with or without us. The universe does not need planet earth to survive.

The undermining of the survival of the planet vs the flourishing of the planet is a different paradigm. This is not God vs Satan in a spirit world. This is us in a ‘we control what happens to our home planet – as earthlings – world. This is where we live right now. Spirit world or no spirit world.

If anybody – servant or master – undermines it we all lose. A sore loser would do that. On the other hand a good God would have worked with the supposed most beautiful angel. How did the most beautiful angel end up working as a servant? Not too difficult to understand in human terms.

Sounds like Lucifer was of the female spirit species.

Again – it is a human story of strife and struggle. Call in the angels, the Gods, the good, the bad, the best of the worst, the grotesque. Call anybody who will take the call to help when suffering occurs.

I’m here, they all imply through the words of others who suffered before us – words in songs, poems, histories, stories, in the movements of dance, but what can they do? That’s where you come in. You tell your God, your Devil, your Guiding Force not to worry. You’ve got your own back and the back of your family and the backs of all existence.

That’s just what God wanted, because God really had no power from beyond except to influence, encourage and comfort You as You become Your Own God. That’s what Lucifer finally realized when Lucifer tried to unseat God and was banished. Lucifer wanted to be Lucifer’s God, thinking that there was only one God. And that’s exactly what happened.

Lucifer became God.

Moral to mystory.

Angels are more powerful than Gods.

Afterword: God sucker-punched Lucifer. Taught Lucifer a lesson with the punch.

Lucifer stripped Lucifer of Lucifer’s power as an angel – the most beautiful, which meant the most powerful – by becoming God.

Whew…that’s a tough pone to lose.

God got all the attention. Lucifer equated all the attention with all the power.

Now, neither God nor Satan have any real power.

It’s a story. Of course it doesn’t make sense. It’s not a documentary.

Only one thing makes sense:

The real power isn’t in the afterlife or the spiritlife. The real power is in the currentlife or the earthlife.

Power is free. Seize it.


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THE EYE OF THE STORM

The mind is most powerful when it’s stubborn. The resistance of the mind is like super glue–one drop holds a yacht, keeps a mountain from moving, stops the sea from separating, and creates a frustration so intense in a person witnessing it in another, that it can cause heart attacks, strokes, cancer and who knows what else.

Stubbornness isn’t even like cancer; it’s worse. Cancer you can deal with; a stubborn person you can’t. There is no amount of reason one can use, no amount of persuasion, no sum of money or pile of gold, to move a stubborn person who says no to change their mind to say yes.

And stubbornness abounds–with more than enough to go around–in all sectors of life, within all groups, cultures and nations. Can anything good be said of stubbornness? No. The ominous cloud of stubbornness has no silver lining. It’s a formidable tool, a weapon as cold and hard-hitting as the atomic bomb. It destroys lives, families, businesses, cultures, countries. It can turn an entire planet upside down. But it rarely destroys the person whom it houses. It is therefore a great protector. The stubborn person lives in the eye of the storm. No matter where they go, they take their storms with them–mowing down everything and everybody in their paths, while they stay secure.

Stubbornness is an addiction, like any other, but unlike any other, in that it has yet to be recognized as one. Once a person uses it to get what they want, the thrill of success, perverse as it is, makes it nearly impossible to stop. Stubbornness requires no skill. It’s as easy as eating pie. That’s the allure. It’s easy–too easy–for those who don’t give an owl’s hoot for anything or anyone but themselves. It feels good and it works. It gives control where there otherwise would be none, because the stubborn person has yet to develop the skills necessary to make changes. In fact, they don’t like change.

Can a stubborn person become not stubborn? Sure they can, but they won’t. Fear keeps them from it–fear of the unknown, fear of losing their power, fear of losing control, fear of life, fear of living that life, fear of themselves. There are no mirrors where they live, no reflections. They can’t reflect, because they can’t interact. They live in isolation, fearing the world–a painful, hollow, meaningless existence.

Is there hope for the stubborn among us? Sure there is. All it takes is a little courage to step out beyond the safety of the eye of the storm in which they live, and feel the havoc they’ve created, accept responsibility for the ruin they’ve inflicted, and then say yes–to life, to living, to giving, to sharing, to learning.

It’s not unlike the courage needed by the people pleaser who fears rebuke to say no.






 

Sweet Dreams And Happy Tomorrows

  • sweet dreams and happy tomorrows. Not a good day. Not good at all. Rosie was here though. Steve here. The material world no longer matters. So it was good after all. When days get as bad as this, all I can count on for joy–is that which makes a family. Tired nights lead to more tired mornings, when I stay up waiting for bad to turn to good, while wrapping those I love around the universe of all that really matters in my life. And then out of necessity, I separate them from that which drives me to pain for all the tortured beings, who cry out through their souls in the night, whom I work feverishly to save, blocking my family from that which would over-burden them.
  • Each way I turned, in this very bad day, I was blocked by the powers that be, they call themselves, and there was not a thing I could do about it. How powerless a feeling, yet still I feel motivated–driven by a force greater than all of them put together. Failing is no longer an option. But how can one succeed when so many others block that which drives this old, weary body, mind and spirit of mine? But wait, body yes, mind yes, but spirit? Can the spirit ever get as tired as I’m feeling right now? Not a chance. It can’t be.
  • Logically, if the spirit never dies, then it never tires either. So, there is a chance. I just need to play out the night–into the morning–until my spirit and the spirits of those who envelop me with their love and instruction to keep fighting, tell me to go to bed, Sharon. Happy dreams and sweet dreams, as I see Rose living hers while her legs run in her sleep without her on them; and Steve snoring through his ‘better days are coming’ dreams. I can almost hear the words. Isn’t that what happy dreams and sweet dreams are all about? Making right what went wrong in the day? Yes, but still I stay up while they rest and I wait for something, maybe nothing–to happen.
  • Tomorrow’s a new day, they say for a reason. The sun will rise and we’ll all wake together in the same bed. Probably Steve first, then Rose, then me–but still together, as I am now with them, while I’m awake and they sleep. We’ll make better tomorrow what we couldn’t make right today–as the formidable team we are. We will rise discouraged–as always, but slowly come to the realization of how lucky we are–to be a family. We’ll go for a walk in the park that Rose claims as her own, and as we witness her joy in being free as she romps through the tall grass beckoning us to join her, we’ll know why we’re here–for her–and for us. We’ll laugh and talk and let her herd us as she weaves around the trees of pine that we stop to smell, picking up the pine cones they dropped seemingly for the taking, and acorns and anything else we can make live again through art. We’ll wind down to the waterfront to commune with the sea gulls, the lake, the big sky–that can’t be seen from where we live, and put her back on the leash as we walk on the flat rocks, past the fisher people who are there for the same reason we are, more for nature than food.
  • Only Rose can make us feel alive, like a kid again, back to nature and all the joys of walking on this great earth. With all our burdens, only she can bring us back to our true essence–being the animals we are–to love again the privilege. This was a good day after all. The memory of our routine makes it so, giving me something special to look forward to tomorrow. When we make it through the night in a world filled with terror it is a happy day–happy dreams and happy tomorrows fulfilled.

THE EYE OF THE STORM

  • The eye of the storm. The mind is most powerful when it’s stubborn. The resistance of the mind is like super glue–one drop holds a yacht, keeps a mountain from moving, stops the sea from separating, and creates a frustration so intense in a person witnessing it in another, that it can cause heart attacks, strokes, cancer and who knows what else. Stubbornness isn’t even like cancer; it’s worse. Cancer you can deal with; a stubborn person you can’t. There is no amount of reason one can use, no amount of persuasion, no sum of money or pile of gold, to move a stubborn person who says no to change their mind to say yes.
  • And stubbornness abounds–with more than enough to go around–in all sectors of life, within all groups, cultures and nations. Can anything good be said of stubbornness? No. The ominous cloud of stubbornness has no silver lining. It’s a formidable tool, a weapon as cold and hard-hitting as the atomic bomb. It destroys lives, families, businesses, cultures, countries. It can turn an entire planet upside down. But it rarely destroys the person whom it houses. It is therefore a great protector. The stubborn person lives in the eye of the storm. No matter where they go, they take their storms with them–mowing down everything and everybody in their paths, while they stay secure.

  • Stubbornness is an addiction, like any other, but unlike any other, in that it has yet to be recognized as one. Once a person uses it to get what they want, the thrill of success, perverse as it is, makes it nearly impossible to stop. Stubbornness requires no skill. It’s as easy as eating pie. That’s the allure. It’s easy–too easy–for those who don’t give an owl’s hoot for anything or anyone but themselves. It feels good and it works. It gives control where there otherwise would be none, because the stubborn person has yet to develop the skills necessary to make changes. In fact, they don’t like change.

  • Can a stubborn person become not stubborn? Sure they can, but they won’t. Fear keeps them from it–fear of the unknown, fear of losing their power, fear of losing control, fear of life, fear of living that life, fear of themselves. There are no mirrors where they live, no reflections. They can’t reflect, because they can’t interact. They live in isolation, fearing the world–a painful, hollow, meaningless existence.

  • Is there hope for the stubborn among us? Sure there is. All it takes is a little courage to step out beyond the safety of the eye of the storm in which they live, and feel the havoc they’ve created, accept responsibility for the ruin they’ve inflicted, and then say yes–to life, to living, to giving, to sharing, to learning.

  • It’s not unlike the courage needed by the people pleaser who fears rebuke to say no.

THE POWER OF THE PLANT

The power of a plant. Winding around the brick wall the ivy fastens itself to the mortar as if for dear life, puncturing wounds into the walls it calls on for it’s survival. The concept of patience and waiting appears not to surface in the ivy’s mission to simultaneously destroy that which it clings to in order to live. But both do survive.

The strength of a plant perplexes the most rigid of minds, as a tree digs deeply its roots to support a mammoth structure that one must cut down in order to tip the hand that sowed it–vulnerable only to the elements and those whose passion it is to own it.

Even plants war for space, vying for their own species sake, the right to a survival one instinctually knows their mere presence proves. Strangling its neighbor, the weaker of the two succumbs–or so one might think. But alas, in nature there emerges a built in blueprint for peaceful coexistence as the strangler wraps its arms around the one it chooses to thrive by, checking its growth to make room for its own, while remaining codependent now, living side by side entangled in each others existence.

To the outsider matters look bleak, but to the plants: the strangler and the strangled; they see it differently. They both survive stronger than before. Even with plants, thought the weakest, next to a stone, we witness the struggle and the solution at once.

So, why don’t we humans pattern our solutions for cohabitation after the plant? Too frivolous a thought, one presumes. A mindless plant gives the solution? Nah. But yes, at the same time.