(April 9, 2017 at 3:03 pm)Brian37 Wrote: Why? "Satan" is a word rooted in religion and mythology. You don't need it, it offers nothing new, it wont automatically make you do good or bad, it is still like any old religion just as superfluous. The new agers who do this are simply trying to take an old idea and create an alternative to the past. Nope sorry, trying to create a new club and strip it of old beliefs and superstitions and deities is all you are doing.
I don't even like it when atheists try to create their own "churches" and set up their own ideas of a perfect moral list. Evolution produces individuals, and our species ability to be cruel or compassionate is in that, in the individual, not the artificial clubs we create.
You are missing the point entirely. Satanism isn't about "offering something new." Satanism has nothing to do with "new agers" or New Age Spirituality. Satanism is not a "new club [stripped of old beliefs and superstitions]."
You don't even understand what you're attempting to disagree with. You shot and you missed. Move on.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
