An Exorcise in Faith


“Earlier that afternoon, we had been enjoying turkey sandwiches in the cafeteria. We never had our expectations set very high for the food at church camp. We were under no illusions that Rachael Ray was hard at work behind the closed doors to the kitchen. As such, we had made the best we could of what we were given. Now, however, I was wishing that I had passed on lunch.

I had sat next to Megan in the lunchroom because there was something about her that intrigued me. She was part of the classification of teenager we called “New Wave,” which would later be called “Goth” and sometimes “Emo” in its millennial reiterations. She wore all black clothing, dark eye makeup and lipstick, and had by her own admission done a fair amount of experimentation in the arena of hallucinogens—information that might have proved useful had I been aware of what that really meant during the time I was sharing a cabin with her.

In retrospect, I am not entirely certain what would have inspired me to keep such company back then in my “über-Christian” state, but I believe I was trying to convert her. It was no secret that she was a troubled youth, if ever there was one. And still, she had a sweet personality. She was always friendly to Scott and me. When she set down her half-eaten sandwich and whispered to me that she was having flashbacks, I was on it. I asked her if she wanted to go lie down. She murmured something about spiders crawling on her hands and nodded emphatically. Seeing my chance to be a good friend, I let her hold onto my arm as we walked back alone through the woods to our cabin, all the while becoming more and more freaked out as she narrated what she was seeing around her. That tree was a dog a second ago. There was an old man peeking at us from behind that tree. And behind the next, another man stood with an axe.

By the time we got to the empty cabin, I was ready. I knew about this sort of thing. I had heard about a girl who had been through an exorcism. She, sadly, had been inhabited by a “Laughing Demon” right in the middle of Youth Group—and there was nothing funny about it.

“Megan, I think we should pray,” I told her, leaning up against a ladder to a top bunk. She stood facing me from a couple of feet away, blinking. Since she didn’t argue, I started right in. I had just gotten to the part where I asked God in Jesus’ name to protect Megan, when I felt like I was being watched. I looked up.

“Stop praying,” the voice told me.

It was Megan’s voice, only not. Lower. Louder. Likewise, her face was her own, only not. Something weird about her eyes. Bigger, more piercing. They were staring hatred clean through me. In truth, they almost looked…reptilian. I stammered a little. I had not exactly expected this. Or maybe I had. At any rate, I attempted to rise to the occasion with Me vs. The Demon, round one.

“In Jesus’ name, leave Megan alone,” I told it.

She closed her eyes. Whimpered a little. I began to pray harder.

“Don’t stop praying,” she whimpered at me. “It hurts, but don’t stop.”

“You have no business here,” I told the demon. “I order you back to Hell where you belong.”

“Shut up,” it told me firmly, her cold eyes glaring at me once again. Another shock went through my body as I stared back at her.

“In Jesus’ name come out of her and leave her alone,” I repeated, to which it replied by shaking Megan’s body violently before throwing her like a ragdoll onto one of the lower beds, where she proceeded to pass out.

I stood there, staring at her, unsure of what to do next. Had the demon left? Does one touch a person when they are passed out due to demon infestation? Is it contagious? I was not given the chance to find out. That was when she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, where she began puking up demons along with her turkey sandwich.”

-Erika Rae, Devangelical

Create, Destroy, Enjoy


“In Chaos Magic, beliefs are not seen as ends in themselves, but as tools for creating desired effects. To fully realize this is to face a terrible freedom in which Nothing is True and Everything is Permitted, which is to say that everything is possible, there are no certainties, and the consequences can be ghastly. Laughter seems to be the only defense against the realization that one does not even have a real self.

The purpose of Chaos Rituals is to create beliefs by acting as though such beliefs were true. In Chaos Rituals you Fake it till you Make it, to obtain the power that a belief can provide. Afterwards, if you have any sense, you will laugh it off, and seek the requisite beliefs for whatever you want to do next, as Chaos moves you.

Thus Chaosism proclaims the Death and Rebirth of the Gods. Our subconscious creativity and parapsychological powers are more than adequate to create or destroy any god or self or demon or other “spiritual” entity that we may choose to invest or disinvest belief in, at least for ourselves and sometimes others as well. The frequently awesome results attained by creating gods by act of ritually behaving as though they exist should not lead the Chaos magician into the abyss of attributing ultimate reality to anything.

Reject then the obscenities of contrived uniformity, order and purpose. Turn and face the tidal wave of Chaos from which philosophers have been fleeing in terror for millenia. Leap in and come out surfing its crest, sporting amidst the limitless wierdness and mystery in all things, for those who reject false certainties.

Thank Chaos we shall never exhaust it.

Create, destroy, enjoy, IO CHAOS!”

Principia Chaotica

Satanism: Why Not?


“Okay, so, here’s my thing. I understand that there are obvious stigma attached to this, but hear me out, will ya? I get how America is primarily populated by ‘christians’ and all, but why not Satanists? No, not what the vast majority of America believes to be Satanists, or, for sake of brevity as it will reoccur, ‘satanists,’ with the whole blood sacrifices, creepy aura of evil, and general hatred of all things good that gets pegged onto the religion by, pretty much everyone who hasn’t a clue what they’re talking about(i.e. next to everyone); I mean actual Satanists. A common misconception of Satanism is mentioned above, whereas, regardless of branch, be it LaVeyan, Atheistic, Spiritual, you have one common goal approached through different methods: become stronger.

Yes! The point of being a Satanist is to strengthen yourself. It’s truly that base simple. Become independent, strengthen and hone your mind and your body, become stronger, smarter, more capable, expand every horizon of your being. It is about becoming as capable as you can, taking responsibility for your actions, and accepting your faults as what they are so that you may work to improve yourself better, not lean on someone else that may not be there when push comes to shove.

I’m not saying Satanism is perfect, or even that it’s for just anyone. It’s not. Just like Christianity is for just anyone. A religion is a religion, a system of beliefs categorized under a common name and shared with all those who believe equally. It can be one in which others seek shelter and look for help(i.e. Christianity, where the Lord is your shepherd and your rock) or it can be one in which people create a grindstone to sharpen themselves, to shed the excess and pull themselves towards perfection with the intent, not of achieving it, but of getting as close as humanly possible(i.e. Satanism).

“Oh, so, you’re just pushing Satanism, huh?”

No, no I am not. I’m not pushing anything. I’m stating the case. Satanism is only for those who can handle the task of examining yourself consistently, searching for any fault you have, any thing you need to improve, and recognizing it. Not just recognize it, but accept it calmly and get to work fixing it, learn, learn how to improve where you need to, work at it, don’t stop until you’ve achieved your goal. It’s simple, but it’s not for the weak of heart or for the person who is okay with complacency.

I’m not a Satanist. Not because I don’t believe in the values it holds, but because I’m not up to the task, and I wouldn’t want to tarnish the name. To take up a religion is to bear its semblance and its soul. To claim yourself Christian is to bear the name of a follower of Christ, a new age disciple. To claim to be a Buddhist is to take on the name of one who follows the teachings of Buddha, to become an ambassador of his teachings. To claim a Satanist is to bear the name of the religion, and to bear the image as a pillar. To not uphold the name you carry is to disrespect and to tarnish the name itself. For a Christian to defy the true teachings of Christ is to tarnish the Christian name. The same for any religion, any.”

Society in Progress

Daily Satanic Quote – 10/23/2013


“SATAN, n. One of the Creator’s lamentable mistakes, repented in sashcloth and axes. Being instated as an archangel, Satan made himself multifariously objectionable and was finally expelled from Heaven. Halfway in his descent he paused, bent his head in thought a moment and at last went back. “There is one favor that I should like to ask,” said he.
“Name it.”
“Man, I understand, is about to be created. He will need laws.”
“What, wretch! you his appointed adversary, charged from the dawn of eternity with hatred of his soul –you ask for the right to make his laws?”
“Pardon; what I have to ask is that he be permitted to make them himself.” It was so ordered.”

– Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary