26 March, 2011

What Lucifer Really Thinks About God, The Flesh, and The Devil, With a Brief Statement on the Subject of Immortality

William Blake's Satan, Sin, and Death - Satan Comes to the Gates of Hell






Fiat Lux




"Contrary to the generally accepted belief, the most highly initiated philosophers symbolized the eternally existing state of divinity by darkness rather than by light. In all the cosmological systems of the enlightened pagans there was first darkness--an immeasurable extent of profundity which defied definition. From this darkness, which is the first God, proceeded Light, the secondary divinity. Light moved upon the face of Darkness and through its activities the world, or embodied divinity, comes into manifestation. The radiant spirits of Light set up their temporary kingdom in the midst of the darkness. But Light is finite and Darkness is infinite. In the last Age the night of oblivion descends once more upon the universe and the sovereignty of the darkness is re-established."*



As I sit here after my brief discourse with Lucifer, fine brandy and cigars at my beck and call, topnotch nymphomaniacs performing before me, it strikes me that perhaps a little explanation is warranted before the casual reader should proceed. “Lucifer” is a complicated fable with a plenitude of meaning. His association with “evil” is quite unjust as you shall see exposed below, and a great deal more besides if brave enough to continue reading. The injustice done to this great symbol of rational thought and cosmic illumination by the malicious and zealous agents of “God’s” benighted myrmidons cannot be overstated. From the Dark Ages until today, they have never stopped inventing lies about this exemplar of enlightenment. They can never stop lying because without “the devil,” organized religion would be exposed for the bankrupt and hollow sham that it is. The lies serve to scare the befuddled and blind faithful, as well as to obscure the actual evil conducted by church masters right under their superstitious noses. I appreciate their ancient racket for the control it represents, but it's clearly in the latter stages of decline.




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It took three hours for me to find the flaw in the summoning ritual. I was forced to repeatedly and meticulously retrace each and every step in order to find it. Someone had either carelessly or deliberately inserted a typographical error in my book of Eliphas Lévi rituals. I only realized it worked when the dark mist begin to swirl about the center of my carefully crafted sacred portal. Like a tornado, it twirled, grew, and blew papers about my library. Soon there was a crackling sound, and a rippling static charge of violet hue around the center of the whirlwind. It began wobbling around an invisible axis, and then an almost blinding white light sprayed forth from the center, which dimmed almost as soon as it appeared. Seconds later I opened my eyes - all three of them - and before me was the image of a man. He stood about 7’ tall and wore a black, wide brimmed cowboy hat. His eyes flamed forth like a foundry furnace. His lovely lips were crimson and surrounded the whitest teeth anyone has ever seen. Everything else about him was cloaked with the amorphous mist that earlier had formed the miniature twister. He floated, or seemed to float, on the mysterious mist throughout our discourse.

The first words out of this mysterious creature’s mouth were, “Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name,” and were in perfect imitation of Mick Jagger, thus affirming that if nothing else, Lucifer has a surefooted sense of humor.

I thought it appropriate to reply in kind, so after chuckling, I said: “How the hell are you Lucifer, Lord of the Abyss? You honor me with your presence and wisdom. It is humbling to be in your presence and at your service. Your agents inform me you’ve agreed to cover all the basics for the public and to ‘tell all;’ however, your renowned honesty and humble nature lead me to see the outlines of yet another masterfully crafted piece of hyperbole, for which I heartily congratulate you.”

This remark elicited a deep rumbling sort of laughter followed by guttural snorts, and then: “Oh, stop it. Let’s get down to the interview and dispense with the obsequious chitchat. We both know the score here; and by the way, don’t make the mistake that you’re conducting anything. I conduct - period.”

“Quite right, Lord Pluto, god of the Underworld. Ah, now that title for instance, that’s as good a place to start as any - exactly how many do you have anyway?”

“O, I stopped keeping track a few millennia ago. I’m sure my infernal bureaucrats have that information on file. I could summon my Director of Intelligence, Sexuality, and Psychological Warfare, Asmodeus to obtain the lists if you want?”

“No, don’t bother. We both understand the profane filth of the world don’t have the historical and cultural grounding, to say nothing of intelligence, to even notice such references. By the way, how’s Cerberus doing these days?”

“That’s true. Ah, Cerberus! My accountant, Mammon informs me Cerberus Capital Management is profiting nicely, but unfortunately we can‘t delve too much into that publicly for obvious reasons. On the subject of names, it does get tedious and repetitive having to explain my Latin appellation. No matter how many times it is defined, the superstitious priests’ calumnies persist. As you know, Lucifer simply means light bearer. The origin stems from my habit of helping to spread knowledge amongst the few sentient beings I encounter. I am the first philanthropist. That decrepit fraud in the sky with the long white beard doesn’t like anyone knowing more than he does. His stock and trade depends on a ready supply of primitive brutes, which is why he peaked with Cro-Magnon man and tribal fetishists (never to be confused with the more enlightened sexual variety). He freely and repeatedly proclaims his jealousy in that inane book of his, hence the necessity his deluded servants always feel to besmirch my good name. You know Sauros, since you joined my team - oh, how long ago was it, anyway?”

“I was consecrated to your service at birth, but as for active dedication, well do I remember the beginning of my service. It was a glorious Beltane eve and we basked in a sea of lubricious flesh….”

“Never mind,” he sharply interrupted, and then sternly said, “let’s get back to what really matters here,” with just a hint of rebuke.

“Right you are, my Lord; you’re the star here. Word was sent to me that you’re slightly perturbed over two other alleged interviews, viz: A Brief Conversation with Lucifer by Astrochronic and that which inspired it, An Interview with Satan by Alex Heminger, both of which are available elsewhere. What is it about these obscure blogs, other than their obviously fraudulent nature, that bothered you?”

“Their vagueness and mocking tone. I rarely authorize interviews, and to have such balderdash traipsed before the public was slightly galling.”

“Is there any reason to specifically address pseudo-points made within those phony interviews?”

“Not directly. They’ll all generally be obliterated by this interview.”

“Right you are. I suppose you get asked the most about all the alleged suffering occurring on the globe. Life on earth, Yahweh’s (among many others) alleged creation, has been characterized as "nasty, brutish, and short." Many fanatics have blamed you personally for this, citing the little incident in the largely fabulous Garden of Eden. What do you say to such allegations?”

“Preposterous, primitive, deranged conspiracy theories based on the merciless smear campaign of that old rogue, ‘Yahweh;' incidentally, that’s just one of his many aliases.”

“Let’s stop here for a moment. Not to interrupt you, but exactly who or what is this character, anyway? Surely not the Biblical creator of everything.”

Snorting in disgust, “Of course not! Look, the bastard was a minor deity on Ganymede before they had to evict the little cretin.”

I gasped in amazement. “There’s life on Ganymede?!”

“There was before the eviction,” he said matter-of-factly. “Something to do with transmuting cosmic rays into the equivalent of a well-balanced diet for the silicon-based life forms there. I didn’t follow the affair that closely since there were more important things on my mind than some obscure, ungrateful Lilliputian troglodytes. Anyway, ‘Yahweh’ raised his sacrifice quotas and the Ganymede Governing Council peremptorily cancelled his contract without thinking to acquire a suitable replacement. Consequently, they all instantly solidified into rock. I understand it was a very painful demise for them. How's that for climate change? Stupid buggers. Good riddance! The multiverse generated many life forms, and we deities can’t have lesser beings interfering with our affairs that way,” he concluded with an exhilarating chuckle.

“This will raise more questions than it answers. Perhaps….”

“No, it’s instructive to explore the multiverse paradigm. Chaos gave birth to a multiverse of infinite possibilities, which is to say, anything that can happen will happen. There is infinite diversity in infinite combinations, to paraphrase one of my beloved servants. The multiverse is all that exists, will exist, can exist. There are infinite times and places for my subjects to explore and dominate - if they play their cards right.”

“A fairly simple concept to grasp, Your Majesty. It explains a lot, including suffering, to get back to my original question.”

YOU FOOL,” he thundered, causing a 2.0 tremor. “It explains EVERYTHING!”

Don‘t panic, you can smooth this over. “I apologize for my base stupidity. Please, grant me Light to fathom your Empyreal Wisdom.”

“If I were inclined towards fairness,” he replied, with wisps of sulfurous vapor beginning to emanate from his invisible pores, “I’d chalk your wretched ignorance up to immaturity; after all, if I had to translate it into your standard earth years, I am roughly 13,464,032,345 years old. I was the first deity to hatch, so to speak. Yet that would be inaccurate. It’s not maturity you lack, but basic listening skills! For instance, right now you’re thinking about the last glassy-eyed broad you punished into a mind-shattering orgasmic trance, when you should be paying attention to what I have to say!”

She is such a lovely creature, and that far off look in her eyes - proof I sent her to that special zone. Shake the reverie off, damn it! Remember who you're speaking to here: the driving force of existence! Sensing his exasperation and growing rage, I decided to take a more apologetic, ingratiating, and pragmatic approach. “That’s true. Again, my deepest apologies. However, I think by now we’ll have lost the vast majority of our readers. Your infinite knowledge utterly confounds the useless masses - they are simply unworthy of you.”

This tactic seemed to brighten both his mood and his smoldering eyes, and the smell of sulfur quickly left the air as the vapor retreated back to its source like a film being played backwards. “Yes, they absolutely are wretched vermin, which brings us back to the bum rap I often get about suffering. What is popularly - and quite incorrectly, I might add - termed ‘Humanity’ is the purest masochism encapsulated in biological form. I know since over half the breed’s libido was engineered in my labs. Yahoo (one of my pet names for the old rogue) had a lot of meddling ideas, and inverting them systematically is a pleasure indeed. It’s a duel of sorts. He has his game, and I’ve got mine. We’re actually allies for the time being. Cosmic Chess. Don’t give me that blank look - I know you’ve heard of Pat Robertson and that Hagee piglet of mine. Don’t expect me to explain it all to you at once, my budding epopt. It will take centuries of training before you even glimpse the pathways of the multiverse, let alone are permitted to travel them at will.”

“Do what thou wilt is the whole of the Law,” I reflexively intoned.

“Very good, my faithful servant. Now, shall we press on with the interview?”

Situation defused, praise received. I breathed a sigh of relief, then shivered with a refreshingly cold delight, one infused with an adrenaline dose that palpably enhanced my neural connections. “Naturally,” I said casually. “Another calumny leveled against you has to do with a much vaunted rebellion a while back?”

“More lies. If anything, he’s the rebel. Goddamn it - I mean, I damn it - I swear the little punk can be so infuriatingly intractable at times. The alias he used on Ganymede can be translated into the human tongue as Ialdabaoth: Son of Chaos. That should clue you into his fundamental character.”

“A cursory glance at the Bible proves the maniac is possessed with an extremely unsavory temperament.”

“That would be putting it mildly. He’s a hack writer at heart: ‘The meek shall inherit the earth.’ Is that supposed to be some sort of convoluted and arcane joke?”

“Absolute rubbish, I know. What kind of weak idiot would believe that sort of thing?”

He smiled widely with a dreamy look in those flaming eyes, and replied, “The kind that must in order to sanctify their own innate masochistic tendencies. The truth of the matter is that the meek shall inherit the dirt.”

I smiled with him, and then said, “What do you say to those who believe the universe will contract back to its starting point before expanding again, thus precluding true immortality?”

“As one who has surfed black holes for sheer disport, I can honestly tell you that in the event this universe does such a thing, the multiverse has many avenues of escape.”

“So immortality is possible?”

“Of course! I’m living proof. But enough of this game.”

“Game?” I asked, puzzled.

“Don’t play dumb with me, lad. You’re talking to yourself. How else would I be able to read that submissive tramp on your mind? I don’t exist. You said it yourself in the introduction: Lucifer is a mythological symbol and nothing more! So why don‘t you go ahead and tell your readers about immortality.”

Now truly bewildered, I stutter-queried, “Talking…to…myself?”

“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together - GOO GOO GOO JOOB!” and with that final remark, he disarticulated into curls of smoke that quickly wormed their way out the nearest window.

Then the truth flooded into me, and it was my turn to smile. “Like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” I mused. Then laughter caused me to heave and tremble for a few minutes before I fell into a deep sleep. I awoke the next day fully replenished and quickly transcribed this dialogue. After feverishly finishing this little piece, I noticed that the shadows of my library had somehow lightly been etched or burned into the surfaces of the room, as if they had all been traced by a powerful centralized force. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, and CERN rippled across my mind like a kaleidoscopic aurora borealis, causing a firm grin to stretch across my face - it remains there still.

*"The world was, therefore, regarded as consisting of two empires, that of light and that of darkness united in a sort of truce at the equator. These two empires continually battled against each other for the period of a Great Year at the end of which time an armistice was declared. The gods and their shadows, the demons, were then reunited. After a certain period the light was again divided from the darkness and the war continued for another age. All of this symbolism is preserved in the zodiacal mysteries which are of a vast philosophic importance when properly understood." - Manly P. Hall, The ALL-SEEING EYE Vol. 5, No. 6, March, 1931, “The City of the Gods” (emphases mine).


“LUCIFER, the Light-bearer! Strange and mysterious name to give to the Spirit of Darkness! Lucifer, the Son of the Morning! Is it he who bears the Light, and with its splendors intolerable blinds feeble, sensual, or selfish souls? Doubt it not!” - Albert Pike




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On Immortality




Science’s ultimate goal is to control the fundamental forces of nature. Up from primeval slime, we developed tools, language, and the minds necessary to survive. We learned how to split the atom. We learned about the structure of DNA. Now we have computers, robotics, synthetic biology, genetic engineering, and nanotechnology. Thus, there is no reason whatsoever to doubt our ability to slow and ultimately reverse biological decay. Moreover, we can merge with technology and thereby stave off decrepitude and death. That will be the great Transhuman leap forward, the next evolutionary step. We must engineer our own evolutionary destiny.

If you can afford the life extension technologies of today and manage to live another twenty or thirty years, by that time science and technology will have at least advanced to the point where a further longevity boost will be obtainable, and so on to immortality. Anyone that believes otherwise is a defeatist and has defaulted on sentient existence. Such nihilistic defeatists accept suicide on the layaway plan; they might as well just do the deed today and be done with it. There will be no room for such obsolete sub-species in the Transhuman Age. See the works of Ray Kurzweil for a further elucidation.
Victoria Ab Tenebris

25 March, 2011

Innovative Approaches to Nuclear Waste Disposal: A Few Modest Proposals





A contentious issue spanning decades remains unresolved, which, along with the recent spectacular fireworks at Fukushima, has prodded me into writing this selfless blog. I have ideas and the world needs them desperately. We are all well aware of the benefits and luxurious safety of Nuclear Power; it is one of the greatest inventions and assets of this brave new world. So why are some malcontents whining about it? Well, that's just what malcontents do: they whine. They lead unfulfilled lives of insignificance, and so must inevitably vent their futility onto a world that couldn't care less. It's best to be proactive rather than reactive. It is therefore my pleasure to present these modest proposals regarding the regulation and disposal of Nuclear Waste.

1. There exists a plenitude of land that will inevitably be dedicated to the storage of said waste. This land burden will be fulfilled one way or another, making it extremely profitable to discard it with judicious dispassion, alacrity, and equanimity. Since Yucca Mountain is not large enough as a facility, more sites are clearly called for. Calling it a "Repository" is PR gold. Many areas exist that are not very useful, and which therefore serve little if any societal purpose. One such area is a very good candidate for NWD, not only due to its relatively remote nature, but to its readymade and world famous concavity. I refer, of course, to the utilitarian master planner's dream, the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon is 446 km long, ranges from 6.4 to 29 km in width and is 1.6 km at its deepest point. It is a prime candidate just waiting to be filled. It's unnecessary to fill all of it, at least not yet and certainly not all at once - when the outcry arises, that fact can be pointed out as a grand initial selling point.

We must not discount potential uses of so-called tribal lands. Since they proved quite useful when it came to mining uranium to begin with there is a certain symmetry in dumping it back at the source, an action easily sold as returning to Natives their rightful property. Moreover, I forsee no difficulty in preserving the Grand Canyon's status as National Park since there are always eager officials within NPS in need of financial assistance.

Diverting the Colorado River would pose certain engineering challenges, yet with careful planning and due diligence, it could all be sent safely to Las Vegas, which as everyone knows is in dire need of water if we're to maintain our corporate interests there. Thus, by using the Grand Canyon as disposal site as well as re-directing all of the Colorado to Las Vegas, two problems could be solved at once and much wealth spread around. Think of the economic utility of such an option! Such a scheme represents the ultimate stimulus package. Packaging and publicly presenting Environmental Impact Studies would be as easy as portraying Iraq as rabid haven of WMDs, and Operation Odyssey Dawn as humanitarian endeavor. Getting the cheap (and highly expendable) labor from south of the border in the usual way would naturally be indispensable, but the public need not be aware of it; in fact, from a Public Relations perspective, the less said about this entire proposal, the better.

2. If resistance can't be totally suppressed with Perception Management techniques, then the Grand Canyon is obviously out of the question, in which case it might be easier to simply spread the material around liberally even more so than present policy permits. The somewhat distressing resurgence in health fanaticism on the part of the proles could be used to our advantage by resurrecting certain tonics, and certainly uranium makes a great construction material as many Native Americans have discovered. Perhaps comporting our waste management policy with the admonition against all eggs being placed in one basket is necessary. In this regard, "The solution to pollution is dilution" is a wonderful slogan, especially since it rhymes, which helps lodge it deep inside feeble heads. This tactic makes our task even simpler than previously assessed for a number of reasons, not least of which is widespread recognition of the utility of DU as kinetic transformation agent on the numerous battlefields in the Global Gap region. We could even call such a policy "Nuclear Democracy". "One Man, One Atom" is just the sort of slogan that might go a long way towards bashing any and all vitality out of any nascent dissenting movements - after all, it worked for "Atoms for Peace." If Public Relations teaches us anything, it is that a dedicated elite can convince anybody of anything if the process of manufacturing consent is merely conducted with all due diligence. Widespread ignorance regarding all forms of radiation and their many effects is our ally. It's invisible, which automatically invokes the out of sight out of mind doctrine we recently used with such effectiveness regarding the Gulf oil spill.

We must also remember what our dear Lord Bertrand Russell said in his short masterpiece, The Impact of Science On Society:

"I think the subject which will be of most importance politically is mass psychology....Its importance has been enormously increased by the growth of modern methods of [persuasion]. Of these the most influential is what is called 'education.' Religion plays a part, though a diminishing one; the press, the cinema, and the radio play an increasing part....It may be hoped that in time anybody will be able to persuade anybody of anything if he can catch the patient young and is provided by the State with money and equipment.

"The subject will make great strides when it is taken up by scientists under a scientific [command and control superstructure - S]....The social psychologists of the future will have a number of classes of school children on whom they will try different methods of producing an unshakable conviction that snow is black. Various results will soon be arrived at. First, that the influence of home is obstructive. Second, that not much can be done unless indoctrination begins before the age of ten. Third, that verses set to music and repeatedly intoned are very effective. Fourth, that the opinion that snow is white must be held to show a morbid taste for eccentricity. But I anticipate. It is for future scientists to make these maxims precise and discover exactly how much it costs per head to make children believe that snow is black, and how much less it would cost to make them believe it is dark gray.

"Although this science will be diligently studied, it will be rigidly confined to the governing class."

Not only is Lord Russell's delightful scenario instructive, but its elegant utility must never be overlooked if we are going to continue effective herd brutalization.

3. Commoner hospitals, senility storage centers, hospices, and graveyards form what I call the continuum of decrepitude and represent nothing less than wasted space since they're only biological waste disposal and treatment areas, and thus far too limiting and ultimately counterproductive as mere repositories of biological detritus. The same is true of monuments to deceased "founding fathers". There is much advertising as well as storage potential practically everywhere we look, and the two elements should obviously be combined wherever appropriate. For example, with a coat of green paint the Washington Monument could easily be transformed into a glorious symbol of spent fuel rods, and the toothless fool's ostentatious grave and plantation could even come in handy once all is gutted, chambered with a useful storage facility, and covered with topsoil. "Going green" should be pervasively manifest in starkly inescapable ways.

I think a combination of the above policy possibilities could well lead us towards a synthesis of resolutions regarding the touchy Nuclear Waste Disposal issue. Greater study is needed, but as seed ideas the aforementioned potential solutions appear quite promising indeed. As long as we crush dissent in its cradle and use controlled opposition to channel lingering resistance into supporting our solutions, trajectory to absolute victory is secure.





This brief has been forwarded to the NRC through the usual channels.