This is my Satanic New Years Post for my friends at Blogspot, Undercroft and Myspace. Yeah, I know, a few days late, but like all good Satanists, real life comes first, and with 5 kids, and 1 grandchild, including a New Years Day birthday, I have been up to my tits in holiday celebrations and get togethers, Yeah, that is right. This Satanic family sang songs about chestnuts and jingling bells, ate turkeys and pies, opened presents (one must do one’s part to stimulate the economy,) and took family photos beneath the tree.
Now, I am sure any Christians reading this, and I have been assured that some do, will either think I am lying or that it is some sort of blasphemy for a family like mine to celebrate Christmas. To them I’d likely be a poster child for the need to put CHRIST back in Christmas. The thought of brothers and sister, raised Satanically, along with ex-husbands and new in-laws, small children and members of the Church of Satan Magistrate all joyfully sharing in each others company under the banner of a Christian myth must seriously confuse and enrage some Christians to the point of distraction.
Likewise devil worshipers and the theists/spirituals/traditionals would feel I am somehow less Satanic for celebrating these Christian traditions, which is ironic because their very existence is dependent on Christian mythology.. Yet, their need for rebellion would allow them to view anyone who celebrates this holiday with contempt and disdain. They would rather deny themselves the pleasures of the season and bitch and moan, instead of embracing the truly Satanic theme of indulgence and eat some kick-ass pie! ‘sad. ‘So very sad.
However, the season has not been totally without work. I have spent quite a lot of time creating a chart that explains the differences between Satanism, Christianity and the assorted heretics who attempt to fly the Satanic colors. The chart started as an attempt at satire and instead has turned into a genuinely interesting and educational model that could explain a lot in a very small amount of time to those who know nothing about the differences between Satanism and what Heretics practice. I intend to publish it here and also use it in future training of both Satanists and secular students alike. It would probably be done were it not for the continued stupidity of the Heretics. Every time I think it is finished one of these insipid groups post/publish some new epic stupidity that must be addressed. I suppose I owe them a debt of thanks for making me useful
Finally, I have some people to thank for helping get me through the past year. These people may not know how much help they’ve been, be it literal or inspirational, but I have no doubt that without them I’d be in a rubber room, swimming in a sea of xanax, thinking I am Napoleon or something.
P&P., David H., Lex, Rob-n-Di, Matt,Bruja, Witch Nine, Col. Akula, Kenaz, Phineas (who checks on my medical condition more regularly than my neurosurgeon!) Caudell, Daark, frankly---all the active membership of the Church of Satan---Intentional or not, you have all given me strength and inspired me. When I was under attack you all stood by and reminded me that I have friends, support and that the CoS has my back. I wish you all knew how much I adore you.
In the Christian world one is supposed to love God above all else, and then love our neighbors equally. That is such bullshit. Nothing comes before my kids and God can take one right in the rear! I have the greatest kids in the world, and while every mom thinks that, I can back up my claim. If the Neitzchean adage about that which doesn’t kill you has any value, my kids are walking proof of strength. Throw my son-in-law and my grandson in the mix and there is a veritable wall that no one can come through or go around. When we stand together we cannot be beaten. We have proved this time and time again, and all my gratitude goes to the three witches and two wizards, who make every day magical.
My mundane life would have fallen apart were it not for B & L, the kindest most generous friends a witch could have.
Ozma saved the day more than once, as she always has and never understands how grateful I am to her, for everything.
Lastly-all my love to-my Jim.. He is my home.