After what was overall an intense and wonderful final day of Satanism, this first day of Taoism feels less like a religion and more like rehabilitation.

Work was slow, so as I was nursing what was either sleep derivation or the remaining high from the night before, I read all of The Tao of Pooh. Now, it has been a while since I have studied Taoism, but from what I remember, this book succinctly explains that whole tradition.  It sounds a little reactionary and heavy-handed at times, but overall it is a fantastic introduction to Taoism and its place in Eastern thought.

I meant to cap off my month of Satanism by doing some more rituals, most notably a destruction ritual which I have yet to perform.  But at the end of the night, I couldn’t feel vindictive, I couldn’t feel anything other than amazement and gratitude.  I don’t know if I have exhausted my curiosity about this particular path, but this was an incredibly illuminating and rewarding experience, the fruits of which I will enjoy throughout my life.

More to come.