SOUTH BEACH
HOME OF ANCIENT PAGAN RITES?

I live in quite possibly one of the most, yet unknown, Satanic areas of the world. All week long, Sunday all the way to next Sunday and on and on... ad infinitum, hundreds of thousands of teens and adults are involved in some sort of Black Mass or devil worship. The best and most interesting part of it all, is that they don't even know it.
I am speaking of that wonderful two mile by half mile stretch known in Miami as South Beach. Yes, that's right, I'm talking about club culture.
Not since the times of pagans, druids or shamans have so many people gathered together to worship at the altar of hedonism. This ritual which most of humanity only reserves for the weekend is practiced throughout the entire week here. Like ancient rites held in clandestine halls and out of the way places, the attraction of some of these clubs is exactly the same as the attraction to pagan rituals. Animalistic intensity, altered states of mind, dancing, sexual energy, etc.
The nights begin the same, leaving behind the world of sun and light to descend into a world of darkness and night. Gathering at one particular favorite or hoping around from place to place, we feel the atmosphere of supercharged intensity. Alcohol, LSD, X, cocaine, mescaline, or marijuana are ingested to fuel the celebrants dive into the realm of debauchery. The High Priest (aka D.J.) spins the crowd into a whirlwind of sweating, screaming mass of frenzied bodies, which sway to the pounding tribal-trance of house, techno, acid, and drum-n-bass. The celebrants dance with either more intoxicants or their magic mojos (i.e.- glowsticks, whistles, hand drums). As the night progresses, the crowd becomes more and more entwined with the unselfconscious that is their ego leaving their bodies. Dancefloor becomes a word of the past, as revelers dance on tables, chairs, hallways, bars, etc. Sex becomes a more open and accepted form of expression as bodies rub back and forth. The little light here is only the illumination of strobes, lasers and cigarettes. Time is suspended so long as the music plays. The orgy to Satan has only begun.
This is much more Satanic than rock-n-roll, and as a Satanist, I should know! For years Christian idiots have been pointing fingers at the rock industry for being Satan's puppet, but matter of fact, the hardest drugs, best sex, and wildest times were had at disco clubs in the 70s. Since it went unchecked, it became the wonderful Bohemian paradise it is now. At a rock concert you sit (very seldom dance) and pray to (or praise) the god on stage, similar to Christianity. In the club scene you go wild and attend to the god within yourself, very similar to what Anton LaVey said Satanism is all about.
The temple (club) would be empty though if it were not for its two main deities, intoxicants and music. Bacchus, also called Dionysus, is the god of alcohol and intoxicants who is worshipped almost regularly and whom are force to become terrifyingly primal. Then there is Apollo, the god of music who's pounding electronic beats push dancers towards an even deeper trance, while frequencies in the music can trigger the release of endorphins in the brain.
In one trance CD you can find more sex, sophistication and power than ten CDs full of some of the lost souls who are still fumbling with guitars and lyrics. With these two gods next to you, whether at a club or in your room, it is only a small step forward into a brave new world.
So next time you're out, and some fool laughs at you for liking techno or going to clubs, take a little pity on them, for they are living in the past and are denying themselves of a world that knows absolutely no boundaries. Remember, time is suspended so long as the music plays, and here on South Beach... it will play on into eternity.