Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Hail to Thee, Les Hernandez

To a Skylark

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 
Bird thou never wert, 
That from Heaven, or near it, 
Pourest thy full heart 
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. 

Higher still and higher 
From the earth thou springest 
Like a cloud of fire; 
The blue deep thou wingest, 
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 

In the golden lightning 
Of the sunken sun, 
O'er which clouds are bright'ning, 
Thou dost float and run; 
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 

The pale purple even 
Melts around thy flight; 
Like a star of Heaven, 
In the broad day-light 
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 

Keen as are the arrows 
Of that silver sphere, 
Whose intense lamp narrows 
In the white dawn clear 
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. 

All the earth and air 
With thy voice is loud, 
As, when night is bare, 
From one lonely cloud 
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow'd. 

What thou art we know not; 
What is most like thee? 
From rainbow clouds there flow not 
Drops so bright to see 
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 

Like a Poet hidden 
In the light of thought, 
Singing hymns unbidden, 
Till the world is wrought 
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: 

Like a high-born maiden 
In a palace-tower, 
Soothing her love-laden 
Soul in secret hour 
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: 

Like a glow-worm golden 
In a dell of dew, 
Scattering unbeholden 
Its a{:e}real hue 
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: 

Like a rose embower'd 
In its own green leaves, 
By warm winds deflower'd, 
Till the scent it gives 
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves: 

Sound of vernal showers 
On the twinkling grass, 
Rain-awaken'd flowers, 
All that ever was 
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. 

Teach us, Sprite or Bird, 
What sweet thoughts are thine: 
I have never heard 
Praise of love or wine 
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 

Chorus Hymeneal, 
Or triumphal chant, 
Match'd with thine would be all 
But an empty vaunt, 
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 

What objects are the fountains 
Of thy happy strain? 
What fields, or waves, or mountains? 
What shapes of sky or plain? 
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? 

With thy clear keen joyance 
Languor cannot be: 
Shadow of annoyance 
Never came near thee: 
Thou lovest: but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. 

Waking or asleep, 
Thou of death must deem 
Things more true and deep 
Than we mortals dream, 
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? 

We look before and after, 
And pine for what is not: 
Our sincerest laughter 
With some pain is fraught; 
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. 

Yet if we could scorn 
Hate, and pride, and fear; 
If we were things born 
Not to shed a tear, 
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. 

Better than all measures 
Of delightful sound, 
Better than all treasures 
That in books are found, 
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! 

Teach me half the gladness 
That thy brain must know, 
Such harmonious madness 
From my lips would flow 
The world should listen then, as I am listening now. 

Thursday, February 14, 2019


Confessions of a Wicked Witch

Are Thrilled to Announce that

Heather Height

is the 

Wicked Witch of the Year

Social media kind of blurs time lines in the real world.
 I know I knew my Wicked Witch of the Year before I actually met her.
 I also know I met her at a major CoS function, but I can’t remember which one.
 I DO know that the first time we ever had more than a few pleasant words
was in the dining room of Black House Central, at the 50th Anniversary Celebration.
 Once face to face, it took less than 2 minutes to see we were kindred spirits.

No, it isn’t her amazing talents, from stand-up to pin-up.
No, it isn’t just her whip quick wit.
No, it isn’t that we share an ancient stereotype--the sarcastic, big-busted, ever ready with a bawdy joke, and still one of the guys, redhead, and I am playing favorites with a younger version of myself. And, NO, it isn’t because she is married to one of my very favorite people, and most trusted friends, on the whole planet.

It is because, at an age where women are routinely dismissed as sexual beings, where they
are informed that they are too old to chase new dreams, Heather Height and her alter ego,
Heidee Nytes, lived as her own god, and refused to let any body, any tiny dick based
established wisdom, limit her divinity.

For all the pseudo-psychiatric babble about re-inventing oneself while aging, what they
usually mean is re-inventing your ability to accept banality.  Men hit it at about 60, but women are usually dismissed from the career, love, and sex fast tracks by 40. While this is better than the 30 of a previous generation, the terminology applied to sexually dynamic older women is so universally  unflattering that some truly lame ass broads decided to combat ‘cougar’ and ‘MILF’ with WHIP: “woman who is hot, intelligent and in her prime.”
 Worse they use it with no hint of comprehending the sexual irony.  
 I have a feeling my friend Heather could provide some salient WHIP information.

My choice for Wicked Witch of the Year is a  Church of Satan Priestess, stand-up comic,
loving wife,  and, having only started in the industry a few short years ago,
is the writer and star of the Favorite Feature Fetish Film at the Fetish Awards!  

I am in awe.  This woman just did the re-invention thing and she doesn’t need any qualifiers
about graceful acceptance!  She has unapologetically used the wisdom of her life experience
in an industry where youth is demanded, AND, walked right in there and stole the show.
 Her meteoric rise, her humor, and her very obvious devotion to our organization,
made it impossible for me not to select her as The Wicked Witch of the Year.

She joins a cadre of brilliant, sexy, powerful Satanic Witches, and I welcome her to this exclusive club.

Hail, Heather!
Hail, Satan!

Magistra Ygraine,
February 13, 2019

Undercroft Members Choice Winner

 Radio Free Satan's Confessions of A Wicked Witch

in association with


Are Pleased to Announce the


Member's Choice

Wicked Witch of the Year/2019

Priestess Hydra M. Star

 I can’t say I am surprised.  For at least the last decade and a half Hydra has been a constant contributor within the ranks of The Infernal Empire . Despite my early onset I am not getting up and pulling a file, I am pretty sure she has been nominated most years, and her fan mail is pretty epic.

This award, voted by members reflects what I have read through the years.  I could and have waxed lofty about Hydra’s multitude of artistic and literary gifts, but I’d like to touch on what makes her truly rare, truly unique.

She is a spectacular friend.  I’m not talking about with me, in fact, although we are warmly friendly, we’ve not had the opportunity to get close.  Instead I am talking about members who feel utterly connected to her, who rely on her council, and want her approval.  She is trusted by the strongest people when they are the most vulnerable, and she maintains those relationships, they are real.  How many of us have, let alone are, friends like that?

So, to me, it makes perfect sense that Hydra was voted by Undercroft members as their choice.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Wicked Words of Wisdom

A Last Look at our 10 Finalists

In less than 24 hours I will be announcing RFS’s Confessions of a Wicked Witch, 5th Annual Wicked Witch of the Year.  As I was preparing that announcement, I was going through meaningful writings to use to support my contention that these witches are emblematic of the diversity of the Church of Satan  I fell down a wonderful rabbit hole, where I saw old friends through new eyes created by time and, it would seem, the complacency that familiarity breeds. Re-reading LaVey, Barton, Gilmore & Nadramia was like hearing a song on the radio that you forgot was your favorite, and while you still know all the words, somehow you forgot that amazing guitar solo.  I literally got goose bumps, and for the gazillionth time wondered how I got so lucky, for so long, to have known, and still know, these iconic, brilliant, people?

As luck would have it, their place in history has been cemented with words, that will outlive us, and influence others, forever.  Luckier still, I found a few familiar lines that resonate with my 10 finalists, and for this moment, I am assuming the authors are begging to be relieved of them (Satanic inside joke...if you don’t know, might I suggest the Theory & Practice link on the CoS website?)

So, before tomorrows big announcement, one last visit with our Wicked Witches………………….

Cimminnee Holt
"Firstly, necessarily, I love myself. I’m my own God, after all, and I put no Gods before Me. I’m uppermost in my mind; I always bring me flowers."
~Peggy Nadramia

Hydra M. Starr
“...it is essential for the Satanist not to view himself through the eyes of others—their opinions only count when you are beholden to them for something specific. Then one need only create the appearance of fulfilling what they want to see—which is the essence of Lesser Magic. But only you can evaluate your own self-worth.”
~Peter H. Gilmore

Heather Height
“The sexually over-aggressive man can be collected easily by the naturally dominant woman, who can accumulate an entire slave camp simply by allowing herself to appear on the scene wearing the accoutrements of the “push-over” as bait.”
Anton LaVey
“If we have altars set up in our homes, they can’t be legislated; money can’t be collected on them. Satanism takes religion beyond the realm of consumerism.”
Blanche Barton

Josie Gallows
Anton LaVey

Karen Steuer
“Satanism means ‘the opposition’ and epitomizes all symbols of nonconformity. Satanism calls forth the strong ability to turn a liability into an advantage, to turn alienation into exclusivity. In other words, the reason it’s called Satanism is because it’s fun, it’s accurate and it’s productive.”
Blanche Barton

Lauren Hippenstiel
“More and more young women are going through the process of exploring feminism and Wicca, seeking feminine pride, identity and power, and discovering only impotence, limitations and puritanical self-righteousness. Wicca and feminism share a flaccid, lackluster attitude and presentation. Satanic women like drama/adventure and know how to conjure it for themselves.” ~Blanche Barton


A Satanist can find inspiration from archetypal characters, which is one of the reasons fiction is important to our species, but we diabolists must not fall into the idealist trap of condemning ourselves if our achievements do not come up to those presented in the realm of fiction. The same goes for romanticized real people who have been touted as exemplars—the truth of their lives is likely to be far different from the image that survives and is being held up for viewing. Each Satanist will be the hero of his own unique personal saga, and he will be the author of that epic crafted to his own standards.” ~Peter Gilmore

Shiva Rodriguez
Satanists have an innate complexity of mind that hungers for uncompromising examination and speculation, not superficially-comforting pap. We don't need to be comforted; we prefer the invigorating, bracing winds of truth and terror.“ ~Blanche Barton

Tiberia Nine/KJ

  “Satanic women don't want to gain their strength by castrating men, or by making themselves out as victims. Whether they're providing healing and inspiration to those under their roofs, cracking the whip in corporate circles, managing their own home-based businesses or maneuvering whatever they need to survive, all are applying and increasing their power - not whining about why they don't have any!” ~Blanche Barton

Ruth Waytz

“If a witch comes up to me some day, enlarges her pupils, and says: “With a hey nonnie nonnie and a hotcha cha,” she’ll be sure to get my attention!” 
― Anton  LaVey

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