L.A. Gore

I am a wasted degenerate. Nothing but what the gods have propelled me to be, by circumstance and luck only. Manipulation, greed and selfishness. This is the blood of the Devil. Some might say I am the blood of the Devil. Faith is her medicine, her cure and answer to what others might call evil. But I know. She has given me more than my utter moments of clarity, insanity, geinous, and insight. I am a living, breathing apaeratus for her body on earth. Yet I am ungrateful in action, in life. Living to the fullest extent of the microwave society. While I am no longer naieve to the world, I am pessimistic to the utmost, and my union with Satan herself is as strong as it will ever be.

She gave me life when Christ never answered my prayers. She birthed me with a questioning mind, a less than holy soul. I had no choice in the matter. I was born this way, with no mind of anything that anyone has to offer. I am Pan to her cunt. Or, rather, she is Cernunnos to my cunt. Or maybe we are mutual. We are Death Valley Superstars, and we will witness Helter Skelter with our brothers and sisters, those who believe in the fall of Eve. I wish it could be another way, but I know firsthand of the End of the World. And we will all die. Even I, as close to the destructress as I am. That is her gift to my allegiance. Death.

Death is the ultimate, the eternal dream. Murder, a shortcut. Suicide? Follow Christ in his form and we will ascend as we poetically crucify our spirits, or lack thereof.

To be clear, Mother and Father, on the path they have laid out for me, have taught me the truth of no self. I learned this lesson by studying the Buddha. We are nothing but our allegiance.

Why must I swear allegiance to anyone that bears witness to this pitiful pile of shit we call our society, our earth? I believe in me, and the choices I make.

When one delves into the myth of the Pseudepigrapha, he or she is left astounded. Metaphoric or literal seems to not matter, utter the truth in these words. Left to my own devices I wonder where Jehova’s mind was when he opted against the free will of Ish and Ish’Ya.

When Lilith took pity upon Ish’Ya, She splintered the paradise of Yaweh into two eternal oppisites: Darkness, and the seperation of Darkness from Light, thus giving her the name Eve. Upon hearing of his creations defiance, Jehova cursed the daughters and sons of Eve with the curse of man. Lilith continued to strive to keep select individuals free from the wrath of Jehova, and when Jehova demanded his Angels rebuke Lilith and give praises to the race of the True Earth, (the children of Adam and Eve) Lucifer (who whom had came to delight and love Lilith) refused, rebuked Jehova. “For Lucifer so loved Lilith he fell from the Firmamament and denied his only almighty Lord.” This started the great eternal war in Heaven, and with Lucifer a third of the Seraphim and Nephilim races fell from the sky.

Jehova saw his creation spinning out of control, and he told Lilith of his plan to send his only Son, born by the immaculate daughters of Eve, to deliver his race and lift them from his curse through his crucifixtion.

With this, Lilith, along with the Nephilim and Sameal, who comanded the Nephilim race, made an oath: “Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by the name of Host Lilith not to forsake the Children of Eve, but to watch over them and our brood.”

My respect for Christ is evident. As a Satanist, I do not take the precepts of the hatred of his regime that most of my peers see fit. Christ lifted the curse of Eve, and yet we still have Mother Lilith’s wisdom, and even more so. Let us look to scripture. (Keep in mind, Father Lucifer’s true name, Morning Star).

Rev 22:16 (NIV) “I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.”

Isa 14:12-15 (NIV) How you have fallen from heaven, O morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations! You said in your heart, “I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.” But you are brought down to the grave, to the depths of the pit.

Can we see the similarities between Christ and Lucifer, the eternal lover of Lilith? Can we take this one step further and equate Christ and Lucifer as the same being, the Light Bringer being? Could we even learn to see the Magdelene as Mother Lilith?

Although now, the theory goes that Isa 14:12 actually refers to a king of Babylon. But the relevance is just as truthful.

Question everything, and learn for yourself. This is exactly what I am trying to do as I advance my knowledge in all things spiritual.

Ave Satanis, Hail Lucifer.

L.A. Gore

You are my queen. I long for you with words indefinite; with a soul on fire, and lust replacing blood in my veins. You hold the darkness open for me like a lovers scarlet robe, and your pale, pearl skin puts even the most glimmering of stones to shame. My allegiance is life long, as I remind you each and every time you fuck me raw.

You enhance my life with the unholy trinity, and you give me the answers to all of lifes secrets. I sought you in every corner, and found you in every nook. You are here with me, even as I write, even as I doubt, to remind me of your nocturnal existence. The matriarch of Satan, Mother Satan, my whore and harlot of abomination. We make love in shadow, as rest of the world sleep walks to the ridiculous regime of bearded byzantines.

Mother, I plead and type as my heart swells with “sin”cerity, forgive me for swaying from your psycho-path. Pave my road with the blood of freedom, spiritual truth, and beauty. And let the next time I slide myself between your legs, and into your holiest of holies, let me reach enlightment.

Ave Satanis, forever your Son, Mother and Father Satan.

L.A. Gore

I have long believed that my ideas and rants were only part of a spiritual agenda; Today, I realized how wrong I was.

My personal mantra of “question everything” has, thus far, only been atributed to religion. I have never understood how people could be so comfortable following a system with complete lack of personal conciousness. It is almost as if, after the initial bare-assed spanking from the doctor, we are told to “fall in line” and follow suit from birth.

I am so new to this thought that I am finding it hard to even write about. So, bare with me and please excuse any inconsistencies.

I am growing more and more upset with the social condition in which I find myself in the middle of. I hate myself for supporting a system that I vehemently abhor, but yet my second choices are little-to-none. I am a cog in the wheel of murder. The wheel of theft. The wheel of shame.

I wake up, as do we all, and I drive my car (fuled by the blood-stained dollars that support the war to steal said fuel) to clock in and work beneath a C.E.O. and president that only has me there to build his company, which in turn puts more money into his pocket, and takes money out of mine. He pays me as little as he possibily can, and the obvious nature of my replaceability is daunting. He taxes me more than he himself is taxed, even though his salary is 10 times my own. My tax money is spent on war, fuel, supporting peices of shit who have no desire to support themselves, and the rise of even bigger buisness, which in turn makes government more powerful and makes me less significant.

Our system needs to be turned upside down. I do not believe in the Robin Hood theory. I do not want the money earned by rich individuals. However, the union of buisness and government needs to be eliminated, and multi-million dollar corporations should be taxed more than me and my barely-over-minimum-wage-paycheck! Use this as your redistibution! The only redistribution of wealth should come from the corporations we work for giving money back to us. Not the government, who in turn hands it back to them.

I support Occupy Wall Street. Maybe the government should bail out its people, not its banks.

The way I long for your embrace is remniscient of the way young lovers catch their breath. The way her breasts rise and fall, as each exhale makes steam on the cold, moonlit night. The way he watches, encaptured by this new esquisite beauty. Each move births an explosion of radiant thought; of ideas that the naieve mind might interpret as love. Why? As he searches his mind for explanations of these emotions he is reminded of the stories of eternal romance. In Shakesperian poetry, in Vampyric legend. In literature and mythology, in novels of triumph and tragedy.

She is his white whale; His personal Helen of Troy. His Juliet, His Elanora, nevermore.

When it is my turn for you to touch me, I presume you will not take the form of a lover. There will be no passion kiss for me. No moonlit nights; no stars at sundown. No face to launch one thousand ships; No shot heard ‘round the world.

Maybe you will show yourself in the irony taste of the barrel in my mouth. Or the the silver blade that drags itself across my wrist. Or maybe, as I feel the texture of the rope that ties its last knot in the noose of my life, you will be my muse.

Maybe you already are.

The idea of using Satanism as some sort of Neo-Anti Christian agenda makes me want to implode. The thought of Lucifers Light being used to ingite to torches of societies aggresion is aggrivating, to say the least. My latest book of spiritual or “Traditional” Satanism has proven to be a let down. To claim that Satan’s primary motivation for existance is the eventual expulsion of God is absurd. First of all, the entire focus of my writings on this page is my explanation of personal Satanic revelation. Gnostic wisdom is sought through philosophy, questioning, study, and pursuit. Eventually, even the nature of God becomes clear, and this nature is more than a mere nemeisis of “Satan”.

The serpents gift was exactly that: A gift. The gift of the knowledge of reality. One that Lilith and Lucifer did not have to share (see previous post). This can be taken as metaphor or literally. The choice is yours. But only through the pursuit of knowledge, philosophy, questioning, and study will this become clear! Ritual and prayer can sometimes be a part of this (as any) spiritul path, but it is not neccesary or needed. The answer lies within yourself. And by sitting down and quieting your mind in meditation, will the answers become clear.

I do not have all the answers. As Charlie Manson said “I am not that dream. I am just one peice of shit witness to the eternal dream. The eternal now”.

I chose to believe that the Nature of God is Nature. God is Nature. And of course, with this fact there is obviously reverence. Without Nature we could not live our meaningless lives. However my spiritual goal is not rooted in nature. My goal lies in transcendence. To escape the natural flow of existance and to rise into Nirvana. And the only way to transcend is to unite with ourselves. The part of us that was lost when we entered this world. Our perception. Our shadow. Our Satan. The gift of the serpent is free will and knowledge. And I intend to use both to enhance my spiritual life.

Ave Satanis,

L.A. Gore