On Satanic love and relationships

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Until recently I was a pure misanthrope who hated humanity, and thus placing relationships low on my list of priorities.  Then my cat died of cancer, and having been tricked by this cat into an experience of loving this cat, and it loving me in return, my worldview was ripped apart. 

Love and relationships suddenly became a high priority.  For years I had rejected the whole concept of friendship, everyone was considered an associate, never a friend.  I told a number of people they were not my friend, which must have hurt them a great deal.  Today, I made amends to one of those people, met them in a coffee shop, and corrected my error, saying they are my friend, which for them meant a lot.

Quality relationships according to scientific studies are the single most important thing to have for good health and a long life.  Quality relationships, which they say should be at least three or more relationships, is about face-to-face relationships rather than internet versions, encouraging the production of health-giving hormones such as dopamine and oxytocin in the body.

I identify with the philosophy of Epicureanism, which was popular 300 years either side of the reign of Roman Emperor Augustus, approx 600 years in total.  The only issue that stopped me from adopting Epicureanism was over relationships.  Epicureans considered the ideal state was “ataraxia” that is, a tranquil contented mind, with an emphasis on quality relationships.  My recently deceased cat practiced the art of seeking ataraxia every day of its life, it seems pleasure-seeking cats have a lot they can teach humanity.

Some people wrongly think Epicureanism is about hedonism, getting roaring drunk with mates at the local bar on a Friday night, rather it has more in common with talking with a friend about personal challenges of day-to-day living over a coffee in a coffee shop.

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The death of a cat

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Satanists celebrate life.

They say we Satanists hurt animals and have no feelings for the lives of living things, in reality Satanists love life, and the lives of living things.

I lost a friend today, a cat.  Of the millions of cats in this world, it was my special cat, my friend, and to the mind of this cat, I was the favourite human in its life.  I knew the cat four years, it was semi-feral, a rescue cat that as a kitten had been booted out of its home to live outside in the raw elements because the family were concerned about cat diseases impacting their new-born baby.  At nine months old it had a litter of kittens, way too young, that impacted its strength, and lived half its life mistreated and neglected.  The cat to the end of its life prefered the outside, forced indoors only when the weather was cold and wet.

As I have Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD/ADHD) relationships are never easy, it is difficult to keep my focus and motivation on relationships which are generally boring but require a lot of effort to maintain.  Most people give up on me, but this cat was persistent, never taking no for an answer, it went the extra mile, and established itself as part of my life.

My relationship with the cat was challenging, the cat would easily get upset, I was always complaining about it.  Grumpy, annoying, it would often try to sit on my computer or business paperwork when I was trying to work, it damaged one computer.  Always begging me for food, dribbling, throwing up, sharing its fleas with me, cat hair everywhere, and bringing in mud all over my paperwork.  Very demanding for attention, always at the wrong time.  It pushed me beyond despair.  Many were the sieges and battles of will that we had.

The Satanic ideal that the individual is the overall master in their life, was seriously undermined by this cat.  Only twice did I shout at the cat, to protect fledgling birds, and when it damaged a computer.  In 15 years of life, the four years of my association with this cat must have been a happy time for it, I went out of my way to look after the needs of the little creature.

Today, I lost my friend.  The cat had cancer, it was put to sleep.  I am distraught.  It is like a light went out in my life.  The needs of the cat was simple: food; warmth; comfort; grooming.  We who have ADD/ADHD find it challenging to give attention to other living things, because they are not interesting enough, but this cat worked with single-minded focus to break through my barrier to satisfy its simple needs, despite my resistance and complaints.  The cat became part of my life journey.

The Satanic path is a lonely path, but for four years, I had this cat on the journey.  Now I am alone, the cat is gone.  I have no regrets, I and the cat had a fruitful time together.  I will care for no other animal or cat again, ADD/ADHD people such as I do not have the focus or motivation needed to care adequately for living things.  If there is one thing I shall take with me as I move forwards alone, it is the memory of a persistent cat that never took no for an answer, to apply that attitude to my own life, especially against my own private hell that is ADD/ADHD.

Why my cat is God

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Why my cat is God.

A Satanist blog post on God had me thinking on this subject today.  If I said the cat I am sharing my seat with as I type this post has more claim to being God than the Christian version, I would be closer to the truth.  The religions of Islam, Christianity and Judaism go to war with each other over the same God, different name and ideals, but the same fiction that only exists in their heads.  My cat however is real, she empirically proves her existence by demonstration, observation and experience.  Her creative capacity might only stretch to being a pain in the ass, but she has a greater influence over this Satanist than the Christian God does.  Indeed, the cat having claimed this human body and soul, considers anything I own hers and requires sharing, and she has the power to move this Satanist with the Word of God – a meow.  The grace of God this cat shares with me is also empirically proven and far more preferable: her fleas; drool; cat hair; and cat smell that signals to other cats that I am on the side of good (cats) and not evil (dogs.)

In fact I am not a cat person, or a pet owning person, but I think a universe ruled by a cat is preferable and fun than a grumpy, whinging, bullying tyrant such as the Christian God.  I like to annoy the person who owns this cat by considering the philosophy that we exist only in a dream of this cat, the manifestation of a feline playthings and desires.  Cats have in history had a remarkable influence on humanity, there is a cat god Bast, and they were worshipped in Egypt.

I consider that God is Nature.  Empirically Nature is provable, and has all the qualities of God: creativity; ultimate authority; sum of all things; eternity; limitlessness.  What Nature lacks compared to the Christian God is a mind, it won’t judge and it is indifferent to the existence of me or humanity.

In philosophy is a concept known as a holon, a thing that paradoxically exists simultaneously as a whole and a part, for instance the acorn that contains the oak tree, and the oak tree that contains the acorn, is an example of a holon.  My cat is a part of Nature, the cat and Nature is a holon.  If Nature and my cat is a holon, and Nature is God, then my cat is God. Next time the religious salespeople come to my door, I will introduce them to God: my cat.