Behind The Black Door of Perfidy
by Jake Block
“For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.” — The Bible (2 Timothy 4:3-4)
Longevity is something that is fairly rare in left hand path circles. “Falling stars” are simply those who glow brightly for a moment in time and then disappear, once they enter the crucible of the protective atmosphere that burns away the chaff before they get a chance to survive that final plunge to earth. In most cases, there’s nothing particularly momentous about them. “Flash in the pan” is a term one might well use, because aside from their momentary fervor for what they might see as a revolutionary new idea, they burn out quickly, leaving just dark and useless residue in their wake. They built their homes not on rock, but on sand.
What do Aleister Crowley, Israel Regardie, Austin Osman Spare, Anton LaVey, Michael Aquino, Thomas Karlsson, Lon Milo DuQuette, Antero Alli, Peter J. Carroll, Typhon Draconis, Frater UD, William Butler Yeats, William Wynn Westcott, Paschal Beverly Randolph, Marie LaVeau, Ida Craddock, Jack Parsons, Carl Kellner, Thomas LeRoy, Lisa Corrine, Louis T. Culling, C.F. Russell, Don Webb, Hargrave Jennings and even Jake Block all have in common? They all had real-time, hands-on experience in the practice and experimentation into the realms of magic and the Left Hand Path. Some of them might have been writers as well, but their core of knowledge and experience came from actual practical involvement in the processes of which they wrote. And it should be said that this list is far from exhaustive… these are but a few such people one could site.
Experience trumps rank theory and the posting of memes.
Love him or hate him, one of the main reasons Anton LaVey has had longevity is that he never tried to become elevated to the status of a god, other than in metaphor. He was a man, with a man’s appetites, a man’s shortcomings and indeed a man’s failures. And in his teachings and writings throughout his life, he always pointed to our earthly existence as our key to happiness and success, as no further worlds were there to provide it now, or after our deaths.
”We don’t worship Satan, we worship ourselves using the metaphorical representation of the qualities of Satan. Satan is the name used by Judeo-Christians for that force of individuality and pride within us. But the force itself has been called by many names. We embrace Christian myths of Satan and Lucifer, along with Satanic renderings in Greek, Roman, Islamic, Sumerian, Syrian, Phrygian, Egyptian, Chinese, or Hindu mythologies, to name but a few. We are not limited to one deity, but encompass all the expressions of the accuser or the one who advocates free thought and rational alternatives by whatever name he is called in a particular time and land. It so happens that we are living in a culture that is predominantly Judeo-Christian, so we emphasize Satan.”
Another reason for his post mortem longevity is that he was a real, touchable, flesh and blood human being that was out and about in society, rather than some grand screen-name posting from the anonymity and separation of a website on their computer, backed up by any number of other grand screen-names, all interchangeable, and all spread though the web in a “viral assault,” an electronic contagion that’s similar in the mind to a venereal disease. It can sound fearsome and it can pass quite easily between consenting screen personalities and once it sinks it’s fangs into you, it can be hard to get rid of and, indeed, even when you DO purge it, you’re forever tainted by its contact and the fact that you fell for it, even though you were warned. Oh, that there were a condom that protects against internet content! Perhaps this is something that our good friends at Norton might take a look into.
LaVey lived in the pre and just emerging internet days when computers were still thought of as fancy typewriters and could actually do little more, although they showed potential for it. When I first showed up at the Black House with my Macintosh computer in 1984, he took an immediate liking to it because I had not only Mac Word, but Mac Paint, which the artist in him immediately gravitated towards. He could now illustrate… and in doing so, capture the attention of his audience who read the Church newsletter, The Cloven Hoof. And in this, he provided yet more “proof of life,” in the timeliness of his topics, which demonstrated to his readership that he was indeed one of them and living in the same world as they, with its hardships and its disappointments, and in reading his articles, they could tell that he CARED for them.
Most of the internet “Satanic Masters” write either on their superiority (while providing no tangible proofs thereof), or rehashing the things that those who have longevity in reality and personal knowledge had done and said before. Now, I’m not saying that their writings can’t be entertaining, nor am I saying that the people behind the grand screen names aren’t “real,” in a common sense, but one wonders what use they have made of all of their grave and inspirational thoughts in real time that would lead us to believe in them.
There once was a guy on the web who told anyone who would listen that he was “superior in intelligence” and presented his writings, full of furor and vitriol, he claimed, in an effort to stir Satanists into violent confrontations with Christians, Muslims, Jews… what have you… with an aim toward starting a world-wide revolution in which Satanists would eventually rule. He claimed he’d been working toward this, and he was putting “all of his time and money” into making that happen. I asked, “So, when this revolution of yours occurs, the people you ‘are inspiring’ will see you leading the way, gun in hand, ready to die for the cause?”
His response, “Well, I’m much more valuable in the background.
My last response to him was, “Never trust a revolutionary without a gun in his hand and clothing stained with blood… some of it his own.”
Turns out the guy was an unemployed young adult in community college in the middle of nowhere, living with his parents. But on line, he could rival Field Marshal Cinque (sin – cue) of the now defunct Symbionese Liberation Army, in rhetoric. He spent all of his time behind a computer misusing words, mis-explaining political concepts, and trying to brow-beat young members of whatever board he was haunting at the time, because sooner or later people would catch onto his act and send him packing, until he could choose another handle and reinvent his schtick.
It’s a hazard that those of us with longevity will recall happening over and over. Names change, circumstances, change, but the basic idea is the same. Someone comes on line to make a name for him/herself but all they have to bank on is a few books and an imagination, and dive into the deep end of philosophical thought hoping they can bluff or lie their way to greatness without ever having to step before that altar or into that circle. For a while, they might succeed, but the black door of perfidy swings open wide to let them in. They’d have fared much better had they realized that everyone has to pay their dues on the left hand path, either as they go, or in one heavy lump sum when they get caught dealing in deceptions.
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