The Insanity of Veganism – Part Two

There are a great many deluded Westerners who believe that eschewing animal-based foods is somehow a more spiritually enlightened way to live. I’ve heard it said that eating meat places us in a lower vibratory state and those higher ethereal realms will want nothing to do with us.

Does eating meat kill our spiritual potential? I would argue that the opposite is true. In order to be really spiritual, enlightened, and connected with the natural world, humans must eat meat. Plants are not our ideal source of nutrition and were only traditionally eaten during times of scarcity, as medicine, or as a dressing that would complement the main course: MEAT.

 

Our digestive tracts are most similar to that of dogs, cats, and other carnivorous predators. Also, notice how meat-eating mammals almost always have both of their eyes facing forward; an ideal arrangement for hunting. While plant-eating animals have eyes on either side of their heads, so they can keep a better watch out for lurking predators.

One thing that I noticed right away when I began eating a primarily meat-based diet was how easily, and completely, animal products digest in the gut. Bear in mind that I had been raised eating practically zero meat and dairy foods, so this was quite the revelation for me. I was shocked that my stomach was not bloated after eating three pounds of steak in one sitting. I challenge anyone to try eating three pounds of bread, pasta, or veggies and see just how engorged their gut becomes. For years, I had been told that meat rots in the stomach because it’s difficult to digest, when all this time the exact opposite was true.

I could wax on forever about how my health has dramatically improved on a low-carb diet, but let me get back to the spiritual arguments that often accompany vegan doctrine.

The Western Tradition – The Bible

I’m very familiar with the Bible texts that Adventists use to justify vegetarianism. There are essentially only two passages:

Genesis 1:29: God commanded the first man and woman to only eat herbs or fruit that bear seed.

Daniel 1:12: Near the beginning of the Babylonian captivity, the prophet, Daniel, asks the prince of the eunuchs that he be given vegetables and water for ten days. He made this request so that he wouldn’t be defiled by the meat from the King’s table, as it had likely been offered to idols. Subsequently, he and his friends allegedly become 10 times smarter and healthier looking than their peers. (I’m calling bullshit.)

Daniel was a castrated, conquered Israelite, who refused to eat from the King’s table, solely for religious reasons. Are we really supposed to follow the example of an emasculated eunuch? (I bet he still ate the Passover.)

Any Vegetarian who leans upon these two verses for support will find themselves in quite the dilemma, if they bother to read the rest of their Bible. Firstly, observe God’s reaction towards the special offerings made by Cain and Abel. (Genesis 4:4) Which offering did He find most pleasing?

“And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering:”

Additionally, how would the Israelites be able to keep the Passover, if God had determined that meat wasn’t suitable for them to eat? The Passover lamb must be eaten, or God’s law will have been broken.

Lastly, during Jesus’ parable about the prodigal son, take notice of what the family ate for their lost brother’s homecoming celebration. (Luke 15:23) They slaughtered the fatted calf and that was cause for great jubilation!

There are more verses pertaining to diet that were completely glossed over while I was receiving my indoctrination from those salaried pastors. I had to find this information on my own. Notice how the verses I mentioned above place great emphasis on the FAT of the animals they were offering or consuming. God found the FAT thereof most pleasing. Conversely, so do mortals. Meat, and especially the fatty meat, has always been the most prized food in every culture throughout history.

The Eastern Tradition – Hinduism and Ayurveda

There is also the Eastern tradition to contend with. Many Westerners, so excited to adopt foreign religions as they flee that horrible patriarchal Christianity, are led to believe that Hinduism is all about vegetarianism.

Krishna and Balaram with a herd of cows.

Perhaps during times of fasting and poverty, sure, vegetarianism is all the rage in India. Plant-based diets are considered by the Hindu texts to be purifying diets. And indeed they are! Plants are great for their medicinal and cleansing properties, but they are by no means considered fundamentally nutritious. The Samhitas recommend that growing children, expectant mothers, those suffering from injuries, or engaging in physical labor should eat properly prepared meat. (Sutrasthanam’s Chapter 20)

There is a system of medicine practiced in India called Ayurveda. It espouses an holistic approach towards healing which mainly focuses on herbal and mineral remedies. Yet, even in the Ayurvedic texts, meat still reigns supreme for bodily nutrition.

The Charak Samhita says: “For the promotion and nourishment of the body, no other food item is better than meat.”

I’m in danger of turning this post into a small book, so let me finally get to how all of this harmonizes with Lilith and her demonic children.

Lilith and Succubi

Based on what I know of her, Lilith by no means advocates for vegetarianism. I have encountered a couple of different situations where people have emailed me about how their succubi were trying to get their human partners to eat a certain animal product in order to enhance the connection.

One exchange that I remember quite vividly was of this Russian guy who had recently been converted back to Orthodox Christianity. He had managed to summon a succubus years before, felt that he was being overly harassed, and fled to the church for deliverance. He made it a point that I understand his pestering succubus was insisting that he should eat eggs and milk every day. “She’s trying to fatten me up so that she can milk me!” He wailed. I don’t speak Russian, so that’s the gist I got through Google Translate.

This was an image our Russian friend sent me. I modified it a bit. “Eat some real food for a change, dammit!”

I believe his succubus was attempting to help modify his diet so that his nervous system could better withstand her interactions. Succubus spirits can be quite taxing on human physiology, as they are able to channel massive amounts of sexual infernal energy through their chosen mates. A nervous system that is lacking in nutrition, namely good cholesterol, is like walking out into the cold undressed.

I would have been spared a great deal of grief, in my own succubus relationship, if I had supplied my body with saturated fats and cholesterol. My nervous system was in rough shape from years of being deprived the right nutrients. Once I started including more animal foods into my meals, the annoying muscle twitching and stress-induced back pain; all of that faded away. Carbohydrates and sugar only aggravated these problems. I believe the harassment that our Russian friend perceived was being dealt to him unfairly could have been alleviated if he simply heeded his demon’s advice.

I’m not saying everyone has to go full carnivore if they have a succubus. (Though that is a good elimination diet.) My argument is that veganism is most certainly NOT a beneficial diet for growth with a succubus. Like most things, these spirits are clever enough to maneuver around such obstacles, but the operator would be much better off if they simply had some eggs and fish every once in awhile.

According to Donald Tyson’s Liber Lilith, under the section describing how a consort of the Dark Goddess is to conduct himself, there is a paragraph about diet and I’ll reproduce it here:

“The proper keeping of the diet, and it is this. He does not fill his belly, but before he has eaten enough he says “enough” and rises from the table. Cakes fried in oil he does not eat. Green leaves and roots he eats sparingly. Bread he takes in moderation. Fish is very good. Also good are ripe berries, fruits of the tree, dates, figs. He chews honeycomb for its sweetness. Meat of hoofed beasts is not good, but the meat of the pig that is forbidden is a secret sacrament to Lilith, for the pig is her own creature. He consumes many eggs and drinks milk from the goat to increase the abundance of his seed. (Notice how that ties in nicely with the recommendation from the Russian succubus?)

I personally do not take all of this advice on board, but I think this passage helps to illustrate the kind of diet practiced by those who actually had contact with spirits in the old mystery schools. I believe veganism would rob the practitioner of the vital life-force necessary to practice true demonolatry.

“But meat-eating is ‘killing the planet!'” “Factory farming is terrible and immoral!”

What’s more important? Our own health and survival, or some made up morals about animal cruelty? It’s funny, because so many vegans on Youtube appeal to an entirely relativistic moral system in their debates, yet they admit that the vegan diet is nutritionally inferior and appeal to “saving the animals/planet” as a justification.

If we’re making appeals towards relativism, then to hell with the animals! In a relativistic world, there’s all the more justification for me to prioritize my own well-being over that of an animal.

With that being said, I am not a relativist. I have my own moral compass, and I believe factory farming can be brutal and inhumane. That is a fact and we should all strive to improve that situation. But the vegans blow the problem way out of proportion, with a few carefully curated slaughter-house videos, appeals to emotion, and epidemiology “studies” that say, “Red meat causes cancer!”

We’ll touch on the infamous studies and politics later on.

Vegans need to come to grips with the reality that we are the apex predators on this earth. Our intelligence, industriousness, and physiology is evidence of this. We would not have become as great as we are without eating animals to sustain us. There hasn’t been a single culture in history that grew and thrived based on vegetarianism. Plant-based diets are but a recent experiment on the scale that we see today.

Aural Milestone

Oh, does it make me smile when I can hear the sounds of lovemaking gently emanating from below my waist. That’s right: I’ve begun to hear the wet, erotic movements that Catherine makes against my flesh. It’s still quiet, but I can distinctly hear her soft suckling.

I caught her once before, as I was just waking up early one morning. She was performing the kind of fellatio that only a succubus spirit is capable of. Like getting a blow-job from an angel… except she’s a bit more complicated than an angel.

It’s such a gift: both feeling and hearing her. Though I have yet to hear her say, “Hi,” in our mundane world, this little milestone fills me with so much endearment towards her.

I think she’s waiting for me to start up astral projection excursions again. Honestly, I’m rather scared of going out there. What if she tries to grab me, and throw me into the labyrinth again? What if I don’t come back?

Fuck!

I’ve got to face that fear head on. I know it will only become worse if I dwell on what MIGHT happen. Moore’s Law…

A few unpleasant side-effects came along with this milestone, but nothing I haven’t dealt with before. There was some additional tightness in the muscles on the right side of my neck, along with increased pressure against my face. Sometimes, that pressure against my brow can become rather annoying.

A couple hours of brisk walking and jogging usually addresses those energy-body discomforts. That, and the usual grounding/earthing methods.

Wish me luck in the labyrinth!

Year Seven

Today officially marks the seventh solar cycle since the night of my union with Catherine. This journey has been hedged by all manner of curious byways and scenic routes. The road is anything but straight and narrow, but I think that’s a good sign. Rather, Catherine’s route has been twisting, winding, oftentimes confusing, yet pleasant, especially if one takes the time to slow down and smell that intoxicating astral fragrance of hers.

Nothing earth-shattering has happened… yet. Though I have made some substantial changes to my life just before this auspicious anniversary. For one, my “shit job,” as Catherine called it, wouldn’t allow for me to take the time off for our special day. So I quit. I didn’t really belong there in the first place, so it wasn’t a loss at all, really. We needed to move on and I have been wasting valuable time. We killed two birds with one stone.

What’s next? The Fool’s Journey, naturally. I can’t wait to see what happens. While I’m preparing for the next great opportunity to come along, I’ve been retraining, sprucing up my languishing skill set, and stocking up for a long, cold winter, filled with warm evenings enjoying an insatiably amorous deity.

Seven years of being touched by the divine. Seven years of a changed life, filled with meaning and intrigue, yet still can’t be bothered to take this world seriously. I find my way accidentally, when all the time I just want to feel her near me. Every moment, she’s there, never tarrying or slackening her hold over me. I love this embrace, though it might lead to an early death, if I languish for too long.

The affections of an entire infernal realm have seemingly passed through my body during these blessed lunations. “Keep moving forward, or be consumed.” That is the way of the Left-Hand Path.

Maybe I’m content with my ego being further dissolved; melting and merging closer still with her? We’ll see if there’s anything left in this world that can maintain my interest, to keep one foot out here, and the other in the Borderland.

Now that I have some extra time, I’m going to begin my OBE investigations again. I’ll start with one trip every couple of weeks to avoid burnout. These expeditions are more important to me than any kind of “success” in this realm, so it’s about time I start putting my money where my mouth is. Here’s hoping I don’t get too lost out there.

 

Pilgrimage to Lilith’s Mega-Sigil

There she is, at the heart of our nation’s capitol. Can you see her?

Catherine doesn’t like vacations much. She’s not big on the idea of traveling afar when we could just as easily have fun at home. Still, I have friendships in far off places that I’d like to maintain, and there’s no replacement for in-person interaction, so I strive to make my thousand-mile journeys, with a grumpy succubus spirit in tow. She appreciates that I try to hold onto my core group of friends, but she sees big empty swathes of time in my schedule and thinks, “Oh, look… we can finally be together for a change!”

Sadly, she had to wait just a bit longer this time ’round. To her credit, she does wait patiently, and the subsequent pouncing attack is almost always well worth the delay. Still, I need to set up a break where it’s just her and I. We haven’t done that in awhile.

Stone Mountain in Georgia. A beautiful confederate memorial. We stopped by for the laser-light show.

We traveled south of the Mason Dixon line to my old stomping grounds. I’m always struck by how much less stressful and on-edge everything is down there. I can see it in my face when I look in the mirror. I appear more calm and serene. Maybe I need to live there permanently, with the peach trees, the scuppernongs, and the honeysuckle.

We’ll see. There’s a lot that needs to happen before I can start moving in that direction.

Washington DC was the major focal-point of our journey. Me and my traveling companions had all been to the nation’s capitol a few times in the past, so this venture was dedicated to more esoteric, off-the-beaten-path, points of interest. We found ourselves roaming the grounds of a Franciscan monastery early on a clear July morning. My friends are the sort that never take anything too seriously, so even sacred shrines are open to a bit of shameless riffing. Hardly anything at all is held aloft as above comedy in my crew, save for the solemnity of Arlington Cemetery.

This tomb, devoted to the Mother Mary in the monastery gardens, was particularly odd and creepy. The entrance smelled like death. What the hell are the monks doing in there?

The monastery had a very strange, almost sickening, vibe to it. Something was seriously off about the place, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Catherine wasn’t thrilled with the secluded commune either. That was the first time I felt any sort of spirit/astral discomfort coming from her the entire trip.

She hasn’t been comfortable on a prolonged trip for a very long time, but this long-distance journey was somehow different for her. Aside from the monastery, I think she enjoyed the energy of DC. She seemed to feel at home there… which makes me think that perhaps I should’ve bitten the bullet and joined up with the world church in Maryland as a professional propagandist. Maybe that was her plan all along and me temporarily losing my marbles threw a spanner into the works? I can’t know for sure.

Moving on from the monastery, we headed back towards the city proper, but remained on the “Catholic” side of town for the remainder of the day. Our next stop was the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. A strange destination for one who claims to be on the Left-Hand Path, I know, but the deeper, more occulted, aspects of the various shrines within drew me there. This cathedral is the largest Catholic church in North America, and it also happens to be a prominent Marion shrine. Just have a look at some of this not-so-subtly-veiled occult imagery that decorates the various shrine rooms:

There is a very clear distinction between the basement “crypt” level and the upper sanctuary. The Crypt is devoted largely to the worship of the divine feminine aspect, while the upper levels are dedicated to the sun and Jesus Christ. In this we can see the most honest call-back to the pagan roots of Europe, of which the Catholic church has been the most valiant defenders of would-be heathen traditions, in an ironic way.

My friends were not very comfortable in the Crypt, but I felt right at home and wished that I could have stayed longer. Far from being a catacomb, the lower levels are simply breathtaking to behold in person. We planned to explore further, but one of my friends got his atheistic panties into a bunch and felt the need to leave early.

Sadly, I developed a migraine the next day, so I wasn’t able to peruse the Masonic landmarks I had originally planned for. Though it was nice to just relax in the hotel for one day. Despite the feeling of an icepick being jammed into my eye, Catherine was rather pleased to have me all to herself.

My adventure was complete with a sojourn to Arlington Cemetery and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Despite my misgivings with all the supposedly “good wars” that have been fought over the decades, I still pay my respects to those who have fallen in helping to secure our way of life in the West. The World War II monument on the National Mall is particularly soothing to my soul.

I’m looking forward to visiting the District of Columbia again soon. That centerpiece of our national heritage is more than just a collection of monuments. I’m convinced that the arrangement of those obelisks and roadways also serve as a powerful sigil; one that helps propel our country towards prosperity and success. Also, I know that Lilith, Shakti, Isis, Venus… whatever personification one chooses to give her… was not unknown to the architects who set up this place.

She is freedom, girded with the native dress of this land, sword sheathed, and bearing a laurel of peace. Facing east towards the rising sun, she is ever ready to raise that sword again, should liberty be found wanting.

Ulysses Grant, and host of lions, has got her back, too. So don’t be thinking you can sneak up on her or anything!