One last time in 2016, dusk is falling, and the golden horizon looks beautiful from behind the window... it's been a cruelly cold day though, barely climbing into the 30s, and will be a brutally cold night. I'll be staying right here, watching fireworks from my balcony as usual on New Year's Eve. It's not a season to leave shelter overnight, not for me.
I've heard many complain that 2016 wasn't a good year, but to me it wasn't that bad. Much better than 2015 when I suffered those severe back problems - severe for a young warrior like me anyway, but once more I learned not to trust in the opinions of doctors but to trust in Satan instead.
Sadly the winter will still last for a long time when the new year has come, but hopefully it will leave when it's due to leave according to the calendar. The winter of 2016 lingered all the way throughout June and into July, that's what I disliked about the year. But my health has been much better again than the year before.
The journey continues, steadily on toward more power and clarity, and what more could I wish for also for the coming year. More milestones in my physical performance, and also spiritual progress on the path of Black Flame and cold heart, and unbending intent of a warrior. Onward I shall march with all my devotion to Satan, and Him I wish to serve in everything I do, each of my days.
Ad Majorem Satanae Gloriam!
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Extraterrestrial, and free of parasites
Only three days to the solstice now, and then another ten and the year will be done.
The coming year 2017 for me will mark a happy 10 year anniversary of being parasite free!
Not of lice or tapeworms or any other small bugs, but the noxious type of psychic vampires otherwise known as "family". 10 years of free thinking without this toxic burden polluting my waking life - just the troubled dreams are still quite frequent.
Free thinking... the sad thing is, I even thought I was doing that before while still afflicted with those leeches.It took me a long time to break free, and it's probably still in progress. There are other patterns of indoctrinated thinking to rid oneself of, it's a task that's never really done.
My rebellion started early, and although a worthy and necessary thing, rebellion may often lack direction when born out of sheer desperation.
I'm an alien from outer space who ended up in a human body by accident.
This is what I used to profess perfect conviction of when I was 13 years old. I never really believed it was true although I desperately tried to convince myself that it was true because in a way it was my only hope, and I would never admit to anyone then to have even the slightest doubt that it was true.
The weird thing is, in some way it even is the truth - of course not literally, but in a metaphorical way it's still closer to the truth than I'd ever have imagined back then. My "family" wanted me to be one of them but I wasn't, and it was the last thing in the world I wanted to be!
So I chose to be an alien because that's what I was and am. But back then I didn't know the difference between literal and metaphorical; I was existing in some awful hole exiled from the world about which I didn't know anything much then. I had no one to talk to, let alone to learn from, and no one to ever take me seriously, so it didn't matter at all what I told them or whether they'd think I was insane, I was completely on my own either way.
And that I was trapped in a body that was absolutely unacceptable to me, nothing could ever have been more true than that!
When thinking back it remains an unintelligible conundrum how I could ever have eventually found my way out of that tremendous mess, that utter disaster, which was then my existence (and certainly not a life).
But the conundrum appears to my rational mind only, the part that has learned a scientific way of thinking with its continual demand of evidence. But some varieties thereof are inaccessible to this way of thinking, they only can be found internally and are incommunicable to the outside world.
For instance, do colors really exist? Reductive materialist science says they don't: They're only our brains' interpretation of different wavelengths of light. But how do you measure those wavelengths?
Sure, there are instruments to do it with, but how can we know the measurements of these instruments, or know even the instruments themselves? When all we can ever really know is our brain's interpretation of the instrument, as well as of the measurements taken by it!
Of course, these are not new ideas that haven't ever been thought before by anyone, and yet they are important realizations.
It is as important as ever to question everything, all the stuff presented as self-evident when in fact it is not.
Here's to continually freeing the mind...
HAIL SATAN!
The coming year 2017 for me will mark a happy 10 year anniversary of being parasite free!
Not of lice or tapeworms or any other small bugs, but the noxious type of psychic vampires otherwise known as "family". 10 years of free thinking without this toxic burden polluting my waking life - just the troubled dreams are still quite frequent.
Free thinking... the sad thing is, I even thought I was doing that before while still afflicted with those leeches.It took me a long time to break free, and it's probably still in progress. There are other patterns of indoctrinated thinking to rid oneself of, it's a task that's never really done.
My rebellion started early, and although a worthy and necessary thing, rebellion may often lack direction when born out of sheer desperation.
I'm an alien from outer space who ended up in a human body by accident.
This is what I used to profess perfect conviction of when I was 13 years old. I never really believed it was true although I desperately tried to convince myself that it was true because in a way it was my only hope, and I would never admit to anyone then to have even the slightest doubt that it was true.
The weird thing is, in some way it even is the truth - of course not literally, but in a metaphorical way it's still closer to the truth than I'd ever have imagined back then. My "family" wanted me to be one of them but I wasn't, and it was the last thing in the world I wanted to be!
So I chose to be an alien because that's what I was and am. But back then I didn't know the difference between literal and metaphorical; I was existing in some awful hole exiled from the world about which I didn't know anything much then. I had no one to talk to, let alone to learn from, and no one to ever take me seriously, so it didn't matter at all what I told them or whether they'd think I was insane, I was completely on my own either way.
And that I was trapped in a body that was absolutely unacceptable to me, nothing could ever have been more true than that!
When thinking back it remains an unintelligible conundrum how I could ever have eventually found my way out of that tremendous mess, that utter disaster, which was then my existence (and certainly not a life).
But the conundrum appears to my rational mind only, the part that has learned a scientific way of thinking with its continual demand of evidence. But some varieties thereof are inaccessible to this way of thinking, they only can be found internally and are incommunicable to the outside world.
For instance, do colors really exist? Reductive materialist science says they don't: They're only our brains' interpretation of different wavelengths of light. But how do you measure those wavelengths?
Sure, there are instruments to do it with, but how can we know the measurements of these instruments, or know even the instruments themselves? When all we can ever really know is our brain's interpretation of the instrument, as well as of the measurements taken by it!
Of course, these are not new ideas that haven't ever been thought before by anyone, and yet they are important realizations.
It is as important as ever to question everything, all the stuff presented as self-evident when in fact it is not.
Here's to continually freeing the mind...
HAIL SATAN!
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