Leviathan 1: Don’t Mistake the Means for the End.

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For a long time I treated my deck of Tarot cards like a Holy Bible. I believed that the cards themselves were imbued with sacred power, and that through regular use and careful treatment I could develop a psychic connection with the cards as if they were a guardian spirit. I externalized my power and allowed myself to believe that the tool was both the means and the end. When I divined answers to my questions, the purpose was not to find information that moved me toward my desires, but instead to delve deeper into problems. For me, fortune-telling became a circular and unproductive ritual.

This pattern continued for a long time and reached the point where the fortune-telling I did was essentially a church service in miniature: Behold the divine wisdom of the Tarot! Stand in thrall to the deep spiritual truths that pour out of the cards! I worshiped at the altar of self-improvement until one day I realized that I had mistaken the means for the end. Just as Satanism is a tool for the individual to use as he or she sees fit to accomplish whatever he or she desires, so too is the tool used in fortune telling not the end, but a means to reach it. 

I learned to see that I was mistaking the means for the end, but many other fortune-tellers have not. The tools they use to enhance their deception—numerology, astrology, cards, coins, bones, and more—are tied into complicated occult labyrinths built with spiritual bricks and imaginary mortar. This might be more relatable and relevant if the bricks and mortar were laid in recent history, but as a rule most fortune-tellers believe that the longer in the past the labyrinth was built, the more powerful it must be.

Consider for example the Christians who cling to the long dead and mummified tit of the Holy Bible, not stopping to consider that it's an ancient relic that serves no practical purpose in the 21st century. Christianity might find new life if its priests dared re-write it to reflect contemporary reality, but they dare not revise the infallible word of the God of Abraham because it would expose the Bible for what it is: a trap to perpetuate the power of an entrenched priesthood.

Likewise, fortune-tellers obligate themselves to perpetuating the name of They Who Came First, oblivious to the outdated nonsense from a dead and bygone era used to build the labyrinth in which they dwell. Thinking nothing of what this brings them, they turn their attention toward spiritual ascension, karmic debt, ascended masters, and the most infantile rituals imaginable to assuage their guilt and suppress their carnal urges.

Because something is occult, ignorant fortune-tellers judge it to be of immense value, never stopping to think that "hidden knowledge" doesn't signify power, merely that it's fallen from sight. For example, did you know that I've got occult mushrooms in my basement? It's true! They're hidden behind an old wood pallet where I've stacked boxes of tax returns. Just because these mushrooms are occult, you don't see me rushing to find their deep significance, do you? They're just stragglers in the dark corner of my basement.

I often think of occultists as basement dwellers. There they are, turning their backs on the thriving world above them, just to learn the way of a mushroom which cares not one bit for life above-ground. There’s no great secret to the lifestyle preferences of a mushroom: my occult mushrooms live underground because that’s where it’s dark and wet. What does a mushroom growing in under-ground darkness have to teach me about life in above-ground sunlight? What does a mushroom growing out of silt and stale rainwater have to teach me about my carnal desires and bestial qualities? Not a thing.

Basement-dwellers who immerse themselves in occult mushrooms are wasting their potential, and those sitters whom they deceive are being taught the ways of mushrooms. They'd be better served to learn how mushrooms reproduce and disseminate their spoor even in the least hospitable of environments, because even though their investigation may not yield any useful parallels to human life, it would at least keep their minds sharp and cultivate a habit of learning.

Basement dwellers habituate themselves not only to the most useless of occult knowledge, but also fail to apply it to their lives in any meaningful way that would move them closer toward their worldly desires. Don't become a basement dweller who mistakes the means for the end. If you choose to indulge in a fantasy, don't do it just for the sake of masturbation—do it because the masturbation will alleviate the tension which prevents you from focusing on other accomplishments.

Instead of confining yourself to basements and mushrooms, thrust yourself into the living world around you. Cultivate worldly knowledge, stretch your legs, and open your mind to whatever is captivating. Fortune-tellers could learn more from watching a boxing match than they would memorizing tables of correspondences from Agrippa's Three Books, but so many shy from vital existence, retreat into their basements, and aspire to grow gills and drop spores.