I’ve spent the better part of the past couple few years diving into the roots of the LHP. The history of the occult. The use of occult theology/philosophy/theosophy in government, science, and our daily lives. I’ve listened to countless hours of lectures and discussions ranging from atheist historians to theistic satanists. Grimoires. Videos. Literature. Qabbalah. De vermis. Satanism. Santeria/voodoo. Hermeticism. Tarot.
So I start picking up these more modern books over the LHP. The Qlippoth. Tree of Death. Azerate. Sitra Achra/Ahra. Black magic. Demonology. Etc… Not feeling it. At all.
Don’t get me wrong. There are a few archetypes/dieties/entities that I have an affinity towards. And the idea of a personal daimon/higher self/HGA rings true. But what I’m picking up in this modern literature are that the authors seem to have no idea what the fuck they are actually talking about. The origins. The roots. The lack of proper ritual, or the lack of any seemingly legitimate ritual or purpose. It all seems so self-serving in a very minuscule, finite package. Like Protestant Christianity. “Gimme gimme”.
Having grown up in Cult-Christianity, this all seems like a carbon-copy. Substitute “the Holy Spirit told me this” with “so and so entirely told me…” I think that type of rhetoric just leads to depression and apathy.
Where is the true, hidden knowledge? What are the real secrets? The tangible experience? Real transmutation? Legitimate interactions?
The only characters that are ringing true are the Lucifer/astaroth/set/etc. Lightbringers. Wisdom makers. It makes sense. On a global esoteric scale. The spiritual evolution coinciding with the physical. True alchemy.
Someone must have something more to give than the future has in store for us. There has to be something else.