On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, some knock-off apple air pods. But why didn’t he get the real ones?
Yeah, people like to say that Christmas is about Jesus or whatever other Holiday. Others say it’s about family, which it is! But we can’t deny that there is a little monster inside of every one of us that loves to get gifts. We all want things and the idea that somebody might get you something you don’t want to buy yourself is an amazing idea.
Also, quiet down back there Karen, we all know that when you say “I prefer to GIVE gifts!” you actually mean “I hunger for praise and thanks!”, so don’t act like you’re not also a greedy bastard.
I don’t mean to hate on Christmas, I love Christmas. I also really love getting and giving gifts, it’s a big part of the holiday. That doesn’t mean that we can’t also nod and say, Yes, I do want things. There’s nothing wrong with greed as long as it doesn’t control you.
The entire Holiday Season is about eating huge amounts of food! We shovel Thanksgiving Turkey and Christmas Ham into our faces, finishing it off with mashed potatoes and other heavy, fatty foods. It’s amazing.
Even here! I said in my last post that I was gonna see you tomorrow but then I didn’t. Why? Greedy with my time. I have stuff to do, it’s halfway to Christmas! So, meet me back here next week when I cover the next Sin of the Season!
It’s December and that means the Christmas decorations are up in my household! I’ve got snowflakes hanging fro the ceiling and taped to the windows, lights are up, and a tree will be coming into the house shortly.
Christmas is on of my favorite holidays all year for a few reasons. For one thing, it’s basically Thanksgiving 2.0 at my family’s various parties because we all make the same dishes. What’s great is that the family is so large, we end up having a party for half the family on Christmas Eve, a smaller party Christmas Day with the closer family, and then a final party that night with other half of the family. Each of these parties has the traditional foods and rituals we all follow year after year. They’ve evolved slightly, but have largely remained the same.
Now, I know that some Satanists take pains to go against anything that may have been even lightly brushed with the taint of one of the Ahberhamic religions, and that’s fine, they have the right to do that, I just don’t think it’s all that big of a deal if a Satanist says “bless you” or puts a star tree topper up. You wanna know why? Because Christmas isn’t about Jesus anymore. You wanna know what it does celebrate? Say it with me, The Seven Deadly Sins!
I know I only recently did a whole look into the sins, but there’s something about Christmas that just gets me all excited for them again! So, I will be looking into each one of the individually and how they pertain to Christmas, that way we can get over ourselves and jump into the holiday! Don’t worry this won’t all be negative because, as I said earlier, I love Christmas. Used to hate it, now I’ve fallen back in love.
I hope everyone out there is safe and sound this holiday season. If any of my readers traditionally don’t do Christmas, then happy that. I don’t know. I’m a white woman from rural Washington, chill.
Have a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow for our first Sin!
I hope everybody is as stuffed to the brim(stone) as I am on this wonderful holiday! For those of you who don’t know or don’t care, today is Thanksgiving in the US and I am loving it! I’m not even going to touch all the historical and racial implications of the holiday and just talk about the most Satanic part: The food.
We all know that Satanism promotes sinning and gluttony, as long as it doesn’t consume you, which makes Thanksgiving one of my favorites! I get to revel in some of my favorite foods, my family shoving their faces beside me. Everyone is happy when they’re full of turkey and mashed potatoes!
When we get together for Thanksgiving, my family has a basic “schedule” they keep each year. We start with normal dinner, then second dinner, dessert, games, more time for eating here, and then games and drinks and chatting for the rest of the night. We take the food and family part of the holiday pretty seriously. Sadly, I wasn’t able to stay past first dinner as I’m pretty sick at the moment.
Also I’m fine with Football being part of Thanksgiving and if you bitch that it’s on while not in your own home, you can’t have any of my Crust Crisps. Go Hawks!
I’m going to go drink some tea and have some leftovers, but before I go, I wanted to quickly announce that I will be starting to take nominations for the I’m A Satanist and I’m a Satanic Slut Award starting now. The idea was given to me by a Twitter troll who wanted to make me feel bad, so I’m turning it around and making something positive out of it. (Take that!) Email me the names of up to three people who you wish to nominate, why you feel they deserve the “Award” (which is really just an interview and bragging rights), as well as a bit about you. The nominees MUST be member of the Church of Satan and be able to prove it.
Satanism is a religion of bettering ones self and improving the situation in which we find ourselves. That is sometimes on a very personal level, other times it’s global. No matter what, it’s up to you.
If you were to ask me where I plan on being in whatever amount of years, I might paint a picture of a small house with a job that allows me enough time for hobbies and reaching other personal goals. Asking another Satanist the same question may result in a picture of a second private jet or finally being able to afford to get a tattoo.
The one thing that each of these people has in common is that they are starting up the staircase to achieving a life they’re happy with. That’s what really matters when you look around and take in your life. Are you happy with it? How can I make it better?
If you’re reading this, you may already be a Satanist and are probably saying “Lauren, I know all of this already”. Well good for you, are you actively engaging in the idea? or maybe “Lauren, you haven’t posted in forever, how dare you?” to which I say, I was busy with other projects.
Does that mean I am happy with where I am right now? No, there’s things I want. I am going to take steps upwards towards these dreams until I am finally exactly where I want to be. Remember, Satan is a fictional, external representation of ones best self, free from Abrahamic Religions.
Hey, guys, it’s been a while, but that’s because this post had to grow a little before I could show you. Also, I’ve had to go to some weddings and work stuff. Ya know, life?
Well, let’s get on with it so I can show off my garden!
I know, it doesn’t look like much here but that’s because it’s the first picture I took after getting all the seeds and some of the starts planted. I decided to do this because I can’t seem to keep plants alive and I wanted to challenge myself to gain a skill. Some of the plants took really well while others are still really tiny. The little tomatoes in the background there are now huge and making fruit!
This was also really good for my food because I now have a ton of fresh herbs including basic, lemon thyme, rosemary, chocolate mint, and more. There’s five kinds of tomatoes, three types of peppers, and a myriad of flowers that bees are attracted to because bees are important to a healthy garden and also, oh, the Earth.
What I didn’t expect was what gardening would do for my mental health. It feels good to get up and tend to your plants. There’s an amazing sense of pride I get when I tell people that we are eating food that I’ve grown! I am attached to these little guys like they’re my cats and wow do they need a lot of care. I mean, they’re on a porch, so it isn’t ideal, which means I have to work extra hard to make sure they have everything they need. I’ve made many trips to the store for various bug or mildew related issues. Seeing them grow and flower has been more rewarding than I could ever imagine.
I hope you all are having a good day and I’ll show you what I make with my plants here soon.
The lights dim and smoke rolls through the room as a ghost-like bride leads a grim groom to the stage as she swings a puffing thurible. They sit, a ghostly light casting sharp shadows upon their faces. The show begins.
This is the beginning of the end that is The Wedding Funeral, a show that is touring across The United States and leaving misery (read as joy) in its wake. Seriously, this show made me smile, gave me chills, and, at one point, made my eyes water. I was amazed.
The theatrics enhanced the music and the music seamlessly meshed with the design. Darren’s mastery of the guitar matched with Ethel’s haunting saws creates an atmosphere that, alone, would tickle the senses. Then starts the lyrics I am completely entranced with the music that is meeting my ears. I had never heard anything like it.
The Wedding Funeral made me feel as though I was in a Broadway production, a Ritual Chamber, and a Rock Concert all at the same time and I cannot recommend it enough. If it’s coming within 100 miles of you, I expect you to go and let me know what you think.
Thank you, Darren and Ethel, for bringing this beautiful music to the world. Hail you both!
You remember that game some kids would play where you’d have to get somewhere or something without touching the floor? When’s the last time you played that game? Or any other game from your childhood?
At some point during our lives, we decided that games of imagination were below us somehow and decided to stop playing them. We’re told to grow up and act our age.
Well, I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit and the floor is lava. I was out with my friends last night and we ended the night at the bar that my Boyfriend’s sister owns. It was just five of us in there, all scattered around the bar, so, without thinking, I yelled “THE FLOOR IS LAVA”.
Guys, I wish you could have seen the looks of confusion and excitement that painted the faces of the companions. We shouted at each other when they were in “danger” and came up with ways to work together and get people to the safe point. It was an amazing time and when it was over, we all felt like we had just been transported back to age 12 and our moms were about to come tell us it was time to go. But we’re all in our mid-twenties to thirties, so we took a shot and played air hockey instead.
Am I saying go out there and be a dick or whine at people? NO! All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t let your childhood go.