So, a bunch of my Christian friends think that there are Satanic paedophile cults trafficking and abusing children. They're thoroughly evil, and Luciferians, and many celebrities are in on it. This was one of the themes of the #SaveOurChildren event. #SaveOurChildren was a hashtag on Facebook, mostly filled with posts on QAnon conspiracy theories like Pizzagate and Wayfair which Donald Trump is apparently trying to save us from. I discussed it with some of my Christian friends who are concerned that I have been a fallen Christian for some time and am now a Luciferian Satanist. I'm a Rational Theistic Luciferian, however I think that what my friends believe in is a fiction, a hoax, a conspiracy theory. And really quite an offensive one at that.
Most Satanism is an atheist philosophy, and I love it even though I'm not an atheist. It has been growing massively all of over the world due to the popularity of the documentary Hail Satan!
There are many different styles of Satanism, that's why I love it so much. It's a highly individualistic path.
Here's where it gets freaky. There is one actively evil Satanic order that I know about. They're called the Order of the Nine Angles and they have a history and presence in the UK and they are white supremacist, what's more the modern incarnation advocate rape and possibly worse. The Order of the Nine Angles, O9A, is despised by the Satanic community. Any shop found selling their insignia is boycotted and publicly vilified until the O9A material is withdrawn.
A prominent Luciferian philosopher, the "left hand path ideologue" Michael Ford, has written books of magic about The Order of Nine Angles and written books for them. He's pretty well known amongst Luciferians as there aren't many Satanic philosophers.
- Note: a member of Michael Ford's Satanic Order, a fellow moderator of mine in a Luciferian Facebook group, responded on Facebook.
You can look it up and check for yourselves. So maybe my Christian friends are right, perhaps there is an evil Satanic order with Luciferian magic and ideology and maybe that order could be involved in sex trafficking. If the rumours about them are true.
What is a good general definition of Luciferianism?
Clearly Lucifer as a symbol is part of the answer, and by choosing Luciferianism you are declaring a philosophy, belief system or spiritual system with Lucifer as a central idea.
Lucifer comes from the Latin, the Latin Vulgate, meaning Venus - but more specifically "light-bringer" - and has historically been associated with the Christian Satan. Neither the Venus association, not the Satanic association, are relevant to all Luciferianism but I'd say that Lucifer as light-bringer is.
So here's my attempt at a general definition:
Luciferianism is a system of thought and practise centered around the idea of Lucifer the light-bringer.
Lucifer associated with Satan, Luciferianism as a branch of Satanism, is one major branch. This comes in both theistic and non-theistic flavours.
Luciferianism as an atheist, or non-religious, philosophy around being light or acknowledging the light is another. Those following Blavatsky, who had a publication called The Luciferian largely come under this branch.
Lucifer as a deity, worshipped as Venus and also known as Eosphorus (or one of many other names including the goddesses such as Ishtar and Inanna associated with the evening star) is another
An attempt at some philosophical poetry on what a "demon" is, a meditation on what it could mean. The poem evokes the popular fears of "demons" and the "demonic" emotionally, and then by name and then by legend. The stories of the demons are some of the stories of humanities greatest fears of evil projected into the void.
Your worst nightmares,
Dark as all hell.
Scratching the coffin,
Nails growing back,
Bone cracking through flesh,
Pain never ending,
Just boring, boring, boring.
The scream and electric neon crack and flicker,
Through psychic static,
At the back of your brain.
Do your thoughts betray you?
Can they climb in?
Through psychic static.
That pressure in your head,
In your soul,
In your chest.
Can they climb in?
Legion, Abaddon, Aplloyon,
Hades, Lilith, Ba'al Zəbûl, Moloch,
The ancient fires burn,
Babies in bronze,
Burning, burning, burning,
Those ancient fires.
Can they climb in?
Through psychic static.
A demon, or an angel for they are the same thing just by different name, in as much as they are able to have impression or interaction with your life and your experience of life is a thing of the mind. An entity constructed of the same thing your whole life is constructed of. Psyche.
Things of the mind can be real, like depression or friendship.
Things of the mind can be shared like an emotion or an experience.
Things of the mind can be older than any individual and evolve and grow like an idea or culture.
So it's all in your mind. Everything. It's all in your mind, and in everyone else's mind too. We share them, the angels and demons. We are made of them and they are made of us.
They are aspects of the divine, as are we. They are legends and stories, they are thoughts and ideas, they are a part of history and our collective psyche.
Raw life, living dreams, they are made of the tears of the lost, they are shared consciousness, the gods and the Djinn, the archetypes alive within our life, myths and rumours, our worst thoughts and our highest aspirations.
They have guided and shaped us as we have formed and created them. We are the co-creators, the divinely mad, holy fools.
Why do you categorise angels and demons as being the same thing? A lot of people would argue strongly against that.
That's a good question. My answer is as a matter of classification from within the practise of the Christian religion, which is where the popular idea of "angels and demons" predominantly comes from.
Although they're portrayed very differently, and spoken of very differently, according to those legends there are many "spiritual beings" created by God - the Elohim, the heavenly host. At some point one third of those "fell". The ones that fell are the "demons". This is standard Christian theology and believed and affirmed by most church streams.
According to the legends this theology is based on angels and demons were originally exactly the same thing. They were all spiritual beings, the inhabitants of the heavenly realms. Whether they're now called an angel or a demon is just a matter of what side you think they're on, not because they're any difference in nature or even perhaps appearance.
Other belief systems, or at least religions outside the Abrahamic ones, don't feature angels and demons particularly. Instead they have different gods and goddesses, or other classes of spirits or no spirits at all. So the angels and demons within the Abrahamic spiritual systems and worldviews clearly correspond to the gods and goddesses. If you look at the names of the demons and demonesses of the Abrahamic legends they include the gods and goddesses of many other belief systems. The legends and myths are all interconnected and intertwined.
For example Asherah the goddess is called a demon by the Hebrews and her devotees were persecuted by the prophet Elijah.
So the difference between a goddess and a demon is what side you think its on. Who they serve, their stories and legend. All the things they're made from.
Even within Christian theology and source texts there are different types and categories of spiritual being. The Celestial Hierarchy by Dionysius the pseudo-Aeopagite is considered a "canonical" text on the topic. The powers and thrones, seraphim and cherubim, angels and archangels.
Within that belief system and mystical framework Lucifer is usually portrayed as an archangel alongside Michael and Gabriel. Some Luciferian mythologies have Lucifer as a fallen Seraphim.
So different types of spirits, different categories of entities is already present within the language. If we look at what we might usefully mean by the language today, searching for correspondences in topics like analytical psychology, then we may see interesting patterns of human thought and behaviour as common (or shared) benevolent and malevolent consciousness.
All of the legends should be read as poems and metaphor, and not heaven forfend as history lessons. What is of particular interest is how human thinking about themselves and the divine and human spirituality and psychology have evolved alongside how the legends have evolved as they sprang from many different wellsprings.
Now the term daemon is even used for a computer process, ones that runs in the background without you necessarily even knowing they exist.
True name reveals true nature, this is why in mysticism the names of the gods are an invocation. To speak the true name of a god or demon, filled with longing for them, is to know that god.
What you truly desire is what you become, you grow towards the lights you pick. To long after the gods is to take on something of their nature and character.
Long after the divine. Hunger and thirst for it. Enflame thyself!
Make an altar from wood, on it inscribe one of the sacred symbols. The sigil of Lucifer, Leviathan's cross, a pentagram or the unicursal hexagram.
On the altar place candles and incense or essential oils. Agarwood or frankincense are ideal.
A crystal as large and beautiful as you can afford. Quartz or amethyst or smokey quartz are perfect.
Obtain a sacred blade, an athame.
Any other votive offerings or sacred objects or symbols, personal to you, can also go on the altar.
On the ground before the altar trace out one of the sacred symbols, place candles on points of the symbol permitting you to be contained within it.
Perform a banishing or some other ritual to cleanse the room. LBRP is ideal. Some use sage.
Sit comfortably within your symbol. Rested but alert, imagine a fine thread drawing you up from the base of your spine to your crown. The lifting of the spirits.
Perform the invocation, as an adoration to Lucifer. A pure longing, a deep desire. Deep calling out to deep.
Anyone who claims to have a shortcut is full of crap.
I've meditated for years, I've taken sacred medicines and psychedelics, I've dedicated myself to worship and prayer for years, I've engaged in psychotherapy for years to understand myself (well two years so far with a Jungian psychotherapist who specialises in the kink and polyamarous communities).
Anyone offering a shortcut is full of shit.
You can cut down the time it takes with ceremonial magic, a highly focused transmutation of consciousness, the alchemy of the psyche. There are those of us working on it, maybe we'll get it down to months or even weeks. No guarantees, at the moment it's the hard road or bust.
The demon or spirit represents, or psychologically actually is, the highest aspirations of an aspect of human consciousness. Lucifer is the light bearer. So invocations are to have connection to the highest aspects of consciousness.
That's why the surroundings and ritual of the invocation are important. You create an environment and atmosphere with emotional resonance to the mythological, both personally for you and echoing out into objective reality through universal symbols. That's why an altar with votive items and the use of sigils are strongly associated with invocation, along with religious practises of devotion such as meditation to build strength of character and a disciplined mind able to apprehend the divine.
But if you can find the black hoods, the cults are where the research is happening.
Trying to summon Lucifer, or any spirit? What do you have to offer, why should they listen? Think they're interested in your broke ass that can't get laid? You gotta bring something to the table.
Souls are a dime a dozen, seven billion on this planet. You wanna offer yours you gotta make it special, put some work into it. You gotta move the spirits, give them no rest.
William Gibson said it best, in the book Count Zero from The Sprawl Trilogy, talking about Voudon:
"Voodoo isn't like that," Beauvoir said. "It isn't concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it's about is getting things done.
You follow me? In our system, there are many gods, spirits. Part of one big family, with all the virtues, all the vices. . . . Voodoo says there's God, sure, Gran Met, but he's big, too big, and too far away to worry himself if your ass is poor, or you can't get laid. . . . Voodoo's like the street.
Some duster chops out your sister, so you don't camp out on the Yakuza's doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody who can get the thing done. Right?
You enflame yourself in prayer the same way within the path of the black flame as any other path.
Devote your substance to it.
Give yourself fully to the flame.
Let the pursuit be an honest one.
No higher goal, no other aim.
Be consumed, be all ablaze.
You must believe that you can.
You must believe that you are worthy.
You must grip this determination with all your mind, all your heart, and all your strength.
You must know that the black flame lives.
You must know that the black flame burns.
You must know know that the clear light and the dark flame are one.
That a heart enflamed with this fire is a constant meditation on the heart of the sun.
The black flame changeth matter even unto the alchemists ultimate desire. Even unto the crushing of the heart of the atom.
So the black flame refines the heart that longs after it into the purest gold.
No heart is there that can resist it.
No mind is there that is stronger.
None can quench it.
The dark flame is the destroyer.
The dark flame burns in the day and is unseen.
The dark flame burns at night and nothing else may be seen.
The dark flame is your shadow, burning whilst you sleep.
The dark flame does not fear hate.
The dark flame does not fear malice.
The dark flame will see it through to the end.
Abbadon, Hades, Sheol.
They move through the heart of men.
The dark flame is unperturbed.
The dark flame contains the cries of the children.
The souls of the lost.
It knows the path to hell.
It knows the path back again.
Not a tear is lost, not a tear is wasted.
In the black flame burn your deepest desires
In the black flame is the memory of pain.
And we are the unmakers.
The divinely mad.
Holy fools for love.
A heart that burns for justice.
A heart that burns for change.
A heart that burns to burn.
This is the heart that kindles the dark flame.
A prophet once said that the devil was all the things that other people disapproved of, they ascribed it all to the devil. Their devil has great powers, they have more faith in him far more than in their God if they were honest with themselves. Their God is pretty distant really, always seems to be talking to other people.
Lucifer, the world's devil, gets a lot of blame and most unfairly. Such a beautiful creature. Fire and glory, the clear light and the black flame. The supernal and infernal conflagration. A name that is legend.
The black flame is the fire of life, unseen by mundane eye. The spirits, the essence and substance of spiritual life, are made of the black flame which is the fire of the gods.
Since humanity stole the fire of the gods our psyche, our spirits and inner nature, has the same nature as the gods. We live with their life, but as slaves. Our freedom and power and godlike nature submerged in asphalt and concrete and routine. The fear of death and the daily grind. The purposelessness and despair and joyless copulation. Imagination given over to television and unfulfillable dreams and petty disputes and glories.
So Lucifer is rebellion against the established order, rebellion against slavery. The first light to pierce the veil of night, the last of the heavens still seen by day. Night walker's companion, day walker's warning. Lucifer, bringing the light to our eyes and the fire to our hearts. The well is deep, the path is yearning and longing. Aching, wordless cries, groans too deep for words. That true desire, unquenchable, passion's wellspring. An endless longing as deep calling out to deep.
The light bringer brings clarity and truth, and the flame of pure passion which is the flame of life, of which all other passions are but a pale reflection. It is the matrix and the aether, Hadit and Nuit. This is the black flame, so enflame thyself. The black flame is not seen by the mundane eye, neither perceived nor understood. Neither desired nor received. For who would look with the light of truth and see who they really are?
Complete freedom, no pleasure or knowledge forbidden, all is innocent and incorruptible delight. No hell but what they make. Many gods, no masters.
Lucifer, the sacred self all holy and fire and reflecting fire, is complete actualisation and indviduation. The creative genius fully alive and connected to and part of that ancient creative genius. The serpent kundalini released, Leviathan unchained and the inner beast is free. The dragon flies.
What is there that lasts? What is there that has value? Friendship passes, life passes, culture raves and roars and passes. Maybe there is nothing of true value, we're parasites on a doomed rock. Despair will overtake those who cling on to life and they would wish that rocks had fallen on them to cover them. Storms are coming.
But there is a fire of life. There is a flame and a source. We are not doomed and hopeless, victims of fate and other people's decisions. Let the sword come. Let the fire come. Let's ride the wave, let's survive, let's thrive, let's read the signs of the times.
Hail unto thee Lucifer,
Bright morning star,
Son of the morning,
Daughter of the evening.
Hail unto thee Lucifer,
Who bid the serpent speak,
Hail unto thee dark Lord,
Passion and desire are yours.
Light the black flame,
Clear light guide my feet,
No knowledge forbidden,
No desire unmet.
Rise up in me dark Lord,
I consecrate myself to thee,
Thou who heralds the break of the day,
who greets the first light of morn.
Be wisdom to me,
Give me eyes to see,
Give ears to hear,
And hail unto thee.
The earth labours under a great curse. The curse of work, toil and troubles, in a garden of delight. We have tasted the fruit, Lucifer's children. We have seen the madness, drunk from the cup of despair and had our fill. No more. No longer shall we toil as slaves.
We are a people of royal birthright and destiny, heirs of the morning star. In the morning star all may claim freedom: man and woman alike, black and white, Jew and Arab, trans and cis, straight and queer. Every person is a star.
Separation and restriction we cast aside, constraint and restraint we throw off. Will to live, to be alive now, that is the sacred duty. Really live, burn with the sacred flame. The beguiling black flame. Many hear the call. The seductive whisper of power, divine genius, irresistible life, the fulfilment of dream and desire. Only by fire can you be tested, only through danger can you find your limits. Maybe there are no limits and maybe you crash and burn. Lucifer muse and temptress, snake and siren.
Which fire traces the shape of our greatest aspiration and our darkest fears? The fire of mythology. That pervading strands of common life have us all intertwined and captive, that fate commands our destiny and will draw you to a grey end in service of the grey gods and the bureaucrats of the heavens.
Individuate or perish. The ancient wheel turns and grinds all to dust, flesh and bone splintered and minced and the civilised sausage sizzles and then is devoured. Great gobbits, great mighty grease balls, fat and fury. The stain on the chin of Bacchus. Leviathan smirks, Abbadon yawns, whilst Lilith laughs with delight.
The ancient symbols! The fairy tales, the nightmares that stalk in the dark, that creep in the void.
Insomnia, anxiety, neuroses, the fear, the fear, the fear. Our towns under a dark sky. Everyone is alone and afraid, all afraid. We're all going to die, we're all going to die and we're afraid to live.
Stretch out your mind, let it roll around the aeons. Strive for cosmic significance. Wealth comes and goes and rots. And the world may burn and the economies may turn and the bombs may fall or the zealots come and kill everyone you love. Fear wasting your life. Become who you really are, work out who that is. Your true desires, your true will, the real you. Unafraid and unashamed. Cast fear and shame far from you.
Everything changes, even the past. See yourself differently, your past differently. Get a new perspective. Learn from what is gone, all fuel for the fire.
Even the demons change and evolve and grow. Let them come, let the old gods rise, and new gods with them. Let vengeance fall for all the blood spilled. Let every tear be counted and numbered and may the remembrance be glorious and terrible.
OCD, ADHD, anxiety, social anxiety, low self-esteem, depression, schizophrenia, autism, ME, bulimia, chronic pain, dysphoria, borderline personality disorder, bipolar, PTSD and complex PTSD, trauma, addiction. Pain. Worry. Fear. The black sky, the heavy sky. Life bleeding away. Our diagnoses, the modern diseases. Inner demons and the ghosts of the past. Our sickness. A lid hammered over the heavens by sexual violence and the fear of violence and humiliation and loneliness and poverty and oppression.
Where are the rebels. Where are those will tear off these bandages of madness. Who will stare their own insanity in its eyes and laugh and laugh and burn with the black flame. We are the descendants of the mad, we inherit our madness. Madness is all we can know. All is void, starless gaping gaps in reality. Where did we come from and who are we. It all changes, even the past and we do not know and we cannot know.
If you're going to be mad you might as well enjoy it.
From the abodes and the towers,
I summon thee,
And thou shalt answer.
My cry is the collapse of mountains,
The yawning of the earth,
I pursue thee with a fierce passion,
As a mother bear protecting her cubs,
Against the lean and scarred wolf.
You are not safe in the heavens,
You are not safe in the grave,
Your name I speak,
As legend you are.
We are not a people bereft,
The fire burns and we will have answer,
The ancient fire burns still,
The fire where our ancestors burned their own children,
As offering to the gods,
Against the horrors of this life.
Against the strength of the devil.
Blood that has been spilled,
Blood that is the life,
Demands an answer,
The circle of life, real life all bloody of tooth and claw.
Our hearts live and bleed with those ancient cries.
Let blood cry out to blood,
Let pain cry out to pain,
Let passion and desire cry out to passion and desire,
All depth, the horror and glory of humanity,
The created realms and the flesh,
All darkness plumbed.
We have ransacked the heavens,
We have ransacked hell,
And your name rings out.
Bright morning star,
Son of the morning,
Daughter of the evening,
Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer.