There are no coincidences

Now so close to its end, the most grueling part of the winter has come here - fortunately not to last long.
This is how capricious the weather is these days, which is nothing out of the ordinary though.

From buienradar.nl

I'll be really glad when it's back to normal temp's by the weekend. Feeling very lethargic these days, and getting to the gym and back - on the bicycle, of course, which is the only option - is an ordeal. No running for the hills these days - I'll stick to the treadmill while the extreme cold snap lasts.

But apart from this nuisance things are going fine under the circumstances. Most of the rest of the winter has been relatively mild to average; it was one of my hardest winters for entirely different reasons. But eventually I've been sent the help I prayed for, only at first I didn't recognize it when it arrived, which was actually just after the Solstice and when I had started publishing here the first chapters of Dead Flowers in the Wishing Well.
This long, elaborate ritual, the writing of the story being part of it, in the end revealed its magic, for which I'm endlessly grateful to my beloved Master.

I even found someone whose story has quite some parallels to my own, and she courageously talks about it although the trolls and the mentally challenged are jumping on it with insults and ridicule. Meet Amanda Teague - I loved her from the start when first finding out about her - both her and her husband Jack.
I contacted her and although we haven't talked much I'd always have her back. She might be wary of me being a Satanist, or simply having a very busy life and many other friends.
Nonetheless she's an inspiration, and undaunted by all the pathetic haters.

Speaking of haters, I also found this amazing new song by Dimmu Borgir the other day and couldn't believe there were 1K "thumbs down" on it - by now even 2K. Checking the comments shed some light on the reasons why, "this is no longer black metal," and all such bullshit complaints. But someone else commented, "black metal elitists are a plague to this world," to which I have to agree, along with all other kinds of narrow-mindedness.
I absolutely love this song, and I've taken the title of this entry from the line in it that struck me most - there truly are no coincidences.
Yes, I'm a devout Satanist, and I do love to see Satanic spirituality expressed in art and music, and it can be expressed in a multitude of forms - and in the end, the art and music is not the religion!
At which point it may be worth mentioning that a lot of the old-school, "trve" black metal scene is also riddled with racism and white supremacy crap, and what might that bullshit have to do with anything spiritual or Satanic?!
I will have none of that. It delights me when I see dark and Satanic art coming from all corners of the world, it's like having allies everywhere, and among them even such courageous souls who create their music at the peril of their lives, such as the metal bands from Middle-Eastern countries - respect to them!!!

Art can also be inspired by Satan even if the artists are not themselves believers. At which point I can't help thinking of the brilliant actor who played Satan's son in the movie I adore so much. He's not a Satanist, and to my knowledge nor was anyone else who was involved in the making of Warlock.
Yet I think when art is said to be inspired it may most often be by forces from beyond the physical world. Great art is often referred to as "divine", which may of course include the Satanic divine, as well as other forms - archetypal forms; which reminds me of an article I fortunately saved some time ago, clearing up the misconception about the meaning of archetype.

Yes, archetypes are as real as can be, which is why the most striking and powerful creations of art more often than not carry some archetypal nature in them.
The radiant, light-bearing Lucifer is an archetype - a most highly divine archetype in this case.
And I may say that I even represent an archetype myself: the warrior woman, the Amazon, the cold, brutish man-woman - I believe that's an archetype. That's what I am.

Monsters have nightmares too

It's been a while once more. Usually when I neglect my blog posts it can mean one of two things: Either nothing much is happening, and/or I'm too depressed to care. Or I've been really busy with other things.
Fortunately it's been the latter, for the most part. I've found two new friends to correspond with, and when I write a lot elsewhere I'll write less here.

The Carnival, which is big here in the Rhineland and also very annoying, is nearly over once more. I never engage with that stuff as it's a very German thing, and usually even celebrating a corrupted version of their language, a completely unintelligible dialect used only by very primitive and backward people, never by any more well educated and sophisticated individuals.

My way!!!

As always I've kept working out as usual, of course; usually about five times a week and there never really are any breaks.
Yesterday I went running up in the woods once more, which amounted to 15.5 K in 83 minutes - up the steep hill by the cemetery, through the shrubbery and on trails riddled with mud holes, as usual.

It was the second run for this month; in January I did six, which taken together amounted to 73 km I ran in that month, a personal record which I didn't even aim at. It just happened that I skipped a leg day twice in exchange for running (only 3 leg days that month), just because I felt like running.

Like running from the nightmares which just keep coming all too frequently - yes, we monsters do have them. They have nothing to do with any more recent events, they're always the horrors of the past haunting me. I seem to have a toxic waste problem in my memory banks, so to speak. Which will be far harder to clean up than Fukushima.

But although at times I seemed to be lost in some horrible wasteland all by myself, deep inside I know I'm not.
Revered & radiant Morning Star...

It's those who deny His Magic who are actually saying there's no such thing as freedom, or even the possibility of any other existence but under tyranny.
The very tyranny which I have sworn to fight, and always will!
Until the tyrant god is thrown down and all divine law obliterated!!!