My plans are going well. I have been working a while in the Netherlands. Most of my businesses are growing well, and for this blog, I am getting over a houndred visitors every day, according to the latest statistics.

After April I will focus more on my book again, and I expect at the end of the summer it will be ready. By then I will set up a web shop, where you can buy the book, as well as some other stuff I will be peddling online.

I’ve thought about a new direction for the blog, perhaps it will be more time to write weekly updates.

Soon, a lot of things will change. For the better I should add.

The problem of being an expert, like most experts will agree, I am often called to assist people who, for some reason, find themselves in dire straits and want me to cure the problem by some kind of magick or wizardry, either of a techincal or occult nature. Often they find themselves in trouble because of their own fault.

If you look at me from a first glance, you just see a 25-year old male with cargo pants and a hoodie, very casually dressed. Of course I am much older, and also an occultist, but most people in reality know I have skills with computers and can tackle most engineering problems.

So, always when I visit my family or friends, even if we just talked about how annoying it is for me to go from work to enjoy a bit of quality-time, only to find my uncle or friend ask me about removing viruses from a Windows computer, or replacing batteries in a smoke detector. Just because I am an engineer, it seems that the laws of Nature themselves, has dictated that I should be ready at all times to perform engineering feats. Even impossible things, like “my car is screwed up, help” and so on. They often expect me to work for free, because they know me or I am in the family. Often they could not afford the services either, so I end up working a lot for free. I cut down on this a lot. It reminds me of a past master and pioneer experienced the following:

“The final insult came when was called to the sickbed of the wealthy churchman, Cornelius von Lichtenfels. The old Canon had been declared dying by his own doctors – the same professors of the Faculty at Basle. Von Lichtenfels offered one hundred guilders for a successful cure. Paracelsus prescribed three doses of a medicine, purgation and diet, and claimed that the old Canon’s condition had been misdiagnosed and not understood by his attending physicians. Von Lichtenfels was soon free of pain and shortly after was on his feet again, completely cured. He conveniently forgot both his suffering and his promise. He paid Paracelsus the usual six guilder fee claiming that this was sufficient for a single consultation and three doses of medicine.”

Many people want me to explain how magick works. Sure, I have explained it many times. I even helped a few individuals onto the path, being a tutor into the general road, but always with the intention that at a crossroad, they will decide what tradition within occultism they would work with, since we are all different. As for Luciferianism, it is a loosely defined at best, and perhaps at worst impossible to dictate any real dogma that would become a tradition, nor is there any pure tradition or lineage that I know of, so my Luciferian path is my own adaptation on the idea of Lucifer as the Morning Star, as a fallen angel, and the trickster Olymp of Prometheus, who stole fire from the Gods. A rebel, perhaps, but not as destructive or single-minded perhaps as most left hand pathers who talk about “annihilation through darkness” and such things, nor am I working towards any right hand path of accepting a god-figure and surrendering to a supreme authority. Nevertheless, my Luciferian path is my experiment, and I can not guarantee any results for you, although I am willing to share my experiences with you, especially if you too find it within yourself to know already that you are on the path of occultism or Luciferianism, or both.

Magick works if you are willing to work with Magick. To do that you need to study for years, starting immediately. The results you get are not up to me, its actually up to you. Nobody can “give” you magick, the big secret here is that you already possess everything deep within, your work is to uncover the layers of shit that prevent you from being the awesome god/godess that you are, and propel you into deity or demigod-ity.

I do not claim to have divine powers, nor am I just any knob out there. I too are constantly working and developing, far from perfect. But I have gone hell of a lot further than 99.999% of anyone out there who have started out working with the occult, and just because they can do a pentagram ritual without looking at the paper, think they are already the masters of the universe. Far from it. But well done, its a first step.

I hate to start selling services. That doesn’t really help people unless they are willing to do most of the work anyway, and it feels unethical to take peoples money who aren’t developing. Plus I dont have the time to do everything.

But I am considering now to sell a book, which willl contain everything I know about Luciferianism. It will be my contribution to anyone out there who is crazy enough to do what I do.

The final insult came when Paracelsus was called to the sickbed of the wealthy churchman, Cornelius von Lichtenfels. The old Canon had been declared dying by his own doctors – the same professors of the Faculty at Basle. Von Lichtenfels offered one hundred guilders for a successful cure. Paracelsus prescribed three doses of a medicine, purgation and diet, and claimed that the old Canon’s condition had been misdiagnosed and not understood by his attending physicians. Von Lichtenfels was soon free of pain and shortly after was on his feet again, completely cured. He conveniently forgot both his suffering and his promise. He paid Paracelsus the usual six guilder fee claiming that this was sufficient for a single consultation and three doses of medicine.

Time for another update. I am right now in a process where I am finishing up last years hurdles, so while it certainly is a new calendar year, I won’t really notice until 1st of March.

I am deeply preoccupied with my occult studies, which now take place during the dark season. This is consuming most of my time and energy.

My nephew has now got a girlfriend! I am so proud of him. Next month he will turn 18. He is the responsible type so I don’t imagine he will knock her up or get too drunk at a party. So far, he is the one picking up his drunk friends and getting them home safely. Which is why i think its a good idea to teach kids how to drink, early, so they know their limit. Most kids don’t.

Many people of all ages and time warn against getting or using an Oija board. I am one of the people who warned other people about using one, especially if you are not sure what you are doing.

Since I am now sure what I am doing, I got one just for fun. Now, in my initiatory level, you might say I have the necessary skills to tackle certain things. I mean, by this time, I have died three times, and had my organs divided into four, then put back together again magickally at some time, and I have looked my own mortality as well as the horrors beyond in the white eye.

But still I get a Oija board.

I got it on eBay really cheap. Its an antique. I guess the previous owners, based in the UK, didn’t want it anymore, for some reason.

You can see, I am building up to a story here.

But the story is very simple. As I am typing I realize why I haven’t slept well since .. well since about this thing arrived. And I haven’t used it or anything. Horrible nightmares. Too bad I suck at remembering my dreams. Today I even went back to sleep to try to get back to the dream, it had the most horrible energy, I was so fascinated. It reminded me of what a young A.:.A.:. adept once wrote, now dead last year at age 33, in his magickal journal about his visit to the seven hells.

This would be hell 2, only one hell away from the mother of all hells. He described it as ‘being alone in a dark room, lit only by a single candle, pictures scattered everywhere, with a baby picking up the pictures and burning them, one by one. The pictures are part of your life, and scenes of other peoples lives. Each time a photo is burned, a part of you dies, or someone dies. Then you know the baby is sooner or later going to pick up your picture and you will die’.

Welcome Saturn.

Thank you dear reader, especially those of you who regularly follow my blog.

It has been a journey, and I feel it is time to take a moment and define the direction this blog is taking, as a reflection also of my own development.

A reminder. This blog started out as my exploration of Luciferianism, and in particular it has served as a personal platform for expressing my Luciferian views online, in the hope of connecting with other Luciferians and ultimately explore indeed what it means to live a life as a Luciferian.

During my time, I met some individuals in various forums on the Luciferian Research Society, (LRS) meant to be a forum of Luciferian artists, where I met some friends I still have contact with today. Due to time considerations I have not been very active socially in this milieu, and the general trend here as is so often the case is that 1-4% of the forum people are active, and only 1-4% of the active people are really good people to interact with and would help you grow.

One of the things I realized is that you need not only learn from self-professed Luciferians, nor just occultists. Chances are your christian neighbour could be very happy in his life and provide many valuable life-lessons on personal and interpesonal levels, that do reflect the ultimate truth as described in Zen Bhuddism as True Enlightenment.

Western occultism divide the world into four levels of existance (for example). Eastern mystic traditions divide it into seven. Christians describe hell or heaven, or 7 heavens and 7 hells, Hindus and Bhuddists may talk of two or hundred of thousands (myriad) levels of existance. My point here is that the exact true number of levels of existance is limitless (or empty if you go by the Zen method) – it is too many and too “deep” to grasp intellectually. Therefore, various systems have created their own systems and divisons, for example four elements, seven planets and 12 zodiak. Which works fine as long as you stay in the same system or carry valid correspondances that are tested and tried and do carry relevant meaning from one system to the next (translation). 

Being and living life as a Luciferian, if you choose to go down that path, good luck, it’s not going to be easy. As always you can contact me if you have any questions. I will soon make a better FAQ and write an essay about this, when I have some more time on my hands.

Going down the path of becoming a true mystic, or occultist, or master of a tradition of the West or East, or any different path, will all require hard work, and you will need to take in lots of information and study hard. A Catholic priest, for instance, will have to work for years to become a priest. Most Catholic priests, will never realize the power of the mysteries or themselves become magickians, but some do. Same thing about Thelemites and Satanists, many come, few survive the initiations (symbolical pun intended) and very few of those gain any real magickal power. Not to mention Wicca…..

Being Luciferian, because there is (until recently) very little authoritative information is HARD, and I do not recommend it because other systems are better at teaching you magick.. If however you truly want to explore Luciferianism and become one, with an open mind, then be welcome, but do realize it will not be easy or as easy as the other, well structured paths. Then what happened recently was that some people I know from the LRS, has finally made a physical Luciferian Church, The Greater Church of Lucifer. I do not know yet if it is a good idea or not, but it probably is, but as with all things before, only 1-4% will actually do any work, and of those only 1-4% will master the tradition… atleast from my side I find it interesting and positive that something is manifesting physically, and it has already created a lot of debate, but my worry is that it will become a social club and that no real deep development of character, or magick will happen. But lets see.

So about my blog. This blog will continue to exist. It has been a platform of my own development and it still will be. I know I have ranted in good and bad ways, so be it. It is what it is, a reflection of my inner and outer process and development.

Directions it will take: right now I am receiving many well written emails from people who request help or assistance in some way. This is interesting. I will write some general tips on my blog, and continue helping people. As always all information is treated with full confidentiality.

My work will be to be a light in the world and to help people. My focus will be less on defining Luciferianism, but it is one of the ways I have chosen to represent the Light in the dark, and so I shall continue on that work. My work alone will define Luciferianism and wether or not I have successfully carried out the Great Work as a magickian.

Oh and one more thing. People write to me and say they have done this kind of ritual or that kind of sigil work, please write a detailed description of your work before sending in your question. As traditions and knowledge vary among the people, what you gain from asking a question will depend on how successful you describe your work and your level of experience.

There is nothing much to write home about. Or is there? Well it seams my uncertainty of this new relation has been removed. Before a certain retreat I was going to it seemed quite unclear if we would get together, me and my new boyfriend. He is the reclusive introvert type. He still is, but now he has gone from “I don’t need a person in my life”, to “I am taking the train to you now” and spending the night in my place.

I guess for him, it is quite new experience to have, given that he has never had a relationship before. I feel this one is special. He is getting better at making out, and cuddling, although his sexual appetites are that of a typical 20 year old. This old Luciferian has trouble keeping up sometimes. He agrees, I look 25, tops. I have to show ID if I buy alcohol. Like as if an underage person would buy a 12 year old Whiskey single malt from Hokkaido, Japan. My boyfriend would settle for cheap Vodka and something terrible called “Battery” (energy drink).

Where I am going with this? Point is, I am getting stuff I want in my life. Recently a lot of stuff fell into place quite snugly. I am helping people. People write emails to my blog (See Contact section) and I help people in their daily life. It is what Luciferianism should be about: living a life where you attract things you want, things that challenge and inspire you and in my case things that keeps me young at heart (and soul). But also most important: To shine a light for others. No matter what your religious background, all religions with true initiations contain the path to the one Mystery. A Christian can turn his system into his advantage and even through Christian mythos attain true knowledge. It is not the ramblings of a judging god but the light that shines in even the darkest place, even to save darkness itself not by converting it but the one true transcending act: love. A Satanist, deep down inside, has chosen his path. Can he be a light to himself and others? He may. Wether Spiritual or LaVeyan, all religions, even when no longer considered religions, such as Zen, can be tools to the journey on the path of enlightenment.

My boyfriend confessed to me today he is an atheist. Sure, he believes in heaven or hell, and certainly has seen some amount of supernatural events (just look who he is dating) but it took me by surprise. In a way. So he is faithless and respects the beliefs or traditions of others but himself do not follow any dogma or system. It is kind of how I started. Then I got in to Zen. Then I learned western Occultism. Maybe it’s good to be challenged sometimes by someone who has one religion: A Smart Phone.

I grew up in Norway, in the shadow of the Cold War during the 1980’s. The Soviet Union, bordering to Norway, was both a friendly neighbour and an enemy at the same time.

My parents divorced in 1989. That same year, poetically, regimes fell and the wall came down. By 1991, the Soviet Union, the ideal of my Childhood, had fell. I was in tears. I was 14 and I had a poster of Lenin in my bedroom.

Because my mom lost custody I lived alone with my dad.

My dad is a postman. At the time he was single and was a social centerpiece at the local pubs. Knowledgeable about almost any topics especially in popular science and amazing things found in nature, he often had girlfriends.

Our neighbour, an immigrant from Serbia, was involved in the war in former Yugoslavia at the time, had a large backyard party Serbian style. I think they roasted a whole pig. At this party my dad met a Russian woman. She was an ex-KGB officer, who defected to Norway before the collapse of the Soviet Union, because her husband, a leading Party member in Krashnodar, Siberia, had done something hostile to the State and defected to Norway before her.

She moved into our house some time after 1994 I think. Immediately the bachelor laidback style was replaced with a Russian mother’s touch. Everything was cleaned, and our house every day smelled of Siberian cuisine. We had Borsj and Pelmenje almost every day. I learned how to drink Vodka every day and empty a bottle without pulling as much as an eyebrow. She had visitors from former Sovier Union, often shady characters who ran operations trying to get people into Norway illegally. Once we helped a Pakistani woman who had been forced to marry her uncle. We gave her a secret identity and help her escape into the underground .

At that time I had already built my own computer. I used it to go on the internet (illegally, the internet was not generally available at the time) and try to get information about nuclear pollution in the air in Leningrad (i will always call this city Leningrad) for some of her Russian friends who lived there, being lied to from their government, still, now that it was a “democracy”.

I never liked my stepmom. She taught me a few things you can only learn in jail or in the army, the kind of thing that you lose your innocense as a child, because now you know people cannot directly be trusted, without you knowing that all humans are directed by their lower instincts and thus motivated by egoistic needs.

She showed me how to court a female by showing how I should take a woman out for dinner, how to dress, how to act correctly. I hated that shit. She showed me that although she despised the KGB, and the Soviet Union, she still held on to her medal “Order of Lenin” that she was awarded at one time, for dear life. As if it was somehow a validation of her accomplishments for the very regime that threatened to kill her children.

How can personal satisfaction on being socially accepted, be more worth than your childrens lives?

I told her I was gay and not into women. That the tips and social etiquette she tried to teach me, from some conservative Russian culture, she could just shove it up her ass. Cause it’s not going to fly. I live my life as a Lone Wolf. People should take me out for dinner. I should not have to court a female like some 17th century Russian aristocrat.

We had many arguments. I never respected her and she knew it. I believe she worked the system and never truly had any ideology. Except to care for her family. That she did. I believed in values beyond just family or selfish needs. Because I loved the system she hated. At that time. Back then I would have signed up for the KGB and worked to defend the socialist system at the cost of my life.

Today I know better of course. I know better than the KGB, my mother, my dad and my real mother, and the Serbian neighbour.

I feel more sad now than ever now that I am walking in truth. The truth, as they say, will set you free. But the sight – it is not pretty.

One small but not minor aspect of Solar consciousness I realized today is the symbolism of truth. As the Sun lights up the World, so everything is exposed, hence the expression ‘comes out into daylight’. This concept, for an individual as myself, is quite new and strange.

Being a child of the night, my Lunar self would see things in the night where the calm had came over the Mundane World, so as to reveal more hidden and mystical things. Muggles would be in bed dreaming their sweet dreams, while shadows like myself would roam in the night, bathing in the astral Lunar silvery light, perhaps working towards truth through some form of deceit. Certainly manipulation and puppet-mastery is a kind of deceit, even if it were for the best of purposes.

So over one year ago I started working towards truth in the Solar sense, and invited this light into my life even more than the fire and light of the highest, because it now had come down far enough that some truth could be lit in my physical manifestation of this world that is my life.

So the boyfriend. He is the strangest little kid I have met – with such an old soul. While I am more manipulative and can stretch truth, he deals in absolute truth, that is, he is being totally honest without hiding his true emotions. He doesn’t know how to lie. He can manipulate with truth. Even though I am 18 years older than him I feel humbled by his 20 year old existance on this planet in the physical sense, he gives off a patience and wisdom of a 200 year old.

He has had no other boyfriend than me, so I know the fact that he wants to spend time with me is, in a way, special. (If not unique). He must be so unsure of me. He knows I usually had many lovers. But now for the first time I think in terms of being only with him.

He has the most beautiful eyes you can sink into for an eternity. He has red/brown hair that is wild and reminds you of a furred animal, like a red wolf. His ears have the most beautiful and strange silver piercing shaped to follow his upper ear so he does look like he got this from the elves themselves, forged by silver and moonlight and morning dew.

He has the capability to get completely past all my defences. And there he remains, rock-steady, honest to death, loyal but finally loyal only to his own Will.

I am in behind his defences too – first time for him. We are so vulnerable to eachother. Yet I feel safe with him.

I have a new boyfriend. He is 20, and spiritually a Lycan. Since my familiar is a wolf, this may very well be the one. He is of course very influenced by Luna, as am I. And I thought I was an introvert. This one is more introvert that I could imagine. I know kids today grow up on the internet. But to think that *everything* could be done online to the extent that all social skill has been wiped out, I did not see that one coming.

A virgin, but not by any means pure of thought, I have initiated him into the mysteries of carnal pleasures, but with the intention of opening up his inner planes to receive the light and love.

It is working well. Before my retreat I just met him one day, then again yesterday, and he is opening up faster than I thought. Today we made a pact of sorts, sealled magickally. It feels good to be in a serious relationship.