My name is Peyton Michael Amedeo, or as I'm better known, P. Michael Amedeo.
Well, I consider myself to be something of an Orthodox Christian. I try to be anyway, but the ever-pervasive influence of what is demonic upon this world certainly has left me in separation from the Lord Jesus Christ more times than I would like to admit. Though, I try to attend an Orthodox parish every Sunday. I suppose nobody can claim to be anything more than a "trying Christian", as we all fall short before His grace and glory, and there's something so heartwrenchingly tragic about this, that God extends His most perfect and eternal love only for we, the human beings, to reject this love and harden our hearts, which will only leave us in eternal, spritual agony. I try to apply the very principles of Christianity, and participate in God as scrupulously as I can, though admittedly, I have failed, and I must atone before the Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord and my God. I find my sins to be so disappointing, that I forsake God so much, and damn myself to hellfires for what? For that anger? For that lust? I pray to my Lord to empower me against these temptations, of my own sinful will and of the temptation of demons. The Enemy is empowered by my temptations, against my better moral judgement, and I have become very acquianted with the guilt of one who has hardened his heart before his Lord, something quite deserved, as it seems like I barely try to maintain a relationship with God, and retreat into a secular lifestyle of anger and lust, my faith relegated to a rational recognition of the truth of Jesus Christ, and a rational acceptance of Christian orthodoxy, and certainly the public zeal, yet it seems like the only times I ever pray is on Sunday in the church I frequent. Whenever I pray, I feel so empty-headed, as if I am insincere in my prayers, treating God as a genie, rather than my Lord, which leaves me destitute, spiritually. I rarely fast; all of this contributes to my rational acceptance of Christianity as a fact, while seemingly neglecting the aspect of faith, true, internal, personal faith, rather than a simple affirmation of a truth claim. I first entered the Church as an inquierer due to being convinced by evidence and reasoning, yet my mind is so gluttonous for lists and rules to affirm that I have left my heart unsated.
- Reading
- Writing
- Listening to music
- Watching shows and movies
- Sleeping
- October Tide
- No Fun at All
- Keys to the Astral Gates and Mystic Doors
- Dracula
- EdelweiSS
- Black Magick SS
- GutterSkull
- Curta'n Wall
Is it not obvious? The righteous opposition to the forces of modern wickedness, most manifested in the modern celebration of sodomy, of communism, and the enthronement of the State of Israel and the Jewish blasphemies against the Lord Jesus Christ.
I like a lot of things. I find the sort of downer rock of Blue Öyster Cult, and Warlord (not the power metal band), and Black Sabbath, but I also like black metal, like Goatmoon, Saidan, GutterSkull, Fugitive Wizard, et cetera. I adore the Swedish punk scene, especially No Fun at All, as much as I adore the Gothenburh melodeath scene. I also enjoy the classics, like Michael Jackson, ABBA, Queen, The Human League, David Bowie. I like a lot of things. I don't listen to "everything", but I listen to a lot of things. Recently, I've become acquianted with Al Bird Dirt, so I've been listening to that. I like a lot of things. Big thanks to DEATH FETISH for getting me into bands like EdelweiSS, Hermetic Occult Grimoire, Dracula, Svampe Alkemi, and Black Magick SS. I love EdelweiSS in particular, especially Night of the Long Pipes, and Kento, the new album, is pretty good, especially Tulpa. Oh what album has "Witchdoctor" on it? It totally eludes my mind, because I'm more familiar with it on compilations, but it is my favorite EdelweiSS song, with "White Flower Power" being up there as well. I am a huge EdelweiSS fan. Though I don't know if I'm familiar with all of their albums, there's always more to know, but I am familiar with a lot of their albums, and compilation albums, which I harbor the proclivity to indulge in absentmindedly, which is somewhat of a bad habit, as I cannot truly be familiarized with the albums by name. I love the acoustic track on the end of Behind Our Masks.