Synagogue of Satan Part 2 by Stanislaw Przybyszewski 1893
Translated by Joe Bandel 2011
Why trouble yourselves over your daily bread? Who dresses the lilies in the most beautiful colors compared to which scarlet and brocade are only empty rags? Who nourishes the birds that neither sow nor reap? Why do you strive after worldly things that will perish? What value is your pride when the highest on the earth will become the lowest in the kingdom of heaven? And what of your carnal desire, isn’t it the gateway to hell?
Oh carnal desire, most especially carnal desire, the seat of all the passions, the inexhaustible source of life’s joy, the will to eternal life. It must be destroyed so the kingdom of the invisible may take over the earth.
The Master says that a man has already defiled a woman when he looks upon her with lust—the disciple goes much further: St. Cyprian says of the girl that is created in such a way that she excites a sigh of love from a man—that she is shameless, and if she allows anyone to burn with lust for her—even unknowing—then she is no longer a “virgin”.
“Woman! What do you and I have in common with each other?” asks the Master. The disciples go far beyond the Master.
“Tu es diaboli janua,” writes Tertullian. (You are the portal to the devil)
“Tu es arboris illius resignatrix.” (You are the destroyer of the tree.)
“Tu es divinae legis prima desertrix.” (You are the first sinner against divine law.)
“Tu es, quae eum persuasisti, quem diabolus aggredi non voluit.” (You are the one that persuades those that do not wish to turn to the devil.)
“Omnia mala ex mulieribus,” moans St. Hieronymus. (Everything evil comes from woman.) Yes, he even proclaims that woman was not created in the image of God (ad imaginem Dei) because the Holy Book says nothing of the soul at the creation of the female.
The good god of the invisible hates earthly beauty. He hates everything holy that Satan—as Pan reveals and celebrates. He teaches the transitory nature of the world and what is right. The smallest revolt of the flesh is a sin that must be punished with long years of penance.
Tertullian raged with fanatical hatred against every purple ribbon that women sewed into their clothing. Lactantius cursed the poets and philosophers for pulling innocent souls into ruin. Paintings were destroyed, “quod nascitur, opus dei est, ergo quod fingitur, diaboli negotium”. (That which grows naturally is the creation of God, everything manmade is the work of the devil.) Theater and the circus became “diaboli figmenta” (inventions of the devil).
Yes, the holy fathers themselves warned of the colors of the flowers with which the demon, the evil enemy, clothed himself in color and splendor.
Isaurius, the Iconoclast, competed with Gregory the Great in the destruction of artistic images. Theodosius II had every temple destroyed and crosses erected on top of them. They destroyed the most majestic poetic works with disastrous falsifications or annihilated them completely. The diabolist Cyprian taught that “varia daemonia” (various works of the demon) were hidden in poems.
The priestesses of Aphrodite became whores that anyone could pelt with filth—and love—love became God’s love! “amor si vincitur, diabolus vincintur!” (Vanquish love, vanquish the devil!) Everything of nature was forbidden, especially the healing powers of nature. God had sent illness into the world as a way to allow man to atone for a portion of his sins while still here on earth. It was a sin to frustrate this decree of God. At best exorcisms were still allowed, not to heal a disease, but instead only to demonstrate the triumphant power of good over evil.
“Ubique daemon!” (The demon is everywhere!) According to Hieronymus even the air is full of trembling demons that scream and wail over the death of the gods. The demon is hidden in every flower, in every tree, that brings joy, fertility, wealth and beauty. He brings the day as Lucifer and closes it as Venus who brings voluptuous lewd dreams.
The first century only knew one religion, the battle against the demon.
But that battle was not easy. In its fanatical lunacy the church threw itself against the deepest and most sacred bonds that united man to the cosmic. It forcefully tore man loose from nature, isolated him, and hung him between heaven and earth. The mysterious rapport that the naked soul of man had with the soul of ALL became completely independent from the brain and was declared Satanic, a deception of Satan.
Ancient man stood in an intimate relationship with nature. They lived directly in and with nature. They were a part of it, were one of nature’s nerves that sounded at the smallest change in the environment. And if all the inventions of the human spirit were only organic projections, then the power of every polytheistic cult to bless and destroy was an organic projection as well. Just as the soul was a mechanism of the body that looked out from the inside of it and projected out into the world, nature revealed itself to the heathen cults in powerful symbols.
In a confused battle the church bit by bit destroyed the veins through which the blood of the earth flowed in man. It destroyed the unconscious natural selection process of nature that expressed itself in external beauty, strength and nobility. It defended everything that nature wanted to eliminate, that was so powerfully repulsive, filth, ugliness, disease, the crippled and the castrated. The church would have loved it if everyone was castrated, the light extinguished, and the entire earth allowed to be consumed with acid rain. Its only desire, its burning request, was the ardent wish that the recently promised day of judgment would finally come at last.
But the nerves, the veins of blood would not allow themselves to be torn out so easily. Especially in the country folk, those still rooted solidly in the earth. They used every smallest opportunity to return back to their beloved earth gods.
The Christian death rage was directed against the heathen in blood thirsty laws, but the demon, the earth, nature, was indestructible. He went into the forests, hid himself in inaccessible grottos, collected his believers and celebrated crude bacchanals.