Re-Introduction

[Wintruz]

I trust this will be OK with @SkullTraill. If not, apologies and please move to the lounge for me.

In the early summer I considered that my time with WF had come to an end. In a sense this was the climax of the previous summer, when, long term residents might remember, I underwent a genuine, bolt out of the blue, Near Death Experience. The major "levelling up" that was unleashed by the NDE was a lot bigger than I thought it might be and a lot more destabilising too. In hindsight, I now see that the raft I had built to get me that far (much of it assembled from various parts of the Western Left Hand Path) had started to break apart long before the NDE, though the NDE drove home a simple truth: once the raft gets you to the other side of the river, get off and walk, otherwise you'll sink.

Still, such realisations did not prepare me for what would come over the spring and summer which have just passed, a spring and summer when I would walk ("crawl" is probably closer to the truth) into terrain where the manuals cannot apply, where the truth of the world and one's life have to be seen in all their horrific reality. If the previous summer was an NDE of the body, this went deeper again, an entire collapse of all underlying mental structures, a lower octave experience of fanāʾ or "Crossing the Abyss". On the outside all was well, underneath was a person at Golgotha.

The first truth to dawn from the other side of this was a sense of how imperfect my ways of getting there had been, of how much they had delayed me and of how even sincere seekers construct systems which affirm their desires rather than challenging them (this will always lead to energy looping and eventual collapse). This realisation felt more like the Moon turning to a new phase, a natural realignment, not a case of "I once was lost but now I'm found" (please keep any fundie-coloured projections to yourself, they don't apply here, this is something different). Still, I felt sufficiently strongly to think "Wintruz must be disavowed - I cannot lead others into wasting their time". For that reason, coupled with missing the antics of some older faces who'd been banned, I stopped posting after writing a disavowal of what I had written in the past. And yet... the WF DMs would ping in my email, with kids asking for information about those very same paths that I now saw as a blind alley. I'm glad of them. They reminded me that, rather than simply walking away, I might instead show how those paths were blind alleys. Perhaps even talk about what I have found that has made sense...

My name is Wintruz. I was deeply experienced in the Western Left Hand Path. I was the youngest Priest in the history of the Temple of Set and an Internal Adept of the ONA. Zeena LaVey once called me "the future". I have seen things that many do not believe possible, I have passed through a thousand fires and undergone dozens of dangerous transformations. Here is what I have learned:

You do not know who you are. Learning comes through accepting every event as a means of destabilising your false sense of self. The attempt to escape those events merely tightens the noose. Only with time and conscious suffering, very, very gradually, will truth start to be glimpsed and only from truth is it possible to act. All else is fantasy.

I will post about healthy ways of getting there, share my own journey to love and to sanity and counter ideas that encourage anyone to spin their wheels.

Until again!

 

[FireBorn]

If you disavowed the Left-Hand Path, what part of it broke you? Not poetically, specifically. And how are you owning your impact on the people you once led down it?

 

[Shalux]

Hi Wintruz, and welcome again! I look forward to reading your ways.

 

[IllusiveOwl]

Glad you've come back. Your insight will never not be invaluable, looking forward to seeing you post from your new perspective, and the inevitable conflict it'll create with the delusional. I'm delighted to see we agree on quite a bit now, imagination really is a nightmarish maze-prison many of us have developed Stockholm syndrome for.

where the truth of the world and one's life have to be seen in all their horrific reality

I'm curious, is this a statement on our position existentially within materiality, or is this more personal like realizing the pit of squalor and pointlessness a person's unconscious lifestyle has led them into?

Only with time and conscious suffering, very, very gradually, will truth start to be glimpsed and only from truth is it possible to act. All else is fantasy.

"Do not seek the truth; only cease to cherish opinions" -Seng-ts'an

 

[Wintruz]

If you disavowed the Left-Hand Path, what part of it broke you? Not poetically, specifically. And how are you owning your impact on the people you once led down it?

I repeat...

(please keep any fundie-coloured projections to yourself, they don't apply here, this is something different)

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I'm curious, is this a statement on our position existentially within materiality, or is this more personal like realizing the pit of squalor and pointlessness a person's unconscious lifestyle has led them into?

Interesting distinction and a difficult one to answer. I would say that a big part of the "discovery of True Will" is the realisation of the role one has in the world. For many that is blessedly straightforward: "Be virtuous, contribute in your own way, work without lust of result". For others, the role is complex and different (not necessarily "better" either - what I'd give for ease and simplicity!) and, in some cases, the true role isn't disclosed openly at the beginning because one would run from it. When it is disclosed, it can feel a bit like one has been manipulated along, like a lamb being led to slaughter. In the end, though what I saw of my own role horrified me, though it was different in every sense to what I wanted my Work to be, I accept that there's no escaping from what is asked (or "no escaping karma" if you prefer) and, after the mother of all Leonine tantrums, in the words of the Prophet (ﷺ), I submitted to my fitrah. That's probably all I can say without risk of giving (even more of) the wrong impression.

On the subject of squalor, there's an opportunity here for a clarification that may help others. My time on the LHP was never about squalor or being a victim of subconscious impulses. At worst I would say there was a semi-aware use of sex as an anaesthetic (bisexual, "solid eight", Leo man with a strong libido - sex was always going to be a potent issue no matter my path) but, largely, I was aware of what my desires were revealing to me about myself and I wasn't immersed in the moral depravity that is sometimes associated with Satanism. If someone needed dealing with, I would deal with them, but I always detested the harm to children, animals and vulnerable people that some unvirtuous failures disguised as "LHPers" engage in (often these bastards would be precisely who I would "deal with"). Yet, the fact that my life never looked like a bedroom edge lord, that, if anything, my life looks externally "aspirational", is actually what made it so dangerous, both to me and to others, especially younger people. If I were wading in filth, the opportunity to ask "What on Earth am I doing with my life?" would probably come quicker than it does wandering around the hotels of Europe with beautiful people. One can be in splendour, one can have extreme self-awareness and, at the same time, one can be out of alignment with fitrah/True Will. The consequences are still catastrophic.

 

[Rudolfus]

It's good to hear of others evolving their practices and beliefs.

When I was younger someone actually tried to kill me after a fight. At the time I was so deeply engrossed in theistic Satanism I couldn't see what was happening to my bodies, but thanks to outside influence, I was able to breakthrough my boundaries and establish my self as a better person. In time my practice changed for the better and I practice a middle path now.

I think some people consider the middle path to be some of this, some of that. And in a way it is because like all spirituality it draws on the ultimate truths of reality, however being a middle energy, it is a more direct flow of concsiousness. So I see it as it's own option entirely. Once someone begins to accept this centered energy, and not merely just balance the polaric energies, they really begin to experience reality. Perhaps thats due to Gnosis, or the maybe its the fully realized Christ consciousness. I think those two things used to define something to heaven sent is ultimately polarizing, but that's how people best understand this enigmatic force.

Anyway, glad to see you return. If you asked me for advice, lol, I would say never give up on what you know. It may have flaws, but knowledge is valuable. Instead of going deeper, however, focus on expanding your magician's toolkit with new practices that work for you. Perhaps you will find something perfect. It's possible.

 

[FireBorn]

I repeat...

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It was a scalpel, not a 'fundie-coloured projection'. It was a direct question. You're sidestepping it told me what I needed to know. Thanks.

 

[Wintruz]

If you disavowed the Left-Hand Path, what part of it broke you? Not poetically, specifically. And how are you owning your impact on the people you once led down it?

It was a scalpel, not a 'fundie-coloured projection'. It was a direct question. You're sidestepping it told me what I needed to know. Thanks.

I make it a point of principle to disregard those who demand answers which conform with their presumptions about how the world works. Such entitlement tells me that person is more interested in having their narrow, personal beliefs validated than an honest attempt to understand. Life is too short for that. Checking one's premises is Entry Level Work.

Furthermore, if you cannot manage basic politeness, it's unlikely you'll be able to manage anything more substantial.

 

[8Lou1]

hi wintruz.
i got me a deck of cards from mr. beast. they were quite aggressive when we first met. i was self quite angry that some being thought to enter my privacy as if 'anton long' would do that after promoting the inner workings of a rowanitha. ( i hope i remembered the spelling correctly, dont want to be a spelling nazi in an o9a convo ) so i kicked him out.

lets write some stuff out openly here. do that big ama thread.

 

[aviaf]

To walk the full spiral, one must wield both hands. The Left initiates, the Right integrates. Magick demands both. Disavowal without repair is just rebranding. What does repair look like for someone who once taught the very paths they now call delusion?

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I make it a point of principle to disregard those who demand answers which conform with their presumptions about how the world works. Such entitlement tells me that person is more interested in having their narrow, personal beliefs validated than an honest attempt to understand. Life is too short for that. Checking one's premises is Entry Level Work.

Furthermore, if you cannot manage basic politeness, it's unlikely you'll be able to manage anything more substantial.

You speak of collapse as revelation, but what you’ve offered is a memoir of disintegration dressed in mystic drag. You disavow your raft, then paddle back to the riverbank to sell blueprints. That’s not transcendence—it’s relapse.
You invoke Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss, but your language is a fog machine. You name-drop Zeena, the Temple of Set, the ONA—yet none of it lands as praxis. It’s scaffolding for a hollow throne.
You say “the manuals cannot apply,” yet posture as a manual. You warn of energy loops, then loop back to the same tired arc: the wounded prophet, the youngest priest, the one who “was called the future.”
Then FireBorn hands you a scalpel. You return a sermon. You mistake precision for presumption and accountability for entitlement. You were asked for specifics. You gave mist. You were asked to own your impact. You offered condescension.
“Entry Level Work,” you say. But checking one’s premises is not beneath you—it’s the very thing you refuse to do. You speak of politeness as prerequisite for substance. But substance does not flinch when questioned. It does not require soft gloves.
This is not xeper. This is evasion dressed as gnosis.
Xeper is not a title. It is not earned through suffering alone. It is the act of becoming—not collapsing.
I walk without raft. I burn without witness. I do not need to be “the future.” I am the flame that eats its own name.
I do not demand your truth. I demand that you stop selling fog as fire.

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What you’ve described isn’t xeper. It’s collapse mythologized to avoid accountability.
Xeper is the act of becoming—not unraveling. It demands confrontation, integration, and emergence. You invoked Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss as if naming thresholds were the same as crossing them.
But Golgotha is not a metaphor—it’s a crucible.
Fanāʾ is not collapse—it’s annihilation in service of emergence. You’re borrowing from Islamic mysticism to elevate your collapse into a spiritual milestone. But without integration—baqāʾ—fanāʾ is just dissolution. You’re stuck in the void, not emerging from it.
The Abyss is not a mood—it’s a gate that demands confrontation, not commentary.
You speak of horror as revelation, of tantrum as initiation, and of submission as alignment. But xeper is not submission. It is confrontation. It is emergence.
You invoke fitrah and the Prophet to frame collapse as sacred inevitability. But fitrah is not a trap—it is a compass. You chose to surrender, not to navigate.
You say your life was aspirational, not depraved. But aspiration without alignment is still misdirection. You wandered through hotels with beautiful people, yet claim catastrophe. Where is the scar? Where is the praxis?
You were asked for coordinates. You gave confession. You were asked for clarity. You gave charisma.
This is not xeper. This is surrender mythologized.
Reality check:
This is a case study in failed xeper:
Disavowal without autopsy
Collapse without coordinates
Symbolism without substance
If you were truly Temple of Set clergy—if you once held the Black Flame—you should be stronger than that.
The Flame does not flicker in collapse. It does not seek comfort in fog. It demands clarity, confrontation, and the will to emerge.
You speak of thresholds, but you offer no passage. You speak of suffering, but you offer no scar.
That is not xeper. That is theater.
Let it be stated plainly: I do not know Wintruz. I have not followed his writings, nor do I bear any personal grievance. This is not feud—it is filtration.
I read a post that rang hollow, dressed collapse in borrowed grandeur, and invoked sacred thresholds without the scar to prove passage. That demands response.
When Golgotha is named without crucible, when fanāʾ is claimed without baqāʾ, when the Abyss is gestured at without confrontation—what we witness is not initiation, but theater.
I do not strike from emotion. I strike from principle. The Black Flame is not a brand—it is a burden. And when someone who once claimed it speaks in fog, it is the duty of those who walk in fire to call the mist what it is.
This is not personal. This is mythic hygiene.

 

[Wintruz]

To walk the full spiral, one must wield both hands. The Left initiates, the Right integrates. Magick demands both. Disavowal without repair is just rebranding. What does repair look like for someone who once taught the very paths they now call delusion?

Post automatically merged: Oct 2, 2025

You speak of collapse as revelation, but what you’ve offered is a memoir of disintegration dressed in mystic drag. You disavow your raft, then paddle back to the riverbank to sell blueprints. That’s not transcendence—it’s relapse.
You invoke Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss, but your language is a fog machine. You name-drop Zeena, the Temple of Set, the ONA—yet none of it lands as praxis. It’s scaffolding for a hollow throne.
You say “the manuals cannot apply,” yet posture as a manual. You warn of energy loops, then loop back to the same tired arc: the wounded prophet, the youngest priest, the one who “was called the future.”
Then FireBorn hands you a scalpel. You return a sermon. You mistake precision for presumption and accountability for entitlement. You were asked for specifics. You gave mist. You were asked to own your impact. You offered condescension.
“Entry Level Work,” you say. But checking one’s premises is not beneath you—it’s the very thing you refuse to do. You speak of politeness as prerequisite for substance. But substance does not flinch when questioned. It does not require soft gloves.
This is not xeper. This is evasion dressed as gnosis.
Xeper is not a title. It is not earned through suffering alone. It is the act of becoming—not collapsing.
I walk without raft. I burn without witness. I do not need to be “the future.” I am the flame that eats its own name.
I do not demand your truth. I demand that you stop selling fog as fire.

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What you’ve described isn’t xeper. It’s collapse mythologized to avoid accountability.
Xeper is the act of becoming—not unraveling. It demands confrontation, integration, and emergence. You invoked Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss as if naming thresholds were the same as crossing them.
But Golgotha is not a metaphor—it’s a crucible.
Fanāʾ is not collapse—it’s annihilation in service of emergence. You’re borrowing from Islamic mysticism to elevate your collapse into a spiritual milestone. But without integration—baqāʾ—fanāʾ is just dissolution. You’re stuck in the void, not emerging from it.
The Abyss is not a mood—it’s a gate that demands confrontation, not commentary.
You speak of horror as revelation, of tantrum as initiation, and of submission as alignment. But xeper is not submission. It is confrontation. It is emergence.
You invoke fitrah and the Prophet to frame collapse as sacred inevitability. But fitrah is not a trap—it is a compass. You chose to surrender, not to navigate.
You say your life was aspirational, not depraved. But aspiration without alignment is still misdirection. You wandered through hotels with beautiful people, yet claim catastrophe. Where is the scar? Where is the praxis?
You were asked for coordinates. You gave confession. You were asked for clarity. You gave charisma.
This is not xeper. This is surrender mythologized.
Reality check:
This is a case study in failed xeper:
Disavowal without autopsy
Collapse without coordinates
Symbolism without substance
If you were truly Temple of Set clergy—if you once held the Black Flame—you should be stronger than that.
The Flame does not flicker in collapse. It does not seek comfort in fog. It demands clarity, confrontation, and the will to emerge.
You speak of thresholds, but you offer no passage. You speak of suffering, but you offer no scar.
That is not xeper. That is theater.
Let it be stated plainly: I do not know Wintruz. I have not followed his writings, nor do I bear any personal grievance. This is not feud—it is filtration.
I read a post that rang hollow, dressed collapse in borrowed grandeur, and invoked sacred thresholds without the scar to prove passage. That demands response.
When Golgotha is named without crucible, when fanāʾ is claimed without baqāʾ, when the Abyss is gestured at without confrontation—what we witness is not initiation, but theater.
I do not strike from emotion. I strike from principle. The Black Flame is not a brand—it is a burden. And when someone who once claimed it speaks in fog, it is the duty of those who walk in fire to call the mist what it is.
This is not personal. This is mythic hygiene.

It is practically impossible and, to be honest, dull to contend with every ChatGPT-drunk-on-esoterica-hued assertion here of, what essentially amounts to, "How dare you claim this?" or, at best, "Faced with a crossroads, you chose a response which I disagree with". Neither are conversations it's actually possible to have, even with far greater precision and clarity than you're offering here.

My journey is my journey. The small number of real world contacts who know, Know, but it requires no validation either way. Certainly not from someone who reads so carelessly...

In every word on the subject here, which (credit, where it's due) you honestly frame by saying you've read little else I've written, you seem to operate under the presumption that I disavow from a place of moral prescription, revealing the subtext that you bring, not what's actually written. It is clear that I disavow my older methods not from a place of moral prescription but from the real world concern of time lost (anyone who has done any deep LHP work feels the crucial importance of time and how much of it is wasted). The methods I have tried will build a raft but, from the other side of this particular river, better, quicker ways of getting this far are now clearer to me. I wrote this introduction before wishing to offer some of those ways across posts on the forum as a whole, rather than within the re-introductory post. If you wanted everything upfront, I will have to, somehow, learn to live with your disappointment.

 

[BBBB]

Wintruz,
aviaf went all poetic on you, and it is full of idealism. But I believe it would have been a waste of time to not make an attempt, at least, to aspire to that ideal aviaf evokes there Did you? Did you try to aspire to it when you were on "LHP"?
Still, if you can spill the beans of "LHP" practitioners, tell us what they really do in the shadows and why it's not worth it, then you are very welcome to do so.
And if you want it to be befecial to all, yourself included, then do something you didn't before: start telling the truth. You might think otherwise, but most value will be in you writing what you actually did, what actually happened, what you actually witnessed, and not your ideas about it or what you think you have learned. Tell the world what you don't dare to tell yourself. That would be novel.

Why I say so? You have a trademark about you that I notice about all satanists, regardless of what they call themselves. That is - they talk talk talk and say nothing, but saying nothing they do it in a way to create the most conflict. You practically draw everyone's ire to you whenever you post, and you seem to like it. I quickly ceased to even try to read your posts for this very reason. I wouldn't comment on this topic either, if not for the opening aviaf made. What he said makes a lot of sense and carries some fire you don't see every day here (or every year). But you are not some youth that can be shamed into honesty and brought on a right path with sermons, right? I'd say, after losing a big chunk of your lies, you're on the verge of becomming uninteresting even to yourself, and you may find that there is no real self to speak of. The horror. It is yet unclear if you simply want to create a new mythology of Wintruz, or you have evolved. Not untill you write those memoirs, no.
In your own words:
"You do not know who you are. Learning comes through accepting every event as a means of destabilising your false sense of self. The attempt to escape those events merely tightens the noose. Only with time and conscious suffering, very, very gradually, will truth start to be glimpsed and only from truth is it possible to act. All else is fantasy."
Would you start owning them, though? To this point I only saw you calling truths directed at you "projections" and dismising everyone who doesn't dance to your tune. This is highly disrespectful to all sincere people out there. But again, is there even someone who is being disrespectful? Or the mechanical piano plays by itself, while the "pianist" only mimes? That thing about satanists, they are full of cold air and conflict and lack any responsibility.

And taking this opportunity to remark on you being a Priest in a Temple of Set:

"Gee, I wonder if Set knows he had a temple and priests!"

Speaking of dissapointments... Seriously, I have yet to find someone so anti-setian in their behavior. Tsk, tsk.

 

[Robert Ramsay]

To walk the full spiral, one must wield both hands. The Left initiates, the Right integrates. Magick demands both. Disavowal without repair is just rebranding. What does repair look like for someone who once taught the very paths they now call delusion?

Post automatically merged: Oct 2, 2025

You speak of collapse as revelation, but what you’ve offered is a memoir of disintegration dressed in mystic drag. You disavow your raft, then paddle back to the riverbank to sell blueprints. That’s not transcendence—it’s relapse.
You invoke Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss, but your language is a fog machine. You name-drop Zeena, the Temple of Set, the ONA—yet none of it lands as praxis. It’s scaffolding for a hollow throne.
You say “the manuals cannot apply,” yet posture as a manual. You warn of energy loops, then loop back to the same tired arc: the wounded prophet, the youngest priest, the one who “was called the future.”
Then FireBorn hands you a scalpel. You return a sermon. You mistake precision for presumption and accountability for entitlement. You were asked for specifics. You gave mist. You were asked to own your impact. You offered condescension.
“Entry Level Work,” you say. But checking one’s premises is not beneath you—it’s the very thing you refuse to do. You speak of politeness as prerequisite for substance. But substance does not flinch when questioned. It does not require soft gloves.
This is not xeper. This is evasion dressed as gnosis.
Xeper is not a title. It is not earned through suffering alone. It is the act of becoming—not collapsing.
I walk without raft. I burn without witness. I do not need to be “the future.” I am the flame that eats its own name.
I do not demand your truth. I demand that you stop selling fog as fire.

Post automatically merged: Oct 2, 2025

What you’ve described isn’t xeper. It’s collapse mythologized to avoid accountability.
Xeper is the act of becoming—not unraveling. It demands confrontation, integration, and emergence. You invoked Golgotha, fanāʾ, and the Abyss as if naming thresholds were the same as crossing them.
But Golgotha is not a metaphor—it’s a crucible.
Fanāʾ is not collapse—it’s annihilation in service of emergence. You’re borrowing from Islamic mysticism to elevate your collapse into a spiritual milestone. But without integration—baqāʾ—fanāʾ is just dissolution. You’re stuck in the void, not emerging from it.
The Abyss is not a mood—it’s a gate that demands confrontation, not commentary.
You speak of horror as revelation, of tantrum as initiation, and of submission as alignment. But xeper is not submission. It is confrontation. It is emergence.
You invoke fitrah and the Prophet to frame collapse as sacred inevitability. But fitrah is not a trap—it is a compass. You chose to surrender, not to navigate.
You say your life was aspirational, not depraved. But aspiration without alignment is still misdirection. You wandered through hotels with beautiful people, yet claim catastrophe. Where is the scar? Where is the praxis?
You were asked for coordinates. You gave confession. You were asked for clarity. You gave charisma.
This is not xeper. This is surrender mythologized.
Reality check:
This is a case study in failed xeper:
Disavowal without autopsy
Collapse without coordinates
Symbolism without substance
If you were truly Temple of Set clergy—if you once held the Black Flame—you should be stronger than that.
The Flame does not flicker in collapse. It does not seek comfort in fog. It demands clarity, confrontation, and the will to emerge.
You speak of thresholds, but you offer no passage. You speak of suffering, but you offer no scar.
That is not xeper. That is theater.
Let it be stated plainly: I do not know Wintruz. I have not followed his writings, nor do I bear any personal grievance. This is not feud—it is filtration.
I read a post that rang hollow, dressed collapse in borrowed grandeur, and invoked sacred thresholds without the scar to prove passage. That demands response.
When Golgotha is named without crucible, when fanāʾ is claimed without baqāʾ, when the Abyss is gestured at without confrontation—what we witness is not initiation, but theater.
I do not strike from emotion. I strike from principle. The Black Flame is not a brand—it is a burden. And when someone who once claimed it speaks in fog, it is the duty of those who walk in fire to call the mist what it is.
This is not personal. This is mythic hygiene.

TL;DR

 

[aviaf]

Was a drunken rant. I wouldn't have read it either

 

[8Lou1]

either way o9a papers show the same spirit work as the berhatiah and the qoran says pray tru them. so if and when the o9a crew here is ready with setting up homeland security, it would behoove them to understand that the berhatiah is something like the movie the green lantern and wf4.0 is like the old pomerium space in rome.

you go searching for diamonds in the dust, you find a pile of them and the peeps go no thats not possible cause their satanistic diamonds and they dont exist nor have a self.


so from 1 satanist to an other 1, lets go 11 and fuck them.

ow and btw one of the members of the temple of them from australia is a member of wf 4.0...

 

[Wintruz]

Wintruz,
aviaf went all poetic on you, and it is full of idealism. But I believe it would have been a waste of time to not make an attempt, at least, to aspire to that ideal aviaf evokes there Did you? Did you try to aspire to it when you were on "LHP"?
Still, if you can spill the beans of "LHP" practitioners, tell us what they really do in the shadows and why it's not worth it, then you are very welcome to do so.
And if you want it to be befecial to all, yourself included, then do something you didn't before: start telling the truth. You might think otherwise, but most value will be in you writing what you actually did, what actually happened, what you actually witnessed, and not your ideas about it or what you think you have learned. Tell the world what you don't dare to tell yourself. That would be novel.

Why I say so? You have a trademark about you that I notice about all satanists, regardless of what they call themselves. That is - they talk talk talk and say nothing, but saying nothing they do it in a way to create the most conflict. You practically draw everyone's ire to you whenever you post, and you seem to like it. I quickly ceased to even try to read your posts for this very reason. I wouldn't comment on this topic either, if not for the opening aviaf made. What he said makes a lot of sense and carries some fire you don't see every day here (or every year). But you are not some youth that can be shamed into honesty and brought on a right path with sermons, right? I'd say, after losing a big chunk of your lies, you're on the verge of becomming uninteresting even to yourself, and you may find that there is no real self to speak of. The horror. It is yet unclear if you simply want to create a new mythology of Wintruz, or you have evolved. Not untill you write those memoirs, no.
In your own words:
"You do not know who you are. Learning comes through accepting every event as a means of destabilising your false sense of self. The attempt to escape those events merely tightens the noose. Only with time and conscious suffering, very, very gradually, will truth start to be glimpsed and only from truth is it possible to act. All else is fantasy."
Would you start owning them, though? To this point I only saw you calling truths directed at you "projections" and dismising everyone who doesn't dance to your tune. This is highly disrespectful to all sincere people out there. But again, is there even someone who is being disrespectful? Or the mechanical piano plays by itself, while the "pianist" only mimes? That thing about satanists, they are full of cold air and conflict and lack any responsibility.

And taking this opportunity to remark on you being a Priest in a Temple of Set:

"Gee, I wonder if Set knows he had a temple and priests!"

Speaking of dissapointments... Seriously, I have yet to find someone so anti-setian in their behavior. Tsk, tsk.

 

[BBBB]

No need to make yourself look like you can't read or process sentences, I never said you were an idiot, simply someone lacking honesty and integrity. But that's not my problem.