"Satanists are born, not made". One of the base tenets of being a Satanist. We don't convert, we don't get initiated...we simply realize that our way of thinking and feeling and the way we view the world is how we have always been and it is not pushed upon us like most religions. It is because of our natural human instinct to question, to be curious, that led us to discovering the philosophy that was first defined by Anton Szandor LaVey way back in 1966 on Walpurgisnacht (April 30th) when the Church of Satan was formed.
I was always curious. Always imaginative. Always questioning "why" instead of just accepting what I was told as fact and truth. Why couldn't anyone explain, if "God" created the world in just seven days, how the dinosaurs live for HUNDREDS of MILLIONS of years? "Oh, our time and Gods time are different. One day to us is billions of years to God" Huh?! And if we all came from Adam and Eve, how is that possible. The bible only mentions Adam and Eve having two children, Cain and Abel. They were both male. One killed the other. So where did everyone else come from...we are all inbred I guess? These are just two common sense questions that I would ask and that no one I knew who went to church could answer. I would also sit in church and feel when the priest mentioned something was "bad" that he was staring directly at me. Not that I thought I was "bad" or "evil" but it was amusing that I would be stared at as if I had some black aura or horns growing out of my head that only they could see. That they could tell I was different. Looking back now and with the recent church scandals it is humorous to think maybe that was not the reason the priest was staring at me!
I remember the first time I saw The Satanic Bible by Anton Szandor LaVey. It was on a shelf in a local used book store mixed in with other random paperback books. Having been raised in "mainstream religion", I immediately understood the word "Bible". But Satanic? Of course I knew who "Satan" was. He was this bad, bad man with hooves and horns and a tail. How could there possibly be a Bible that had to do with Satan? Nervous and afraid due to my upbringing, yet intrigued and curious as had always been my personality and nature, I picked up the book and quickly flipped through it..seeing Infernal names and Rituals and my mind wandered to what at the time was showing on TV on any given day and any given talk show. The Satanic Panic of the 80s. This book I was holding must indeed be the work of the Devil! I put the book back on the shelf and walked away, hoping that just by touching it or laying eyes on its text would not condemn my sould to burn in Hell for eternity!
But, my curiosity. My curiosity kept that book in the back of my mind. I mean, how bad could it be? Someone actually thought it was ok enough to put into print. So maybe...maybe all this stuff I read and saw on TV was just to draw ratings...good old media sensationalism. So I vowed to go back to the book store and get that copy of the Black Book (if they still had it) and read it myself. I went and it was there and I purchased it. I brought it home...and put it on my bookshelf. And it sat there for quite awhile because all of that indoctrination I had gone through as a child kept telling me "It's bad". Don't read it. If you do, you'll just disappear. Monsters under the bed type thoughts. My curiosity and questioning won out eventually and I took the book off the shelf, opened it up, and didn't put it down until the last page was read.
Monday, May 28, 2012
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The first in what I hope to be many blogs containing my random thoughts, observances, interests and hobbies among other things.
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