“He took her by the hand and said to her, ‘Talitha koum!’ (which means ‘Little girl, I say to you, get up!’).”
Welcome to Butterfly Language, a look at the world inside and outside my head!
Today is the birthday of the late Church of Satan founder Anton LaVey. I know it’s ironic that I’m writing about such a figure in a post that started with a Bible quote—but my mom’s name is literally “Irony” (I’m not fucking with you, it’s true & it explains so much about so many things).
Before becoming such a “diabolical” figure, the multi-talented LaVey was a carnival worker, a burlesque house organist, a police department photographer, and a psychic investigator—aspects of all these professions influencing/informing what he would grow into.
LaVey would found the Church of Satan on April 30, 1966—shaving his head in ritual (or because he had lost a bet) & pronouncing “Year One”, Anno Satanas—the first year of the Age of Satan. April 30, of course, is the holiday known as Walpurgisnacht—”Witches’ Night”—and was also when Bugs Bunny debuted.
Among the urban legends surrounding LaVey are that he played the Devil in Rosemary’s Baby. Not true: the role was played by a one Clay Tanner. However, it’s likely that LaVey was a consultant on the film…and he shares a link (de vinculis, “the links”) with Charles Manson in that Susan Atkins worked for LaVey at a vampire burlesque show.
So LaVey declares Anno Satanas in ’66…and in ’68 Roman Polanski makes a movie (using LaVey as consultant) that basically ends with the same premise.
Another urban legend: LaVey “cursed” actress Jayne Mansfield, who had joined the Church of Satan, and that’s why she died in a car accident. Supposedly, he was cutting a picture of her at the time…separating the image’s head from the body. She was decapitated.
The truth is, however, that a) Mansfield wasn’t decapitated, b) she probably didn’t officially join the Church of Satan, and c) it’s not out of the realm of possibility that LaVey did put a hex on Mansfield’s boyfriend Sam Brody. Per an Interview article about the Todd Haynes documentary on the subject, Mansfield 66/67:
“After LaVey supposedly put a curse on Mansfield’s then-boyfriend, Sam Brody, her divorce attorney and de facto manager, a series of misfortunes beset them. Mansfield’s son Zoltan got mauled by a lion, and Brody was in a string of car accidents, with the couple and their driver dying in a horrific crash less than a year after meeting LaVey.”
In the same article, Haynes compares LaVey to Hugh Hefner…which seems very unfair to LaVey.
Let’s move on from weird to WEIRD, as we consider all the fucked-up news stories that landed yesterday. Not only did we have the first Sauron-like image of a black hole (or, event horizon)…
…but we had this headline from Drudge Report...
…and meanwhile, there’s also the story about human brain genes being implanted within the brains of chimps…making the little primates smarter!
And let’s not forget the “new quantum device” that “can generate all possible futures”…
These stories are SO bizarre…but apparently true…that it just all brings to mind what Tenebroust once noted on the good old Stench of Truth YouTube channel…
“It’s really hard to believe in coincidences anymore, because when you see the strange things that are happening, and when you see the strange connections and synchronicities that happen in association with them, it makes it very difficult for you to have a bedrock position for you to take on any issue.”
Now, he said this in response to that old news story about the guy who allegedly took bath salts and ate a guy’s face off. But I would observe that FAR STRANGER stuff has been happening since then. Since…just yesterday.
I will have more meditations on Julian Assange being dragged kicking and screaming from the Ecuadorian embassy in a future post. In the meantime, you can read about the time a DC Comics storyline seemed to mirror a tale of three leakers, “The Trinity Of Sin And The End Of The Third Wave.”
(Not unlike Trump & Tweets, I seemingly have a post in the Archives for every occasion!)
I don’t often explain the titles of my journal entries—as that would make these wacky missives way too accessible and God knows I don’t want that—but I will do so here.
Basically…in terms of creativity & productivity, I’m on fucking fire.
It is extremely clear to me that this—or some variation of this—is what I’m meant to do for the rest of my life. Further: that all my past life experiences—the good, the bad, and the lovingly grotesque—were necessary for me to get to this point.
And so: that’s it, really.
Have a good Thursday.