Clarification of 3rd Christian Principle of Foru.ms: Satanism/ Satanic symbols

[Moriah_Conquering_Wind]

I've been listening mainly to H.I.M. (of course!), Danzig, Within Temptation, Linkin Park, Electric Hellfire Club, and a bunch of cool trance/techno stuff -- Archon Satani, Black Heaven, that kinda thing.

 

[Moriah_Conquering_Wind]

this thread just totally cracks me up. it is so totally about whatever.

 

[Jebediah]

this thread just totally cracks me up. it is so totally about whatever.

Indeed, it seems to have served its purpose and then been left to the beggars at the gate. Hmmm...

The Hollow Men
Eliot, Thomas Stearns (1888-1965)



MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD.
A penny for the Old Guy

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

 

[Jebediah]

Let's get some culture in here, ay wot?

 

[psalms 91]

I'd like to address this last question, since I am getting a lot of PMs that seem to think I have managed to get where I was while somehow avoiding Christian beliefs:

I was raised a combination of Catholic (grandparents) and a combination of Feri Tradition and Strega (mother and her group), which are both forms of witchcraft. My grandmother thought I was going to be a priest (I like to think I am, though it may be a conceit...I am licensed).

In addition to this, I was an Orthodox Christian for about half a year, did a catechumenate and chrismation. I was a reader at my church and my spiritual father, Fr. Timothy, was putting things in motion for me to go to seminary. Needless to say, this didn't work out.

So the answer is yes, I have.

Jerimiah what you have described is religion, that is not what I meant. I am talking power because others I have met have said that the power is greater but once they experience the true power of God then they know who is the greater force, that is what I am talking about, not religion.

 

[SunMessenger]

In my opinion, evil is a virus created by the value-judgment assignment of it to places where it does not exist. And in my opinion, a sonnet to Satan can be just as beautiful as an imprecation to God. Sometimes even moreso, with all the tragic implications and courageous ramifications which forbidden love entails.

'Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one'
Amen​

 

[Erwin]

I have to say that this thread has gone way off-topic so I am closing this thread. You are free to continue this discussion in a more appropriate forum.