We live in an impatient world. People are running back and forth as heads with their chickens cut off. Worse yet, we live in an instant gratification society, and we want what we want, and we want it now. When we are done with it, we throw it away. This not only applies to artifacts but also to relationships.
People form relationships as it suits them, but mostly for the short term these days. Ask yourself, "How many friends do I have, and of them, how many old friends have I kept?" I not talking about acquaintances, I'm talking about friends with whom you consort on a daily basis. I have friends that go back 30 years. Let's see, I'm 56, so that is just over half my lifetime experience. Hell, we are still friends. Go ahead and count your friends up and see what you have...
Love relationships don't last too well either in most cases. Most such relationships last maybe a few months at best. Even relationships involving marriage mostly crap out after two years. A long one is three years, and seven to eight years is rare. Sure there are a certain amount of "Mom and Pop" relationships that endure, but we're talking statistics here. The average relationship of today mostly fizzles out pretty fast. Are the stats wrong? Am I wrong? Or are most people simply restless and just want to move on? Granted relationships that involve children usually last longer, but then, anymore, there are sure a whole bunch of young mothers running about who are looking to regain what they lost but can't seem to reconnect.
Are we thinking right? There was a time maybe a hundred years ago and back that people married and pretty much stayed together. There were a lot of reasons for that. A family had a better chance for survival than a loner. The more kids, the better, as the family needed them to do the chores. Before the industrial age, family unity was the ultimate goal, and people thought once or twice before kissing off their mate. Not only was another mate hard to find, but people with a reputation for flitting from flower to flower were downright avoided. Living for the day just wasn't acceptable.
It's all different now, and a marriage can sour overnight. If everything isn't just perfect, it's "Screw you buddy-- bye!" Grab the kids and run. That's it. Now, I've lived long enough to watch a lot of water run under a lot of bridges. In fact, I've gotten to watch a lot of water run under my own bridge, so maybe I've learned a thing or two. One of those things is that it all boils down to attitude. If you feel that the grass is greener in the next pasture and jump the fence with little care or concern, you will one day come to the end of the green fields and approach the desert and there find little but rock and sand-- and there won't be any going back because every bridge has been burned.
But all of this is not the point of this sermon. The point is that people are turning their backs on God like never before. Some of them gravitate for one reason or another to Satan or Lucifer or the Devil, if you will. The greatly interesting thing is that a lot of them aren't too happy with the alternative religion either, and are ready to renounce it just as fast as they would drop a friend, lover or spouse that displeased them. Hell, they would do it in a minute and never look back. But then, one day, these folks will have to come to the realization that they have pissed off both sides. They are out past the green fields, in the desert, and every which way they look, its a rock pile. There is nowhere to go from wherever it is that they are. They can't get back, and nobody wants them. Contemplate for a moment, just what in the Hell do they do then? You know, there is such a thing as fertilizer. Why not make your own field green?
Look, being Satanic is based upon inner feelings. You are Satanic because you are. No other reason is acceptable. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You don't turn to Lucifer because you are pissed at your old lover, God, and want a new and better lover. No, you feel the darkness welling up within you, and you know that you are different and follow the beat of a different drummer. You are Satanic because you can be nothing else. There are no options. You just don't chuck the Devil, baby-- He is the end of the line, and from Him, there is nowhere to go. Think about that. Oh, you can be an atheist if you want, but you'll damn sure do it by yourself.
Yeah, and being Satanic has nothing to do with how fast, or if magic works at all. If you think that hooking up with Lucifer will always get you what you want when you want it, then think again. There is more in heaven and earth than meets the eye, so how can you or I always know what is good or bad for us? Perhaps the powers that be know more than we do, and if for some reason, withhold our requests for valid reasons until the time is right, then perhaps it is for our benefit. We can't see around corners, and that is the hardest lesson to learn.
When we do a compassion ritual or spell and ask that something be given us, we are asking for compassion any way you look at it. Now if we ask for something that would ultimately hurt us, then just how compassionate would it be to give it to us? Lucifer is for us, not against us. There is no law that says that He has to give His kids a loaded .45 with which to blow their brains out. Why not give Him credit for a little sense? If you feel a resistance in a certain direction, why not try something else or wait a time with patience? Then too, often we could have what we want, but just not at this time. That is where the saying, "When the time is right" came from.
You may want to go to the movies tonight, but hit a resistance. Well, maybe somebody out there knows about that semi-truck with the burned-out breaks, rolling out of control down the grade where you would have to pass to get to the theater... I learned about that damn truck back in 1982 and got hit with it. I really had to fight that resistance hard, but I did it. I won? You can bet that now when I feel the resistance, I let off and keep my peace. "Too soon old, too late smart!"
Maybe the job you think you want has the meanest, nastiest Forman since Simeon Legree, lording over that position... Or the lover you just melt for is really a grumbler with the sorriest disposition in two counties. In public, my mother was the most beautiful, red-headed, green-eyed, sweetest woman the world has ever known, but once the front door was shut, oh, brother! She was a shrew!
Hell, it is even possible that becoming rich would turn you into a substance abuser or whatever and ruin your life for sure. Giving you a bunch of money to play with, could well destroy you. Check out some history on lottery winners to see what I mean. Use some reason. If we get what we want most of the time, or if life just sails along low key but not too painful, then we aren't doing too badly. Hell, there are people in the world who feel pleased right now if they don't wake up with a bayonet up their rump.
There once was a proud atheist scientist who said, that his brand of science had advanced far enough so that he could do anything that a god could do. Then one day, he had to prove it, and finding himself standing before the gods, was asked to make a human like himself from some clay. The scientist said, "Sure," as he reached down to pick up a handful of dirt. Just then, one of the gods stepped forward and said, "Oh no, fellah! Use your own dirt!"
