I also remember that I'm not alone... and my brothers and sisters are out there struggling, too. My takeaway from this introspection is to keep fighting for yourself. Never forget we're Satanists, the most powerful people on the planet. We cannot let the unremarkable step on us. Hail Satan y'all.
My favorite pictures of Anton LaVey are the ones with Jayne Mansfield.
They say Jayne was in the Black House for publicity, I believe her Satanism was legitimate. She would have turned 88 this year and I rubbed my clit to her naked gifs recently. I imagine what her ghost would tell me.
The best picture is both of them with LaVey holding a Chihuahua. Long story short, a Chihuahua showed up on my doorstep when I was 18, more than 10 years later he told me never to settle for anyone who loves me less than he did. Now in my mind’s eye he flies above me as a dragon, changing dramatically in size at will. When I worked at UPS he slept on top of the warehouse and his breath fogged up the skylight. He lands behind me heavy when somebody approaches me trying to waste my preciousss time. He was most definitely part of my entourage when I appeared before the The Throne.
Occasionally vultures circle round with my dragon. That tells me there’s something in my life that needs to die. They are comforting when I am in pain, they remind me the pain too will die and they will be there to consume all the flesh of it that remains. I found myself tied to a black hole of a person with what looked like intestines and they ate away at it for weeks until I was free and leveled up.
Do you ever worry that you died many times before and keep waking up in parallel universe type times and places? I started to feel unsure about being in my original reality after a seizure on air duster at an after party on Hale Street. Sometimes I feel that each of the million times I woke up from a black out or date rape I actually died. My only concern is what happened to my mother in all the other dimensions.
There’s a gang called Satan’s Disciples, the black and yellow baby devils. I was in SD’s motherland on 18th and Oakley the last time I was date raped. When I woke up HO was tattooed inside my pussy. Maybe I died there at the birthplace of Satan’s Disciples. Maybe I was mutated beyond belief and my mom in that other life is living out her days thinking I suffered.
I did a past life regression meditation on YouTube. The voice told me to relax and relax deeper and relax deeper and relax deeper until finally it told me to go back and asked me if I was a man or a woman. My brain said I was a man. The voice asked me what language I spoke. My brain said Farsi. I didn’t know Farsi was a language but they speak it in Iran. My brain responding to the voice told me I was 35. I killed my wife.
It makes sense that I’ve had to endure so much in this life because I killed my wife in another.
I’ve done other past life regressions that were wonderful. Billy and me floating high in a hot air balloon with a clear basket over the City of Atlantis. We were famous and we were in love.
But back to LaVey and his Chihuahua pictures. Even among dog lovers Chihuahuas are misunderstood and looked down on. They’re extremely sensitive to vibrations with their tiny bodies and giant bat ears. I used to joke that mine was my spirit guide but now he actually is one of them alternating as my baby puppy and my steadfast dragon among ancestors and deities and aliens and other thangs. Anton LaVey was born about a mile and a half from my house and Anton LaVey holding the world’s smallest dog breed from Mexico is my Anton LaVey.
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And although the prophet had known the creature its' entire life there came a moment in time that was experienced as a sudden rushing and flooding of feeling and emotion within the consciousness to the point of nearly debilitating.
The prophet for some reason felt great sorrow for the creature as if to understand its' true nature; it's existence and inevitable downfall although the knowledge contained within the prophet could also see the greater good, and reason for it.
Perhaps the prophet felt a sudden urge of guilt somehow for failing to acknowledge what appeared to be this poor and helpless creature of God, understanding and relating to it so many years ago. A sort of deficit indeed waiting to be released.
The prophet though felt good for realizing his shortcoming and making amends with the creature prior to its demise which has not yet come to pass.
It still remains unclear to the prophet though how much of all this the creature itself actually understood of what it witnessed and whether or not the circumstances themselves may have been inadvertently exaggerated by the prophet, and any other meaning unintentionally overlooked.
In the end the prophet felt good about what had transpired and that the entire revelation was more of a good thing in coming to terms regarding companionship with said creature of God.
It could also be noted that the creature and the prophet often making eye contact with one another, even somewhat prolonged at times as if to garner some sort of understanding by the two, to be experienced by each, in its own way, of course.
It involves a little bit of paperwork and leg work:
How to Leave the Catholic Church
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Process of ExcommunicationIf you want to be excommunicated, you have to go through official channels. Your local priest can't help you; instead, you must write a letter to your bishop.
If you don't hear back after a little bit, send the letter again—but this time registered mail with a note that this is your second attempt. If you persist, you should be successful.

My name is Emily Grierson. I'm the heroine from Faulkner's love story.
I live in the world of shadows and dust. I cannot let go of the past. Boldly and stubbornly, I refuse to let it go. The small town I live in is moving ahead but me... I stand still and motionless, in perpetual defiance of movement, stuck in the darkness, neither dead nor alive, forever locked at home. I don't believe in closed chapters and burned bridges. I cannot close one door, cannot open another.
No mortal being, no power in this world, will pull me away from the embrace of my beloved. Please, don't call him a corpse. My love, my passion, still vibrant and burning, is too furious to die.
I stroke his face, I kiss his hands, my grey hair on the pillow. I'm too proud to live and too proud to die. People keep talking about me, call me insane, call me perverse. They send letters, offer roses but I belong to their world no more.
He's here, mine for eternity. He's my world, my love, my life, my death, my everything. The world behind my windows doesn't exist. It's an illusion, annoying distraction. By drawing the curtains close, I've made it vanish. It is no longer here. Gone forever.
So... do not feel sorry for me. Do not pity or mourn me.
Feel sorry for yourselves.
My mom tells me not to walk alleys cuz it's dangerous.
But it's the quickest way to the corner store.
Butter.
A loaf of bread.
A dozen eggs.
And a gallon of milk.
Essential things we need to cook to make food.
Fish.
I love fish.
I had guppies once.
Found them in the desert, in a shrinking puddle.
Finally being at the corner store, having made it to the destination is like finally reaching the summit of the left hand path. I bought the stuff on my list and went back to where I had come from. With stuff I didn't have before.
down the sidewalk, and through the fog.
In Satan's name, I ate my lunch
only two hours, after brunch.
In Satan's name, I took a bath
to cleanse myself, on the Left Hand Path.
He'd be amazed and ask me to meet
Him on the corner of the street.
If Satan saw the brown shirt I wore on my torso
He'd think of me amazing more so
And his heart would glow.
If Satan saw the red jeans I wore on my legs
And the bright orange socks I wore around my ankles
And the green hat I wore on my head
And the purple bra I wore over my boobs
Standing at that street corner waiting for him
It would be hard for him to miss me.
The bag had been sitting, in the corner of his kitchen for quiet some time. Several days actually. The content inside was beginning to rot. Nathan could smell the odor coming from the bag. He had hesitated to remove the bag for several days, until it was full.
It was now full. And so, Nathan took the trash bag outside. He had not been outside in a long while. Because it had been snowing all week and the snow had packed up high. But, regardless of the snow, he had to take the trash outside, due to the constant nagging of his wife, who refused to do it herself.
Nathan walked over to his trash bin. Leaving footprints in the snow behind him. He opened the bin, and threw the trash bag in. And walked back into the warm house. Then washed his hands.
Firstly, i think we can safely say, that the Church of Satan is no longer a Relevant force in Satanism today. Since LaVey founded the CoS, and since his death; many different Philosophies have spawned from LaVey's form of Satanism. The CoS as an entity doesn't accept these facts, claiming to be the only "Real" satanists, calling other forms Pseudo or Pretend, disregarding the integrity of other thoughts. In my opinion this is destructive, and i believe that Satanism is a Concept to which you need to build upon to evolve. So my opinion is that i believe the Satanic Bible and most of LaVey's writings are Outdated.
The Nine Satanic Statements i believe are a list of tenets of LaVeyanist Satanism that don't hold significance in today's society. Some i agree with, most i don't. As follows:
I vote that everytime some religious nut case knocks on my door, they have to pay $30 for 5 minutes to talk about whatever they are talking about.
You and a angel are sitting in a room. What would you say to the angel? What would you ask them? Stuff like that.
So i'v been very curious as of late on the Political beliefs between different Satanists. Of course i have my own set myself, but when it comes to Satanism and politics, i never really dived into discussing both in particular. Seeing as how the current political climate is pretty much Hot, i'v been wandering what most satanists, different types of satanists believe in terms of Politics.
I'm aware that there are people on both the Right and Left who are satanists. Socialists, communists, neo-libs, conservatives.
I'm curious as to what people on this site share or don't share in terms of Political beliefs. Feel free to comment and discuss topics on the subject, just refrain from Name-Calling/insulting. That includes bashing liberals (calling them Libtards) and Trump Supporting satanists. Only friendly Agreeing/disagreeing Conversations please.
I am from brazil, and i need to know How to make a deal with my true master.
I may ask if any of you know any satanic cultists on my country, or even any spell and How to make it.
I would like it to be with ~belzy~ (belzebub, in other word. Don't blame me i... just love how he is), but if it's with another demon, i guess it can go.
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Interesting articles or books on behavior and/or genetics of animals.
Artist: Black Sabbath
Song: Symptom of the Universe
Lyricist: The Prince of Darkness
Lyrics:
Mother moon she's calling me back to her silver womb
Father of creation takes me from my stolen tomb
Seven hundredth unicorn is waiting in the skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies
Take my hand, my child of love come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean I've been crying all these years
With our love we'll ride away into eternal skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies.
These are rather on point lyrics for a working class English catholic.
These lyrics epitomize the essence of RHP attainment for me despite that take being consistently rejected by almost everyone.
And in a way worth beating like a dead horse too.
Abstraction: The quality of dealing with Ideas rather than events.
In my opinion this is the line between "born v made". The ability to have that quality. In short: satanism precludes spiritual prediclection. The way of the godly and abstract serene is naturally rejected.
In another one of my rejected opinions this is actually more accurately represented in the East in some might say an overly general way.
In Hinduism you have a concept called Atman.
Ātman is a Sanskrit word that means inner self, spirit, or soul. In Hindu philosophy, especially in the Vedanta school of Hinduism, Ātman is the first principle: the true self of an individual beyond identification with phenomena, the essence of an individual.
In Buddhism you have the rejection of this called Anatta.
In Buddhism, the term anattā or anātman refers to the doctrine of "non-self" — that there is no unchanging, permanent self, soul, or essence in phenomena. It is one of the seven beneficial perceptions in Buddhism and one of the three marks of existence along with dukkha and anicca.
The first of these holds truth to concepts without proof. There is more to reality and self than what we can sense. The second holds reality and form is only what we can sense and experience in our short impermenant lives
And I believe this gets the ball rolling, and is more inherent to character of the individual than just rejection of transient status quo or imprinted philosophy. As those in the anatta camp are more likely to be highly skeptical of those "spiritual pipe dreams" (faithful predisposition). This non-belief to the mystical translates into non-belief in authority or imposition.
A practical example:
As Seen in a footprints poster.
Can the concept of God's whatever carrying you through your tough times do a damn thing for you? Can a belief in something abstract provide comfort to you?
Can The Symptom of the Universe and its sky unicorns do a goddamned thing for you?
Or do you need practical and observable materialistic solutions to bank any sort of hope? Does it need to be real and deal with what's real, what is phenomenal?
Can you light a few candles, chant some names and feel like cosmic forces will protect you?
Or does even the psychodrama fail to do you a damn bit of good without a consistent outcome you can affirm to experience?
Likewise can you accept that from any imposing authority figure?
If forced to be in the Atman camp under subserviernt circumstance, could you do it?
Or if ideological (or even real) inquistions forced you to kiss a papal robe would you take the metaphorical (or real) guillotine? .
Would an insolent fire burn within making you wary of such faulty epistemology? Could that trend towards self immolation in defiant protest of such an artificial authority?
At the heart of this (pun intended) is faith, or posessing an ability for its productive use in day to day peaceful attainment.
If god is submission to ideas and protection through faith than the adversary must stand antithetical to these qualities, not appeal to divine protection, and naturally discard use for any "symptoms of the universe" in the process.
Dr. Phil Analogy of the above: In the Satanic Bible if the first two books are like the first part of a sentence; than the second two books are the word "but" contradicting everything you said previously.
“If you speak your truth, you’ll find your tribe.”
The shadows of the night revealed themselves as the full moon brought them forth. The blades of grass were swept back by the icy wind that danced it’s way around the forest. As the bards sung their songs in starlit bars and the drunken whores made their way to steal from oblivious men, I stayed at home, content with my books and hotchocolate.
Tribalism. The beliefs and acts of a tribe of people, gathered together for a purpose. The philosophy behind a group’s existence.
Subcultures formed out of a collective interest in a subject. Music, art, guns, sex, religion. All tastes belonging to humankind, displayed in the dark, so the purifying light of the sun cannot see them do it.
In this strange world I now found myself in, with people screaming and scared to leave their homes, I wonder about my place in it all. All roads are suppose to lead to Rome, with Rome being the revelation of one’s life, one’s purpose.
I ponder and wonder about the road I walk. This path of midnight under a full moon and a black sky. Echoes of wisdom past whisper around me, but I shrug them off. Words and phrases I’ve heard a thousand times, as if they were to be repeated until I could recite them by heart.
The dark storm that surrounded the land ate at my heart, little by little, until I saw that beast and dispelled it.
Chaos only brings about change. Isfet, the manifestation of evil, would only bring about the end.
I had been around evil before. Sadistic members of our society cast from the heavens to placate the drug of moral superiority of justice and righteousness. Soon, however, the drug took it’s hold on the most high and false fears became real and so did the screams.
The innocent people of the world turned into ghouls and monsters overnight and the crusades began. Monsters lurked in every corner. No stone was left unturned and the world turned into a schizophrenic’s paradise.
Wisdom once again returned to my ears, to echo long forgotten memories of the past. I shook my head, not wanting to relive what now seemed to be an alternate history.
But I found no solace in denial and the words of wisdom spoke and I found myself whisked away, infatuated with the siren of memory and her entrancing song.
“The gods make us go through hardships to prove, not only to them, but to ourselves that we are strong enough to handle them.”
Sliding into despair and self-deceiving malice would not be productive, I told myself. Accepting the wisdom of words told me a long time ago, I resumed my mental wandering, my attemptto understand the universe.
“If you speak your truth, you’ll find your tribe.”
Tribe. A group of people intrinsically linked to you, through blood or bond.
And so, in my mental wanderings, I asked myself: “Where is my tribe?”
I realized that I hadn’t spoken my truth. Everytime I tried to do so in the past, I stumbled, unsure of myself and the fear of friends fading if they knew the truth. Thus my fear of loneliness became manifest and the cycle of fear began again.
And so, howling like the wolf lost in the forest, I spoke to the void that I felt inside my heart for so long:
“The Truth: The dark night that I have found myself wandering in is not what is really there. The moon was hidden by the clouds and I was too afraid to notice. The night is where I call home. Visited by people serving gods not my own, people who think they are monsters of the night, those attracted to dark beauty and gothic revelations. The gods are ever present. Sitting under moonlight, lyres playing song of long lost romance and heroic legends. Heka exist, as it is has always been. Technology is used to perform heka by calling forth from the soul and manifesting it onto the physical plane.
Does anyone else share this same truth? Or something similar?
Tribe: Finding the Soul
JVN
In the year 1990, a comet flew across the sky... The trail of fire following it was hissing the names of all those loved by the Morningstar.
In January 1990, the Satanic Trident hailed for all men to honor and remember the rebirth of the Morningstar.
On December 17th, 1990; Zenarith L. Morningstar was born, from Imp to Man... In his childhood, much of his Dark Destiny was forgotten. He knew he had the Gift of Magick but he did not know where he had inherited it from.
In the year of 2018, Zenarith met his Father Lucifer and through the struggles of his Future he would be known as Zenarith "Lucifer" Morningstar... The Second Star of the Morning.
Hail be it Satan!
Hail Satan!
Ave Satanas!
Meet our independent agent.
The agents future is a bit more hazy.
Consequences are assured by agents past negligence. Repercussions for selfish and irresponsible behavior and decisions are now going to result.
While probability remains high for certain outcomes it is impossible to determine the results or the severity of actions to come with any degree of certainty because other agents exist and contribute to the outcome.
Other agents will decide the appropriate course of action. The exact nature of repercussions is unknown. Except that there will be repercussions eventually.
And the results that occur will likewise be an amalgamation of another agent's circumstance, mental processes, and can absolutely determinined in retrospect.
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Where the cause is concerned could the agent have done anything different or was it as automated as a computer program choosing true/false logic gates?
Where the effect is concerned could any of that alone absolutely determine its location and form?
Is this just another battlefield for quantum and Newtonian physics?
Within the last year or 2, I've been streaming on Twitch, mainly of Quake Champions. Even made affiliate status, and got a nice little community going (granted, I've pilfered some from other communities I'm part of). As for the Quake gameplay, I'm aiming to partake in the tournaments that occur. Having to unlearn some bad habits I've picked up during my time with the game. But I'm definitely gonna get higher in the rankings. And even if I don't, all I care about is enjoying myself. After all, enjoying oneself is a part of living a vital existence.
In regards to the occult, I've not really delved much into that side of me to be honest, although my interest is piquing again.
Anyway, that's the update. Will be back again, but probably more regular than I have been.
Of course, at to which point just head palm myself. Because I gotta pay rent. Anyways no matter what I say, its not seeping into their brains. Anyone got an idea of how to explain the difference of all 3 to these dumbasses?
But how did you know when you were a Satanist? Like... What happened that made you be like, "Huh... This is what I am.... Damn it feels good to be free." Oh whatever it is you said when you "Woke up".
I am a typical "Goldwater Moderate". I grew up in wacky do-your-own thing libertarian Arizona and the moderate politics of the state rubbed off. While I'm still not a fan of Trump's further right policies, I will say this:
This country needs a Trump reelection. Not because he's right for the job; because he's right for the people, ALL OF THEM, even those that hate him.
Imagine that. Against all odds "The Great Silent Majority" (I swear another presidential incumbent called upon that) sweeps him into a second term. "Sacrafice". And wouldn't you know it registration is the highest it's ever been. Record breaking. Texas, Ohio, Georgia... You name it. The silent majority is getting ready.
Which way will they go?
Down 8 in the polls currently, but he was down 12 last time.
Who remembers this:
Seems like ancient history with the lemmings all hopping on Team Pelosi and taking their spite out on the democratic process. Never has any sitting president been so opposed in their office by vindictive politicians with the only priority getting back at them for taking away their hope to follow up the hope.
It was supposed to go, "First a black President, then a woman president", and Country Club Old Money took it from them, rode a bull economy, and did a fairly descent job to those paying attention. He even managed to pull off many of his campaign promises. And his supporters quite liked him telling China to f* off and picking tariff tiffs with the Canadians.
And whether or not you support it, THOSE are the things he's done with his presidency.
But that's not important, because this is the snowflake twitter generation. Hashtag simple. Basic.
The anger exhibited by a college aged millenials is like watching Hitler youth salute their master. Only it's a fist, a fuck the police, and a want so bad to say they were part of some social movement of change they don't see the s*** peddled to get their attention and support. Snakes of implanted beliefs, and a spin to provoke the wishy washy herd minded idealism that elected Hitler chancellor and instilled revolucion in Latin America.
And while that goes both ways, politically, The right has never been the side to violently protest, at least post 1900.
Socio-political change comes from the left.
But lately...
It's hysteria. It's media driven. It's Facebook driven. It's another social meme that disposes hate with hate. A herd with a herd.
But it's ok because it's only hate of fascists. And people that don't share your progressive ideology so much that the judeochristian mindset of "You must think like me" takes hold and perspective flies out a morally righteous window.
With The NAACP, college tuition, and droves of people lining up to help the upstanding black kid succeed he only loses if he aspires to be a balla', and that's only when the line of work catches up.
Yes black lives matter and moreso on a sliding scale of how disadvantaged they are.
What if I was to say, "George Floyd deserved it, as would my white *** if I did the same thing"?
This is crocodile tear hysteria, one so pressurized and ready to burst you can get reported to the fingermen of social justice if you dare say, "Maybe the cop wasn't racist and the guy was just an intoxicated jack*** that didnt want to go to jail?"
But what of the racists? These horrid folk that impede your progressive ideologies?
What? The ones not on hillbilly heroin knocking back confederate recipe moonshine? The stupid impressionable DOC kids? There is an increasingly disparaging list of stereotypes of those classied as "White Supremacists", such as breeding like Clevon in the movie Idiocracy.
Heritage *and* congenital defects not Hate!
Not really the greatest threat to you or anyone... at most just more victims or rampant ignorant belief.
They can fly their rebel flag and you can wipe your tears with a rainbow one.
They have a right to exist so long as they don't advocate violence (legally). And run the risk of losing everything if they do. This country can have people that think things you don't like and you just have to deal with it. They can think as xenophobic as they want. They can hate whomever they want. They can fly a Nazi flag alongside the antifa ones protesting them and no-one can stop each-other.
And that's why a Trump reelection is a good thing.
We, as a country (planet), need that riot. The country needs the angry riot of twice disenfranchised youth taking to streets in violent protest like someone else's ideology is the most destructive thing in their lives. The mass the overflowing vitriol has created needs to implode. Whether a Trump reelection or Derek Chauvin being acquitted (very unlikely).
The breakdown of society will happen through rampant slave morality. A society of Zarthustras Apes, the alleged Ubermencsh sparypainting ACAB on banks, or donning the combat boots of a Leftover Crack fan and taking back the suburbs like a progressive liberal punk rocker.
It's like the hippies with Facebook instead of LSD.
And if you know of things that happened before 1990, you'd know how the election is gonna play out. Happy trails smiling all the way to 1972.
And this is good for everyone prone to viral outrage and resulting slave ideologies. It just looks like the left is gonna be the ones to break it open and (hopefully) bring about the armageddon of moral indignation.
But only if Trump wins.
Just get the pseudo-civil war over with...
Patience
Able to wait for past tense
Heartache as days give away
Like wrapped gifts
Putting time into grips
Relatively lacks sense
Still I'm holding on with grasped fists
Act as if going on is easy
Believe me, I plead for you to still have a reason to need me; even
After you've weathered all seasons
Trying to be on time like I'm late for a meeting. Hearts bleeding
As everyday that pass by
I pray that I remain in your light
If you can stand and stay for the night
That you see me again,
It's a means to an end
I'm restless, rustling as leaves in the wind
As it blows by, I hope I can show time
It's no lie, this lone mind won't always be froze right? Hourglass is closed tight
Sand steady falling. No longer hopeless
In moments notice I'll be steady ready
For my calling. I'm all in.
You can see I've been writing a lot
Now I'm writing to the sound of a clock
Tic-tock as ink drops like the tears from my rage that can finally escape with every turn of the page as the hands of time turn like the world through the days.
While I'm not in the business of mincing my beliefs down into microscopic classifications for the sake of labeling myself, I do still read into the existing subsets of Satanism to better understand where my beliefs and practices fit into the grand scheme of things. I'm not searching for a single hook on which to hang my hat, but instead I'm examining all schools of Satanic thought to see what similarities they share with my own beliefs. I'll collect those parallel aspects in the entry below, and update it as necessary. -K45
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Esoteric Satanism
"When we refer to ourselves as esoteric Satanists, what we are saying is that the kind of Satanism we practice differs substantially in style and content from not just the major Western religions like Christianity, but from ‘orthodox’ Satanism as well. Most Satanists are strictly rationalist. The Satanic Temple’s humanist Satanism, for instance, rejects anything that could be considered “superstitious”, this includes divinatory (or ‘fortune-telling’) practices like tarot, astrology, palm-reading, scrying, or pendulum-reading, as well as any sort of magickal practice whatsoever. Furthermore, they also reject any interpretation of Satan that isn’t strictly rhetorical, including not just a traditionally theistic Satan, but also any metaphysical Satan such as Satan-as-Void, Satan-as-Dao, or Satan-as-Spiritual-Self. As esotericists, most of us practice some kind of divination and almost all of us practice magick. I would argue that in this way esoteric Satanism is necessarily non-rational.
Most esoteric Satanists do not have a strictly rhetorical understanding of Satan. We believe that Satan is ‘out there’ in reality.We are substantially different from theistic Satanists in that we do not believe that Satan is a deity, like a bat flying around in the ether. Rather, in most (but not all) cases, Satan is a metaphysical principle equated more closely with darkness, void, magick, or something that mediates between being and nothingness. However the individual esotericist or coven of esotericists decides to cash this out, it will not involve conceptualizing Satan as a literal entity even if we concede that Satan does in fact exist on some level."
-Evyn Aytch, Satanhaus
I came here to meet new people, and to learn the different points of view and possibly adopt some for myself, all-the-while making new friends (which is definitely something I need right now).
Thank you for allowing me to enter a safe place to be myself and be free of judgment.
Well anyways, I was sitting in class with a friend practicing Arabic. I really wanted to use my multi-language skill at that time to get a scholarship. And here's the thing, I was one of the school's heavy weight power lifters, (I used to do squat, bench, and dead lift 220 lbs). And I was sitting there, going over flash cards with a friend when a bunch of this 80-90 lbs females with enormous bows, bit ass obnoxious crosses, (I lived in Texas) and everyone except maybe 5-7 of us in the school were not Baptists.
Now with the swing of an arm I could have easily hurt these females. Because I also played softball. About 4-5 of them started dumping water on me, and beating the shit out of me with these fucking bibles. Now as this is going threw my head, I could 2 things:
First: Just fucking loose it. Every one wants to call me the "Red Diablos" Fine. I will show them Red Diablos.
Second: Let them, because I know the type of damage I could easily so on their very tiny bodies if I just swung my arms and hit them to the point of knocking them out with one hit.
OR.... Or the third option: Grabbing the leaders wrist, I squeezed her wrist making her fall to her knees. In a calm but firm voice I reminded them that at that time I was Catholic. And that I was practicing a language to go to a better school than the stupid fucking Christian College that the high school wanted me to go to. And that next time they hit me or even so much came near me, that I was going to make the Satan himself proud with what I was going to do with their bodies and souls. Needless to say, they never ever did that again.
I ended up moving schools because we moved back to Colorado. Now being back in Colorado Springs, I didn't really run into that problem again. And thats when I realized that so many tiny towns, and small communities really make it difficult for most people when they are trying to not only find out who they are, but what they are.
Am I saying all tiny communities are like this? No, no I am not. But what I am saying is this: people suck and they are quick to blame anything on Satan, or another language that is just being used to open new doors into one's life.
I don't care if this was originally posted by The Sun, is a recycled story, have bitched about it already years ago, or other, this needs to be addressed again.
People are without critical evaluation capability, that's all there is to it. How fucking lacking are they?
Way beyond my conspiratard lacking.
https://www.foxnews.com/science/noahs-ark-buried-in-turkish-mountains-as-experts-say-3d-scans-will-prove-biblical-ships-existence.amp
Fox News Quality? You bet. They even tagged it under 'science'.
But before I really trash this, here are some facts you need to assist in that.
Water Facts:
• If you took all the water on earth, that means all; ocean, fresh, frozen, and falling water, and liquified it on the surface; the sea level rises only 72 meters. That is 1/20th of mile. 236 feet.
• The cubic volume of all that water is roughly 258,174,617 cubic miles. A sphere about 790 miles in diameter if isolated from the rest of earth.
• The cubic volume of all water on the moon Europa is 678,075,600 cubic miles or about 1090 miles in diameter. Meaning there is almost 3 times as much water on Europa, and the oceans may be up to 30 times deeper than The Marianas Trench in places (at max speculated depth).
Earth/Europa Facts:
Earth volume = 259,883,851,297 cubic miles
Earth diameter = 7917.6 mile
Earth Radius = 3958.8 miles
Surface area = 39,684 sq miles
Europa diameter = 1,939 miles
• Europa = Giant ice ball with enough Jupiter-related tidal friction to maintain internal liquid ocean and extreme cryovolcanism. Eruptions will eject liquid water 125 miles above the surface. That's half way to the ISS if applied to earth.
The Mountain
Mt Ararat is a cinder cone volcanic mountain along the Turkey/Armenia border. It is very similar to Mt. Ranier (USA) and Mt. Fuji (Japan) in appearance, formation, and height. Cone Volcanoes often have lore associated with them, but that is a different rant entirely.
It rises out of The Armenian Highlands with a base elevation of 2,700 feet on it's North face and 4,600 on it's south face.

[The alleged smoking gun on Mt. Ararat - Also known as a geological formation called an 'anticline']
Cited coordinates:
Latitude: 39° 41' 59.99" N
Longitude: 44° 16' 60.00" E
Elevation: 2.8 miles above sea level (14,784)

[The location on Google Earth]
The Diatribe
Why this pisses me off every time Google decides to make me aware of it: there is not enough water on Earth to raise the sea level to even the base let alone above 14,000 feet. ANYWHERE ON THE MOUNTAIN Is preposterous. Even ANYWHERE NEAR that mountain is ridiculous. Even a spot down near 5000 feet of elevation is still a retarded suggestion.
Using topographical data, and assuming all the possible water on earth was somehow in liquid form for just over a month, the closest place with the correct high water mark (of 240 feet) is at the periphery of an endorheic rift basin along the transformation fault boundary of the Anatolian and Arabian plates in Azerbaijan. (See San Andreas & Salton Sink for other example)
Trying to confirm bias based on the words of writers over 3000 years ago makes you stupid, and that's all there is to it. And if the these are "scientists", I am a demigod.
"Gee, this rock looks like something, I think."
Does it register? Or does the bible in one hand completely cancel the part of the brain with logic?
This could've been the end, but I didn't want to stop there. So I went and took all the water from other objects.
Still, earth's volume with all Europa's water only equals 260,563,861,297. It increases the diameter of Earth by roughly 4.4 miles.
Assuming equal spread across the surface (not factoring in land gradients) I arrive at 11,500 feet of additional elevation in water from Europa.
* I calculated this by adding the volume of Europa's water isolated to earth's total volume and figuring out the change in radius. Which was only 2.2 miles.
So all the water on earth, and all of Europa's 40-100 mile deep oceans (containing almost 3x the amount of water on earth) will only raise the sea level to around 11,800 feet of elevation.
I'm gonna need a bigger Europa.
This is a bullshit recycled story reposted to oblivion and it is still fucking sad.
Extra: How many Europas would you need to validate the movie Waterworld?
Approximately 2.5.
Demons Pray Angel's SIN - Interview with Zach Black

the far left is the most racist thing to exist in the modern age. This is Easy to explain. The left, in the entire short span of their history have promoted racism as an end to it's means. But this problem goes much farther than just divide and counquer. We also need to understand who is being divided, and who is being conquered. It's used differently in every scenario where it comes into play, because communism(all far left is communism) itself is a multi national movement and must be presented differently. Comunism operates on a philosophy called group think. Step one is identify a group that has less power/representation in the target nation. Step two, target these groups and tell them they are being oporessed and should fight back against whoever currently holds power in the target nation.
step 3 is the scariest:
Replace current government with a leftist government, and execute all the revolutionaries and rule with an iron fist. sounds like real freindly people.
In the US, current target of leftist propaganda is POC and women.
The deep want to "put those naughty boys in their place" comes actually from primal motherhood instincts, and has much more little to do with how men treat women later in adulthood. That's why, a man can be kind and respectful to a woman, and still get constantly shit tested and bullied by a leftist woman. It's a primal urge for dominance and not cooperation, that's achieved through teaching them to view masculine men as dangerous threatening and stupid little boys.
The appeal to POC is much simpler and easier to understand. "see that whitey with all that money and power?!". After this remind the target about the rocky history of POC with whites ommiting every positive aspect of it. It takes a very smart and humble person to resist this. Building up a false sense of persecution with the media and constantly pushing racism is how you do this. Whites are made to look nerdy and backwards, and untrustworthy to POC in movies and TV. It's truly terrifying and racist to a degree I thought was impossible until I read it. I bet all the white girls dumping their boyfreinds right now are netflix customers all. The simple question is does right wing politics present a viable answer to this? the answer is a resounding NO.
The traditionalist right wing narrative applys to a more simple time. That's the short answer. It's not equipped to deal with, nor defeat the communist menace. So far the most they have done is made themselves look like racist idiots.
The answer lies in appealing to people's better nature. That, and selling the product of a clean, safe, fun, and sane way of life with few rules and more room to grow. The idea of personal freedom of thought and speech is always the best way to counter communist propaganda. The reader will likely go in search of answer and realize capitalism, and communism, are pure lunacy.
I encourage to do your own fear mongering. they do it, why not you? everyone that unsubscribes to the radical left and goes somewhere else is a victory. Tell them "look at scandinavia, they made good changes without all this thought policing!" because although worldwar 2 certainly helped their mental clarity these countries made these changes because of the horrors happening right next door in the soviet union. people were defecting and telling horror stories. It isn't all that hard to figure out.
So the question is this, have you gone? If not, why? If you have, why and what happened when you went?