THE Penumbra said to the Umbra

THE Penumbra said to the Umbra, “At one moment you
move: at another you are at rest. At one moment you sit
down: at another you get up. Why this instability of
purpose?"
“I depend," replied the Umbra, “upon something which
causes me to do as I do; and that something depends in
turn upon something else which causes it to do as it does.
My dependence is like that of a snake's scales or of a
cicada's wings. How can I tell why I do one thing, or why
I do not do another?"

Chuang Tzu one day saw an empty skull, bleached, but still preserving its shape. Striking it with his riding-whip, he said: “Wert thou once some ambitious citizen whose inordinate yearnings brought him to this pass?--
some statesman who plunged his country into ruin and perished in the fray?--some wretch who left behind him a legacy of shame?--some beggar who died in the pangs of hunger and cold? Or didst thou reach this state by the natural course of old age?"When he had finished speaking, he took the skull and, placing it under his head as a pillow, went to sleep. In the
night he dreamt that the skull appeared to him and said: "You speak well, sir; but all you say has reference to the life of mortals, and to mortal troubles. In death there are none of these. Would you like to hear about death?"

Chuang Tzu having replied in the affirmative, the skull began: “In death there is no sovereign above, and no subject below. The workings of the four seasons are unknown. Our existences are bounded only by eternity.
The happiness of a king among men cannot exceed that which we enjoy."
Chuang Tzu, however, was not convinced, and said: “Were I to prevail upon God to allow your body to be born again, and your bones and flesh to be renewed, so that you could return to your parents, to your wife, and
to the friends of your youth,--would you be willing?"At this the skull opened its eyes wide and knitted its brows and said: “How should I cast aside happiness greater than that of a king, and mingle once again in the
toils and troubles of mortality?"

A Look at the Left Hand Path without rose tinted glasses

To do that, I needed to see a plausible reason why anyone would hold such a theory as the ONA held. I could see little plausibility in what the most of the writers on the subject said was the obvious reason.Unable to see either the obvious meaning or make any sense of the attributed obvious doctrine that those who knew the ONA saw, I felt like the youngster viewing the emperor's new clothes. Was I meaning-blind? Was I narrow-minded? Should I just accept that fundamentally different kinds of things could be reasons for LHP thinkers? How could I discover that liberating truth unless I had that elusive direct access to the gossamer threads of meaning that others seemed to see? But try after try, I could only see characters. No aura, no shimmering flashes of meaning met my
eyes. The challenge was to understand what else it could reasonably mean. Anton,Webb,Flowers,
my instinctive assumptions abut these gentlemen are realistic. An expression has a meaning,but only to the writer holding the quill. Luciferianism proposes a theory of what that meaning is.And so does Satanism.Hell,even the dictionary is only a theory. A translation of a passage presupposes the translator's theory; it is not evidence for it.
When we adopt different meaning theories we attribute to the writer different beliefs. If I say that the Entity Lucifer (archetype, tupla, eidolon,take your pick) means dog and you say that it means horse, I attribute to the writer the belief that there is a dog over there and you attribute to him the belief that there is a horse over there. An interpretive theory of a language is more
plausible when it better explains the beliefs it attributes to those who wrote it.
The standard theory attributes an incoherent, mystical, irrational set of beliefs to most on the Left Hand Path.If you put a group of Satanists and Luciferians in a room with a bunch of American Zen and Tibetan Buddhists,you could hardly tell them apart,other then the fact that one group hates Christians and the other Buddhists. That, and not appeal to unity for change within ones self,is the unifying Flag for the Path these days.And it is a waste time to hate those who hold you in such contempt.Mock them,have a joke and a smile ,then sit down and do your own work toward Godhood and Immortality.And that work on the Path can only be done within yourself,not outside pointing fingers at those who you despise.
Suppose a defender of the standard Left Hand Path thought says,“The rules of life are not to be found in Korans, Bibles, Decalogues and Constitutions, but rather the rules of decadence and death. The “law of laws” is not written in Hebrew consonants or upon tables of brass and stone, but in every man’s own heart. He who obeys any standard of right and wrong, but the one set up by his own conscience, betrays himself into the hands of his enemies, who are ever laying in wait to bind him to their millstones. And generally a man’s most dangerous enemies are his neighbors.”
― Ragnar Redbeard, Might Is Right.And then the Luciferian points his finger and utters with spittle flecked lips. "But it's not a failure of our interpretive theory that the Satanists seem irrational. They in fact are!" This simply
begs the question,where is our unity outside of Hate? If they add, "Look, here is what they say," and produce a copy of Might is Right, they then rely on the very theory that is in dispute. Suppose a Setian may add,
"The Satanists may reason differently from the way we reason,we are an evolution of that theory,something more intelligent,refined." I simply ask how they could know such a thing. "Well, look at the Satanist!" That begs the question again,don't look at the Left Hand Path label you think is "less" then yours,spend sometime looking at yourself and see we all want the samething. The only way to confirm the "it doesn't matter if our beliefs seems irrational" hypothesis is to show that on no plausible interpretive theory can we make sense of it. Nothing, of course, can force one to give up bad theories. But if it is a better theory, we ought to adopt it.So lets start coming up with better theories,ones that support the Luciferian,The Satanist,and the Setian (not to forget the Theistic and Atheistic of all those branches of thought)But,this is just one Luciferian's thoughts on the subject,and I can only speak for myself in this matter. Copyright 2015 Vincent Piazza

Happy 2nd...I mean 4th of July!

A few things we should know about the 4th of July,but most of us slept through this lesson in High School History,man that classroom was so warm...

Representatives of the 13 colonies, called the Second Continental Congress, actually voted on July 2, 1776, in Philadelphia to declare independence.But it wasn't until two days later that a congressional committee approved the final draft. And it wasn't until Aug. 2 that delegates signed the document.But when it went to the printer, July 4 was affixed in big letters at the top of broadsheets.

The Liberty Bell or Statehouse Bell, rang to proclaim independence is a myth. The bell cracked twice during testing, was hidden among hay and dung under the floorboards of the Zion Reformed Church so that the British couldn’t capture and melt it into cannons. A myth was created a hundred years later that the bell was rung to summon people at the reading of the proclamation of independence on June 8th 1776. Every year, descendants of the Independence Declaration signers symbolically tap the Liberty Bell 13 times while bells across the nation ring 13 times to honor the 13 original states.

The first and second drafts of the Declaration of Independence were on hemp paper (made from Cannabis Sativa, still mostly illegal in USA,but that is changing it seems,puff,puff,pass) and the final one on parchment (animal hide).

The first signature on the Declaration of Independence was a beautiful signature, which later became a synonym for signature (putting your John Hancock on it), was large because “King George is able to read it without spectacles”, is a myth.

The principal architect of the declaration of independence, Thomas Jefferson believed that people living without governments like the American Indian tribes were much happier than people living under European style governments.Thomas Jefferson, a Virginian delegate who became the nation's third president, wrote the declaration as a formal explanation of why the colonies should secede in June 1776. Adams, later the second U.S. president, and Benjamin Franklin edited.

Its first sentence is a something that should be on the lips of all Luciferians and Pagans these days:

"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."

The second sentence is the one we happen to remember instead: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

A song often sung on the Fourth is “Yankee Doodle” — but did you know it was made up by the British officers to make fun of those “backwoods” defenders of the colonies. When you think of the lyrics, satirical use of the song makes sense.

Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni

To truly appreciate the sarcasm of the lyrics, it’s important to note that “doodle” is most likely a derivative of the German slang word “dudel,” meaning a fool or dunce, and “macaroni” refers to a clownish, oversized wig worn as a part of a foppish masquerade costume.

The last crazy thoughts before I go, instead of having the bald eagle represent the new country, Benjamin Franklin suggested the mighty turkey. He said the eagle just sits around on a tree, watching other birds catch their prey — then snatches it from them. Franklin concluded that the eagle was a bird of “bad moral character.” On the other hand, the turkey was a “true original native of America,” and “though a little vain and silly” it is a “bird of courage,” suggesting it would even attack the Red Coats if they invaded its territory.

And oddly, two signers of the Declaration of Independence, both of whom became president, also died within hours of each other on July 4, 1826, while the country was celebrating its 50th birthday. They were John Adams and Thomas Jefferson.

So Hats off to you Americans ,Happy 2nd....dammit,I mean 4th of July!

A character study:Victor Dee Strider

This is a Character study for the main Character in my upcoming movie, "The Conjuration of Victor Dee Strider,a Modern Faustian Tale"I plan on giving a full character Analysis of all the main parts in the movie to give you,as well as the Actors playing these roles a sense of what type of shoes they need to fill.I hope you enjoy it,almost as much as I've enjoyed Writing it!

Victor Dee Strider is a Master of the Arts of Magic,a Luciferian, as well as a drunk, gambler, thief,and con-man.Pro diabolism to his last breath,he is always looking for the long game,and the next trick.Very vain and always acts in a irreverent or blasphemous manner.There is a charming but idle, empty, hollow feeling about him,as if he's just playing the part a human being.But he wasn't always like this and has spent 20 years studying nearly every facet of the Occult sciences,from Traditional Chinese medicine to Norse runes to philosophy and theology. Victor has also been called upon in the past to teach his skills including his proficiency in the black arts,and took on many students.But as he rises up through his field and gains respect from some, fear from others,he begin to use Drugs and let his addictions control him.He started working for the Mob and the Triads at the same time as a Mage for hire and did the Black Mass for cold hard cash.The petty dabblers loved him,and told him so at every step. Still, nothing in this seedy underworld that he put himself in appeases his need for a broader understanding of the world of Magic and all that is in it. Victor was willing to give up everything he has to gain this understanding,but instead turned his back on the Art for wine,woman and a fast buck.This dissolution pervades everything he does.and after sometime of this,the lack of satisfaction and joy is too much and he becomes a hermit in his house, rarely talking to anyone or going out.And then he gets sick,starts seeing things,even the smallest spell he casts bring strange results.He goes to a Doctor friend he knows in the Mob,and finds out some horrible news,He has a Brain Tumor growing in his head,and it has been there for quite some time,he has 3 weeks to live.

Victor is on a desperate quest to find answers,and it shows in every move he makes; to discover how he can trick his way into completing the great work,and how this will affect his place in the larger scheme of things.Victor has a messiah complex which only gets larger as the story goes on.He is unaware how far he has fallen that he had become an entertainment for the fools that follow him,as well as the spirits that he works with,he is the subject of their admiration and scorn in equal parts.His amorality and cynicism give, what would be a very dull character, life.And as he comes to grips with the fact that he is going to die we see a glimpse of Humility and a resigned acceptance of his fate.But,this quality never lasts for long,and his pride and tenacity often rears its head through out the movie.

He often wears a hat and vest,Sometimes a full suit in the 1950's style of men's dress,at others just a Heavy Metal T-shirt and jeans.Walks around like he owns the place,but as we get deeper into the film we see him start to shrink in on himself at times and even have some self-doubt.Defiant till the end,and no regrets,That is Victor Dee Strider.

It was a time of Summer Demons,and Magic floods...A conversation with Lilith.

It was the time of Summer Demons,and Magic floods the pools of my heart and mind. Every stream poured into the river, which swelled in its turbid course. The banks receded so far from each other that it was impossible to tell a Luciferian from a Satanist,Witch from Magician.Then the Spirit of the Lake Pontchartrain laughed at my foolish blind eyes and all the satire of the earth was gathered within me. Down with the stream I journeyed east until I reached the ocean.There, looking eastwards and seeing no limit to its waves, My face changed,my heart broke,and Lilith laid her hand upon my fevered brow. And as I gazed over the expanse, I sighed and said to Lilith, “He who has heard but part of the truth thinks no one equal to himself. And such a one am I.”“She just kissed my cheek and stroked my hair.When formerly I heard people detracting from the Grand work of the Left Hand Path or underrating the heroism of the Way,I did not believe such would effect me,and my own path. But now that I have looked upon your inexhaustibility of fighting from left to right,Satan to Lucifer,Atheistic to Theistic--alas for me I have no dog in this fight, I shall forever be a laughing-stock to those of comprehensive LHP belief!"To which Lilith replied: “You cannot speak of ocean to a well-frog,--the creature of a narrower sphere. You cannot speak of ice to a summer insect,--the creature of a season. You cannot speak of Magic to a pedagogue: his scope is too restricted. But now that you have emerged from your narrow sphere and have seen the great work, you know your own insignificance,and I can speak to you of great principles.The branches of the Left and the Right--are they not to the universe but like puddles in a marsh? The Left Hand Path--is it not to the surrounding ocean like a man drowning on a piece of driftwood? Of all the myriad magical paths,Luciferianism is but one. And of all those who inhabit the Left Hand Path, live on the fruit of the black flame, and move about in the sinister way, an individual Practitioner is but one. Is not he, as compared with all creation, but as the tip of a hair upon a Beelzebub's Head?“Dimensions are limitless; time is endless. Conditions are not invariable; terms are not final. Thus, the wise Luciferian looks into space, and does not regard the small as too little, nor the great as too much; for he knows that
there is no limit to dimension. He looks back into the past, and does not grieve over what is far off, nor rejoice over what is near; for he knows that time is without end. He investigates fulness and decay, and does not rejoice if he succeeds, nor lament if he fails; for he knows that conditions are not invariable. The Left Hand Adapt who clearly apprehends the scheme of existence does not rejoice over life, nor repine at death; for he knows that terms are not final.”

If you adopt, as absolute, a standard of evenness and a criterion of what is right which is so only when convenient, your results will not be even or right.Those who trust to their senses become slaves to objective existences. Those alone who are guided by
their intuitions find the true standard. So far are the senses less reliable than the intuitions. Yet fools trust to their senses to know what is good for mankind, with alas but poor results.So live your life by the song of your gut,let that deep feeling guide your actions on the Left Hand Path,and always to thine own self be true.

The Conjuration of Victor Dee Strider, A Modern Faustian Tale

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Lucferi dancing at the St John Eve Head washing ceremony...

I've just returned from the most important Voodoo holiday of the year in New Orleans with St. John’s Eve celebrations and rituals honoring the great Hoodoo Queen Marie Laveau. It is a longstanding tradition, Voodoo baptisms have been performed on the banks of Bayou St. John each year on St. John's Eve since Marie Laveau was the reigning Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. According to Alyne Pustanio, "Madame Laveau held a yearly rite on the night of St. John’s Feast, gathering at the shores of the bayou in New Orleans that bears his name. There, she and her devotees would worship the powerful Lwa (spirits) of their belief system with offerings and gifts to ensure a propitious year. The rites have more to do with pagan Midsummer celebrations than with the Church-sanctioned feast of St. John, but because these gatherings were held on his feast day, St. John the Baptist is forever associated with Voodoo—and Marie Laveau—in New Orleans" (Pustanio, 2012, p. 56)It was fantastically moving,I could feel the serpent dance up and down my spine as I moved to the beat of the drums.The houngan and mambo did an grand job of keeping the Loa happy,and the crowd controlled. Every loa is responsible for a particular aspect of life, with the dynamic and changing personalities of each loa reflecting the many possibilities inherent to the aspects of life over which they preside,and I could feel many in attendance.The cadence rose as each one of us made our way to leave an offering at the altar of Marie Laveau,born  in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, Thursday September 10th, 1801. She was the natural daughter of two free persons of color, both biracial, one of whom was Creole. The beautiful Marie Laveau,was the most famous and powerful Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She was respected and feared by all.You could feel the reverence and respect wash over you in waves.As I stood there swaying to the chants and music,the calling of Papa Legba,I felt a welling sense of pride in being from this great city, and the honor invested in me to take part in a ritual that has gone on here since 1874.I made an offering of a home made doll and a pouch of tobacco ,as I felt it fitting to leave a part of my work at her feet(She was the first commercial Voodoo Queen and she specialized in romance and finance. She was a very astute business woman)I made my Appeals 3 times with full concentration,and then offered The Hat to her feet and let it drink in her presence.When the water came around for the head washing,it had gotten quite hot by that time,but the moment the liquid touched my brow,I could feel a cooling sensation travel through my entire body.I want to thank Island of Salvation Botanica and La Source Ancienne Ounfo for putting on a wonderful ritual,and letting this old son of New Orleans and Luciferian take part.             "On the eve of St. John
I must wander alone,
In thy bower, I may not be!"- Marie Glassion, nee Lavaux

Beginners primer of the art for fun and profit

Beginners primer of the art for fun and profit.

Beginners primer of the art for fun and profit

“The subconscious has a symbolic language that is truly a universal language, for it speaks with the vocabulary of the great vital constants, sexual instinct, feeling of death, physical notion of the enigma of space—these vital constants are universally echoed in every human. To understand an aesthetic picture, training in the appreciation is necessary, cultural and intellectual preparation. For Surrealism the only re requisite is a receptive and intuitive human being.” --Salvador Dali

Well hello aspiring conjurers, I would like to start this work with a discussion about the components of ritual and how any ritual that you come across can be broken down into four simple steps. We will also be talking about Salvador Dali’s “Paranoid Critical” method, because in prison or in any stressful situation or living condition this method seems to be the most efficient way to gain great progress in a conjurer’s practice of the Art Magick.
The four simple components that any ritual can be broken down into are:
1. the opening word
2. the circle or the sphere
3. the main body of work
4. the closing word
No that matter how simple or complex a ritual may be these components are universally followed in most if not all of contemporary Western occultism. This framework goes back to the earliest attempts of man to create ritual and to work with the gods and spirits of almost every culture since the dawn of time. Examples can be found in the early Sumerian and Babylonian writings, The Greek Magical Papyri (Latin Papyri Graecae Magicae, abbreviated PGM), as well as the Egyptian book of the dead, Tibetan Buddhist Tantric practice, and ancient Taoist Shamanic workings. Adam Falkenstein in his 1931 "Haupttypen der sumerischen Beschwörungen" was the first to observe and record four principal categories of Sumerian incantation. Falkenstein studied the late Udug-hul incantations to make these distinctions, and right away we can see a correlation to Ritual Magick as it is practiced today.
Type1. Legitimationstyp (Legitimation type)
Cunningham:"priestly legitimation" -Incantations in which a exorcist legitimates himself as a representative of a deity.

Type 2. Prohylaktischer
Cunningham: "Prophylactic-type incantation"(Prophylactic = protecting from disease or infection) *Note-Most Disease or sickness in Sumerian Magic was thought to be a Demon or Evil Spirit

Type 3. Marduk-Ea typ
Cunningham: “divine dialogues" -Incantations which contain the transfer of ritual instruction from a senior to a juior god,this transfer in effect re-enforces the corresponding actual ritual of the Exorcist

Type 4. Weihungtyp/Kultmittelbeschworung (.Ritual sealing Practices of the Exorcist)
Cunningham: "Consecration of divine purifiers"-These Incantations consecrate or seal items or places for example the Tamarisk or the Reed, which were seen as pure and able to bestow that purity upon the Exorcist. Places like the Ziggurat or Ritual chamber were seen as conduits between the divine and temporal worlds. This type of incantation might correctly be seen as pre-empting or post-cleaning a ritual procedure.
It is my belief, from the research that I’ve done, that the complex ritual form of Western magic today directly stems from the Babylonian and Sumerian ritual ideas of yesteryear. These four Sumerian types of invocation and incantation were singular rituals but with the addition of Greco-Roman, Egyptian, and Renaissance influences, ritual magic today is a fusion of the four types I have outlined above. . To quote Jake Stratton-Kent from his well-researched work, The Geosophia” The over emphasis on the Judao-Christian elements in the grimoires has long obscured the immense contribution of the Graco-Roman or Hellenistic world to Western magic. Ancient Jewish and Christian traditions were but parts of this world. “ Now some of you may say “but Vincent, what about the spell work without a circle! There are metric tons of work that use no circle at all, especially on the left hand path!” And I say fiddlesticks to such balderdash, the circle is almost always there in every ritual ever performed by man, woman, God or beast …

To quote Jake Stratton-Kent once more” In short a circle is not an obsolete symbol of a superstitious fear of spirits, but an intentionally created ritual space for various Purposes. It is not always required for all kinds of ritual work, but neither is it of no value, quite the contrary. Making sacred space is among the most primal of rituals, such intentional actions are as worthy of the term Psychoactive as any substance.” For want of a better term you may call it the aura, the bioelectrical field, the second skin, the Hara or the tan tien … Whatever you choose to call it this force that you admit from the center of your being is the circle that all magicians cast at each ritual. Be it from your mind’s eye, your forefinger or the ritual sword and dagger, we use the life force to protect ourselves in most if not all ritual workings. In fact without it you would die, or be soon at the threshold of death’s door…… But I wandered too far, too soon....... An excerpt from the GRIMORIUM CARCERIS Copyright 2015 Vincent Piazza