The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
Imagine the vertigo Lucifer felt standing on the edge of Heaven before being cast out by God. Imagine how he fell to Earth like a comet, carrying his gracious winged-body through rain and dust.
He must’ve lit up the sky with his firework brothers and sisters. Lucifer didn’t become the Devil when he became prideful. He became the Devil halfway through his Fall, the wind cutting past his ears as he watched the only home he had ever known grow smaller and smaller in the distance.
It was at this point when the love for his Father turned bitter, when loneliness pushed in where compassion should be. Every child who has been abandoned on a street corner or left to make dinner alone has felt what the Devil felt in that moment.
It sounds like a story we would tell over and over again if anyone was there to witness it, this feeling of sudden abandonment at the moment our consciousness is born. Where did we come from? Where are we? How did we get here?
Lucifer’s Fall is one of those stories that have become part of our collective memory. It feels like something we’ve been passing on for generations. It’s a way to explain our existence. When Lucifer fell, he lit the night sky on fire, something Adam and Eve surely would’ve seen in their first nights on Earth. Can you think of a better catalyst for turning our attention to the sky for the first time?
being an atheist, I don’t subscribe to anything supernatural or otherworldly, and believe it to be nonsense. Can I still consider myself a Luciferian while having absolutely no belief or connection with its mystical/magickal aspects?
I apologize if my previous question has already been answered, it seems like it might be a common dilemma.
No worries, I’m happy to answer this question as many times as needed. It is absolutely possible to be strictly atheistic while still being luciferian. Here are some previous posts you might find useful, even if their only purpose is to let you know that you aren’t alone in this dilemma:
Possible names include: Travel, Dying, Blood, and Hunter’s Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Dying”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.
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The sun sets on pale flesh, and he cites the light of truth for the transformation in the moonlight – wounds with hanging skin, dried blood, the heat of inflammation and infection, the smell of rot. You may think you are fine, but trust what is revealed at night – you are dying on the inside.
[Cross posted and backdated from a sideblog. Originally posted on 14 Oct 2016 and tagged #comfort in hell.]
“Hello smoke monster, I have brought you embers burned from the deep woods.
Hello shadow beast, I have brought you a candle to extend your reach.
Hello midnight wind, I have brought you a tin to hide during the sun.
Hello distant howl, I have brought you a map so you may find your way home.
Hello invisible one, I have brought you flowers and pollen, show us your beautiful form.
This world is made for monsters.”
I’m obviously not much of a kitchen person because this is only the second time using this tag (divine cookbook).
The first time feaured two ingredient ice cream (freeze bananas and add whatever you want), and I returned to this. That post has a link to a recipe and a video, of anyone needs specifics, btw.
This time I just had one banana (single serving), so I added some peanut butter to taste. I kinda offered it to the Pack in general instead of specifying anyone.
We still have the blender from last time, so I still didn’t quite trust blending completely frozen banana and opted for chilling them again (the resulting mix gets set in the freezer to set up).
I’d note, I am using them as an Abrahamic-centered Theistic Luciferian, not as a Heathen (Norse reconstructionist). Separate practices of mine.
Simply by applying them to Lucifer (to pray with to him), outside of their intended purpose as a tool of prayer to the Abrahamic God. By that nature, it’s blasphemy and a transgression.
It is a rosary that is being used in a blasphemous way, which in this case is being used to pray with to Lucifer. The intended purpose of the rosary is to act as a tool in prayer to the Abrahamic God. I am using the rosary to pray instead to “a satan”, thereby committing heresy. (As if I weren’t already.)
This is not like say, a pagan using a rosary, oddly enough. My usage is part of what is called transgression theology. As was said: “that’s not stealing from another religion but rather taking what is still part of your religion and using it for a purpose justified theologically.” I am part of the Abrahamic faiths, in opposition to it’s teachings by my worship and veneration of Lucifer, the fallen angel.
I’ve been working on the show, Dancing at Lughnasa, that our company purposefully planned to coincide with the Dublin Irish Festival (Dublin, Ohio). The week fell so that La Lúnasa itself was Monday and the Irish Festival was that weekend.
I had some Irish People pass through, but I think it was more a matter of Lughnasa energy coalescing, if that makes sense. They’re welcome to stop by again, but apparently, I’m a shade off being compatible with Them for long-term sticking around.
The main thing that this has done is awaken my Irish dead. Due to call times and the actual run of the four shows we had that happened over the festival, I didn’t get a chance to walk around and see anything until Sunday (people had thinned out, so it wasn’t bad). It was the experience itself that they liked.
I visited the weaving tent, which took you through the whole process from spinning to all the work at the loom, and I could hear some of the harp from the next tent over. I didn’t bother picking up an actual map of the grounds, so I enjoyed happening upon the wake house. I took a copy of the basic info paper, which I’m thinking might get tucked somewhere on the shrine for a while.
You didn’t even have to be at the actual stage or tent to hear the bands / singers, and I didn’t even spend all the money I had allotted for picking up something. I know how yearly festivals work, and I knew going in that I had to stick to X amount of cash. I was debating between a t-shirt and getting some form of jewelry (wristbands, earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, etc.), but I hadn’t really gone in with a definite idea of what I might want. I wound up getting a Claddagh ring and didn’t have quite enough to get a t-shirt as well, so I called it good on spending money.
A fair amount of blessings and sayings were passed around, particularly during some presentations, but there was something about the one that the man at that jewelry section used that stuck.
- May you be buried in a coffin from a 100 year old oak tree that I’ll be planting tomorrow. – From the weaver.
- You can’t start a tradition, and you can’t stop one. – The wake presenter, specifically talking about how priests couldn’t end the party aspect when they got back to being legally around.
- Wear it in good health. – Jewelry guy.
(This post will obviously have been queued up after the festival has ended, and it will also be after the show closes.)
After my bio dead wanted to just slide back into my group of Christian dead, I haven’t really heard from them outside of Christian requests. While the people I knew in my life were mostly Protestant, my dead are more vocally Catholic (I know my dad’s side is more Catholic, but I imagine it has to do with how far back this group probably stretches).
Church. I’ve read in more than a few places that Christian dead have asked for a living relative to go to a church service. Because they’re majority Catholic, I’ve been asked to go to Mass. I’ve had some chats with them about this, and it’s currently on the backburner (a very soft request, or low priority). My immediate family isn’t Catholic, and it’s actually a bit of a drive to the closest Catholic church (over at least one town). Perhaps at a later point, and I definitely don’t see myself being a once a week regular.
Saints. The cohesive request was that I intercede a saint, at one point. For a while, that was St. Dymphna, and they were okay with a brief shadow work lesson I had with Raphael (St. Raphael, as they called Him). Since then, they haven’t been able to agree with enough of a majority on one particular saint.
Prayer beads. There were enough beads that I could say the rosary (needed for the elevations I posted earlier about doing), but I actually haven’t used a real one. I don’t know if there was some coincidental keeping the pagan separate from the Christian, but providing that everyone could agree on one and I could afford, I’ve let them know that I’m not opposed to putting a real rosary on the shrine.
Shrine. Things have shifted around and been removed, as shrines do, but one of the constants for them has been a Bible. It’s kind of nice looking, so I thought they’d like it (it was a high school graduation gift, so I had to do something with it). Most people wouldn’t immediately recognize it, though, because I have it wrapped in a towel that shows the map of Scotland (something a family member did own, and a way to nod to the Scottish heritage).