The Satanic Bible | Anton Szandor LaVey
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Ongoing, First published May 13
Mature
!! THIS IS A DIRECT COPY - NOT ORIGINAL WORK !!

Called "The Black Pope" by many of his followers, Anton LaVey began the road to High
Priesthood of the Church of Satan when he was only 16 years old and an organ player in a
carnival:


"On Saturday night I would see men lusting after half-naked girls dancing at the
carnival, and on Sunday morning when I was playing the organ for tent-show evangelists
at the other end of the carnival lot, I would see these same men sitting in the pews with
their wives and children, asking God to forgive them and purge them of carnal desires.
And the next Saturday night they'd be back at the carnival or some other place of
indulgence.

"I knew then that the Christian Church thrives on hypocrisy, and that man's carnal
nature will out!"

From that time early in his life his path was clear. Finally, on the last night of April, 1966 -
Walpurgisnacht, the most important festival of the believers in witchcraft - LaVey shaved his
head in the tradition of ancient executioners and announced the formation of The Church Of
Satan. He had seen the need for a church that would recapture man's body and his carnal desires
as objects of celebration. "Since worship of fleshly things produces pleasure," he said, "there
would then be a temple of glorious indulgence..."
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THE SATANIC BIBLE ANTON SZANDOR LAVEY We don't worship Satan, we worship ourselves, using the metaphorical representation of the qualities of Satan.