March 16th, 2003

Vexen Crabtree 2015

London Satanist meet

I didn't announce or advertise this meet, but as it was the third Saturday, I thought I'd see who would remember and who would turn up! I didn't expect anybody at all, so took a good book. (Well, that's a euphemism, I'm currently reading a bad one). I was dressed down in a Sepultura hoodie and Vexen baseball cap (all black, don't get me wrong!).

In reality, my expectations were pleaseantly dashed by a pair of Satanists, male and female (Chris and Stacey respectively), who were both intelligent, proud, living-life people, and then by my wonderful sister too. I was the youngest... despite my endless expectations that the London Satanists' are teenagers or rebellious youths, I am always left feeling that I'm the young one, and I've been a Satanist for some eight years now! Those who I've met nearly always have areas of experience and knowledge that are impressive. I find myself learning from all of them. Stacey and Chris were nicely sceptical, inquisitive people. For some reason Satanism (in the UK at least) attracts the more strong, intelligent and fun types of person.
Vexen Crabtree 2015

Nelson Mandela and his tank

I had a dream!

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So, the world had been ravaged by war, but then had recovered, albeit, only a small but very advanced city was left over. One day I realized that the frozen pool of water in the town center contains some old survivors of the war, living in the ice, hiding. So, I take a shovel and dig a tunnel into the side of the block of ice.

Startlingly, a toy fire engine inside the ice activates and jumps out at me, landing on the floor and robotically driving away until it's wind-up mechanism ran out of stored energy. I kept digging. A large crocodile tried to snap my hand, next, and the ten foot animal wriggled out of the ice and tried to eat me. I hit it's nose and pushed it's head to the ground until it stopped wriggling, then stood behind it, released it and climbed on to a nearby wall until it had gone away.

Then, I climbed into the ice. I found myself in a large warehouse. Facing me, a distance away, was a tank. It came to life, and I exited. I went in again, but this time, the tank wasn't there. However, Nelson Mandela was. And he was armed. I ran to the side into a maze of boxes and Mandela kept trying to shoot me with his high tech missile launcher. Then, the tank came back. I was trapped, but they couldn't find me because they couldn't enter into the maze (it had two entrances) without running the risk of me getting away. I realized I could smash through some of the walls, so I done so. I found some weapons and returned and fired at the tank, and kept ducking back into cover when it turned to face me, then coming out in a different place.

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