Children of Set, the Snake God
Children are Special. Children, conceived during a ritual where the act is consummated upon a serpentine altar, are Special. At one time, the Christians would have told you to conceive children during pagan rituals was bad. The Christians also said that abortion, queers, and laziness was bad, too. Now, as enlightened progressives, we know that bad is now good. Conclusion: simple. And now the worshipers of Set, the Snake God can talk openly about a few aspects of The Special Children that now walk amongst you. Is not Diversity grand? An open door to allow the old ways back, to silence the racist, sexist Christians and their silly warnings.
Sex is fun. This is one of the lessons of the Sexual Revolution. Sex, upon a serpentine altar, in a grove of apple trees decorated with rubber snakes, while costumed acolytes chant hymns and prayers, is fun. Conception does not have to be something done drunk, hidden in the dark, in the back seat of a car. Conception is a spiritual event. Why not do it drugged, in the flickering light of a fire, upon a comfortable surface, while your friends and fellow believers sing traditional songs? All children are special, but the child conceived upon the altar of Set, the Snake God is extra special. You do not have to be an astrologer to know that conception at midnight sets aside the person for a greater destiny.
The Altar children walk amongst you. Lucky you. Diversity is good, and cannot be criticized. Everyone can participate in the altar sex rituals of Set, the Snake God; but not everyone is a child born of those rites. Even as we speak, our eldest Altar child is attending his first year at the University of Toronto, pursuing a degree in Arts. He wants to go to OISE. I want him to go to OISE. His happy momma crocodile wants him to go, too.
You are invited. You are invited to join in the worship of Set, the Snake God. You can be chef, waiter, or entree. Which do you wish to be? Shall you wear the ritual fetish gear and participate in orgies, enjoy wealth, and form secret combinations as a chef? Perhaps you will take the middle path and fetch food and take away empty plates as a waiter. Or would you rather that your enemies and rivals be offered up for the mystical process of digestion? Whom would you have wear the wreath of parsley and be anointed with mayonnaise? You may not be an Altar child, but you can have Altar children.
You are invited.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.