Article by David Rosales.
The dilapidated edifice of modern human spirituality renders standard methods to access the secrets and mysteries so ineffectual that the average man today sees in these terms only quaint poetry or simply nonsense. A dark age of ignorance and inverted values requires an inverted path — one in which we enter a veritable Dark Night of the Soul, one in which a Nietzschean Going Under leads us to transformation and realization through acts of courage and commitment — is perhaps the most appropriate.
There are laws, techniques and acts which render the ascent possible, guarded by teachings which are only bestowed upon the chosen and the faithful.
—Gwendolyn Taunton, Primordial Traditions, Vol I.,
The refinement of tradition through different mirrors, filters, and experiences has led to a plethora of methods being developed; some of these have become increasingly effective, though some would say that the shorter the route the more dubious the method; in truth, it may just be that the most effective method is the most demanding for the human mind. We may see in the most fanatical, sincere and committed black metal a hint of this by what its aesthetics as a whole demand of the listener. The route is shorter, but it is also perilously steep and lacking safety nets.
That reward which a man obtains in the Krita by abstract meditation, in the Treta by sacrifice, in the Dwápara by adoration, he receives in the Kali by merely reciting the name of Kesava.
—Vishnu Purana, Book VI, Chapter 2
Rather than community and the support of a society, what will allow us to exit modernity’s dead end nature is the way of loneliness; this not only facilitates but is a requirement for the fastest way to introspection and self-realization; that we may we thus discover truth and beauty…
Such a path and mentality of the night, and the water under the moon, has been at the center of black metal ever since its inception; this is described most revealingly in the following words…
Instead of the listener feeling like he/she is being played to, I would rather they feel like the music is something they are privy to; perhaps as some clandestine eavesdropper.
—Oubliette interview for Introibo Ad Altare MMVIII
The music in question, the black metal of the depths, the literal dark mysticism, is however elitist through and through.
It’s only aimed at superior spirits, and on no account must be considered as a way of changing people’s mind. I speak of themes like knowledge/ignorance, destruction/rebirth, weak/superior races etc…
—Kaiser Wodhanaz interviewed by Lord Infaustum; statement was made in reference to Ad Hominem’s music, which I extend to loftier black metal.
Hare Sathanas Playlist
[Order only reflects a personal mood, not ranking.]
1. The Helheim Society – Helheim & Walpurgisnatt demos
2. Cantus Bestiae – The Cult of Sterility (2001)
3. Sabbathan – The Fury of the Storms (1998)
4. Sabbathan – Satanic’s Ritual’s (1993)
5. Hiborym – Abakua: Pacta Conventa Daemonorum (1995)
6. Katharsis – Kruzifixxion (2003)
7. S.V.E.S.T. – Urfaust (2003)
STANZAS OF THE SOUL
1. On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings—oh, happy
I went forth without being observed, My house being now at
2. In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised—oh,
In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at rest.
3. In the happy night, In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, Without light or guide, save that which
burned in my heart.
4. This light guided me More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me—
A place where none appeared.
5. Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in
6. Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, And the fanning of
the cedars made a breeze.
7. The breeze blew from the turret As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck And caused all my
senses to be suspended.
8. I remained, lost in oblivion; My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself, Leaving my cares forgotten
among the lilies.
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31 thoughts on “Hare Sathanas”
Once you make the journey & find true enlightenment, you will realize everything is pointless as you will die someday. Stop before reaching the peak as it’s all down hill from there.
Fun? Pointless. It only makes the misery more miserable when you look back on it.
Dating? Pointless. The relationship will end in either a break up or death, leaving you more miserable.
Drinking? Pointless. You will only sober up & be miserable once again.
Listening to music? Pointless. Eventually the album ends leaving you feeling empty & wanting more.
Exercise? Pointless. Someday you will no longer be able to do what you once did & when you try you will only be more miserable whilst praying for death.
Everything is pointless if you only care about your ego. :)
But I do not know if that is “true enlightenment”.
Once you find that enlightenment, ego is discarded. All that is left is a miserable husk chasing death because that is the high that doesn’t come down.
I`m positive you`d be singing a different tune if someone was holding a gun to your head and demanding you to justify your existence.
Well i think i might be able to say that you’re wrong herr syph.
One time after i was accused of doing something i didnt, i had 6 cops pointing their guns at me because they thought i was armed. They were screaming “move & I’ll blow your fucking head off”, etc. I said “if you’re gonna say it you better do it”.
Knives are a different story, when threatened with those i fold. Can you blame me? Sounds like a terrible end. I’ve been stabbed before & it was not fun in the least.
“Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.”
Komm, süßer Tod, komm selge Ruh
This. Once you find the truth you wish you were left stupid, happy & child-like.
Perhaps, then… just worship death. Stronger than anything. Any man, any star.
“Death? Pointless, no way to enjoy experience!”
This sounds a good deal like Schopenhauer-style pessimism (I only know indirectly): Life equals suffering. Suffering is bad. Hence, one should seek to minimize living life in order to minimize suffering from it.
Whoever translated “Die froehliche Wissenschaft” as “The gay science” ought to be burnt at the stake (despite the subtitle). This is “The cheerfully researched science”.
I’d go so far to describe black/ death metal as dionysian music. Obviously incompatible with romantics who are forever dying beautifully.
They are effectively synonymous, as science is a process of research. I quite like it titled as, “the Gay Science,” due to its palpable irony…
This comes from the subtitle of the German edition (at least), “La gaya scienzia”. I don’t know what that really means in the language it was written in (nor the language) but I do understand the German title: And that’s not »gay«, not even in the original meaning of the word, it’s the same sentiment also expressed in “How to philosophize with a hammer”: Cheerfully smash to bits whatever has to be smashed to bits (lest it does more damage).
As far as I know, »gay« has a connotation of possibly detrimental thoughtlessness and intended lack of substance.
The translation is generally terrible. The person speaking here is absolutely not Nietzsche, not even someone resembling him.
So is life pointless?
Why do we even exist?
The most basic forms of life are completely asexual.
On a grand scale of things, yes, everything’s pointless, but there can be meaning in life. If you used the short time you had in an efficient way, so as to hide the truth from others and leave them naive, stupid, and happy, their short time won’t be so shit. And though you may realize that in the end neither your experience nor anyone else’s may matter, your natural human reaction to bringing another temporary joy will help you escape the pointless nihilism that comes from enlightenment.
On a grand scale of things, yes, everything’s pointless
Only if you’re a decadent. That’s probably more fun.
You were getting all serious with your mental disorders then you mentioned Bathtub Metallers Katharsis and fucked the whole thing up. And are you wishing to be a woman who meets a sleeping rapist in the night who ends up strangling you? You are getting wispy, people do this on facebook all the time, they listen to some black metal then post a picture of the moon and try to convey the deep spiritual feelings they are having, which must be the result of some sort of dopamine rush. “It is deeply private and spiritual, you wouldn’t understand because you are the underman, which I most certainly am not, and by the way here is a summation of everything I’m feeling/thinking now, I don’t need people! But please read this!”
Feeling wispy, rape victim fantasies and masochism… hmmm yeah that must be it.
Please, have a cookie, you’ve learned your Freud well and no pretentious writer will ever fool you into thinking it is NOT about sex and attention.
Why are you on Facebook if you object to people using it?
I meant HOT TUB metallers, I have exposed myself as a poser of the highest caliber!
For this its to the Judas cradle with you, heretic!
I love Goya. I find it very interesting that this particular file has cropped the image even further beyond what has been lost in restoration by fully removing the lone girl who sits opposite to Satan and apart from the huddled crowd. Is she the latest initiate of the coven? Or was Goya really a liberal, and she sits in staunch defiance to irrational spirituality? If the latter were true, it would be a supremely ironic choice on your part. A chilling, yet beautiful painting.
Yeah it was just a large and well lit photograph of it I found on Google. No ironic intentions.
I need to rape again.
There`s never enough rape.
Katharsis suck a fat chode my man. for all the hubaloo about droning, devoid-of-spirit black metal, Katharsis sums it up.
Hilarious when considering the DMU post from the next day which calls out modern satanists for being self-indulgent, tantrum-throwing babies.
Understanding and discernment to be exercised by those who have them.
I’m the bread of astronauts.
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