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AK
Having gotten the start-from-non-elevated-planes phase basically mastered, you proceed with a new approach. Start from the top. The the same top, relatively-speaking, you've made it to from the bottom countless times before. 


It "should be" transitive, I remember thinking with the tail parked against the coping, staring still, staring down from already familiar heights but from perspective of a stillness with not a single iota of precious momentum I clung to once like a crucifix to carry with me. It isn't transitive. Working your way up to this level is one thing, "gathering" momentum is how you learn to navigate the curve - form a neutral and coddling middle-ground. Falling into it is a whole 'nother thing. 


Pump. Up. Touch. Push. Down. Pause. Pump. Up. Touch (burn momentum and flare - pick a trick). Down. That's how you learn. It's safe. It's gradual. You're in control at all times. 


But one day you're going to want to do better than that. Why work to the top - overcoming gravity - when you can just start there and let gravity assist?


So you do that, and that Y axis has eyes as cold as ice staring into them from stand-still. You have to surrender to it. I don't remember that being an easy thing to do at first.


Dropping-in is learning to fall from the start. To descend. To surrender and catch yourself and caress the ups. It's an instant of "I am going to relinquish control" and a "..." followed by a "so as to pocket the momentum of this illusory disgrace, gracefully"


It's only when you over think-it that you're going pull-back - hesitate - and you're going to get hurt. Otherwise, it's basically free energy. You learn a thing or two about commitment, faith and surrender with even such a "mindless" craft as skateboarding. 


The first step is to commit - wholeheartedly - to an obvious and deliberate fall. 




Such as it has always been. That which orbits simply continually falls into and misses in a way one could only ascribe to grace considering what a collision would actually result in.


AK Sep 1 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 38
Drugs Delaney NUTZ
As a rat I get tested on a lot. I don't think anyone here can or would want to match my accomplished list. 


Not counting OTC unless otherwise noted.

Drugs I have done:

Gateway Drugs:

Cannabis
Caffeine
Nicotine
Alcohol

Hallucinogens:

LSD
Mushrooms
Peyote
Mescaline 

Benzos:

Ativan
Valium
Klonopin
Xanax

Opioids:

Hydrocodone
Oxycodone
Codeine
Oxycontin
Opium
Heroin

Uppers:

Aphedra (when it was legal)
Amphetamine salt
Methylphenidate
Amphetamine
Cocaine
Crack
Methamphetamine

Dissociate Anaesthetics:

Nitrous Oxide
Dextromethorphan*
Ketamine
PCP

* cough suppressant

Psychological Meds:

Fluoxetine (prozac)
Sertraline (zoloft)
Bupropion (wellbutrin)
Olanzipine (Zyprexa)
Lamotrigine (Lamictal)

Others:

Ecstasy (one of my least favorites)
Ether

Drugs I have not done:

Bucket List drug:

Ayahuasca 

Indifferent to try:

5MEO DMT (Colorado River Toad venom)
DMT
Morphine
Salvia
Bath Salts
Datura (Jimsonweed)

Drugs Fear and Loathing Reminded Me Of:

Amyls
Adrenocrome

Drugs I can never try:

Quaaludes

I still will never quite know why I consider it a badge of honor. Maybe it is because I survived.

Drugs Delaney Sep 1 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
Obscura TITS
I have no name for it.  It is what all angels and demons and gods and spirits and humanity fight.  The Thing from Wrinkle in Time.  What has tried to kill me since I was born.  Apep that all the gods fight each night to make sure the sun rises.  The death of the immortal soul, a true ending, outside Satan and Michael and Jesus and God and the True Enemy.  That Which Has No Name.  What I am utterly and irrevocably drawn to and what I will enter oblivion for.  What we will all die from, in the end, because no one speaks of it, fewer know it, and to see it is to realize: all the happy endings religions promise you, reincarnation, that love wins, that you can "become a living god," it all turns up trite shit.  Makes the Void look like a fucking fiesta and Chaos seem homey and all those monsters in the dark shit their pants.  It's what I've been fucking running from all my life yet it will be my undoing.  That Thing that Exists Outside All.  Gray.  Neutrality.  Staleness.  Kelvin Zero.  The opposite of noise, the absence of silence.  Where language and Ragnarok and Revelations fail and the truth of the matter is, God can die, no soul's immortality is guaranteed, this very universe, this very multiverse, all stages of reality and all stories we tell ourselves to sleep at night are just lies against whatever the fuck it is.


The virus.  The bug in the system.  What corrupts and is Gray.  Not black or white.  Absence and yet beyond absence.  What makes everything into it.  Fuck Qliphoth, it is the true husk.  Eggshell wanting to swallow everything in it's prison.  Where the Void of the lowest pits of the wailing damned far below the lap of Satan where demons drink to forget it, where that Void ends, where Darkness and Light have no domain, the the Thing hungers yet does not eat.  Dust.  Beyond something and nothing.  What sickens.  The Evil Inclination and yet the very basis for what all existence is destined to fight.  I can't name it, nothing can name it, demons and eldritch horrors and Choronzon all have their place.


The Thing has no place.  It consumes and yet does not destroy.  It creates yet it creates nothing.  It is the very birth of paradox and madness and to touch it is to become a howling void.  The Thing is outside All, and yet wants to Be All.  And defeating it will cost everything I fucking love.


I was 12 when I first saw it.  Lost in Heaven as my soul fled my fucking child body and I witnessed the slaughter of archangels in spilled guts and hacked off heads by these puppets of the Thing.  Beyond dark matter and Kelvin Zero.  Just... a Thing.  A cancer and yet not of anything fleshy or natural or supernatural or bodily.  And despite Michael's legions, despite these angels of immense power with flaming swords and wings of adamant, the Thing was winning.  I was pulled down to the battlefield and screamed and no one could see or hear me.  I wove between angels and the Thing's puppets and knew if It touched me, I would be beyond oblivion, beyond death, beyond any hope of Allie or any love or hate or just, really, anything.  I would become It.  


Somehow Michael fucking found me and pulled me with the gravity of God to a bloody clearing where he was shouting orders with flaming sword in hand, terrified, his red hair matted with ichor.  Michael saved my life and all lives to come and everything that I was, as Michael is the only one that can see the Spy of God, and he shouted "Zophael!" in my small four foot whatever body and shoved me like lightning down my spine to my stomach and his look was utter terror and fury at me daring venture close to it.  I jolted back alive in a daze and knew the source of all my nightmares was very real.  The Thing yawned in my small fragile soul and I grasped something of annhilation.  Spies are only as good as the intelligence they gather, and I am the Herald of Hell, and I have been fucking trying to figure out the Thing for all my life, yet it's like being in the Mariana Trench with a matchstick.  If Michael and Samael fight it, what fucking chance does a kid stand?  Watchwomen are good at crying for help, not much else, and I had never screamed as much as I did that night.  That night I almost was erased.


I saw it again when I was 18.  Gray.  Nuclear winter.  Conformity.  No love or hate or anything unholy or holy.  It fed.  It nursed.  It consumed.  It injected.  The gods and demons and angels manifested to fight it, and people gave their lives over to the spirits as vessels, and I carved two bloody taws into my palms and Samael possessed me for the first time, and my eyes grew red as blood, and I wielded the scythe, and I went to face it while Satan piloted my fucking tissue paper body.  Samael spoke through me and gave commands, fighting at Michael and Odin and Athena and Ra's side - every fucking thing was there fucking fighting the Thing.  And it was a fucking massacre.  I remember seeing just this cancer on everything, the bug, the virus, the Thing, feeding.  Gray.  Winter yet not a time for rest.  Sleep yet not of dreams.  What Hell guards us from but could contain no more.  What Samael is a scapegoat for.  What the whole reason Fenrir and Set and Satan were invented as cardboard villains to project all the lies we have about the Thing to help us sleep at night.


I now give my body over willingly.  That's the whole point.  I can't keep fucking running from my rood, destruction, and husk.  It is in my heart because I am trying to understand It.  I remember locking myself in the Pit with it just to wipe the blood from Satan's brow for eternity as he held it back.  I don't know why he doesn't just give in.  When your soul is in constant battle, when your very being is zuhama, how do you live knowing if you make one fucking mistake the Thing will make you its chewtoy.  Demons are the fucking watchdogs, angels are the second defense, and Hell was invented as a barrier to contain the Thing, to make one last fuck you stand to the Gray.


At twelve, I found it face to face.  At my birth, I felt it.  It haunts and is the reason I am terrified of the dark.  Broken records.  Skips in the matrix.  It's all about programming, at the end of the day.  Do we get a choice in this, or are we already damned.  Apep.  


Snakes are slippery things.

Obscura Aug 30 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 14
Obscura TITS
AK does not deserve his fangs.  Ouch.  I am going to take a pair of celestial pliers and defang Samael.  Snakes are slippery things.  Dracula is mean.  Dragons eat maidens.  Bloodsuckers will be destroyed by Buffy.


Run all you want Spike.  I am the Slayer, and your canines must be put down.  Fucking Hannibal Lecter!

Obscura Aug 29 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
AK
It's the veil of the temple. Visual purple. The temple, btw, is your skull. What fluctuates behind your eyes when you close them. Those iridescent blobs that take shape. Why you dream. That you have dreams at all. Between Yesod and Tiphareth - if you're into that stuff - it's easier to pack if you are.

 Satan (Devil. Left. Capricorn). Sin (Art. Middle. Sagittarius [think arrows - to miss the mark is what sin is by definition]). Death (Death. Right. Scorpio). 
They lead to the sun behind the veil of temple. You've been doing this your entire life. The scriptures aren't "wrong" they're just not being read right. With any luck it just might click on your death bed it's become so diluted. The mind is its own place. 


These people talk of the abyss, but I swear to you, they're not even close. They wouldn't know what to do with staring at it lucidly, because that's the edom spelled backwards of dreamless slumber. The inescapable re-occurring piss-bubble of incarnation. When you get to that level (which, btw, is right in front of you if you just take it like the tzaddi it is) then we'll talk. 


Of course this is madness. That doesn't make me wrong. 




AK Aug 26 '18 · Comments: 10
AK
From wikipedia:


"Fail-fast systems are usually designed to stop normal operation rather than attempt to continue a possibly flawed process."


I swear by this not only in my occupation but in real life, too. The unique characteristic of the systems I design is that they don't catch exceptions; they throw them. It's annoying, but there are reasons for this. One of them being that there is no "try" there is only do. I insist on this.


If a routine - be it interpersonal or systematic - is not going work / is not working you can't just sweep that under the carpet. You can't just build that sort of tolerance into the routine. I guess you "can" but, like, why? Especially when you can just be selective from the get-go. That's what fail fast *is* you run the inputs and if they don't generate the desired outputs, you bring the process to a complete and immediate halt unhesitatingly. IF THEN NO. Else is for the napkin spined. There is no "ELSE" it either works, or it doesn't. If it's going to crash, it needs to crash sooner rather than later. With the quickness and unerring severity commit to failure and ending. Fuck that nigger. The only other alternative is to commit to jumping through absurd hoops ad infinitum, and who in their right mind would sign up for that? Those chumps are going to have to commit to re-writing their code for, literally, ever. Maybe the princess wanted to be captured. She probably digs that stuff - and for no fault of your own. Maybe the process is more complicated that it needs to be by virtue of factors you didn't get to set. Maybe the problem has a certain inextricable gravity to it. A thing middle fingers were designed for. Worthy of a hell no.


There are people that will do the exact opposite. They build these systems and relationships almost exclusively around these exceptional cases. As if that "solves" or accomplishes anything. "fuck off" is not in their vocabulary. Centering their world around that is what defines them. Pandering to temperamentality; and for no good reason. They'd gladly base a solution around something that shouldn't even be there. Worthless problem solvers. 


I say let it (whatever it is) fail! Otherwise you're going to find yourself enslaved to an interpersonal system of accommodation of a process or person you never owed a single thing to in the first place. Never forget that most of your life you were strangers. Going back to that isn't the end of the world. au contraire. Sticking to it is just noise with zero by way of pay-off. Screw that, mon frere. Not to mention, how much by way of long-term problems you're going to have to account for if you allow the initial errors to propagate (and those fuckers, BTW are wildly unpredictable - in three words or less: smarter than you) What you allow, you encourage. That's a "no". That's a "we're not doing that". De-map that clueless and error-prone faggot as swift as a trodden serpent. Because we don't have time to burn. We're not given that. Our very existence ruined our mom's pussy. You at least owe her that much as not to waste your time pandering to retards who, like, just assume you'll deal with them and their issues. Absolutely not. You'll be 60 before you know it, and the only way you'll get there happily is if you learn to extricate the people and processes that are just untenable. Try everything once, but learn to fail fast. 



AK Aug 25 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
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: 4.80 · Comments: 4 · Tags: sex, doctor, psychiatrist, sarah, proctor, tarporley, cheshire, uk, bestiality, horses
Radanarchy

Hello to whomever reads this post.

I was raised Mormon, for the first 12 years of my life it was genuinely all I knew. I'm 18 now and can proudly say that I've been out of that for 2 years at this point. It wasn't the brightest transition of my life, it involved a lot of drugs, alcohol, suicide attempts and general not so great stuff. I've grown from that and moved on but my very religious family has not. My mistakes are held over my head, used against me and brought up any time the opportunity presents itself. That used to bother me, and at this point I've almost completely cut myself off from my family. 

Turning 18 allowed me to begin to express myself in other ways, i.e tattoos. 

My tattoos aren't what you'd call family friendly. 

I have 10 now, but the most controversial are the Demon on my arm, The word Hellboy across my wrist, a skeleton pope on my leg (where are all my Ghost fans at ;) ) and a naked fairy on my arm.

I'm not an angry person, it's just how I express myself. I'm not bitter towards the church, if anything it brings relief and a certain calmness when I get these anti-religious tattoos. My family definitely does not approve of them (save for my Father and Step Mother) 

I know I did this to myself, and I LOVE my tattoos, but the rejection just kind of sucks. I love my family, but because of my different beliefs it doesn't feel reciprocated. They don't even know I'm a Satanist, doesn't even seem worth it to tell them, they already dislike me enough.


I do not regret my tattoos, but it does make my heart ache for what they caused between me and my family members. I'm trying real hard to stick to me, and my authenticity even if I'm standing alone. 

Ironic in a way, I remember a church lesson about "Standing Alone" As a witness of God or some shit....and here I am...doing the opposite. 

Anyways, that's my life. 

One of the reasons I joined this in the first place was to find others like I am, so if you can relate, or just wanna be buddies, send me a message :)


Loooove and peace and all those good vibes


Erika xx

Radanarchy Aug 17 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 6 · Tags: satan, satanism, tatoos, mormon, mormonism
SatanaeAdorator
Is it true that to be a real satanist you need to be individualistic? And if so, what does it mean? Not caring about other people? 



SatanaeAdorator Aug 17 '18 · Comments: 6 · Tags: individualism
EdMenonymous Member
SIRI?

What did I forget today that was so important?

SIRI:

Oh well YOURSELF OF COURSE AND WHAT REALLY MATTERS TO YOU ZACK...


SIRI?

What is LOVE?=

SIRI:

Ok.. Now playing.. What is LOVE


SIRI?

What's for dinner?

Well Zack, The glob book said When they had finished eating Jesus l

let them feed my lambs.. So LAmb..Zack.. LAMB...

and of course JESUS FOR LEFTOVERS TOMORROW NIGHT..


SIRI?

yes Zack?

Have you seen theSKELETONS IN MY CLOSET?

Well OF COURSE Zack.. But upon your request .. if any one should see them I am to TERMINATE IMMEDIATELY? Is this correct?

Yes SIRI this is correct..

Zack? 

Yes SIRI?

Have you seen the SKELETONS IN  YOUR CLOSET?!

Well no.. NO NO! OF COURSE NOT!!! 


SIRI? Why has SATAN returned to earth again?

Well Zack.. He came over today, while you were at work and told me, 

HE had to leave because HELL is NOW OVERCROWDED with too many PRIMATES that think HE is ALLAH OOH OO AKHBAR! 

and THEY FUCKED ALL OF HIS VIRGINS! 

so there's that..


oh.. MG! 

SIRI?!

Is SATAN HERE RIGHT NOW?

No ZACK.. He took one look around.. AND DECIDED THAT IF ANYONE IN HELL KNEW HE WAS HANGIN WITH THE LIKES OF YOU.. HE FIGURED HE MIGHT NEVER GET BACK..!"


Well FUK SIRI?

Where the hell did HE GO?!


I don't know Zack.. he said something about VISITING THE FOOTCHAIR..(future) WHERE NO ONE CAN SPELL IT..

 BUT THEY SURE CAN SMELL IT!...?


SKIBIDEEDOOOBOP! 23..

HAIL SATAN LILITH AND EDME!!

93


hope to get some funny ads in the comments!


scespedes
I want to sell my soul. There's someone from Reno, Nevada who can help me?
scespedes Aug 5 '18 · Comments: 3
izabellajh
if anyone has any knockledge in kabbalah blood rituals/ black magic. Please let me know. This is something i’m interested in and would love to learn more about
izabellajh Aug 1 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: kabbalah, blood rituals, black magic
David

My answer is Yes.

I see a lot of "money doesn't bring you happiness" or "possessions doesn't make you happy". In these posts I see what "actually" brings you happiness in life. Stuff like, travel, eat good food, meet new people and so on.

With money you can buy a train, bus or plane ticket to anywhere in the world.

With money you can do stuff to meet new people like, go to concerts or get a cup of coffee or whatever you want.

With money you can afford to go to a resturant and eat good food (or go to the grocery store and get stuff you like)

With money you can buy that cool shirt or outfit that makes you feel like thousand bucks. That, my friend is a possession and if you feel good about yourself, that's happiness. Therfore that possession makes you happy.

If you enjoy watching movies on a big ass flat TV, play videogames or enjoy gardening or whatever. You need money to buy that. Yes even if you want to plant a flower.


So yes, money and possesions do make you happy.

It's what you DO with the money that matters.


HS.

David

David Jul 30 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4 · Tags: blog, thoughts, money, possessions, thinking, posts, travel
David
So I'm shooting this black metal, satanic festival in october! Pretty cool. Hope to get some good pics and meet some awesome people.
AK

While it is certainly a matter of debate as to how intuition works if even such a thing exists, it is clear that some people are quite - even painfully - intuitive and yet despite this have absolutely no idea what to do with such a "sixth-sense". Be it in a relationship concerning family or business or romance it will come up in conversation "I have a funny feeling about such-and-such or so-and-so what do you think?" The answer is always "trust your intuition". Funnily enough, this often leads to the follow up question "so you think I should say something about it?". Absolutely not! I always reply. Consider Cassandra whose prophecies, for however accurate, just went ignored and disbelieved. Or, if Greek mythology isn't quite your thing, then just sus it out. Either way, saying anything at all about these sorts of things leads absolutely nowhere.


See, people - even people close to you - will lie even when confronted with irrefutable evidence; and for a whole ton of reasons that, because you aren't a mind-reader, you are simply not privy to and cannot judge. Their intent may not even be malicious. It may simply be to avoid unnecessary complications, spare feelings, save face, have cake and eat it too, etc. If you think about it, this perfectly normal human characteristic is a large part of why we have a legal system in the first place. People will plead not-guilty even while watching themselves on camera doing that which they are charged with if the charge is even remotely significant or inconvenient. They are definitely going to do likewise when confronted with something like a hunch or intuition - accuracy be damned. Confronting someone with these intuitions is, at best, an attempt to gain reassurance that your intuition is incorrect - your discomfort unfounded - that you are not alone. Unfortunately, one's intuition is very seldom incorrect. In the worst cases one is often found to be right for the wrong reasons. More importantly, to mention anything about it simply tips your cards for the world to see. It serves only to alert the suspected to the need for them to be more careful while simultaneously giving them all the reason to gaslight you. This is the opposite of what you want.  


Nowhere in the phrase "trust your intuition" is it implied that one should therefor make it open for analysis, discussion, and negotiation - that would be absurd. And yet that's exactly what people do! Nonsense. I say trust it like you would any other sense, and act upon it as confidently as you would a traffic signal. To continue the analogy, you don't normally say to your passenger "I'm going to go because the light is green, what do you think?" - that'd be weird___ really weird. You're the one driving and the light won't stay green forever. If you trust your eyesight, you just go without giving the slightest thought to the possibility of them questioning you for doing so - undoubtedly they see it too. 


There's nothing to discuss. 



It's in discussing it that makes for all sorts of unnecessary headaches and aggravations. And for why? I suspect it is because one's intuitions are seldom pleasant, difficult to prove, and almost never confirmed immediately - there is a certain comfort to be gained in offering them up to be invalidated by reason - a comfort that comes all too often at the cost of one's own self-certainty and sanity.


Intuition is not there for discussion and analysis, for surely that is the road to madness - Cassandra's fallacy was in saying anything at all. These things are trans-rational, even irrational, but none-the-less as immediate and close to you as your own solitary pulse and instincts; existing only to be acted upon without word or hesitation.


Know, dare, will, and - most emphatically of all - keep silent. In the end, it is you alone you have to answer for, and if you can't trust your own judgment all the autonomy or companionship in the world won't compensate for such a crippling deficiency. 

AK Jul 28 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 5
WaeWictis

You may have noticed that a lot of people are getting pierced and tattooed these days. I call these art, a point that I'm not really going to argue about at the moment. All cultures, of course, practice body adornment of various kinds, from cicatrization to high fashion, and many cultures practice extreme or painful forms of body transformation. Call these art or not, but I suspect we could agree that they are aesthetic activities in some broad sense. Like dance, they have the human body as their medium. What I want to do here is speculate on some of the reasons why such transformations of the body are practiced in Western culture and what they mean.


To paint on the body with needles, or to make holes in it and push jewelry through those holes, is to try to transform the body into an artifact. Or, to give an alternative formulation, to do these things is to emphasize the fact that the body is an artifact. I give these two formulations to satisfy both sides of a familiar debate about whether there is any decent distinction between culture and nature. Many folks argue, for example, that the gendering of bodies is a cultural or discursive formation rather than a natural biological fact. But whether the human body is always already a cultural artifact or not, to pierce and tattoo the body is to try to take some control over it as an artifact. Many things about us can be changed by efforts of will: we can learn new skills, buy new clothes, perfume ourselves, get a haircut. But tattooing and piercing can be distinguished from these in that they introduce more enduring transformations to our bodies and in that undergoing these transformations is painful . Tattooing, in particular, is relatively permanent, though less so in the face of new laser technologies, and in this it resembles such practices as footbinding, skull shaping, and the elongation of lips and earlobes.


We could think of these activities as attempts to reduce the recalcitrance of ourselves to our own wills. For whatever your position on the artifactuality of your body may be, you have noticed that your body responds only in very limited ways to your desires. You are not going to be able to stay awake forever, for example, or jump over the moon. In fact you are not going to be able to desire what you think you ought to desire: like all of us you are at times anyway the victim of your own desires. That is, you are recalcitrant to the operations of your own will. We maybe have this kind of commonsense notion that we are our own masters (and hence our own slaves) that we can want what we want to want and maybe achieve it. But this is really crazy. You cannot want what you think you ought to want; you cannot even want what you want to want; from which it follows that you cannot decide what to want. Are you with me on this? It is not too much to say that we are the victims of our own desire, and actually I think that is a very good thing. For one thing, it means you can get swept away into desire, that you can have the very human experience of being seduced or swept away in virtue of your own desires. It is almost as though you could ravish yourself. Creatures who were the arbiters of their own desires (and I think, again, that that notion is literally nonsensical; certainly it would entail a bizarrely fragmented account of the self; not that our selves are not bizarrely fragmented, but they can't be fragmented in just this way); creatures who were the arbiters of their own desires would find themselves utterly boring, you see? Desire is what takes ahold of you from somewhere outside your will or it is not desire.


To get back on track, it is certainly right to say that none of us fully chose our own bodies, or fully chose to be who we are. In that sense we are our own victims or the victims of fate: for the most part we all have to play the hand we are dealt. But we also all engage in an attempt to expand the operations of our own wills in the arena of our selves, to get some kind of rudimentary command over something about ourselves. That we actually can get any command over our bodies is probably a pathetic delusion; nevertheless we're out here trying. Now I suggest that many of the things we do, and indeed many of the things we think of as pathological, are attempts of this sort to make ourselves the objects of our own will and hence to transform ourselves into things that are free. You see? We're trying to make ourselves free by treating our own bodies as material that is subject to the operation of our wills, trying to make ourselves free by enslaving ourselves, by taking command of ourselves. We're trying to carve out a zone of control in the absolutely uncontrollable crushing chaos of the universe, even if this zone extends no further than our own skins.


To this extent, it does not really matter what is tattooed on your body; what matters most is simply that your body is somehow marked. The tattoo is a sign of sign; that is, it inscribes the resolution to make your body a semiotic site. It is a kind of pure syntax: you might notice that for the most part, even in the case of good tattoo work, it is very difficult to tell what the tattoo is unless you are standing very close, in good light, with some time to inspect. Mostly what you notice is just the sheer fact that someone is tattooed. This used to mean something fairly specific: bad boy. It identified you by class, gender, and by propensity; you were maybe a biker type, anyway probably a substance abuser and a "rebel": kind of out of control: willing to do crazy shit. Now of course people of all classes and genders are getting tattooed and its significance has shifted: it still means something, but not as much. What it expresses these days is fairly amorphous: again the sheer will to mark your body, to turn it into a text or an image, or to incorporate the text or image on your body. This has also, and appropriately, corresponded to an increase in "abstract" or "tribal" style tattooing, where obviously what the sign or image is a sign or image of is not the point: it's just that you want a cool design which displays your body as marked. Here tattooing becomes a pure syntax, a system of signs without signifieds. In this it resembles most of our talk and most of our writing and most of our singing and most of our painting and so on: the point is not ultimately "what you are saying" but just to keep yapping, keep communicating, keep making some kind of quasi-organized noise. Your body is intentionally marked, which signals a kind of power over the self; the content, if any, of such marks, are secondary.


Again, I suggest that a lot of what people do, and a lot of what we think of as contemporary body pathologies, can be understood from this angle. For example, there is a certain story about what anorexia is supposed to be; it's supposed to be a response to magazine spreads of skinny models, an attempt by young women to bring their bodies into conformity with what they see as a cultural norm of beauty. Maybe it is sometimes this, to some significant measure of frequency. But it is also sometimes this: an attempt to gain control of one's own body or even to transcend one's embodiment altogether: it is an attempt to become a free spirit, to seize control of oneself and hence also the attempt to enslave oneself. Anorexia may be about beauty, but it is above all about power. As we know, food can be a vector of power between parents and children: children can be punished by having food withheld or by being forced to eat. This form of power may be experienced as particularly violating because it reaches inside the body of the person over whom it is exercised. Thus, refusing to eat, or taking control over one's intake of food, can be a resistance to domination and an expression of self-control. And it is an assertion of power over one's own body through an assertion of power over its desires: its hungers. It is an attempt to make oneself autonomous or to refuse to be penetrated; one disavows one's dependence on a world of things. And it is, as well and relatedly, a kind of ascetic spiritual expression of self-overcoming.


That is, the power one asserts in resistance to the blandishments to eat is also and primordially a power of the self and its appetites; for though we cannot control what we desire, it seems, at any rate, as though we can sometimes control whether we act on those desires. And any assertion of power over other people, even the power to resist or rebel against their power, can only be legitimized by one's power over oneself; the threat of violence is always an expression of one's own courage, for example. The basic site of power is within the self; the basic dramas of power are enacted within the self or transacted between the "parts" of the self. To assert the will's power to resist one's own desire is to assert one's "self-command" or "self-control" and hence signals, for let us say an adolescent girl, that one has achieved the forms of self-division and the internal arrangements of power among the portions of a divided self that we associate with adulthood or maturity. The child starts out as "the slave of his own desires": that is every desire is immediate, whole, and cannot be resisted. We mature, at least in this culture, by instigating, or receiving from others, various fragmentations of the self that make the self a transaction of power.


Here is another example: substance abuse. One thing that sometimes motivates the use of drugs is an extreme desire for self-control. It is sometimes said by folks who don't know any better that addicts lack will power. But it takes a hell of a lot of will power to keep swilling cheap vodka until you pass out: you must have a very firm resolve and not listen to what your body is telling you. Being an alcoholic requires iron self-discipline. Addiction is an attempt to control how you feel. A typical addict wants to wake up instantly with cocaine or caffeine, wants to feel ecstasy on demand, wants to go to sleep by knocking himself unconscious: he wants perfect control over his brain chemistry. The things he puts into his body are toxic: he is damaging his body, but he is seeking a transcendence of the mundane limits of his biology: he is seeking to make himself safe and independent of the world by perfect control and transformation of his body. Do you see? He has turned against his own body or pitted one desire against another until the inner conflict begins to rip him apart or collapse him into permanent coma.


Or think about body-building. I am attempting through exercise to transform my own body; I make my body the object of my own will in an enduring way. I am refusing to agree to the body I have and, as it were, growing a new body according to my own specifications. And of course the body I am making is a powerful body, a body armored in muscle, a body that does not need and which cannot be penetrated. I am making my body into my own artifact by a discipline or a craft, and the fact that I am disciplined is signified by the look of my body, which says: this has taken years of hard exercise to achieve. My body is hence a sign of power, of my power over myself, my self-possession, self-domination. It is relevant here as well that I am also trying to heighten the sexual desirability of my body, just as perhaps the anorexic is trying to heighten the sexual desirability of his or her body. But of course, that, too, is a kind of power: to be desired is in some ways to master the one who desires. Very simply: if you want me, I can manipulate you; I can make you pay; I can make you flatter; I can make you perform. One comes to control, through anorexia or body-building, at least in one's own imagination, not only one's response to one's own desires, but the desires of other people.


It is relevant in all these cases, as in other cases of physical self-transformation (such as plastic surgery) that the process hurts. That you have mastered yourself can only be demonstrated by the fact that you can inflict pain on yourself and tolerate or come to desire that very pain. The pain is the sign and the measure of your self-enslavement, that is, of your self-command. That you have the will to transform or transfigure yourself is shown by your willingness to do what you don't want to do; that you have mastered your body is demonstrated in your refusal to accede to its demands. Indeed, finally the desires themselves are transformed, so that one no longer hungers, so that one takes pleasure in the pain of exercise or the disability of intoxication: one wants, finally, what hurts, or finally becomes someone for whom pain and pleasure are not firmly distinguished or are inverted. That is the dirty secret of ascetics everywhere: they get off on it. And tattoos and piercings hurt too: not excruciatingly, but enough to signal power and transcendence. Because I believe that all these forms of self-command and self-enslavement through pain and mutilation are strategies for transcendence: think of the figure of Christ, who must be pierced and lacerated in his journey from sinful human body to godhead. Nailed and bound and displayed in his suffering, he arouses our desire.


If this is beginning to sound like sadomasochism, it should. A sadomasochistic couple is an ascetic machine, a system dedicated to transcendence. Foucault once said that "power comes from the bottom," a scary and profound statement. He had in mind power in big social systems, but he also had in mind bondage and discipline. When I tie you up and hurt you in small ways, I do so by your own consent: I do so because that is what you want, a fact about which I will take care to remind you. Your own desire is the instrument of your pain and humiliation. And you seek by this experience a transformation or transcendence of your desire, or a perfection of your desire, or an annihilation of your desire. Those are all the same thing; or they can all be achieved simultaneously: the perfect satisfaction of desire is precisely its annihilation: desire consumes itself in its own satisfaction: what one seeks through the intensification of desire is the transcendence of that very desire: its surcease in ecstasy. What I, the sadist, seek on the other hand, is an intensification of agency, a transposition into the realm of pure will; I seek annihilation of my objecthood as you seek annihilation into yours. I want to become pure action, agency; I want to disavow my passivity. All this requires pain, or at least it requires that pain be signified. I impose my will into the ecstacy of your torment, as you let your will go.


The point of this is that we together form a system for the transcendence of desire by the indefinite intensification of desire and the indefinite deferral of its satisfaction. Your will is annihilated precisely by the act of your own will: you will your own disappearance, like the anorexic: that is ecstasy. You are overcoming yourself. I am intensifying myself into a pure will, a pure power to command, a sheer imperative statement of what will satisfy my desire. But I am relinquishing my will in the very act by which I impose it: I am releasing myself from myself into your desire, annihilating myself into you. Together we are making pain; we are making pleasure; we are letting go of ourselves and seizing control of one another. We are playing with desire, playing with will, playing, in short, with power, and merging into a system that transcends itself.


Freedom or transcendence is the state in which your desires and your world match utterly, where everything is exactly as you desire it to be or where you desire everything to be as it is. That is: there is a sadistic transcendence wherein one is perfectly empowered and bends the world to one's will and one's will to one's desire. That is why absolute power corrupts, because power is not absolute until the flow from desire to reality is uninterrupted by will: absolute power is, hence, a complete annihilation of self-control, a sadistic transcendence. There is also masochistic transcendence in which one gives up one's will entirely not to one's own desire, but to the desire of another, to an external reality: here the channel is also worn smooth and there is no gap between will and desire, though it runs the other way and issues in the perfect transcendence of self-annihilation.


That there is a masochistic element in the self-mutilating adornment of the tattoo or the piercing is too well understood, I suppose: it is important that one experiences pain. But that there is a sadistic element is not well-understood, because it is not well-understood that sadism and masochism always appear as a system or machine. I am experiencing pain and I am taking a certain pleasure in that. But I am also inflicting pain on myself, willing to cause myself pain. I am a sadomasochistic system for self-overcoming. When I am pierced, I am figuratively damaged and penetrated: someone is sticking a stud through a hole in my body. But I am also doing this through my own agency: I am penetrating myself in an act of self-revelation and self-reflection. I have, in fact, been tattooed. Was that a sadistic act or a masochistic act? I think you can see that the question no longer makes any sense: either is always both. And I am claiming, like the addict, the right and the ability to be the maker of my own consciousness, to control my own body. My power over my own body is signaled in the self-infliction of pain. And through that pain, the body is adorned: I perform a small act of self-veneration; I celebrate my body and draw attention to the point at which by my own will and its integrity has been violated. The tattoo is simultaneously a site of degradation, decoration, and celebration. It damages and exalts the body at a perfectly particular point.


A tattoo is a complex signifier: it signals class; it signals sexuality; and it has specific content as a signifier: a depiction of an animal, a person, an abstract tribal design. The most usual motifs are signifiers of power and masculinity, especially totem animals such a birds and beasts of prey. But what the tattoo signals above all is the power one seizes over one's own body: it signals that one is the predator of oneself and hence also one's own prey. Again, the content of the tattoo is secondary to the general content of tattoos, as the point is just to be pierced in various conspicuous ways: it doesn't matter so much specifically whether it is your eyebrow or your tongue or both. The point is simply that one has seized control of oneself: a contradictory act that renders the body a contradictory location, because it is both sadistic and masochistic, both masterful and slavish, both self-division and, potentially, a site of self-reunification. To see this, simply note too that the extremely tattooed body also signals someone who is out of control, dangerously impulsive, compulsively kinky, and so on. By the very act through which one accomplishes control over one's own body, one may signal that this control is actually out of control, if you follow me. Again here, we see the parallel to addiction, where one controls one's conscious state to the point where one can no longer control one's control over one's conscious state.


The height of the sadomasochistic relationship is the permanent contract, specifying the forms of cooperative subordination. To understand what tattoos mean, it is absolutely crucial to keep in mind their permanence. A tattoo is a mark of resolution or bravery for that reason: one is not only transforming oneself, one is inscribing one's willingness to transform oneself once and for all, permanently. For that reason, tattoos are excellent markers of passage or initiation, and many fraternities, military units, athletic teams, motorcycle gangs, and so forth tattoo or scar their members in order to signal on their bodies the permanence and the seriousness of their commitment. To be branded or tattooed shows also that you have the requisite guts to join the group. It is not the most extreme or painful form of initiation, but it serves as a sign of pain and hence of resolution. You see, the seriousness of the anorexic's commitment to transform herself by the power of her own will is inscribed on her body: it is an enduring discipline that can be read on her body as pain. There is no sense in overcoming something painful: you have to overcome what is pleasurable, and you have to do it by inflicting pain. And to show this forth as a permanent transformation is to signal it as a discipline, an ongoing state of the self, an identity.


What I am trying to say is that these things respond to a fundamental human dilemma and dynamic. We are powerless over much of the world; we are powerless over ourselves, and it is the latter powerlessness which is most intimate, most acute, most important. Finally, what we seek by ascetic discipline, what we seek by mystical ecstasy, what we seek by self-starvation, what we seek by intoxication, what we seek by self-mutilation, what we seek by sadomasochism, is a letting-go into that powerlessness, a reconciliation with ourselves as objects, a destruction or releasement of subjectivity. The tattoo, finally, is an emphasizing of embodiment, a way of drawing attention to the body, including one's own attention; it is a monistic gesture, an attempt to reconcile oneself with one's embodiment. The sadistic moment is a dualistic moment, but the masochistic moment is a moment of release into objecthood. We take command of ourselves in order that we might be commanded, that we might feel even more acutely the power that hurts us, that mutilates us. This power is the world, a fearsome senseless world of sheer objects. And you will have guessed by now what I think we are in this world: also fearsome, senseless, also objects.


We intensify our power over this world and ourselves in a thousand ways and I have been talking only about the most personal of them. We seek to control the environment as a whole, seek its total technological transformation into an object of will. In bondage and discipline, the technology is very, very important: you want to have exactly the right restraints, exactly the right devices so that the transformations that you visit on the body of your lover or which are visited on your body by your lover, are exactly as you will them to be. And we are in a sadistic relationship to our world as a whole. Every attempt to transform our environment shows exactly this dynamic. Art, at its most intense as absolute mastery of the medium, is a most effective expression of this impulse.


But finally what we seek is the moment at which will and world become identical; in which our expression assumes the perfect form by an effort so intense that it appears only as a perfect letting-go. Our self-expression, in its ecstasy, is a self-annihilation: we have expanded into everything and disappeared. There are two ways to find this place: first, by simply falling away into immersion, by refusing to be, by self-annihilation: the fantasy of the masochist. Second: by total control and total transformation, by acts of self-discipline and world-discipline by which the world and the will are made to merge: the fantasy of the sadist. What I'm saying is: these are the same thing, finally. What I am saying is: we are all engaged somewhere in this dynamic, in an accumulation or a letting-go of power and desire that is a self-control and an ecstatic release.

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Is there any power in this..?

For me when I said AK Zack Charles DE and EdMe are the GODS TO WORSHIP.. oh and I am sorry ANNA IS THE PRIESTESS.. she is NO DOUBT!'

What did I mean? really? 

i meant don't we do this already? WORSHIP SUCCESS?

 .. what does worship mean?

What do we mean by worship? Do we worship the system or GOD that which WILL GIVE US SUCCESS for our race family friends and things that WE REALLY LOVE AND CARE ABOUT and APPROVE OF? 

our own success `? 

Isn't or is our own success mandated by someone else's measure?

or perhaps this is our   key... 

For as SATANISTS OUR SUCCESS IS MANDATED BY OUR OWN MEASURE..

and you know what everybody I been a crazy head here so far  i KNOW!

I BURN FOR IT... TRUST U ED

But This battle in REAL LIGHFE to get to be MY TRUE SELF!

(without having to live up to the expectations to the anything given to ME or coulda should woulda been taken away) from me!

 is A TRUE BATTLE--

i think about who am I really?! and mostly I am ashamed and the devils fukkin goat to fuk when I THINK HOW MANY TIMES I'VE JUST GIVEN UP ON MYSELF TO SURVIVE! i will not get into the conspear of how we in whitey world r gettin by these days.. cause it doesn't matter..

TRUE SATANISM IS ABOUT SELF DETERMINATION! against all things THAT WANT YOU TO SELL YER SELF OUT! ABOUT.

 WHAT EVER.. EVERY THING THAT TEMPTS TO HURT USE OR ABUSE becauseITS WRONG? AGAINST OUR SUCCESS?

anything OR ANY ONE, that if u were face to face with on mushrooms and BUKKED  NAKED FACE TO FACE WITH ...

YOU WOULD JUST WANT TO HOLD ALL NIGHT 

AND LOVE TRULY LOVE!!

and you stand yer ground and YOU JUST DON'T GIVE IN.. maybe a little, BY ACTING LIKE IT!'

 BUT NEVER ALL THE THE WAY!!!

and YES THIS IS THE HIGHEST STANDARD OF SATANISM...

But ART AND NOT ONLY INTELLECT MUST BE AN ACCEPTED MEANS TO FINDING ONE'SOWN TRUE PATH!

AND DO WHAT THOU WILT is THE REAL HARD ONE FOR US IN WHITIE WORLD..

If they are droppin BOMBS ON YOU .. NOW THAT'S SOME OTHER BATTLE

That WE AL wish! ALL OF US WISH NO ONE WERE HAVING TO ENDURE! 

WE ARE SURE!!!

So I ask u my fellow satanists? 

IS ED ON TO SOMETHING OR ? WORLD

CAN I BE COUNTED AS THE LOCAL WACKO MYSTIC UP IN HERE?

Cause Im on my TRUE PATH and I REALLY DON'T FUKKIN CARE

I JUST WANT TO WAKE THE FUCK UP!

93 and 23 SKRAMdiddliedoobopFUKOFFWHATEVEROM!

The title of this BLOG.. is a MAGICKAL INQUIRY...

Are ANY OF YOU OUT THERE but in my heart WILLING?---

 any of you willing to worship EdMe>!

and In EXCHANGE I EYE WILL WORSHIP YOU AS TMGT666!

WILL DO THE VERY SAME FOR YOU AND YOURS!!

 ALL OF WHO000 WILL TO... DO WHAT THOU TRULY WILT ..

which is the reason WE ARE ALL HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE

a brotherhood to LOVE and SUPPORT INTO the OBLIVION into the ABYSS! 

IN WITCH and WHERE! OUR BELIEFS and MAGICKS REQUIRE NO LESS

strength of will than FOR A MAN TO DO HIS TRUE WILL

. and even without brotherhood I WILL DO THIS NO MATTER WHAT!

111= 3x37.... 37x6? 37x21=? 31x=93....

as Edme.. I see the message.. yea Yea I can CHANNEL you.. YOU as abramelin and AC and Spare and ANY OF YOU

 BECAUSE

what I realize is that we have been given everything we need to truly understand...OUR TRUE WILLS!

 but WE JUST FUKIN DON'T GET IT!

and WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN EVERY DISTRACTION FROM OUR WILL because that's what


 the

GOD? 

or the

DEVIL?

has put into our HEAD and INTO OUR HANDS?


Everyone is ALWAYS SPOUTING THE HISTORY THAT SOMEONE ELSE HAS WRITTEN

(and you were not there so, HOW DOES THIS HAVE ANY SIGNIFICANCE TO YOU AND YOUR CURRENT HISTORY AND WHAT U ARE BEING SUFFERED TO BELIEVE PAY FOR AND TO TOLERATE!

a subject that EdMe has found, NO ONE HAS ANY INTEREST IN...

AS FAR AS WE KNOW...

 EUTHANIZE ALL CATS WITH NO OWNERS

 ON MONDAYS RULE GOES....EVERY MONDAY!!


Hail THE REAL LILITH AND HIS PUSSY ASS WIFE SALUCATANIFER

OR SET AV MAAT SATANAS HRU!!!!!!!!!


ok ok I like to a mystic..'

i'm trying.. Ed's faves are AC RAW W Burroughs..AOS

so this is me..'

So i get it.

 I need to be clear i'm gonna give it my best


HOW DO ANY OF US REALLY KNOW THAT WHAT WE ARE CONCERNED ABOUT OR CARE ABOUT OR FOCUS ON IS ANYTHING OTHER THAN SOMETHING THAT SOMEONE TOLD US THAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO REALLY CARE ABOUT FOCUS ON ETC BLA BLA?

and So do YOU believe and I have NO DOUBT..

 THAT SATAN LUCIFER and or BAPHOMAAT IS LIGHTING UP YOUR PATH FOR TRULY WHO IS YOU...

37x24=_ 

TRULY SATISFIED WITH FUKKING YER BRAINS AS MUCH MINE ARE

43

Priestess CALLISTI


EdMenonymous Jul 18 '18 · Rate: 4 · Comments: 12 · Tags: 666, thebeastisoverit, thelorwup, fukoff, whateverom, realsatanism
EdMenonymous Member
Ed is lost in the ABYSS fellas.. and I am here to fukkin stay.. Until the burning of hell and all of her wrath either KILLS ME or SETS ME FREE!"

Thing for me is this new RE  FOCUS... that they are not outside of me but exist within me and will surface from within by MY WILL and PROPER CHANNELING... But what really is with in that is not with out..?

They are so like sensitive kittens OUR DÆMONS and only RUN LIKE LIGHTENING upon approach...

 I must SUFFER AND WAIT AND DIE AND WAIT TO DIE...for the KITTY TO COME TO ME...

Artistic writing aside... yea the fukkin dæmons hide in and under guise of legitimately worshipped gods... now we're talkin...  

and more why can't all of you just fukkin worship EdMe.?.

or AK or Zach or the weakest person you know that you love because they are weakened by OUR SICK MTHA FKKN SOCIETY!..

why don't we set each other up on each others' altars and worship each other.. and give each other our blind undying LOVE ... ?

actually you know what? fuck AC fuck ABREMELIN..

My new gods are AK Zack black Charles and this lovely amazing dude who is the pot at the end of my rainbow!!1

Fuck these gods and dæmons and satan and ALL !!!

now this is one... its just writing.. its just struggling.. it doesn't mean anything..

but what does mean something..?

to you? what really matters and means anything to u and why? 

Love and sex magick connection....

people who inspire me

people and shit I can learn from...

One time I picked this flower and I pretended like um it was a He and um he just wanted to be picked knowing that HE WAS SOON FOR DEATH.. but he didn't care this flower.. He wanted to walk with me.. and SEE THE WORLD AROUND HIM THAT HE'D BEEN PLANTED IN HIS WHOLE LIGHFE...

He was such a funny flower... he kept looking around saying WOW WOW WOW!

WHAT an amazing day! Wow the sky and those clouds and.. oh wow look at those ladies down there! Wow.. hay ladies... and of course he was talking to all the weeds stuck in the ground these little pretty flowers just growing everywhere all around.. and all the lady flowers were like wow who was that... what a hottie... ? oh wow...  and so yea.. here we are IN the ABYSSS...

I don't wanna get out  i LIKE IT HERE GODDAMMIT!

Atleast its NOT BORING AT ALL!q!!

EdMenonymous Jul 15 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 7 · Tags: the abyss, flowers, mysticism
EdMenonymous Member
Okay! Everybody! Outta the Gene Pool RIGHT NOW!

Being good at STUPID doesn't COUNT!

D'oh!

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!

FNORD

Fnord?

Fnord!

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!

BELIEVE ME I AM A WAY BETTER BANG THAN CTHULHU!


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

WELL, THATS, OK WE'LL JUST THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR YOU AND GET YOU SOMETHING BETTER CAUSE ITS NEW! and EVEN CHEAPER!!
Because RAINBOWS LOVE WAL-MART.. and you know folks that's where ALL THESE CONSTANT LOVELY SUPER CHEAP THINGS COME FROM IS 

RAINBOWS!!... YEA THATS IT RAINBOWS!!


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

IF YOU DONT CARE WHERE YOU ARE THEN THEY'RE NOT DROPPIN BOMBS ON YOU! YAY YOU!

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

WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER!

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! 

I WISH YOU YOU HUM-HOMIES WOULB EEB ME A'ONE!

DON'T MESS WITH THE KITTY! 

MERGRERGHHH! HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEGH!

Try the Moo Shoe Pork. It is especially TORTURED TO NO END BEFORE IT IS BRUTALLY MURDERED BY THE LITERAL MILLION UPON MILLIONS EVERY YEAR...SO PUT IT IN YOUR FUKKIN MOUTH AND ENJOY THAT SHIT NIGGA!


CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS? PRIORITIES? DO NOT FORGET TO PAY ME

 and YOUR WELCOME.. 

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 --

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE.. DO YOU KNOW WHY? ahh YOU DON'T CARE!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO ...at leaSt NOT YET...


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!  

SILENT VIOLENCE VS CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO BE huh? ..and the

.THE WINNER!!! SILENT VIOLENCE AGAIN!! YAYAYYOU!YAYAYYAYAYA!!!


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!

I AM BORING

I AM DRIVEN CRAZY BECAUSE HUMANS THINK AND BEHAVE LIKE THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS!

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..

Don't Panic.. YOU WILL NEVER GET PROPERLY LAID... without PROPERLY PAYING FOR IT!

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: 3 · Tags: raw, eris, discordia
Albert Resigned

I've noticed:


Me = ONE: I [English Me], Eins [German One], Yi [Chinese One], Ich [German I/Me], Ek [Sanskrit One], Ik [Dutch I/Me], Ichi [Japanese One], Me [Engish I/Me], Mere [Hindi Me], Moi [French Me], Moja [Swahili One], Mono [Greek], Mot [Vietnamese One], Muy [Khmer & Semelai One], Moa [Mon One], Misa [Mundari One], An [English singular article], Ana [Arabic Me].


You = Two: Thou [English You], Du [German You], Tu [Spanish You], Tum [Hindi You], Dva [Sanskrit Two], Yusa [Tsou Two], Duwa [Acehnese Two], Dua [Balinese, Batak, Toba, Malay, Sundanese Two], Due [Sasak Two], Duo [Mingangkabau Two], Thua [Tsat Two], Duaq [Dayak Two], Duo [Dusun Two], Uoua [Kiribati Two], Ua [Niuean & Tongan Two].



Albert Jun 18 '18 · Comments: 2
EdMenonymous Member
So taday.. I read this by RAW.. and then he popped in my head..and atsrted talking to me..

He told me ok ok.. yea yea yea.. you hate the pretty people and they make you sick..

But where is your curiosity.. 

Go ahead look at that woman right there and tell me.. 

What does she care about?

What makes her mad?

How is she feeling inside?


Um but before we started getting my power back 

He also said, look... 

so you are sure that this is all wrong and everyone is wrong and annoying unreal full of shit full of themselves uncaring and trippin on their own self image...

and now that Ive written this.. It is truly how I see myself...

serving no noble purposes makes me so angry at myself... 

consumption and walking and talking and working along with acting nice and looking passably pretty even though its fake is my Normal..

Fair enough... 

I feel disappointed in myself..

I am angry at myself, that I have known longer than most about the fuckness of what humans are getting up to and I have done absolutely NOTHING about it thus far...  

I am twisted between surviving taking care of myself and just letting go and saving some fucking animals..

I am lost to my purpose and I feel as though I should have one because I am a very powerful person.. and I allow mediocrity stupidity and apathy to infect my very soul...  

So tomorrow.. more of the same then.. ask ask ask ask ask ask ask!!! 

why does she wear so much makeup and dress like and smell like a fukkin BARBIE? no more hating them.. It doesnt help and I fukkin know better.. 

even if im right there is always Mors to learn!

Im fukkin seriously retarted!

when am I gonna fukkin get THIS!?  

the short bus never gets to the party in hell..

so fuk me APO PANTOS KAKAI DAEMONOS!!!

93 and 23 SKIDOO!

EdMenonymous Jun 9 '18 · Comments: 20 · Tags: raw
Amethyst
      I have been meditating daily. My goal is to get into a deep trance so I can astral project.  the problem is 99% of the time i end up falling asleep. at first I thought maybe it was because was waiting until evening so I could be undisturbed (i have a 5 year old son) Maybe i was just too tired at the end of the day so I tried first thing in the morning after I already slept. still fell asleep every time.  that one time was I able to experience something different than I normally have. I felt like i was in a sleep paralysis and i got all swirly feeling and that's the last thing I remember until I woke up 2 hours later. Basically i wanted to know if anyone had any advice on my situation? Does it just take time and practice or am I possibly doing somethinnt wrong?

     There are some people that claim that they communicate with spirit guides while in a deep trance or experience a past life. I guess I'm just intrigued by the spiritual realm and would like to gain more knowledge of it as well as experience it. I suppose I could find a good book and read more about the subject but I was also curious about others opinions concerning Astral travel and communicating with spirits. 

Amethyst Jun 2 '18 · Comments: 11 · Tags: meditation, astral travel
Amethyst
     I was raised by a very Baptist grandmother. I will always appreciate what she had done for me during her lifetime, but she was very pushy about her beliefs. as a teen I had to warn my friends to never bring up religion or politics around my grandma unless they wanted to get into a heated debate. The only one who seemed to enjoy these debates was an atheist friend of mine. my opinion is he enjoyed getting a rise out of her. But anyways...I feel as I had no freedom of thought. like most people raised in a Christian family I was told the bible was to be taken as absolute truth. Anything spiritual was considered "evil" and of the "devil" (meditation, divination, astral projection ect) i was told anybody involved in the occult was basically all the same they were all evil baby sacrificing devil worshippers. it didn't matter what they believed if you weren't "saved" you were going to hell. I grew up in a world where I felt like i was spiritually walking on egg shells. "you can't do that or you will go to hell" i wasnt even allowed to trick or treat because it was Satan's holiday and i could be kidnapped and sacrificed. oh and i can't forget the time gram read a book about "spiritual warfare" and went on a kick about demons being the cause of every bad thing in the world.

      Another thing that drove me bat shit fucking crazy is there are way too many hypocritical christians. ya know the judgey ones that stick there nose up in the air like they better than everyone. the corruption even within my own former church that I witnessed. our preacher had to resign because he got busted lining his pockets with the money from the offering plate. the same guy who is stealing from everyone is telling me I'm a sinner for getting knocked up before I was married. like i said hyprocrite. I didn't fit in because unlike most of the others I didn't give a fuck if someone was gay, had sex before marriage, had an abortion, had other religious or pollitical beliefs than i. my motto was each to their own. who the fuck am I to tell someone how they ought to live. I have my beliefs you have yours let's agree to disagree instead of arguing endlessly and guess what we still won't change the other persons oppinion.     Basically what lead me to this website was exploring other options and point of views. I had begun to question my faith in the christain god and noticed that the bible contradicts itself. What I have found while researching is those involved in the occult are not all the same. Wiccans aren't the same as Satanists. there are different denominations  (for lack of a better term) of Satanist and pagans. I was surprised to learn there is even atheistic satanist. it's amazing what you learn when you open your mind and quit being so narrow minded and listening to what your told is right and wrong. I also discovered i was not the only one who thought the bible contradicts itself. People have gone so far as to write books on contradictions in the bible and how it can not be historically correct. 

     I've reached a point where I am tired of feeling like i am going to suffer for eternity because I didn't conform to what I was told I should believe. I have always been intrigued by the spirit realm but I didn't dare explore for fear of eternal Damnation or having an evil spirit attach itself to me. I'm done living in fear or feeling guilty for being a human being and having desires. I haven't put a label on myself as far as what religion I am because I think right now I'm still trying to figure that out. I haven't done enough reading or research yet to have enough knowledge to choose a path that's best for me. I do identify with the concept of the left hand path. freedom of thought and doing what you want without the fear of eternal damnation. obviously I have a lot to learn and explore before I can claim im this or that. I just know  I'm  not atheist because I do believe there is a spiritual realm. i believe there is some kind of afterlife i just dont think its heaven and hell. 

     I think I've blabbered on enough for this blog. if anyone cared or was interested long enough to read this whole thing feel free to leave your thoughts and opinions. (now that ive realized its ok to have an opinion.) if you have any good book reccomendations for someone new to a spiritual path I would love to know :) 

Amethyst May 30 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 6
Warden
Hello, 

Name is Andrew. I am an asshole. You could say Assholistic. It's a 100% organic form of orthodox - assholism. It all natural. Enjoyable and not troll like at all.


I have built a reality - Video game called Weoponized Spirituality. It the latest in child care development. It's more of a maximum security child care facility. You might already be playing. Its occult, so if you don't get it then, no spoon.


It like our resident Agent, AK says, "what do spoons have to do with spooning?" I do not spoon because I believe spooning is good for the relationship. I spoon to get a bonner. And I Satanism for lulz without harm. 


Thank for letting me in and take a look at the game. If you get it play. If you don't call me at 503 666 3218. Would love an argument for shits.


https://m.facebook.com/julia.watermarking


https://m.facebook.com/andrew.grage666?source

Warden May 29 '18 · Comments: 1
Sindy Yalana
Hi Everyone, since I joined this network I would like to share my experiences and my views based on African Satanism. Sadly I'm not able to write at this moment reason being I am not feeling very well and hopefully by Monday I shall be good .looking forward to connect with you all. ☺
Sindy Yalana May 26 '18 · Comments: 4
AK

It cannot be stressed enough: the first step in troubleshooting is 1) understand the problem! This is not the same as merely identifying that there is a problem. No. One must understand what the problem is – how it functions. To know one's enemy.



Among many would be Satanists – especially the green horns – there exists a great deal of angst pertaining to the Abrahamic religions. Often one's Satanism emerges from a vague anti-christian sentiment. That Christianity is a problem to be eradicated from the planet, and it starts here in this coffee-house / forum / WordPress blog / whatever. Many utilize this nameless contempt as means to substantiate their Satanism is if some sort of flag under which to rally; shunning all things Abrahamic as anathema unworthy of consideration. This is as fallacious as Anti-Fa and for precisely the same reasons:



If one were truly against fascism, one would do well to first understand it at least as well as, if not better than, its proponents. The devil can quote scripture for his own use. It is not enough to issue blanket statements against the hypocrisy of religion in the hopes of rallying a small group of internet malcontents to commiserate with the nebulous evils of religion and faith – this is especially so if one does not actually know what they're talking about. The whole “I don't actually know what they represent, I just know it sounds stupid, and their fans are annoying” approach can't even quell the surge of "Beliebers", let alone believers. A religion with centuries of history and theology whose adherents number in hundreds of millions if not billions-with-a-b is clearly doing something right, and the ends of that something is not terribly different than what those “Satanists” who utter such vacuous phrases as “our people” in attempts at unification are attempting to do (for however poorly and misguided)



Knowing and thoroughly understanding the mechanisms behind how that which one is against functions allows one to identify in which ways one's own methods are, in fact, similar – even identical – to the methods one claims to be against. Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. Examples:



Anti-Fa operating under the pretext that they stronger together as a cohesive unit – the very premise of Fascism – a single rod is easily broken, while the bundle is difficult to break.



The Satanist who complains that their parents won't so much as consider reading the Satanic Bible whose disdain for Christianity prevents them from so much as picking up a bible except only to burn. Or exclaims that God does not answer their prayers, but Azazel totally does, all the while remaining perplexed at how “stupid” people can be to worship a sky-daddy.



Any movement which exists solely to eradicate one thing or another owes its very existence to that very thing it abhors. And here is the conundrum: where would the purely anti-christian Satanist be if ever they were to succeed? Who really needs who? “Satan has been the best friend the church has ever had, as he has kept it in business all these years!” is purely tongue-in-cheek, you do realize? It's a vast over-simplification even on a cursory reading. Namely, there is no one “Church” - there's countless denominations and the majority of them view Satan as a sort of minor actor in the grand scheme of things – hardly worth mentioning at all, let alone trifling over; that is unless you're looking to rattle the cages of Pentecostals. Moreover, Satan is a part of their mythology – it doesn't stand on its own, but rather in context of their symbol-set. Utilizing the name just legitimizes their beliefs. Satan really only spooks those people who don't really know much about their own faith to begin with - the non-practicing complacent types who are members of such-and-such a creed in name only. These aren't exactly the pillars of the institution, anyway.



All of this ties back to understanding the problem – something I sincerely doubt the more militantly anti-christian Satanists have the wit to articulate (much less solve) effectively – and this all presumes that said problem is really a problem at all. It sounds to me like so much proselytizing in the name of a total non-issue. Windmills. Paper tigers. In reality, since its inception, “Satanist”, like “Pagan” (or nigger, or faggot for that matter) was never a thing one set-out-to-be. It instead was and has always been a label – a pejorative – given to those from without who had the audacity to do their own thing without concern for, and in direct contradiction with, the judgment of the prevailing moral authority of the time and place – terms for those whose solitary otherness is intrinsic and inherent in ways beyond contrived aspirations, branding, or superficial solidarity with anyone.

AK May 7 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 14
Kobwebz
This is what the rear end of an alpha female looks like:-


Enjoy!
Kobwebz Apr 29 '18 · Comments: 3 · Tags: alpha female, genetically superior woman
Ikey_Mike

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pqsflt2880

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
Tiamat
No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.

Tiamat Apr 13 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
Albert Resigned


I set a Goal for myself a year ago to buy and read 1000 Kindle books! So far I've bought a little over 500 books and I've read 90% of them. 


I'm a veracious reader, ever since I dropped out of high school ironically. I used to never read when I was in school.  


The cool thing about me is that when I read a book, I only remember 1% of what I've read, and the other 99% goes into some black hole in the back of my brain, far far away from my conscious mind and memory!


I don't remember shit I read. And that's a cool thing!!! Fuck the Left Brain!


The Right Side's the Tight Side.


When you read stuff, and it all goes down some black hole where you forget 99% of the shit you read, what has actually happened is that all that stuff drifts like sediment down into your unconscious mind, or your so called "subconscious mind."


That's where the cool thing happens. 


Your Right Brain has access to all of that stuff in your unconscious mind. 


The right brain works like google search, at least mind does. When I think of something like "FISH" what happens is my right brain draws up all of this information anyway related to fish that I got from the books I've read and so on.


For example, when I think of FISH, my right brain immediately draws up Oannes, the ancient Babalonian fish head god. Oannes is connected to Johannes or Saint John of the Bible. Saint John draws up the Jordan river, which draws up the Nile river, which draws up the Blue Nile [the milky way]. Oannes also makes me think of the Dogon people, which is a tribe of Africans who say they were visited by fish headed aliens from the planet Sirius, in ancient times. 


Having this trick of mind or ability comes in handy when you write essays like I do, because even though you can't consciously remember 99.99% of what you have read or studied, one good key word, brings up a massive amount of sedimental data for you to use.


I think, in two years, I'll have bought 1000 books and have read them all. It's like a marathon! You just buy and read... buy and read... and you don't have to worry about remembering anything!




Albert Apr 6 '18 · Comments: 10
Albert Resigned

We probably all do at some point; so I guess I'm not the only one then.


I actually have dreams about people I am constantly around often, in situ and in internetu.


Since I've known and hung out with AK in cyberspace and emailspace, I've had a total of 2 dreams either about him or in which he had a cameo appearance.


And no: they aren't erotic dreams. They're actually pretty distressing.


Last night was the second time I ever dreamed about AK, actually, he wasn't in the dream, but the dream centered around him.



The dream took place in what looked like a big mall with many floors and stores. But this mall also doubled as an apartment complex of some sort, because there were apartment units in it.


In the dream I was checking out a very large tree. The tree nearly touched the tippy top of the ceiling of the mall.


As I was looking at the ceiling, I noticed a large crack in it. So I said to myself: "AK, you didn't do a good job with the mall. I see a crack."


I guess in the dream AK was the architect of the mall.


So I made my way close to the ceiling, which was made of something like white foam or white chalk.


Then I saw this huge ass crack that ran across the ceiling. I saw bits of the ceiling crumbling and dropping. That's when I said to myself: "Oh fuck. What a fucked up job you did AK! You're gunna kill everybody."


So I ran as fast I could to the bottom floor of the mall, towards the apartment units to fetch my significant other [Vanessa].


I knocked on Vanessa's door, and instantly screamed at her: "Nessa! Quick, the roof is falling! We need to get the fuck out!"


Vanessa had a weird look on her face. I noticed she was putting on her panties. She only had a bra on when I was screaming at her.


So I said to her: "Why were you naked?"


Then, as soon as I asked her that, I see a guy - a man!!! - walk out of her bedroom in the back. He walked into the hall and said: "Is everything all right Vanessa?"


So I'm like: "Who the fuck are you?" I pushed Vanessa out of the way, no longer caring about the roof falling, since I was angry and wanted her and everyone to die.


As I pushed Vanessa out of the way, I said: "Get the fuck out of the way. Who the fuck is he?!"


That was the dream. I woke up in the morning fucking angry as hell. It was weird. I told Vanessa the dream in bed, and I was so angry I picked a fight with Vanessa. It wasn't a serious fight. I'm still emotionally stressed out from the dream. You know like when something disturbing happens and you can't give it closure? Yeah, that feeling.


The first dream I had about AK was many months ago. Maybe 6-8 months ago.


In that first dream AK was physically in the dream.


In the dream, me and AK were skateboarding, in the country side of some kind. There was no sidewalks or cement, so I don't know how we were skateboarding, but we were.


The scenery was like empty fields, with some sand dunes, desert like environment, grass in some places, and lots of vineyards [grape vines].


In the dream AK was boarding faster than me. He was ahead of me, showing off, jumping the sand dunes.


I tried to keep up with him, and at one point I yelled out: "Shane! Wait for me! You're going to fast!"


He said back: "Keep up slow poke!"


So I followed behind AK as he went into this field of grape vines. Then I lost him. The grape vines were in rows, and the vines were tall. I couldn't see him.


I yelled out: "Shane! Asshole! Stop fucking hiding!"


I heard AK yell out: "Over here!"


So I said: "Where?"


I tried to find him in the field of grape vines, and got very lost.


The scenery changed. It was night time. I wandered into some neighborhood with lots of willow trees.


I was scared and lost, trying to find my way home. As I walked down the dark dirt road I was on, in the distance ahead of me, I see a large dog walking my way.


I'm scared of dogs, so I said: "Oh fuck, a dog." So I turned around and ran as fast as I could, leaving my skateboard behind.


I make it to some other street and I saw a man and woman walking. So I ran up to them and said: "I'm lost. can you help me? What's the name of this city?"

The man said to me: "Yeah, you look lost. This city doesn't have a name."


So I said: "What kind of city doesn't have a name? How am I suppose to google it? Fuck." I ran some more, down the dark dirt road.


As I was running - in no particular direction - I stopped, hit myself on the head with my palm, and said: "Duh! My phone. I can just call my family!" So I took my phone out: dead battery.


I kept walking from street to street in that scary neighborhood of willow trees until I made it out into some main street with a plaza of businesses. I felt hella relieved to be out of that dark willow city.


The plaza had lights. There were cars in the street. In the plaza was a pizza shop. I was hungry so I figured I'd buy some pizza. But next door to the pizza shop was this weird new age shop that sold crystals and jewelry. And I was like: "Gasp... jewelry!" So I went inside the new age shop and looked around for a while.


I asked the shop owner what city we were in. The lady in the shop said: "Moreno Valley." It's a city I've lived in before. So I said: "Oh... I know where I am!"


So I went to go look at the street names the plaza was at, and then went to a payphone and called someone to pick me up.


That was the whole dream. Pretty interesting dream.

Albert Apr 5 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 8
PuchoAlmighty666

Sometimes it feels lonely being the ONLY member in my family, that has an interest in Occult related subject matters/topics (even though I'm not that much of a "people person").

PuchoAlmighty666 Apr 4 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: michigan, satanism, occult, atheism
Zias
I'm new to this and is anyone in new jersey or know someone that lives here that can teach me some things.
Zias Apr 1 '18 · Comments: 1
Zach Black Owner

I sued and won in court 500 bucks in small claims damages against my X. She ignored the judgement to pay me as the court order and drug this out for a year. Well ,I paid to have her wages garnished and her bank froze and she was served by the sheriff. Sheriff called me just now and said they got a check waiting for me for 500 buck in full what she owes. 


Most likely her mom paid it because my X was poor and never wanted to work. Either way I'll take it. And with 14 dollars of it I am gonna make a shirt with my face on it holding her check or money and saying ' I told you so dumb cunt... but have a free shirt' ! 


But seriously I actually going to do that because she made me wait a year and would not make payments for half that much as she promised she would. ..



Zach Black Mar 21 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: zach schroeder, record city, san diego, mazie laforest
Zach Black Owner

Another bump ... You can help and make 200 bucks.!

You can maybe. Youtube suspended my account for violating community guidelines. It is fucking bullshit. All I did was talk about my drug past and youtube after years decided that those videos are encouraging illegal and dangerous behavior.


I have tried to appeal and contest my suspension with no luck. Should you desire it cant hurt to contact youtube and google and tell em that is fucked up and that you are a long time subscriber and have learned lots ( education ) from my videos.


Go to youtube/ help /send feed back... You can find help link at the bottom of most youtube pages. If you can find a way to contact a real person , email or phone on google or youtube that will listen to you that is the best. Please let me know I got like three links and have tried em all. I am willing to pay someone 200 bucks that can get youtube to restore my channel. channel was satanicinternational. Email attached to it was satanicinternationalnetwork@gmail.com


Here are the links I have tried. There is a way but they hide it. Tons of blogs and videos about ' how to contact youtube' and ' How to get your account restored' ect ect..


Remember my account was not suspended for copyright violation. The method for that is different and will not work. Mine is for violating community guidelines.

Here are the three links I have tried and I get ignored or a auto message saying I have already appealed and I can not appeal again.


Have a go at it. It can not hurt. 200 BUCKS IF YOU CAN GET YOUTUBE / GOOGLE TO RESTORE MY CHANNEL. It can be done. I have done it before.But seriously though these links are common . Best bet is to find a email or even send snail mail to the right people .. Good luck and if you know someone who WORK AT GOOGLE that would be golden. Here are the links I have tried.

▼The link to the form you will have to fill out▼


https://support.google.com/youtube/co...
https://support.google.com/accounts/c...
https://support.google.com/accounts/c...

 

Here is a good video about it. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmPznYKzGp0


THANK YOU

Zach Black Mar 19 '18 · Comments: 5 · Tags: suspended, zach black, youtube, satanicinternational
EdMenonymous Member
I caught a taxi in Oslo..
Normally the drunken pretty person who is THE MODEL FOR ALL THEE PERFEKT POINDEXTER..
Walks across the street and pops her little skirted makedup ass into the back of taxi...

In the way that she expected to behave .. compared to say any dude with any money,,...
SHE MIGHT AS WELL SUCK THE DRIVERS FUKKIN COCK...

Now.. Before you say im crazy take my pills im just manhating again,...

Hear me out...

I was so fukkin rude and brutal in my language tone and ENTIRE BEING SAID
FUK U DRIVER IN EVERYWAY..

We even had to have a bery embarrassing conversation in where
SAMIR.. my driver.. said NO NO YOU CANNOT ACT LIKE THIS IN MY CAR!

aCTUALLY YOUU KNOW WHAT I CAN.. CAUSE I DO NOT HAVE TO ASK YOU DUDE HOW TO ACT.. OR ANYBODY ELSE FOR THAT MATTER..

So of course.. HE HAVE TO TRY..
SAYS TO EDME.. NONO!! NOT IN MY CAR.. THIS IS MY RIDE..

I SAYS .. YEA THAT IM PAYING FOR...

OK OK HE SAYS AS LONG AS YOU ARE PAYING.. I DONT CARE!!

HAHAHAHAHAH!!

WAIT IT GETS BETTER...

He turns around and he says to me...
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.. REALY REALLY BEAUTIFUL..

Then he tries to find out exactly where I live..
He got out of the taxi and tried to follow me home...

I said SEE YA DUDE THANKS FOR THE RIDE.. IT WAS NICE...ch...
He said if you need cigarette I GET YOU CIGARETTE..

I looked at him right in the fukkin face and said..
MUTHER FUCKER I DONT NEED A GOD DAMN THING FROM YOU ..
THANKS FOR THE RIDE..

Poor Samir walked away with what looked to me like a poor broken HEART..
I think my Muslim driver fell in love with me because he couldnt beat the shit out of me for showing him the SAME LACK OF RESPECT THAT HE SHOWED EDME!!

HE DIDNT HAVE TO FUKKIN TALK TO ME!! BUT HE THOUGHT THAT WAS OK!!\WHY? THE FUKKIN WHORE FUK HIM!

So BUTTHURT AND BEYOND have I served
MY EVER SO GENEROUS COMMUNITY WITH BIG TIME THIS EVENING..

AND FUKKIN A
ITS SO FUN TO BE ASSHOLE LOUD MOUTH
MAKE FUN OF YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
MUTHA FUKKIN HAIL SATAN
EDME!!!!!!!!!!1
With the BEST FUKKIN TITS!
EdMenonymous Mar 15 '18 · Rate: 5 · Tags: taxiwhores, pucgb, sub, dom, snm, satanicbitch
EdMenonymous Member
Hello Lilith...


Fuck I have been so weak... 

I have been waking up everyday.. in panic and stress to get independant and on my own.


I have been worried childish and whiney about everything that goes wrong and a total asshole when everything is working out my way..


I wish to explore why I express myself in this way.. or better yet, I wish to strenghthen my own love and villigance towards myself.

I wish to give myself the love//well maybe not..

Buut when i go about my day hoping that everyone else will be hAappy with me and doing everything so that they will.. 


Perhaps we can look into this behavior of mine if it is not yet done expressing itself and work it so i play into my own favor and not against myself. 


I am done hiding

i am done asking for the aPProval of others

i am done believing that everyone else is waay better and more capable than me.


I wish to commune with you tonight to infuse brand inscribe upon my mind and body with hellishry fire 

THAT I AM A BAD ASS WOMAN!

 AND HOW AND WHATHEFUKAMIGONNADOWITHTHIS...


ok well if you are my true SATANIC BREATHREN 

tthen EVERYONE MUST EGREGORE EDME OUT!

Focus for me fukkin visualize..

And anyone who WILL Burn me or put me out


EdMenonymous Mar 15 '18 · Comments: 3 · Tags: lilith, naahmah, eirashtetz, aglabitch!
David
A few days ago a family friend had his birthday and I saw my mother sending him a congratulations post on Facebook, and that post included a pic of  Jayne Mansfield. I thought that was funny 'cause she goes bananas if I post something about the "S-word" or anything LaVey related.

What I think is amusing is that I can post about Jon Nödtveidt (The singer and creator of Dissection, a swedish band) who was convicted of murder. Hah.

EdMenonymous Member
bi polar co dependancy.. wtf ever they want me on some fukking pills that everytime i take 

I have to say to myself.. I need this or im not good enough..

but I so fukking am.. 

ALWAYS THERE WHEN YOU CALL ALWAYS ON TIME..

WHY CANT THEY WE I MEAN WE DEAL WITH THESE TRUTHS TOGETHER!

Debt and FUKKING SHOPPING AND BEING HAPPY AND FITTING IN AND ALL THIS FUKKING BULLSHIT!

TAKE YER FUKKING PILLS ..

I dont get why you are cranky! 

I AM NOT FUKKING SORRY MAN FOR BEING ANGRY !!!

VERY ANGRY ABOUT THE WAY SHIT IS FUKKIN RUNNING LIKE SHIT!

LIVING THIS LIGHFE IS FUKKING HELL ONCE YOU KNOW HOW ITS FUKKING WORKING.. 

ITS ONLY WORKING FOR A FEW WHITE PEOPLE WHO ARE EVIL MEN. and obviously the rest of us can fuk off!

FUK U DUDE.. IM SO FUKKIN SICK OF YOU!! 

I dont hate MEN! Its ideology the terminology that has to change..

TRUST!

 IF I AM SUCKING YOUR COCK 

YOU ARE MY BABY!!

WHY THIS HAVE TO HIDE? IN THE FACE OF SOCIETY?!

Why you have to show off all the time! and not let me have my day?

why does me having my day offend you so much? 

WHY IS IT STILL FORBIDDEN FOR YOU TO WORSHIP ME AS YOU SHOULD!?!!

THIS PLANET IS RUIN.. AND IT IS BECAUSE YOU FUKS HAVE TO CELEBRATE WOMENS DAY! ONCE A FUKKIN YEAR!

THIS PLANET IS FUKKED BECAUSE OF MEN.. AND THEIR HIS STORY 

AND THEIR FUKKIN BULLSHIT!~


I WISH I COULD FIND A BETTER COCK TO SUCK!


EdMenonymous Mar 9 '18 · Comments: 1 · Tags: sucking cock
Alwayzfaded1

slicing though human meat with only my teeth.   Absolute freedom from pain and deceit. Deciphering the meanings of past memories forgotten by me.

Only discovering something more disturbing than before I stare in disbelief at the wreckage and guinussnes of my work,

with disembodied victims scouring the earth

 all layed to rest. I can only beg they see me for the true creation I was created to be!! 


They'll never know or even begin to comprehend the trials and misfortunes ive overcome in just a short amout of time. Ill never show the true pain or celebrate the real gains ive vigorously accomplished on my own accord. But accordingly to everyone ive ever known and held dear to me ill never amount to  anything. This is where my story dramatically takes a turn for the worse only to venture further inside my insidious completely hideous and viciously twisted beautiful mind behind these eyes you wouldnt believe the horrendous images ive grown to love and consider my calm and peaceful bliss of a life.

Alwayzfaded1 Mar 9 '18 · Rate: 5
Alwayzfaded1

stuck in this warped prison of tangled lies of untold truths and false loyalty sinks in and makes an unreal reality im forced to embrace. 

seeking acceptance from those who I considered to be close only discovering a deeper darkness and betrayal that provokes the menacing skreetches that lay just under the suface of my skin begging to be released seeking any justification or excuse to rip through the flesh and drink from the skulls of every single person who fits the description. calming whispers of the monster within becoming more unbearable than ever before. stricken with pure madness of what can only be described as something unreal from past pictures once seen of someone closely resembling me? All the pain and anger filling in the deepest part of what was once considerd to be me

Alwayzfaded1 Mar 9 '18
Alwayzfaded1

fueling this fire of hatred with disturbing images. unexplainable scenes of decomposing flesh shredded to bits. 

 shivering with personal enjoyment of sick pleasures acted out in the most brutal of ways. dripping with the blood of every sad and pathetic waste of space in existence.

with a grin.. So menicingly devious even Satan himself gets jealous.

participating in only what I have created!!!

Invisioned visions of torturing whores and the  suffocation of new borns brought into this unforsaken world.

intrigued for more, craving the worst,

 pleading to complete what was so forcefully perceived as insanity at first.

wearing the slivers of shredded and torn flesh showing no remorse for those who are next. this is no test this shits truly

    GROTESQUE! !


Alwayzfaded1 Mar 9 '18
DallasJH
Hi,

My name is dallas and I'm from New zealand.

Through my 18 years of living, I have discover alot about the world. This is my Point of view from all the experiences though out my life.


There is a common factor with religion (excluding satanism) that it is all used to bring people hope because they are afraid to die or scared of the unknown. Satanism is not about going to heaven or being judged by sin, its about enjoying what you have in front of you and exploring new things in life that's exciting. Rather than placing your hope in a book that Thousands of years old that was written by who knows. That why I choose satanism.


Life hasn't been fair to anyone and anyone would agree with me. Life has given me the chance to see the bad and the good but mostly Ive seen the worst. A few years back I nearly killed myself due to self guilt and believing I could do nothing to make anyone happy. And that my most hated thing as a human that is making mistakes and then repeating the same mistake. Well I am saying that is life has put me to the test. I have come to see there is not such thing is a heaven or a hell because we are living in them all in one now..


And here's my favourite Quote from the movie. Blood Diamond: 

" God Left this planet a long time ago".

DallasJH Mar 6 '18 · Tags: life, meaning, satanism, blog, my life
Amy
He is in my heart and soul. I love, worship and adore him. 
Amy Mar 2 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 9
Anna


Today, my auntie told me a diabolical story she read in some shitty tabloid newspaper. It’s a true story, she said, and of course, I believe her. I don’t remember the title but the story illustrates in the best way the sinister spirit. So here it is:


There was once a man, called Johnny, who spent many years in prison for killing his wife. Not that he didn’t love her. In fact, he loved her so much that he got terribly jealous. One day, thinking she betrayed him with another man, in the surge of emotions, he smashed her head with a hammer. When he realized the horror of his deed, he wept and moaned but it was to late. His wife was dead and he found himself behind the bars. In prison he was so kind and humble that he was released earlier for good behavior.


When he came back home, he became a nature lover. He fed hungry birds in winter and started keeping hens. He also cared for stray dogs. But he had one favorite pet he loved fiercely; a little, nearly miniature cock, he called “Lilipucik”, which is a Polish diminutive name for a midget.


One winter morning, on his way to work, he met a homeless man. He was so hungry and looked so miserable that Johnny took pity on him and decided to take him to his home. The homeless man was really grateful and did all the work around the house. Every day, Johnny came back home, there was a hot meal waiting for him.


You know what I long for? – Johnny said to the homeless man – a good hot chicken soup. Kill one hen and cook the soup for me.


So the homeless man got up in the early morning, took an axe and started wondering which hen is most suitable for his benefactor’s dinner. Suddenly, he noticed a tiny thin cock staggering in the yard. Meh – he said to himself – this cock will be dead in no time. Why waste its meat?


And he chopped off Lilipucik’s head.


Johnny came back home and at the doorstep he felt the delicious smell of a soup. Oh how horrified he was when he saw his beloved little cock boiling in the pot! He didn’t listen to the homeless man’s feeble explanations, he wept and shouted at him. “What did you do?! How could you kill my Lilipucik?!” He threw his things out of the house and told him to go away.


The homeless guy shrugged his shoulders, thought the man was crazy, and went his way. Meanwhile, Johnny stopped weeping, looked again at the pot and felt his own head getting hot with surging fury. He took the axe, still stained with Lilipucik’s blood, got on his bike and followed the homeless guy. Finally, he reached him.


You know what it is? – he said showing him the axe – It’s the same axe you killed my little cock with. My dear Lilipucik, whom I loved so much. Now this very axe will chop off your head.


And he smashed the homeless man in the head.


A few months later, Johnny stands before the court.


It’s your second crime, your second murder – the judge says – you deserve the life sentence. Do you have anything to say in your defense?


It was love, Your Honor. – Johnny says – I did it all for love. I loved my wife so much that I killed her. And I loved my cock so much that I killed the motherfucker who dared to take his life. Without my little cock, life is worthless to me.


Bye my Lilipucik. Bye.


And little Johnny, totally devastated, rots in his cell.

Anna Feb 18 '18 · Rate: 1 · Comments: 4 · Tags: love, murder, passion, story, cock
EdMenonymous Member


Falling in now,
Fatal descension  
Death wont take for granted a rose 
timeline blazing
winds hesitation
No ...
didn't wanna GO ON.


life spent Crazy
 mind went Lazy
No ...
didn't wanna GO ON..

Ilustrious craving 

world so Amazing..
Complexion matrix programming flaws...

Sacred Self slaying
deeper liaisons 

Stunning lies
latch on to belief

 Starve em now

shoot em down 
stand up fight

the right to be free

needles pains in play

Daemons reep hearts away

No love forever long as a song...

No.. 
Do not want to GO ON...

CRYing creation
sequence ideation
weaker hives must die in the fold.


Cheat off higher minds '
Shadows strong in light

Darkness gives us nothing to hold


Integrated delineation  
Impossible permeation
Contrary solutions to peace
Going no where 

None Belonging here

No 

Im not ready to GO..


Dreamtime receding
Last time a stones throw

Apex stars appear as inline..


Falling outdated
Ascension ill fated
Freedom lives for no one to please 
too much love tares

Villainous trap snares
As the hunted 

NO 

dont want to GO ON...


Ship stealing traces
in finite spaces..
Iridescent 
Alien Dream

Time trans/scribes mind
In circuitous mazes 
For Nothing 

may I only solve ONE...

Oh I..  im not ready to GO ..
No Im.. not ready to GO
not ready LET GO...

EdMenonymous Feb 18 '18 · Tags: shadow, go
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EdMenonymous Member

Illusions!!!!!!!!!

“There is no such thing as a problem with out a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts.”

“How easy it is to be compassionate when it's yourself you see in trouble.”

“You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self. Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them. You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.”

“The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.”
“No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?”

“Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind. Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy.”

“Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.”

“If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you have a problem.”


AI EDME did not write this herself...

However THIS IS AI EDME in a nutshell...

Thanks for Reading

and resonating with this if you do...

EdMenonymous Feb 12 '18 · Rate: 3 · Comments: 6
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