Jake Block

Business and Minding It

by Jake Block

Let’s try something, you and I.  It won’t hurt (much) and it might just show us a thing or two about ourselves and how we tick.
OK.  Now imagine someone you have a relationship with and that you would consider a friend.  Imagine his wife.  She’s a friend too.  Now imagine that you saw your friend in a dark booth in a local bar kissing a woman.  They’re getting hot and bothered, and soon, they head off in the direction of a local motel.  Does it upset you?  Does it make you want to pick up the phone and call your friend’s wife to tell her everything you’ve seen and think that she should know?
Fair enough.  We all  have our standards and indeed, it is up to those who wish our association to meet those standards as a condition of that association.
Now.  Same situation.  Same friends.  Same bar.  The only difference is that the doctor told you just an hour ago that you have two weeks to live,  Nothing he can do about it.  You have an inoperable and incurable aneurism that will, within the next two weeks, rupture in your brain and you will be dead.  How important is your friend’s assumed affair at this point in your life?  Now you have more important things to think about.
What’s the point?  Simply this.  We as people tend to feel that the world of others and the way they conduct their lives somehow reflects on us, and gives us license to pass judgements based on our limited knowledge, subject to personal interpretations of morality that are not personally binding to those around us, any more than the personal moralities of others have any jurisdiction in our lives.  Being reactionary as a species, we react to stimuli presented, but we are also burdened with our subjective understanding of the world as we know it, and solipsistically feel that others should be motivated by the same factors we are, and that their reactions to stimuli should be the same as ours.
This tends to send us off on tangents, instead of focusing on our lives and making them the best that they can be for our short time on this planet.  Circumstances surrounding the lives of those around us, friends, families, associates and even strangers, to some degree, tend to muddy the waters of what we wish to be a crystal pool of serenity that we can enjoy without distractions.  We picture ourselves as that lucky person with the cottage by the lake, spending their days in idyllic repose, listening to the buzz of the insects, drinking a mint julep, and enjoying the smell of our freshly mown lawn.  It’s not reality, no matter how desperately we might wish to make it so.  We are, if we are truly living, struggling daily to be in control of our lives, molding them like clay until they are a reflection of our vision.  It’s a Herculean effort emotionally, intellectually, and “spiritually” to build one’s dream world, an alternative reality that LaVey spoke about, wherein one’s world becomes that of what is enclosed within its boundaries; an intellectual decompression chamber constructed as much of the mind as it is brick and mortar.  It is in this area we profess to be our own gods, but only so long as we maintain control.  Only so long as we resist the urge to extend our domain into the domain of others.
It’s not wholly our fault.  We belong to a culture that says we are all interconnected, our brother’s keepers… rebels though we might be, we still harbor those principles and platitudes that we receive from the earliest days of our education, perched on a parent’s knee.  It’s a sweet statement, I suppose, although personally unappealing.  I have no real interest in involving myself in the mess of most people’s lives, although there are a few key people that I can be “there for,” and am as much as I am able.  When most people contact me in person or via the web with problems, and  they somehow think I might console them, I actively resist the urge to get involved for two reasons.  First, I am getting one side of the story… theirs… and there are always at least two sides of any situation that must be considered if one is to give any sort of valid and trustworthy advice.  Second, I wonder how they think that my advice would be any better than that of Sylvia the Psychic, except that I am not charging them $250 for a three minute telephone call… although that’s not a totally bad idea.  Most often, I will simply tell people, “I’m sorry.  I’m not that invested in your life.”
Sure, it insults some people, because in their minds, I SHOULD be invested in their lives.  It’s the old “tapes” playing in their heads, telling them to reach out and touch somebody, like the old telephone company commercials… we’re all interconnected… our brother’s keepers.  But we’re not.  At best, most of us are loosely associated and connected only by the glow of a computer monitor in the night.  It’s simply a matter of booting up and being “connected.”  Instant fellowship of the societally disenfranchised.
We might feel some kinship of connectivity because of our “satanic philosophy,” on site A, while our love of Pokemon cards might “connect us” on another.  So we feel that the person responding to our keystrokes with their own is real… caring… somehow intuitive enough, based on his or her limited connection to us to help us with real life decisions that we must bear responsibility for.  There’s a saying that applies.  “Don’t ask advice from someone who does not have to deal with the consequences.”  Think.  Do you REALLY want to trust your life decisions to the random associations of the internet?  Moreover, do you REALLY want to defer your control of decisions in YOUR life, based on the way a stranger might live theirs?
Where solipsism meets solipsism is seldom a meeting of the minds, but the beginnings of utter chaos!

Dying Not To Live

by Jake Block


I know of a man who is dying.  There’s no hope.  The best he even could hope for is a slight remission in his aggressive cancer, but even if chemotherapy can buy him a month or two more time, it will be as a dying man, slowly slipping into oblivion, and not the vibrant, intelligent and life-loving man that existed pre-cancer.  Life for this man is now the size of a grave, his bed is his coffin.  He’s just not dead yet.  Schrodinger’s patient… alive and dead at the same time, vibrant human being to lab rat experiment in the span of a few months.
His friends are always supportive when they come to see him.  “You’ve got to fight,” they tell him, “fight or the cancer wins.”  They sit with him while he has his tasteless dinner, drip by drip, from the feeding bag hung beside his bed.  They tell him jokes and laugh while he lies there lethargically, secretly wishing they would all just go away, and maybe trip on the plug providing power to the machines that keep him in this state of limbo, little more than a bottom line to the hospital, who will close out his accounts for payment when he’s gone, change the sheets and bring in a new lucky patient.
There are those who say that suicide is never the answer.  While I might agree with them in some instances, I am a firm believer that absolutes demand exception.  In this man’s case, as with others for whom there is no hope of recovery or remission beyond the immediate future, with a quality of life during that time dipping into the negative numbers, it occurs to me that the ultimate in humanity is to allow them the choice of “sticking it out,” if they so choose, or to medically terminate their life, as is possible in several places around the world and in three states within the United States (Oregon, Washington and Vermont) that have passed legislation to allow such relief from incurable illness.  Additionally, the state of Montana allows physician assisted suicide via court ruling, on a case by case basis. (New Mexico is in litigation on the matter.)
Some religious groups cite the example of Jesus who hung from the cross and suffered during his crucifixion, and in the retelling and retelling of that myth of death and resurrection, somehow manage to conflate the 2000 year old fable with the very real, here and now suffering of what can often be intractable pain, misery, fear and anxiety for those in the throes of disease.  Their logic: “If Jesus could suffer on the cross for your sin…”  Specious at best.  The dying patient also runs against the moral dictates of the Hippocratic Oath to which doctors swear, which says”
“I swear by Apollo the physician that I will observe and keep this underwritten oath, to the utmost of my power and judgment.

I will reverence my master who taught me the art. Equally with my parents, will I allow him things necessary for his support, and will consider his sons as brothers. I will teach them my art without reward or agreement; and I will impart all my acquirement, instructions, and whatever I know, to my master’s children, as to my own; and likewise to all my pupils, who shall bind and tie themselves by a professional oath, but to none else.

With regard to healing the sick, I will devise and order for them the best diet, according to my judgment and means; and I will take care that they suffer no hurt or damage.

Nor shall any man’s entreaty prevail upon me to administer poison to anyone; neither will I counsel any man to do so. Moreover, I will get no sort of medicine to any pregnant woman, with a view to destroy the child.

Further, I will comport myself and use my knowledge in a godly manner.

Whatsoever house I may enter, my visit shall be for the convenience and advantage of the patient; and I will willingly refrain from doing any injury or wrong from falsehood, and (in an especial manner) from acts of an amorous nature, whatever may be the rank of those who it may be my duty to cure, whether mistress or servant, bond or free.

If I faithfully observe this oath, may I thrive and prosper in my fortune and profession, and live in the estimation of posterity; or on breach thereof, may the reverse be my fate.”

There is no legal obligation for medical students to swear an oath upon graduating, although in the United States, 98% do.  In Britain, the percentage is much lower, at approximately 50%.
In Satanism, there is a notion that LaVey prohibited suicide, although such is not the case.  In the chapter entitled, LIFE AFTER DEATH THROUGH FULFILLMENT OF THE EGO, LaVey states:
“Self-sacrifice is not encouraged by the Satanic religion. Therefore, unless death comes as an indulgence because of extreme circumstances which make the termination of life a welcome relief from the unendurable earthly existence, suicide is frowned upon by the Satanic religion.”  Not a prohibition, but a call to consider carefully before choosing the option between death and “relief from the unendurable earthly existence.”
As for me, I reserve the last unalienable right, the last true act of personal sovereignty, to choose the time and method of my death as is meaningful and acceptable to me, either in quiet repose at the end of a life lived well, and finally succumbing to the natural death that awaits us all, or in the case of extreme, painful, debilitating and terminal illness, at my own hand, or under the ministrations of a medical professional.  We would not expect our household pet to suffer, nor should we expect our own suffering to placate the needs of others.

Stop Thinking and Just Do It

by Jake Block


Ever watch a truly great drummer at their craft?  Caroline Corr comes to mind, not just because she is beautiful, technically perfect and rock solid, but because if you watch her, you’ll see what I am talking about.  Watch her eyes as she plays.  Watch her concentrate as the musical selection begins, each beat meticulously crafted, supporting and urging the rest of the band’s music forward.  Her look is intense.  Her every move is determined and then, she goes away.  Her body takes over and through muscle memory and sheer mental compartmentalization, she simply stops thinking about it and just does it.
It’s called being in the groove, that place where you know what you’re doing, you don’t have to think about it.  Like the widget turner on an assembly line… turn two to the right and one to the left, set it down and move on.  They might be thinking about doing the laundry, compiling a grocery list in their head, or reliving a night of passion in the arms of their lover.  Their gaze may take them a million miles away, but their task at hand continues, and people marvel at just how simple they make it look.  For them it is.  For them, it’s life.  For them, it’s what they do, and they just do it.
We all go through life, what else can we do?  We perform our tasks and we know them well, but we worry.  Will be be good enough to compete and stay ahead in a world that demands more and more of us at every turn?  What about that other guy… he’s pretty good at what he does.  Is he better than me?  How do I draw the attention that will get me noticed… damn!  Did I turn that widget fast enough and smooth enough… is it good enough?  Maybe I screwed it up… maybe John could have done it better.
Well, maybe John could do it better.  Take a look at him work.  His eyes gaze at something, and there’s a small smile at the corner of his lips as he does his thing, head bobbing in time to the music he hears in his head… turn two to the right and one to the left, set it down and move on.   He’s found his groove and he’s getting it done, but it’s not the sole thought in his head, but just something he does to get by and make his way in the world.  “Out there,” where his eyes are gazing is the world in which he belongs in his mind, while here his brain and sinews drive his fingers to complete the tasks over and over again.  Like that drummer, in the groove and moving to the beat of his music, doing what he knows how to do and letting it go.
How well could you function within the world around you if you just stopped thinking about life and just did it; completing the mundane tasks with competence and with skill, but compartmentalizing it as just a part of life… what you do to survive.  You know how.  You’ve done it a thousand times before. Relax, get into the groove, and let the muscle memory take over and free your mind to open another compartment and peek inside.  Where could it take you?  What could you learn about yourself, the world around you, and how you could interact with it and make that bitch yours?  Possibilities abound when you let go and give your mind room to get in the groove and just do it.

Tipping Cows In Fields Elysian

by Jake Block

There is an overriding theme in much of today’s Satanism that if we just get rid of Christianity… Muslims… Herd Mentality… The Shamwow guy, or any popular target for our disdain, the world would be a much better place, as if somewhere, somehow, a Satanic Utopia would be any less boring than any other Utopian dystopia.  It’s the ultimate herd mentality of “we are right” that has somehow become a mass sociogenic delusion, accepted as it stands as inviolate and sacrosanct.  Now, I will grant you that in the Western sphere of influences, Satanism would seem to be pitted against the Abrahamic religions, as they are those that dominate the majority number of adherents, however, those who choose Satanism’s banner simply because it opposes either or both sides of that coin might be surprised to find that they’ve missed the mark.  While Satanism is, indeed, at odds with the Abrahamic religions, it is also opposed to any and all faith based religions or philosophies that seek to control or dominate; to limit man’s expression or logical inquisition into the “rules” of the world in which he lives.
The Satanic Bible by Anton LaVey (Book of Satan) states:
“I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to interrogate the “laws of man and of “God!”
“I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten commandments.”
“Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence, and he who saith, “thou shalt” to me is my mortal foe!”
It’s not about rebelling against Christianity or even Abrahamic religion.  It’s about rebelling against any form of control based on dubious authority, or rules that are in opposition to our personal desires.    This idea was brought home in the 1953 movie The Wild One, starring Marlon Brando.  The lead character, Johnny, played by Marlon Brando is asked, “Hey Johnny, what are you rebelling against?”  To which, he answers, “What have you got?”
While Satanism’s bugaboo of choice when LaVey penned The Satanic Bible was Judeo-Christanity and “religionists” in general, he was writing in context to what his expected readership would most likely relate to, and in 1960s America, that would have been Christianity and the Abrahamic religious schools of thought.  Had he emerged from a culture that championed Buddhism or Hinduism, it might well have reflected a disdain for the mandates of religious adherence in thought and deed that accompany those control mechanisms.  If coming from a culture with absolutely no religious or dogmatic controls, he might well have been writing about resistance to militarism, rampant corporatism, corv’ee servitude, or any other mandate that might be seen as an oppression on the human spirit.
Even in an Anarchic or Utopian society, those possessed of the spark that ignites into the Black Flame of Satanism would find that there are aspects of their society that chaff them… make them conform against their wishes, or kow tow to the cultural mold in one way or another, and in this, require them to react and resist.  Not “bitching just to bitch,” mind you, but exercising their inalienable right to challenge the whys and wherefores, to examine and reject, and to form their own opinions based solely on personal dictates based on individual need.  The Satanist is the spirit of resistance and the questioning of all things, and is not dependent upon religious oppression and dogma for their inspiration.
Wherever there is a threat to free thought or personal liberty, there will be someone to challenge.  Wherever someone demands compliance, there will be someone to say, “No.”  Wherever there is a culture of involuntary servitude, there will be someone to bend and break the rules, even at the risk of their own existence.  Where ever there are sacred cows, there will be a Satanist to tip them.

Move Along, There’s Nothing To See Here

by Jake Block

Right now, somewhere on the Left Hand Path, there are schisms and dissolutions happening that seem momentous, for the moment, but like the very galaxies that wheel and crash into one another in a cosmic cataclysm of considerable calamitousness, when it’s all said and done, much ado about nothing.  Certainly there will be casualties in any internal struggle for control of the hearts and minds of those around us, but in the end, the strong will survive and the vanquished will fade into obscurity, or reinvent themselves as something or someone else to begin again, seldom realizing their errors in judgement or method… doomed to repeat the same cycle until they finally get it right or move on to something else altogether.
They will, of course, wish to share their dramas with you, so even if you have nothing to do with the groups, don’t be surprised if your inbox becomes full of lurid tales of he said/she said, bad soap-operas that unfortunately are the stuff of the realities of those who see themselves as somehow bigger than life.  It’s a mental illusion caused by the ego boost of the internet, where every man is a king and they’re living large on Cloud Nine.  The Temptations sang about “Cloud Nine”…
“You can be what you wanna be.
You ain’t got no responsibility.
Every man, every man is free.
You’re a million miles from reality.”
The reality is that there are at least two sides to every story and in their polar opposition, the vast areas of grey in between are most often ignored, yet that is where the truth often lies.  Organizations change, people change, situations and even life itself changes.  There are those who will debate it until they’re old and gray and there are people who will contemplate, analyze, dissect and parse until the proverbial cows come home, in order to find some deep, esoteric meaning.  Most often it’s  not worth the effort.  Most often, it’s clouds in your coffee.  Most often, it’s simply the childish posturing of children on the playground in the bodies of adults.
The Sect of the Horned God takes no sides in the dramas of other groups and remains neutral towards the inner workings of other organizations.  We have our own internal mechanisms and our own core principles that we adhere to, and one of those is that we won’t air our laundry in public.  If we have internal disagreements between those members who assist in the steering of our “ship of state,” they will be handled internally and with dignity and in a calm and businesslike manner.  Members come and members go within the Sect of the Horned God, and that is as it should be, for we are interested in growth, diversity and education… learning from one another.  If one of the things that we learn is that we need to move on in a different direction, it’s not a cataclysmic disaster; simply natural evolution and change.  If you don’t evolve and change, you become stagnant and stale.
Truthfully, we have much more important things that we need to concentrate on, and we would hope that you do too.

Hateful Hate

by Jake Block

“Hate your enemies with a whole heart, and if a man smite you on one cheek, SMASH him on the other!; smite him hip and thigh, for self-preservation is the highest law.”
— Anton LaVey, The Satanic Bible, The Book of Satan III
Hate is nothing unfamiliar to most Satanists.  Ask them, and you’ll be entertained for hours at the sheer number of people and things that they hate.  People.  Places.  Things.  Of course there are things to hate in this world, and there are things that should make your blood boil.  It’s these things that make people become activists for change, from civil rights to the reform of government and institutions that are concerned with the welfare and social mobility of the citizenry.
Then there is the hate of people for whom they are politically, philosophically or religiously opposed.  It’s a hatred based on little more than one’s personal choices that are in opposition to whatever their chosen adversary has chosen.  Now, it’s one thing if that adversary has attacked you personally, and then one can understand the desire to unleash Lex Talionis in its most vitriolic of forms.  A personal assault is rightly addressed and rightly prosecuted by those who have been personally injured by another with impunity.  The fear of such retaliation in many cases prevents such attacks.  During the reign of the Stuart Dynasty under James VI, the motto, “Nemo me impune lecessit” (No one cuts (attacks) me with impunity) was adopted and remains the motto of the Order of the Thistle.  When attacked personally, like the Scottish warriors of old, defend and, indeed, make them certain never to attack again.
But today we see brave warriors on the internet in a constant and hyperbolic war with ideas of others and, paradoxically, proclaiming it a war against herd mentality, and insisting that the world would be so much better if these “sheeple” would simply abandon their line of thinking and think what they… our mighty warriors… think.  The hypocrite is most often blind to his own hypocrisy.  They wage an unending war of words against not people, but ideas.  They become the thought police, declaring that this thought or that thought is verboten, unless it is one that they personally embrace as truth.  The are incapable of any conversation that does not lend itself to turning it into a captive audience for them to spew forth their venom against any and all who would dare think beyond their given station.  They rail and they posture and spend hours in crafting their attacks, never realizing that in their obsessions, they have become the captive of their foe, who now can claim victimization and garner sympathy from those that the warrior sought to impress.
When you become obsessed with anything, you become it’s bitch.  You become its spokesman and you become its bullying enemy whose tactics will always seem to be suspect in the eyes of those who read their words.  Being that they are being so vehemently aggressive over an idea, the thinking mind cannot help but wonder… “Ok… so, what’s THIS person’s agenda?  Why is it so important to THEM what others think.  And if I think something different, am I to become their next victim for intimidation?”  They soon become a parody of themselves and their hypocrisy in espousing free thought, all the while opposing it in others, soon becomes a glaring and damning truth.”
I have long believed that to show the fallibility of an idea or a concept, it’s often best to simply allow its most ardent of spokesmen to speak.
The opposite of love, it has been said, is hate.  But hate shows that you care, and care enough to make sure everyone within hearing knows it.  Hate causes you to expend energy in direct, and often futile opposition against an opponent who, if he’s wise enough to realize it, can simply feed off of your energies and milk the audience for support and attention, for they are under constant attack.  Rightly or wrongly, it is one’s enemy who will always garner sympathy in the face of withering assault.  If you wish to watch your enemy wither and his cause dry up and die, you need do nothing except ignore them.  Live your life as best as you can despite their condemnations.  Soon those within your sphere of influence will take their cues from your calm demeanor and likewise begin to shut them out as “squeaky wheels” demanding grease, while you, on the other hand, are the picture of composure and normalcy.  Those who press unpopular causes only do so where there is either a sympathetic audience, or an adversary that can make them a hero.
When you are tempted to troll your enemies, or engage in volumes of text to show how much you hate them, becoming predictable in your attack and in you rebuttal, remember that to do so shows that your enemy du jour means enough to you that you will allow them to drain your energy and waste your time in endless rounds of cut and paste threads.  For that, they will love you, as it gives them the attention that they so desire.   Return that love and call it hate, if you must, but realize that it’s a wasted and time consuming effort in the final analysis.   The wise Satanist might well consider that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.

Sometimes You Just Do What Needs To Be Done

by Jake Block

There are times that you do what you want and there are times when you don’t do what you should.  But there are sometimes that you just do what needs to be done, ignoring the risks to do what you need to do.  It’s not a case for altruism, because there’s no real choice in the matter.  It’s simply a time when the boss asks, “Can I count on you?”  You promise him that you will get the job done and hell or high water, it will be done.

Case in point:  In Vietnam, the area I was in went active.  Every base in the area was taking fire to suppress their ability to assist troops under siege at a forward operating base (FOB) near Kon Tum.  The Viet Cong were firing rockets, mortars and automatic weapons whenever they saw any sign of activity on the flight line.  We worked in the dark, but all night long, illumination flares lit up the perimeter line, making easy targets of those who would come out of hiding.  The downside was that they also illuminated the flight line and the runway.  In the middle of the night we got a call to prepare four combat pallets for departure within the hour.  The question in everyone’s eyes was the same. “We’re going out THERE?”

The boss came into our ready room and told us what was going to need to happen.  We needed three pallets of ammunition and one pallet of food and medical supplies built, strapped and ready to go in one hour for a combat engine running onload.  Basically, we would be loading 4 large aluminum based pallets full of equipment, and putting them onto a K-Loader, which is a specialized aircraft loading vehicle with rollers to assist in shoving the pallets onto the aircraft.  The problem was that it had no protection.  Basically it was a flatbed with rails to keep the crew from falling off, so the load crew would be exposed targets while getting the cargo onto the aircraft.  We solved this problem by chaining a line of 463L pallets standing on end to the side rail of the driver’s side of the vehicle.  They wouldn’t stop bullets, but they would make it more difficult for the enemy to see what they were shooting at.  We loaded the 4 pallets on the k loader in positions 1through 4, leaving room in positions 5 and 6 for our four man load crew to lie down to avoid being targets while getting to the C130, already inbound for its cargo.  We would be unarmed, as there was no way we could do our jobs and fire back to protect ourselves, so all we had in the way of armor were our helmets and flack jackets.

The flares stopped and the flightline went dark as the C130 touched down and rolled to its position about half way down the runway.  Already, our driver had positioned the k loader behind the plane, which had now lowered its ramp.  The driver was easing up to the back of the plane.  Five minutes and we would be out and heading back to the relative safety of the compound.  We didn’t have five minutes.  The enemy began walking mortars down the runway toward us, and the k loader and plane began taking small arms fire.  We had to move.  The pilot gunned the C130 and it began to roll, our driver keeping the k loader moving at the same rate of speed.  When we hit 25 MPH, the crew flashed the interior lights, which was our cue to load.  We stood up, now exposed to enemy fire and strained against the cargo to get it rolling toward the plane.  Hoping that the cargo didn’t jam, we were pushing with all of our might until all four pallets were on board, and we continued to push until the flight crew locked them in position.

Our K loader peeled away from the aircraft and headed back to the compound while we rushed to lock all of the cargo in place.  We had no idea if we would be able to get off of the aircraft, as its first priority was the cargo for the troops under fire.  We would have to stay with the aircraft, if we couldn’t get off before it reached its launch point.  We were dripping with sweat as the plane continued its roll.  Looking out the back of the plane, we could see tracer bullets crossing both ways behind us and, through it all, we could see our boss, head low behind the steering wheel, a determined look on his face, racing toward the plane in our crew transport truck.  The C130 slowed to a crawl and the loadmaster yelled, “Get off or you’re going with us.”  We jumped from the back of the plane, stayed low, and watched as it roared toward the end of the runway and launched.  Moments later, we dove into the crew transport and hugged the floor until we were back in the compound.  The supplies our troops needed to hold their position were on their way.  Our job was done.

People sometimes think that these kinds of acts by soldiers in the field are altruistic and therefore “unsatanic,” but truth be known, they are simply options and choices that one has to make to complete their mission.  The military mission is inherently a dangerous one, and from day one, you are trained that you either learn to accept those dangers or get out and do something safe, like painting houses or selling shoes.  But even in those “safe jobs,” there are often things that you don’t want to do, or that you might feel aren’t important, but if you are being paid to do the job, you are being paid to do what must be done, whether you like it or not.  It’s a matter of pride and professionalism that you are the best at whatever you do, not for the rewards, although in doing a job in an exemplary manner, rewards will surely come.  Moreover, it’s for the feeling of satisfaction and self respect that one feels when they do a job and do it well.  No amount of pay can give you that feeling, but the feeling is a reward unto itself.


by Jake Block



"The Invention, Development and Prognosis of Christ
  1. Year 1 c.e. An Idea
  2. Year 100 c.e. The Son of God
  3. Year 1800 c.e. The acme of human perfection
  4. Year 1900 c.e. A great teacher
  5. Year 1950 c.e. A revolutionary
  6. Year 1970 c.e. A fallible, representative man
  7. Year 1975 c.e. A symbolic image, representative of a human type.
  8. Year 1985 c.e. A descriptive word with an interesting origin
  9. Year 2000 c.e. A well-known folk myth”
— Anton LaVey, The Satanic Rituals (circa 1969 c.e.)
You and I, the earth, the planets and even Facebook has a timeline that can be plotted and, as in LaVey’s analysis of the evolution of the Christ figure, predicted to some degree, if one understands the cyclical nature of things. As we learned in our basic science classes, matter can neither be created nor destroyed, but reused by changing its state, form and function, there by becoming the raw material and building blocks of things yet to come. Even seemingly dead things, like rocks have a timeline, moving through an endless recycling of the earth itself via the rising and descending of massive tectonic plates, at once a pebble then perhaps a plain and even a mighty mountain range. Pangea to Pangea as the continents drift and collide, our planet becomes renewed in a cycle that is never ending and unstoppable. Even extinction level events like the asteroids, Ice Ages and other natural phenomena that erase the evolutionary mistakes and misdirections to bring forth new species and new evolutionary paths take us, as a world, ever forward. With each renewal, and every shifting of the path, the timeline continues… the timeline endures.
In a microcosmic sense, the human cycle of birth, death, reabsorption and renewal helps us make sense of this sometimes “senseless act of living.” In societies that believe in reincarnation, the matter that was once “human” maintains its integrity as a “soul” and is recycled over and over again as in a purifying crucible until the penultimate being is pure and ready to be ascended to form union with the godhead. Pangea to Pangea. Satanism, sees no recycling of the human “soul,” but recognizes the eternal timeline, as in LaVey’s writing on man as an island. “I am involved in growth, and the incompetent dead can at best provide fertilizer.  Then, although the land be lesser in size, it will be richer in soil and lusher in visage.”  The dead simply return to the earth from whence they came, acting as fertilizer for the renewal process.  There is no divine unification, but a realization that when one dies, the world goes on and they simply become base material for the continuation of existence without psychic self-awareness or sentience.
Within the timelines of existence, there will always be those whose influence and elevated enlightenment sways others to examine and sometimes accept their viewpoint. In the case of cultures so inclined, Messiah’s, Prophets and Holy Men emerge. It is their duty to maintain the standards of those cultures to which they ascend, based on their acceptance and reinterpretation of that which had been reinterpreted before in conformance to cultural lineage. In the case of those who, by natural selection and genetic predisposition, find that their minds need to delve deeper into the cultural myth and mythos, coming up with new interpretations that might contradict the cultural norm, or even radically deny it, Philosophers, Revolutionaries and those who we recognize today as “Left Hand Path” personalities emerge. It is their duty to challenge the standards of those cultures to which they ascend, based on personal examination of the cultural myth and mythos, clarifying and recodifying it to meet the needs of modernity, often in defiance of cultural direction.
Each of us has our own timeline that begins with our birth and ends with our death. What we do with it is pretty much a function or our personality, our ability to think, analyze and rationalize our lives in context with a greater whole. It behooves us to use our time wisely, for we shall never pass this way again.

Drama For Your Mama

by Jake Block


It’s one of the less savory phenomena to be seen on social networking sites all over the internet.  This is especially true in organizations that promote themselves on the web and invite others to join them as fellow travelers on whatever path they choose to walk.  In the beginning, it’s a pleasant journey, and everyone gets along, duckies and rabbits play and the Skittles rainbow makes everything ok.
Contrast this with six months (if even that far) down the road when the cracks begin to show in the group’s wall of solidarity.  This once cohesive group that couldn’t be more in tune with each other now uses that same social networking capability to crucify one another in the court of public opinion with “he-said, she-said” squabbles, endless cut and paste sagas of private emails now posted to public sites, each side attempting to vilify the other while appearing to hold the moral high ground, and YouTube videos taking the same back and forth to the next level of ever escalating drama, rumor, innuendo and rhetoric from both sides reminding me of the old Hombre’s song, “Let It All Hang Out.”
It’s seldom about truth, as either side has its own agenda and manipulates the facts to make themselves look good.  The whole purpose is to take a private matter public and to try to get as many people as you can to come to one side or the other, and help to extend and exacerbate the problem to which they really have no personal connection.  They say it’s “taking it to the streets,” but actually it’s little more than airing your dirty laundry in public.  Things that can and SHOULD be handled by adults in private emails become laid bare for the vicarious entertainment of the masses.
It was not uncommon for Anton LaVey to be accosted in the street by someone who had an axe to grind regarding some philosophical point of order.  His response was pretty much, “Write me a letter, and if I feel I want to respond, I’ll get back to you.”  If the person persisted, his response would be, “Look.  I’ve told you what I am willing to do to accommodate you, so let me make this clear, I DON’T DO BUSINESS IN THE STREET.”
While an argument on the street (or open on the web) might be entertaining for those who stop and gawk, it seldom if ever resolves a conflict of interests, generally escalates to a more general disruption of the lives of those involved, and does little more than cause the gawkers to join in, choosing sides in a personal drama that is basically none of their business.
The Sect of the Horned God has distinguished itself in handling internal differences in-house, as well as any differences they see as impactful between The Sect of the Horned God and any other organization, be it Left Hand Path, Right Hand Path, or something in between.  If there is a problem, it’s handled with class and dignity, not dragging in into the public domain.  If it can be handled successfully, all the better.  If not, then as ladies and gentlemen, they wish their detractors well and part company.
One of the hallmarks of a viable organization is their unwillingness to participate in this kind of self perpetuating drama.  It’s a waste of time and energies that is pretty much like the old saying about arguing on the internet.  “It’s like being in the Special Olympics.  Win or lose, at the end of the day, you’re still retarded.”

Sailing In The Doldrums

by Jake Block

The Lithia’s masts stood unadorned by sails as she bobbed lightly from side to side.  No wind for days, then a week in this watery quagmire devoid of wind, that stalled even the most massive of ships in its grasp.  In the silence the sailors pulled her though, straining at the oars of the long boats.  “HEAVE,” the coxswain bellowed, and inch by inch he swore that the Lithia moved, but it was more adrift than under way.  Caught here in the doldrums, where many a mighty ship had floundered, they strained to pull it’s hulking hull until they could pull no more and so too, they were all lost at sea.
Many people struggle with lost causes and, like a ship caught hopelessly in the doldrums, refuse to admit defeat and row themselves to safety, clinging to a cause that eventually drags them down.  Heroically, they pull against all odds, clinging somehow to the spark of intrigue that lured them to their cause with promise of glory, and even when time and circumstance revealed that there was little truth in their cause, they hold on to their deception, as if by force of will they can somehow extract gold from a dead hulk of clay.  Despite logic and wisdom that says they should just accept the truth and move on, they stay with their bankrupted ideals, perhaps out of the shame of personal failure, because they have become too personally invested in it to admit that it was somehow in error and that they, despite their best intentions, were carried along in its wake.
From time to time we should always reevaluate the ideas and the philosophies we hold dear, and when we can honestly say that we can still find value in them and find value in attaching to them, it’s smooth sailing, to be sure.  But occasionally, after a time of seeing that what we thought was unassailable becoming more and more questionable, for whatever reason, it’s the wise person who takes a step back and reexamines where they stand now, in relation to where they stood THEN.  People change with the passage of time, and, so too do the things to which they resonate.  While at one time a philosophy might bring liberation, changes in circumstance and personal growth can, and often do, begin to limit one’s growth under that very same concept.
“ The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success – to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead custom that always prevent healthy expansion.  Theories and ideas that may have meant life and hope and freedom for our ancestors may now mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us!
As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure!
Whenever, therefore, a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret, for under the domination of an inconvenient falsehood, no one can prosper.”
— Anton LaVey, The Satanic Bible, The Book of Satan II
When you find yourself in life’s doldrums, as we all do, from time to time, struggling to progress can often be counterproductive, when a period of contemplation and introspection can often set you free.  Don’t be afraid to cut loose of ideas, circumstances, things and even people that hold you back.  It’s much better to row off to some new and hopeful future on a different philosophical island than it is to go down with the ship.
The Orders of The Sect of the Horned God

The Order of Pan
The Order of Cernunnos
The Order of Prometheus
The Order of Dionysis
The Order of Shiva