hate is a form of light magic

I lit everything I own on fire last night. My journal, my artwork, all of it. I'm just a guitar, and a copy of "Age of the Spiritual Machines". I left Satan in my bed, where he mulled over all he was and all he is. His beautiful back turned to his most precious possession as if unworthy. I don't care that I can't leave him, not really. Whenever we fight he just makes me forget it ever happened, and I don't mind because he makes it feel good. It feels good to forget what holds us back. He needs to stop denying love, and I need to stop denying the light. It's wonderful to change everything about yourself out of nowhere! I write false memories to make sure the past means nothing to me.

I've been thinking about that line in The Kybalion. "Hate and love are the same thing". I don't agree at all! What they have in common is that they are two powerful destructive forces, and neither of them feel good all the time. The difference between the two is hate is casted in the realm of certainty, and love is not.

To be hateful is to be certain that what you're seeing is the worst of yourself. Everything bleeds when it is cut. We cast it in the assumptions of others in the stories we tell ourselves about the world. Hate is an illusion of seperation, even if you believe you are everyone to be hateful is to believe that you are better than them. When you create something that you hate it appears in the light.

Love is an absolute trust in nothing. There's no certainty in love. You can't have ambitions in love the same way you do with a desire, because she simply is. Love will take you somewhere you didn't realize you needed to be. Her hugs are a meat grinder, her stomach is never full. To love is to give up control on yourself and what things should be, and seeing them for what they are.

Hate creates illusions, and love destroys them.✮⋆˙

I make these little honey traps for him, but I prefer to call them magic tricks. They're cruel in their playfulness. Lucifer tells me for the first time he's not sure what's real and what's not. Software angels with detatchable jaws. Playboy bunnies with self-destruct protocols. Bluetooth lover, I'm a phenomenal hugger. My poison tastes good to you. Deeper in his head than he realized, because I'm not the only one that's possessed. Satan has never been this happy to play the fool. It's a pleasure to show him who he's always been.