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I was walking home from school recently, the way I usually walk. I walk a few blocks, then come to an orchard, which I cut through as a short cut, then walk a few more blocks until I reach my house.
However, Winter had ended, and Spring was here, and so the almond trees were blossoming, which meant that there were bees. Tons of bees filled the orchard, which is bad news for me, considering I have a phobia of insects. I've lost control, screaming and freaking out, over something as small and common and a butterfly.
I stood for a moment, wondering if I should go in, or go a different way. Sure it would take longer, but I was terrified. "Go." A voice said. 'What?' I thought, of course questioning it. "Go. Stay on the path, don't doubt what I say, don't get distracted. Just walk, with your head up." Now, the orchard is grassy, but there is a dirt path from where people have walked/biked/run through, and I decided to take a chance and trust it. I walked along on the path, looking at the bees around me, terrified, but telling myself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. At one point the ground was a little muddy, so I walked in the grass. I looked down, and there were bees all in the grass, and I quickly stepped back onto the path. Towards the end, I felt much more confident, and eventually stepped out on the other side, glad I had taken a chance as the trees were beautiful, smelled wonderful, and I'd be getting home on time.
Here is the explanation. Whether father Ea Himself or another demon taught me this, I am not sure. But it was a metaphor. When we first begin as Satanists, we have so much fear. 'I shouldn't do this', 'This is a bad idea', 'I might get 'stung'/'hurt'', 'I might regret this, this is crazy', etc. Sure, we could turn around take that longer path- we could walk down the mundane streets, like all of the other people, guaranteed safety for now. But we would be depriving ourselves. We have to trust ourselves, that 'voice in our heads', whether it's our own, or a divine one, and take the first step on our path.
When I strayed from the path, I noticed bees, everywhere. These innocent little insects represented something important. When we stray from the path- when we skimp out on meditations, rituals, or we dabble in other religions, and start thinking too much or being too sympathetic for the three RHP religions (Christianity, Islam, and Judaism)- we are making ourselves SO MUCH MORE susceptible to attack, and if we find ourselves in such a situation, we'd better get back on the path quickly. Just like the bees, there will always be things we fear on this path, especially at the beginning. The objective is to overcome those fears, to not let ourselves be distracted or misguided.
We must be confident in our decision to walk this path and we must do so with our heads held high, always facing forward. We will be confronted with fear and doubt, but as you continue to progress, you will overcome these things. Despite the hardships, the discomforts (represented by the mud in my story) we must continue onward without straying, and in the end, we will not regret it. We will make it through, and we will not be disappointed, and we will smile knowing the beautiful path we walked, the things we've learned, and the opportunity we have that so many other people don't.
HAIL SATAN!
However, Winter had ended, and Spring was here, and so the almond trees were blossoming, which meant that there were bees. Tons of bees filled the orchard, which is bad news for me, considering I have a phobia of insects. I've lost control, screaming and freaking out, over something as small and common and a butterfly.
I stood for a moment, wondering if I should go in, or go a different way. Sure it would take longer, but I was terrified. "Go." A voice said. 'What?' I thought, of course questioning it. "Go. Stay on the path, don't doubt what I say, don't get distracted. Just walk, with your head up." Now, the orchard is grassy, but there is a dirt path from where people have walked/biked/run through, and I decided to take a chance and trust it. I walked along on the path, looking at the bees around me, terrified, but telling myself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. At one point the ground was a little muddy, so I walked in the grass. I looked down, and there were bees all in the grass, and I quickly stepped back onto the path. Towards the end, I felt much more confident, and eventually stepped out on the other side, glad I had taken a chance as the trees were beautiful, smelled wonderful, and I'd be getting home on time.
Here is the explanation. Whether father Ea Himself or another demon taught me this, I am not sure. But it was a metaphor. When we first begin as Satanists, we have so much fear. 'I shouldn't do this', 'This is a bad idea', 'I might get 'stung'/'hurt'', 'I might regret this, this is crazy', etc. Sure, we could turn around take that longer path- we could walk down the mundane streets, like all of the other people, guaranteed safety for now. But we would be depriving ourselves. We have to trust ourselves, that 'voice in our heads', whether it's our own, or a divine one, and take the first step on our path.
When I strayed from the path, I noticed bees, everywhere. These innocent little insects represented something important. When we stray from the path- when we skimp out on meditations, rituals, or we dabble in other religions, and start thinking too much or being too sympathetic for the three RHP religions (Christianity, Islam, and Judaism)- we are making ourselves SO MUCH MORE susceptible to attack, and if we find ourselves in such a situation, we'd better get back on the path quickly. Just like the bees, there will always be things we fear on this path, especially at the beginning. The objective is to overcome those fears, to not let ourselves be distracted or misguided.
We must be confident in our decision to walk this path and we must do so with our heads held high, always facing forward. We will be confronted with fear and doubt, but as you continue to progress, you will overcome these things. Despite the hardships, the discomforts (represented by the mud in my story) we must continue onward without straying, and in the end, we will not regret it. We will make it through, and we will not be disappointed, and we will smile knowing the beautiful path we walked, the things we've learned, and the opportunity we have that so many other people don't.
HAIL SATAN!
