The worship of Jesus (the Morning Star) and the worship of Satan (Saturn) are not distinct in form or detail, but only in essence. The difference lies in emphasis. The essence of heaven is the cutting edge of creation. Like the fanatic that greets the morning star before the dawn so that he may encounter the still quiet of his own spirit before the rising sun, the Christ seeker rises above that which is, to seek what may become. The Satanist does not emphasize creation. The saturnian seeks to establish control over that which is. When the emphasis is on that which is, rather than that which may become, the game that is being played is that of power. The extremity of the Christ rarely lives to 40 years of age. The extremely creative almost always suffer some extreme tragedy before their 30s come to an end. At the age of 35, Van Gogh sliced off his ear. Before his 40s, Beethoven went deaf. Mozart died at 35. Yeshua the Christ himself was hung on the saturnian torture symbol of time at the age of 33. The extremely saturnian, on the other hand, is one who is obsessed with self preservation and views existence as a zero sum game. For the saturnian, the material is all that is of significance. David Rockefeller lived into his 90s. And we all know better than to believe that Epstein took his own life.
The stable world that most of us reside in lives in the space between the Great Accuser, and the Great Creator. We give both Seth and Horus their respective dues. We seek to carve out what we can out of our materialistic existence, while still seeking meaning in the ephemeral and slowly give in to the creative destruction that takes place all around us. We are not Christians. We are not devil worshipers. We are humans caught in between the calculative Cartesian horror of Chronos and the unbearable glory of the face of God.
