Almost every day I come across the question “How do I become a Luciferian” or “Help me become a Luciferian”. And people have some quite strange ideas what it means to become a Luciferian. Some of the strangest questions I get is is people have a soul and if they can sell their soul to Lucifer to “make a deal”. And variations of this.

FIRST of all, please realize that Lucifer is not the Devil, and even if you have a soul, you cannot “sell” it. Why does people consider stuff like this? Has all the years of negative programming by ‘the powers that be’ corrupted the mind so much that people turn to these biblical black-and-white interpretations?

SECOND Think for yourself. Lucifer is an archetype. To know Lucifer you must know yourself, and adopt the correct posture, then you and Lucifer will become one.

THIRDLY while it will help to have some magickal / occult / mystical experience it is not a requirement, however since I am an occultist, I prefer in my life to use magickal / occult / mystical knowledge in my work and dealing with being more than human, that is being Luciferian. But a good alternative is psychotherapy. Actually compare good psychotherapy to Jungian archetypes, and you get close to the same, which is to balance your internal stuff before you manifest and realize your full potential.

FOURTHLY while I can plug books from everywhere, I require you who come to me for answers to be able to atleast have some basic education and to know or be able to read a book, and take the time to study material or do exercises. Also I am VERY picky about who I tutor so do not expect that I will work much to help you if for some reason you don’t read books, or follow up on my answers and exercises.

FIFTHLY just as there can be no single authority on magick, there can be no single authority on Lucifer and Luciferianism. Do not believe anything at face value. Experience and test for yourself.

For the first time on my blog, a guest writer contributes with an article on writing and drawing with your opposite hand, to produce interesting insights.

Opposite-Handed Drawing
For LuciferianBlog by Anonymous

A great way to gain access to aspects of yourself that are sometimes drowned out by the ever present chatter of the conscious mind, is to practice writing or drawing with the opposite hand to which you normally use. For the majority of people, being right-handed, this would mean putting the pen in your left hand. If you’re one of those sinister left-handed types, then place the pen in your right hand.

It can be beneficial to carry out a relaxation exercise before doing this opposite-hand writing task, but it’s not absolutely essential. The main idea is to surrender as much as possible to the process and just allow the opposite hand to write (or draw) what it will.

In my experience, writing with my left hand, I found that some interesting and very much inner-child type sentiments appeared on the page. These words had me take notice of a little voice who is a part of me, who spoke with a purity and clarity that my normally rather intellectual and complicated mind resists.

I also experimented with drawing with my left hand and what appeared on the page was also fascinating. I was barely thinking at all while drawing, and really just enjoying the feeling of my left-hand doing whatever it wanted with very little  intervention or control from the rational part of me.

And lo, what I drew was a person sleeping, with their astral body rising out of them into an amazing world of colour, light and shadow. I am not much of a fan of New-Age Fantasy art, but what I had in front of me was quite a good rendition of some of my own encounters on the astral plane. And yet normally, it is hard for me to connect with what that space looks like and feels like with my conscious mind.

The opposite-hand writing and drawing experiences, for me, felt like something of a bridge between various parts of my selves and my experiences¸ just as yoga, meditation, sex and mind-altering substances can also be.

I really recommend opposite-handed drawing to anyone as a simple exercise that can be done anywhere such as at the bus-stop or lying on the beach. I anticipate that you will experience some revelations in your results.

Now here is an example to follow, even inspiring to a Luciferian. This guy had everything stacked against him. Choosing to dress as a Goth, being young and having a very, very low self-esteem because of all the rejections and negativity by other people. He had the courage to go to a talent show and show the world and his parents for the first time his amazing voice. Please watch this video, as it may remove some of your preconceptions about looks and appearances, and force you to think about the talent you yourself keep hiding from view.

After this, how can anyone not be happy and see that with talent, and guts, there is still hope in this world.

Satanists can be as depressive as they can. A Luciferian will always say fuck off to negativity and love happiness, laughter, success, victory, incredible talent and what is impossible made possible.

Update: Make sure you read all the comments on this post, I am sure they will keep coming in for a while. 

This short film last about 6 minutes, but is well worth watching, and I promise you will get a chilly surprise at the end. One thinks about what happens after death. Most cultures throughout the ages have had a tendency to believe that somehow, the physical death is not the end of the life of the human being, that somehow the human spirit continues in some shape or form. Some believe in reincarnation, some think you go to heaven, nirvana, hell or Valhalla. But very very very few cultures believe that death means death on all levels, body, mind, spirit. That will give you something to think about.

Check out the movie first before you go on reading.

When I was younger, I used to help people get rid of ghosts, together with a clairvoyant woman old enough to be my mother. We had sex magick. and some of her lunar powers were passed onto me so I could better see the astral world. Thankfully today I don’t see as much as then. Believe me, you do not want to be like that kid in the other movie who say “I see dead people”. Remember how afraid he was. Now picture yourself with the ability to see everything the eye cannot see. Do you walk through a cemetary at midnight to cut short on your way home? When I did, the most scary parts were not the grieving spirits near the graves, but the demonic entities who I caught the reflection of in the darkly lit car windows parked outside the cemetary.

Anyway my psychic older-woman MILF friend at the time, she told me I often have visits from my dead grandmother. I didn’t believe her. But then she told me my grandmother showed up as we spoke. I could feel the temperature drop, and my hair rise. I felt something touching my hair. She told me that is what she does, and come to remember it that is what she did when she was alive. I then asked about how my grandmother looked like. My friend gave a completely accurate description of my grandmother as she looked like in the 1930’s, when she was in her 20’s. I remember my grandmother saying that “although my body gets older, I still feel  like I am only 17 up here in my head!”. My psychic friend could communicate with my grandmother and it became clear that it was indeed her she was talking to. I got the message that I should stop doing occultism, and get married soon and have kids. But also she could describe the place she was born in, down to detail, such as where everything was placed, which way every building on that farm was placed, their size, what furniture inside, and even the dog they had that died during the 1950s, and where that dog usually slept, and where a cow with horns were buried and so much detail that my female friend could not possible know about – things that were a family secret – even I did not know about the horned cow and where it was buried at that farm. My mother knew and when I told her a medium had revealed it to me she started crying – they thought the cow was evil since it had very unusual horns on it, and it had died giving birth and the calf died too.

At one time I lived by myself in a flat in Oslo, one of the top floors in a well-respected area. My opposite view from the window was a fashion factory, where they made clothes. The distance was about 50-60 meters. So I could see clearly. During nighttime, I could easily mistake one of the clothes-dolls they would use to display clothes on, with a person figure. But you could easily see it is only a doll. But the dolls were not moving and they were placed far from the window. Suddenly one night I could see in that building there was a figure of a woman staring at me through the window. She did not have fashion clothes, it was a dirty white night gown of some sort. She held a child dressed in exactly the same way. Both were looking at me. I shrugged and thought this must be just another doll or a prank or something. No person would be standing dressed like that in a building with the lights turned off, only the small emergency lights signs and the street lights outside cast some idea of light on the figures. So I make myself some food, read a book then forget the whole thing. I go to my window and look out. And these figures are still there. Strange I think. Then I go to my bedroom, which takes me maybe 5 seconds. Now the two figures are still there, but one floor down. I go to my living room and they are dissappeared. Go back to bedroom, and they are there. I sort of get bored of it and accept that they are just there for some reason. For the next month, these figures would appear around midnight and dissappear around 3am. Every day returning from work, I would sort of wait for them, and they would appear at the blink of an eye. To me they were my ghost pets. It was kind of hard to sleep knowing that they were staring at my window from across the street, but eventually I got used to it, then after a month or so they just stopped coming.

It is believed that when you die, you do not realize you are dead. There are supposed to be so-called “death gods” or death angels that come to pick up your spirit. Sometimes they do not come immediately. Sometimes they dont come at all, and you are left to wander the earth. Think about this, because you never know when you are dead.

The latest group-conscious psychological weather is: depression. I make the following claim: All over the world, right now, people are more depressed than usual. Please leave a comment to this post if you have felt much more depressed than usual, in the last 14 days.

It is coincidentally a full moon tonight, which is nice, and although it is only Wednesday according to the Christian calendar, some part of me with a link to the ancient cultures of yester-millennia, feel it is now the end of the week. Plus the fall equinox is upon us, we descend from the blinding light of the summer days to my more comfortable dark times, winter is merciful in that respect, especially here up north, where during November to February, the daylight is only seen around 9am to 3pm – ish, and then I will be at work anyway.

But, I digress.

Sometimes I wonder what to write about in my blog. Then I remember the purpose of this blog was to write things through my perspective. This post will not be about any topic in particular. I covered a lot of material during the past three, nearly four years of blogging.

Still, I feel I only scratched the surface. I can remember once thinking this blog would end as an experiment after only one year. Still going strong. And I have developed a lot during the years, and my confidence as working with Lucifer as an archetype and guiding philosophy has grown.

I find that I can be open to other occultists and left-hand path people. Among regular people from work or family, I offer clues so that those with eyes to see with or ears to hear with can pick up on what currents I work with. My experience in this respect is that people will only see what they want to believe.

My cousin on my fathers side will only pick up on my interests in astral travel, him being a shaman among the tribal people of northern Norway known as Lappland. My coworker only knows I am into some form of satanism, too afraid to ask what, and I remember we had a meeting with the Norwegian Church as one potential customer, the IT Service Manager in the company asked me before the meeting (with some sense of humour): will lightning strike from the heavens if you join us in this meeting? I laughed and said only if I want it to. Some coworkers actually know a lot more, since they showed interest. Only one person knows the full story. Another only knows about my involvement in freemasonry, not being a freemason myself, but giving advice about some internal political farse which often play out in any large group of people that have to work together.

My mother is always full of religion and Christ, and she complained the other day how I rarely come to visit. So I invited her to my house this week for dinner. I imagine she would be very disturbed if she ever knew the truth. And she is living proof that if you believe in Christ, you will never believe the truth when you can see it, if it conflicts with your world-view.

Because when you enter my home, maybe even long before you walk through the door, you may feel the energy which some describe as electrical, a certain flow of energy that probably is the whole point of arranging your garden according to Feng Shui.

Then as you enter my home you will see first a demon on the wall embossed in stone with the text: “GOD BLESS THIS HOUSE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE”. My mother was worried about this and brought it up, wanting to know its meaning. I offered the explanation that the demon in question is the Dragon of black dark matter, symbolizing the pain and suffering of the earth, and that me blessing it as much as possible is a reminder that I am not of this world.

I don’t know what goes on in her head, but instead of analyzing what I just said, which in an intelligent consideration would certainly have tripped a Christians minds alarm-system, she asked instead: “wouldn’t it be nicer to have Jesus on a cross on the wall?”

I said that the dying figure of a naked man nailed to a cross is hardly “nice”.

“But Jesus died on the cross to save us all from our sins, isn’t that nice”? she said.

“If I had to have Jesus on my wall, I would have pictured Jesus at the moment of his enlightenment, becoming a Buddha, not his torture and death”. To which my mother just look puzzled, not falling for the trap of starting a heated debate that Jesus never had the enlightenment that Buddha had, simply because Buddha and Jesus come from different religions.

Then, she must have seen the many framed versions of the Tree of Life. She must have seen the many figures of various demons and Hindu gods. The black bookshelf with titles such as:

• The Magick of Solomon
• Crowley, Book of Lies
• Kevin Mitnick, the Art of Deception
• Hacking, the Art of Exploitation
• Prometheus Rising
• The Gnostic Gospels
• Alchemy and Mysticism, Volume I-IX
• Evola, Knowledge of the Waters
• A Practical Guide to Magick
• 500 Smoothie Drinks

and so on.

And ignoring:

• A dagger on the wall.
• A Chalice on the shelf.
• Many, Many occult diagrams floating about.
• 16th century manuscripts with dubious origin.
• Obsidian mirror.
• Egyptian papyri with hieroglyphs.
• Tibetan mantras on the wall.

I did remove one thing before she came over though, which is such a dead giveaway even her bigot mind would finally realize the truth:

GOD HATES YOU

GOD WOULD STONE YOU, BEAT YOU, STARVE YOU, ENSLAVE YOU TO ETERNAL HELL

LUCIFER LOVES YOU

HE WOULD EMBRACE YOU, LOVE YOU, CRY WITH YOU.

AFTER ALL, HE WAS CAST OUT OF HEAVEN FOR YOU.

Explaining to my mum that Lucifer is the true Jesus would probably have ruined dinner.

So what other things happened this week. Ah yes, I finally got time to repair my scooter. I love to drive a car, but if the weather is nice I love even more to ride my beloved scooter, which I upgraded to a 80cc, so I can do 95 km/h, but I am interested in keeping 50 km/h uphill. Most 50cc scooters can do max 15 km/h uphill.

I had a broken bearing inside the engine, picked it apart and installed the replacement part in under 6 hours. This involves cleaving the engine bloc in two so I would like to see the person doing it any faster than i did.