Satanism has shown me the value of fitness.  Before I used to think of exercise as just a tiring bit of nonsense.  I like how I look, and yes I could stand to lose some weight.  But why?  To meet some other person’s standards?  Please.

I’ve been using this month as an excuse to binge, to investigate all of my indulgences, to follow what I’ve desired but never sought.  But this isn’t all what Satanism is about, it’s about being capable, hence being fit.  Satanism is about power.

I didn’t care about exercise because I saw it as something vain.  Now I care about it because it makes me feel like a more practical, powerful human being.  It makes me feel a little closer to godhood.  I can feel myself standing a little taller.  I am starting to feel unabashedly sovereign, like I am the master of my fate, like Lucifer- the morning star, the rising star.

I hope I still feel like this next month.