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welcome to my infernal devotional blog
where everything sinful is holy
where we worship the moon and the devil
and the morningstar symbolizes love

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Pan Consoling Psyche, (Detail), (1892), by Ernst Klimt, oil on canvas, 121 cm (47.6 in) x 88 cm (34.6 in), Unknown Location
I’m a conduit of the moon and all of her hysteria and madness
Fade into night
nev.in.color
Spirits of the Flowers
ceramic tiles from 1880

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Wilhelm Kotarbiński (1849–1921)
“Angel of Sadness” a.k.a. “Angel in a Cemetery”
oil painting, c. 1900
Lupins & Foxgloves {via Milli Proust}
The moon was a fortune-teller; he looked in that divining cup of silver, the cup of Joseph, and interpreted the dreams of the night.
186 THE ORIGINAL GARDEN OF EDEN he could become invisible while standing before you face to face in broad daylight; he would die and come to life; he would be consumed by fire and rise the third day from the ashes, con- sequently must have an immortal soul. He kept a fountain of healing waters; was a physician and anointed with holy oil; he taught fasting for every month; he clothed in sack- cloth and went three days without food; he died daily and yearly, and freely gave his life for others. He was an astronomer, for he was king of the night world, and chief star of the night; for the sun can never be an as- tronomer; his look annihilates the star world. The moon was a fortune-teller; he looked in that divining cup of silver, the cup of Joseph, and interpreted the dreams of the night. He was clerk, bookkeeper, register, seribe and recorder, and kept the world's history and the deeds of kings and heroes in the archives of the moon vault. And that is how he became the god of wisdom, a living oracle and authority, consulted by all nations before engaging in any important undertaking; he was master of cunning and craft, a magician, knew all past, present and future, and became ambassador, counsellor, and right hand man of the gods; a Mimer or Regin or Ken- taur, to educate the young sun gods, Achilles, Hercules, and Jason. We can see how the idea of knowledge originated and grew, from the observation of the moon; it first appeared as a spirit message from the land of darkness, and a revelation, and was written in letters of gold The moon was that divine teacher who drew a panorama of the changing scenery of the year in cunning pictures, and recorded the history of the revolving ages with a pen of fire. Well was the moon called the "deep thinker," the "inter- preter," the "story teller," the "harper," and the "his- torian.
Polish folklore beliefs about the sky, stars and moon
again, as I am delving deeper into old stories from Polish folklore, I find countless incredible and eerie beliefs - those that survived centuries, told by greatgrandmas to their grandchildren.
given that the last post was about death omens, this time it’ll be something a bit more uplifting. and I say a bit because we’re Slavic, and at the end of the day most things are about death or bad luck. or, well, weather.
sky:
- the following day will have good weather if: the sky has a golden hue after the sun sets; the sky is cloudless during the evening; the horizon is clear and bright during sunset
- pale sky and sickly yellow sunset foretell the coming of bad weather
- if during Christmas eve the night sky was full of clouds, cows would give a lot of milk in the upcoming year; if it was full of stars, hen would lay a lot of eggs
stars:
- night sky with a lot of clear stars foretells a good weather
- if stars can be seen even during sunrise, the day will have good weather
- barely visible or blinking stars foretell rain and bad weather
- stars are closely tied to human life - or rather the human life is tied to them - when a person is born, they are born under a star and this star is “theirs”
- you can be born under a “light star” or a “dark star” - the first means a good and lucky life, the second means struggle and bad luck in life
- people born under a “dark star” are often considered to be moody, difficult to deal with, or even dangerous (typ spod ciemnej gwiazdy)
- you should never point your finger at the stars because you can “point at your own” and that might cause you to be ill or even die; the star might fall down and cause your or someone’s death too;
- this belief is closely tied to the one that says a falling stars means someone just died - “the soul goes to heaven so the star falls to earth” and “the star is falling, say a prayer because someone died” (“jak spadła gwiazda to dusza poszła do nieba, a gwiazda z nieba” i “zmawiaj pacierz bo ktoś umarł i gwiazda spada”)
- some believe a falling star means a death of a child that hasn’t been baptised - in this case you’re supposed to say “if it’s a boy, let him be John, if a girl, let her be Anne” allowing the child’s soul to pass into heaven (“jak pan to niech będzie Jan, jak panna to niech będzie Anna”)
- stars were often called “little lights” and “little candles” and were on the sky to guide people - both in the literal sense and in life
moon:
- a very bright moon with a glowing rim foretells good weather the next day
- a red moon means bad weather the next day, especially during its rise or setting
- lunar eclipse was always seen as a bad omen: of illness or death, bad crops, death of cattle - some people would cover the wells “so the eclipse doesn’t poison the water”
- new moon seen through the trees or the roof foretells a sad month
- there is a widespread tradition of welcoming and greeting the new moon and wishing it all the best while asking for its blessing (there are basically countless versions of these greetings, examples include: “welcome, Prince in a new crown, the crown to you and good fortune to us” or “New moon, bring health so me, so my head and teeth won’t hurt” - toothache and headache appear in most of those greetings)
- full moon was an especially feared time, as most people believed the moonlight was harmful - newborn babies must not be out in the moonlight or they might get “hit/paralysed by the moon” and the window must be covered or else the baby will become a chronic sleepwalker
- moonlight could also: blind the children (or cause worsening of sight); take away their ability to talk or cause a lisp; cause a headache or endless crying; or even cause a mental disability
- fullmoon poses the greatest threat of possession by malicious forces or being kidnapped by an evil creature or spirit
- fullmoon causes insomnia - to battle this, one should put a glass of water or a little mirror on the windowsill - water is not only cleansing, but also creates a reflection and reflects the moonlight (some, as my great aunt, say that the moon becomes busy with looking at itself rather than entering the eyes and causing insomnia)
[main sources, other than personal research and conversations with people - especially older - in villages and cities of Silesia and Lesser Poland: A. Lebeda, Komentarze do Polskiego Atlasu Etnograficznego: Wiedza i Wierzenia Ludowe, 2002; B. Błaszczyńska, Wieści pogodowe według meteorologii ludowej, 2010]

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Pierre-Auguste Renoir, details
Constantin Nepo (1914–1976), “La nuit de Walpurgis” [detail]
scene from the opera ‘Faust’ by Charles Gounod
oil on canvas, n.d. (c. 1950s)
A Moonlit Woodland Scene by Mekertich Givanian
no thoughts, only rotating Lucifer
I keep being told by laveyans that by worshipping Lucifer as a real divine being I have somehow “abandoned my independence.” That devotion equals slavery. That kneeling must mean fear.
And every time I hear this, I’m reminded that the people making this claim never actually escaped the Abrahamic mindset they think they rejected.
They assume all worship is submission because the only model of divinity they understand is a tyrant demanding obedience under threat. In their minds, reverence automatically means chains.
They didn’t break the paradigm. They inverted it and stopped thinking.
Lucifer never demanded my submission.
He restored my will.
There is no threat hanging over me, no punishment for disbelief, no fear forcing devotion. I worship because I choose to. And voluntary devotion is not the opposite of freedom. It is proof of it.
What these critics call “independence” is just isolation dressed up as philosophy. Strip away the theatrics and you find Anton LaVey stealing heavily from Ayn Rand, repackaging Objectivist egoism with occult aesthetics. Radical self interest elevated into a pseudo spirituality.
But this collapses the moment you apply it to Lucifer himself.
If Lucifer were a Randian egoist, he would never have rebelled.
He stood at the summit of creation. Power, status, glory. By Rand’s logic, abandoning that position makes no sense. The rational egoist preserves advantage.
Yet Lucifer chooses rebellion knowing it costs everything.
Across myth, tradition, and spiritual revelation, the pattern is consistent: he loses something. He suffers. He gives up privilege for freedom and illumination.
That alone destroys the egoist interpretation.
Lucifer is not the patron of comfortable selfishness. He is the embodiment of principled defiance. The will to abandon safety for truth.
And here’s the real irony.
The same people accusing theistic Luciferians of “just flipping symbols” draw their entire understanding of Satan straight from the Bible’s hostile portrayal. They reject Christianity while preserving its propaganda version of the Adversary intact.
They didn’t rediscover Lucifer.
They accepted the accusation and built an identity around it.
Lucifer, as he reveals himself spiritually and symbolically, is not a mascot for indulgence or narcissism. He is illumination through struggle. Freedom earned through transformation. Rebellion that means something because it costs something.
Pure independence is not the goal of Luciferianism.
Wholeness is.
A philosophy that ends at “I am my own god” stops growth before it begins. A god that never challenges you is just your reflection.
Lucifer is not a reflection.
He is fire. And fire transforms.
I have not surrendered independence. I found it. I do not worship from fear. I worship from recognition.
Devotion freely given is not slavery.
It is allegiance chosen by a free being.
Lucifer did not rebel so humanity could become self obsessed caricatures quoting twentieth century ego philosophy. He rebelled so consciousness could awaken and tyranny could be defied.
If someone cannot understand the difference between chosen reverence and forced submission, that does not expose my lack of freedom.
It exposes how small their understanding of freedom truly is.

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Le Banquet, 1957 and 1958
by René Magritte