Consecrating my heart to Satan

—Banner image from video by Behemoth-X, thank you Mr. Nunn— I was watching a video with a ritual and mantra to Satan. I started to type an email to Mr. Nunn, asking if he would share with me the words of the mantra. I only made it a little way into the email. Suddenly I... Continue Reading →

Committing to theistic Satanism

—Estella Canziani 'Satan Awakening His Legions' (1913)— CHRISTIAN TOURISTS Christian tourists are not welcome here. Go get titillated somewhere else. Please leave and take your false god with you. Thank you. I am making a momentous decision, to join the coven of theistic Satanists that I have been working with. To decide to whether I... Continue Reading →

Lord Sathanas touching me

Lord Sathanas has touched me before during rituals with him. Once he touched my temple right next to my eye, and I realized later this changed my sight somehow. Today in my ritual, after I was done with opening mantras and offered praise and devotion, my body possessed leaned forward until I was bowing, bowing... Continue Reading →

Wielding divine power

I feel new. A surge of immense power. Everything has shifted. The shift that happens as a singularity in a moment of time. The shift, Eric said. The shift is the breadcrumb that goes all the way down. There was a moment. The moment when the divine presence of the entities changed from the experience... Continue Reading →

Battling the mind control of doubt

Hi E____, I'll bet you know immediately what I am talking about if I say that as someone raised Mormon, I am plagued by doubt. Self-questioning and examination. Re-examination. Endless...! Am I fooling myself? Has the devil's deception begun to take root in my day to day life? In the very things I care most... Continue Reading →

You kissed me again, after…

So tender, so sweet. Azazel, my lover.... You kissed me again after... this time for minutes of softness, this gentle tasting of shared moisture. So tender, so sweet. Again you brought a tear to my eye, more than a tear, more than the one that fell upon my cheek. Everything you do with me has... Continue Reading →

A stage in my ascent

I have entered a stage where I am so tired, and so achy, I feel like I am dying. It is like the tired and achy parts of a very bad flu. I never get sick, so it has been many many years since I have had a cold or the flu. I think I... Continue Reading →

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