I was asked a good question yesterday. How, exactly, did I come to Satanism? What prompted a reasonable (at first glance) person to accept this marginal worldview? You know, there is such a thing as “balance.” When there are too many hares, wolves begin to breed and eat the hares. When there are too few hares, there is a lot of grass for each hare, and the hares again become fat and multiply. Nature makes sure that this balance is maintained. Some time ago, Nature, whoever was hiding behind this name, allowed man to become the king of beasts. And the man immediately began to change the world. The balance has been shaken. Man slowly invented the crossbow, penicillin, and the atomic bomb. Time has sped up. I feel that the world will soon become completely different. How can a mortal live in this world, in a world that has fallen into its peak? Go into a cave and pray? Trying to stop an oncoming avalanche with your bare hands? With wet palms, eat bread under the blanket and enjoy your existence? I see an alternative. This is metasatanism - the heir of Satanism. Time speeds up every month. A big wave is approaching. The task of a meta-Satanist is not to fight this wave. Do not meekly wait for her approach. The task of the meta-Satanist is to ride this wave.