PsychedelicPhantasm

Okay, now I have something to write about. I’m going Goetia. On Friday night, I’m doing it. I’m going to evoke Orobas. I think I have everything I need to do it. I’m going by the book itself and the chapter in Modern Magick that describes how to do it. I’ve had so far four people try to convince me not to, but I’m not dissuaded. I’m doing it.

For some reason, Satanists always rub me the wrong way. Well, to be fair, I haven’t met many of them, so it’s possible I just get the wrong types, but the ones I’ve met so far have been kind of annoying. There are basically two types of Satanists I’ve encountered. I know this doesn’t describe all Satanists, but there are a lot of types I’ve never encountered. The ones I have encountered all either had a boner for Anton LaVey or Maxine Dietrich.

Anton LaVey pisses me off because he’s wedded himself with that idiotic novelist Ayn Rand, to the point of copying from her. And the two LaVey Satanists I’ve met were eager to talk about Rand with me. Which I didn’t want. I’d rather be drawn and quartered, to be honest. That, and LaVey is kind of a hypocrite if he’s supposed to be an Objectivist? I mean he was on welfare and stuff.

Dietrich pisses me off because she’s, um, basically an anti-Semite? She quotes the fucking Protocols of the Elders of Zion on her website like it’s a real thing or something. Really stupid. That and I’m not buying all this stuff about Satan being an alien.

Twice A has called me when I’m with the group and asked if I’m naked. He seems to be under the impression that we can’t keep our clothes on. I keep tellin’ him, it’s a solar phallic sex cult, not a nudist camp.

So I am told I need two sponsors in order to do Minerval. I’ve got two people picked out, but I’m scared to ask them. Would that I could just ask my Internet friends. I understand why the sponsors are necessary, otherwise just anybody could join and it would be nuts. But that just makes me think that maybe they won’t let me join. I mean, I have a crummy personality and am easily freaked out.

Another thing… apparently when you do Minerval they send you stuff in the mail. Which means it’s going to arrive at my house, and my mother will rip it open, read it, Google “Ordo Templi Orientis” and flip shit. I’m not looking forward to it, but it has to happen. In the meantime, maybe I get a group of friends together to edit the OTO Wikipedia page. Make it look, uhm, less like a sex cult.

People need to STOP PUSHING ME. If I do this, it will be because I want to, not because someone I’ve never even met who wears a silly gas mask is telling me to do it.