My mother invited me to a christian mass held as a co-operation with her local church and the local convent, which is rarely open to the public. While I do get very bored in a normal church (where no-one, including the priest has any idea about the mystical and alchemical meaning of even such an important sacrament as the eucharist), I find it much more interesting to be around catholics. They seem to preserve tradition better, and to pay especially more attention to ritual, and its meaning.
So I joined, in order to take in the athmosphere, and although I didn’t sing in any of the songs, I was very amused with the architecture and look and feel of medieval times. The nuns were clad in black and white, simple linen clothes, made for nuns, that also added to the medieval experience.
My mind wandered to ancient times, when mages and alchemists conjoured up magickal potions and sigils in chambers and castle walls looking very similar to those surroundings I found myself in.
The priest surprisingly, in his sermon mentioned a passage about Salt. And light. The salt here is our light made manifest into the physical world. Our “cross to bear” so to say. The curse of the spirit, being bound in Materia. The light here could easily be the occult light, or the light in Lucifer as the bringer of occult light. The passage was:
You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others(..)
Indeed, the Luciferian must shine his light before others. Without the Light of the Luciferian humans are lost.
I noticed the idea of alchemical Salt popping up a lot lately as synchronicity with other signs.
The nuns are master bakers, and had made lots of cookies and cakes… which warmed a Luciferian’s heart to be able to enjoy. The nuns sang songs, I felt entertained like a king.
The moral of this story is, just because you are a Luciferian, doesn’t mean you cannot enjoy things in life, even among people who do not understand what you do, or who are deeply christian. Just don’t let their opinions bother you, they are, after all in their own karma. Likewise, don’t bother them with your opinions, you, are, after all, in your own karma…
Sit among the people, enjoy their songs and cakes. Meditate upon the ancient mysteries that are intertwined with every religion, as secret stepping-stones, back to Hermes Trimestigus, back to Prometheus, back to Toth, back to the ancient teachers who transcend time and space.