Saturday, October 2, 2010

Honey, I'm Home...and I know who Mom & Dad are

Someone else is claiming to be the rightful High Priest of the Church of Satan. It must be Monday. On Wednesday folks generally claim there is no Church of Satan. On Sundays, as we all know, Christians claim that everyone in law enforcement and professional baking are high ranking members of the Church of Satan. So it goes.





Why the latest craziness, I don't know. I have only passing acquaintance with the claimant du jour and last I saw he was much more interested in chatting with my breasts than indulging in any religio-philosophical discussion. At the time I think he was one of the Merovingian descendants laying claim to the bloodline of Christ. One might think that would be mutually exclusive from pre-eminence in the Church of Satan.....I mean, really....Jesus Christ's direct descendant as the Black Pope? Fuck, we'll get Ron Howard to direct.

Actually most of what I know about this dude I know from Peter Gilmore's mouth. When asked about his friend Peter was always kind and at worst, non-committal. He never put this guy down, or ridiculed the latest flights of fantasy/fancy. He never was anything but supportive, patient, decent and true. That being so I can only assume this person is a disloyal prick who doesn't deserve to have friends as good as he had. I have n doubt that he will miss them one day.





Years ago I had the pleasure of seeing the first public picture of Anton LaVey's baby son, Xerxes on the inside cover of Peter Gilmore's magazine "The Black Flame." Dr. LaVey names Xerxes his heir, and likewise acknowledged Blanche Barton as his authorized High Priestess. He died not long after. It was perfectly right that Magistra Barton would take over. She herself appointed Peter Gilmore. Besides, I knew from personal experience the degree of closeness between Gilmore and Nadramia, LaVey and Barton. There was never the slightest question that all was precisely as it should be and exactly how Dr. LaVey would want it.





Long before I formally joined the Church of Satan I had the pleasure of getting to know "P & P" as many of us refer to them. Perhaps I am telling tales out of school but I am saying nothing here that anyone with a grain of a brain would not find out within a short time of knowing them. Brilliant, but pragmatic. Intellectual, but capable of delightful silliness. Caring, honest, loyal, forthright....all of these words apply but they don't begin to do them justice.



Religious leaders generally have a smarmy sort of "I know something you don't know" mystique going on. Magus Gilmore, instead, has a twinkle in his eye daring you to admit that we all know there is NOTHING out there! He invites you to share the truth, and refuses to sugar coat it or talk down to the lowest common denominator. Magistra Nadramia makes me want to move. I am serious. I want t live next door and pop over for Martini's and to walk the dog. If I say she is down to earth it makes her sound somehow simple or regular---she is neither. She is that rarest of things---a really cool, nice, smart person. She knows how to help you take that weak vessel "hope"in your hand and make it your own action for positive change---she is a witch.

I cannot tell you all how much I owe them both.

But I am gonna. For those who know of the infamous Gidney debacle/divorce/legal nightmare/trauma that was my life---a sort of Lifetime movie a la Kubrick, I have repeatedly said that the CoS was my strongest support system. Well, it runs down hill. If P & P hadn't had the courage to stand by me, humiliation be damned, I would have been Satanic persona non grata. Despite the multitude of flack they took and even now occasionally still take on my behalf their loyalty never wavered. And neither will mine.