Something is being missed. I look left, I look right..I just don’t see it.
Satanists oppose, they choose targets and lay waste. The why isn’t as important as the result, the raw experience that comes only from doing, yet the why remains an elusive thing. Some see a change to be made, something wrong with the world and seek out on a quest to right it..which is of course slingshots against the lightning. This can be useful as a vector for esoteric development(a reason to do), yet still to these, as it seems to me, something remains unseen, unrealized.
To those on the path there are many stumbling blocks, and just as many ways to navigate them. For instance, if it is not fully realized that the RHP/LHP dynamic can effectively understood as a stasis/progress dynamic one might fall into the trap of seeking a new stasis to replace the old. A brave new world, or some Satanic paradise where might is right is law and we can all sing kumbayah backwards over the light of baby fat candles at Dennys, ahh yes we should all unite and strive for this…
Surely, as adversity breeds change we should fight tooth and nail to impose our will upon the world? To show the slaves their chains and impel them to break free? To open the gates of the pen and start a revolution? A naive bit of idealism.
Most people LIKE their chains, they LIKE their pen, their masters, their stasis. They crave it, they need it, they are OF it. The god of the bible is a representation of that thoughtform – a cut and dried unchanging blueprint for all of history. Another is ‘democracy’, patriotism, belief in the state is belief in the essence of that god in secular clothing. This LHP/RHP thing isn’t a war, or a struggle for dominance but a facticity, a balance formed over thousands and thousands of years of human society.
Yet, with all of that said, there is a little yin to this yang, a nested doll within the next. To be a Satanist, to be of the devil..is to see beauty in the world, to love it as it is..all the hate, violence, horror and death right along side the beauty, love and the rest of human experience that operates by scale of contrast. To be of God, or of secular god stuff, is to look at a broken world in need of fixing, righting. To have a ‘better way’ or a standard of ‘rightness'(stasis) to impose upon the world. Yet these too are and always have been part of the balance.
Satan rules this world. The dark prince of adversity, machinations, will to power..the ever turning wheel. Yet, the wheel remains a wheel relative to how and where it turns, a sort of stasis in the ever present change by fang and claw. An equilibrium of pushing and pulling, a a balance within the constant struggle only Sisyphus might truly comprehend.
It is from this realization that amorality is possible, that the need to impose stasis can be shed. The world isn’t broken, it simply is. There is no better or worse, no right or wrong. There are those mundane humans that prefer to mold themselves to some other, or mold the world to some other, and there are, naturally, those that embrace what is, and what they are. There is the undeniable state of reality, in all its hard, uncompromising and brutal glory. There is ‘Satan’, and there are all of his many many would be, impotent and cuckold successors, those that would fire the slingshot against the lightning and expect victory.
Yes, there is something missed. There is nothing static but the dynamic balance. There is no ‘superior’, only those impelled to be what they are, for any reason or no reason. There is no imposing order on chaos, because there is already a sort of order..something bigger than any man or any idea. Something that can’t be fucked with.
I choose to call that something, ‘Satan’. That I choose to embody this state of constant conflict within myself makes me Autodiabolic.