Crime is a necessity that one cannot avoid, but that always has a reason. With us gratuitous crime, which is an end in itself or the result of an individual impulse, is excluded. We exclude, for example, “transversal vendetta,” i.e., the calculated killing of someone near the target of our crime, such as a wife, children, or relatives.

Satanic crime is of another order. Hitler killed millions of Jews, including babies, with the excuse that Jews had done harm to the German people. For the Communists it was a matter of course to imprison and torture the family members of a person they considered guilty. When I was jailed, it was taken for granted that my wife must be jailed too, and that my son must be excluded from all schooling.

Marxism is not an ordinary sinful human ideology. It is Satanic in its manner of sinning, as it is Satanic in the teachings it purveys. Only in certain circumstances has it openly avowed its Satanic character.

One can judge a teacher by his disciples. The painter Picasso said, “An artist must discover the way to convince his public of the full truth of his lies.”

Who was the man who wrote this monstrosity? The same who wrote, “I came to communism as one comes to a fountain…. My adherence to communism is the logical consequence of my entire life and work.”

So one becomes a Marxist because his ideal is a lie. How sad!

To gain an insight into the life and thinking of a Satanist, one need only read a few mild  excerpts  from  the  writing  of  Alister  Crowley  (1875-1947),  notorious  for  his involvement in occult practices:

Pity not the fallen. I never knew them. I console not. I hate the consoler and the consoled.

The wolf betrays only the greedy and treacherous, the raven betrays only the melancholy and dishonest. But I am he of whom it is written: He shall deceive the very elect…

I have feasted myself on the blood of the saints, but I am not suspected of men to be their enemy, for my fleece is white and warm, for my teeth are not the teeth of one that tears flesh, and my eyes are mild, and they know me not as the chief of the lying spirits…

Beautiful art thou, O Babylon, and desirable…. O Babylon, Babylon, thou mighty mother, that ride upon the crowned beasts, let me be drunken upon the wine of your fornication; let your kisses wanton me unto death.

Crowley quotes a multitude of sayings like this from completely unknown older Satanist works, unavailable to the uninitiated.

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