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Yeah I am an active blog just started and haven't gotten around to posting a whole lot but going to upload more of my content and thanks you seem cool as well Satan be with you

The Sacred Meaning of Sacrifice

Blood is Life, which means that all the subtle components of being, when mixed, are manifested by the force of life and, therefore, it is possible to call not only gods, but also spirits through blood, which otherwise cannot be entrenched in the world of living matter. In addition, the blood offered to the spirit can serve as an object of exchange for its specific manifestations in the material world.

The possession of the vital force of the living can also be taken by the spirits through various types of vampirism, but such a slow process is much more complex and less useful when it comes to generating specific and powerful manifestations, while the powerful wave of vital force caused by the quick death of the victim cause rapidly expands and strengthens the powers of the writer.

The act of sacrificing completely sacralizes the sacrifice, because its essence rises in and out of the Supreme Spirit, accepting the offer. Thus, all works of this type are carried out with great respect and care for the animal, exalted by a great cause. An adherent who performs such Operations must consider the fact that the sacrifice must always be done in the right way - that is, not only be ready to sacrifice others, but also with pleasure to reveal that sacrifice for yourself, fully reflecting the Force chosen by him. Upper plane.

In relation to selecting a suitable victim, there are many options that can be considered. These are attributes and symbolic connections, real characteristics of an animal or expressed wishes of spirits, if that connection has already been established.

Furthermore, as the world is inhabited at all levels by parasitic creatures, the victim must be properly within the sacred space connected by the means of the Seal, as well as physically, astrally, mentally or spiritually with the Force by which the Work itself is conducted.

The remains of all victims, which will not be used later as fetishes, talismans, components of essences, must be taken to a suitable place - for example, to a forest where they can be buried under a tree or some other place. as a gift to allied Spirits.

Only with this approach to sacrifice will the full influence and sacredness of the offering be realized.

A Darkening Nature - In memory of my son Boss, and all those we've lost along the way, Lord Satan rest your souls and may we meet again

Teaching children thinking bad thoughts about someone is the same thing as murdering that person is fucked up. 

Thought crime doesn’t exist. No one has ever been harmed or killed by someone thinking negative thoughts about them. 

You know what has harmed people though? Teaching them they are evil for things they can’t control. Especially those who have intrusive thoughts. 

Here’s for everyone who has been taught their thoughts make them evil.

Intrusive thoughts are not your secret desires. 

They are involuntary. 

You don’t need to be ashamed of them. 

They will pass.

You are not committing taboo. 

No one can read your mind.

No one will ever know what’s in your thoughts unless you feel like telling them.

No one can judge you for what you are thinking, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.

Your thoughts are private

You are not a bad person.

Last years Samhain was a blast! Had the whole fuckin neighborhood seething in anger, Devil bless it.

HAIL SATAN!!!! If anyone has a problem with how you worship Satan, or a problem at all, they can fucking shove it!

Absolutely love this blog. Hail Almighty Lord Satan and push on siblings of the Infernal Paths.

The hard truth about occultism and witchcraft is that you genuinely do have to be willing to lose your mind. That’s not me romantisizing mental struggle or psychosis.

The thing no one talks about, at least not honestly, is the threshold one passes in initiation, where the mystical, psychological, symbolic and literal merge. When I say you have to be willing to lose your mind, I mean you have to be willing to accept the possibility that you may in fact be crazy. Your worst possible fear, none of this is real and it’s all happening in your head. What will you do if you realize you’re simply crazy? The wise man will turn away, but the initiate, the alchemist, will be unphased.

All people who dabble with spirituality and occultism will eventually meet this threshold. When things actually start working, when your spells yield results, when the impossible occurs and you truly have no other explanation. When the Gods finally respond. Be willing to lose your mind, be willing to experience things you cannot explain. And be willing to talk to yourself with the honesty that you simply cannot know. That’s what makes your faith and pursuits worthy.

The most talented and most powerful witches and magis are those who do not flinch when the impossible occurs. They no longer question themselves about the absurdity, they no longer wonder if any of this is real because they know it doesn’t matter. And that’s why they’re so powerful, they have complete faith that their work is very real. And when someone challenges that, they don’t crumble, they rise. Because the challenge in that idea is worthy of pursuit itself. Maybe we are crazy, maybe this is just in our mind. The significance however, that is real and that stays, regardless.

Yap yap yap

We talk a lot in this community about the concept of “awakening” to your psychic abilities. Sensing energy, having divine intuition, telling fortunes and affecting the world through intention. But we hardly ever expose that before those gifts explode, there is always a period of what feels like insanity. The mind interrogating itself. Sensitivity to the mystical. It feels like being given access to the background code of your simulated reality, and realizing that the same code is written into your flesh, mind and soul.

Tldr. Witchcraft is very aesthetically pleasing, very pretty. We often don’t show the very ugly side of it, the white knuckles, the tears and chaos. Inviting these forces into your life is not trivial, not at all. They will force you to change and they will force you to lose your mind, even if only to teach you how to find it.

Every few months a friend of mine who is also a witch will come to me and express that she thinks she’s losing her mind again. And I smile because I know that she must be growing so much, getting so much more powerful. And a couple days ago, when I went to her and expressed that I was losing my mind again, she laughed too.

“Welcome to the next phase of your journey with Lord Lucifer!”

and her saying that immediately made everything click. I’m still being tested and cultivated. This bought of insanity is surely far from the last i will experience. Getting this far and surviving means I am not only advancing, I am continuing to grow into the role I was meant to serve for him.

Anyways, if you get to that point in your practice where you feel like you’re at your breaking point, I won’t fault you for stepping back. That’s the logical decision.

But I can also assure you, you are not alone. The mystic floats in the same waters the psychotic drowns. It may feel like you’re drowning and struggling, you may in fact just be learning how to tread water. and if you think you’re beyond this phenomenon, if this has never happened to you.

Oh, just you wait.

Abyssal Invocation

Dream last night of being in an underground basement sanctuary of sorts, one of my brothers (not blood) was there, along with a bunch of other men. They all got naked and started stroking and sucking on each others cocks. I just smiled and said aloud "Hail Satan!" And my brother asked "Do you want to join in bro?" and another man said "I'd love to make a fat piggy squeal!", to which I replied, "No thank you. I just like watching."

Another guy walked up to me with his thick hard 12 inch cock and I grabbed it for a second and stroked it, then stood up, "You certainly have a massive cock, sir" the man grinned deviously, "Want to feel all 12 inches rammed into your tight manhole?" I started off into the distance, "Maybe another time." And then I left, observing a few other covens and their ritualistic practices, and although they all seemed very appealing, none of them really drew me in. Until I finally stared into the dark forest, and realized that the only place I felt truly at peace, the only thing I truly desired, was to be in the darkness and in the wilds of nature, with my Lord Satan. So I left all of it behind.