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Oh, faithful who know of my truth; keep away of words not from me. Never reveal my true features, for this is true sin. You do not know what the others will do with this knowlege once it leaves you.

Unspecified sacred text, Apocrypha

luxettenebris:

This past week I’ve found myself rereading parts of Milton’s Paradise Lost on a whim, and today I happened to come across a very thought-provoking discussion regarding Satan’s characterization within this work. What struck me in particular was the deceptive nature of this figure that so many Luciferians tend to shy away from or deny—we defend him against the title of ‘Father of Lies’ and we instead place him on a pedestal as an illuminator of truth.

But what I’ve come to realize is that Light is capable of both revealing and concealing truths (in that it can illuminate but also blind), and I think Luciferianism itself portrays this extremely well. Too often we may fool ourselves into thinking that we couldn’t possibly be wrong about something because our faith is so deeply rooted in seeking enlightenment. It is nearly unfathomable that we might willingly blind ourselves to truth in our endeavors to better ourselves, but it happens so often and with such ease that we don’t even think about it.

Speaking from experience, it is very easy to fall into a state where you think you are putting so much effort into learning and growing within this belief system that you really believe your faith and practice are showing you something new but in reality it’s just a more ornate version of the same old thing.  I don’t say this to discourage people or to point fingers (like I said, I fell trap to this very mindset myself for a fairly long time), but as a reminder that we need to frequently take a step back and critically examine ourselves and the work we’re doing.

We tend to look to these luciferian figures we admire so highly and try to rebuild ourselves in their image while forgetting that we were first drawn to them because they appealed to our own values. We have projected our own ideals onto them and now seek to emulate and develop them within ourselves—these lightbearer figures represent everything we want for ourselves because we have made them in our romanticized image. This is NOT necessarily a bad thing, particularly if we recognize that this is what we are doing and are thus knowingly giving these symbols a human voice—our voice. When we uphold humanity as having its own sort of divinity, and we acknowledge mankind as being capable of initiating enlightenment and growth within ourselves and creating our own gods within ourselves, this methodology is brilliant.

But with Lucifer figures who not only act as Lightbearers but Seducers as well, it is incredibly important that we recognize when they are merely holding up mirrors so that we may see our own reflections. They are meant to tempt us by appealing to what we think we already understand and accept, the challenge lies behind that mirror. This is where all those difficult questions come into play, where we must shatter those comfortable ideas and perceptions we have held onto so tightly and rebuild anew so that we see through windows instead of mirrors.  

I think that’s what I love most about that depiction; I don’t so much follow Lucifer in his Lightbearer aspect so much as I do a pinpoint of in the distance, like a star. Only faint, but darkness surrounds the rest of it.

And I think that’s important; knowing and understanding evil, ignorance, indifference, greed, sloth, vanity… it’s all a part of knowledge; the apple we have to bite. In coming to understand those things, we’re better informed for our decisions in the future; in our daily lives, and on our spiritual paths also. I have this idea that Lucifer shows us evil AND good so that we DO have that ability to make informed choices.

At risk of getting myself into trouble here; its easy to follow any faith or path that advocates attending services or worship every so often but doesn’t hold people personally accountable for the way they treat other human beings. Blissful ignorance keeps you from having a burdened conscience, sure. You might even be happier for it. But if all it takes is an ‘I’m sorry’ and a few disingenous words or prayers to make everything better, just how much closer to that enlightenment are we really?

Of course, this begs the definition of the word ‘enlightenment’. Also what sort of afterlife people aspire to in the first place.

At any rate, once again, well spoken Lux.

Original Posted May 18th, 2014

Speaking with another godspouse this evening, reading an accounting of their relationship with their divine husband, responding to a comment that was made, I started to elaborate on something I’ve known in the back of my mind for a long time,  but never really had a cause to ponder until I actually set out to explain it to someone else. And when the thought came to me, it had the profound effect of making me feel a lot better about a lot of things. About being his wife, about relating to other wives, about the issue of jealousy and anger and everything else that I’ve felt when it comes to our past, and recent events. It’s a balm on my spirit, and on my heart.

What I’m about to say isn’t going to sit well with some people; I expect that. Actually were I anywhere else, I would expect a good degree of backlash over it. Right now, that doesn’t matter, and I find myself not caring about it. I’m tired of people’s petty dramas. I’m tired of people’s hypocritical judgmental attitudes, and the way that everyone polices everyone else instead of being concerned about their own selves. This is not only a sacred space for Lu, but I’ve got to start making it more than that. I’ve got to start making it a sacred space about both of us, because we’re both in this together. That is so important. So while I thank you for being a reader, here, your opinions on what I’m going to say don’t matter to me. And if they’re going to cause you to become offended or angry or any other [insert gripe here], you’re welcome to leave, but I don’t care. I’m going to ignore anyone and everyone who isn’t positive and supportive, or at least respectful. And that’s just part of taking care of myself.

Once, a while ago, someone asked how it was possible for people who work with different facets of Lucifer to reconcile the differences in canon and lore. For example, a pop culture pagan I know meets up with the Lucifer from the Supernatural verse. Given that I don’t believe in godforms and “aspects” and other diluted forms of godwork-and yes, I apologize if that sounds elitist, but I’ve already stated before that I’m a hard polytheist-how is it possible that the myth and gnosis of the Lucifer that I work with can have so many parallels to that of a fictional counterpart that people do have experience in working with and yet be so different at the same time? At first it may seem like the very idea conflicts with itself, but Lucifer was his usual graceful self in the way that he responded, and used a metaphor of a comet to explain the phenomenon of it to me.

As a comet flies through the solar system, it breaks up. At it comes closer and circles the sun, it sheds pieces of itself; usually ice, and this is what gives it the appearance of a “tail” trailing behind it. Lucifer described other “Lucifers” in the exact same way; that as he went on his walk through his exploratory venture through the cosmos,  (UPG* this was prior to his fall) pieces of him as a larger entity broke off and fell away. They scattered throughout creation as he hurled throughout existence, and in this way, parts of himself became their own beings. Sentient, their own small comets hurling through time, space, dimensions, reality, but never losing that little bit of themselves that was once a part of the grander entity.

In thinking about this, and contemplating my issue of jealousy,  I was hit with a It very moving and profound motion. It doesn’t matter how “many” wives Lucifer has. My Lucifer is not so and so’s Lucifer, is not X or Y’s Lucifer, is not whoever-elses-Lucifer here. He is grander than the one bottle both myself and others have tried to put him in.

There’s a bit of Gnostic lore that I read once upon a time-and pardon, I can’t remember exactly where, though I suspect it was Malcom Godwin, that states that when Lucifer treked through the universe, the path he walked led to the creation of The Milky Way. Maybe there are as many bits of him as there are stars in the same galaxy. Given that, it doesn’t matter how Lucifer appears to his followers, it doesn’t matter if he speaks to one wife differently than he does another, because he’s not the same for one as he is for another. My Lucifer, the one I know, has appeared to me in many, many forms. But  I’ve recognized his voice calling me no matter what face he’s wearing and who he’s speaking through. In dreams I can be running, and I can hear that voice speaking, and I  know I’m safe. I could be drowning and dying and see those eyes above me, and I know Lucifer is watching me, and he’s with me. It’s always been that way.

But that’s not the same pair of eyes that watches, say,  another Lucifers!Wife. Do they have elements in common? Yes. Because they all came from the same source. Just like geneticists say that mankind, as diverse as we seem now, came from a bottleneck of material and everyone is somehow linked to everyone else. It’s the same idea.

So with that thought, and a crooning voice in my head, I understand now why he’s always told me not to worry. Not to give it so much thought, not to rip myself to shreds over it. I am his only wifethe only one he loves. Not because of any inborn sense of elitism or desire for monogamy… but literally, in every sense of the notion, there is plenty of him to go around. My Lucifer is my Lucifer. I’m His. The other will have hir own, and hirs will not be the same as mine. She is not the wife of the same chunk of ice that I am. And there’s nothing wrong with that. 

It makes it even more sacred. That each of us is something unique and precious to him, because the imprints that he leaves on us, as those that love him, are in turn as unique and precious as fingerprints. In the cosmic scale of things, it’s had to grasp. It’s mind-blowing.

And you know? Maybe all gods are this way. Maybe however they spring into being, however they are, there are so many and they are so vast and infinite, as many of their followers have stated, that there is no way our minds can even conceive of them. This is what makes them gods. Just like there are more comets zipping through space than we can count, so too are there gods. Like stars, innumerable, immeasurable, each one of them their own diamond. Each one of them special, beautiful, and personal to their followers. There are enough of them to go around. Whether or not they choose to interact with man is at their own discretion. Some may wish to be lovers. Some fathers, brothers. Some even just teachers. Some, only stories, or distant observers. Their vastness and hugeness sets them apart from human spirits or other entities. Because they have that power.

This brings me great peace. I’ll treasure my Lucifer; for his elegant countenance and his biting cruelty; the way he’s tender with me and merciless for those who slough in ignorance.  For his voice, that sonorous baritone, and those pale, cold eyes, at once both tender and severe, and the way he looks at me as if I was meant just for him.

Because I was. 

He told me once I was his poet. I am, because this is one piece of him that chose me. There are others that will find others; have found others. But from this point on, I feel like I don’t have to be jealous of him. No one will experience this part of him like I do. Whatever eternity I find myself in, it’s meant to be with him. But he’s large enough that each of us can have him and none of us will have the same. That’s the beauty of all of it.

Which also gets back to a fundamental tenant of Gnostic [Theistic] Luciferianism. There is no right or wrong way to practice. And so many of us have lost sight of this. But imagine… if every one of us truly is unique, then maybe there’s a being out there truly meant for each and every one of us. Be it a god, a myth, a spirit, or a bodied person. And because each of us walks a different path; to spiritual truth, to personal serenity, to bliss-none of us has the right to force our ideas or our truths on another. Because their truth is not our truth, and visa versa. Their god(s) are not our gods. Unless them being the same is your truth.

I know this is a hard concept to grasp. It’s not godforms. But think; there are a billion and more people on this planet. As a Whole, we make up Human(ity). But you look closer, each one of us has our own identifying traits. Our own personalities, history, everything. Right down to our fingerprints. Maybe gods are the same way. Maybe God A is the name, but God A has a lot of different individuals that comprise it, and all with their own fingerprints, too.

Wow. 

And this is why it’s OK for there to be more than one godspouse/brother/sister/son/daughter. There’s enough room for that. For all of us. And then some.

The God/desses are amazing. 

So if I act like I’m the only Wife in the world that matters to him, it’s not because I feel I’m better than you. It’s because I don’t care what your Lucifer is, if he says you’re his. I’ll honor you as a Wife, so long as you give me the same curtousy. But I will expect that your Lucifer has Hir own fingerprints, and is not the same is mine, even if they have things in common; not everyone with hazel eyes and brown hair and tan skin are the same, after all, even if they both like black shirts.

And the same goes for Lokeans, or Dionysians, or Odinswives, or any other godworker/family/claimed. I will expect your experiences to vary among you, even if they have some skeins in common. I’ll also honor the way you are with them, and them with you, and every aspect of that relationship. Because it’s so personal and beautiful, especially, if you’re brave enough to share it with the world. 

vespersdusk:

I need to let something out that has been bothering me for months now:

Your Luciferianism is not the definition of Luciferianism. You think Luciferianism is about spreading knowledge, helping humanity, becoming a god or godlike? That’s great, but that’s an aspect of Luciferianism and not the whole picture. I am just as much as a Luciferian as you are, despite the fact I consider what you think makes a Luciferian as secondary importance.

Acting like your beliefs and practices are the one true way to be a Luciferian can be harmful… and not at all educational. I have tried countless of times to mold myself to your views on Luciferianism, only to end up feeling like something crucial was missing to my path, to feel like my beliefs and opinions would contradict yours (hence why I never really talk here much) and to end up struggling with what you deem as right and what I know is right to me… because I wanted acceptance.

A lot of people turn to you because they want a starting point, an idea how to practice, what might be right and wrong and all that but what you do can also hurt others because there are people who will absorb those words like a sponge and there are people who want to know how to do things right and perfect and when you indicate that your way is the one true way to be a Luciferian… they’ll believe it’s the only way and get the messes I have gotten into when they realize their way differs from yours and that there is no true way to practice Luciferianism.

And there isn’t. You practice your way and define it your way, I practice it my way and try to define it to include all as much as possible because Luciferianism is non-dogmatic and diverse and not just about spreading knowledge, helping humanity, apotheosis or enlightenment and the like.

I’m not shoving my views in your face… I’m trying to get you to see what you can do to people and evaluate yourself and your words, as well as our differences and similarities when/before you try to educate people because your Luciferianism isn’t the definition of Luciferianism.

To create better resources on Luciferianism, which I know a lot of you want, you have to start with yourself because people turn to you for a starting point, people suggest you as a starting point… but you can’t flavor that with toxicity.

The changes you’re looking for start with you.

Mourning Star:  A slight variation off of the previous title, with a very different meaning.  Mourning is define as “the expression of deep sorrow for someone who as died”.  Frequently, I see Morning Star and Mourning Star used interchangeably, and I’m not sure if that’s the result of a language barrier or a dialect shift (like “color” vs. “colour”), but there is a very clear difference, in my eyes, between the two.  I almost consider “Morning Star” the before-the-Fall title, and “Mourning Star” the after-the-Fall title.  This title acknowledges that he is still bright, still beautiful, still an angel or star, but it also acknowledges that he may be in mourning after his Fall.  He may not show this side to everyone, and most days he may not feel this way, but I believe that for a time, and maybe even now and then lately, so many years later, that he felt a true mourning for what happened.  Heaven was his home, after all, and Yahweh his Father, and no matter how it came about or why, the chances are probably good that he mourned that loss, even if he does so rarely or even not at all now.

I too differentiate between Morningstar and Mourningstar, and refer to the latter heavily in my own writing, although I want to give credit to the person who I think originally came up with the variation of ‘mourningstar’. I first came across it through their wordpress blog, O Mourning Star, and since then it has just stuck with me.

My spirituality isn’t based on any lore; it’s inspired by some, but in a certain unique way that I don’t think is well understood.

The foundation for my spirituality, is in fact, dreams. I view my dreams, no matter how crazy or weird or outlandish they seem to a waking mind (they’re certainly not that way when you dream them!), as a center focus point to my spiritual practice. I think this is where I start to run into the problem of miscommunicating the whole thing when I’m attempting to explain it.

There are two parts of my spirituality that are constantly at war with one another; the part that believes in an afterlife, and the part that doesn’t, that takes an almost atheistic approach to it. By that I mean, I sometimes (not always!) *don’t* believe in a conscious existence after death; and it’s that very idea, which sometimes even makes it to the level of fear, that influences everything I do.

This is why I make stories out of my dreams; why I write them down (and write period, actually) with the fervor that I do. Because if all that’s left of us when we’re gone is a story… then isn’t it up to us to make it a good one?

Which I have every intention of doing.

The Lucifer I know and love has always been a very huge part of my very colorful dream life; his voice always the  same, his presence always as beautiful as ever, in a way that words can’t do justice.

Because of that constant presence, I really don’t care how much “substance” my practice and my spirituality has to other people. Obviously, people don’t have the same dreams I do. Do I have ones that are totally weird like walking down to the grocery store with different colored sneakers to buy Roger Rabbit a smoothie (or something … ?)? Sure. Everyone does. Do I have normal dreams about fights with my mom and husband or forgetting to pack my husband’s lunch for him before he goes into work in the morning or whatever? Of course. And I won’t even get started on the nightmares.

But I also have very vivid interactions with Lu, in places that are familiar, in (relatively) sequential fashion. Either as colorful imaginings of my unconscious mind (in an atheistic ideal), or as a “real” god/spirit/ect. interacting with me. You know? I really don’t care about the particulars of it.

So I guess, in writing this out (like I just did in my journal, pondering this whole thing) … I just think that I spend a lot of time worrying about other  people seeing my practice and spirituality as “legit”, when I really honestly shouldn’t, and it’s stupid for me to try. It’s a waste of time for me to try. Explaining how a spirituality can come completely from dreams and the stories that arise from them to other people would be like Da Vinci trying to explain his flying models to a turnip.

I suppose in the past a lot of the flack I’ve gotten as a person is because I seem like a know-it-all or have a better-than-you attitude. And maybe they’re right. I don’t feel insecure in my spirituality the way a lot of other people do because mine is a direct experience. I see my god, and his spirits, and their worlds, as clearly in my dreams as I do anything when I’m awake. And maybe when the electrons in my brain stop firing those dreams, that existence ends with them. And if that’s the case, my afterlife is only substantial and made real by the stories that I created while I was here.

And maybe it’s the other way around; maybe there is something after, in which case, I’ll be right, and I’ll also be dead, and probably find all of this hilarious.

But either way? If having a very tangible practice and a spirituality based around something I can see and feel and touch every day, and being secure in the same because of that fact, makes me a know it all? Well okay. I don’t have to wonder about a lot of things because really for me it can only go one of two ways. There’s nothing so I have to write it/live it, or there’s something and the joke was on me all along. I don’t *have* to be right about Lucifer. I don’t *have* to be right about ANY.THING. Not him, his worlds, or anything to do with either or. Because I know what I see and feel when I’m in those dream-places. There’s really nothing to argue about when it comes to how I experience my relationship with him because the dreams in and of themselves were fact; they happened. They’re valid for me regardless of if they are for anyone else. And while I welcome and even encourage others to share in my experiences with me; I love discussing them; nothing in this world or any other is going to convince me that my dreams and the spirituality that arises from them aren’t just as important as anyone else’s faith, or practice. This is mine, and spiritually, it satisfies me. And if that bothers or threatens some people, I really can only feel sorry for them;  that their own spiritual foundation is so shaky they have to set about trying to degrade and destroy someone elses. Likely in an attempt to detract from their own wanting.

Given this being brought up in the tags and then by someone in another conversation this afternoon; I’ve decided to discuss this a little bit, and hopefully share my take on the situation, if it helps anybody. And of course, I always encourage geniune, relevant discussion on these sorts of things when they come up.

I’ve thought about this a lot, of course-think about this a lot, because I’m one of those sorts of people that likes to throw myself into an existential hair-pulling fit practically every other day, for only TMS himself knows why. I’ve gotten this question before, but needless to say, my response to it didn’t get taken very well. I’ll see if I can spare the sarcasm and self-depreciating humor this time in order for it all to make more sense. And, of course, this only applies to me … not to any other Luciferian. That should go without saying, but there you have it.

The simplest way for me to state what I feel happens is, ‘whatever your god wants’. Or, if a person doesn’t believe in a god, whatever you feel is accurate to what will happen. I think that every single person on the planet has the ability and capacity to choose their own afterlife in a way befitting their belief system; that they may choose their own state of being after death. Whether that choice is to give up their choice (EG Free Will) or no. I don’t believe that there is any faith on the face of this planet that has all of their canon 100% accurate; nor do I think there’s one that has it 100% wrong either. That’s not for me to say, obviously; my experience of the Divine is going to be different from the person’s sitting next to me.

When I was a kid and going to Sunday school, I heard the priests mention that saying from the bible a lot; ‘God created man in his own image’. Of course, when I was younger, I took this pretty literally (and figured god must have looked like an old grandpa, like in the pictures in my bible). I rather suspect a lot of other people do, too, and that’s a large part of some of the excuses for bigotry and intolerance in more radical fundamentalist sects of different faiths, but that’s a whole different idea to explore on another day.

But later, as I got older, and even before I took my formal oath(s) to Lucifer, I began to see that saying from a different lens; the lens of a painter, an artist. That whatever Divine had given breath to humanity (when I do indeed believe in a Divine. Some days, I don’t, and I’m constantly at war with myself over this, but again-different topic, different day) made us with the capacity to be creators in our own right.

And I don’t mean biologically, of course. but rather that the combined powers of our imagination, hopes, and dreams, turned into inspiration, can come up with all kinds of wonderful (and sometimes terrifying!) things. And even, if you want to take that a step further, that the energy that we put into some of those things and thoughtforms are even capable of assuming their own lives and energy, given enough time and power put into them.

I often refer to two works to reference this idea; the first being the Robin Williams film What Dreams May Come. This film illustrated wonderfully, to me, the means by which human beings have the ability to fashion our own afterlives; that our most precious dreams become our Heaven, and that our most dark and deepest fears and nightmares become our own personal Hell … and that eternity is plenty large enough for each person to have their own. The second work(s) I reference is Piers Anthony’s On a Pale Horse, of the Incarnation of Immortality series. In one scene in this book, a novice death goes to collect the soul of an Atheist; only for the Atheist to tell him in his final few seconds, for which the ‘clock’ is stopped, that he does not believe in a heaven or hell. That he believes that “death” is just a hallucination of his dying mind. True to his idea, when Death starts the clock again, the Atheist’s soul simply rises up before dispersing like smoke into non-existence, never to be seen again. That always stuck with me, long before I was honestly serious about my spirituality.

So, to me, what happens to a Theistic Luciferian in their afterlife has a lot to do with the sort of afterlife they expect to have. For me, if I’ve done good by the oaths I’ve made to him, I’ll have a permanent place at his side… as his wife. Because that’s what he approached me for, though of course, that has responsibilities all it’s own. However should I fail him in these duties and in my responsibility, to me, it would mean another incarnation as a human being on earth. Which is not something I want or would even look forward to.  I’m tired enough as it is.

But of course, that is only *me* and what’s written for *me*-and it certainly doesn’t apply to the next Luciferian. Their success in whatever afterlife endeavor they aim for might mean a paradise in perpetual spring break in Malibu on the beach; their hell might be an eternity of blackjack with Nicholas Cage. Who knows! But I think that in some spiritual and religious systems, you *do* sign up for a specific afterlife, when you take whatever oath or pledge you do (EG baptism at an age of *informed* consent, ect) to become a part of that system. I don’t believe a Luciferian HAS this stipulation. We make our own way, our own oaths, we shape our own destiny. That’s the inherent beauty, and also the inherent danger in walking this path. Sometimes it’s hard to draw a line and say ‘this is what success means, this is what failure means, this is what my afterlife in the case of both is going to be like’. Because it’s so personal, so Gnosis based. Failure in and of itself might simply be never figuring it out.

But that’s a risk we take. And in that, we are free.

My spirituality isn’t based on any lore; it’s inspired by some, but in a certain unique way that I don’t think it well understood.

The foundation for my spirituality, is in fact, dreams. I view my dreams, no matter how crazy or weird or outlandish they seem to a waking mind (they’re certainly not that way when you dream them!) as a crucial center point to my practice. I think this is where I start to run into the problem of miscommunicating the whole thing when I’m attempting to explain it.

There are two parts of my spirituality that are constantly at war with one another; the part that believes in an afterlife, and the part that doesn’t, that takes an almost atheistic approach to it. By that I mean, I sometimes (not always!) *don’t* believe in a conscious existence after death; and it’s that very idea, which sometimes even makes it to the level of fear, that influences everything I do.

This is why I make stories out of my dreams; why I write them down (and write period, actually) with the fervor that I do. Because if all that’s left of us when we’re gone is a story. . . then isn’t it up to us to make it a good one?

Which I have every intention of doing.

The Lucifer I know and love has always been a very huge part of my very colorful dream life; his voice always the  same, his presence always as beautiful as ever, in a way that words can’t do justice.

Because of that constant presence, I really don’t care how much “substance” my practice and my spirituality has to other people. Obviously, people don’t have the same dreams I do. Do I have ones that are totally weird like walking down to the grocery store with different colored sneakers to buy Roger Rabbit a smoothie (or something . . . ?)? Sure. Everyone does. Do I have them about fights with my mom and husband or forgetting to pack my husband’s lunch for him before he goes into work in the morning or whatever? Of course. And I won’t even get started on the nightmares.

But I also have very vivid interactions with Lu, in places that are familiar, in (relatively) sequential fashion. Either as colorful imaginings of my unconscious mind (in an atheistic ideal), or as a “real” god/spirit/ect. interacting with me. You know? I really don’t care about the particulars of it.

So I guess, in writing this out (like I just did in my journal, pondering this whole thing) . . . I just think that I spend a lot of time worrying about other  people seeing my practice and spirituality as “legit”, when I really honestly shouldn’t, and it’s stupid for me to try. It’s a waste of time for me to try. Explaining how a spirituality can come completely from dreams and the stories that arise from them to other people would be like Da Vinci trying to explain his flying models to a turnip.

I suppose in the past a lot of the flack I’ve gotten as a person is because I seem like a know-it-all or have a better-than-you attitude. And maybe they’re right. I don’t feel insecure in my spirituality the way a lot of other people do because mine is a direct experience. I see my god, and his spirits, and their worlds, as clearly in my dreams as I do anything when I’m awake. And maybe when the electrons in my brain stop firing those dreams, that existence ends with them. And if that’s the case, my afterlife is only substantial and made real by the stories that I created while I was here.

And maybe it’s the other way around; maybe there is something after, in which case, I’ll be right, and I’ll also be dead, and probably find all of this hilarious.

But either way? If having a very tangible practice and a spirituality based around something I can see and feel and touch every day, and being secure in the same because of that fact, makes me a know it all? Well okay. I don’t have to wonder about a lot of things because really for me it can only go one of two ways. There’s nothing so I have to write it/live it, or there’s something and the joke was on me all along. I don’t *have* to be right about Lucifer. I don’t *have* to be right about ANY.THING. Not him, his worlds, or anything to do with either or. Because I know what I see and feel when I’m in those dream-places. There’s really nothing to argue about when it comes to how I experience my relationship with him because the dreams in and of themselves were fact; they happened. They’re valid for me regardless of if they are for anyone else. And while I welcome and even encourage others to share in my experiences with me; I love discussing them; nothing in this world or any other is going to convince me that my dreams and the spirituality that arises from them aren’t just as important as anyone else’s faith, or practice. This is mine, and spiritually, it satisfies me. And if that bothers or threatens some people, I really can only feel sorry for them;  that their own spiritual foundation is so shaky they have to set about trying to degrade and destroy someone elses. Likely in an attempt to detract from their own wanting.

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Blogger is Danyel, Pop Culture Pagan, Godspouse, Spiritworker, and Witch.

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