4 August 2011

Things are looking up and it appears that a select group of Satanists are coming ove to my roof for beer next week. Just an opportunity to have members of the Toronto Satanists group I am in to get to know each other. I figure that the group will be small considering how difficult it is to organize a meet-up of Satanists. From past experience I haven't seen a huge urge in the Satanist community in Toronto to quite band together, but my experiences have been relatively limited. So, now we've got a group of about 4 or 5 people meeting up and I think that is really going to be a good start.

The roof is dead tonight and it doesn't seem like there should be any problem accomodating a small group. My only fear is that all of a sudden a hundred Satanists in Toronto are suddenly going to crawl out of the wood works and come over to my roof expecting a huge party. This shouldn't be a big problem. We had some people over for a party for the baseball team yesterday. Besides, people are constantly bringing all sorts of seedy traffic into this building. A harmless little group of Satanists shouldn't cause any problems. If people can have crackhead boyfriends living in their rooms for a month I should be able to throw a little party. We should have cake too. Of course, there is the rule that we are not allowed to shoot fireworks off the roof, so that kind of entertainment shall be out. Got to kick start this whole Satanist community somehow and get circles happening. Satanists need guidance, support, and comaraderie. I'm tired of the only occult offerings in this town being the Wiccan church.

I think it's a great idea to have this thing up on my roof. People won't have to pay some expensive bar tab. We won't have to look around a crowded bar trying to figure out which group of people is the group of Satanists meeting up. We will have privacy, unless all those crazy yahoos from my building just happen to decide to party out there that evening. Usually the whole building doesn't decide to go out there and drink beer on the exact day. Besides, few in this building are employed, so most of them will probably be out of beer money that night. I doubt they'll want to join us, as non-Satanists generally don't enjoy talking about Satanism. Should be a good time.

I have decided to quit the Wiccan Church mainly because the goddess statue shattered somehow on my altar. I took it as a sign that I should be moving on. Three signs are the winner for me, but I'm part Irish. I lost one pentagram necklace and the other one kind of had the hanger fall off, so it's time to let go. Time to abandon living in the shadows and step forward. If I am going to be stuck living in Toronto, I may as well try to add to it and make it better for my people.

Back into this schedule of waking up late in the day. I should get out and buy a few things today. I think it's a little late for the post office, but I am practically done my COTI mailings. Might as well try to just get everything out by tomorrow. Just got a couple of forms for magick and prayer requests to make up. Got to address 2 more envelopes. I've got business to take care of.

Yesterday was mostly spent with magick work and research. I've always got to keep filling my mind with knowledge if I want to be that spiritualistic Satanic guru I dream of being. I dream of one day living in a log cabin out in the countryside where I have may own magickal herb garden and beautiful Satanic statuary. I'd like to build little glass meditational vestibles. I would love it if people flocked from all over the world for my special magickal potions and ointments. I should learn carpentry so I will know how to build all kinds of little log cabins. A cabin to paint in made of scrap metal. I can do it. No time for self-limiting thoughts to enter my mind like 'where am I going to get the money to afford this?'. The answer is simple. The great lord Satan shall provide for his most infernal children.

My life is just going to be absolutely wonderful. I I just haven't tapped into my fiscal talents yet. I just need to plot out some big money making schemes and the money shall float to me when the time is right. I shall even have enough money to afford a little black volkswagen buggy with a thunderbolt painted on the side. I shall have adorable familiars. It is obvious I need to expand my business from selling 5 cigarettes for a buck. I've got to figure out where the real money is. But, generally spending too much time thinking about that kind of stuff gives me a headache. My friend George was always predicting that one day I am going to meet a wealthy industrialist from Eastern Europe and have everything. I just have to wait until that day and my Satanic dreams shall finally be funded.