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In my eyes, there is really no such thing as a “fake satanist.” Satanists come in all shapes (mostly round) and sizes (mostly fat lol). Some satanists don’t believe in a satan and are more humanistic. Some believe in the devil as a real creature/being. Some satanists dress like vampires or like death metal and use their unique version of satanism as also an accesory to accentuate their look and life style. Some would rather look pretty and wear Gucci (like me, and you should at least look descent if you want to hang out with me). I don’t agree with most other types of satanism… but then again I don’t personally agree with most concepts and opinions floating around out their, no matter what they are. Your satanism is real and true to your own self; as is my Satanism true and real to my own private self. Sometimes it is nice when we have friends and associates who share in our beliefs and also see the “trueness” and realness of your Satanism, and the gesture is reciprocated.
But beneath the religious bullshit I carry around with me, I am nonetheless Human. Being Human I do come with Human Nature. It’s in my natural primal human nature to dislike and hate things I find threatening or offensive to myself or to my “tribe.” This being the case other people and there satanism may often become victimized as targets of agression. Therefore some of us have derogatory words to call other kinds of satanists whose satanism do not resonate with ours. Deogatory terms like “Pseudo-satanists,” “Vulgar satanists,” “Mongrel satanists,” “Profane satanists,” and stuff. Then we have gramatically offensive gestures such as refusing to capitalize the other kinds of satanism when we refer to them – only Our Satanism deserves to be capitalized. On what authority or criteria do we say that only “Our Satanism” deserves shit? On no grounds at all. Some of us don’t need an external authority to legitimize our actions and decrees. We just say it is so, and everyone in Our Satanism acts accordingly.
This is based on the same psychology as calling someone “subhuman.” When you identify someone as subhuman, it makes it easier for you to kill them or commit mass genocide and not feel remores. Defaming, victimizing a Mongrel satanist is then emotionally easy. But why would some groups do this to other satanists? Why dehumanize them? It’s a simple question with a brutal answer.
Because do you pay my bills? When I am in need will you be there for me? When I need money will you offer it to me simply because I am a “satanist” like you? If I were homeless would you give a shit enough to let me live with you just because I am a “fellow satanist?” If you don’t give a fuck about me and my family – then why should I give a fuck about you and your family? Just because you are a satanist doesn’t mean shit. It doesn’t mean you got my back. It doesn’t mean you are loyal to me.
I have more love and respect for my pet Dog then for a mongrel satanist. My Dog doesn’t give a shit what I believe, or what skin color I have or what political ideology I ascribe to. That shit just doesn’t matter to him. He’s always by my side. I don’t even have to conversate with him or engage in a stimulating intellectual jerk off party with him and he’s still loyal and gots my back. He would die for me if the situation came. He loves me unconditionally, and he’s not even a satanist… and I don’t even care if he isn’t one. That to me is the living essence of life. That unconditional love and unequivocal loyalty. In return for that I do something that seems unbecoming of a superior species – I humble myself and serve him. I feed him. I clean up after him. I bathe him. Me… a big brained two legged ape serving a hairy dumb four legged canine like a slave. That, to me, is the meaning of existence. That bond and loyaly that exists in my relationship with my Dog.
That relationship can be seen everywhere in nature – in my eyes. Between a mother and her own offspring. The undying loyalty of the Sun always there same time every morning to light the day and feed the trees. The relationship between those trees and me – always there to provide me with the air I need.
That’s the essence of true “homieship.” Your Homies. Your doggs. My peeps. My shoulders to cry on. My somebodies to lean on in my time of need. Always there, always loyal… Semper Fides. It’s so simple it doesn’t need to be intellectually written and taught. So simple a dog can do it.
To me this is what “satan” represents. The “Opposite” of the Herd – that indifferent… undifferentiated mass of people who go about their day passing you by as if you were a fucking shadow or an obsticle in there path. Those people who couldn’t give a fuck about you or your troubles. Those people who makes friendships and bonds based on conditions and terms of negotiations. “I’ll marry you if you aren’t fat;” “I’ll go out with you if you have a hot car;” “You can have this job if you passed college;” “You can be our friend if you are rich like us…” To me, to be a “satanist” is to live the Opposite way from the herd… to think the Opposite way of the herd… to do the Opposite way of the herd. My Satanism is my bond and unconditional loyalty to my Homies, and their’s is the same reciprocated to me in return. Always there for each other, united by an unconditional bond, humbling each other to serve one another. Whatever suffering and hardships I have are my people’s suffering and hardships. Whatever enemies my people have are my enemies without question. This is the very essence and esprit of 352. If you ain’t down with it, then what have I to do with you? And who are to me but a mongrel outsider? Just because you think yourself a satanist doesn’t mean you will feed me when I am hungry or lay your life down for me if the situation arises.
In the end we all have our own satanism, which to our own selves is true and real. Sometimes others resonate with your satanism… sometimes they do not. Sometimes there is a superficial fellowship… a “community” if you will, of fellow satanists who actually really don’t give a shit about each other. And sometimes there is an unbreakable bloodbond which transends the superficial religiousness of satanism that pulses with the core and essence of mutual dependency and primal nature.
~*~Shugz~*~
We Stand Alone:
We Stand Alone as a collective of individuals united for a common purpose. No other institution matters. They exists only for our utilization. Only for our profit. No Outsider matters. They exists only for our utilization and profit.
Our Acception does not care about the biological software its members may be operating on. Each initiate must think for itself and formulate it’s own opinions, but must also give it’s brother and sister the same liberty to believe as she or he pleases, each according to our individual level of education, evolution, progression, and understanding.
The teachings in Opus Vrilis are only for your benefit, so long as you see value in them. Take what you want, leave what you don’t need for your personal progression, and grow. But allow others the same liberty to take what they need. And never hold onto any book or writing as if it were the final word. Give up your mind not to convictions, for convictions are not facts and is the point where thinking stops. When there is no thinking, there is not Progression.
Opinions, political or religious, have done humanity no good other than to keep one man apart from another; and at times wars and bloodshed between peoples and nations have been the grim fruits opinions bare. This is counterproductive to positive progression of the species.
It isn’t our aim to innoculate our brethren with a common standard opinion or belief. Our aim here is to bring mighty minded, free thinking individuals together, bonded and united by a blood pack of brotherhood to achieve our Liberation from the 10 Percenters. Not for our sake, but for the sake of our unborn progeny.
It is enough that we have the commonality of Satanism. It’s enough that we each adore the Supreme Principle as our personal Prince of Darkness. It is enough for each of us to know that we are each brothers and sisters of a single Family, Children of the Star Glittered Cosmos… which by the way is 99% Dark. Whatever unique beliefs we may have as an individual outside of the bare essentials just mentioned is of no concern.
It is not what we teach in the Acception that matters and makes a brother or sister. It is the Oath and Vows of Blood Brotherhood. It is the will to be different than the segregated individualized urbanites, by tribalizing and learning to live and be a vital part of something bigger than himself – the Collective – Our Hive – where each nexus is a cell, each of us a worker bee. Knowledge, Science, Magic, Money… whatever benefits the Hive – these things each of us worker bees collects and brings back Home for the benefit of the Collective.
The Bee Hive is our Emblem of Industry and Collective Effort or Collective Force. It recommends the practice of that virtue to all created beings, from the highest seraphim in heaven, to the lowest reptile of the earth. It teaches us, that as we came into the world rational and intelligent beings, so we should ever be industrious ones; never sitting down content while our fellow creatures around us are in want, especially when it is in our power to relieve them.
When we take a survey of nature, we view man in his infancy, more helpless and indigent than the brute creation; he lies there languished for days, months, and years, totally incapable of providing sustenance for himself, of guarding against the attack of the wild beasts of the field, or sheltering himself from the inclemencies of the weather.
It might have pleased the Great Principle of Life to have made man independent of all other beings and those around him as a solitary reptile is; but as dependence is one of the strongest bonds of society, mankind were created dependent on each other for protection, survival and security, as they thereby enjoy better opportunities of fulfilling the duties of reciprocal love and friendship.
Thus was man formed for social, active and tribal life, the noblest part of the work of creation – the most purest way to pay adoration to the Supreme Darkness, whom we all adore; and he that will so demean himself as not to be endeavoring to add to the common stock of knowledge and understanding, may be deemed a Drone in the Hive of Nature, a useless member of society, unworthy of our affection and protection.
When the tribe is divided and segregated into individualized units programmed into living a solitary life of self reliance and untrusting of those around him, seeing them as competition or resources of exploitation, he is weakened. Weakened as a sole unit, he is open prey for those more collective than he – the governments; the priests; the education system; the corporations; the 10 Percenters. He becomes cattle for them, and his city becomes nothing more than a cattle ranch. He is powerless and will be exploited until he is to old to be of any use; and where will he end up then? Do you really believe that they will glorify and honor your labor and service to them when you have grown old? Do you think they will praise you for making them rich? When you have fought their wars? Built the foundations of their corporate empires? Voted them into office? Where will you and your family be, when they have become rich and powerful, off your life long enslavement? In a nursing home, forgotten; and when you die, it will be as if you never existed at all. But your life long labor for them has made their children all the more wealthy and powerful, and your children will be a slave to them, as you were all your life. And there are some, my brothers and sisters among the cattle of the urban gods that glorify their individuality, like something to be admired and worked for.
Some of us may have more experience in life, some may be more wiser, and some that are young in mind will need more Light. Let these luminous brothers and sisters guide the young Germins for a while and teach them to Boldly Stand Erect on their own and think for themselves, never to embrace any doctrine or book as the final word and message. But teach them to think, and travel that path, onward to personal evolution. In the end Life itself is our only Doctrine.
But the young Germs must learn to realize the great importance of our brotherhood and union. The young Germs must understand that those outside our Hive do not care for him nor his family or children. He must understand that they will not love him, help him, relieve him of his needs, empathize with his condition in life, and care for him. Those urbanite drones outside our Hive couldn’t give a shit if you died the next day. But we, his brethren and sisters, who have bond ourselves – married ourselves to him, by taking our oaths and drinking that bitter Red Rum, live and die for him, for nothing more than the return of this act of love and devotion. This is the living essence of our Acception. This draws the line between us and them. Not the library of dead letters and books we compile and hoard in our shelves and minds. Ponder upon this for a while my brothers and sisters, and understand why we have come together; why we boldly represent our association and blood bonds with vicious fervency.
[Chapter xvi, OV:352]
-WSA352-
