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Zach Black Owner

Hey folks. I need your help with something. I need to speak with Anton LaVey son Satan Xerxes Carnaki LaVey. The rightful inheritor to the church of Satan. Last I heard he lives in southern California, where I live. I wish to light a fire under his ass . He will be turning 25 in a couple years. That is the age LaVey wanted him to be high priest. 

Maybe he does not care. IDK. But, I am willing to find out. I heard he is involved with I need his contact info. Or even his mothers Blanche Barton... although I am pretty sure she will not talk to me. Worth a shot. ..

Zach Black Owner
   Well I made it and gave my presentation which you can find on my facebook. Once I figure out how to get it on youtube I then can post it here. Here is a link to it on facebook. 

Zach Black Presentation

The event was great. Some bumps in the road which is to be expected. Lots of egos colliding. Was great meeting everyone. Some of you it was a long time in the making. 

For more pictures check out the photo gallery. I will make a album with all the pictures. 

Zach Black Apr 16 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic international network, zach black

This isn't as shocking as it sounds. While you read the title correctly, some may have inferred a different meaning than intended. No, Bruce Wayne isn't gay.[1] Instead this refers to a long-time in-joke involving the fact I came out of the bat cave years ago by revealing the secret identity of the caped crusader -- ME! ME, MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM BATMAN!!!

I'll let that sink in. 

So, yeah. I'm Batman. Not Mr. Bruce (ohhhhh my parents are dead) Whine. It's me. I'm Batman. Does this make sense? Are we on the same page? No? Oh well, fuck it. Here's how the damn thing got started: 

Yes, that is a bra on my head. I'll wait while you watch it again.

Heh. :) 

This video was made as part of a stupid social-chain game that people played on Youtube back in the day. It was played like this:

1. Someone makes a video giving their opinions on a range of subjects.

2. The person tags people they know in the video description.

3. Those people who are tagged make videos giving their opinions of the same topics and tag people they know.

4. And the whole thing spreads through the YT network like social cancer.

And one bright and shining day this game was peacefully travelling through YT netizens, minding it's own business, until Hatesfury tagged me.  (Hows Hatesfury doing these days, anyway?)

Heh :)

What could I do but give my most valid opinion on each of the subjects, which, as you know by now is universally :


Don't worry. If you're still confused, I promise that the plot will thin shortly.

The reason why I revealed my secret identity is because it's the most valid answer I could give -- which is to say, not at all. There's no reason for me to have an opinion on any of them simply because some other people do.

It's like Jesus. A Christian recruiter expects you to already know who Jesus is when he asks you "Do you know Jesus?" He wants to get your current opinion so he can get a baseline to change it. What's fun to do and totally fucks their day and brain is when you steal any possible validity from the recruiter by shifting the frame or playing dumb. 

Shifting the Frame: "Jesus?  Do you know him, too? (Recruiter smiles and says yes.) The crackhead down the street? HE OWES ME MONEY!!" (Recruiter becomes sorry to bother you, assures you he made a mistake,  and rushes off to more important matters he suddenly remembered at just that moment.)

Playing Dumb: "Jesus who?" 

Playing dumb is more effective than logic to get people to realize how ludicris they really sound. Why? They have to explain these beliefs, from scratch, to a grown and reasonable person.

Recruiter: Uh, you know, Jesus. He died for you.

Me: I'm sorry to hear he died, but I don't have a clue who you're talking about. (cue sideways look)

Recruiter: You know, Jesus Christ. Our lord and savior who died for your sins?

Me: I said I don't know who you're talking about. Are you from here? We have a president. And I'm not a princess who needs to be saved by ... the death of someone else for my ... sins? 

Recruiter: Uh... 

At this point the recruiter's mind is racing, trying to think one step ahead, desperately checking and double checking that what he's about to say to make sure it doesn't sound crazy. (See, better than logic.)

Recruiter: Uh...

(long, awkward seconds pass)

Recruiter: Uh...

Me: Well, it's been uh.... bye. (cue: walking away.)


So what's all this got to do with freethinkin'? I'll get to that in a second. 

First, what most people call freethinkin' is nothing of the sort. It's more like using the word as an excuse to not think at all. They point, scoff, and say "That's stupid. I know because I'm a freethinker!" Those fuckers are about as freethinking as parrots.

So, what is this freethinking thing anyway? I found this definition:

"A freethinker is defined as a person who forms his own opinions about important subjects (such as religion and poltics) instead of accepting what others say."

Do you see the flaw there? Read it again.

Ok, it's challenge time. The prize: 50 kudos each..

The first challenge: Describe the obvious flaw in so-called "freethinkin',"

I'll give you a hint. Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy) points to the answer by introducing concepts with the following language: "It's a popular and important fact that..."

First answer gets all 50 kudos

The second challenge. (Also 50 kudos to first answer.)

Why is "I'M BATMAN!" an appropriate opinion to each subject in my video?.


1. I know, because I'm from the future. 

Hartnell Nov 12 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: batman

Satanism is an elitist religion, make no mistake about it. It is uncompromisingly 100% elitist with zero shit or fluff to fuck up the mix.

We're so damn elitist that we even have a special term for ourselves -- the alien elite. Aren't we all special snowflakes? Right, get your doc martins and let's start goose steppin'!

It's really nothing like that.

Even though Satanism is absolutely hardcore in it's elitism, what it means to be elite is:

* having your shit together

* not doing anything half-assed

* being relentless in self-mastery

* constantly pushing our skills at the edge

There is no room for being a douche who lives hiding behind the pretense of being 'better' than other people. Someone is better than someone else or they're not in an objective practical sense -- they're more skilled at something. For example, a person is more accurate at shooting a bow than someone else or not.

And, even though someone is really good at something, it doesn't mean that there's a demand for it. Therefore, it's possible to be elite and completely useless at the same time. The point of elitism is all around potency in whatever a satanist chooses to do.

There's no room to act superior (unless it is superior action). Actually, this kind of behavior weakens the potency of elitism. It's like lovingly polishing a turd at the expense of sharpening a katana. No only would such an elitist 'lose it because they didn't use it', they have all the charm of being covered in shit.

Summing up, Satanism is hardcore, but not a license for a satanist to take his nose from the grindstone and shove it up in the air.

Shawn Oct 20 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanism, alien elite, elitism, katana, turd
My name is Velna, I'm new here everyone... So allow me shout out a great hello to all! This Website seems like a most interesting place. I feel like I've just arrived at a fascinating vacation destination. I cannot wait to explore and hopefully learn. Learning is my favorite thing to do. 

My interests include devil worship, magic, fun, the art of comedy and mass media. I truly enjoy a good argument that allows for respectful debate. I may hate what you say but I'll never hate you. ...
Velna Jul 17 '16 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 2 · Tags: devil worship, karla lavey, magic, satanism
Danniel Ford
When your enemies' only strength is violence make it so they will have to use it against you at your time of choosing. This way you can set up their downfall well in advance, and when it happens exploit the circumstances to your full advantage. Allow it to look as if they won the battle to actually win the war. Before the actual confrontation use all your manipulation skills to appear the innocent victim while all the while gradually antagonizing and provoking your enemy to make the fatal error at the right time. You will have to do some planning, study the environment and its inhabitants and their schedules. Know who's where and when. This way you will be able to set the perfect trap and once it is sprung you must have no mercy on your prey. You must then ensure that they are taken down for good, so fallow through on all your responsibilities afterwards and finish them off even if it makes you seem cowardly, unfair, and unmanly. At this point fuck appearances, the only thing that counts is victory. And remember, it is the victors who write the history. So after the war is won and the enemy is disposed you'll have plenty of time to alter the facts so as to appear the brave, honorable hero. Hahaha
Danniel Ford Sep 12 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: violence, justice, revenge
Quick question for anyone who can help with any suggestions about invocating satan and the possibly that it went wrong?
Alwayzfaded1 Jul 10 '17 · Comments: 2
Zach Black Owner

Dread -

I have this weird feeling. A feeling that something bad is going to happen at anytime. Strange feeling. Not a pleasant on either. It is that feeling that ' something is in the air ' . I can not put my finger on it.

i could be picking up ' vibes ' from someone else close to me. I thinking I need t make my rounds and check in with everyone close. My older brother just got outta pycheward today. He was having suicidal thoughts. That could be it.

All I really know is I have only had a few glasses of wine. That is not enough to sound the alarm. I can feel the pressure physically to. Something, somewhere is about to go down that will affect me in a drastic way.... that is the feeling I have.

Zach Black May 9 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic international network, zach black
Okay I have no idea if anyone else came up with anything remotly similar but this one just happened to have poped into my head and since people have in one way or another expressed that I can be funny, and honestly I have made people life, seriously it was never any of those fake laughs because they would fall on the floor in laughter. And so here we go...

My right foot has a vaginal yeast infection because she had been cheating on me with my left foot. Aparantly she can't keep her shoe and sock on, especially around my left foot, more so give the fact that my right foot has literaly has every possable v.d. and s.t.d know to man kind and then some. (Sigh) I worry about my left foot, especially after he was molestered back in the eighth grade.

thejefffrye420 Dec 21 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: humer
The left hand path is that part of esoteric mysteries that promises concrete results. It whispers of horrors and pleasures conceived in the magicians mind, which can be spewed forth into the world. Like any tool, this ability can be used to cause harm, restore, or something that isn't quite either of these. I won't go into a full etymological treatise here, but I believe the word sinister means left handed in Latin, and is part of the reason why the path I have described has come to be known as that of the left hand. Those of us who dare to want something in this life and are far too impatient to wait for our stored up treasures were labelled sinister. The left hand itself has an evil connotation because it was customary for guards of the king to check only one side of a possible assassin for weapons, and since most people are right handed, they got into the habit of checking only the corresponding side. Assassins therefore tended to be left handed in order to gain the advantage of not having their hidden daggers taken away. Keep in mind I heard this explanation from a Christian youth pastor, and have done no fact checking, because I think the premise of the post would be moot if I did. It seems like a stretch that guards would never check the right side. In that case even right handed assassins could get through just but wearing their dagger on the right hip. If you do things that even just look sinister, then you can accomplish those things which are sinister. There may be something in that in the way of a lesson for those of us on the LHP, but I won't get further into it here.

Occult means hidden in greek. Again we see some similarity between the Satanist and the words of the categories into which he might fall. Many Satanists are "in the closet" in order to avoid possible negative consequences, or just because they prefer their privacy. In any case, the assassin and the Satanist both must hide as part of their existence. The assassin's work is hidden by necessity, while the Satanist's is hidden mostly out of ignorance, for few people care to learn about his path. Perhaps they are right not to care, because I can't ignore the possibility that everything I think I know about Satanism and the LHP is total bullshit, and there is no benefit at all to what I do. This is a frame of mind necessary to take at every step of your the magical journey, because self deception is the easiest form of magikkk to master. How unfortunate would it be to become an adept in self deception, but deceive oneself so fully that you cannot see how you are doing nothing but deceiving yourself.

The word Satan itself initially carried the meaning of something close to "enemy", or "one who brings temptation." If you have the idea that Satan is a symbol for the self, then you must realize that some part of the self which you allowed yourself to become is an adversary to everything else. You bring temptation to the masses, and evil. What evil is can be fairly subjective. Since I'm not a complete maniac, for my purposes evil means more just things that are condemned by humans. Humans condemn many things which are not damnable, but rather are commendable.

The obvious place to go with this idea is to embrace the absurd, the rebellious, the punk rock. All of those things are well and good, and are a little further from the infamous bell curve human behaviour, especially in certain parts of the world from a lot of behaviour. But even these are just variations on a theme: The consumption of cultural products. I want to be an enemy of much grander things than bad music or derivative art, but if I find nothing else, I guess those will do. I also don't want to fall into the trap of, "Just being an individual" though perhaps that is the greatest height a Satanist can aspire, as hard wired to being a pro-social animal as humans appear to be. Maybe thinking without the influence of the people around you, whispering messages and values into your subconscious ears is the Nirvana of the Satanist. 

If you feel like you have reached the state of mind where none of your decisions are affected at all by those around you, let me know.

SamaelSwine Dec 11 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satan, satanism, human behaviour, individual
Hello to whoever is reading this! Hello and hugs!

I am here because I have trouble connecting with others. I crave genuine, meaningful connections in which I do not have to hide a huge part of my self. I am tired of lying and concealing my beliefs and thoughts. I wish to bond with fellow souls.

I am open to anything real from penpals to coffee shop buds to a new best friend. I have a lot of hobbies. They include writing poetry, plant identification, coin collecting, learning languages, and making stuff. I can keep it light or go as dark as you are willing to take me. Just be genuine and give me the gift of acceptance. I will return what I am given.

I am so happy to have joined this site! I already had the best chat with someone that I've had in months. I am convinced this works. If you took the time to read all this, I am flattered. Feel free to say hi if any of this resonates with you. We might have a lot of fun together.
satanic_survivalist Aug 4 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
When it feels its end approaching, it builds a nest with the finest aromatic woods, sets it on fire, and is consumed by the flames. From the pile of ashes, a new Phoenix arises, young and powerful. It then embalms the ashes of its predecessor in an egg of myrrh, and flies to the city of the Sun, Heliopolis, where it deposits the egg on the altar of the Sun God.

Shh honey. Everything is all right. He woke up shaking and drenched in sweat again. The same disturbing dream over and over again. He can’t swim, never been swimming, always afraid of water. Perhaps, this is why… He’s there, swimming with his wife, in a lake and suddenly something, he doesn’t know what, drags him down to the bottom of the lake, holding him down in an iron grasp. He’s struggling to free himself but in vain. Trying to call his wife but not a word can escape his mouth. That horrible feeling, suffocating, fighting for breath and then… all becomes dark.

I’m sure you’ll get this job. You deserve all the best. I’m so proud of you. He loved Elen. She always reassured him. Now, sitting in the company hall, he was trying to forget his nervousness. There were mirrors on both sides of the hall. Crazy. The boss is watching you, always. Mr Morris, please come in. What a pretty secretary Sir Richardson had. Long blonde hair, abundant breasts and a warm smile. And her legs…

Sir Richardson was explaining the details of the company in the most pedantic and boring manner and Mark was pretending to listen. He was in a too euphoric state to even try to focus on the boss’ monologue. So he did it. His dream became true. HR Manager, Phoenix Tobacco Company – that sounded really cool. This photo? It’s my grandfather. He built this little empire. And Sir Richardson began a long rant about the rather turbulent life of his grandpa, how he was selling cigarettes, went bankrupt during the Great Depression but he managed to get up and started selling cigarettes again. Excuse me? You will understand in time. Many of those smart-asses committed suicide but my grandfather never gave up. They thought they buried him in debts but he outsmarted them all. He was that sophisticated. He had this spark in him that couldn’t be extinguished. So he reinvented himself. The truly immortal men never die.

Are you staying late at work again? And she smiled cunningly, her long blonde hair tickling him as she bent down to kiss him. At least, this is what my wife thinks. And he laughed. Then, they drove to the same cosy motel and made love furiously. No no, he loved his wife. They’d been married for fifteen years. Enough for the routine to break into their lives. He would die for her, nevertheless, and for his daughter. The family was everything to him, honor and duty, but this… with Jane, it was just sex, an adventure, easy done, easy gone. How can I be sure you aren’t doing it with Sir Richardson? Her skin was white and soft like velvet. Don’t be stupid, she laughed, that old fat asshole sickens me, the mere look of him.

It’s time to initiate you into the heart of our business and Sir Richardson led him to the lift at the back of the building. They went a couple of storeys down into what looked like a large basement. The large iron doors opened and Mark saw a dimly lit small room decorated with draped dark blue material. A few of his colleagues were sitting behind the table covered with blue velvet cloth. Don’t worry, ladies and gentlemen, Mark knows you don’t talk about an elephant in the room. And even if you do, nobody sane will believe you. And they all started laughing.

He became more and more frustrated with his job. He worked his ass off for the company but the boss seemed to appreciate his secretary more than him. She got a reward after a reward, a bonus after a bonus. He was damn sure she slept with the boss. They broke up with each other, no more passionate nights at the motel. He’d been feeling bad about it anyway. He was sure his wife didn’t suspect anything but he felt pangs of remorse. And he felt bad about being a part of a swindle and a… criminal. How the hell will he wriggle out of it now? Go to the police? They won’t believe him. No evidence. Another disgruntled former employee trying to shit-talk his boss, they will think. And, most important thing of all, won’t they be seeking revenge?

I’m not lying. I’m telling you. They eliminate competition. If smear campaign doesn’t help, they just kill these people, make it look like an accident or a suicide. It’s all decided in the basement, all draped in blue. They gather there and decide whom to, as they put it, pluck. We’ve already been there, Mr Morris. It’s a normal basement, no blue curtains, they store tobacco there. You don’t understand. I was there with them, took part in it, they cleaned up after themselves. I don’t know what to think of it, Mr Morris, we’ll look into it once again and give you protection just in case. But it won’t harm if you… Have you thought about talking to the psychiatrist?

Mark opened the door and heard sobbing. Honey what’s up? He asked as he took off his coat. The sobbing came from upstairs. He rushed upstairs, the door to their bedroom was left ajar. He opened it and gasped. He and Jane, naked at the motel… their photos… all over the walls. Ho… ho… honey… I…I…I will will explain. It’s not what you think. Elen please… How could you? She was sitting on their bed and sobbing. Who is this woman? How could you? How could you do this to me and our daughter?

It was snowing, beautiful winter  and Sir Richardson’s children were sitting round the Christmas tree, opening their presents when the workers found Mark’s body on the dumping ground. Suicide. He was fired from the job, his wife and daughter left him. He had nothing to live for. Poor chap.

*   *   *

All right. I finished. The written assignment for my doctor is ready. Poor woman is trying to get into the depths of my crazy mind and examine all the dark monsters there. She’s trying to sort it out, guess the reason for my self-loathing. Let her read it if she can make heads and tails of it. Each paragraph is a revelation, all *** of them. Let the bitch do the math. Yeah I know what you think, dear readers. You wonder how much of it is true, if anything. Keep wrapping your head around it.

Anna Jul 13 '15 · Comments: 2 · Tags: dream, story, crime, insanity
EzrelT Chapter Head
In times past that accounted for successive generations over the period, there relatively has been a connection between the 'way to life' and 'characteristic of group persons' who constitute or make up every society.

These invariably which are both captured in the concepts of 'philosophy' and 'psychology', no doubt derive their source from the association of such interpreted modes.

An accurate definitive account, however, might help substantiate the value of such claim, as I shall try to expostulate its truth by a further reference to dictionary definitions of the word Philosophy.

The Oxford dictionary defines philosophy in two ways:

1a. "The search for knowledge and understanding of the nature and meaning of the universe and of human life." This strikes an advanced description of my choice definition and unfortunately lacks the intended grip to grasp the claim, and sadly leaves me the option of descending the stairs of my already embarked diction inquiry.

1b. "A particular set or system of beliefs resulting from the search for knowledge." Still, this lacks my intended quotient from definition.

2. "A set of beliefs or an attitude to life (which best fits my description of way to life) that is a guiding principle for behaviour."

Satanism as a religion, I think, utilizes within its philosophy the tool of practicality in its entirety, and to understand this as to why it does, we must pry into the meaning of the word “pragmatism.”

In philosophy, it is a method and theory of truth. As a method, it resolves metaphysical disputes by requesting practical consequences of any suggested idea.

As a theory of truth, it holds or maintains that ideas are true, so long as they are satisfactory; they are satisfactory so long as they are consistent with other ideas, can conform to facts, and can be subjected to the test of practice and experience.

To students of philosophy, such origin of pragmatism is attributed to Charles Sanders Pierce, who conceived this idea after an exposure to the philosophical writings and works of Immanuel Kant – a German philosopher – particularly in his 'Metaphysics of morals'. Pierce held that “the whole meaning of an idea is determined by its conceivable practical bearings and possible sense effects.” William James when emphasizing the reality of particular sensible experience made a further elaboration on Pierce's philosophy.

Similarly, John Dewey accounted an addition to this school of thought by postulating that the proper use of intelligence is to liberate and liberalize action for the satisfaction of needs. Schiller, emphasized that “philosophy as a theory of life is practical, and not a speculative affair, and that the philosophical method should be scientific and based on experience.” (History of philosophy eastern and western, vol.II, p.336-353. George Allen and Unwin. London.1953. See frank Magill, masterpieces of world philosophy in summary form, p. 779-787. George Allen and Unwin. London.1953).

In further expounding his ideas of pragmatism, Dewey identified concepts and theories as instruments, which he identified as “mental modes of adaptation to reality.” How then does Satanism in its Philosophy adapt to Reality?

To corroborate the philosophical worldview on pragmatism, the ontological perspective of anthropomorphism is nullified and subsequently deemed a fallacy given its inconsistency and non-conforming mode to reality bothering around its principle and system of validation.

Also, Satanism identifies with the concept of non-anthropomorphism as a mental mode and instrument that adapts and conforms to practical reality, when it implies and interprets Satan as being an exteriorized and amplified identity of the dark potential permeated by the individual Satanist. This, indeed, a fact intended specifically to be conveyed in clarification of the 'Satanic Statement', “Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams”, and to be found in the 'Nine Satanic Statements' as codified by Sir Dr. A. Szandor Lavey. (See the nine Satanic Statements).

In essence, every religious view within its scope of deification that ascribes and advocates a metaphysical explanation for whatsoever entity it bears as its symbol of worship, unfortunately tours the contingent, introspective and speculative path of anthropomorphism. It is at this point very necessary to indicate a differentiation between 'Satanism' and 'Devil worship', given that the latter integrates and incorporates the idea of Satan as “an entity” within its practices, and absolutely not a system aligned with Satanism granted such contrasting overview of dogma. The Satanist can thus be said a symbol of practical existence marked with the ultimate significance bestowed deification on individuality.

Without wasting time, I shall then now proceed to expound on Satanism's philosophical foundations duly engraved in its 'basic tenets', for most of its philosophical positions and dogmatic assertions derive grounds principally from the secure and sure strength of its firm foothold.

The philosophy of Individualism in Satanism, I think, is one that shares a basic and acquiescent psychological perspective accounted for in the variations on psychologism, methodological individualism, and transindividualism. Wherein the difference comes is but for the subsequent acquaintance of its interpretation to accommodate a religious philosophy whose implication reduces all aspect of action and responsibility to its individual members. Here, the notion 'action' is linked in way with 'responsibility'.

In cases with references to action, it is in direction of accounting for behaviour in terms of man's desires, intentions and purposes, to which only he is held liable. In synch, such behavioural trends are equally traceable and channelled in line to the generality of interests which derive their source from a composition of individual responsibilities, since it is deemed a dangerous fallacy to attribute to a group a purpose or responsibility of its own which is not that of its individual members.

Individualism on the other hand some have argued, accounts for diversity which is reflective of a dissonance than harmony; a stance which unfortunately amounts to being the reverse as Satanism demonstrates. But then again, how can its truth be illustrated?

A recap of principles employed by philosophers of the pre-Socratic era upon which past and present civilizations take their toll show this in fragments which are translations from Diels and Kranz, Die Fragmente der vorsokratiker.

Heraclitus: the flowing philosophy
8. “What is in opposition is useful, and from different things is the fairest harmony” (and all things arise from strife.) (Aristotle, Nichomachean Ethics viii.1.1155a4.)

51. They do not grasp how what is at variance with itself is in accord: harmony is stretched tension, like that of the bow and lyre. (Hippolytus of Rome, Refutatio omnium Haeresium ix.9.1.)

111. Disease makes health pleasant and good, hunger satiety, weariness rest (lbid.iii.1.177.)

Heraclitus found no fixed unchanging character for being, as opposed to the Ecleatics who sought the principle in unity, but held that all things are in a flux in which opposites are united – “strife is the father of all things” – and unity is constituted by conflict and contradiction.

Also, the Pythagoreans of the time who found the principle of things in numbers, held that the principle of nature are numbers, which they conceived as sensible entities rather than abstractions, whose elements and therefore of all things are basic contraries like odd and mean, limited and unlimited, one and many. Another was Anaxagoras who reverted from both finite and infinite sensible principles and a single intelligible principle to seek infinite sensible principles. Democritus also sought the infinite principles in the atoms, which move and congregate into larger composites, and collide with each other in the void. The Sophists on the other hand placed thought in the phenomenal framework of the experience of man subsequently conditioned by his perspective and emotion, which lead them to express scepticism concerning changeless being, eternal truths, and in general what is figured to transcend experience. (See western psychology. G & L. Murphy.)

From such adequate account, it therefore can be posited thus that 'harmony' is simply a blend or composition of Opposites or variances. This is in tone with that reflected of a system manned by individualism, bringing to attention a pertinent issue as 'proselytizing' which Satanism disapproves, and subsequently a standpoint which derives its footings from within such conclusive and inseparable role of harmony, duly emphasized in the ninth Satanic Statement “Satan has been the best friend of the church for it has kept it in business over the years.” This stands a fact that needs no changing whatsoever given such frontier views and conventions. Now, is it thus not vivid as to why the aspect of “group hugs” not being a part of the repertoire, or the refutation of the “Evil” status a question which interferes with the swift backstage act of Satanism.

Individualism, I think, further, is the first response assumed in direction of the pronunciatum “I am, I exist” or if you like it plainly the Descartes' way, 'Cogito ergo sum', translated as “I think I am, therefore I think I exist.” Meaning, if we must come to grips with the philosophy of nature and its reality, we then must accommodate a psychology whose constructs are structured after principles upon which confident assertions are given based on one's own existence.

This desire to further devise such confident assertions reside basically on sound observations and reasonable deductions of the reality of itself, figuratively assumed to be the “I”, a denotation of the first individual (person) singular – a path way to “GREATER MAGIC.”

Such thoughts as they exist possess an endearing conscious process which in turn yields and proves the existence of enduring substances as the Ego, Self, the first individual (person) singular that subsequently remains unchanged. In other words, while “Individualism” has going for it a Self-reliant psychology, the philosophy of Satanism bestows it the confidence of vital existence.

To further proceed, philosophers and scientists – Stoics and Epicureans – of the Hellenistic age, a period after the death of Alexander the great, devoted much attention to seeking foundations for inquiries in preliminary determination of standards by which truth and probability are ascertained and thus certified. Such philosophic inquiry whose problems are reflected along new lines, such as the problems of moral and ethics, led to a reorientation and expansion of inquiries into the nature of the passions and emotions. Conception for the Stoic on the function of the mind labeled the passions “perturbations” and the study of these a necessary subordinate of a moral system in which the influence of the perturbations of the mind is controlled or eliminated by reason and duty.

The seventeenth century saw Descartes in his 'treatise on the passions' apply the scientific method to the passions. Though distinct the procedures were of coming to such fulfillment, it must not be ignored that such inspirations are derived from elaboration of Stoic schematisms for the classification and enumeration of the passions.

In retrospect, the Epicureans on the other hand bore the conviction of virtue being in accordance with man's own nature. This objective can be obtained if fear and ignorance – particularly fear of the gods and ignorance of the nature of the world – were reduced or eliminated, since man would then act in response to natural forces rather than to the suppressive and inhibitive whims of anxiety and superstition. For them, the object of such achievement and criterion of success was indulgence. (See THE STOICS AND THE EPICUREANS: THE WAY TO LIVE. R.P. Mckeon.)

Despite these historical accounts, it is observed to this day that many still bear cuffs of ignorance and fear whose influence extends to acts and responses which go way beyond individual apprehension, and mostly monitored by the enslaving grip of abstinence promoted by traditional belief systems.

Indulgence as a Satanic virtue, I think, is a standard patterned after the Phantasia kataleptike of the individual whose lustful cravings are aimed at physical, mental upliftment or emotional gratification duly extolled by a submission of will in distinctions marked of a subtle mind. Its process is simply an apprehension of natural presentations – an aspect aligned with “LESSER MAGIC” - that reflect “fancy” coined from impressions which are cast subsequently by the spontaneity of imagination.

At this point, if we are to recall properly the principle of social Darwinism in the religious play of Satanism, one which aligns with the principle of societal transition taking it source of explanation from the scientific and evolutionary principle of the transmutation of species, implies an agreement with the maxim (though some might want to pass it for paradoxical which is not so the case) of “man being just another animal on all fours.” This in accord with the seventh Satanic Statement sees man as possessing the animal propensity from attachment to cravings that duly need to be exercised to fulfil his carnal desires; and none that Satanism denies or interferes with when codifying the Satanic Statement “Satan represents indulgence not abstinence!”

If we agree to, and accept the explanations and constructs of social Darwinism, then we may as well play along and see man just as another animal. If man is then another animal, this endows him with innate cravings and desires that must be satisfied by virtue of indulgence. If we are to accept the premises, then must we embrace the conclusion!
EzrelT Oct 9 '14 · Comments: 2
Zach Black Owner
Welcome new member Johnny Watts and Madalyn Magnuson!

Zach Black Sep 29 '14 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic interntional network
dick skeet

“can you make me a list of good, knowledgeable left-hand path *satanic* books?”

Just received this Facebook DM a moment ago.

To me,

this is a very PROFOUND question;

one that goes WAY beyond any “list” I could possibly make.

CAN- are you able to?

YOU- me, my rational self: objective and subjective.

MAKE- manifest, conjure, create, communicate.

ME- My target audience, a Facebook friend with his own ideas, beliefs, etc…

A LIST- a compilation of books leading to enlightenment for him, my target audience.

GOOD- well written, authoritative, definitive.

LEFT HAND PATH- definition of which would be his

SATANIC- of or pertaining to satan.

Implied in his question:

can you make me a list which if I read it will give me what I am TRULY seeking:


XXXX being HIS personal definition of enlightenment.

XXXX- money, power, sex, etc…

My answer: YES.



if YOU want MY LIST,

it’s gonna come with some explanation,


the LIST in itself will do YOU no good.

Where to begin?

When I was in high school,

I joined the wrestling team.

One of the first moves all wrestlers learn:

the half nelson. 

A half nelson is an effective way of turning an opponent onto his back.

Excitedly we learned the move,

and used the move.


we learned how to counter the half nelson;

(it’s easy to counter.)

As a result,

a half nelson became a move that was only effective against someone inexperienced;

useless against an experienced opponent.

Many wrestlers give up on the half nelson.

I never did;

made it work fairly well.

In my second year I learned how to wrestle freestyle.

High school wrestling is folkstyle,

freestyle is another form,

slightly more dangerous.

I wanted to learn freestyle primarily because it gave me competition in the off season.


I had a new mentor,

this old bastard named Joe.


crusty old guy,

tough as nails,

mean as a snake.

In his youth he had gone to the olympics.

During the first day of practice,

he wanted to show us how to do a half nelson.

Many laughed.

Everyone in the room was experienced,

most in the gym had given up on the move.

Although no one said it,


many in the room felt the half nelson a WORTHLESS move. 

Joe: “Why did you laugh?”

A kid named Sean replied,

“I think everyone laughed because we all know the half nelson;

it doesn’t work.”

Joe: “Let me show you how to make it work.”

Joe proceeded to demonstrate his VARIATION of the power half nelson…

Joe: “The way to make a half nelson work is with pain.

If your opponent feels physical pain,

they will BEND to your will.”

Joe demonstrated how to get leverage on the opponent;

to put so much PRESSURE on an opponent’s head and neck:

they had no choice but to turn, (YIELD).


in that spirit,

the spirit of giving you something you can actually fucking USE,

something that actually fucking WORKS,

I give you MY list.


wait a minute.

I skipped a step.

You see I could give you a list,

and all the reasons why,


if you don’t trust ME,

don’t feel I’m an AUTHORITY,

my list won’t work for you.

Who the FUCK am I?

I’m THAT guy.

I earned a bunch of money using “satanic” knowledge.

Why am I telling you this?

To impress you?

IDGAF about impressing you.

Who the fuck are you?

My goal in writing this is for SELFISH reasons.

You see,

i’ve made my money;

I’m fucking set.

I’ve got my pussy;

in abundance,

on tap.

ANYTHING I desire:

I create,


manifest with ease.

My SELFISH goals:

1. To help YOU make it to the next level.


Because that makes my dick hard,

to see someone put my knowledge to their benefit makes me happy.

2. To become a SUCCESSFUL author.

Last month over 1000 copies of my books were downloaded,

I want more.

If I can help you,

even for FREE,

you WILL help me.

3. To create something I’m proud of,

a blog post that hopefully you read and benefits others.

Wait a minute.

Hold on.

I can hear some of you mumbling,

“You don’t sound Satanic.”


Why did Lavey write HIS book?

Open up HIS church?

What is SATANIC?

My definition:



for the purpose of making yourself more POWERFUL. 


“Rational Selfishness” as codified by Ayn Rand in The Virtue of Selfishness. 

In essence,

the core of Satanic thought:

that which benefits the self.


from this BASE,

what are the best SATANIC books?


I could talk about books on majik,

usually written by lunatics and drug addicts.


if you want to be like them,

there’s the door,

don’t let it hit you on the vagina on the way out. 

Am I saying to only read books by people whom you want to EMULATE?



success leaves clues,

as does failure.

When you read anyone’s work,

keep your BRAIN ON,

if it makes sense:

try it.

If it works:

use it. 

If you want SUCCESS:




the DESIRES of your heart;

let me SUGGEST another "satanic" LIST.

The first book I’d suggest is:

The Tao of Jeet Kune Do.

This is a book about martial arts,


it’s also a philosophy about the quest for ENLIGHTENMENT.

The thesis:

Do not be afraid to look anywhere for knowledge.

Learn ALL you can,

accept what WORKS for YOU.

if you apply THIS THESIS to ANYTHING you will become a MASTER,


If you wanted to teach someone how to fight,

what would be your first lesson?

Imagine it.

What would your first class look like?

Now imagine your first day of class,

Jonah Hill,

the fat one in Superbad shows up:

did you prepare the right lesson?


a fat,

out of shape,

white bread,

Twinkie eating ball of mush REQUIRES a different lesson,

than someone who’s big and strong,


short and fast.

Once you accept that mastery REQUIRES carving your OWN path,

finding your OWN way,


I’d suggest reading the following with a CRITICAL eye.

To repeat:

When you read ANYONE’S work,

keep your BRAIN ON,

if it makes sense:

try it.

If it works:

use it.

To finish my introductory list of SATANIC books,

I’d suggest reading ALL the following:

Ayn Rands works:

Atlas Shrugged

The Fountainhead

The Virtue of Selfishness


This is the core of OBJECTIVISM,

the philosophy of SELFISHNESS.


to finish off my list:

The Richest Man In Babylon.

Think and Grow Rich.

Rich Dad Poor Dad.

How to Win Friends and Influence People.

The Greatest Salesman in the World.

Anthony Robbins Personal Power 2.

To me,

this is a good STARTING point.

See where it leads.

PS: I've written "SATANIC" books as well.

dick skeet Aug 5 '14 · Comments: 2

All scientific research taken as a whole is an attempt to reverse engineer the universe.


Reverse engineering, as you might suspect, is the reverse of engineering. 

Engineering is the art and science of creating something which performs a function: you need to hold up the weight of a bridge so you engineer a column with the right width and depth to hold the weight you need at the proper height.

Reverse engineering is the art and science of determining the structure which performs a function: you see the the bridge, know that something needs to hold it up, then look below and lo and behold there's a column. ( If you were monkey-wrenching, you'd then proceed to blow it up and see if the bridge comes down, but that's another post. )

There are two flavors of reverse engineering -- 'open box' and 'black box'. 

Open box reverse engineering is where you can see directly see the structure, either by looking directly at it or by having some other kind of direct perception -- a microscope, radio telescope, fMRI -- you get the picture.

In this kind of reverse engineering, you can just observe whatever it is in action and if necessary do some simple tinkering directly with it's structure to figure out how it works.

Black box reverse engineering refers to working with structure you can't see and have to work with it indirectly. (And this, my friends, is where it starts to get really fun. )

The academic black box is just a black box with any number of inputs and any number of outputs, usually pictured like this:

Inputs ---> [Black Box] ---> Outputs

In this post, I'm going to cover some well known black boxes which have only outputs. I'll cover inputs in a later post, because my main objective here is to give a clear idea about what a black box exactly is.

Astrophysicists mainly work with black boxes simply for the fact that most of what they study are at least several light years away and so there's no way to get to what they're studying and even if they did, it's impossible to get a look inside something like a star or a black hole.

Instead, they study the outputs of their black boxes, outputs like the qualities of light coming from a white dwarf and the gravitational pull of a black hole. 

( Actually, in the second case, it's a long chain of outputs. Since they can't measure the gravitational pull of a black hole they measure the mass and speed of the stars orbiting it. Since they can't directly do that, they measure the qualities of the light coming from those stars. The chain looks like this :

Light from the stars indicate

-- their mass and speed of orbit which indicate

---- the mass of the black hole [box] which indicates

------ something about the structure of the black hole itself )

In other cases, like the study of geologists, the black box doesn't exist as one whole thing in one place but as a series of processes over time, but luckily the outputs (rocks) are easy to study. For example, a geologist can look at a rock and tell you it was initially formed in a volcano, then moved by glaciers where it wound up under the sea for a few thousand years, finally to find itself in a desert, where you found it and brought it to him. ( If there's anything that geologists like to see it's not a new kind of rock, but an indicator of a process they haven't seem before. )

My favorite black box is the human mind. Everything someone says or does is an output, and as Banachek pointedly pointed out: "you can't not communicate". This leads into some seriously fun 'lesser magic' involving outputs few people pay attention to ( not body language, but that's fun too. ), but I'll have to leave that for another post.

Shawn Aug 3 '14 · Comments: 2 · Tags: mad science, reverse engineering, black box
Zach Black Owner
Bumped from the forums.

So, I need a new lap top computer. My original Compaq will not boot pass the red splash screen, had a broken hinge for the screen and a bad dvd drive. It is 4 years old.

My back up Sony Viao has this mysterious problem of shutting off whenever it feels like it. Even when it is cold. Well finally the old girl just will not turn on anymore.

Time to put both of em down. They have many miles on em. I will salvage em for parts.

I am looking to buy a second hand lap top at a decent price. If you are like me you probably have/had a stack in your closet. I just need to know the specs and if there is anything wrong with it.

Or, if you have one you are willing to donate I will pay the shipping. Actually I will pay the shipping on one I buy or a used one.

My other route is to go here for 229.00
Zach Black Nov 3 '14 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic international

We are easily confused with the term “sin” because of 2000 years of indoctrination by the Christian regime; when we are called sinners we are told that we are breaking divine moral laws or the will of God.  In the realm of Satanism, sins are not dogmatic where Satan will hunt us down for our insolence, but situational that they have their own consequences.  The Nine Satanic Sins are not preferences or fetishes of Satan, but merely the natural action and reaction of the world we live in, which makes it true wisdom.  The nature of the world we live in is transactional where we give and take most often for goods and/or services.  The dogma of the Christian world applies to the wants of and needs of the Christ, or because “Jesus said so”, not because there is any real merit to the commands of this white-lighter deity.

            What we do in any given situation will determine the outcome, whether it is good for us or have a negative effect.  In the case of the Satanic Sin of self-deceit, if an individual tells himself the speed limit is 60mph rather than 15mph in a school zone he will undoubtedly come to an end of a speeding ticket or even a vehicular manslaughter charge by the end of the day.  Solipsism is an example of a situation where both Christians and Satanists can relate to, but it is the Satanist that is warned to steer clear of those that have a history of burning us and we are encouraged to give back what is given to us, whether positive or negative.  The purpose of one’s pride is to command you to be excellent, and polish your work with perfection; however if your work is so imperfect because you wish to be so different and outside of the box it is up to you to realize the error of your ways and acknowledge the work of those that have come before you as being prudent.  The true wisdom of the Satanic Bible is that it is a self-sustaining, self-sufficient, self-fulfilling belief system that Satan himself doesn’t have to micro-manage and hand out a “righteous judgment” (for lack of a better term), because the consequences are the nature of this world we live in.

            The laws of the Christian God are merely things he would prefer to have happen, in turn this is damaging to the natural order of the animals we are and because he feels he is the Almighty ruler of the universe he feels he can deny or change the natural order of the human animal in any way he sees fit. Satan will not go around punishing those who love their enemies because one’s enemy will make it perfectly clear to the forgiving party that it is not a good idea taking the “higher road.”  The nature of the world is like the wilderness of Africa where one cannot count on God, whoever He is to you, to tuck you in at night making sure you have had a decent meal before the sun goes down.  It is clear that the Christian God is the impersonal entity that you must be warned about, because it would benefit you much more to listen to your natural instincts of survival and run away from the large animal trying to devour you than it would to quiver in the corner and pray for Jehovah to send the predator on another path.  The Left Hand Path is not the personal fetishes of Satan, but only the truth that even He cannot deny nor escape from.

            Life in general is a winter earned and a summer spent, where every meal was an exchange of a few blisters and a lot of sweat for a meal and a bed.  If you become rich and famous, long will the days be forgotten where you can walk down to your favorite taco truck and have a peaceful meal with your girlfriend without someone trying to get a quote, an autograph, and a picture of you stuffing your face.  Should you become an elementary teacher, count on wiping a few noses during the winter and dealing with children that for some reason like the taste of Elmer’s Glue.  The glamorous life of a Kickboxer won’t feel so glamorous after a few broken noses and a strained right bicep.  Our existence generally speaking is a trade, our vocations and passions sometimes come with territory that won’t be so kind in return.

            In the eyes of the Christ-God, we will always be sinners because in the measurement of His bible, survival is not considered a virtue.  Jesus will never account for the times you took care of yourself and denied a stranger a meal because you needed to eat and consider it a “good thing”.  Satan will not punish you because your heart was broken by your wife who you knew was cheating on you.  The dogma of the Christ is now facing something more powerful and forceful than His will of how he himself wishes things would be, but the kingdom of the real, where the lion will not lay down with the lamb, and cats and dogs will not get along, but the pure primal nature of the animal who is willing to survive.  Let the fog lift now that we know the meaning of “sin” and the meaning of “transaction” and what it means to survive in a world full of conditions.

In case anyone is interested, my girlfriend just started making Baphomet, Lucifer, and other custom rosaries.

She just opened an Etsy at

and her FaceBook page for these designs is at

I've been converting all my LHP sigils and necklaces to rosaries through her since I've seen her designs.  I totally love them and thought maybe others might too so I had to share in case you like them!! \m/

tgmondalf Jul 9 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: custom, sigil, lucifer, baphomet, rosary, satanic

I just thought I'd introduce myself, as I'm new here.  I go by GriffonDour, online, but my real name's Chris.  I'm more of a Spiritual Satanist,  but I have respect for everyone's beliefs and choices.  I love all animals, but cats are my absolute favorite.  I'm looking to educate myself and make friends, male and/or female, either and all cool with me

I'm kind of quiet, I don't really like parties and a bunch of mayhem, I prefer to spend time wit my cat and the only two family members I'm really close with.  I'm on the computer as much as possible, but if I'm not, feel free to leave a message for me, and I'll get back to you.  I live in Maryland.  Thanks for reading this, and I apologize if this isn't the proper place to post introductions.


satanschild2030 May 18 '15 · Comments: 2
EzrelT Chapter Head
Through life's dreary moment, be warmth for me

In times of hopelessness, be my strength

When all else fails, pave a path of refuge

In pain, soothe my wounds

When lost, come to my rescue

Let your radiance illuminate and compliment the darkness in me

In your lair I draw courage

Not even the tempest of mockery and scorn shall force me to bow to that which I so despise

Your presence draws forth honour; a threshold which seeks out only the noble

Scorch me till all imperfection drips out of my veins

Let thine torment release the floodgates of divine wisdom from within me

Cause thine essence to build a fortress that is safety from the onslaught of my weaknesses

Teach me thy precepts, that I might shun ignorance

Let thy temperance be my counsel, so I might flee every snare of ruin.

- RexDiaboli
EzrelT Dec 3 '14 · Rate: 4.33 · Comments: 2
I often wondered what I could come up with as far as writing an initiation ceremony for a "group like" setting. The following is what I came up with byt first some prefatory notes are needed.

This ceremony is derived from a couple of major different sources. One being the 1st and third initiation ceremonies of Freemasonry, or atleast the first as performed, in part in a History Channel documentary about Freemasonry and the other as perpetuated by detractors. This latter part can be observed in the Covens' performance of the Satanic Mass, which is where I lifted muchh of this litany, but the throught cuting and the gut ripping out dates back, as far as I know, to Masonry but I am not a mason nor do I have any direct connection to any lodge past or present. So one could say that Coven was a source for this ceremony and they would be correct. Also I quote H.P. Lovecraft in this one as well.

Also I want to make clear that the throught cutting and what not is only ment here as imagery and nothing more then another giant middle finger to the Masons in as much as I am sure as they as any group have there Fred Phelps and other self rightiuse ass holes that we have yet to become aware of. This part of the litany is NOT intended to be taken literally.

Now if a group wanted to perform this by the book, please feel free to modify this to your own ends, here is what is required:

1) Altar - This my be a nude altar or a simple platform.

2) Black Robes or Clothing - This applies more to the congregation, a congregation is not a prerequisite.

3) The Worshipful Master Dress - The priest/ess acting in position of the W.M dresses in the usual dress as such but with satanic symbology as oppose to Masonic.

4) Sword or Dagger - to be used for magical purposes, in this case the invocations.

5) Phallus - To place the blessings of Hell upon those in attending.

6) A person dressed as Jewish Rabbi, an Evangelical dressed person, and another dressed as a Islamic I mmam (the more sacred characters, i.e Moses, Christ, Muhammad etc.) the better, butt what ever helps as far as visual imagery.

7) A black and white checkered floor patern.

8) These two items are probably the most optional and both can be easily cut out. One option can be an audio recording such as a cd player or a mp3 player, but in either case the music must be as closely queued to the performance as allowed. Or a musician can be be brought in to play out this role and, for me the best choice if given the option, assuming that this option is agreeable to everyone participating. If the music selection where left up to me, I would find a keyboardist willing and select some works of Bach or something more dramatic that speaks better and adds more to the environment of this ceremony and have it played on an organ or an electronic keyboard with a decent sounding organ option built in, though one such as the later may seem more practical.

9) Candles and Lighting - Lighting is provided by torches attached to the wall, though I must stress caution in this case as these are fire and health hazards so I recommend at least two fire extinguisher equiped users whose so purposes are to focuse exclusively on the on the torches and atleast third participant whom is designated by each exist in case of fire. Also if no one has memorized the entire ceremony then ample light maybe needed. And also a black candle set to the left side of the altar and a white candle to the right side of the altar.

EDIT: 10) A bell to be rung nine times each at the beginning and at the end of the ceremony.

And know that I realize that this is running long I will post this as part one and publish this in the nexed day or so.

EDIT: 11) The pentagram worn around the neck as well as hung on the wall behind the altar.

possesedbythedevil666 Nov 27 '14 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
Right, my first blog post since returning here was mainly telling of what I've been up to in other aspects of life, mainly in terms of my career. While I feel it's important to talk about what I've been up to since I've been away, I feel I need to talk more about my journey along the left hand path.

See, when I first joined, I'd already self identified as a LaVeyan Satanist, and I was content with that notion. However, due to occurrences in my life over the years, I have looked at other philosophical and occult practices. Initially, this started with a book called A Little Light On The Spiritual Laws by Diana Cooper, which I discovered in the summer of 2011. Now judging by a lot of the content of said book, it does line up with RHP teachings, however, some of the ideas mentioned seemed to make sense from a LHP standpoint. I know some people may disagree with me on that notion, but regardless, I feel that this book is a good tool to use in my own life, even if I'm cherry picking what I want from it.

Skip to early 2012, and I had started a romantic relationship with someone I saw (and still see to this day) as what one would consider a soulmate. Her path was of Paganism, and that sort of spiritual/religious teaching always interested me to a certain extent, although I never felt compelled to research it properly. Fast forward to around mid-late 2014 (after some undesirable events took place in my life), and the topic of Luciferianism came up in conversation with another friend of mine. I got super intrigued by it, and I decided to research it. I read The Bible Of The Adversary, and I gotta say, from what I got from it, I genuinely liked.

Move to the following year, and the topic of sigil magick caught my attention after watching a speech from comic artist/writer Grant Morrison. This kind of magickal practice greatly appealed to me, due to the fact that there was no need for theatric rituals and paraphernalia, but only for simple tools as pen, paper and desire. I then looked for books on sigil magick, and the first I discovered was Practical Sigil Magic by Frater U.D (otherwise known as Ralph Tegtmeier). Once I'd read that book front to back, I'd become intrigued by Chaos Magick, and my next book to start on was Liber Null & Psychonaut. Sadly, I haven't read through much of Liber Null, but since I rejoined, I want to pick up where I left off.

Another book I acquired was Crowley's The Book Of The Law. Honestly, after my first (and as of yet only) read through, it left me thinking "The fuck?"
I may have to give it another go, just to see if I can make head or tail of it.

So, as it stands now, I don't feel I can pigeonhole myself in any specific LHP teaching, but I've not forgotten my roots. But I do feel LaVeyan Satanism mixed with Luciferianism is the closest I can get to pinpointing what part of the path that fits me best. As it stands, I'm currently rediscovering where I stand on the left hand path, so I'm having to go back to basics and go from there. Hopefully I'll find out what truly fits me for definite, but I have a hunch of what it is regardless. I'd just rather be 100% sure though.
DistroyA Jul 27 '17 · Comments: 2
There are 100 Billion Stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. 2000+ have been observed to have planets orbiting them. ~3400 Earth-like planets have been discovered. NASA has revealed in a press conference that they have discovered the Trappist-1 System. There has also been Many discoveries (both official and unofficial) in the Solar System which point to the existence of extraterrestrial life. Ancient historical records Pre-dating all Abrahamic Religions demonstrates knowledge of this. The Ancient gods who built the megalithic wonders of the world were demonized by Religion. Religion was created to enslave Mankind physically, mentally, and spiritually.

The Trappist-1 is one example of an admission made by NASA which evidently demonstrates reality. 7 rocky planets orbit the Trappist-1 Star. 3 of those planets are in the Habitable Zone and are Earth-Like Planets. What this demonstrates is that there are other Star Systems other than the Solar System around the majority of Stars in the Milky Way Galaxy.

Satanism was the original path of Mankind. Ancient archaeological writings of civilizations all over the world show that they were actually smarter than the Micromatrix wants Society to know. For example, according to the 3rd Ancient Sumerian Tablet: "The celestial chariot he deftly; from Nibiru it powerfully soared, toward the distant Sun he it directed.... Little Gaga [Pluto] came out to greet them, a welcome to the heroes it was extending. To blue-hued Antu [Neptune], the beautiful enchantress, it showed the way. By her sight Anzu was attracted.... Ea [Satan] to continue without stopping gave the word; it is a planet of no return, he forcefully said. Let us examine her waters! Anzu was saying" "Toward the heavenly An [Uranus], the third in planetary counts, the chariot continued. On his side was An [Uranus] lying, his host of moons about him were whirling. The Tester's beam the presence of water was revealing; a stop if needed to Ea [Satan] it was indicating. To continue the journey was Ea [Satan] saying. Toward Anshar [Saturn], the heaven's foremost prince, he was directing. Soon the ensnaring [gravitational] pull of Anshar [Saturn] they could tell, his colored rings with fear they admired. Deftly did Anzu the chariot guide, the crushing dangers he cleverly avoided. The giant Kishar [Jupiter], foremost of firm planets, was next to be encountered. Her net's pull was overpowering; with great skill did Anzu the chariot's course divert. With fury Kishar [Jupiter] at the chariot divine lightnings was thrusting, her host as the uninvited she directed. Slowly Kishar [Jupiter] moved away, for the chariot the next enemy to encounter: Beyond the fifth planet the Hammered Bracelet [Asteroid Belt] was lurking!" "Ea [Satan] his handiwork to set a-whirling commanded, the Water Thruster to prepare. Toward the host of turning boulders the chariot was rushing, each one like a slingshot's stone ferociously at the chariot aimed. The word by Ea [Satan] was given, with the force of a thousand heroes the stream of water was thrust. One by one the boulders turned face; a path for the chariot making! But as one boulder fled, another in its stead was attacking; a multitude byond count was their number, a host for the splitting of Tiamat revenge seeking!.... double was the joy as the sight of the Sun was now unveiled. Amidst the elation Anzu the alarm sounded: For the path to have fashioned, excessive waters to feed the chariot's fiery stones for the remaining journey were not sufficient. In the dark deepness the sixth planet they could see, the Sun's rays it was reflecting. There is water on Lahmu [Mars], Ea [Satan] was saying. Can you bring the chariot down upon it? Anzu he was asking. Deftly Anzu the chariot toward Lahmu [Mars] directed; reaching the celestial god, around it he the chariot made circle. The planet's net [atmosphere] is not great, its [gravitational] pull is to handle easy, Anzu was saying. A sight to behold was Lahmu [Mars], many hued it was; snow white was its cap [North Pole], snow white were its sandals [South Pole]. Reddish hued was its middle, in its midst lakes and rivers were aglitter! Deftly Anzu the chariot made travel slower, by a  lakeside it gently came down..."

According to archaeological and tablet evidence, the Great Pyramids of Egypt were built by Thoth; the son of Satan. He also built the Teotihuacan Pyramids in Mexico, and possibly others. He was known as Thoth/ Tehuti/ Quetzalcoatl/ Hermes/ Ningishzidda and other names around the globe. There are megalithic pyramids on every continent on Earth. Examples include: N America/ S America/ China/ Iraq/ Egypt/ Russia/ Australia/ Antarctica/ etc. There are also pyramids on the Moon and on Mars.

Ancient Mankind had access to Ancient Technology. There was a war between Freedom and Tyranny. The Enemy extraterrestrials whipped out most ancient technology and caused the Ancient Technological Reset which lead to the Stone Age. Then the Enemy invaded Earth and sent their Demiurge Operatives to create Religion and demonize Satan and the ancient gods.

Omniscient_Glitch Aug 2 '17 · Comments: 2
EpicFail TITS
I really don't like people in general and try to avoid them as much as possible. so of course I have severe social deficits.  

I avoid looking people in the eye, I say weird and inappropriate things. And I am completely unable to put other people before myself

but still have no idea why anyone would be offended because I told him he reminded me of a leprechaun? 

EpicFail Sep 27 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: social skills, leprechaun, autism, spectrum, aspergers, misanthrope
Obscura TITS

The Lightbringer attended to his duties.

Idly, he ate a wormy pomegranate, dressed in a white tunic.  Black veins ran like a map across his back, spreading to chalk-white shoulders.  He lingered in the shadows, watching the Milky Way canoe toward the outer boundaries of heaven.  The stars hung like fireflies above, reflecting off the perfection of his skin as he stood under the boundless moon.  The satellite drifted slowly across the hours, and the music of the spheres churned as time’s machinations moved the night to day.

Cherubim whirled above, shifting mixtures of man and beast that carried the heavens on their backs.  They shepherded the stars, singing in ethereal tones.  At a glance they resembled dragons with human faces blossoming from pearly wings.  Their backs were shelled like tortoises or jeweled beetle carapaces that upon closer inspection resembled intricate, interlocking armor.  One could not discern if their human forms were consumed in biological plating or if they truly were chimeras.

He watched them.  Once, that had been his duty, but no more.  He softly touched the twin scars that mounted his shoulder-blades.  The old red fire of the wound flared.  He smirked, then put out the Morning Star – proudest in all the constellations – with his thumb.  The planet Venus dimmed, only to blaze into life again when he lowered his hand.  He laughed drily and finished the fruit, tossing it over the canyon rim below.

The song of the cherubim lilted.  They descended like flaming wheels, swooping down below into the landscape obscured by night.  Their voices faded to silence.  The angels’ chimeric forms resolved into those of men.  In hollows of darkness they stood, flesh beginning to glow, then blazed into pillars of light.  Each beam rocketed up into the sky to match a star above.  The stars flickered in time with their breaths.

He smiled at his brothers’ devotion as his chest began to thrum like a drumbeat.  The skin over his heart glowed blue-white, burning with sweet agony.  He contained a scream that would have rose to ragged ululations of ecstasy, just as each of his brothers held their tongues.

Gritting his teeth, he let his glory pour forth.  It seared, the substance of divinity firing upward to Venus.  His mind was consumed; he let the waves of pain rush against him like water crashing to shore.  The frothing foam scattered memories like sea glass: his Father’s hands in his, teaching him to shape the cosmos to his will.  His fingers on the locks of a yellow-haired girl, braiding them meticulously with roses.  He recalled how his hands had fumbled then, picking the thorns off for her before wending the vines between the golden strands.  He had had no callouses then, no scars-

The fires of the heavens roared like a waterfall.  The sun was on the verge of rising.  His pain intensified.  He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in prayer.

Hands told stories; some said they determined fate.  A heart line slashed across a palm spoke of love, a six-lined star meant protection.  The meanings, for mortals, were endless.

His hands were blank.  The only marks on his skin were the ones he had earned.

“Where is your fate line?” she had asked long ago, laughing.

“Fate line?  I have none, Eve.”

“That is a pity.  How can you choose your destiny, if you have no guide to it?”  She traced the absence of his palms.

He flexed his pinions. “I have my wings- that is enough.”

She touched their snowy whiteness.  “Flying is one thing, brother, but without a map, where will you go?”

“I know where I am going, child.  Some paths are best left unknown.”

But he had strayed down shady roads in the coming eons, and the pearly wings grew to not be enough.

One evening, he tried drawing delicate curves on his palms with her sewing needles.  Over and over he dug them, deeper into his flesh, until the needles stuck through his hand.  Each time they healed, devoid of scars.  She caught him unawares and screamed when she saw him.

“Not like this!” she had howled, plucking the needles from his palms and bandaging him with torn strips of her dress.  She ran her fingers through his hair, hands so soft and cool against his temple they could be milk.  So small he could enfold them like a butterfly, which he did.  He steadied her shaking, afraid she would crack like a doll.  “This is my fault,” she wept as he rocked her.  “You have no need of stupid fate lines.  Your wings are enough to guide you.  Can’t you see how whole you are?  I am not.  I was jealous of you, brother, jealous!  You are the prince of the angels, have all and I have nothing.  I am made of dust and sorrow; I walk through the dirt and mud.  Father regrets me – he damns my curiosity, I, who was merely made to revel in creation.  I am a broken thing: I go against my nature in craving to create what I am meant to enjoy.  Ever since we were expelled from Eden, I cannot read the damned things on my hands.”

He clasped her hands in his, wings enfolding her.  “I can,” he whispered, “and you are the most whole thing I have ever known.”

“You can read them?” she asked weakly.  “What do they say?”

“They say that you are the wisest of all creatures, Eve, and that nothing I have done is your fault.  That in you lies the fire of a million generations.  The only fate we control is our own.”

Her gaze could still the ocean: “Then promise me you will never do anything that hurts you, ever again, Lucifer.  Promise me you will be gentle as you have always been and treat yourself with the same care you give me.”

“I promise, Eve.  Though I would not call myself gentle-”

She silenced him with a kiss, both ignoring that the way their paths were headed, it was a promise he would not keep.  He recalled how he had cupped her face like it was manna.  His hands, entwined in her hair –

The sun crept closer to the rim of the horizon.  His heart scorched, ribs burning in his chest.  Tears welled in his eyes.  Those hands, which he would now shudder to place on her snowy flesh, broke their fervent prayer.

He examined them, removed.  They profaned all they touched, sullied with the stains of ages.  Blood, tears, piss, plagues.  Yet no matter what he did, they remained clean.  His brothers were all the same.  Try as they might, they could not write their own stories.  All they did was erased from their skin.

Their fates had been determined for them.  The only scars they were allowed to keep were those earned at ultimate cost.

The stars blotted out one by one, waiting.  He flexed his fingers.  Once, the slender digits had brought life to mortal lips.  Now they drew souls out of mouths.  Just like he had cast off one name for another, he had traded purposes after the Fall:

“No,” he had pleaded, tears in his eyes.  “My name is Lucifer.  The bright and morning star.”

“And now it is Samael, the poison and venom of God.  Your gifts will be suffering and death.”

“No!  I am the Lightbringer!”

“And now that light would burn you.  Death cannot bear life.  You killed her in your folly!  To repeat that would be madness-”

“I am beyond madness and your wretched salvation, Michael.  Do not offer me repentance.  I was trying to save her.  I will save her!  What is dead can be brought back to life.  Eve’s soul is mine, mine.”

“You damned her from the moment she met you.”

He roared her name in agony.  The Morning Star stood belfry to the first rays of sun.  Pain forgotten, he was lost in the onslaught of his mind.

Hell is not a place, but the past.  He carried it with him always.  The angels below were lost in their own tortures.  They pleaded their cases before the sun.  Perhaps, this morning, they would be forgiven.  For his brothers were each of them fallen, bereft of their Creator, alone.

The sun rose in judgment, washing out the light of the Morning Star.  He screamed and doubled over as his flesh seared to the bone.  The penetrating rays licked him the clean white bone of the Reaper, rendering him into a skeleton.  He saw with eyes that were black hollows, and rose to embrace the deadly radiation.

The landscape pooled before him.  A red desert raced out to brimming golden mountains, where dawn gently lapped over the ruins of a once magnificent city.  It was carved into the cliff faces like Petra, inhospitable to humans.  No steps or bridges connected the towering abodes – sheer drops followed the open doors – and there were none of the comforts of civilization, merely bare floors dusted with wildflowers.  The fallen angels shook below as they prayed, flesh peeling as their blood pooled on the ground.  Wind stirred the sand into molten plumes, like hourglasses in reverse, grains snaking through fallen pillars and stories upon stories of sandstone.  It buffeted him, sliding between his ribs.  A great thundering came from the distance.

“Welcome, brother,” he murmured as the solar angel stirred to his vigil.  Soon, a figure shadowed the sun.  Michael landed atop the sere cliff, facing his twin.  “Time to slay the beast,” the Morning Star said.

Tears were in Michael’s eyes.  “You know this is never necessary, Samael.”  He laid his weapons at his twin’s feet.

“Your sword, dear brother, through the neck.  Or the heart, if you prefer.  I seem to lack one, I suppose.  A downside to being bone-”

“Why, day after day, do you torment me with this?”  The question hung like the gallows over their heads.  “Our brothers below us are suffering.  Above us, they are weeping.  All Heaven and Hell become one, and you prolong it with your murder.”

“It is yours too, my twin,” he said, almost tender.  The bone-man walked to Michael’s side, dabbing at the tears with his claw hands.  “Damn these things,” he said, looking at his fingers in disgust. “I have had too much time alone with my palms.”

“In that we may find solidarity.  Mine tire of bearing weapons.  If you would only quit your stubbornness, the War would end immediately.”

“If only it were that simple.  I always envied you your straightforward thinking.  Whose load is heavier, brother: the Lightbearer, or he who bears the sword?  One’s burden is insubstantial-”

“Enough with your damn riddles!”  Michael roared, slapping the skull’s cheek.  “Repent!  Come home, brother.  Be whole.”

Samael’s hand lingered on his smarting jawbone.  “No.”

Michael took his brother’s shoulders in his hands.  “Each day you pray for forgiveness, and we grant it to you.  Then you reject it.  You – all of you!-” he yelled across the canyons, down at the fallen ones, silver tears in his emerald eyes, “-choose suffering over redemption.  Why, my brother?  Why?”

“Because, Michael.  It is our lot.  The suffering, the scars, make us whole.  There is no going back to Eden.”

“I know,” whispered Michael, sorrowful, “but I can hope.”  He embraced his brother slowly, shaking, and kissed his bony brow.

“What is dead cannot be brought back to life, as you said so long ago.  Look at me as I truly am,” Samael laughed drily.  “Such a prince of angels I would make.  No, that path is now yours, and your halo is ill-suited for me.  The only crown fitting me is one of thorns.”  He lifted Michael’s sword and pressed it to his ribs.  “For her?” Samael asked gently.

Michael obliged.  In a scene old as time, he slayed the beast, killing the darkness which would rise once more next evening, only to be slaughtered come morning tithe.  Over and over they engaged in the battle, trapped in their own hells, hearts torn asunder anew.  Samael had died many times – in truth, he craved it.  As the Angel of Death, it was him.  Each time, it brought him closer to her- in the blackness he could feel her, the hollow emptiness of his heart that marked her unknown grave.

Broken, Michael pushed him over the edge.  Gabriel trumpeted above.

The earth opened like a great maw to swallow him up.

“Eve,” Samael called softly, plummeting into the abyss.  The ground sucked the fallen angels down into the pit, denying them God’s saving grace.  In their fall, they burned proud.

Michael wiped his blade clean of rot.

The tithe was paid.

The day was born.

Obscura Sep 4 '18 · Comments: 2
EpicFail TITS
Why do cats purr? 

Most of us assume that cats purr because they are content.  It seems like a logical explanation, after all we hear them purr when their mothers nurse them or when they are being social with humans.

But on closer observation, domestic cats(purring is not completely unique to domestic cats. There are a few other members of the Felidae species that purr.)  seem to purr in stressful situations like going to the vet or when they are in pain. Some research suggests that purring can be a healing mechanism.

what makes the "purr" more distinctive than other cat sounds, such as the meow, is that is produced with the entire respiratory cycle.(Inhaling and exhaling.) The meow is limited to the expiration of breath. 

It seems likely that the purr comes from the laryngeal muscles and probably involuntary. 

EpicFail Sep 29 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: random, mystery, cats, domestic cats, purr
Hello, I am curious what religious groups members
here were in before they became Satanists. Please
reply to this message (^^)
Masaji Oct 12 '18 · Comments: 2
I need an audio book of Anton LaVey reading "The Satanic Bible". It motivates me, reminds me I am strong. His voice is strong and smooth.
CorsettedTrouble97 Nov 13 '18 · Comments: 2
Obscura TITS

There’s blood and bandages in the prison cell, swirling ruby sparks and filth where rats feast.  Through the cell window the moon cuts the night until it howls in pain, and you’re chained to the wall, shackles on your neck and limbs, and you’re done up in linen bandages like a corpse, gore and claret red clinging to your bindings.  I stand outside the gate with an oil lamp, meeting the Devil at midnight to raise the dead.  You are writhing and roaring, the poisonous zuhama that flows through your veins a raging fire of wine.  Lanterns leak oily light of goblin green-white fire onto the cell walls, all granite and smeared with ichor, and you are speaking in tongues demonic and dreadful.  I take out a corpse key and unlock the door, and the floor is slick with your stains.  Your Cabernet eyes simmer like a witch on a pyre, and as I approach, I take a twisted delight in your suffering.  This is where you belong, caged in my mind, lunatic mad, my beast, my delightful toy.  We take turns tying each other up in bear traps and guillotines and rusty iron bindings, we are each other’s sacrifice, and whore ourselves out for the quickest fix.  Isn’t that how it is with demons?  As you are prowling, growling, licking your wounds with a tongue that would drive saints to sin (don’t you know the Devil gives the best head, I mean come on, look at how he sings), I sit cross legged and hold a staring contest with your mercurial acid pupils.  I flick my fingers through your blood pooled beneath me and my white cloak and white gown are stained.  I take out a pen and bid you near me, and then I write out the names of God on your soiled bandages, and you are shivering and crying, and I am triumphant over Satan.  There’s your wreckage of a heart, embodied in the form of a girl, and a weeping black void that holds the keys to eternity in your chest.  You are too far gone, eyes swirling with insanity, and you tear off my clothes as I raze my nails down your back and pick at your wounds.  We are bleeding together, the razors our hands, and we kiss with coppery mouths as we bite at each other’s lips.

To know God is to eat God, but at the end of the day, it’s you dead with your demons, in your own Hell for eternity, so why not make it fun?

Obscura Sep 2 '18 · Comments: 2
What is a satanic romance? Is it different from other relationships?
BubblesMd Nov 1 '18 · Comments: 2
Doctor Sarah Proctor
Ever since I was a little girl, I've been obsessed with the fantasy of being fucked silly by a well-hung stallion 'til my vagina bleeds. Now that I'm a mature woman, I now own 9 horses (all colts and stallions of course), but I still haven't dared to take one of their cocks up my cunt yet.

I've snogged, wanked them off loads of times and stuck my arse in their mouths a plenty. But, you see, bestiality is unfortunately still illegal in the UK and I don't want to break the law, nor lose my job as a respected consultant psychiatrist.

I know it's unlikely I'd get caught and recorded by a random wandering stranger rambling across one of my fields with a smart phone, and later seeing my pussy stretched by rampaging big equine cock on a seedy porn site is indeed unlikely, but it's still too risky.

This is why sex with horses and bestiality in general needs to be legalised in my fascist country already. It's against my human and horses rights to be denied such pleasure.

Please all theistic Satanists pray to the Dark Lord himself for a change in the law. I want the UK to be more like progressive Canada.

Please give this blog 5 stars if you'd like to watch me get fucked hard by a horse.

Hail Satan!

Doctor Sarah Proctor Aug 19 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: sex, doctor, psychiatrist, sarah, proctor, tarporley, cheshire, uk, bestiality, horses

every time I listen to certain songs from certain artists I feel connected with my spirituality and reinforces everything I believe in. knowledge is key my friends so embrace it. oh yeah check out spaceghostpurrp blackland radio 66.6 album thank you.

Ikey_Mike Apr 13 '18 · Comments: 2
To those who sent kind messages of welcome to SIN in the last week or two, apologies for not replying. We’ve been travelling and offline for most of the time. Do please write again because we are very serious about embarking on our journey down the left-hand path. We are complete newbies but realise that we have always been Satanists without knowing it. Now we really want to make up for lost time. We need instruction and guidance and are prepared to devote ourselves to our new-found calling. Anyone willing to invest time in us would be much appreciated because we feel a bit lost but have every confidence that Lord Satan will follow up his callng is to his Infernal path with the guidance we need to devote ourselves to Him. Thank you.
DiafolHK Nov 9 '17 · Rate: 2.67 · Comments: 2 · Tags: novices
EdMenonymous Member
Okay! Everybody! Outta the Gene Pool RIGHT NOW!

Being good at STUPID doesn't COUNT!


I like you Sally, thats why I'm killin you last.

I'm not as THINK as you STONED I AM!§

I hate Prejudiced People!

I hate anti fascist Nazis! because they hate fascist Nazis?

To err is Human, to forgive means..YOU'RE FIRED FRED FUK OFF!!!!

If you are what you eat... then I wanna be you by morning...

Abortion kills and so does Mcdonalds!

We're not doing scientific research..We are KILLING PEOPLE!  ON PURPOSE..

And charging and counting and LAUGHING HAHHAHHAHAH!! and LAUGHING at u and u and u AND YO MAMA!!! HAHAHAH!




It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold any firm beliefs..

For further info consult your fukkin self! 

Everything is True.. No where is clothing optional! Unless you are a bird?.

Nothing is True.. Cthulhu IS NOT REAL!


Sometimes I just start the bullet sales in the middle of Wal-Mart under the Basketball hoops by the kitchen accessories in ALL 50 STATES EVERY FUKKIN DAY 7 DAYS A WEEK.364 DAYS A YEAR!..

and if you dont wanna buy anything TODAY



My Inner Child wants to molest buy sell trade rape and kill your inner child!


LSD melts in your MIND and gives you TICKETS TO GET... ON... THE...SHIP!


Do What keepeth thou from wilting shall be the law of the Hole!!

When you call something ya can't handle put it on hold and hand the phone to yer friend with THE SEXY VOICE..

Its not that they die but its like they die like of suffocation on their own feces and each others carcasses, lack of water and dramamine, after up to 3 months of crowding like AUSTRALIAN SHEEP on an exciting sea barg adventure to be SLAUGHTERED somewhere else... Yes they do.. they die like fukkin sheep.. Man all of the sudden I feel like eating Le Gigot D'agneau med sacred blu fuk off le merde!... 

If you yourself would like to join and enjoy this amazing and wonderful Cruise to the SLAUGHTERHOUSE.. we are neither herE nor there at

Factory Farming Cruise Lines FUK OFF! Get a hold of us and maybe we can get you a spot at the TOP of the pile of torturous DEATH! baa haa baahhahah

Don't force it... Use a bigger hammer? Propaganda Machine? Convenient Grocery Store? Machine Gun on a bigger TV on a Bigger News Slander? 

Oh Oh .. OH WAIT WAIT ah I get it... they..mean


Mind your own business SPOCK! I'm sick of your INBRED InterFUK!

If at first you don't succeed wait til yer BRO gets the Banana and take that shit from his ass.. cause the whole distraction'll make em all GO FUKKIN NUTS!!

For me to get a CLUE is definitely going to require a a total REVAMP! 







Freedom is a cage at gun point in desolate desperation FROM ALL THINGS YOU DO NOT WISH NOR WANT TO SEE NOR HEAR.. and now that YOU KNOW --



Pathetic-def. just another Prick tryin to fuck my pussy because he has something I don't.. Why is the cheese moving?

We got news for all you sport fans out there!  



There is no time like a fresh killed pheasant.

Tis an ill will that BLOWS NO MINDS..and is no GOOD AT SUCKIN DICK!

DON'T EAT GARLIC.. It makes yer pussy and yer dick taste like fake ass shit!

Let he who takes the Plunger remember to return it bv Tuesday and make sure theres no fuckin fudge chunks on the handle...

I think we're all Bozos on this SHORT BUS! 

I haven't lost my mind .. Its backed up on a tape somewhere.. and the rest of my brains got fucked out and thrown out with a pack of condoms.. woohoo!

Oh Squirt! Now where the hell did PUDDLES run off to?OO

Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner.. with a list of ingredients...

Everything I know IS WRONG!



It is easier to punch the Principle than it is for me to BE GOOD ENOUGH ROBOT TO GRADUATE.. because here is what my diploma says..

I am A.I. (without the I.) diploma...? huh?

I guess the jokes on me, she said..


I believe that everyone who does not have an owner is in a cage or on a dinner plate is entitled to EUTHANIZATION RIGHT AWAY! or no wait.. just on Mondays! We can't afford to euthanize everyone everyday. Okay?


Of all forms of causation.. Caution IN LOVE is the most Considerate

Silence the VIOLENCE in my world and keep me shopping looking good for god country and my parents.. so NO ONE WILL KNOW I AM NOT INSANE..Im just a fukkin piece of shit USELESS IDIOT!! 

In this world Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of lighfe pay the lady with the biggest tits and ass even if she's as BLACK as yer stupid satanic death metal band t shirt!!... 

EdMenonymous Jul 7 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: raw, eris, discordia
This is what the rear end of an alpha female looks like:-

Kobwebz Apr 29 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: alpha female, genetically superior woman
Zach Black Owner
I found a couple fan made rave/DJ songs that I actually dig. There are a couple dozen songs that people have made using my voice from the 30 hits of LSD video. This video I made to complement the song and to try and visually explain what 30 hits ( or 20, 25, 27 ) feels like. The video editing everything is my creation. Everything but the song. Well even that is partially me . 

You're the thought that starts each morning,
You're important special amazing and unique
In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.
In all the world, there is no love for me like yours
Asmodeus Oct 26 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: vvvvv
Zach Black Owner

Zach BlackOWNERZach Black1 minute ago From what I hear it is the best yet . The last legit documentary was ' Speak of the Devil ' by Larry Weassel ( Sorry Larry ) in 1994. 

You will see Gilmore , K. Anger , Blanhe Barton and more .  Hard copies not available yet . You can purchase a cloud copy for 13.00 bucks. I will buy it tonight and tell you how it is . 

Trailer is HERE

Rent $9.00Buy $13.00Watch TrailerHave VIP access?From: Carl AbrahamssonGenres: DocumentaryDuration: 1 hour 46 minutesAvailability: Worldwide

In 1989, I met Anton LaVey for the first time. At this time in his life, LaVey was seeing only a select few people. For this film, I've met and interviewed some of them, to try and create a composite image of what he was really like, and what he meant to these people. It's a memory lane trip, filled with personal stories, dark humor, great music and never before seen material with the "Black Pope" himself.

Anton LaVey was many things to many people: musician, magician, writer, wild animal trainer, police photographer, film buff, founder of a magical group, and possibly of a new religion, and yes… He was a Satanist. With his creation of the infamous Church of Satan in 1966, and his bestselling book The Satanic Bible in 1969, Anton LaVey changed the ballgame in many ways. Here was a free-spirited San Francisco based group neither in favour of mind-expanding drugs, nor of peace & love for its own sake. Here was a group that was decidedly, outspokenly anti-Christian. Here was a group that brought dark pro-sexual psychodrama and the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche straight into American living rooms and TV couches. Anton LaVey became a celebrity scapegoat who basked in the attention, and made a successful career out of it. But who was Anton LaVey behind the public persona that so easily provoked primitive American Christians and other intolerants? Who was this enigmatic “American Adversary”?

This film contains never before shown interview material with LaVey, private photographs, and rare recordings, plus in-depth interviews with Blanche Barton, Peter Gilmore, Peggy Nadramia, Bob Johnson, Kenneth Anger, Michael Moynihan, Mitch Horowitz, Ruth Waytz, Larry Wessel, Margie Bauer, Jack Stevenson, and Jim Morton.

All rights reserved © Carl Abrahamsson 2019


Asmodeus Nov 24 · Comments: 1 · Tags: satan, .....
Send me to my death with your deadly kiss, 
Send me to heaven, with your bodies bliss.
Asmodeus Aug 30 · Comments: 1 · Tags: bnbb vvvbbbbbb
Dark Enlightenment

An unbearable cacophony of uncritical examination exhibited remains a demon not slain.

Let's begin.

"Ohio University Emeritus Professor William Romoser analyzed a number of photos from various Mars rovers and found insect-like and reptile-like forms in the images, appearing to verify that life exists on Mars. As scientists scramble to determine whether there is life on Mars, Ohio ..."

Full Story Formerly Here: Link  <--- Notice how the link is gone? 

More evidence NASA seeks to cover up and hide the truth from everyone! He was right, a trained doctor of entomology isn't stupid. There is nothing to suggest a mind trained to recognize patterns and shapes from photographic evidence, like an insect exoskeleton, is going to have a bias and mistake a blurry image.  There is not even a word for it.

I found even more evidence, and it something I must share. 

A. The best evidence yet. Clearly there are both turtles on Mars and clearly they have developed some form of fashion.  You see him attempting to blend in to an intentionallly set up decoy string of rocks that had to be placed.  This is likely how this creature evolved to defend against the "triaxle rovers" that wander the surface. 

B. The skeleton of a sea creature. Possibly resembling a coelacanth.  You'll notice the discolored soil looks almost saturated by water suggesting this is a tidepool of some sort

C. A flash-fossilized rabbit.

D. This is not an accidental point where i touched the image with the black marker tool. But a type of snorkel for a creature that buries itself in the ground by day and breaths through a tube constructed of martian bamboo* and tar from a naturally occurring petroleum pits

* Only grows in places inaccessible by all probes.

"A" is incontrovertible. The others just support it. I think NASA knows something about the fashionable space turtles and is deliberately keeping it hidden despite their own equipment capturing these living creatures on film. 

They know the atmosphere is breathable and there is life and subterranean rivers and oceans of creatures forced underground 3 billion years ago. They have evolved to live on little to no oxygen and/or can substitute nitrogen.

Just like the falsely discredited Top Secret Apollo 20 mission they have photographic evidence that there is a vast City of Glorious Intricacy established on the dark side of the moon complete with preserved hideous onion people. Seriously! Look up The Orange Mission Too. Onion people and space turtles.

The truth is no one. Trust out there. 

Dark Enlightenment Nov 22 · Comments: 1
EpicFail TITS
My existence is void. Vacant whims sometimes distract me from the truth. But the ubiquitous emptiness will always prevail. I think if I would let myself see me as I am, I would die. 
This black hole that will ultimately end my life, is ravenous to be whole but it cannot due to it's own nature. it feeds off me.  draining my ability to see the dwindling meaning of right and wrong. Soon I will be consumed, melting into a part of the greater picture.. empty, alone, and no longer of substance. Then nothing, nothing at all. No pain, no need to feel ugly, no need for anything at all.

EpicFail Jul 1 · Comments: 1 · Tags: death, depression, suicide, existence, higher power

all beings in New York area

Is there anybody with any special ability

any special talent that makes you different than the rest of people if you know  how to time travel or teleport if you are psychic I would like to interview all beings

 I'm willing to pay any price

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Zach Black Owner

White trash cook book..

Chili -

Get you some beans.Three cans of em.. I get you some pinto, kidney and fucking black beans.. Gotta be three different beans. I know,some of you dont lime black beans... pick a color you okay with and toss this shit in a crock pot. Your neighbor never returned that shit? Or you cooking meth in it still? No problem..

Get you a skillet cause its faster. I know you got 4 kids crawling up on your ass like kittens... Better yet get you a wok... those the Chinese use for .... no not kittens for ....wok stuff.

Put all them beans in there with a can of CRUSHED tomatos...

So far if you shopping a Wal-mart( I know you are ) you invested about 4 bucks in your food stamps.. Do NOT drain this shit.... adds ... flavor and shit.

Here is where we beg to differ... get you 8 oz of sirlon...or if you a cheap bastard OR sold your stamps for crack... ground beef.... get the 80% one with 20% cow fat ass in there. Unless your kids are tubby....IDK your call.

Cook that beef seperately .. drain it..toss that shit in on the beans... let that simmer for about as much time as it takes you to beat the fuck outta your neighbor for stealing your crock pot to cook meth, Check the tires on your trailer and change some diapers . So a couple hours or maybe 6 if you high.

Oh I forgot put some chili mix ..comes in a lil envelop cost a buck at Food for less.. put that shit in there when you add the meat.

Here is where you get fucking special.. unless you are a pussy . Add you some siracha...roaster sauce for those that dont speak Asian. You got no balls or kids....a couple squirts. You got one ball.... or small balls...a teaspoons. You got big giant goat me.. two teaspoons roaster sauce , diced onion,those crushed red peppers you stole from pizza hut you fucking fuck ( and didnt tip).. and call that shit fucking done.

Sprinkle some cheese on top even a spoon full of white sour cream for color... toss a side of saltine crackers, call your Mexican friends over tell em you trade for fucking Tecate ... now you got a party!

If your worried about farts and shits... stop being a pussy! Dont worry about stupid shit! Thats why you are single or addicted to Xanax!

Dark Enlightenment
***  Not to be mean, but I was inspired to write my own poem. I am also not a fan of poetry. 

Poetic Poetry and Possibly Pottery 

I hate poetry

it's fucking lame
haiku and simile 

one in the same
Quatrains and couplets
for liberal art fuckwits
Devices and meters
For cure fans and teachers
Some words are better
To wrap up together
It may take precision
To expand repetition
Rhythm intertwines
By syllable and line
Now butcher the verse
reword or reverse 
correct and reherse
a new butchered verse 

by syllable and line 
of rhythm intertwined
Expanded repetition
of careful precision
to wrap up together
the words that are better
The cure fans and teachers
Their devices and meters
Are liberal art fuckwits
with Quatrains and couplets 

Haiku or simile 

All fucking lame 
I still hate poetry 

All the same.

And nothing about pottery.

Dark Enlightenment Jun 20 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
World history for us will then be nothing but a dreamlike otherworldly being.
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