Blog van GoKai

18/10! ElvenBlood PhotoShoot

GoKai__ — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 18:40:27 UT

The first photoshoot of our band, ElvenBlood, is scheduled on the 18th of October, 2008 A.D.

Members:
The entire DeMortis familly, starring:

> Gokai - as Vocalist
> NecRo - as Guitarist (and DemonBackingVocals)
> X-Junk - as Drummer (and AngelBackingVocals)
> Blacky - as Bass
> Alice - as keyboard player

Wanna see some of the results?
www.elvenbloodmetal.com

[~GoKai † DeMortis~]

GOREY DEMISE - van: creature feature

GoKai__ — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:45:11 UT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Is For Amber
Who Drowned In A Pool

B Is For Billy
Who Was Eaten By Ghouls

C Is For Curt
With Disease Of The Brain

D Is For Daniel
Derailed On A Train

E Is For Erik
Who Was Buried Alive

F Is For Frank
Who Was Stabbed Through The Eye

G Is For Greg
Who Died In The Womb

H Is For Heather
Who Was Sealed In A Tomb

One By One, We Bite The Dust
We Kick The Bucket And Begin To Rust
Give Up The Ghost When Your Number's Up
We All Fall Down

Ashes To Ashes, Bones To Paste
You'll Wither Away In Your Resting Place
Eternity In A Wooden Case
We All Fall Down

I Is For Isaac
Who Lost His Front Brakes

J Is For Johnny
Who Was Bitten By Snakes

K Is For Kimmy
Who Was Shot In The Head

L Is For Larry
Who Bled And Bled

M Is For Marie
Who Burned To A Crisp

N Is For Nick
Who Was Pummled By Fists

O Is For Olive
Who Lived Life Too Fast

P Is For Pat
Who Swallowed Some Glass
Laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa la la la. Laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa la la la. Laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa la la la.

(man speaks) All right, lot, all together now.

One By One, We Bite The Dust
We Kick The Bucket And Begin To Rust
Give Up The Ghost When Your Number's Up
We All Fall Down

Ashes To Ashes, Bones To Paste
You'll Wither Away In Your Resting Place
Eternity In A Wooden Case
We All Fall Down

Q Is For Quentin
Who Took The Wrong Trail

R Is For Reyna
Who Rotted In Jail

S Is For Steve
Who Was Shot With A Bow

T Is For Tori
Who Froze In The Snow

U Is For Urich
Who Trampled By Hooves

V Is or Vanessa
Who Fell Off A Roof

W Is For Will
Who Was Hit By A Car

X Is For Xavier
Who Sunk In The Tar

Y Is For Yessy
Who Fell From A Plane

Z Is For Zack
Who Simply Went

INSANE
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You Suck (For what You Do)

GoKai__ — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 19:49:12 UT

Hey you suck for your solution!
whatever you decide, you were always right
And I had to take the other side...
With you I’m always wrong!
Hey you suck for what you do!
Everything you did, with everybody else
And never with me...
With you I am on my own!

(Pre-Chorus: )
Fucking you, And You, not you
But her, being myself...
(Chorus: )
SEX was our show of pleasure,
THE BED was our stage
THE WALLS our audience
So fucking you was like ACTING to me...!

Hey you suck for comig back!
You know I can’t go without you, nor with you
And I have to do it with the both of us
Without you my life was alive!
Hey you suck for the time we shared!
Like a black‘n’white photo, uncolered and always the same
And it coloured as it thorned
So torned from you made me myself!

(Pre-Chorus: )
Fucking you, And You, not you
But her, being myself...
(Chorus: )[2x]
SEX was our show of pleasure,
THE BED was our stage
THE WALLS our audience
So fucking you was like ACTING to me...!

KANNIBALISME

GoKai__ — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:46:21 UT

Door: Pieter Vromant Klas: 3C
Nr.: 16
Kannibalisme

Kannibalisme is en synoniem voor het eten van een eigen soort, bijvoorbeeld, mensen die mensen eten of varkens die varkens eten. Vroeger (en nu nog op sommige plaatsen) was dit een ritueel in streken zoals Afrika en het Amazonebekken. Meestal als ritueel voor oorlog voering of voortplanting. In onze westerse wereld is kannibalisme verboden en hier en daar horen we soms nog een melding van iemand die een andere mens opeet, maar dit gaat meestal over mentaal gestoorde individuen.
De beschuldiging van kannibalisme is historisch gezien veel meer verspreid dan het verschijnsel zelf. In de jaren van de Britse koloniale uitbreiding was slavernij verboden, tenzij de personen waarom het ging, zo volgens de norm ‘verdorven’ waren, dat ze beter af waren als slaaf. Of in de ergste gevallen dood. Kannibalisme werd gezien als een voorbeeld van verdorvenheid. Ook recentere rapporten van kannibalisme worden in twijfel getrokken. Bij de Fore stam in Nieuw-Guinea was het opeten van de lijken een ritueel, ook dit is kannibalisme. Volgens sommige antropologen is deze bizarre gewoonte de reden van de razendsnelle verspreiding van de kuru ziekte.
Men ziet het kannibalisme op Fiji wel als zeker historisch feit.
In het verhaal van Robinson Crusoe beschrijft hoe de Caraibische bevolking hun slachtoffers met een knuppel te lijf gingen. ‘Friday’, en karakter uit het verhaal, zwoer aan Robinson dat zijn stam geen eigen mensen at, enkel de verslagen vijanden.
Paul Serre del Sagues, die vrijwel in dezelfde tijd leefde, schreef ook iets over de Caraibische bevolking maar dan met meer detail:
“Het slachtoffer werd geofferd door een slag op het achterhoofd. Hierna opende de saman de borst met een obsidianen mes, sneed het hart eruit en proefde het. In de tussentijd sneden zijn assistenten het lichaam in stukken zodat ze het konden eten, en deelden als een fetisj graankorrels rond die rood zijn gekleurd met bloed. (Vertaling uit Entierros Indígenas en Costa Rica en Revista de Costa Rica, Year III (San José, 1921: 71)).”
Waarschijnlijk is het woord ‘kannibaal’ een uit het Spaans afgeleide term . Kannbaal in het Spaans is: ‘cnibal’, en dat woord is dan op zijn beurt weer een verbastering van het woord ‘caribal’, dat evenveel betekend als: ‘bewoner van de Carraiben’ (an wie dus de kannibalistische gewoonte werd toegeschreven).
Echter, volgens Samuel Purchas betekend de term ‘kannibaal’ ,”moedig man” in Caribische taal.

xxx

GoKai__ — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:23:29 UT

Dialogue Français :

Ruben= Le docteur Poirot, Pascale
Pieter=Le Peur, Sylvain-Dominique

________________________________________________________________________
R : Au Suivant svp !
Quel est la problème ?

P : Le psychiatre m’a dit que je suis malade à la tète, monsieur.

R : Oui oui… Nous devons résoudre le mystère !

P : Oui, je l’espère !

R : Levez la jambe svp.

P : Cava. (tilt been op)

R : Oui oui… l’autre svp.
Monsieur, c’est sérieux !

P :Oh non ! Oh non !

R : Comment le petit va-t-il ? (baby)

P :Cava çava, il bouge déjà bien.

R : Ai ai ai ai ai.
Je vous donner une ordonnance.

P : Oui.

R : De la morphine, du sel et l’ammoniac.

P : Euh, ok.
Merci monsieur Poirot.

R : Oui, ça coute trois euros, svp.

P : Euh, j’ai oublié mon argent.

R : FAIT LA VAISELLE ! MAINTENANT !

P : Mon cœur, argh ! (sterft)

__________________________________________________________________________

HEARTbeat

GoKai__ — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 20:14:47 UT

Perfect,
Was the tear in your eye
And the smile on your face
Because I died
In your heart.

I was reïncarnated
But not to myself, no
I was a heartbeat,
the one that you speard me.

So, I kept you alive
Just for the moment,
A lot like our past life
And yet again,
I died trying to keep you
Alive...

By: †GoKai†

The Medium

GoKai__ — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:17:45 UT

The portrait, aural colors swept away
The smile, she was haunted
And like her ancestors wanted
She was horrifying, murdered masses
A widdow of faith
Witch, scarlet sin.

Now, she lies in bed
Is naked
The spectors surroundeing her
Unknowing
Reaping,
Wishing
To slit her throught
Bite her wrist and
Rape her holy ass.

Never, she saw one of them
Is scared
Knowing their loyal precence
Looking
Fearing
Searching
But never satisfied
The flowers wispur
The mirrors will guide her

(chorus: )
Moon, Moon bright eyelid
Shine, shine no resist
Blood, blood, blood will flow
Accros the burial ground
Amen!

The lullaby, flying by
Knife chest venom kill
God his shine, burned out, cry
Rape spy spitting blood
Uprising!

Growing, her sinister madness
To crave
Knowledge from the past
Bleeding
Shivers
Burning
Closer to revenge
The elven told her
Not to go back, fail!

(chorus: )
Moon, Moon bright eyelid
Shine, shine no resist
Blood, blood, blood will flow
Accros the burial ground
Amen!

She died on october thirteen
No one ever knew why
She was found with ten needles
In her eyes
Her insides
Outside
Doctor said,
that was the reason of her death
but i know,
It was fear.

By: Pieter

Real Fat Shady

GoKai__ — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 21:46:38 UT

'Cuz I'm Fat Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shady's are just diëting
So won't the real Fat Shady please throw up, please throw up, please throw up

-by:Zed-

link to newsflash:

http://www.mahalo.com/Eminem_Fat

READ AND lach u kapot xD

SWEENEY'S best uitspraak

GoKai__ — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:44:34 UT

"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit!
And the vermin of the world inhabit it!"

-sweeney todd-

Littlle Lucy

GoKai__ — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 22:31:04 UT

Littlle Lucy

she holds a knife in her right
her left hands an eyeball
she holds together all the madness
on which I recall

she’s got a white dress
that is now bloodstaind
with these voilence upon her
all her little friends entertaind

vampires, wolfs, ghouls
helldogs even satan is as you see
nothing compared
to little Lucy

in the bedroom, where the magic heappens
she pulls out the sword out of her dad
yes, she killed the man
knowing well, he was all she had

she only has one real friend
he calls jack, and he is oh so shy
jack tells her to do these beautiful things
and she thought of it so jolly
she didn’t evin cry

vampires, wolfs, ghouls
helldogs even satan is as you see
nothing compared
to little Lucy

her mommy, she died yeas ago
the reason yet unknown
sinds then lucy never spoke
so her bloody fangs would not show.

(bridge)

vampires, wolfs, ghouls
helldogs even satan is as you see
nothing compared
to little Lucy
[2x]

YOUR GOD IS A NECROPHILE

GoKai__ — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 20:57:35 UT

---- YOUR GOD IS A NECROPHILE ----

It is a million to one
Press the button, my son
Bomb another nation down
Just to show them that I...
AM GOOOOOOOOOOD!

MURDER THEN RAPE
A NECROPHILIAC
DAMN THAT GET’S ME HOT
YEAH, THAT IS ME
AND I’M GOOOOOOOD

A whole world is at my feet
And hell! I am usin’ THEM!
Yes I am,and ain’t that beautiful?
You’ve got 6 holes in your skull!

So satan and I went for a walk
In the park, to the movies
Then to the disco, dancin’ like hell
THE BEAST was in me, GODDAMN that was hot!

MURDER THEN RAPE
A NECROPHILIAC
DAMN THAT GET’S ME HOT
YEAH, THAT IS ME
AND I’M GOOOOOOOD

And when the lights go down
(And when the lights go down)
WE come out
(they come out)
To the graveyard
(to the graveyard)
Crack that tombestone!
CRACK IT OPEEEEEN!

RAPE RAPE RAPE
THE DEAD
RAPE RAPE RAPE
THE DEAD
RAPE RAPE RAPE
THE DEAD
RAPE RAPE RAPE
ME!

MURDER THEN RAPE
A NECROPHILIAC
DAMN THAT GET’S ME HOT
YEAH, THAT IS ME
AND I’M GOOOOOD

Rape Of Hades

GoKai__ — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 21:59:49 UT

You left me
Part by part
I burnd inside
My heart
Is ripped out
By your hands
My blood is draind
Is falling
On the floor
Drup by drup
In your mouth
I’m dead
But so are you
Life by life
Side by side
We enter
Trough hells gate
Over the styx
Onto the rhythm
Of flesh and sin
Towards the throne
Upto your crown
Your burning coven
I took your virginity
And now I’ll pay
...
this pain is forever.

"PERFECT BLOOD"

GoKai__ — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 23:02:00 UT

Your perfect blood
In my dirty mouth
The taste of your furie
By my tongue, the sinner
Your eyelids closed
Mine are wide open

You crawl, beg me to stop
When I bring you,
The ultimate pleasure
When pain meets lust
My nails in your skin
Your fangs in my neck

I LOVE YOU! (MY GABRIËLLE!)

Jij <3

GoKai__ — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 20:03:08 UT

jij bent mijn wereldje

mijn overal

mijn liefde

al mijn gevoelens

jij kent ze

je kent ze bij naam

en dat weet niemand

behalve jij en ik

jij weet wat ik horen wil als ik boos ben

als ik blij ben volstaat een glimlach

maar enkel de jouwe

en telkens als jouw mondhoeken

naar boven krullen

denk ik het weer:

" god verdommen;

ik heb zoveel geluk met dat meisje

ik hou van haar

ik hou van dat meisje

ik hou van jouw!"

Gabriëlle (my angel)

GoKai__ — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:26:17 UT

You have infected me
My only reason left to be
A fact to stand up for
Bound in the infinity of your warm ebmbrace
My fingertip crawl
Over your skin
I’m searching myself in you
Or thou I shall find
Or thou I meight not
Your perfectness is
Pureness sense
And eyes like a sleeping moon
So dear.
And the lust that lies within.
Like a blooming flower
In the fields of passion,
Where your love led me into temptation...

Sweet Gabriëlle, my guarding angel,
My swan, who gave me wings of amor
You’ve given me evreything, even my name
As chains bound our hands and soul as one
We shall burn together in the cess pit ,what is life?
Our what should I do, when I’m not with you?
I love thy, and for ever I’m yours

They have all shatherd my heart into peices;
This endless line of tragedies;
And those parts, had all turned their backs to me,
But you, you came and took my pain away,
you smiled at me
why else could it be
That my heart became back one,
And with you as my fuel,
Life in eternity didn’t seem so hard no more!

Wispur, wispur my dearest creature
And your light kisses make blush my cheecks
With you I find my harmony
Your voice relives as a sypmphony
A thousend violins singing for us
Your lips, your lips streel mine
And could now we be together?
For ever and ever, untill death and untill beyond.
Will you say: “I do”
And grant me inner peace,
Inside where the war was thurst for love.

Sweet Gabriëlle, my guarding angel,
My swan, who gave me wings of amor
You’ve given me evreything, even my name
As chains bound our hands and soul as one
We shall burn together in the cess pit ,what is life?
Our what should I do, when I’m not with you?
I love thy, and for ever I’m yours

They’ve let you
Spread your wings
To be free
And you flew
Straight to me
Against my chest
I can feel
Evrey singel one of
Your heartbeats.
Sense your grief
And my compassion
A recepie for trust
And the solution.
Now let us approach
The altar of life
And be bond
As a lovelet pair.

I’ve closed my eyes and let you take the lead
Waltz with me trough all these flowers
Trough all of them sunshines
Mistyc you, ow what can I do?
Shall you be pleased by my presece
And accept the fact that
I-Love-You!

Sweet Gabriëlle, my guarding angel,
My swan, who gave me wings of amor
You’ve given me evreything, even my name
As chains bound our hands and soul as one
We shall burn together in the cess pit ,what is life?
Our what should I do, when I’m not with you?
I love thy, and for ever I’m yours

to: Gabriëlle, My angel!
With paint black wings!

the beginning of the end (prologue on my codex)

GoKai__ — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 21:18:42 UT

On our quest to slay my enemy
I only found insanity
I craved for bloodless passion
but inside was bitter grimm
My needless wish for bestiality
made ones angel fade to dust

-nemesis memoria-

PointZerO (prologue)

GoKai__ — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:22:13 UT

We are beasts, fear shadows; Are born to kill to survive
A world so cold, full of pain; pride, glory and valor
Supreme evidence of humans venom.
Poissning the entoxicated world.
Destroy the bloodband, greed and jalousy
Creates a creature, so great and evil; a god behond the allmighty.
A shaithan rises out of mens mind; the pray obeys it’s master
Who scatter their brains.
Feed the hawk in its nest so high, in the ville shades of dark amounths.
Makes murder his religion, homicide his faith; takes place as a succesor
He dictates us zero tollorance,bound to the force of the final genocide.
Horrible in child eyes, but great in his mind.
Suffer he sais is the only way; to bind a naton, the third empire.
A realm above heaven, over hells gate; a world that craves for
Power and blood.
BURNING!
Visions of a man with the might of a saint;
The charism and soliphism
A puppetteer of us for-play demons; drowning in the acid of his own decay.
Burning in the cold, made them bare dead ashes, secretley feeding the beings
Of an anti-christ,
He is to baptis the abbys, fullfilling the wishes of a raven so pure
With bleu and blond sheets.

(wss wel wa foute mor daar moete overleze e)

BLAAAAH

GoKai__ — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 22:22:28 UT

1. Wie ben je?
2. Zijn we vrienden?
3. Hoe ken je mij, en sinds wanneer?
4. Heb ik een invloed op je? Zo ja, een goede of een slechte?
5. Wat vind je van mij?
6. Wat is de leukste herinnering die je hebt van mij?
7. Hoe lang zullen we vrienden zijn?
8. Hou je van mij?
9. Ben je verliefd op mij?
10. Zou je me zoenen?
11. Zou je mij knuffelen?
12. Wat valt er op aan mij (uiterlijk)?
13. Wat valt er op aan mij (innerlijk)?
14. Wou je dat ik cooler was??
15. Geef je score op 10 over mij?
16. Geef mij een bijnaam, waarom heb je die gekozen?
17. Ben ik lief?
18. Hoe lang ken je me al?
19. Beschrijf mij in een woord.
20. Wat was je eerste indruk?
21. Denk je nog steeds zo over mij?
22. Wat is mijn zwak punt?
23. Zal ik later trouwen?
24. Wat maakt mij gelukkig?
25. Wat maakt mij ongelukkig?
26. Als je aan mij denkt dan denk je aan...?
27. Welk liedje doet er jou aan my denken?
28. Als je me iets zou kunnen geven, wat zou dat zijn?
29. Hoe goed ken je mij?
30. Wanneer hebben we het laatst elkaar gezien?
31. Heb je me ooit iets willen zeggen, maar kon je het niet?
32. Zou ik iemand vermoorden?
33. Hebben we ooit al seks gehad?
34. Mis je mij?
35. Mis ik jou?
36. Ga je dit op je eigen blog zetten, zodat je kan zien wat ik van je denk?

ElvenBlood slagzin (for now)

GoKai__ — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 10:39:26 UT

DEATH IS JUST ONE BREATH AWAY.

spoon

GoKai__ — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:33:53 UT

MA SPOON IS TOO BIG!!!!

THE WORLD’S MOST POWERFUL RELIGION

GoKai__ — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 19:39:14 UT

by: Anton Szandor LaVey

Religion is the most important thing in a person’s life. If electric trains are the most pervasive thing in one’s life, that is his religion. Anything can be a religion if it means a lot. If your present religion isn’t the most important thing in your life, then skip it. Find whatever impels you most and make that your religion.

Religions are easy to invent. Most traditional religions have little or nothing to do with reality, are dependent on obfuscation, interpretation, guilt, and unreasoning faith—some more than others. Since Satanism is essentially a religion of the self, it holds that the individual and his personal needs comes first. If that means playing with trains or spike-heeled shoes or singing in the bathtub, those are its sacraments and devotions. Taking inventory of old comic books is counting beads on a rosary, each book being a station of the cross.

Before I codified Satanism, thus enabling me to integrate everything of a personal meaning into a suitable forum, I first considered the religion of Dogism. The belief system made sense, but was too limiting. Dogism holds that if you can’t eat it, and you can’t fuck it; piss on it. Much as I respect dogs and their gods, I could relate more to Catism, the principle religion of cats. The Five Commandments of Catism are:

(1) Don’t run, if you can walk.

(2) Don’t walk, if you can stand.

(3) Don’t stand, if you can sit.

(4) Don’t sit, if you can lie down, and

(5) Don’t stay awake, if you can take a nap.

Catism counsels: “He who sleeps the day away / lives to sleep another day,” or, “Respect the friend who brings your food, for he has been your choice / Or go and catch it for yourself, and have a louder voice,” and other such homilies.

Freud’s “pleasure principle” should be known to be the highest motivator for any religion. The significance of any fetish is a yardstick for its priority. When a fetish transcends all else, including survival needs, religious fanaticism is the result. When the audio equipment takes priority over the music, the way the music sounds is more important than the sound of the music. The act of falling in love can be more important than one’s choice of a mate. If the size of a screen is more important than what’s on it and the latest hardware and software eclipses the quality of the product entered—fetishism is the result.

All activity that consumes, therefore, should be recognized as being both religious and fetishistic. A Satanist whose hobby or fetish is Satanism per se, is no more of a Satanist than one who, realizing the indulgence advocated by Satanism, accepts the Name. The difference between the man or woman who’s a practicing Satanist, from an identity Satanist is that the practicing Satanist looks at the picture, while the identity Satanist studies the frame.

Those who disparage and belittle the Church of Satan to an obsessive degree reveal their fetish. In reality and practice, by their consuming interest, they reveal their true religion to be—the Church of Satan. Otherwise, they would turn on their heel, walk away, and refuse to subject themselves to that which they need not. Clearly, they need us. We don’t need them.

Never underestimate the sexual corollaries to fetishism/religion. It’s too easy (and convenient) to dismiss covert arousal. Just as there have been foot fetishists who work in shoe stores, there are masturbationist writers and artists who have nothing to say and write nothing worth reading. Their output amounts to one stroke or rub per line of type, using their typewriters or computers as sex toys. This can lead to sexual dependency upon the computer. Far-fetched? Things have changed since monks illuminated manuscripts and suffered ecstasies.

Varieties of religious experience can be as interesting as varieties of fetishism. Though there may be many kinds, overall, each disciple has his or her rigid set of preferred and obligatory devotions. Each has personal words of power as a result of distillation. All roads lead to Rome for the serious practitioner. It is Spare’s principle of reduction, Pavlov’s bell. The devout Catholic crosses himself and murmurs “Saints preserve us.” The Pentecostal shouts “Hallelujah!” The Jew says “Mazeltov.” A more potent manifestation is possible, when one considers the true nature of religion. They might instead say: “I need a drink,” “My niece with the fine ass...,” “Is she a disciplinarian?” Every fetishist/religionist has sacred buzzwords: “tickle,” “Cherry ’65 Mustang,” “stinky socks,” and millions more. Sexual fetishes are probably the most epicurean preference of the human animal. The smallest detail is of great significance and there is little margin for error. In fact, there is less room for deviance in deviance, than in any other human endeavor.

If certain words and phrases keep reappearing, it’s because they're never tiresome, always fresh. Uncle Louies favorite musical composition may be the same old tune to others, but to Uncle Louie, it improves with age - which is more than can be said for Uncle Louie. It is his Ave Maria.

Satanism is the only religion which serves to encourage and enhance one’s individual preferences, so long as there is admission of those needs. Thus, one’s personal and indelible religion (the picture) is integrated into a perfect frame. It’s a celebration of individuality without hypocrisy, of solidarity without mindlessness, of objective subjectivity. There need be no deviation from these principles. They should summarily negate internecine strife and bickering. Any attempts at Satanic “reformation” should be seen for what they are: creating problems where none exist. There should be no place in any religion for reformers whose very religion is the fetish of reformation. There is even a place and title for compulsive dissidents, and if they can wear the mantle, they are welcome. They would delude themselves to be revolutionaries. In our camp, they are called “House Masochists.”

The Nine Satanic Sins

GoKai__ — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:05:32 UT

What satanist can't do/have/be...

1. STUPIDITY—The top of the list for Satanic Sins. The Cardinal Sin of Satanism. It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives increasingly on stupidity. It depends on people going along with whatever they are told. The media promotes a cultivated stupidity as a posture that is not only acceptable but laudable. Satanists must learn to see through the tricks and cannot afford to be stupid.

2. PRETENTIOUSNESS—Empty posturing can be most irritating and isn’t applying the cardinal rules of Lesser Magic. On equal footing with stupidity for what keeps the money in circulation these days. Everyone’s made to feel like a big shot, whether they can come up with the goods or not.

3. SOLIPISIM—Can be very dangerous for Satanists. Projecting your reactions, responses and sensibilities onto someone who is probably far less attuned than you are. It is the mistake of expecting people to give you the same consideration, courtesy and respect that you naturally give them. They won’t. Instead, Satanists must strive to apply the dictum of “Do unto others as they do unto you.” It’s work for most of us and requires constant vigilance lest you slip into a comfortable illusion of everyone being like you. As has been said, certain utopias would be ideal in a nation of philosophers, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, from a Machiavellian standpoint) we are far from that point.

4. SELF-DECEIT—It’s in the “Nine Satanic Statements” but deserves to be repeated here. Another cardinal sin. We must not pay homage to any of the sacred cows presented to us, including the roles we are expected to play ourselves. The only time self-deceit should be entered into is when it’s fun, and with awareness. But then, it’s not self-deceit!

5. HERD CONFORMITY—That’s obvious from a Satanic stance. It’s all right to conform to a person’s wishes, if it ultimately benefits you. But only fools follow along with the herd, letting an impersonal entity dictate to you. The key is to choose a master wisely instead of being enslaved by the whims of the many.

6. LACK OF PERSPECTIVE—Again, this one can lead to a lot of pain for a Satanist. You must never lose sight of who and what you are, and what a threat you can be, by your very existence. We are making history right now, every day. Always keep the wider historical and social picture in mind. That is an important key to both Lesser and Greater Magic. See the patterns and fit things together as you want the pieces to fall into place. Do not be swayed by herd constraints—know that you are working on another level entirely from the rest of the world.

7. FORGETFULNESS OF PAST ORTODOXIES—Be aware that this is one of the keys to brainwashing people into accepting something new and different, when in reality it’s something that was once widely accepted but is now presented in a new package. We are expected to rave about the genius of the creator and forget the original. This makes for a disposable society.

8. COUNTERPRODUCTIVE PRIDE—That first word is important. Pride is great up to the point you begin to throw out the baby with the bathwater. The rule of Satanism is: if it works for you, great. When it stops working for you, when you’ve painted yourself into a corner and the only way out is to say, I’m sorry, I made a mistake, I wish we could compromise somehow, then do it.

9. LACK OF AESTETHICS—This is the physical application of the Balance Factor. Aesthetics is important in Lesser Magic and should be cultivated. It is obvious that no one can collect any money off classical standards of beauty and form most of the time so they are discouraged in a consumer society, but an eye for beauty, for balance, is an essential Satanic tool and must be applied for greatest magical effectiveness. It’s not what’s supposed to be pleasing—it’s what is. Aesthetics is a personal thing, reflective of one’s own nature, but there are universally pleasing and harmonious configurations that should not be denied.

The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth

GoKai__ — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 19:15:59 UT

1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.

2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.

3. When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.

4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.

5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.

6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.

7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.

8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.

9. Do not harm little children.

10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.

11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

The Nine Satanic Statements

GoKai__ — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 18:57:57 UT

1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!

2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!

3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!

4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates!

5. Satan represents vengeance instead of turning the other cheek!

6. Satan represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires!

7. Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all!

8. Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification!

9. Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!