Try a Different Approach

ennealinks  If what you’re doing isn’t working, try a different approach.

You have a body.  YOU ARE NOT YOUR BODY.

You have habits. YOU ARE NOT YOUR HABITS.

You engage in Conflict. YOU ARE NOT YOUR CONFLICT.

You have Will.  YOU ARE NOT YOUR WILL.

Whatever form you reside within, it is merely a shell built upon a foundation.  If the foundation is cracked, the structure will come crashing down.  Build it again.

Recommended Reading:

Beelzebub’s Tales to His Grandson

tumblr_lxkk5p5O8E1qj73e2o1_500

Advertisements

Beware of the Arrows!

Beware of the Arrows

image

Beware of the Arrows.  Don’t make yourself a Martyr, in the end you’ll only get clubbed to death.  Amateurs in the Devil’s game are nothing more than stories told by those that LIVE… Those Diabolical.  We of the Devil. We live on.  You fade into obscurity.  You are some poor slob’s Hero for today, just for today.  Tomorrow?  You are a memory forgotten.  Whispers in passing,  “hey do you remember that guy that once did such and such, boy was he awesome right?”  Wrong.  You are nothing, you’ve been shot down like easy prey.

The Devils set the game, you think you know how to play?  You think you are playing by the Devil’s rules?  Boy are you dense, how naive you are to believe there are any rules at all.  Poor little Saint, maybe that old gal Irene will be waiting for ya and heal your broken brain.  Maybe she’ll whisk you away to some heavenly place where you can be worshiped in the halls of The Golden Legend.  An iconic Martyr of the deaf, dumb and blind plagued in ignorance.

There you are, suspended by the Arrows, when all you had to do was be smart enough to evade the archers.  You think you are a smarty pants don’t ya?  You are too stupid to realize how the game is really played.  You can Google some knowledge, you’ll never be Wise.  The best you can hope for is to bleed out on the altar of SIN.

Bleed for me.

Farewell Sebastian… Farewell.

Enemies by Proxy?

Enemies by Proxy?

Do people ever tire of being told who their enemies are?  It seems to me, the loudest mouth piece is only paid lip-service by people who have no minds of their own.  The drones.  The people that want to belong to something, even if it’s a hate group.  Why would anyone actively join a hate group anyway?  I have some theories about that, I’ll save you the psycho-analysis but I’ll offer you this:

In truth, each person is an individual but when they join a group they will get caught up in group think.  It reminds me of the Borg Race from Star Trek:  ”We are many, we will assimilate you, resistance is futile.

image

Someone or something has to be running the show.  What is at the center of that hate group?  Is there a leader?  And if there is one to be found, what are you being led to?

image

Why would anyone want to gain enemies by Proxy?  Most people are widely unaware that they are being used by others.  No one really enjoys admitting to themselves that they are pawns in another man’s game.  If you’ve found yourself committing deeds for another, well then you are just a proverbial hired hit man, but what’s the pay-off?  What are your rewards for being a lackey and a good little sheep?

image

I’m often amazed at how many enemies I earn by proxy.  People I don’t know, or have ever had an exchange with personally.  They are typically some superficial ‘friend’ of another, making me their enemies by Proxy.  Personally, I have no enemies.   Adversity is part of the human condition, if we were to consider any opposing force our enemies, we would have nothing but.  I’m adversarial to many things, and there’s a shit ton I won’t personally tolerate, but enemies?

In an Internet environment it’s even more foolish when you consider what you are really dealing with.   When you distinguish what the term enemy means, in what manner are Internet users a threat to me?  It’s simple: They are not.   There are billions of people on the net, and none of them are my enemies.  It doesn’t mean that ‘I’ am not a threat to them.  It begs to question:  What makes me so threatening?

In more recent years I’ve earned a few new monikers to my belt: AL Capone, Gangster, The Executioner, and The Crawling Chaos.  Why?  I speak my mind, I don’t live in fear, and I have a good time doing it.  I suppose this makes me a threat, because in order to have ammunition against me, ‘I’ have to be what people imagine me to be.  To include imagining my weaknesses.

All the usual stuff is used to combat me because I’m a woman.  The thing is, I’m no A-typical woman.  And who knew I was such a conquest for such inept Internet Users?  My amusement aside, the weirdest part, is that most of these limp-dicked keyboard warriors have made me their enemy by proxy.   Half the time, I don’t think they even know why I’m their enemy.  The other half, they are too busy drinking the cult Kool-Aid dished out from some cult of personality.  Right out of the troughs laid out before them.

image

Symbols do have Power.  In some measure I represent the symbol of a woman that cannot be mulled over with your a-typical, less than original methodologies.  I represent the weirdness of the Cthulhu Cult, Sin Jones, and the Sintristic Methodologies I employ without batting an eye-lash.

On top of that, I do it with a smile.  People imagine me to be some miserable, raging Bitch.  People do have active imaginations.  Do I need to be angry to speak frankly and earnestly about my thoughts on any given subject?  I suppose, people do have their needs.  THEY need.
I have my own needs thank you very much.  I suppose I also have to have some cross to bear to live Satanically.  People do need their burdens too, don’t they?  I am no beast of burden.   I also don’t have to be at war with other religions or their adherents.  That alone may make me an enemy by Proxy. If you find that as weird as I do, keep reading.

At what point did people forget that our individual lives are our own?  If a group of people have been assimilated into the fold, it doesn’t mean I have.   I live wholly outside of it, and have and shields are up to ensure I’m not infected with such a virus.   The best defense is a good offense right?

image

Why do people believe I should be engaged in Proxy Wars?  I bow to no man, nor will I be used as some muscle for hire.  Funny thing about Al Capone, he died at home and surrounded by his family.  He lived his life on his own terms, against the grain and he was among the most notorious gangster archetypes in American History.

Thank you gentlemen.  You honor me, my spirit and are in your own self-admitted conscience glorifying me with your praise.

You want something from me, perhaps it’s my distinctiveness, my attributes and qualities you want for yourself.  It is by no coincidence that the Borg were created for the Star Trek series and film. The origins can be found in early Scandinavian cultures which created the Surname Borg, meaning ‘Fortress’ or ‘Stronghold’, it was a popularized name of the Viking class.  It also means ‘Fortification’.  In making me your enemy by Proxy you admit that want to be fortified by me in some manner.  That I have penetrated your fortress of woe.

“Lo there do I see my father. Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters, and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo they do call me. They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla. Where the brave, may live forever.”

May you be permitted to enter Valhalla to find me at the gate still smiling

image

Sin Jones

Listen to Audio Track

The trouble with belief…

Belief is an employed as a truth-bearer; the trouble then, is when belief is a poor carrier of knowledge.  In order to ‘know’ a thing, there must be the element of justification.  Yeah, Yeah …I know… More Occult mind fuckery.  Bear with me, I do have a point.  

A mundane example for the layman: How can you ‘know’ what it means to be a cat?  You can certainly hold statements about cats to be true, thus this gives you the evidence required to believe statements about cats are true.  Odd isn’t it? You can never truly ‘know’ cats, unless you’ve been a cat.  Your beliefs however remain an invoked truth-bearer and equally a carrier of knowledge (or one would think).  You can tell me all day you ‘know’ cats, I call bullshit.

Say I send you across a rickety bridge.  You examine the bridge, you judge that it’s safe and you cross.  The bridge gives out, and you fall to the ground.  A short fall, nothing that kills you.  When asked:  Why did you cross that old rickety bridge, it didn’t look safe to me?  You might answer:  Well, I believed it could hold me, even if it didn’t look safe.  I had to prove to myself I was correct, and so I crossed.  The ‘justification’ for belief is provided when you cross.  Thus, the statement should have been I ‘thought’ it was safe, but I was wrong.  This ‘verification’ is provided when the bridge collapses.  More often than not, belief replaces rational judgment, belief will be invoked as a truth-bearer, even passed off as knowledge.  ”I believed it was safe…So, I crossed.”  What ‘knowledge’ did you really hold about the bridge?  How could you ‘know’ the bridge could hold you?  Where is the justification for such a belief that the bridge would hold you?  Easy, there’s none…Not until you cross the bridge and by that time, it doesn’t matter what you believe.  It falls, your beliefs are bullshit.

Still with me?

Beliefs are like personal affirmation.  Evidence can be anything really, even your own deluded perceptions and translations of experience.  That’s all you really need to prove it to yourself…Some sort of evidence, right? Proving it to others however; becomes problematic.  Let’s say I believe in fairies. Fantasy right?  Or is it?   I’ll go on and on about the faires I’ve seen, heard and experienced.  I am trying to convince you that I know fairies.  How believable would my story need to be to convince you that fairies are real, and you too can know them?  Do you also believe in fairies?

Juxtapose this with hard science, and how theory becomes scientific fact.  What is required for such empiric notions?  Verification.   Say I tell you I can fly like a fairy.  I can be brought into the conditions of scientific method, and if I don’t measure up?  The notion I can fly, will remain a personal belief, only justified by my subjective personal experience and testimony.  Only “I” would hold this ‘knowledge’ of fairies, thus it is only a for-barer of truth. This ‘knowledge’ cannot be transferred to others.  It will most likely be considered personal Gnosis, and acknowledged as something real, and that actually happened but only to me.  It may be classified as a belief I hold, rooted in some psychologically produced mental phenomena.  In other words, I’m not only delusional but hold illusions that I can actually fly.

And here we go!

What about mass-Gnosis?  A shit ton of ‘believers’ in one place, forcing this belief into the ether to infect others, how do those beliefs become accepted as knowledge?  All those believers have received justification and in some cases purport verification???   Yah seriously.  It happens.  It happens every day, and is happening right now as you read this.  The trouble with belief is that it’s a poor truth-bearer.  Personal truth is often valued the most-high by comparison to universal truths.  One could run themselves ragged considering what truth actually is.  The trouble lies in putting too much weight on personal truth, and expecting an entire society to accept it.  Yah, really…Some of us actually have minds of our own.  

Oh yeah… Remember this?

In the Middle Ages, the common belief was that women were prone to serving the devil; thereby becoming witches that sought to bewitch men for power and should be killed as heretics.  It wasn’t just the Noble class pointing fingers, it often occurred in villages, and mobs rose up to watch public executions as sport.  A mob of believers will even add a bit of embellishment to truth, even if it costs them their very souls.  It’s what they believed, right?   In the modern era it continues in lands we consider foreign, even alien to us, and it seems to be another man’s problems.  What about the remnants in our own cultures today?  Aren’t the ‘true believers’ still accepted as common?  It doesn’t matter if there’s a group belief in aliens, big foot, or angels…All the same to me.  Personal belief, a poor truth-bearer and carrier of knowledge.  Tell an entire society to accept Big Foot, see where that takes you. 

Belief as reality…As an Occultist I practice at it actively.  

There is certainly trouble with belief, and this is what creates alternate realities.  Alternate realities don’t become problematic, unless you’ve let reality run off with the mind.  It’s the old philosophical question:  How can I know I’m not just a brain in a jar?  I think, that self-awareness is extremely crucial, especially when determining when you are invoking beliefs as truth-bearers.  Subjective truth or universal truth?  One should always ask oneself: “How much trouble can my beliefs really cause me??”

Well, in an occult context, I’d say a shit ton.  I see it all the time; beliefs compel dabblers in the occult into the most ridiculous line of thinking and rationale.  Believe it or not, there are rational Occultists out there, they are not all whack – jobs and lunatics.  Even if they practice lunacy on the regular.   I happen to be one of them.   You are merely a voyeur into my world, I allow you to see what I want you to see, the rest…Is for the initiated.  

Shhh…There’s some nutters out there.   They prey on the naive and the ignorant. 

I get cursed by ‘black witches’ and ‘warlocks’, all day long, ummmm yeah…Still here.   Makes me laugh.  Noobs can believe until kingdom come, doesn’t make their beliefs my truth-bearer.  I hold no knowledge of the power they hold, none of it has been justified or verified.

Till next time…

Sin Jones

The Poison Apple