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TheblackestBart

I can't ignore what I see as an encroachment of pleb politics within Satanism. I see it more and more, the social justice warriors are setting up shop in our garage without permission. Some are already in the house somehow. Sure, I like the TST's sense of humor, and nothing particularly damning has been done that makes us look like morons. But look at the pieces of work they let in there.


It's inevitable they will have a bad influence. I can prove it.



Satanism is not a safe space
As a rule, every satanist is (or should be) a free thinker. Satanism is a thing because of the closed minded attitude on both sides of the spectrum in the US, that created a group of people who actually identify with the fucking devil in some way. I do not claim any expertise, rank, or intelligence. I am writing this in an informal style, because It's easier to not heavily edit things, if you want to police people's grammar go back to Reddit.

With the large influx of a new generation of satanists, those that have come before have the responsibility to be slightly helpful. Before we steal the freshman's lunch money and dunk their head in the toilet for being lame, Let's give them the benefit of the doubt. I put forward satanism is not a safe space, allow me to explain it as kindly as I can bring myself to. My ego says verbal abuse is a better idea but I'm going to try as hard as I can to not be "Toxic". I think I already failed

Does the SJW even follow the nine tenants?
1: Indulgence over abstinence
The Sjw ideology promotes abstinence from many things for moral reasons, including language censorship. It also promotes the over indulgence in whatever you want.
2:Vital existence
The Sjw believes in unproven and subjective new age spiritualism Including the use of crystals, and a mix match of any eastern philosophy that feels good to them.
3:Undefiled wisdom not self deciet
The sjw does not think critically. The Sjw believes what makes them feel better. This one is being directly violated.
4:Kindness to those who deserve it, Do not waste love on ingrates
The Sjw practices love to only their own group, The Sjw is a racist and a sexist. We should not waste our love on them, They just react to our hospitality by trying to censor our speech.
5:vengeance not turning the other cheek
The Sjw plays the victim, instead of attacking their opponents. They do not take revenge they simply complain and expect somebody to fix their problems.
6: give responsibility to the responsible
Leadership is earned not gotten freely in satanism. Sjws have no leaders most times, and the ones they have are inept.
7:Man is just another animal.
Many social justice groups still believe in the sanctity of humanity.
8:The celebration of sin
The sjw tries to shame others for commiting imaginary acts of moral impurity. They do not celebrate rejecting moral codes, but author them.
9:They are the church's best freinds because they are just like them, Not because they keep them in business.
So they don't follow any of them. Why are we letting these people hijack our brand? they aren't satanists. They go against what we teach and drag the name of our religion through political dirt for shock value.
I present to you brothers AND sisters, The SJW is exactly the same as the evangelical christian. I can prove it with a simple comparison:
SJW                                                            Fundementalist evangelical
believes naughty words hurt people             same
believes they are right no matter what        same
Follows leaders and needs them                   same
believes the ridiculous with no proof           same
Needs a group to feel validated                    same

This list could go on for another 40 lines. But the one line that is important more so than the others is the last one. Needs group validation.

As satanists, free thought needs to be our highest priority. We don't gather to feel validated. We don't group together because we want to all agree with each other and hold hands. We meet to challenge each other, to learn from each other and grow from constructive critisism. We aren't a herd, we are the pack. SJWs are the herd of this world. We are the people that dictate to them, because they are too mentally weak to make good decisions. But wait you just said "reeee freedom of speech" shouldn't they be included?

No. not in this forum. There is simply nothing for them to offer here. We have come to a level of awareness where most of what they could contribute we either already know, or blatantly disagree with. We simply aren't concerned with the same things most of the time.

Just like other groups they may be well meaning and even right at times. Much of what they believe is in line with what we do concerning christians for example. But our methods, our discussions, Are different from theirs. The SJW is a pleb. We should not allow plebs amongst our midst. What is a pleb?

Pleb (noun) meaning a person connected to the mainstream hivemind, not taking authority in their own life. IE members of curtain fandoms, SJWs and religious people. What I call "Tethered thinkers". We CAN work as a team, but we also work as individuals. The SJW rejects individuality while thinking she promotes it. The aggressive support of political parties is an act of collectivism, and it does damage to our cause. We are not here to invest our time and resources into political parties, they do not give back their support in a public way, therefore they have no place among our priorities.

The goals satanism seeks are personal, professional, and cultural. But not political. We are outside politics.

Satanists are indivualist, not collectivist. The satanist is constantly evolving in a hedonistic, humanist frame of thinking. We simply don't have time for the Pleb. The SJW pleb can't handle sex, drugs, or rock and roll without somebody holding their hand and guiding them through it. I am tired of seeing these people at our events, just as much as the neo nazis. They all make us look like idiots.

Satanists for example should never care about race or gender. Race or gender has never mattered to satanists, because it (actually) Doesn't Matter. The Pleb cares about these things because government propaganda and personal jealousy compels the Pleb to care. The satanist does not take mental direction from the media, or from the pleb. Therefore, the pleb is not and can never be a true satanist or enjoy the benefits of satanism while being a pleb.

The satanist can be anyone, but the satanist is in open rebellion against the destructive scam that IS religion and politics. If the satanist indugles in religious belief and political dogma, they are not practicing satanism. We teach that these things are bad, and are hurting society.

If your a satanist, you don't give two shits what color your fellow satanist is. All you should care about is how much this person has to devote to the group and their own abilities. Satanism is a selfish religion. We say that being selfish is not bad, but in fact wise at times. Why should we care about racial issues? As I said, the pleb will always find a way to divide himself and any organization they bumble into. We should not promote this crap. Not because the pleb ideology is damaging them and we are concerned, but because it damages our credibility as an organization.

TheblackestBart Apr 12 '19 · Rate: 4.25 · Comments: 36 · Tags: tst, anger, rant, articles, fuckreligion
Brother Shamus
One of my favorite shows takes the same script and calls itself; Mayday, Air Crash Investigations, Air Disasters, and so on.

Several episodes have survivers and all have transripts of ATC communication. The thing that always sticks out isn't the passengers reactions but those with most information about their approaching death. While the passangers in back may pray that can be put to situational ignorance.

It still stands to reason that all goes out the window when the memory synapses start firing. All gnostic quirks can be attribute to coping when the end is still uncertain. But when the end is certain god becomes an interjection said in vain.  


Here are some uplifting last words by pilots.

Heaven and Hell:

USAir: 427 - "Hang on. What the hell is this?"

China Airlines: 676 - "Oh my God!  Oh my God!"

But Mostly This:

Continental Express 3407 - "We're down"

Polish Air Force 1549 - "Fuckkkkkk"

* Assassination of Polish Government

Vladivostokavia 352 - "That’s all guys! Fuck!"

Surinam Airways 764 - "That's it I'm dead."

Alaska Airlines 261 - "Ah here we go."




Air France 447 - "Damn it, we're going to crash... This can't be happening!"

Sometimes Shakespeare...

LOT Polish Airlines 5055 - "Goodnight, Goodbye, We Perish!"

On occasion there is never resignation by the crew:

United Airlines 232 - "Nah, I can't pull 'em off or we'll lose it, that's what's turning ya." 


*All four pilots survived. This news crews video captured the final moment.

And sometimes the last comment is for loved ones.

Atlantic Southeast Airlines 529 - "Amy, I love you."

* Got freed from the flight deck by a first responder with an axe.

Pacific Southwest Airlines 182 - "Ma, I love you"



[What else is there to say when this is happening to you.]



Interestingly, no one, in these final moments speaks for the afterlife except kamikaze or suicide pilots that planned it.

Garuda Indonesia Airlines 152 - "Aaaaaa. Allah Akbar."

Egypt Air 990 - "I rely on God" (repeated over and over)

It goes beyond aviation examples. For all this 'god is intrinsic' shit very few seem to diverge from statements that acknowledge a rapidly approaching finality to it all.

At death it is a sliding scale of self preservation to solace in it just ending, knowing all their efforts failed.

I can't speak for others but I find this one of the most beautiful things about death. The peace that while there may be no atheists in foxholes there are no religious people when the grenade lands next to them.

Brother Shamus Apr 2 '19 · Rate: 4
Zach Black Owner
After ten years I feel that it is time to redo the videos in more detail and higher quality . 
Darkest Cain
I live in Missouri, I am looking for Satanist who live in Missouri.
Darkest Cain Mar 13 '19 · Tags: missouri
Dark Enlightenment

* For disclaimer reasons Satanic International Network does not endorse or condone this sure-fire way to divine introspection and knowing oneself. 


If you are ever in the Sonoran Desert between July and October those crazy severe thunderstorms bear some fruits to truly enjoy the southwestern monsoon season. 


For a brief moment there will be a reason to live there. 

Pay attention after it rains for something that sounds out of a bayou swamp, needing only a banjo to complete the ambiance. 


They are your magical ticket to a holy or terrifying experience. 


•Materials•

• latex gloves
• a mirror like what you do blow off of.
• net or other trapping device.

Apply latex gloves and using the net, or other trapping device, catch one. On the upper part of the hind legs (most noticeably, though there are several locations) there is a gland.  Squeeze it to secrete the venom on the mirror. It has a yellowish milky white appearance. Then let the animal go, don't worry, it will be fine.

Let discharge thoroughly dry. 

The powder left will help you find your personal unfiltered meaning in life when vaporized. 


* Venom must completely dry to a crystaline form before being vaporized. Or just smoke it like you would DMT. 



Dark Enlightenment Mar 1 '19 · Rate: 1 · Comments: 1
Dark Archon
For Her.

You mean everything to me. I don’t know how You became the most important person to me, in such a short amount of time, but I’m so grateful that You did. If I were to imagine us separated I would spiral into a darkness worse than Hell itself. You are my light and my darkest black. A paradox incapable of being calculated in word or number.

You are the most beautiful angel in all Heaven and Hell. My female Lucifer. I will worship at the altar You for all my time. And if I have to spend eternity in the lake of fire for my idolatry then it will be worth every moment and century.

You are a symbol drawn in flesh and blood: representing the very totally of Love itself. It has been said for millennia that god is Love. A Goddess you truly are. There is no system capable of convincing me that these feelings could ever be wrong. How could something that so right, so real, be so wrong in the eye of god? It’s not possible!

There is nothing of You in counter diction to any law or force. The only war that is, is from within. A battle within me. Without resolution, without confrontation. I’m afraid that You deserve better that I. For it has been written and said that if you Love something then let it go. I cannot! It must be You. You are Her. The Her I have been calling forth in rite and circle. You are salvation.

You are my light. Without You there is an abyss so black I dare not look. For if that abysmal darkness looks into me I shall surely parish. There would be no reason to live. No reason to die.

My Goddess. My female Lucifer. A blessed Priestess You are, my Love.
Dark Archon Feb 27 '19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 5
slimink
I need help on how to sell my soul for money and riches...what should i do
slimink Feb 26 '19 · Comments: 8
Dark Enlightenment
Foreword: Though I try to be original with my Ironic prose this one is completely stolen.

As the neophyte walked in to the innocuous meeting room he wondered what he got himself into. Various images adorned the wall. Tupac Shakur circa 1992, Mohammed Ali in Zaire, Kareem Abdul Jabaar, and many other fixtures of African culture. Over on a counter were bottles of Alize, Remy Martin, and assorted high class liqueurs. Since this was California, to the left of that was Fransisco, their blunt roller.  'Hitting' on their system was "Aint Nothing But A G Thang". 

Strait out of 1995 Gardena, Carson, or even Hawthorne.

As soon as he could take it all in 'it' began.

A voice spoke.

"A'ight, y'all listen up. You know what time is it? As our brothers have since 1985 it time, y'all niggas shut the fuck up, time for initiation."  

The man speaking they called Cephus X, he was the leader of this particular lodge of The Venerable Transnubian Society.

Cephus X, spoke again.

Come forward our newest member.

"What yo name is?

"Leif Bumnqvist", answered The Neophyte.

"And, my nigga, do you like that name?"

"NO!"

"What name do you want, my nigga?"

"Tone Loki"

"A'ight, A'ight. That what you is now?"

"Yes" 


"Naw, say that shit right. Like you my transnubian nigga." 


"Let's crack it" 


"I present to y'all Tone Loki. Now bump that shit."

A tone pitched voice comes on, "California Love..."

The gentlemen and their social club were a peculiar lot. As they would say, they were born that way. They didn't fit their environment and this outlet was the unleashing of an inner person they all knew they REALLY were.  Among their contemporaries they could kick back and truly enjoy what it meant to be all about T.V.T.S. (The Venerable Transnubian Society). In an instant Evansville, Indiana became 8-Mile. Morphed from the caged them into this vibrant player in the field of "Mac Daddy".

Like minds indeed. 


Dark Enlightenment Feb 22 '19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: acronyms can mislead
CrimsonVirus5150
Ok soo......I am just gonna start off by saying this, I have decided to post my own personal journey. Now please keep this in mind, I am completely clueless. And I am learning on my own. So if I say something wrong, or do something wrong or whatever, PLEASE correct me and show me the right way. My teacher has been gone for so long. And I am literally like a lost puppy dog lol.  


Now for the million dollar question: Why Satanism?


I think it really caught my eye, was when the rape at home wouldn't stop. Then it his the apex point when I was molested by someone who I trusted. He knew what I had been threw, but yet took advantage. Now, at that this time I kept asking myself, "If god loves me, and he has a plan, why must I be raped, molested and more? I've been a good girl. I don't even like killing spiders and stuff. Why do I have to be hurt? Where is my guardian angel? Why?" 


After running away from the last pervert that had just got done trying to yank me into their car, I just lost it. So I sat down after a long mental breakdown, I had my favorite drink and some pizza and decided to try to find a new God, or religion or something that would not only love me, but keep me safe. I for one do not like these plans that are made for me. I prefer to make up my own plan. I don't like when decisions are made for me. 


That's when I started to meet other people from different religions. I sure the hell was not gonna do anything with Christianity. Hell I was blamed, and even told that the rape was my fault. And that I should just get over it. That's when I actually met another person who had been threw what I had. For once, I felt joy. I felt like there was someone out there just like me. And for once in a long time, I felt like I could trust. That's when I was told with Satanism, the men who had done this to me, would get their own. I think personally the best part was when the person said, " Hey its ok to hate them for what they did. They deserve it. You don't have to love your enemy. Because that bullshit is what got you in this in the first place. You loved them and they used that love to hurt you. So go ahead and hate them, you have every right." And it was at that point, I just bursted into tears. It was so...so...amazing to know that I didn't have to just let them get away with it. 


And that's how I started down this path. Now is this the right branch of this religion for me? I don't know. Am I gonna get confused as fuck? Probably. Am I gonna try and learn as much as possible? Fuck yes! So let's see how this goes. 

CrimsonVirus5150 Feb 22 '19 · Comments: 2 · Tags: newbie, iso, personal experiences, learning
CrimsonVirus5150
Ok so here are my thoughts on something. I recently got into it with one of my friends about satanism. And all she could do is yell at me about my pendent that I had at the time. (sadly it was stolen) As well as the fact I am curious and learning about the different types of Satanism. So as you can imagine I got really pissed off. Because every Satanist I have ever met was so kind, and so much to hang out. Not only that, the individuals I had the honor of meeting have made me laugh so hard that I damn near had tears running down my eyes!


So when she said all of this, I got extremely heated. And I flipped out at her. I told her that I would rather hang out with Satanist, Luciferians, ect than hang out with a fake christian such as herself. Sense then we have not spoken. Now I know each to their own, everyone can believe in what they want, but....ehh.....I can't stand when you don't practice what you believe in. Honestly I am not sure what I am myself, but what I do know is this, I don't care what you are. I will always be happy to be your friend, and defend you till the day I die, And even after that. 

Zach Black Owner

I could be wrong. I know I am damn near to perfection in every since of the word but occasionally I do make a mistake. Usually having to do with women though . Nevertheless this did catch my eye. Seems like a jab at SIN to me. Mainly becaue of the intentional capitalization of words that should not be capitalized to make the abbreviation S.I.N.


Taken from the Church of Satan website ' Satanic Buncho' .




Now I do recall reading this a long time ago and it appears as if it has been revised  and updated. I do not recall if the original one from the 70's included this part. I do not think the term network really had the same meaning back then either.


CoS had a long standing policy not to mention any other Satanic organization. Not because they wanted to be above shit talking but because they want to give the impression they are the only show in town. Kinda like their ' you can not call yourself a Satanist if you are not part of the CoS ' attitude they only recently started to shy away from saying.


I did notice Gilmore taking shots at the Satanic Temple a few times. Likely cause we took shots at him. I say we referring to when I was a chapter head back in 2015.


Village Voice - Trolling Hi Hell


Seems if a organization gets enough attention like say ..... ten times more than the CoS ever got they make an exception.


If indeed it was a shot at SIN I say ' to shay ' you little evil garden gnome.



i was wonder how long you were gonna let me keep slapping you around publicly  before you put your gloves on. Clever way of doing so to not mentioning directly so that it could be denied and if I accused otherwise then I would be perceived as being ' full of myself ' ect ect.


Either way I will continue to promote the CoS as I have been for rthe last decade. My YouTube videos about the CoS have collectively hundreds of thousands of views. That is more than ALL their videos put together. Can not beat free advertising especially when they are unable to drum up the attention even though the tried. And for this I point to as true indication that Gilmore and company are clever, crafty, intelligent even after CoS crumbled following LaVey death.


That being said I will say it once again .... CoS died with its fonder the great Anton LaVey. The CoS is irrelevant and simply stands as a historical monument and Legacy of Dr. LaVey. In the mist of their internal thumb wresting over the estate they simply ignored the internet boom and technology got away from them. Only after I mentioned in a interview Gilmore was on as a live caller that their website looked like it was built on windows 95 did they finally pay someone to update it only a few weeks later.



Guys you coulda just asked me when I was a member to handle your advertising, YouTube and networking. :)


But I will give the CoS this. I have met some interesting and cool people from within the organization. It is a shame some of them though will not allow their picture to be taken with me for fear of being seen with someone on the ' black list' and being booted or demoted. Also the ' originality ' and authentic aesthetics will always be their own.


Brocifer Member

The foundation of my belief in Satanism come from the teaching of Anton Lavey. I have used the Satanic Bible as a road map along my spiritual journey. I had a mentor whom taught me a lot, but also taught me the communication with the gods is extremely important. The spirits have given me much knowledge in performing my own rituals and I do get results. I saw my first spirit when I was 8 years old and I could never get the interest of the occult out of my mind. As Lavey stated, “I better get on the side of these guys instead of protecting myself against them.”


Brocifer Feb 19 '19 · Rate: 5 · Tags: satanism
malwin5
i visited a local supermarket today  one of  and it seems like a million years ago

 even although 'twere only a few hours ago though it seems like a million years ago

i do believe the reason for this is " ah bin a'smokin de ganjah yeh ah bin in Hailin'

ah bin elevatin' de sacred holy ganjah maan womaan "

and that is precisely and exactly why it seems like a million years ago when i went to a supermarket and purchased  double dark black chocolate gateaux and double white whipped cream which i am devouring now within the deep and black of the DARKNESS


malwin5 Feb 19 '19 · Tags: hail satan
Baphy1428

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Baphy1428 Feb 18 '19 · Tags: social media
Zach Black Owner
Nine years ago on this day 02-09-10. I launched SIN solo and was the very first user. I think the only user for a couple days. I no clue what i was doing having little computer skills and no networking skills to speak of. In fact, I did not even know what a network forum really was. I remember moving some stuff from one side of the room to the other and that was progress. Luckily I sounded the horn on YouTube and a couple dozen people showed up. Thankfully Beastxeno saw that I was in trouble and offered his assistance. He was the first in a series of admin to help sail the ship. 


At first SIN blew up huge within the first year. I guess because it was the new thing on the block. back then I was known on YouTube as another Satanist making videos but had not yet really begun to grow in popularity yet. I used what few thousand subscribers I had and fanned the flames as much as I could. 


I simply started SIN for the same reason I got on YouTube. I spent about a year and observed. After a while I saw what I liked and what I thought I could do better. So I did. I created SIN to be the premier Satanic Network just like I set out to dominate YouTube and become the most subscribed to and viewed Satanist on YouTube. And I did. I did in spades with more subs and video views that all Satanists combined. 


SIN started off to be a better version of the few networks I knew of. I remember MySatan, ICOS, Goat of Mendes and a couple others. Each of those networks had their pros and cons just like SIN does. Well I wanted to be better that all of them .... together. And within a few years SIN did just that. 


So nine years later where are we? I look around and I Tell you what I see. I see a few other networks sinking into oblivion. Bouncing around in a barrel like a bunch of wounded ducks. I see the haters who have betrayed my trust and set this place on fire hiding in the distance in the shadows. With no honor and to cowardly to raise a hand and take credit for being a back stabbing spineless weasel. I laugh at you as we still stand strong. Stronger than all the few left put together and I smile thinking to myself ...  ' what a bunch of pathetic weakling pussies. Is that really the best you got ' ?  Where are you all now? And does anyone notice or even care?  


Does anyone know what happened to that fat goofy looking flat chested ugly chick that you use to hang out with in real life? You know, the one who would go to your house and and chill with you. That one who went all the way up to Northern California to visit you at the winery wearing Jason Sorrell SIN shirt. What was her name again ? .. .. Exactly. 


I could go on about a few more but why bother. Nobody remembers you or cares. Nobody missed you for more than a month either. 


So those cowboys and cowgirls that are still left. Pull up a chair. Order yourself a drink. This could possibly be the last carnival to pass through this town again. This world is growing harder and harder for this type of engagement. Like the traveling sideshow freaks our time is coming and I can see the horizon. So lets order a round of drinks, toss your chips in and all bets are in. 


   I told you naysayers once nine years ago and I will say it again....

                      '' SIN aint going nowhere . I am all in ''. 



Dark Enlightenment



Dear RJ Reynolds,

Thank you, my dear North Carolina or Virginia friends, for maximizing my Nicotine intake and designing the cigarette to be both smoother and more addictive.

I am very sorry a federal judge has ordered you to risk losing customers.

You can't let them beat you!

"Cigarette companies control the impact and delivery of nicotine in many way, including designing filters and selecting the paper to maximize the ingestion of nicotine..."

That did NOTHING to make me resent you, RJ Reynolds, and I want you to know I gladly pay 240 dollars a month to 'kill myself' with your fine turkish/domestic blend of Tobacco.

You need to find more clever ways to market to children before the health culture gets to them.

Vaping is appealing to  youth. If you use foreign cartoons (Anime) to promote say a particular vape design they will more likely to choose harmless water vapor laced with delicious nicotine. You may also be able to bypass the efforts of Rob Reiner like fat asses, with their precious goo, have tried to force down this country's throat.

I choose to die my own way, and I want my Camel cigarettes there until the end.

Best Wishes,

Eva 



KaylaDawn666
Infernal Greetings Brothers and Sisters in Satanism, Whether you are theistic or any other type of Satanist I am in the process of looking for those who want to come out of the shadows.


I would love to start the first real theistic satanic church, for us to come commune and give worship to our dark lord, and I would love to make the first real theistic satanic bible, a but I cant do this alone i need other satanists and high priests and priestesses to teach and speak for the First Church of Satan....


the reason for wanting all this is because I'm so sick of Christianity and Islam forcing us into hiding, we have as much right to exist as the false religions, I want us, our path, and our people to stand true and proud out in the open and show the world that we cant be demonized any longer and that we are not afraid to build our Satanic Order of Hell, the Abrahamic religions are dying and its time to show them this truth...


If you Feel the Same and would like to join me and make my goals a reality please message me and tell me how you wish to help, and what part you want to play in this infernal goal.


In all reality this is the best way to Establish Our selves in the open and prepare for the coming of our Dark Lord to the real world. 


Hail Satan!!!
Ave Satanas!!!


And may our True Dark Lord Rise once more and cast his Infernal Blessings upon his Children of Night!!!

KaylaDawn666 Jan 14 '19 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 17 · Tags: satanism theistic spiritual traditional satanic order hell
Darque
It's extremely hard to meet like minded people here in Smalltown Bible Belt U.S.A. I would like to meet fellow practitioners, especially those that are involved in demonolatry. My current living situation prevents me from openly practicing, so it's really not been conducive to the advancement of myself and my practice. I'd be interested in making friends that would like to do rituals together or even just hanging out and discussing topics of Luciferianism, Satanism, Demonolatry, or any occult subjects.
Darque Jan 13 '19
Paimons_Son1211
Hmmmmm. This is a touchy subject because when you conjure your essentially creating something to manifest into your reality your spiritual plain your life and some things you conjure will easily take your welcome but at the cost of your energy, your essence, your will. And will decive you by sending you certain things or messages to derail you from your course. 


Now this is where it may get confusing, you have to know why you walk this path, What you wish to learn,gain,absorb,manifest or desire. It is imperative to know deep down how strong your will power is and if you have any inner questions or second doubts. You need to work on your ahjna chakra but even before that you need to make sure you are separated from things that tie you to this reality or this dimension, basically grounded so that your more open for self silencing meditation to easier gain knowledge or make contact or even manifest into your reality what you will. But the reason I say these first steps are imperative is to further you inner knowledge of what it is in this path you seek.


 Whether it be material gain, knowledge attributes, or even to see the unseen for better lack of words psychic abilities. Just have the ground working knowledge to not be so easily deceived. Because their is a thin line between being deceived or being influenced. And I assure you that if you are attempting to make spiritual contact one or the other is GOING TO HAPPEN, it is up to you to decipher which one it is. And upon that the power of will is amazing and will grant you abilities you would never be able to receive without making the correct contact and receiving thus the knowledge or the tools to further your abilities to manifest or conjure things that you will.


 I have spent years working with and learning certain things and obtaining the tools to further my path as a True Black Magician. The possibilities are limited to your will. The more grounded and powerful your will is the possibilities will thusly be limitless. If you are a beginner or need information or help don't be afraid or hesitant to contact me, I was put on this earth to help, That is my purpose.


 Have a safe and productive day my brothers and sisters of this path we all walk. And to the people of the opposite path I wish you too a safe journey in your life.


Your Black Magician,


KentiosTheNegromancer,©

Paimons_Son1211
So for the most part as many of you that know me also knows my Patron Demonic Spirit King Paimon. Well first off, I've have amazing invocations as well as evocations during this path working with King Paimon. To recently I was lead on the path of knowledge and during this time of enlightenment I was willed to work with Azazel also and guys let me be the first to tell you, I have been absorbing some heavy stuff working with this entity. The amount of power this entity beholds is absolutely insane. I know I've been offline a while but my recent studies and rituals has required me to remove myself from those things that makes us less grounded to this spiritual plain. My path is still incomplete though as I have taken on the full force of possession by both of these Kings I've finally felt the flame of the Infernal Realm and for the first time my Black Magik has grown to the point I can take a full on 18 day possession by these two kings. The feeling of being reborn as a true Black Magician is amazing. And it's good to be back. Looking forward to hearing from a few of my friends on here as I have a lot to talk about as well as catch up on.
Paimons_Son1211 Jan 7 '19 · Comments: 4 · Tags: king paimon king azazel hail satan
Zach Black Owner
Here are some of the  various versions of modified sigils I have been working on for the Goetia Demon Shirt collection for  Satanic Fashion. All 72 sigils will be going up on shirts . All 72 will be the style as they are a complete set. I  will make the  others available of course as  I  assume no one here needs  all 72 shirts in their closet.  


Kind of a strange blog but google indexes in searches very well the blogs. So,here are the various styles of sigils I  have made. Would  like  to  here which are your favorites.


Fire Sigils  - 


Most likely the collection I will go with .. or maybe the one that follows this .




Neon Sigils



Blood sigils




Drafts








WolfHyde666

Since this is my first blog post, I suppose I will talk about my first impressions of this lovely website. At very first, I thought the design was a bit lacking because I was trying to access the site on my smart phone and the java script is apparently not designed for use on a smart phone since the chat box wasn't lining up correctly. So I got on the Laptop.


After getting on the laptop, the site features work fine with the laptop display. Obviously designed for computer based access. Now that I've been able to access the features better I'm actually quite impressed. There is a list of further reading material, which is always nice. There's discussions and groups. The chat feature is quite nice too.


As for the usefulness of collaboration, this is yet to be seen as this is my second day or so. Hopefully I will meet some equally talented individuals for these type of discussions, as to how we can further the cause of Satanism within our local communities and the world at large.



WolfHyde666 Dec 31 '18 · Comments: 3 · Tags: first impressions of site
harley
I missed a whole shit load and its good to be back. Im getting married i got a new job and today someone got into a car accident trying to run from me and an ass beating of a life time so its been a good year for me. Zach thanks for the congratulations on Facebook. i need to let you all know NOW, that im way fucking better at cutting onions so FUCK YOU!!!! no on a real note i missed being around people that dont cry when i say fuck shit bitch cunt bloody cum bubbles and that christ makes me hungry for chicken on a stick being a reminder and all.......................H.S
harley Dec 30 '18 · Tags: my balls
Winterbeard
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Winterbeard Dec 16 '18
Owner/Admin

Now until 2019 20% off EVERYTHING at satanicfashion.com . If you had your eye on something it does not get any cheaper. Most shirts are $16.66 so you are only paying like 12 bucks a shirt. I have some shirts like the one with the logo on it marked down already so that shirt is $8 bucks. If you order in the next couple days you should get it by X-Mass if in the USA. We got about 100 designs in many colors and most sizes and styles. In fact I will mark down a handful of shirts for the holidays like the traditional stuff ( Baphomet, Lucifer sigils ect. so that with the coupon it will be 10 bucks. That is like 35% off. Check it out. I am working on it now the coupon code is active use it at checkout SATANCLAWS20 for your 20% off. Once again the coupon code is 

SATANCLAWS20


https://satanicfashion.com/discount/SATANCLAWS20



Paimons_Son1211
So guys, I'm at work for those of you who don't know I'm a 24/7 emergency response mechanic. And this older gentlemen who needed a on the spot belt change and this guy was an obvious bible thumper...... So he proceeded to talk about how God sent me at this perfect time to fix his snapped belt and guys, if y'all could have seen the look on my face. He started rambling on and on and it was getting to the point where I just wanted to work in silence. So I asked him a simple and easy question. I asked so you obviously believe in God. But are you biased in your beliefs? He asked what did I mean. Now mind you what said next blew his fucking mind. I said biased as in your beliefs like is it God God God and no other entity or higher spirits at play. And he said no my god is all knowing and I laughed very sarcastically he then proceeded to ask what's funny. Then i said, look man if your going to believe what you want then you cannot be biased, you have to know at least some basic knowledge on Satan and the other all powerful entities. How can you believe so whole heartedly on something when you think you only know one side of the fence. You need to do some research and learn both sides before you devote yourself to one "Devine" entity.  You are basically agreeing to be a controlled idiot. And I'll elaborate your basically siding with one person and basically blindly choosing one side being ignorant without even opening up yourself to know your so called spiritual enemy's. So your religion has no power behind it and it's fueled by deceit and lies. But it isn't your fault,you was born that way so I don't judge your ignorance. Guys if I could describe the mannerisms in his actions afterwards I'd basically have to say this man turned pale white and I could picture him doing the two finger cross thing that people do when they see a vampire or some shit. And I successfully won that verbal battle as he turned around in silence and sat in his car for the remainder of the job duration. Lol fucking golden. I just thought I'd share a piece of some of my weird late night encounters. Hope you guys enjoyed that as much as I did.  Let me know what you all think about that and let me know if I was to harsh with my statements. 


Hail Satan

Hail KING PAIMON

Paimons_Son1211 Dec 2 '18 · Comments: 5 · Tags: religion heartbreaks lol
coolman7789
I initially started this path once I learned what a succubus was. I now understand some but very little about demonology. I wish to work with Azazel and Lilith, but after many attempts I've come to realize I have no clue of how to evoke/invoke such an entity. I'm also  not fully in touch with my spiritual side. I meditate daily as I've heard this increases your chances of summoning the spirit. If anyone has any knowledge i'm open minded to the idea so thanks.
coolman7789 Dec 1 '18 · Rate: 3 · Comments: 5
EdMenonymous Member

I am awake..I am awakening...

Change takes time..yet I am starting to see it..

This shit is my creation!!! 

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MUTHA FUKKIN MINE!"!!!

Its like when you adopt a cat that lost its owners. 

It takes time for the kitty to trust the new owners.

I wonder if all of the exotic birds and animals that are taken sold and caged before they take out football fields of rainforest, ever get used to captivity.

I been aware and awake as I can be since the get go.Bad habits,

 lack of inner strength, curiosity commitment and creativity, these are my biggest challenges. 

Im lucky as hell tho, peeps call my probs FIRST WORLD PROBS. 


and they are. FIRST WHIRL PROBREMS

As hard inconvenient aggravating hopeless as yours and my lives might seem the truth is, 

We could beDying in Palestine

Starving in Yemen

Phosphorus bombed or Sarin gassed in our own Rainforest Territory

Suffocating on a 500 miles Ocean migration due to NO OXYGEN

Melting from the inside out from Ebola

or burning up in our cars trying to escape a ravaging forest fire

I could go on and so could you, but you get my point. 

When I see what this world has to go through and look at my lighfe and how ridiculously easy it is..I dont know why me..Why Am I so lucky.I assume that either,

 I am just to weak to handle any REAL SHIT.. 

or I just won the fukkin Universal lottery on havin a super easy lighfe 

with mostly happiness and a lot fun.

Still havent found the REAL ME that picked those lucky numbers yet,

 but Im workin on itY

 Yep yep..I guess I am just one lucky hamster. HAIL SATAN! AVE YE ANUS

I gots mah foods water a safe cage 

AND! this AWESOME BALL SHAPED WHEEL that I JUST LOVE TO RUN IN PLACE BUT AROUND AND AROUND IN! OH BOY!!

OK..Gotta Go! Get ta spinnin..weeeee.yay me!

I am awake..I am awakening...Change takes time..yet I am starting to see it..This shit is my creation!!! 

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MUTHA FUKKIN MINE!"!!!
LUX::LUC

EdMhamster Ekstraordinære!!

93 buddy


EdMenonymous Dec 1 '18 · Tags: satanic hamsters
Paimons_Son1211
To all my skyrim players, I seriously just realized how demonic skyrim really is. Lol am I the only on who notices certain things about that game. Guys let me know if I'm tripping or if I'm actually right.


Hail Satan

Paimons_Son1211 Nov 30 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: skyrim
Paimons_Son1211
I absolutely just love those sleepless nights with writers block, oh I just feel so productive....NOT Lmfao
Paimons_Son1211 Nov 29 '18 · Comments: 7
BubblesMd
And what size does your profile picture have to be
BubblesMd Nov 21 '18
BubblesMd
Okay so I just turned 18 and graduated high school. I’m trying to find something to be apart of or meet people who could possibly have the same interest as me. I’m not “satanist” , I don’t really believe in anything. My family is Christian but it’s hard for me to be one or even try considering I don’t totally agree with the religion or any religion at that but I’ve never quite understood satanism or seen the religion practiced. I live in houston and the only satanist church that was here got burned down by Christian (hence why I don’t agree with the religion) therefore for obvious reasons, can’t visit. I really want to understand this religion every aspect of it good bad whatever.
BubblesMd Nov 21 '18 · Tags: #help #new #learn
BubblesMd
Can I meet up with a satanist in houston?
BubblesMd Nov 17 '18 · Comments: 1
Brother Shamus

The following is a 10 question college level common knowlege quiz. Some are easy, some are the type you'd find on Antagonists Trivia, Is that even around still?


Have fun.



1. Which of these Countries is 40% Christian?

A. Bangladesh
B. Turkey
C. Egypt
D. Lebanon

2. Which of these is incorrect?


* The name used at time of transition. 

A. Ottoman Empire -> Turkey
B. Prussia -> Russia
C. New France -> Louisiana Territory
D. Great Britain -> United States

3. Which of these is incorrect?

A. Tin = Tn
B. Gold = Au
C. Oxygen = O
D. Neon = Ne 

4. Which of these is NOT a city?

A. Kuala Lumpur
B. Portland
C. Seychelles
D. Addis Ababa

5. What currency is used primarily in Zimbabwe?

A. Zimbabwean Dollar
B. US Dollar
C. British Pound
D. Nigerian Naira

6. Which of these does not have four legs?

A. Mustang
B. Cougar
C. Chevelle
D. Impala

7. Which of these was not a dictator?

A. Saparmurat Niyazov
B. Josef Stalin
C. Nicholas Sarkozy
D. Francisco Franco

8. Which of these is not a recognized national animal?

 
A. Kiwi
B. Dragon
C. Unicorn
D. Aardvark

9.  Which of these religious texts is youngest?

* Note - excluding retroactive 'oral' traditions.

A. The Epic of Gilgamesh
B. The Torah
C. The Avesta
D. The Rigvedas

10. Which of these Movies did not win Best Picture?

A. Apocalypse Now
B. Amadeus
C. Godfather II
D. No Country For Old Men

Ok, there you go. 10 useless questions of pointless trivia only people on Jeopardy would know. I am not writing this to make anyone feel dumb, some of these are tricky. 

But if you scored higher than 3.5/10 you know more than the average American. Not kidding.

That seems sad.

Answers: D B A C B C C D B A 

Brother Shamus Nov 15 '18
ecole666
I have noticed there is greater variety in Satanism than those outside, and some on the inside, are hardly aware of. Many are what may be called"Laveyan" because they are COS or are of the sane belief as he. To me he was basically an atheist,and did not believe in a real being called Satan,or other things supernatural. Then there are those who do believe in an actual being called Satan and actually worship and serve him. This later type is more my personal outlook. I think many call it "theistic" Satanism. 

However, many of these theistic Satanists,like myself,do not anthropomorphize Him nor do we think he is a being who is all red with horns,a pointy tail and pitchfork! He is a powerful spiritual being,the one true God who was made into a devil in judeo- Christian mythology! And that is all their concept of him(and everything else for that matter)is--pure myth!

ecole666 Nov 14 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satan satanism type myth
CorsettedTrouble97
I need an audio book of Anton LaVey reading "The Satanic Bible". It motivates me, reminds me I am strong. His voice is strong and smooth.
CorsettedTrouble97 Nov 13 '18 · Comments: 2
Gypsiegirl920
why do all these poor people especially in the south keep voting republican.when we all no that is against their own interest , they dont  have a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of. and to be frank the republicians like  mr trump laugh at them he thinks they are a joke he wants no part of them they are poor trash to him.i mean birds of a feather flock together, but your coins say you are not apart of that bird flock.what really is the kicker most of them have to beg the democrats for benefits but they still want  to hold on to the republican fantasy.


Gypsiegirl920 Nov 8 '18 · Comments: 3 · Tags: gypsiegirl920
ecole666
I am new on here,and relatively new to Satanism. I hope to add more photos in the near future and add more detail. Have to be careful as have to share a computer with others who would not understand,or accept,my faith. Feel free to drop a line anytime.I especially would like to contact other Satanists in the Flint and Saginaw,MI USA area. Hail Satan!
ecole666 Nov 3 '18 · Comments: 1 · Tags: geetings, intro, new
BubblesMd
What is a satanic romance? Is it different from other relationships?
BubblesMd Nov 1 '18 · Comments: 2
BubblesMd
I don’t know much about this stuff, not really sure if I fit but I want to learn
BubblesMd Oct 31 '18 · Comments: 3 · Tags: #new #knowlegde
Masaji
Hello, I am curious what religious groups members
here were in before they became Satanists. Please
reply to this message (^^)
Masaji Oct 12 '18 · Comments: 2
EpicFail TITS
The human mind seems nearly incapable of accepting that one day we will return to oblivion. Perhaps it's that survival instinct we all have-- that natural drive to cling to life even when we know death is imminent.

Maybe most of us can't grasp the probable reality that this is all there is. Certainly there must be some kind of meaning.. most people grow up, reproduce have mundane jobs and expire. 

life in and of itself is void of meaning.  Human existence in its entirety has no core significance. So yes, this is it.

However, meaning can be created.  One must focus on him or herself. Finding their own little piece of secular paradise.  

Fuck the idea of an uncertain at best afterlife. No speculation on the reality of here and now is necessary. we need to focus every moment possible on things that are significant to us-- make the most of each minute. We have choices. The three obvious ones are, pretend this life is only a bridge and put your faith in a likely imaginary entity, or live a life void of meaning ..a life of simply existing or make the most of it and enjoy.

End of rant
EpicFail TITS
Why do cats purr? 


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


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

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

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


EpicFail Sep 29 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: random, mystery, cats, domestic cats, purr
EpicFail TITS
I really don't like people in general and try to avoid them as much as possible. so of course I have severe social deficits.  

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


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


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

A dim red light glowed softly, gently, as not to disturb the perfect darkness. An ancient silence whispered in my ear, “nihil hic vivit, neque etiam te….”
As if painted on the tail of a lost memory, the words came from within. “Nothing lives here, not even you.”

 

   I had no recollection of being elsewhere, but a faint murmur, echoed songs from another world. A dense haze blanketed the bridges connecting this realm with others.  A million miles of blackness stretched from far below me to infinity. It seemed I looked down from space at a world long forgotten, and saw a much younger me. She returned my gaze, pleading urgently for something I couldn’t recall. It occurred to me as she stared at me with hopeful eyes that she hadn’t a clue that she was wishing upon a dead star.  

A steady “thump-thump” drummed through the atmosphere. That rhythm lived here in the shadows, sleeping with its red night light. A cozy warmth enveloped me.  I thought that perhaps I might just stay here forever, in blissful nothingness.

 

An unwelcomed light appeared, making its way through the fog, relentlessly pushing itself out of the dark.  From the empty came swarms of insects, beetles perhaps.  Magnetically drawn to the fluorescent beam, the insects terminated themselves.  One by one, obliterated like fallen soldiers on enemy turf.

 

 

The light forced its way through the empty until there was only brightness.  I floated on gentle waves of sparkling, blue water.  A slight scent of salt tinged the mild breeze.  For just a moment, things were perfect.

And just before I was about to slip into dumb complacency, a glistening wall of water appeared. A Trojan horse barreled towards me at a super-sonic speed. Death wrapped in a sparkling box, with white ribbon, engulfed me. It felt like I was tumbling around in a washing machine that I couldn’t turn off.  Lost in the infinity of an abyss, the dwindling remains of my conscience short circuited.

 

            A faint “thump-thump,” rolled through a familiar void.  It appeared a living entity, who came from within me and outside me; protected me perhaps. Steadily the drumming began to crescendo. No longer could I distinguish myself as a separate being.  The tempo remained steady, while a pressure grew around me, and became progressively more intense.  The red light dwindled and merged with a new white light.


The piercing rays glowed more intensely as I made my way through the cramped tunnel. People cooed at me and made funny faces at me. I let loose a reptilian cry. Eventually I escaped into daydreams.

  A still emptiness held me, begging my attention.  And from within, a film began-    a collage of memories.  “Make it stop,” I cried into the deaf ear of infinity. 

 

Remembering my childhood, the awkward tensions of early adulthood, and finally sometime near the present. I felt violated.

 

Through a veil of condensation, an inner reflection escaped into the night.   Everything was so hazy. 

 

Nightfall lurked nearby.  Although cloaked with trees and pine needles, a surreal realm of familiarity merged with an uncertain forever.  Not so far away, an outline twisted and turned into the present.  Someone was drowning in a small body of water that was otherwise stagnant.

 

In the murky night, I saw her submerge into the water. Darkness swallowed her and she was gone.  The sobering recollection pushed its way forward; my dear little sister.


Again, I was consumed to vacancy… loneliness concealed in a dense fog. 
Sadness resonated from the mist--- a wailing wall of grief, pain and isolation

A dark figure emerged. It appeared feminine, clad in long flowing black robes and a hood that hid its face. 


 The figure spoke. Its voice confirmed that it was undeniably female.

"I've been waiting for you." She said, in a soft almost melodic voice. 
I paused, baffled.
Only a soft, “why is that?” escaped my lips.

“I've come to collect you."


An anvil of dread dropped on me.


"come. Walk with me.”

The apparition woman remained calm. “There is only one way out,” she whispered.

She motioned me to follow her into the fog.


I followed her down a windy stairwell that never seemed to end. The fog seemed to be getting even thicker. Sorrow lived here.


After decades of descending steps, we finally reached the bottom. There was nothing there--- just a door. From it, darkness tinged with a reddish glow, seeped through its cracks.

Perspiration dripped down my face. I wanted to run but there was nowhere to run. I wanted to get out of there.

I forced myself to ask, “Where does this door go?” 

“I think you know the answer to that question,” she said. 

The concept of hell had always fascinated me, although I didn’t really believe it to be real.  I assumed that the idea of a “nether world,” was a scare tactic used to hinder people from doing pleasant things.

 

I pinched myself, half-believing I’d wake up. A foul taste filled my mouth and for a moment, I thought I might vomit. 

A dull state of awareness found me in an overflowing bathtub.  Unable to move, I felt a beast known as panic pounce on my submerged head.  Little waves of thought crashed undistinguishably.  I thought to myself, “this is what it’s like. This is what it feels like to die.  Fading screams, begging me to fight for survival reverberated through semi-consciousness.

             

            Without warning, my last recollections waltzed in.  The bottle of sedatives the running bath water.  I planned this. 

 

         The bathroom fogged from the bath’s evaporation. It blurred into misty grey. Breathing proved an impossible task. My survival instincts dulled.

 

       The condensation grew thicker.  And from it, the lady in black emerged.  She took my hand in hers, almost comforting me. A dim red light glowed through the crack in the bathroom door that was no longer the bathroom door. 

 

      I turned to take one last glimpse of my lifeless body. The over flowing water sparkled deceptively. Warm water splashed in my exhausted lungs.

I turned back to the woman in black.

“Come it is time,” she said.
  and I followed her into the immense nothingness.

 

EpicFail TITS
so.. There was never any doubt for me that the disney films that most of you enjoyed as kids are pure evil. I could never tolerate them.  animated characters bursting out in song every five minutes, annoy(ed) me with their subliminal messages.. damn them to hell!


only thing I have in common with bible thumpers is that I 100 percent agree that these films are heinous.(but for very different reasons.)  Take beauty and the beast for example.  The beast supposedly portrays the anti-christ. Xians take a literal approach. The world's most well known antagonist is called the "beast" in the final chapter of the world's most notorious book of hatred.  

walt disney likely meant no correlation between his film and the "good book." I do wonder sometimes if Disney himself was affiliated with something real and truly nefarious.  

Beauty kinda symbolizes the following of Christ.  When the alleged apocalypse happens (hypothetically speaking of course,) the epic conflict between team jesus and team lucifer will occur. Of course in both the bible and the film, beauty prevails. sigh I hate happy endings.. and I especially hate it when they burst into sappy disney style tunes or boring hymns. 


so anyone here team jesus? team lucifer? mostly don't give a fuck.. but interesting allegory

EpicFail Sep 25 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: beast, bible, christianity, disney, protagonist, antagonist, allegory, apocalypse, revelations, sappy
Obscura TITS

“Maybe you’re not the hero you thought you were.”


I sit with scarred, armored, war-torn Zadkiel on a threadbare couch, my twin angel and second-in-command general of Michael, of whom we are both standard bearers, I reconnaissance, he defense.  We are reminiscing about the War (there is only ever one War, don’t let mortals fool you otherwise) and Zeke’s eyes are alight with fire and rambunctiousness.  He clutches his sword between his kneecaps, driven down into the wood of the floor, and chortles like a jackal.


“Gaby kept running around delivering messages he didn’t see my infantry plowing through him.  That was the first time he died.  Oh, what a little bird flitting about, unaware he’s in the way with those high falutin messages straight from Mikey himself.”


I bring my knees to my lap and nestle against his wing.  He has a familiar face lit with fire, like the gentle soul that houses him is in vengeance mode.  The night before I fell asleep, I saw him in pointed spidery silver and gold armor with gauntlets and lamellar plating and a visor that hid darkness and burning blue eyes that would flicker to red like coals.  Zadkiel kept cutting the air with his flaming sword as if to spell betrayal out for me, only I couldn’t catch on, not in the awake state at least.


“How did you die, Zadkiel?” I ask, hesitantly.


Zadkiel gives  wild laugh.  “Oh, how didn’t I die?  I bled out in the trenches.  I took bullets through the heart.  Stabbed by an underling that didn’t like my iron fist.  The question, my dear, is that I always die, it’s only a matter of time.  Some more gruesome than others.”


I think back to my death, that first fall from grace, and can’t help but ask: “Do you remember me, Zad?”


Zadkiel sighs like wind through an empty carnival.  Like he is haunted by me, which is likely the case: “You were put on trial for corrupting demons during your reconnaissance missions, Jo. Up to scale 11, you ruined the . At the end, we couldn’t tell whose side you were on but your own. You were judged as a traitor.  Due for execution but you died anyway in one last coup d etat.  Always the wild child, Jo.”


There are tears in his eyes and he doesn’t look at me.  I can barely look at my own legs.


“Oh…” I speak softly, remembering the lore.  Zophael, the Herald of Hell, with sympathies towards the fallen.  Zophiel, the fallen angel of Maria del Ocidente’s poem.  Zophael, the one who took the side of the fallen and rebelled against heaven.  Zophiel, Heaven’s double-timing spy that got in too deep.


Three battalions met the day I died.  My own rebels, hewn from fallen and angels.  Samael’s forces.  Michael’s legions.  Three separate battles: those that would restore balance, those that would drag the world to Hell, and those that would enforce the mono-culture of Heaven.  I have met those that took my side.  They were much fewer, possibly not a third, but perhaps the neutral angels that fell to Earth and became the land, sea, and forest elementals.  Perhaps we did make a stand, however brief, and when I took Satan’s spear through the heart for Michael, I abandoned not only my post but betrayed both sides.


A traitor to both heaven and hell.  Playing my own little games.  Turning angels on demons and demons on angels.


We are not always heroes in our own stories.  At best, we might wrangle some sympathy from those who wronged us.  To fight for Satan is a noble misguided cause.  To fight for Michael is a glory train of bad choices and patriarchal fuckups that gets you nailed to a cross.


To fight for the traitor, why, that takes special madness.  You get put on Earth, in the end.


We are never the heroes in our stories, and my sadness runs deep as the liar’s grave I fill.  In the end, I hurt everyone, all because I wanted to be the architect of my own story, or perhaps I was playing both sides all along.  An instigator for the war.  Flying to steal the glory of god for humanity, too close to the sun I touched eternal fire and brought it back for those hairless apes.  Goading on Samael and Michael to rough it out over me.  I am  the only thing they cared about, at least momentarily, in the end (of my life, not there’s – there’s is a cause, a higher purpose, and mine is the trickster mentality).


Whatever happened, history may be doomed ot repeat.  Or maybe now, I finally get the chance to redeem myself.  Maybe now, I won’t bleed black ink from adamant veins.


We are never the heroes we thought we were, but maybe, on the flight of a lark, on a vespertine moon’s last rays, we can become something like God.

Obscura Sep 11 '18 · Comments: 3
Obscura TITS
As an avid fan of Sumerian mythology, it has always perplexed me that some Satanists equate Satan with Enki, which is clearly not the mythological case.  Samael, as it were, directly sprang from the warrior god of plagues and the black sun and underworld, Nergal.  His cultus survived in Harran amongst the Sabeans well into the Middle Ages where Samael was worshipped by the name Shemal, directly correlated with Nergal in the trinity of Sin and Inanna and Nergal in this pagan tradition.  Shemal was the Lord of the North, god of Mars, lord of demons and djinn, and where the name Samael came from.  Additionally, there is the simoom, or Samiel wind, the hottest desert phenomena on this planet that occurs in the Middle East.  None of this rings "Enki."  Enki is Lord of the Waters.  Who else is Lord of the Waters?  Jesus.  Enki is a Creator, Nergal is a Destroyer.  In stealing Me from Enki, who is the keeper of knowledge, Inanna stole this prototype of Jesus' flame and gave it to humanity.  And in the garden and struggle against the Annunaki, who liberated humanity?  Enki!  He is a father god like El, yet also the closest thing the Sumerian pantheon had to a Savior.  If you look closely at Jesus, he is a Trickster.  He puts demons into pigs for fun and curses fig trees and speaks in parables of riddles and destroys the social establishment by being a renegade and overturning tables and wine in the Temple.  Enki, in turn, disobeys the social order of Sumerians and is their Trickster.  Trickster occurs in all cultures, but Enki and Jesus, if anyone bothers to work with their energies, are practically one and the same!  Water.  Fluid.  Enlightened.  Humorous.  Great power, saviors, keepers and dispensers of celestial wisdom and liberators of humanity.  Enki is much more directly connected to Jesus than Samael, who is a direct correlation to Nergal.  Satan is derived from Nergal, a far cry and completely opposite deity from Enki, who is corresponded to Jesus throughout Sumerian mythology.  It takes a quick Google search and glance at Wikipedia to prove the overlap between Enki and Jesus (LORD OF THE WATER) and even more obvious is the direct correspondence between Nergal (root of the Demiurge) who is LITERALLY Samael, the oldest form of Satan.  So if you want a Sumerian correspondence for a Satanic God, just fucking worship Nergal.  I promise you, there is practically NO DIFFERENCE BESIDES ONE BEING A GOD AND ONE BEING AN ARCHANGEL ARCHDEMON SASSY TALKING SNAKE SKELETON DRAGON THINGY.  And if you want to, invoke Enki and Christ at the same time. I dare you.  They will merge.


BEWARE NIBIRU


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Obscura TITS

The Lightbringer attended to his duties.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Fate line?  I have none, Eve.”


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“No!  I am the Lightbringer!”


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Michael wiped his blade clean of rot.


The tithe was paid.


The day was born.

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