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I know we have a quote section but when I saw this I had to post it where it would be seen. Stephen Flowers is deeply respected in both the Pagan and Theistic LHP community. Many of us in the LHP knew that he was involved in such things but most of it keeped it quiet because we did not wish his reputation to be harmed. Unlike many authors in the occult who make outlandish claims or declare titles upon themselves, Stephen has let his heroic research and intense insight speak for him. 

He has changed his pen name several times because of the stigma of both the LHP and the Germanic systems he has mastered. As of yet he has been reserved about showing open affiliation with the LHP, but today he posted a question about the LHP and he commented the following quote. I asked for his permission to quote it here. This man is my hero.

" I asked the question because I have always considered myself to follow a LHP tradition with in the Germanic tradition, which is what I think the true and authentic Odian / Odinic path is. It's not a special form of Odinism, it is the real and authentic Odinism. The "spooky dark side" is PART of it, but only part. Odin is the Lord of Light, Brighten of Darkness. The LHP component is strongest in the heroism involved. We are charged to become special warriors in Midgard, to accomplish great things, to make Names for ourselves and be Remembered. The heroes in Valhalla have reached the level of Individual Identity which is recognizable and worthy of Remembering. That is what we seek to do. (Here I am speaking this those in this group, although my thoughts are well known to any one who asks. *Wodhanaz is our exemplary model of this path. We seek to do, in some small measure, what he does. But remember this: his work was only half way dedicated to his own development, the other half was in the service of making a better world."

-------Stephen Flowers

Zoramonkey Jul 23 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: germanic, lhp, asatru
Mauricio Gonzalez II
Here I explain my personal motivations of going in to the Occult & what had led me to embrace Satanism, the reasons as to what led me on "The Left-Hand Path". It is A *bit of A long ass story, so I will try to shorten it up (don't mind the Autism)...

For A large part of my life, I had constant issues with my peer-group due to me being different & prefer only striving to be an ideal student. I was different due to my intelligence (I knew what death was & had good knowledge in regards to animals or bugs or insects), mannerisms (I had good etiquette while every one else lacked manners) & I did not dress like the others because I did not want to look like A gang-banger. Unfortunately I would often get harassed & persecuted just for acting or dressing older (`was quite A flirt back then) than what I really was, I was different from the rest. I mostly got on well with the Teachers, except for the ones at charter schools where they are awful dicks with poor sense of judgment & the school administrators were even bigger ass-holes with issues of incompetence (especially at that charter school)! This would continue on until I am forced in to home-schooling multiple times, the last one being some thing done on the internet & (after the courts failed to provide justice) I would eventually "drop-out" as an act of protest against the school system...basically trying to argue the point that the school system does not care about the well being of the student, only caring about numbers & that was all I am to them-Numbers! That so-called "No Child Left Behind" law was all just rotten BULL'S SHIT as I have been left behind & my child-hood dreams of joining the Navy as an Officer from the Navy Academy are just DEAD! Quite, frankly...this would make any one who had to suffer this just PISSED OFF & this is only focusing on the material aspects of life as I have yet to explain my spiritual struggles!

Now I am pretty much going to explain the political/different spiritual phases of my life. As far as I can remember...I can recall that as A toddler, I was attracted to oriental things & was fond of Buddha-like altars (I remember actually wanting one for A while until I would forget about it). I was apparently pretty social & was fond of dancing, but then epilepsy had struck me down...I don't remember much of what occurred. But I do remember that I developed an interest in the military as soon as I saw my first military parade & it was when I moved to Las Vegas-that I first tried military-oriented games (one of the first being "C&C: Red Alert" & "Panzer General III: Scorched Earth"). It was then at the time that I had developed A fascination of Germany & Russia back at that time, I would then become an Atheistic Anti-American Communist (back at time when it wasn't A "Cool Thing" to be like these days) & I didn't really know any better back then because of how History is taught in A biased manner. I didn't like my own country because of how I was being treated by my own peer-group & some of the adults, I had thought that there were other places that are better. My life became harsher, more pain & distress...especially when the blame kept on falling on me, I was even blamed for 9/11 happening (believe it or not)! I would come across some stories from people in Christianity & hear about prayers being answered, miracles occurring...I wanted that & thus became highly devoted in Abrahamic Religions (specifically Catholic Christianity), I had A crazed fanatical craving for purpose. Despite my faith, I was still interested in living in an other country (the U.K. seemed promising) & serving that country's military. I would eventually come to my senses & become more nationalistic in regards to my own country, it was at this time that I joined the U.S.N.S.C.C. with the intent of joining the military as an Officer. Despite my new-found faith at that time, I still was going through issues regarding isolation & depression (I was completely in home-schooling then, but had awful sense of loneliness as well as spiteful envy). I had developed A major case of envy as well as being Gender Dysphoric (ironic, I know), I would still hear about people who were less worthy getting divine favors while some one who was devoted as I was didn't get any thing at all! I then figured that I was doing some thing wrong & took to secretly lashing my self with A car antenna, eventually even cutting my self to put blood on the cross as A means of desperation...the results were rather limited & inadequate. The prayers I said to "Allah/Jehovah/Yahweh" were simple...I wanted Protection, Health, Wealth, Fame, Love, Complete Gender Change, Death To My Enemies, Power, An End To My Suffering, No More Isolation, Swift Justice, My Immediate Death (I was Suicidal)...I got none, there would then come A point that I would lose all patience & just renounce "All Things Christian" (which would of course include Jewism & Islam for obvious reasons, just the same old hypocrisy wrapped up in A different style) in favor of some thing more "Pro-Life".

I then would go on A personal spiritual journey to find what is true & thus during my years of isolation, did I study immensely in A various things in regards to faith. I was first considering Buddhism, but would find out that it was just A philosophy...A good philosophy, but I wanted some thing much deeper. So I looked in to where it came from & was reading about Hinduism, I liked many things about different groups, but was still confused about A few things (such as Castes, for example). So I looked in to some Western counter-parts & came up on Paganism, I was attracted to the idea of making my own miracles, A chance at getting power. The problem of course was that Paganism is some thing small & not very well known enough other than Wicca. So I was looking in to Wicca, reading A book by Gerald Gardner & felt A nostalgic sense of "Coming Home". I would have probably very well been deluded in to being one were it not for one of these people showing "her true colors" by playing A part in justice being denied in regards to my legal issues regarding the school system & (to make matters worse) she was the assistant to the school psychiatrist who had A sick sense of humor about skinning cats alive! I essentially became disgusted, especially since the Wiccan magic I was trying to use never worked & I ended up with an other epileptic attack from utilizing "The Lesser Banishing Ritual Of The Pentagram" (which involves dealing with Angels, which of course are Abrahamic...it was practically like the female-oriented version of Christianity/Islam/Jewism, but with Occultism & wrapped in A different style package).

So now I had no place else to turn to, it was Satanism or Atheism (which was what I originally was) & I choose Satanism. When I first looked in to it, I was thinking it was how jewish-controlled HollyWood & media portrayed it to be...but after reading & reading more, I have found out that every thing was just A lie! I found out about so many things, I was kind of going through shock. I then felt anger, rage & vengeful...that I was fooled for so many years, that I have basically wasted A large portion of my life! I have even learned the disturbing facts of Zionists (Jewish Supremacists), their shills & their deities (The Tyrannical Elohim under "Allah /Jehovah/Yahweh) whom they render worship unto. I would then come to invest full-time in Meditation & furthering personal spiritual development, increasing my personal knowledge until I felt ready to do "The Dedication Ritual". As that night came, there were two things that motivated me to going through with it...*LOVE* & *VENGEANCE*. "Love" ended up being inadequate as A motivator, it held no real meaning to me & so it was "Vengeance" that ended up being the final motivator...the ritual was done. I would also develope the idea of blending Fascism & Monarchy together, the idea of "Emperor Worship" (similar like that of what Japan had) as it is by far the most legitimate Satanic form of government ever to be conceived as the one who reigns is Anti-Christ (our Liberator, chosen & found worthy by our benefactors).

So here you have read some things about me & what ultimately led me in to embracing Satanism (Militant Paganism), *VENGEANCE*. I desire to commit the ultimate act of Vengeance & play A part in freeing the Gentile people from the tyranny of The Zionist Oligarchy, to make sure that "The Tyrannical Elohim" are dead or enslaved as lambs to the slaughter! Vengeance be my virtue, purpose, life & love...it is all I know & desire, heed my words: THERE WILL BE A PURGE. If not, then may my carcass decay & rot where it expires as my failure deserves no pity (despite what the gods/goddesses say them selves). I am for ever devoted to our sacred struggle & shall never relent in my personal duties, I am A *Traditional DeviL Worshipping Anti-Christ Loyal Spiritual Satanist* who is A "Monarcho-Fascist" for ever more....

¡¡¡¡¡¡666 HAIL FATHER SATAN 666!!!!!!


      ~MG2 [s.s.s.]


The Satanic Priestess is a pivotal part of Satanic Black Magick ~ through the pop culture Satanism of Anton LaVey and the sensationalist reports of the Press the role of the Satanic Priestess has been degraded and rendered of low importance.

In truth the Satanic Priestess is a powerful Practitioner of the Black Arts with a unique ability to tap into the Infernal Current of Hell, the Gestated Seed of the Demonic Father Satan and the Demiurge like creative Black Womb of His Infernal Consort Lilith.

In popular Satanism the image of the naked woman on the Altar has utilized so purposely by The Church of Satan to attract the sort of Carnival/Porn hype it sort is hardly conducive to promoting a role of power form women in Satanism ~ but in Classical Theistic Satanism the Satanic Priestess is far more than an attractive Altar Decoration.

Yes the beauty and sexuality of woman is a form of Infernal power in itself and particularly taps into the carnal current of Demonic energies and yes the sexual power of the Priestess in Ritual is ineffable during certain Rites, but these are just elements of the Infernal Priestess and her Dark Powers.

Even the Sex Magick Rites portrayed in popular Satanism are portrayed with the woman as a sexual object to stimulate male Practitioners ~ as someone who was Initiated into an underground Coven of Classical Theistic Satanists who also held a vast amount of knowledge on LHP Tantric Sex Magick I was tutored to know that the reverse of this is the truth.

In the old ways of Satanic Sex Magick it was the Priests role to stimulate the Priestess without prospect of sexual release for himself and the most powerful of all Satanic Sexual Black Magick involves the Priest bringing the Priestess to multiple Orgasms through the art of cunnilingus while retaining his own arousal’s climax to aid the building power created by his Magickal Consort … this practice is known as Awakening The Grail and is an Operation of great power.

In other Rites in the Covens of Classical Satanic Sorcery and Witchcraft the Priestess is also viewed as the chief power in many Seership Rites, Practices involving the gestating Infernal energies into existing entities through the Satanic Scientific techniques of Homunculi and Golem Operations.

Certain substances of the female are also crucial to some of the Darkest Rites of Satanic Power ~ substances such as Menstrual Blood, Amniotic Fluid and Sexual Fluids of the female Satanists are honoured - and with good reason - as the elixirs from the Grail of Lilith!

The lost Arts of Classical Satanic Witchcraft are another area of Satanic practice in which the participation of the Satanic Priestess is of utmost importance, these Workings are a natural forces and wisdom within the Satanic Sorceress inhabited by the Dark Soul Marked by the Devil ~ in some of the more unknown and veiled Arts of Satanic Sorcery the link between Satan and Saturn and Lilith and the Dark Moon are truly harnessed by the Satanic High Priestess at times of induced power!

Ignore the sensationalist press and the pornographic settings of some of photos churned out at the outbreak of sixties Satanism, long before such popularized imagery of modern Satanic practices were spawned the Priestess of Classical Satanism and the Dark Sorceress of Satanic Witchcraft held far greater powers!

JohnBoullan Jul 18 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic priestess, theistic satanism, satanism
“Lord Satan … Diabolus … Father of the Infernal Kingdom … true Master of the World … Lord of Illusions … Black Goat of the Witches Sabbat … Giver of Knowledge … Adversary of the False Trinity … Monarch of Demons … my Devotion is eternally yours … Grandest of All Demons … the Spear … the thorn … the nail … Ancient Serpent of Knowledge … Defiler of the Pious … Slayer of the Lamb … Lord of the Arts of Black Magick … Keeper of the Black Flame … Tempter … the Devil … Master of Infernal Ceremonies … I am your Acolyte … your Disciple … your Apostle … and your Prophet … my eyes view the world through your eyes … my lips will speak of your Work and your Lore … my mind shall be as a Gateway to your Infernal power … my flesh given to your pleasure … my body a vessel for your Work … Lord Satan always shall I serve at your Altar and ally myself to the Grand Demons of your Infernal Legion … Ave Satanas! … Ave Diabolus!”
JohnBoullan Jul 18 '17 · Tags: satan satanism
Quick question for anyone who can help with any suggestions about invocating satan and the possibly that it went wrong?
Alwayzfaded1 Jul 10 '17 · Comments: 9
Zoramonkey Member
I have tried to coordinate this sort of thing but now Magus has agreed to pop in for it I will announce it. This Tuesday at 9pm and a few hours later at 2am Wednesday morning we will hold a general open discussion on the live chat and answer questions in real time.

The subject will be ritual in the LHP. Not instruction, just trying to clear up misconceptions people new to things like Satanism have. Anyone is welcome to jump on and contribute.

Often times people who have never met an actual LHP person or a Satanist have misconceptions based on movies or stories told by evangelists. Our goal is to paint a realistic picture of what actually happens. Many LHP methods are different but there are similarities.

The best example is a Laveyan ritual. Sometimes Laveyans use a nude female participant as an altar. Though this tradition is harmless and if you do not consider the human body evil then the tradition seems even beautiful. Outsiders will see a photograph of such rituals and insist that the woman is about to be sacrificed. The joke is that I know that Lilith Aquino was often an alter and I do not think anyone sacrificed her.

Misconceptions like this could easily be dispelled simply by speaking to a few people who have been to such rituals in real-time. Anyone who has attended any kind of LHP ritual qualifies to help us inform some of the new folks. I am hoping to not only attract some of the new folks who are not active and some of the lurkers as well.

If this gets some attendance other events of this sort will surely follow.

Zoramonkey Jul 8 '17
Zoramonkey Member

I have found that in light of past mistakes I seem to accept bad contracts, religions, roles, jobs, concepts, and even friendships only later to find out that something has slipped past my awareness that I never really wanted. Mostly this occurs because of the "boiled frog" effect, but it can also happen as a result of manipulation.

Most church-goers do not see the church as an engine made with the intention of accumulating financial resources and collecting governmental and social control. They see it as a thing that exist to help them improve themselves and their lot. The church employs a financial manager or an accountant at least and the minister spends a great deal of time explaining how people should behave and who they should vote for, but who evaluates the needs and progress of the church goers? Ask any minister or clergy how such information is obtained and you will get your answer.

If a person or thing has suggestions, advise, or any kind of plan or grievance for you, but show little or no concern for your well being or feelings then, in my opinion can quickly be disregarded. The problem is that many folks and organizations will keep their actual goals and intentions hidden while presenting a false front of faux agendas to placate those who would otherwise reject such goals.

The awareness of such realizations is often differed first by a disdain of selfishness, causing the victim to silence the opposition in their own head. If the victim does speak out or  question they are accused of being a bad person, or the victim is accused of painting an exaggerated narrative of extreme. Saying "I do not like this sort of treatment." is met with "Well, you just think I am a horrible monster." The same mechanic at play in a personal relationship comes into play in a larger scope in a religion. 

The fact is that if a religion, ideology or person is not acting or concerned with acting in your self interest then it can be avoided without guilt. If said entity acts against your self interests then it should be opposed or at least avoided. The only time the self should be ignored is to achieve a greater goal. Any other approach is not rational.

If you are prevented from or not given sufficient information to evaluate a person or organization in your life, then interaction should be suspended until such information can be obtained. Often the threat of abandonment or marooning is used by individuals and organizations bent on keeping it's victims submissive. I am reminded of tales of Scientologists who remained in the organization not because they believed the doctrine but because they feared being separated from family and friends. I am also reminded of the penalties of apostasy in Islamic countries.

A note on another method that individuals and organizations use to punish  those who begin to think for themselves and sometimes is used as a general control technique. This method is generally known as bull-baiting. The victim is accused or intentionally insulted and taunted until they become angry. The attacker, regardless of if it is a person or organization, can either strike back without looking like the bad guy or if the victim manages getting the upper hand, they then act as if they are the victim. 

Christians are famous for this tactic. For most of my life LHP folks and atheists have been maligned, shunned, and even in some cases killed (the case of Madeline Murray O'hare comes to mind.) Yet even the slightest valid point against the religion is spoken and they cry persecution. The same thing occurs with the cries of Islamophobia every time someone displays any kind of anger or offence at a terror attack.  

Frequent evaluation of ones affiliations and relationships does not prevent every instance of painful interaction and manipulation but it does seem to reduce instances of being used and victimized.

Zoramonkey Jul 4 '17

I'm looking for...

*What religion(s) views I care to support.

*The supernatural while keeping a clear head.

*Orgonians who are around me.
*Friends from different and same walks of life to develop a "ballenced" support system for me. to explore.

*To explore/see/contemplate the complete opposite of what I was raised to be...

*To "get a grip" on life as I see things. Better understanding of myself.

*To live, and let live. I mean to really LIVE. To indulge in my life.

*To develop social skills.

*To clear out false beliefs and behaviors.

*What is my purpose in life.

Looking for a clear explanation of why ...

*Why am I here...I am drawn...and why. 

This, being on here, is part of me trying to understand myself in my self exploration and gain a better understanding. Of life, of me and of you.

SilverAgate Jul 2 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
Zoramonkey Member
For those of you who have not seen Stanley Kubrick's masterpiece
2001: A Space Odyssey based on a novel of the same name by
Arthur C. Clarke I would recommend watching or reading the first scene at least. You are introduced to Moonwatcher a sickly weak but oddly bold and intelligent pre-human.

There is a watering hole and when Moonwatcher and his pack attempt to drink the larger and fiercer ape-men chase him off. He is hungry and thirsty in a time of drought.

The monolith appears and he alone has the curiosity and courage to get close and touch this unfamiliar and odd thing.

He forgets the watering hole for a moment and begins playing with the bones of a pig or ox that died in the drought. He suddenly realizes that the force that the bone has when hitting the other bones is significantly greater than that of his fist.

Calmly and quietly he approaches the larger ape-man who screams with terrifying ferocity and threatens to crush Moonwatcher. Without warning Moonwatcher brings the jawbone down on the larger apes skull crushing it.

I will stop there with the story because my point is here. Far too often white supremacy and for that matter black militantism or any other racially specific group seeks to be the larger ape-man.

I have always endeavored to be like Moonwatcher and, in fact the name I chose for this site is based on this. Instead of pounding ones chest and growling try examining the unfamiliar and the obscure.

The real master race is the intelligent and the creative, those who think outside the box. Demographics may be different for race and culture but in every group you have those who lead and those who follow.....and those other guys, who seem to be irrelevant and pointless just poking around in the bones and debris of that which has been discarded and ignored.

Nothing to see  here.
Zoramonkey Jul 2 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
Zoramonkey Member

A decision was made by the supreme high absolute Leader of the Barefoot Illuminati that we go public on this day so here goes.

We are the Barefoot Illuminati and we in fact exist. Need proof? We will get to that. Just you sit your butt down and smell what I am cooking.

Our agenda is to promote the better ideas of the 50s 60s 70s and 80s. Groups that kinda sorta thought like us were the Beats, the Hippies, Punk Rockers and Pat Boone.

We promote such things as cartoons, solar power, snacks, relaxation, “alternative” hygiene concepts, bad fashion choices, and any harmless general fuckery that seems to piss off so many folks, like peace, love and freedom.

We tend to frown on things like genocide, murder, mixing religion and politics, super-foods, power lunches, dress codes, social caste systems, violence (unless it is dueling…with non-lethal weapons like bear mace and/or cattle prod fencing), bull cock or dog fighting (unless using biplanes, spaceships or genatalia) generally anything that bums us out.

Our members include celebrities, politicians, religious leaders, lawn maintenance people, tech support agents, corporate executives, school lunch workers, sex workers, and even….HIM. We are everywhere, get over it.

You need proof? HA!!! Okay, Marijuana legalization creeping across the country….You are welcome humanity. Sponge Bob Squarepants, look how many times feet are shown or mentioned…even though few sea animals and no sponges have feet!!!!! In fact look at all children’s programing. Feet everywhere. One minute little Petunia is just watching the Wiggles next thing you know “Mom, why don’t we just get electricity from the Sun instead of burning all that stinky oil?”



We  are everywhere! There is no escape!

We are coming for you! One minute you think you are fine, next: BAMMM!! The smell of B.O. and patchouli as you realize both an advanced dungeons and dragons campaign and a drum circle have broke out in YOUR front yard. Then you scream in terror as you realize that your wife is the DM. Scary huh? You go to get your dog to sick him on them then you see the feet on his color or the foot chew toy and realize that you have been betrayed. What next? Your goldfish? The flowers in your yard? YOUR PET ROCK? You call the cops, the dispatcher answers. “Hello I would like to report a a …..” The dispatcher interrupts you: “Hey man, you sound really stressed perhaps you need a FOOT rub.” OH MY GOD NOT THE POLICE TOO!!!! We are everywhere, there is nothing you can do.

Perhaps at this point you might ask “How can I join?” Well lil pal we have very strict requirements for membership:

1. Potential members must be living, perceived to be living or have been one of the two at one point.

2. Once in,  you must at least be able to tell yourself “I am in the Barefoot Illuminati." This can be difficult for our members who are houseplants and such.

3. You have to work for our agenda or at least try to. This one is actually the easiest as the Barefoot Illuminati isn’t too concerned about failure. We are the Whiley Coyote of conspiracies.

When you suspect someone of being another member of the Barefoot Illuminati simply say "Good luck on your footwork!” If they are not a member, they will be, because that is how new members are initiated. You can leave at any time but whenever you get told the initiating sentence again you will have to quit all over again. It even works when you say it in the mirror or to your reflection in a puddle of water or any other substance.

Okay now for the best part:


Now go and do whatever it is

Zoramonkey Jul 2 '17 · Comments: 1
Zoramonkey Member
Someone actually asked me recently how to get to the sites livechat. This can be accessed directly in the top bar by way of the link that says live chat. Attendance goes up and down. It can be dead and spring to life with 6 video chat participants but you can elect to do strictly voice or just do the text and it is probably the best way to get to know people on the site for a new person.

I have a similar tinychat room but I try to confine it mainly to theistic LHP discussion but I rarely kick anyone out. here is the link LHP Discussion
I plan to be setting up a regular scheduled chat here and we could even organize one on the main live chat for the site.

I have posted the Steam group and several other chat and social media communication methods are available in the section under this video on youtube. Just make sure you click the "show more"

My channel in and of itself is as follows: Bad Things
I plan to be setting up a hangout soon and if enough people participate I can get some more famous you tubers I know to show up.

Many of the people I know on the site do mmos. If you do and would like to do this with people from the site, this could be arranged.

Again if all that is too much trouble then at least try to comment on a forum or two. The LHP, or any esoteric practice for that matter can tend to isolate one. As cool as it seems to fly alone, everyone needs to occasionally interact with others now and then. 30 minutes of conversation does not mean you are a cult member and have surrendered your individuality to the group mind. Anonymity is not nearly as hard to protect as it seems. For once take a peek, you can lurk here forever, but until you find out you will never know.

Zoramonkey Jul 2 '17


The Winds expose the lightning of the scent of the death. The Light of the dead brings joy into our hearts.

Ostara, also known as the Spring Equinox, is the midpoint between the two Solstices and the day and night are in perfect balance. The light of day is on the increase with each passing day from Ostara onward.

It is at this sabbat that the young Sun God now celebrates a hierogamy, or a sacred marriage, with the young Maiden Goddess, who conceives at this time. In nine months, she will again become the Great Mother. This sabbat is a time of great fertility, new growth, and newborn animals. The next full moon, a period shown to have a time of increased births, is called the Ostara and is sacred to Eostre the Saxon Lunar Goddess of fertility, (which is from where we get the word estrogen), whose two symbols were the egg and the rabbit.

Later in time, the Christians adopted these emblems for Easter, (the egg and rabbit), which is celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal equinox. The theme of the conception of the Goddess was adapted as the Feast of the Annunciation, occurring on the alternative fixed calendar date of March 25 Old Lady Day, the earlier date of the equinox. Lady Day may also refer to other goddesses (such as Venus and Aphrodite), many of whom have festivals celebrated at this time. 

Ostara is a time for renewal and rededication to the path.

More Inspiring Symbol Includes the "Prophet of Death" who delights in the murdering of the useless.

Lucifart Jul 1 '17 · Rate: 5 · Tags: satan


The girl waits patiently

listening for her troubles to come knocking,

knowing it will come.

Mommy’s livin’ in her own little world

too busy to take the time to get to know her daughter

She loves her but other things come first

Daddy is gone, living with his new family.

Don’t come to visit you, don’t know if he truly cares.

He called the other night, said “I love you”

Mommy doesn’t know, if she did then all hell would break loose.

She prays and hopes

for her life to pick up speed.

Wants to make her own decisions.

Not a child, not yet a teen.

Can’t wait to grow up.

To escape

Just hold up, hold on.

You can make it.

Wait for a while, you will come around.

You can’t just wish to be older.

‘Cause while your wishin’,

your life will pass you by.

You can’t live it over.

You have only one chance

so enjoy it while you can.

The boy sits in his room.

Tears silently streaking down his face.

A knife in his hand

slashing his arms to ribbons.

Unanswered questions running through his head

while wishing he was dead.

Why don’t they hear his prayer for help?

Mommy leashes out stress.

Daddy’s in California now.

So many questions

Will someone answer them?

Doesn’t anybody care?

He prays and hopes

for his life to pick up speed.

Want’s to feel in control of his life.

Not a child, not yet a teen.

Can’t wait to grow up.

To escape

Just hold up, hold on.

You can make it.

Wait for awhile, you will come around.

You can’t just wish your problems away.

‘Cause while your wishin’,

your life will pass you by.

You can’t live it over.

You have only one chance

so enjoy it while you can.

God will give you strength.

He will make things come round right.

You just have to pray,

lift your voice to the sky

and thank God for all his creations,

that includes you.

You are a miracle, a blessing sent from heaven above.

He loves you unconditionally.

He will wrap you in his arms

and protect you from all harm.

If you allow him to . . .

He is your Father. 

 This piece was dedicated to two of my closest friends back in the day who were going through some tough times. Made years ago. Thought that even if it was old and old mind set, I should still post it.

SilverAgate Jul 1 '17 · Comments: 1

Have you ever?

Have you ever tried to scream but you never uttered a sound?

Your voice once so clear now is spell bound.

Have you ever felt trapped, feeling like there's no escape?

and the past leaves you wondering if it's just too late.

Have you ever been so lost, you ask the darkness, "Is this reality?"

But as you slowly look up and realize you recognize everything you see.

Have you ever seen your future far ahead in the morning mist?

I did.

And I finally saw what lies in store for me as I calmly slash my wrist.

Have you ever wished so hard to be somebody you know?

So you can quit pretending to be your every day 'Average Joe'.

Have you ever wanted acceptance so badly you just couldn’t live?

And you wish someone could have seen you for who you were, not what you did.

And as my last seconds glide slowly by, I make one final wish . . .

I wish people wouldn’t judge others for their past, what they did.

That they would just let it go, accept it, let them live. 

This expresses how I felt a years ago.  I was thinking about my past and some of my old bottled up feelings . . . and let them go.  So, no I'm not going to kill myself . . . EVER!!! Is just a way to express.

SilverAgate Jul 1 '17 · Rate: 5


I'm here, no not really.

Don't lie, don't be silly.

I'm gone, and I don't know where.

Don't ask, 'cause I don't care.

So There!

Forget it, it's just life.

I'll make it, somewhere sometime.

Don't cry, that's what babies do.

Not really, but I'm in the mood.

So There!

So go, I don't care where.

Away, away the hell from here.

Leave while your still ahead.

Die, for all I care.

So There!

I'm nice, like sugar and spice.

Go ahead and roll the dice.

Win me, go ahead and try.

Come on baby, I'm worth the price.

So There!

Drugs, there bad for you.

Addition, that's all they equal to.

Who cares? Well I do.

Why? Because I love you.

So There!

You lie, well I do too.

But no, that life's not for you

or me, you gotta see

what this crap is doin' to me.

So There!

Forget now,

An give me the blame.

Who cares? 

I don't know but we will see.

So There!

Jealousy's go the best of me.

My Angel, why can't you see

I'm blind to reality.

I shouldn’t be, but I can't help it see?

So There!

I'm sad, I want to cry.

Maybe just up and die.

My Angel's fine, don't you dare touch him

Hello!! He's mine.

So There!

I don't plan to lead you astray

But to live life day by day.

A friend?!? A friend would be fine.

Don't worry, I'm not feeding you a line.

So There!

So, let's mend an fix an pray

That our kids can someday play.

Without grownup strife.

It hurts everyone deep as a knife.

Fo sure

So let's go, race you there!

Jump in, jump in with a care.

Friends we'll be.

That's what we can guarantee.


Here, I am on bended knee.

Why can't I just be me.

Tell me, who can see,

My life now to what It's gonna be.

So There!

Yep, no stress and strife

but there's just no such life

Now really, lets just try.

Life ain't no slice O pie.

Lets agree.

Alone, is the place carefree.

So I won't hurt anybody but me.

My frets, time to come clean.

What now? Jus be.

So There!

I'm livin, If you consider my life livin'.

Blue skies are grey today.

Its my life I be wishin'

I'm not now, but I'll be o-tay.

So There!

I'm here. No really!!!!

I'm alive, I guess that's silly.

to say cause duh, look whose writing.

"I say, I've seen a Kay sighting."

That's me.

So There!

Many moons have passed

Now two thousand seventeen.

Been hard, so downcast

Let's maybe smoke some green

It's legal...

So there! 

This is my angry poem. Can be sung or screamed! lol! I've added bits and pieces to it over the years and has been an ongoing special project of mine. I am quite proud of it. Shows a lot of growth! Started writing it around 2000 I believe and is still going to be added to more later. . . after I find all my lil scraps of paper lying around with my additions to this. . 

UPDATE:  Hi. There is more I have yet to write. Please bare with me. This is a storyline of what I was going through at the time.

SilverAgate Jul 1 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
Zoramonkey Member
Many time when I speak to new people they are confused as to where to find actual groups or information. Conventional religion is very easy to reach. They have huge buildings with parking lots and gift shops, they have tons of literature available in any place any printed matter is sold, there are videos and websites on every aspect of conventional religion from the most orthodox and austere to the most conspiratorial and even flighty.

Plug this into the fact that not only the LHP but the occult in general attracts people who march to their own drum thus tend not to be very social. This combined with the lack of acceptance we get from most (but not all) RHP groups means that most LHP people tend to be hiding in the shadows so to speak.

The problem is that without the spiritual, psychological, and other benefits of community most religions enjoy the deck is always stacked against us.

Even problems like aging and substance dependency are massively more complicated when you are in the LHP. Even death can be a problem as a solitary older LHP practitioner has to deal with things like having to sit through Amazing Grace at the funerals of fellow LHP people.

I have came up with a few suggestions to combat this without rejecting our individuality.

1. Minimize petty squabbles between traditions and systems. It seems that if two LHP people disagree on one thing but agree on twenty other things we seem to focus on whatever we disagree on. This is silly. It's the kind of stuff the mainstream religions do. Start a war because the other guy crosses himself left to right instead of right to left. We are better than that.

2. Orthodoxy and definitions. We get caught up in this "no true Scotsman" crap. Debating who is and who is not a true Satanist. In and of itself this is not a problem but again many folks take this crap way to seriously. It is hurting us.

3. Timidity. We have a live chat. You can speak face to face, voice only, or just by text but it does exist. Sometimes no one is on, if so then you can announce on the site or in other social media that you wish to chat. There are other types of social media and several affiliated with the site.

In addition to this I will soon be doing hangouts on my you tube channel.

You can also use the site to connect with others in your area. You would be surprised how much fun you can have doing this. Many of the folks you will meet will be surprisingly similar to yourself.

4. If you do not seek community for a theistic or spiritual practice you will still benefit from community. Atheists need friends too.

5. Co-op purchases. Many of the books, clothes, jewelry and such can get pricey. This could be deferred by co-op buying in bulk.

6. Post. Much of the community here lives in populated areas under at least partial freedom, but many also live in situations and communities where the options are much more limited. Sometimes even posting a self indulgent trivial post might be someones only way of getting even simple information.



Zoramonkey Jul 1 '17 · Comments: 1
Zoramonkey Member
Often when I mention I am into Thelema to the new folks to the occult and some of the old there is almost tangible disappointment. There are more things connecting Crowley to Satanism than Lavey. I could list them but that would mean writing a book so I will point out some of my favorites.

1. Crowly often referred to himself as The Beast 666 To Mega Therion and Baphomet.

2. The structure and philosophy of his groups dominates not only every occult group regardless if they know it or not but his groundwork with Thelema made all forms of modern Satanism possible and even Lavey borrowed heavily from him.

3. Thelemic groups are some of the few places in the occult where both Thelemic and non-Thelemic LHP people can be open about their practice and beliefs without judgement.

4. The online resources offered for free by Thelemites would help any practitioner of any path.

5. The OTO legal fund was originally created to protect the orthodoxy of the organization but has, at time defended the civil liberties of Satanists and next to the A.C.L.U. can be a big help if any of us ever land in court due to fundie shenanigans.

6. Groups like the OTO are fraternal organizations not religious ones (Though we do have a religious arm...the EGC.) We have a Setian in our group and they put up with me and that is saying quite a bit. You can be any religion and affiliate with the OTO. We even have gatherings specifically for folks who have no interest in joining the order. In some functions said people can even make up the bulk of people at the party.

7. There are no stipulation as to race, gender, religion or political affiliation for either membership or promotion in the order. In fact the only legitimate complaint levied against Thelema (Other than the fact that we are humans like every other miserable jerk on this planet) is that some of our members occasionally engage in sex that might seem a bit odd, but not all of us do that all the time. Oh yea there is the whole "wine and strange drugs" thing but more often than not that might just be Bojalais and metformin. Oh yea ask me about the cookies.

So with all that said we do this thing called open coffee night. We gather at a coffee shop in Houston and the gathering is open to anyone who wants to attend. There is no fee or any other requirements but you will have to buy your own coffee. Usually about 5 or 6 of us attend. It is informal and relaxed. We do this on the first Wednesday of every month. If this interests you please pm me.

I will leave with the best evidence of Crowleys Satanic affiliations, one of my favorite poems:

            The Hymn to Lucifer

Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what savour hath
Life? an impeccable machine, exact
He paces an inane and pointless path
To glut brute appetites, his sole content
How tedious were he fit to comprehend
Himself! More, this our noble element
Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned
Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end.

His body a bloody-ruby radiant
With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer
Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
On Eden's imbecile perimeter.
He blessed nonentity with every curse
And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense,
Breathed life into the sterile universe,
With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence
The Key of Joy is disobedience.

Aliester Crowley


Zoramonkey Jun 30 '17 · Tags: coffee, oto, thelema
Im trying to find Satanic Witches that also practise sourcery and divination Im having trouble finding them and the network Administration told me there are Satanic Witches in this network.Where are you Sistas

Sodivine Jun 11 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 8 · Tags: sourcerers, witches, black magik
I am looking to make some friends on here but I am unsure of how to do so
AngelMarie May 31 '17 · Comments: 3 · Tags: friends
Thank you for the add.Im not new to the Occult,just new to this site and Im finding it hard to navigate my way around it.Im a High Priestess Black Witch,born of a witch and a Father I can only describe as Satan himself.I was raised in the Covern and learnt both white and Black Magik.My ancestors go back to the Nordic Vikings of Scandanavia who praticed the Black arts.I have 60 or so Magikal people in my Covern all with different kinds of Occult befiefs.

Dark Blessings 


Sodivine May 30 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
I am curious about satanism and I have been researching it but there is little to nothing to be found on satanic weddings. I find that peculiar and frustrating. Mostly frustrating because my boyfriend has said he wants to marry me and we would both prefer a satanic wedding. Not that we are getting married anytime soon.
AngelMarie May 30 '17 · Rate: 3.50 · Comments: 8

Article 1

I've expressed all I can about magick. I wish there was a more poetic, beautiful, or at least pithy way for me to have done so. I don't think the text I've produced on the matter has ever “sung” the way it ought to.

To say again, anything that you want to do, and then do is magick. Boom. Magick produces objective results, or else its nothing. Kabam. If you don't know what objective means, and can't describe an objective event, then you are a long way from controlling the force that is magick. How many more words are there for it? LaVey and others have gone into lengthy detail about some of the finer philosophical points of following such a path, explored the cultural contexts, and pointed out the poseurs. I needn't bother with rehashing their work.

We should make an effort to make the occult occult again. That is, hide it from everyone so as to increase our power, because knowledge is power. Let everyone else wallow in their blissful slavery, clutching their chains as though they were a toddlers blanket. We psychonauts of the left hand path reap the benefits of freedom. Freedom isn't for everyone. That's why I'm not a missionary. I don't want more people being into this thing. Magick is meritocratic, not democratic; it is part of nature, and nature don't give no fucks. I like being a freak, a weirdo, a closet psychopath. It gives me an edge. I always hold the power to take an interaction to a place others would never dream of (read: talking about Moche human sacrifices or Richard Ramirez), but like Sun Tzu said, the unexpected and the unorthodox gives the general the advantage in battle. Or something like that anyhow.

I wanted to find the most basic principles real magick and move forward from there. The problem is, I fear that I have found such principles, and unfortunately they aren't all that exciting. I've summoned no entities from the shadow realm, recieved no psychic messages, never did jello shots with sasquatch. I have gotten a job, gotten a raise, gotten laid, ended a parasitic infection, resolved a real estate crisis, and a few other interesting things that are harder to quantify (the objective quality here is my sense of satisfaction, which isn't that objective, but the fact that I'm telling you gentle readers about it makes it objective in a way). I have to wonder, would all of these things have happened anyway? And even if they had happened, perhaps it still would have been magick, it still would have been my will manifesting in the universe. Answers are hard to come by, and questions lead me down labyrinthine garden paths.

To do this Satanic thing you have to be a skeptic. Always look to the answers that require the fewest new assumptions. Evaluate your beliefs on the basis of available evidence and the solidity of the logic behind them. Make nature yours.

State of the Satanic Union as I See It.

As I am sure anybody who occasionally peruses this sight has noticed, there are a lot of gung ho folks who make a bunch of posts, private message you, and generally sound like they're really keen black wizards. Then they go away after a relatively short time. You can never join their sweet East Los (presumably gay) Satanic Coven. You can't learn their high-mucky-muck-darkest-of-the-black-trve kvlt-shaman secrets. Well what gives keeners? Do something already! Enough talk, show me something legit Satanic, like a fat bank account or a huge pile of cocaine, then we can talk. With that mound of cocaine we'd talk all night, and I might even think you were interesting.

As for the rest of the Satanic Union, I guess the Satanic Temple is doing some fun stuff. I can't find it in my shrivelled heart to give two shits about political activism, but power to them, they are certainly entertaining. I can maybe, maybe, give half a shit, but that's it. I don't know what Peter Gilly and The Church of Satan are up to. I lost interest in that organization when I realized I couldn't afford official membership, and I probably wouldn't get much for it. I view that as a Satanic endeavour, sure, bilking cash from folks with more money than sense, but obviously there's no reason for me to be involved with it. It would be kinda cool to have the membership card though.

Let's not forget this bloodless newsletter I'm attempting to summon from the beyond. It's a zombie I'm trying to raise from the cemetery of a forum discussion on SIN, but I think I uttered the foul incantation wrong. Now my computer reeks like rotting flesh. That it is pretty sweet. So far, it doesn't seem like the project has legs. I mean, its got my legs, last count seventeen, but I'm not sure that's enough to be a valuable contribution to the site. I think it would be good to harness the intellect of all the dark souls in cyberspace towards something a little more directed, have everybody who likes to write focus and commit to contributing some intellectual content on the same day. It would give them enough time to adequately prepare and focus their thoughts, and possibly discover some powerful ideas. That's the fantasy of a would-be writer like myself though, that words can have power, some meaning beyond the enjoyment of writing and reading them.

New Danzig album out on the 26th of this month. I spooge my drawers in anticipation.

What else is going on?


I had planned to do a massive, multi-participant ritual to coincide with the release of this newsletter, but due to my poor correspondence skills, I've not been able to round up the necessary mad cultists. So instead, I shall lay out my ideas regarding the casting of a “geosigil”.

As far as I can tell, “geosigils” are a novel idea. At least according to the first page of google. If you can't find something on the first page of google, it doesn't exist, as any clever internet lurker knows. When I searched the term, I got mostly search results relating to geosignals. That makes me happy that not many people have thought of this idea.

The geosigil as I wanted to cast, firstly involves the standard creation of sigil. Then I find people at various points on the world map, and re-draw the sigil so that each participant's city is at one of thirteen axes on the map. Thirteen axes was completely accidental, but I was delighted at the accident. Each participant then creates their own sigil, their own spell. Then all participants send their sigils to the best artist of the group, and that person creates an epic sigil combining all thirteen spells on the day of casting. Finally, on the same day at the same time, across the globe, all thirteen participants cast their sigils. And then we wait to see what becomes of such an approach.

There you have it, preserved for posterity and hopefully reproduction and imitation throughout the eons.

SamaelSwine May 23 '17 · Comments: 7 · Tags: sin journal
Zach Black Owner

Dread -

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

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

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

Zach Black May 9 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic international network, zach black
Greetings fiends,

I found that I miss writing on this dark corner of the internet, so as alluded to in my SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 post, I am currently planning my second volume of the unofficial SIN quarterly journal. Expect more cryptic nonsense and thinly veiled insults for my amusement, unless you fine SIN users get off of your collective tuchi (plural form of tuchus) and post your own insightful article on May 23, 2017. Perhaps at some point I'll collate all the entries into a pdf if enough people decide to write something decent. If you want to contribute, simply make a blog post on May 23, with the same subject heading as this post, followed by the title of your article.

Personally, I'll be writing about casting a geosigil, hopefully reporting on how that went. Speaking of which, if anybody would like to try some collaborative spellcasting, message me, and I'll see what I can do. Ideally I'll need 13 participants including myself, but depending on how rounding up that many people (organizing satanists is like herding blind and deaf kittens hopped up on Nazi-Speed) I may settle for less.


Samael Swine

SamaelSwine May 7 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: nazi, kittens, speed, sin quarterly journal

Title: The Morning Star
Lyric, tune & composition- Pantho
Copy right by Pantho

O fallen angel,
u r the lord of hell,

o morning star,
show me your shining way,

o My Lord Lucifer,

you r the only God of us.

plz dont left my hand ,
become true my wish to u,
cuz you r the one who full fill his follower desire .
only u r the one who never left hand from his lover.

you only you
the source of light,
plz help me to reach my high,
I only beg to u,
I only calling u,
plz accept my every prayer
to only you.
plz grant my loyalty o morning star,
those for u .

you only you,
can full my dream,
cuz only you,
can make me rich,
I only bow infront u,
plz let be my

every wish come true,

plz grant my every prayer
I beg to you.
oh my lord Lucifer,
I summon you

Hail lucifer 666

Zach Black Owner
I have been a little lazy as of late about enforcing site policy. Time to tighten up. Policy is here for a reason. Should you ignore it your account may be suspended or deleted without warning. 

This is not a porn site. If you upload porn or treat this site as a dating sex site you will be deleted. 

Iggy Starman
Here I would like to establish my own train of thoughts and ideas in a public manner for others to notate with their experiences, ideas, information and wisdom. Most of these personal thought forms will be spastic with little structure from one topic to another, often starting or stopping abruptly. 

I figure I may as well begin with origins to myself and where it all began, details may be fuzzy but I'll do the best I can to shed some light on thought processes and etcetera. For those that give two shits about picking the brains on others or view the individuality within strangers, you might be in for a treat.

2006-2007, Aprox Age, 13.

I'll begin with where it all started. I never had my own personal computer or laptop at a young age, but I did have a Wii-system that used Wi-fi, a modern staple that offered me access to various resources for a growing hormonal teenaged boy. One particular summer eve, I grew bored, lonely - the strange kid in the back of the class-room that yearned for friends and companionship, struggling with Father issues and a sweet tooth for horror. I've heard that some in various circles practiced singing praises to Satan, and while I never viewed myself as a Christian at this time, a true one at least, I was left with questions and doubts. My faith with ye-old God were measured in stray hairs at best, never strong but not completely torn. As my mind wandered, I ventured to the ideas of summoning a Succubus. Trivial and immature, but I was alone and guided only by my own curiosity. 

I happened upon Joy of Satan. An old site that seemed to be updating fairly regularly at this time, chocked full of scriptures of demons, summonings, Astral Projection, ideas, so on and so forth. Being susceptible of believing everything I was told, I slowly began to develop similar anti Semitic ideas  to that of the site owner. I dabbled with meditations (Was terrible at them) - Interested in developing relations with Satan and Lucifer (To fill the void of a fatherless life) - believed in a world of Duat, (Satanist Heaven, or the world of which Daemons reside in the Astral.) and even had dreams of traversing a strange back-alley portion of a city where gambling on those whom were about to die in the real world seemed oddly popular. Creatures and beings I couldn't begin to fathom appeared here, some humanoid, others.... I can't describe. All harboring around this gargantuan book. I've labeled this book as 'The Book of Death'. Date, time, location, cause, name, all recorded in real time. (And before you ask, I have /Not/ seen 'Deathnote' during this time, but that's the easiest way to put it.)

Beyond this realm of gambling, there was a grand library, ancient, manned by more impossible creatures and beings I couldn't classify to anything recognizable. Before long a squadron of 'officers' swarmed me and I promptly woke up with a lump in my throat and a haze over my eyes. Most of my practices during my 'Joy of Satan' phase were for naught. I've never been able to properly finish or follow through any of the meditations, and Astral Projection, to this day, eludes me completely. (Despite this, it is still one of my Grand Life Goals, to Astral Project.)

This goes on for a while, onwards to 2010 and 2011, where I slowly wane and drift from these practices. I had friends that claimed they were building Grimories and Black Books of Pagan practices and rituals. All of which I were unable to grasp in time before I moved from Indiana to Wisconsin, and in 2013, back to Indiana. Three years of friends and confusion of this spiritual world I was introduced to were for naught. I would denounce the Anti Semitic ways of myself after speaking to a few members from The Brotherhood of Satan, and after fact checking some of the things written by JoS - it seemed sketchy and I became quite skeptical. 

The idea of Satanism was warped for me, yet I retained my desire by understanding the journey is an individual experience. Now in my early twenties, I've still yet to understand how to branch as my own individual self for self empowerment under my own cause - but more on that some other time.

2015-2016 - Age, 20-21.

I hadn't touched a single word off of Satanism for years after Wisconsin, I grew older, wiser, had a job, had some more friends, established myself in the community and known by a fair deal of people in this small city. Most faces are quite familiar - but yet, when I go home each night and prepare for bed, I felt something was missing from my life. Like a note to my future self, the ideas of Satanism came crawling back to the back of my mind and I begun to yearn to speak to other Satanists. Step in Temple of Atem - a branch of Satanists brought up by the teachings and books of S.S Connolly, an author that has written several scriptures and are selling them on Amazon Kindle. I developed myself very briefly in their community and purchased a very, very, very special book. Goetic Daemons~ a ritual book with drawings and instructions for very particular rituals and practices. 

I haven't thought much of the book, still slowly reading through it and several other books from Amazon Kindle - but recently (After I fell out of the practices for a third, fourth time, lost count) - there were a few pictures from Imgur that referenced this book. Going about talking about the Satanic symbols, denounced the Necronomicon and referenced this book in my possession with heavy warnings and praise of its truth and rights. Thinking about the book now with idle fondness gives me mild chills. 

Skipping out a lot of details and small stories omitted for time sake, here I am now. Once more called back to the LHP by idle thoughts that keep nagging me, dragging me back once I've ventured on my own for too far. Either experiences in life make me yearn for information, or closure. Perhaps community and speaking with real people with real experience and real results appeal to me. 

And here I am now, SIN. Happened upon it on accident, and I've made mention of it from my enlistment questions. One hell of a Google Search - and there it was in shining glory. An active forum that seemed coherent and brimming with experiences, practices and people willing to --- you know --- talk.  The biggest thing that's happened to me, I believe, would have been that dream. Almost a decade ago - and I still remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday in real life, but it happened so quick I just can't process everything that occurred during that dream. 


Personal Beliefs:

Theistic. Satan and Lucifer are two separate entities - there is not just one realm of which Goetic Daemons reside, however most can be found within the Astral. Lucifer and Satan, personally, are viewed as Supreme Beings and, more or less - father figures.

Personal Goals: 

#1. Fucking Astral Projection holy shit.

#2. Develop friends within Satanic Network.

#3. Understand, practice, and perform successful rituals respectfully.

#4. Develop more goals.

It's 5:30 am, growing tired, train of thought is about as useful as Braille on a drive-through ATM. Will add more to this some other time. 

Iggy Starman Apr 22 '17 · Comments: 3 · Tags: community, theism, theistic, personal, blurbs, astral, ideas
Again, I have sentenced myself to poetry as a means of working with spiritual entities. As such, I've learned of its ease. I had worked with Sitri, and so forth, this had been brought unto the clutches of existence.

Lustful Invokation

Leopard-headed man

With wings majestic

Come unto me

A mage who dreamt this

Prince of deities

As god of lust

Come forth as Sitri

For my cause of such

Belief in darkness

Harbored as lust

Come forth to seek the

One I trust

Charmer of snakes

Confusing to me

I beg for thine aid

In making her see

quael Mar 23 '17
I had worked with Marchosias the other night, my end of the bargain was to write and afterwards publicize three workings of poetry. I'm not much of a writer, so hopefully it didn't come out too awkwardly written or otherwise silly.

Invokation of Damnation

Marquis of The Underworld

Warrior of unlight

Fight for thine justice

Fight for thine throne
Ox-formed spirit

Winged and tailed

Come forth to hear it

The angels have failed

Sinful Shame

Standeth strong upon legions.

Standeth opposed to their light.

Runneth now, Marquis of Heathens.

Runneth now, towards the fight.
Hideth now, from the fair man's sight.

Hideth now, call of witch's name.

Undying now, oppose the false light.

Undying now, cause them sinful shame.

Prayer Upon Strength

Deital prowess

Knowledge of strength

I seeketh thine image

Of muscular freight
I come to you faithful

I come to you late

Now come to my table

And bread we shall break

quael Mar 21 '17
Hello, I'm a relatively new member. I was wondering if anyone knew a specific trick or perhaps a few tips to learn the correct pronunciation of the Inverse Lord's Prayer(Lord's Prayer said backwards). Thanks in advance.
quael Mar 7 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
Sorry for the delay in getting this group going. I recently gave my organization a needed reboot to ensure it went on the path I originally intended. 

If anyone is interested, here is the link for my public profile on Facebook since I am on there often. 

Facebook Profile

Throughout the week I will be adding topics and information in here.

Ave Satanas brothers and sisters \m/

Hello Sinners

As the title suggests, this is the first volume of the SIN quarterly journal. The term journal is here used in the broadest possible sense. If you would like to contribute to the journal, I'll suggest a few different methods. It should go without saying that the preferred way to publish is by carving your article into your flesh using a rusty and dull butter knife.

The first method is simply to write a blog post and post it today, with an ALL CAPS TITLE SAYING SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 (I think) FOLLOWED BY "The Title of Your Insignificant Yet Grandiose Article". Of course you can always post on May 23, the next time I plan to take a stab at this.

Alternatively, you could also post your articles in the comments section of this article, thereby collecting everything in the same spot so interested folks can read it all in the same place. All commentators and trolls will of course be welcome to post in the comments, but they will not earn the lofty made up by me title "Journal Contributor" unless they follow the following formatting as the first line of their comment ALL CAPS TITLE SAYING SIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL VOL. 1 (I think) FOLLOWED BY "The Title of Your Insignificant Yet Grandiose Article".

Now that I've got that most boring element of this article written, on to something less boring, but still not all that sexy. The reason I'm writing this article and suggesting that all you lovely SINners with an inclination to write, record, discuss, and experiment in a textual way do so in this journal. 

I was mincing about the house one day wearing nothing but plastic Halloween devil horns when I thought to myself, "Golly gee, I haven't checked out SIN in a while. I wonder if there is anything cool going on there right now?" Never mind the many discussions I've had with myself in the mirror about what exactly cool means, and what could possibly be going on on a social networking website that could be anything other than a way to divert myself from thinking about my impending doom at the hands of an ancient orangutan dressed in a fancy (yet still trashy) blue business suit (with white cuffs).

So I logged on to SIN and messaged a bunch of random people who I'd talked to since I joined in September. When most of them (But not you Crystal :)) didn't reply I just trolled the newsfeed until I found a forum topic about the passionate, yet tragically impotent idea of a SIN quarterly journal. I like writing random shit on SIN, but I felt that I was creatively reaching the end of the road when it came to writing here. The idea of a journal set my mind alight, and here I am, cranking out more shit from my laptop to an ungrateful, elitist horde of at least dozens of cheeto dusted nerds. AT LEAST.

I also thought that three months would give me enough time to write and do the research for something really expansive and high quality, and the deadline would be close enough that I would take it semi-seriously, and actually focus for roughly half the hours spent writing it. Such an article is coming on May 23, should this whole quarterly journal thing gain any traction, and my ego is summarily satisfied by enough stroking in the form of views, comments, and high ratings.

Now on to my third, final, and sexy topic. Cyber Magick baby. The most obvious representation of it is this website. Surely good ol' Mr. Black either explicitly or implicitly called upon principles and practices of greater magick in the LaVeyan sense when he created this website. Whenever magick interacts with Cyberspace, I would call that Cyber Magick. Now, what Zach intended, and whether that has come to fruition, or is still a fruit waiting for enough water and sunshine to bud is a question to which only he knows the answer. But through this portal, I see the possibility of a lot of interesting Magick being done.

My first idea would be to coordinate a bunch of people in different parts of the world to do some ritual where if you drew a line from each of them to the other on a map, it would trace out a sigil, then do some sort of ritual. Pretty nifty huh?

So there's my idea folks, use this website for ritual magick, and presto, you're doing cybermagick, which if nothing else sounds cool, and that's enough for me.

SamaelSwine Feb 23 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 6 · Tags: cybermagick, zach black, sin, lavey, sin quarterly journal

I am actually a long term in that life I was searching for answers about questions in that universe ....I lived in experience that I don't act it like an imaginary way ...I found that life answers about most of questions and I settled with conclusions that you must have your own philosophy and depend on your brain and thinking with critical thinker who can change negative to positive energy by his vital force I mean soul 

I believed that you can change humanity ethics because its something development so I was appreciate theistic views about nature because it was the history of philosophy until philosophy development and made atheism and another issues like satanism and then realize that nothing is purely adopted by nature I mean as philosophy of thinking 

I see people sacrifice for gods plans 

I see people pray to god for 10 to 1 and all have same philosophy but in different names of religious ex Muslim ,Christian ,Jewiand even satanism 

And it end now with 0 god which means atheism but people missed infinity symbol 

As mathematics universe began from - infinity to infinity 

Which means eternity all related to another like puzzle pieces we all complete picture buy it will never ends but it develop only

modwitch18 Feb 18 '17 · Tags: comparing ideas
This idea shouldn't come as a surprise, or a novel idea to any practitioners of the so called "dark arts", "left hand path", or whatever other idiosyncratic label the reader chooses to place on their particular derivation of western occultism. Taking a drug, whether caffeine or heroin is in itself a work of magick in that you are causing something to happen in the objective universe, so long as you intend to experience the direct effect of the drug. That alone is a revelation to anybody who wants to see the "real" magick, especially if you opt for my easily met criteria for magick (you really ought to; you'll feel like Harry fucking Potter).

Used in a ritual context, that simple act of ingesting a psychoactive chemical can have powerful effects on the magick that one is performing. Good rituals evoke powerful emotions, and really there is no easier way to evoke powerful emotions than to take a drug. It goes without saying that caution should be exercised when monkeying around with drugs (yet I'm saying it) and I assume that anyone on this site and reading this post is intelligent enough to figure that out. The same should be noted about magick however. Bad things can happen if you are stupid, and even if you are smart and take every precaution you can think of, things still may go wrong.

SamaelSwine Feb 13 '17 · Comments: 4 · Tags: throwawaypost, drugs
17 years ago I was going thru HARD withdrawals and almost ended up in hospital. I picked up the phone after a few days of suffering with the shakes, cold sweats and my skin crawling, and called AA. It was not my first time in and there was a slogan on the wall that said, "FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT". I tried. I was in the first time for three years and had to fake having a higher power *THEY* called god. I tried to stay sober and after three years I picked up a drink and said I was not an alcoholic. Some of the things I was told was, "if you don't believe in god, just use your chair as your higher power. It's holding you up!" or, "Say that GOD is GOOD ORDERLY DIRECTION." I hated those. 

So I was able to get to one year. Then it was 5 years. This whole time I had people willing to take me to meetings all over the place. I was in a large city at the time and I was able to get to any meeting near a bus stop. 

Then I bought a house in the middle of no where. 

I didn't have a car, my husband wasn't going to waste the gas to take me to a meeting and then come back out to get me. One person would take me to meetings and back home, but he stopped. I ended up not going to meetings, not even the one down the street from me. We had the same group of people and I noticed that going to hear the same story every 4 to 6 weeks was boring the hell out of me. Also there  was a bit of a problem with the lip service. There were posters and signs and even in the speech at the closing of the meeting that said, "If you have a problem, share it with someone." I would share the problem and get no feedback. Or I would be told to ask someone at the meeting for something, because my father in law knew them, and when I asked, they would just walk away. I knew I didn't want to be there anymore. 

I stopped going to meetings after 10 years. I think it was just before 10 years, because I don't have a 10 year chip. I now have 17 years behind me and I did it without the help of AA. 

I'm glad I left when I did. If you were not a god loving/fearing christian, they wouldn't talk to you at all. I was feeling all snubbed and unwanted, and when I left, I didn't look back. I don't want to believe in something I don't feel in my heart. Telling them that I didn't believe in god made them all question me and how could I be sober without a god in my life. 

I was tired of people in that religious cult (yes I called AA a religious cult) trying to sell me on god. I don't need any of that. I don't need to tell god or any other person what or why I did something wrong. When I talk to someone about how many years I have in, they ask me how I did it. I tell them that I did it on my own and I don't need AA or the 12 steps.

I was watching the tv show Mom the other day and when the drug addicts or alcoholics were trying to make amends, they couldn't see that the other person was being harmed again by them bringing up something from the past. I don't do that. If I harmed anyone in my past, they would see that I have already made amends by not putting them thru whatever hell I put them thru the first time. 

I'm good without god. 

YouHighPriestess Jan 28 '17 · Comments: 1 · Tags: sober, alcoholic, alcohol
Zach Black Owner
As you see we have a PDF library. I encourage users to add links to their favorite books in PDF format. The books do not have to be specifically occult related. But, bare in mind this is a site designed for Satanist. So, please no Harry Potter books, auto-biographies of pop stars ect. 

So please think about a good book that others might find interesting and add it. At the top of this box on the left you will see a string of small boxes with icons in them. Click the link button. It is very simple. 

I moved from a big city (Toronto) to a smaller city (Oshawa) and I loved that no one knew anything about me. My family were a combination of christian and catholic. I saw the bible get tossed around like a football every day. My grandmother went to Newfoundland and found Jesus. Didn't know he was hiding out in Millertown. She forced all of us kids (my three cousins and I lived the closest to her) and she wanted to save us. Three of us managed to get out of going to church. It took me having to question the guy in Sunday school enough with things he couldn't answer for him to talk to my grandmother to never making me go back to Sunday school. I had also been kicked out of church for snoring just a few weeks later. When I got into high school, I had read everything there was on the shelves and the only section I didn't read was in religion. They had everything in there except Satanic books. I don't know if 1984 sucked for Satanists, but they had more books on witchcraft than ALL other religions combined. I started to read them and understood them more than all the other religions. I bought into the whole "Satanists kill animals" thing so it wasn't on my radar. One of my cousins read everything he could get his hands on about Satanism and I started to read the books he was reading. I started to get a better understanding about ti and realized that I was lied to by all the Christians I met. I came out of the broom closet to everyone in my family (with Facebook) and after moving to a tiny village of a town east of Peterborough, a town that has more churches than any city I have ever lived in, I slowly started to bring out the pentacles. No one screamed and ran away. One of my best friends is Pentecostal and she stands up for me. I started telling people (mostly Christians and missionaries who bang on my door) that I was a Satanist. It was more for shock value, but as I read more and more about it, I realized I really was one. I hate religion and all the pain it causes. 
Okay I have no idea if anyone else came up with anything remotly similar but this one just happened to have poped into my head and since people have in one way or another expressed that I can be funny, and honestly I have made people life, seriously it was never any of those fake laughs because they would fall on the floor in laughter. And so here we go...

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

thejefffrye420 Dec 21 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: humer
Always remember to love yourself more than anyone in the world. You are what makes you you, regardless of anyone else's influence or judgment. You are not special, but you are special to you, and that's all that really matters to make life (the great indulgence) the fullest it can be, no matter where you are! Also remember that the words "good" and "evil" have long been portrayed by the church and media so that certain symbols and words will enter your head when you hear these words. Morality is purely objective. When you think of the word evil, you usually think of people who are seeking to ruin another individual's life. This is a very false portrayal. Most things like cursing or violence or simply getting angry are seen as taboo around the world. What the church and many others who convey these false portrayals are doing are just limiting your potential to rise above by being the more powerful human. Everybody curses (at least at some point), everyone gets angry, but the main point is to not be afraid to fight. If someone does you wrong or seeks to destroy you, you have every human right to defend yourself, with whatever means necessary (but don't overdo it because in the end you will destroy yourself!). Fire with fire, my friends. :)
DieRolle Dec 20 '16 · Comments: 6 · Tags: advice, evil, morality, power, satanic bible, satanism, good
RiderOnTheStorm Mod

“Why Satan?” I am asked, by people who speak the name in hushed tones. “Why the Devil? Why evil?” These questions sound quite valid on the surface and I can understand the incredulity behind an uninformed mind’s opinion. Upon closer examination, however, the questions answer themselves.

Lucifer. God’s own most-loved creation, the favourite angel of the Almighty. Favoured by a God who created him knowing that he would fall and be cast down - and yet loved him most anyway. It seems odd to me that God’s best loved is mankind’s most loathed. And I don’t understand the reasons he is so hated and feared. If one studies any facet of Abrahamic religion, the only reasonable conclusion is that Lucifer is truly the champion of humankind.

John 3:16 states “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son; that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” God loved the world? When did he love it? When he flooded it and killed millions of people? When he had bears maul children for mocking a bald man? When he was so insecure he almost made a father kill his own son just to prove how much faith he had? This is not love. Creating beings imbued with free will and punishing them for exercising said free will is most assuredly not a loving act.

God created man and put him in paradise. But he encouraged man to remain ignorant. This was not for man’s own good - this was so man’s cognitive abilities would not rival God’s own. He created an item that would illuminate the mind of man and then banned him from ever utilising it. That is not love. Love - true, deep, unconditional love - is wanting to see your loved ones flourish; to see them reach the pinnacle of happiness and wisdom. Love is elevation and guidance - hate is suppression and willful obstruction.

Who then, in Eden, acted out of love? Certainly it was not God. It was the snake. The snake identified as Lucifer. It was Lucifer who encouraged humanity to gain wisdom and knowledge, it was Lucifer who supported humanity in their strive for autonomy, it was Lucifer who selflessly stepped in and guided man every step of the way, out of the garden of ignorance and into the world of wisdom. Lucifer lifted the veil God placed across the eyes of man: Lucifer taught man how to truly see.

Lucifer the Light Bringer, the Morning Star. For a being so reviled, he has never stopped loving and protecting us. Where God sees sin, Lucifer sees instinct. Instincts that are, often, pleasurable and beneficial for humanity, and are only considered “bad” when indulgence gives way to compulsion. Lucifer gave man the gift of freedom - freedom from a God who would control our thoughts and actions. Having given us such a gift, it’s only natural that he would want us to retain that freedom, and addictions and compulsions are masters we choose to obey. So he encourages us to learn, live, and enjoy, but bow to no master but ourselves. 

Humanity has benefited from the indulgence of instinct, often seen as sin in the eyes of the righteous. Pride has given us health and self-esteem, lust has given us procreation and survival of the species, sloth has given us recuperation and reprieve from mental and physical exertion, gluttony has given us agriculture, envy has given us ambition, greed has given us exploration, and wrath has given us motivation. These are the seven deadliest sins, so abhorrent are they that God himself is incapable of forgiving these transgressions. To Lucifer, these are not sins, they are guarantors of health, prosperity, survival, and happiness. In fact, the only acts Lucifer cannot abide are the sins of willful ignorance and purposeful stagnation. 

While often portrayed as the Adversary (and rightfully so), it is obvious that he is not the adversary of goodness and purity. Satan is the adversary of tyranny and oppression. It is a mantle thrust upon him by detractors, but to those who understand his motives, it is a banner. Whenever man has created or appreciated art, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us. Whenever man has applied critical thought to the world around him, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us. Whenever man has escaped servitude and mental or physical bondage, whenever man has fought for justice and progress, it is because of the gift Lucifer gave us.

This is my answer. “Why Satan?” Because there is no other acceptable alternative. Lucifer gave us wisdom, joy, appreciation, freedom, love, acceptance, pleasure, and power. Lucifer was cast down from Heaven, rejected by his creator, because of the value he saw in himself and in God’s other creations. And in God’s eyes, the worst thing any creature can do is value himself, for to do so is to start the journey to self-reliance. And God cannot exist where man has come to rely on himself to meet his needs. The Devil has no such insecurities. He knew full well that by giving man the gift of knowledge, he would eventually find himself obsolete as mankind became self-aware and autonomous. I have no use for John 3:16, this is the truth: "For Lucifer so loved the world, that he gave himself, that whosoever should open their eyes would not wander blind, but have everlasting sight." - Rider 3:16

This is my love letter to the one that set me free. To the one who unbound my shackles of fear, insecurity, and mental servitude. A thank you to the fallen angel who has sacrificed his existence and reality in order to elevate my own. A declaration of gratitude and adoration to the one who is personified within myself. May the light he fell to bring us radiate through me for all to see. There is no God or Devil, no Heaven or Hell - there is only what we create for ourselves. This knowledge, this power, gives us each omnipotence, it requires only that we be brave enough to take it.

I am a Daughter of the Morning Star. I am the Adversary of the Dying Lamb. 

RiderOnTheStorm Dec 15 '16 · Rate: 4.75 · Comments: 8
Fergie Ulfhednar
my first ritual
Fergie Ulfhednar Dec 12 '16 · Comments: 4 · Tags: ritual, satanic, first
The left hand path is that part of esoteric mysteries that promises concrete results. It whispers of horrors and pleasures conceived in the magicians mind, which can be spewed forth into the world. Like any tool, this ability can be used to cause harm, restore, or something that isn't quite either of these. I won't go into a full etymological treatise here, but I believe the word sinister means left handed in Latin, and is part of the reason why the path I have described has come to be known as that of the left hand. Those of us who dare to want something in this life and are far too impatient to wait for our stored up treasures were labelled sinister. The left hand itself has an evil connotation because it was customary for guards of the king to check only one side of a possible assassin for weapons, and since most people are right handed, they got into the habit of checking only the corresponding side. Assassins therefore tended to be left handed in order to gain the advantage of not having their hidden daggers taken away. Keep in mind I heard this explanation from a Christian youth pastor, and have done no fact checking, because I think the premise of the post would be moot if I did. It seems like a stretch that guards would never check the right side. In that case even right handed assassins could get through just but wearing their dagger on the right hip. If you do things that even just look sinister, then you can accomplish those things which are sinister. There may be something in that in the way of a lesson for those of us on the LHP, but I won't get further into it here.

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

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

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

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

SamaelSwine Dec 11 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: satan, satanism, human behaviour, individual

My psychic abilities slowly started kicking in but I didn't realize how much they had kicked in over night. I had taken off the amulet off of my neck and immediately I could hear everyone's thoughts. I could her Abert having some conversation that something to do with the neighbors and Alvin was thinking of another shenanigan he could do for laughs. Levitate Albert's wand is something I haven't tried,he thought. But I quickly put the amulet back on before anyone would notice.

The amulet wasn't some flat piece of metal, it was just this chunk of silver and gold that I was telling you about except it now glowed. I kept the habit of keeping it under my shirt so that noone would notice. The light emanating from the stone didn't seem to pierce through the cloth of my shirt for some reason or another, but whatever.

It was around Wednesday afternoon that I had decided to take the necklace off to test myself, though it was against the advice of Albert, but I just couldn't help myself. The moment i sat the necklace on the lunch room table I had fought myself from falling on the ground but I ended up on the floor anyway. I could hear everyone's thoughts and it disabled me because of it.

I could her the director thinking about how concerned he was about his wife finding out about his mistress, my costar who played a surgeon thinking about his next heroin fix, and the list goes on. I had struggled to pull myself up to grab the necklace and the moment I did I regained my strength and was upon my feet and just tucking the hunk of silver and gold under my shirt when Frank, the one who plays the surgeon on the show, came waltzing into the break room.

"Hey Frank," I said.

"How's it going with your family, John," he said. "Good I hope."

"Oh absolutely, Alvin is growing like a weed and Lilith and I couldn't get more closer." I had gotten giddy when I said this, but then again every proud father and husband would. "Better get back to work," I continued "You know, before the director starts yelling at me."

No more than I shut the door behind me, Frank pulls out a baggy with a brown rock in it and takes out a spoon that he keeps for such occasions. Setting these onto the table he reaches into his pocket again to pull out a lighter and one of those rubber things that nurses use when they take blood from you, I have no Idea what they're called but you know what I mean. He sat there and shot up the heroin and enjoyed the rush he'd gotten from it.

The work week came and went and during my birthday party, everyone was leaving and the sun had started to set. We were all sitting on the couch in front of the television when a black crow came out of nowhere and dropped an envelope made of parchment. Apparently the letter had come from the Count Dracula University of Vampirism.

Lilith and Albert gasped and had the biggest smiles they I'd rarely, if ever seen. Being new to the true world of Vampirism I didn't feel confident in going to some university, I thought that maybe I needed a couple of more months of training would be of help.

"John," Lilith said. "The new year doesn't start until next September, so you have plenty of time to complete your training with Albert."

"Well, Lilith," Albert said. "He just needs to get a hold of his psychic powers before we continue the more advanced stuff."

"I think that Albert said something to me the other day that at the rate that I am going, I'll be as good as any vampire who just graduated high school."

I looked down at the letter and it read:

Dear student,

Welcome to the Count Dracula University of California and thank you for selecting us for your degrees in psychic vampirism and potion making. You will be pleased to know that as part of your training in potions does include a course in alchemy. What you will need is the following items and equipment:

1) A full chemistry set

2) the Complete Alchemists Guide by Albert Fitzgerald

3) Guide to the World of the Psychic Vampire by Albus Smith, which includes an abridgment of the true history of the vampire community in America

4) the Psychic Vampires Guide to Spell Working by Cindy Smith

5) the Vampire Guide to Amulets and How They're Made by Albert Fitzgerald

Sincerely, Count Dracula, Head Master and Ambassador to the European Vampires to America

To say I was smitten is an understatement but I wasn't sure where I was going to get these books.

"I think it's time for him to go down to the Witches Valley," Lilith said.

"I don't see any other way to obtain those books," Albert said. "And I think I can get a good deal on the chemistry kit, to be completely honest with you."

We all sat there watching one of those old, black and white dracula movies quietly and enjoying the charm that you just don't get in any other movie that came out in recent years.

That was the summer that I took the job starring in Dracula, a remake of the old black and white movie. It was the move that thrusted me into the A list and in my spare time I had spent learning the more advanced work as a psychic vampire. Of course I went of to the university but I think that I will save that for another story and another time.

thejefffrye420 Dec 10 '16 · Tags: fiction

It was this finale incident that we had a sit down with Albert, regardless of his juvinial sense of humor can be both serious and responsible and discussed with him teaching Alvin more responsible than the usual shenanigans.

"Well, alright," Albert said. "Even by my own standards I've allowed things to get a little out of hand."

"Okay, Albert," Lilith said. "And I'm assuming you're still coming on as the nanny this coming summer."

"That's a fair assumption." Albert replied.

"Well then I take it that proper payments are in order as agreed." I said as I pulled out two personal checks with the spaces already filled in by my hand. "The first check is your initial payment for the first month of work and the second is the usual funding for the first month. Also I am assuming you're going to do as you did last summer and that's keeping his mind fresh of what he has already learned thus far and lay the groundwork for the following falls learning."

"Yes," he said. "The kid does well in both mathematics and potions. All around he is a great student but math and potions is where he tends to do well at, closely followed by his spell work. I think we have a real prodigy here, I've got my hope up for him, and a lot of people are expecting great things from him. I honestly think he is what had been prophesied by Nostradamus."

"Prophecy," I said, being surprised. I never heard of Nostradamus, much less a prophecy about my kid. "I don't know anything about a prophecy. And who is this Nostradamus fellow?"

"He was a scryer during the Renaissance who made a great number of prophecies that would turn out to come true," Lilith explained "And one of them happens to be about our son, Alvin. The prophecy states that he would fight a dark figure with the help of three of his fellow classmates. The dark figure is said to be hell bent in obtaining the philosophers stone in order to obtain a great deal of power, both occultic and political, in order to hold the world hostage."

"I've never heard of the philosophers stone," I said.

"It's a stone used in alchemy in order to obtain anything one could imagine. Gold, a potion for a long life, you name it, the philosopher's stone can do it."

"Wait, that would assume that my powers, or any magical person's powers is limited in one form or another." I said.

"Yes," Albert said. "All our powers are limited. But the school keeps the stone carefully and secretly hidden. There are very powerful spells and traps around the vault that it is hidden in so not just anyone can get to it."

I was blown away, I almost felt like I was in some kind of real to life Harry Potter movie. It was during these early years of Alvins life that I realized how much I enjoyed a lot of the witch and wizard material I enjoyed. It would definitely explain why I would watch the same amount of television shows and movies as well as have a lot of books and posters on the subject as much as vampires and werewolves.

This was a real inner journey for me as much as a learning experience. A time of introspective for me and Lilith and I would state up hours to discuss the subject. Soulmates we have always been from the time we had meet on set.

"I think John is ready for more advance levels of magic," Lilith said. She had been doing the laundry like she always does every Saturday morning, talking to Albert on his lunch break.

"You know, Lilith," Albert replied, sitting at the coffee table in the laundry room that also doubled as his break room. "I think your right."


"Yea, I can give a letter of good standing to the university."

"The one near Harvard seems first rate, but the post out their by University of California is probably the best choice all around."

"I think you're right, Lilith, nevermind the fact that you went to the same one and gotten your masters in conjurations and minor in alchemy. Good colleague that one."

"Well, Albert, we do have that nest egg that we've yet to find a reason to crack into."

"Yea," Albert paused and thought for a moment. "Hey! that reminds me, that trust fund for Alvin is coming along just fine."

"Oh, yea, you're right."

"I suppose we could have the news broke over next week's Sunday's' dinner."

"A week from tomorrow is perfect, Albert," Lilith was giddy because not only was she planning a surprise birthday party for John, but the centerpiece of the acceptance letter of John being accepted into one of the best universities for vampires in America, if not the world.

"This is going to be the centerpiece of an already perfect birthday party, Lilith."

"I damn good and well know it, Albert."

"You know, I wonder about something," Albert said as he stroked his beared with both hands. He done this when he has one of his light bulb in his head was turning on. "I wonder about his psychic abilities."

"We've done nothing in the way to know one or the other," Lilith stopping and turning to look at Albert, eye to eye. "Shouldn't take more than a week to find out if he's,"

"Psychic, no, the test shouldn't take more than a week," Albert said, knowing exactly what needed to do in order to administer the test. In a puff of smoke, Albert transfigured to his Alchemist's Lab. He took various herbs and a couple of chemicals and laid them next to some beacons. He then reached behind him to grab some quick silver bars, pick out a ten gram bar, placed the rest back and then obtaining a two gram gold coin.

Like a master he whisked and with a puff of smoke and a small explosion, a potion came out into a small vial and at the bottom of the beacon was a mostly silver stone that was beautifully decorated with golden hues and random golden inlays. It had been a beautiful stone that I have rarely seen, maybe not more than I can count on a single hand or single foot.

The only thing Albert told me about the stone is that it came from years of experimentation and is usually the mark of a master alchemist.

"John, I think I've got a potion that I want you to try," Albert told me that Saturday afternoon.

"I don't suppose that you just want me to drink it without question," I said and then took the quark out of the vial. I had grown use to him just popping in and wanting me to drink potions without question, so I just drank the potion down and it tasted almost like a chocolate shake. "I don't feel anything, Albert, I'll give it a few minutes, unless you know something I don't."

"Yea, give it a few hours," Albert chuckled. "But give it a couple days and the fun really begins."

"What's that suppose ta," but then I paused before saying, "Nevermind, you're not going to tell me to begin with. And besides, I got to take a look at a script I just got the other day, I think I'm going to take it."

"Oh, yea," Albert said, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Yea, it's definitely going to make my carrier," I said, having a look in my eyes, just knowing things are going the way I wanted them to and in such a short time that it was unreal.

"John! Dinner time!" Lilith holder at me but by the time I got to the stair case, she was just walking up and started to yell at me when we caught eyes.

"That's odd," I thought to myself. "Dinner done yet?" I asked her but before she had a chance to answer it was like I could hear her thoughts.

The potion must be working but I'll have to wait and see,she thought. "Yes, John," she said. "I was about to holler at you."

"I'll be down in a minute, sweetheart," I replied.

I need to remember to go to the store tomorrow afternoon to pick up the book for Johns' birthday party next week,she thought as she was walking away. "Pasta tonight, pucky dearest," she said.

I began climbing down the stairs and walked in and seen that Alvin and Albert were in their usual spots in the dining room. The pasta, sauce, breadsticks, and salad was ready to serve. I stood next to her, holding a plate, and handing them to the next person, Alvin, then Albert, and finally myself. I sat at the head of the table with Lilith across from me and Alvin and Albert sat across from each other.

Dinner went smoothly except that I wasn't sure when I should tell them when I could hear their thoughts when I heard Lilith speak directly to me.

I know that your can hear my thoughts, John, she thought to me.

I don't know what to say,I thought to her.

Psychic ability is not that uncommon but people who become a magical being typically need a potion to get things going,Albert thought to me.

I think we need to begin basic training after dinner,Lilith said.

"Well, then it's settled," I said. Just the fun I could have reading people's thoughts. Learning how people honestly think of me and loads more.

We sat there and ate dinner in the usual family chatter, Lilith went over my list of possible birthday gift list and the most Alvin had a few things to say the best way a two year old could only pull off. That evaning I had begun my first lesson in psychic defense.

The first things you need to learn are how to protect your thoughts from others,Albert thoughtDefending your thoughts from those that don't need to be reading your thoughts,he paused for a moment

And the other, Albert,I thought to him.

And the other is how to block the thoughts of others because if you don't, especially in a crowed of people, you'll go nuts. Trust me, I've down that road before when I was first learning to my psychic abilities.He sat on the floor in the living room of his small apartment, several feet from the back of the house and I likewise sat across from him before he continued, The first thing we need to learn is to quiet the mind, quieting the mind at will shows your will over your own mind and thereby allowing to defend yourself against those that don't need to be in your head and to keep yourself out of the minds of others, all of this at your own will.

Sounds like basic meditation,I thought, being surprised.

Yes, of course, the lessons that I will be giving you over the next week are the final pieces of what will be later built upon in the more advanced lessons of vampirism.

In the last year, I had become quite proficient in my magical abilities and glad that I was about to begin some of the most advanced lesson that I ever had at this point, maybe even giddy.

After meditating for nearly five minutes, Albert handed me the stone that he had made with the potion, except that it was tied to some hemp string. He explained that it was a psychic amulet that was used for those like myself, it did everything that I had yet do on my own, blocking the thoughts of others while protecting my own from others and it did it's job very well.

thejefffrye420 Dec 10 '16 · Tags: fiction

In the end everyone dies, everyone except me. I was bit by a vampiress and life hasn't been the same ever since. She was a 5,000 year old woman that looked like hot twenty something cover girl. She had long, wavy black hair, a limber body and smoke English, Hebrew, Russian, and German. She was equally as intelligent but she mostly has an interest in of Jewish, Germanic, and Russian vampire mythologies.

I was in love with her, their was no doubt about it, and we had gotten married some six months after we had meet and that is when she showed her fangs to me, but she punctured my neck before she had given me a chance to see them. Two of my teeth fell out a few days later and nearly two months later my fangs grew in. I had grown up loving the old black and white vampire movies and had read up on the material but I never thought that I would ever become a vampire myself until I meet Lilith.

"Good Morning my love," Lilith said, in her usual Jewish accent. "I cooked you breakfast. It's an old recipe but I think you'll like it."

Lilith had seemingly came out of nowhere, but she had planned on it the moment she set eyes on him gracing some local body building magazine. She knew that she had to have him and she knew that she could have him. Though she has a long and rich history, spanning nearly 5,000 years, few knew of her and those that do don't know the whole details of here entire history and her true history is shrouded in both mythology that spans all cultures and time periods, and also in metaphore of songs, poems, and theater dramas.

I have the classic good looks of a body builder. I had been on the cover of several underground trade magazines, but my stake to stardom was a storied raid where I had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ever since I had stared in a string of respectable successful B list movies and had somewhat of a following that had steadily growing over the last six months since I had known Lilith.

I was on set when he meet Lilith, home caught his eye as the bumped into each other as they were turning the same corner. What John didn't know was the fact she was using a small makeup mirror to know the right time to "bump" into him. I had just got himself into the mind of the character that he had been portraying. Lately, John had been portraying some doctor who was a bodybuilder in his spare time on a small time soap opera, not much but it was work he loved his job and he made a little more than he needed for his lifestyle and even has a nest egg.

"Excuse me," I said.

"It's okay," Lilith said with out missing a beat. "I don't pay enough to my surroundings to begin with."

"What's your name?"

"Lilith," she said. "Just Lilith."

"No last name, uhuh, like Cher."

"Yea, like Cher, and I don't believe you told me your name."

"John Samson," I told her.

She gasped and then said, "You were in the that movie 'Quest of the Pharaoh'." She gazed into my deep brown eyes and as she did so, the director called over to me and I excused himself.

I had just got himself into the mind of the character that he had been portraying. Lately, John had been portraying some doctor who was a bodybuilder in his spare time on a small time soap opera, not much but it was work he loved his job and he made a little more than he needed for his lifestyle and even has a nest egg. But on that day, that moment I felt a spark. I had loved the Jewish features of her face, her Jewish accent, the dark eyes, I had been infatuated with her.

It was nearing the end of the day and some of us had stayed after the days filming to drink a few beers. It was then I saw her again but only this time I recognised her as one of the girls in costume. I didn't see her very much before because she mostly did the costumes for the ladies but after that day she started working with the guys costumes.

She had stayed after filming that day to drink a little beer with us that evening. A few drinks in and I had invited her to the studio apartment that I rented in a nice area of Hollywood. I pulled out some wine and one thing to another and we got are rocks of together. And like I said before, six months later we were married. There wasn't to much particular to the first six months of our marriage, nor was there anything in the next six months.

I was after the birth of our first child that things started to get strange, I mean they say that vampires don't go out at night, unless your into that Twilite bull shit, but we do and in fact you wouldn't believe who's a vampire, Tom Cruise, Hillary Clinton, Bob Larson, I could go on all night and still wouldn't give you half the list. Most of the rich and famous our either vampires, werewolves, or practitioners of witchcraft. I thought that this stuff all just make belief but I swear that this story is true.

But the real fun didn't start until my baby boy was only two and half months old. We named him Alvin, I was big fan of the Chipmunkswhen I was growing up as well. Our son didn't have the markings of a vampire nor that of a werewolf. We thought he was a normal child, she said this happens from time to time with every passing generation, but even then she said it usually takes about a month, two max, before he would show any signs.

But when he teleported from his crib into his high chair, we knew then that this child would be a wizard. And it reminded her that some kids don't show their powers, usually found in the wizards or witches, until two and a half or three months, some as late as four or five, but little Alvin had been on schedule.

Up to that point, Lilith had given me the impression that she never had kids, she even lied out right about her age being twenty-five. I was only five years her senior and was looking for someone closer to my age, but like they say, the heart gets what the heart wants.

As the child grew into a toddler, about a year and a half, I confronted her about day care services and in a cloud of smoke came this murland looking guy, only he was about forty with a full head of salt and pepper hair. Apparently he was there because it had been time for young Alvin to begin the first lessons of wizardry. I was reluctant but his answers seemed good enough.

"You see," the guy said. "Every witch and wizard goes to daycare before being sent of to school for witches and wizards."

"Okay," I said. "Just like I did when I was about his age, but I don't think you gave us your name yet."

"Oh, where's my manners, my name is Albert Fitzgerald."

"Oh yea, that's right," Lilith said. "You use to be my nanny, I thought I had recognized you from somewhere."

"And how could I forget a face like yours," Albert said.

"I don't understand why a wizard would be the nanny of a vampire," I said.

"He was good friends with my parents for one thing," Lilith said. "And for another his knowledge of vampires is quite extensive, second only to witchcraft and wizardry." She spoke not only as a matter of fact but with a high level of affection. "By the way, Albert I hear that you have a great job over at the Dumbledore School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Oh yes," Albert replied. "I'm the new headmaster of the daycare there. It's what I love to do."

"Well taking care of those kids is perfect and I'm glad that my old school decided to open up a wing for that. I thought I heard whispers of them building on to the school but we know how people like to gossip."

"And you know I had my eye on Alvin for awhile now. I didn't think you would go wrong with the new blood that you brought into the fold." Albert looked at me and said, "You'll make a great vampire and your son will make a great wizard."

At this point I didn't understand how two vampire parents could have a child that isn't anything but a vampire. But Lilith, like always, had read my thoughts when she said, "Sometimes this happens, usually a small batch of kids in each passing generation will be anything other than what the parents are, usually if the parents' aren't the same thing like you and I which makes Alvin even more special."

"More so if you consider that there are three this time around," Albert said. "A vampire to parents of werewolves and a werewolf to parents that are a witch and a wizard. The rest of the kids turned out like their parents in one way or another."

I became more and more proud of my child and felt like Lilith and I had became closer than we had ever become at that point in our lives. I thought that this school would be best and Lilith agreed with me. We put up the money and off to daycare he would go all day while the wife and I would go to our jobs. I continued my job on the soap opera, taking jobs in movies during the summer when filming for the show had stopped for the season and she continued doing what she loved, costumes for the show and for whatever movie I had been doing during the summer. But like any school and day care in the normal world, we'd say the moggle world, moggle being a reference to the average, non magical folk and their world, their would be no sessions during the summer months. We took Albert on as the nanny for Alvin.

Really, the only difference for our little Alvin, other than being in a more than an upper middle class to lower upper class family, is that he was learning some basic, simple magical skills that mostly centered around personal responsibility. But it became obvious from the very beginning that like Lilith and myself, both Albert and Alvin had a bent towards some juvenile delinquency. Lilith and I both that it was cute when Alvin would be put up to no good by Albert but it would get trying at times.

One example was when Albert got the idea to show Alvin how to make objects invisible and had decided to use one of the scripts for a movie that I was looking over and highly considering taking it, and Albert knowing full well that this movie would not only be greatly anticipated but that it would almost make my carrier. It took me three hours to figure out that it was invisible and sitting on the kitchen table and even then I found out that Lilith became part of the joke some forty-five minutes earlier and kept her mouth shut because she thought that it was funny.

Another example came a couple days later when Lilith couldn't find her personal makeup kit. Albert had taught Alvin how to levitate objects a few weeks prior and Alvin became very proficient at it. But Alvin had only been taught to practice on his own things and never on anyone else's until he had decided to move mommy's make up just before she had walked into the bathroom to put her makeup on.

Lilith never thought to look over to see that her makeup kit had just been levitated onto the towel case that sat directly across from the sink. She looked in the medicine cabinet and it wasn't there. She came back into the master bedroom and asked me about it. I said nothing and walked into the bathroom and their it was on top of the case of towels.

"That's it," Lilith said. "I have had enough of this." Vampires do have powers unto their own. Mainly our powers are more of the defensive and offensive kind. It was fortunate that she had given me lessons on how to defend myself as well as a few offensive skills but I had just started learning some of the more moderate level skills, junior high type of things by this point. Her and I went around and started putting in defensive spells on all of the things around the house that didn't belong to Alvin.

A few minutes later we were finished, these kinds of defensive spells is fairly elementary and wasn't hard to do nor are they difficult to brake but for a child at the age of two and a half, they're not going to break the spells, that doesn't come until they're in junior high and typically have the maturity not to bother other peoples belongings without permission but can be used if one's own belongings have been stolen.

thejefffrye420 Dec 10 '16
I recall writting this short fiction some weeks ago as more of a writting excersise. It had started one night as I was staring at a blank screen over in google docs trying to come up with something and for some reason I thought about one of my favorit books I use to read during my high school years, the harry potter serious that grew rediculasly popular way back in the day.

I didn't think anything of this story other than just trying to keep the habit of writting on a regular basis. Frankly this is the first time I looked at it since I wrote it some weeks ago and I think I may have published it in my book, which I will link below, but I don't think it is all that good, not all that bad but okay. I summit this literary piece for your aprooval.

Here is the amazon link for my book: https://smile.amazon.com/Short-Tails-Sick-Stories-Jeffrey/dp/1539987841/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1481389041&sr=8-2&keywords=sick+tails+and+short+stories

And here is my blogg if you want a couple more samplings of my fiction: http://jeffsshortstoris.blogspot.com/

thejefffrye420 Dec 10 '16
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In the 17th century, America's first "Satanic Panic" occured in Massachusetts known as The Salem Witch Trials, mass hysteria circulated of devil worshippers, witches & warlocks. Because of extreme religious beliefs, anyone accused of witchcraft was either burned or brought to the gallows to be hung. Those who accused these so-called witches claimed to incite "righteous murder" in the name of God.
Now fast forward time to the 1960's the formation of Anton LaVey's Satanic philosophy, people were contrasting him with the likes of Jim Jones, David Koresh & Charles Manson with fears of another cult. Mixed emotions of fear & anger came forward.
Then in the 1980's America's second "Satanic Panic" took place. Preschools, musicians, movies & television where caught in the storm of paranoia, as well as the serial killings of Richard Ramirez would only fan the flames of this panic. Churches were generating as much profit as possible from those frightened by the idea of Satanists amongst American society.
The year is now 2016 & Satanism has never been stronger in America. With our andvances in technology & science, it has generated more atheists & more people to spend time in front of their phones & tablets instead of attending church. America now takes part in all 7 deadly sins without worry of God's wrath & without knowledge of this. Lust, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath & Pride are everywhere you look. Your family, your friends, our music, our movies, television, video games, even the internet. All taking part in the new Satanic order constructed by Anton LaVey. Although most people are unaware of this & still assume Satanism is related to blood worship, ritualistic rape, murder, mass suicide or some other deluted vision of this philosophy, the bottom line is this, America was founded as a Christian nation with a strict god fearing order, has now evolved into a free thinking, atheistic nation with the love for sex, money, food & relaxation. The U.S.A. is now Under Satan's Authority.

"We are heading into a new Satanic age, the evidence is all around us, all we have to do is look at it"
-Anton Szandor LaVey, "The Black Mass", 1960
sectheother Dec 2 '16 · Rate: 4 · Comments: 8 · Tags: under satan's authority, usa, satanism, satanic, america, 666
My favourite line from the Satanic Bible has always been, "Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams." In my conception of Satanism, this is the single axiom which defines it, and gives a direction for my physical journey. This line is my Satan.

I say physical journey rather than spiritual journey because I want to distance myself as much as possible from spirituality, because that is a loaded term which for me bears too much resemblance to religion. There is power in aesthetics, and though I may only reject the term spiritual on an aesthetic basis, I believe that this gives me sufficient linguistic distance that I can allow myself to believe that I have nothing to do with old ideas of spirituality religion so ingrained into me by existing in my current cultural context.

Spirituality of does not necessarily have to have anything to do with religion. Anything that you do that does not have an immediately observable and objective correlate outside of your own head is what I call spiritual. And it is fine and probably necessary for most humans to a certain extent to maintain such practices. The problem for me is the term, which I find to be ugly. It has been held for far too long by gurus of the new age and pompous priests of the middle ages, and they can have it. I want vital existence, which is in effect spirituality bent towards my will and personal understanding.

When I meditate I exist vitally. When I practice martial arts, play music, drink beer, fuck, perform well and intentionally at work, I am existing vitally. When existing vitally, there is no need for spirituality and the false dichotomy of spiritual/physical. There is in no demarcation line between the two except where it benefits the gatekeepers of the "spiritual". Where there is demarcation, it is only a meme generated by humans. Existence is the spirit and never stops, and my mission is to make it vital. When I die the reality that I created will continue on in those who I have irrevocably altered, and my remains too will be vital. I just wanted to make a death metal reference, and that was the point of this whole post, so take it with a mine of salt.

I have always found that the best spells, rituals, or whatever you prefer to call it, works best when you actually feel something. When the actions that you perform can make you feel something that you wouldn't normally feel. For me this usually comes in the form of a sensation that I call "The Quickening" which is stolen from Highlander, because why not? At the climax of the ritual I tend to feel odd sensations of heat, cold, tension, and relaxation in my extremities and face. I interpret this as a signal that the ritual has caused a significant emotional reaction in myself, significant enough to create what feels like an external effect. What is the point of magick if not to create effects in the real world, something outside of the mental machinations of creating and performing the spell.

Since I see the physical effect tied to emotional reactions as being important to the magickal action in question, it makes sense seek out various methods of causing powerful emotional and physiological reactions to harness for magickal purposes. It is my opinion that any form of physiological arousal is a tool to be used for any spell, especially if one has difficulty with creating any sort of feeling within themselves in the first place. While it is better to tailor the reaction to the particular spell used (feelings of hatred for a spell of destruction, sexual arousal for a spell of lust, feelings of pity and empathy for a spell of compassion), any emotion and the felt effects of that emotion in the body will do. The mind has a way of tying things together. If all you can feel is hatred, but all you think about is compassion, you can fuse the sensations of hatred to the intent of compassion. The feelings you arouse in a spell are the ammunition that you fire into the universe to accomplish your will.

There are many tools to use to create these physiological sensation. Orgasm, drugs, music, meditation, an incense are a few of the more common ones. A possible tool I don't think I have ever seen mentioned in discussions of spellwork is movies. Laughter, despair, disgust, sexual arousal, and violent excitement are just a few off the many emotions that can be triggered while watching a movie. These could then be channelled as the magician sees fit for his particular purposes.

A movie like August Underground: Mordum for example might cause intense feelings of disgust or fear. The magician could time the most offensive parts of the movie the casting of the spell, so that at the moment when they feel the most physiological arousal. Of course disgust and fear are not the only emotions that could be used, though they are those which I feel most often, so I find them useful for magickal work. 

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