Sisters and Brothers,
As All Hallows’ Eve approaches, our coven prepares for the celebration as we do every year. We prepare the Sanctum for the ritual which not only objectifies Satan and the Hosts of Hell, but also allows the new initiates the opportunity to formally join the other coven members for the first time since initiation in September. This year, we have welcomed 6 new members into our growing covens. We all come together on the unholy night when the veil is thin and the threshold is transversed with evil.
We prepare our altar with respectful sentiment and praise her devotion to our craft. On the night to come, she will freely give of her spirit and body, creating intoxicating evil power for the entire coven. She is to be exalted as the wicked and blasphemous mother, extending her desire to culminate in profane lust and satisfaction. It is her energy which opens the door and it is the invitation to devour the light, replacing with His truth and eternal darkness which has opened our eyes. She is the fountain of Satanic Blessings and we shall partake deeply of her impíos energy. Our new brothers and sisters begin their journey from Acolytes to proficient Satanists.
From the cloak of outer darkness, the energy has always required the symbol of devotion and the contortion of “self” into the overall group. For generations, sacrifice has been required to achieve the higher Satanic processes. The blood lines of the coven serve the Master in the continuance of tradition and prerequisite; His influence and guidance deeply engrained within the fabric of the coven. As blood is life, so is the vital application during certain magical processes. From vein to chalice, every drop used in the ancient methodologies; the scrolls of light and truth leading as the congregation hangs upon each and every spoken word. The sinister chant fills the chasm with energy and floods the Sanctum with every desire of our species. This is the night of bold indulgence, not hypocritical restraint. Our deeply seated natural instincts are released and those thoughts of the mind are made manifest to roam the Satanic Sanctum. We bathe in the glory of Satan and renew with zealous devotion our carnal desires; all things human and the flesh no longer denied.
Candles glowing, illuminating the pentagram and the stone of wisdom with warmth and enticement. Flowing robes of satin and silver chains under hoods of black in shimmering focus cutting through the night. I love the mood of the Sanctum; either within walls or under the sky full of stars. Breath forms a vapor mingling as black candles are spent. Lucifer awaits quietly to pour the blessings of Hell upon those gathered. We seek and find the true bedrock and feel the claws of His realm. Open the door and call forth the darkness and it obeys our voices. “Lords of the deep, from spire to grave, come to fulfill our needs on a night so divinely evil.” We give and take as ebb and flow of dynamic energy from the deepest recesses of earth form and build.
Those who come shall surely be satisfied as desire overwhelms our senses. So above as so below when the sacred athame, blessed in her womb, separates the skin and vessels. Enter night and bind with and without all that is diabolical and damnable under the canopy of His world. So devilish and demoniacal are the impulses yielding unfathomable acts of Satanic satisfaction. Demons roam our earth and fill our spirits with hate and lust. We trample the holy and self-absolved; the symbols of restraint dashed upon the Sanctum floor. We eat of forbidden fruit and savor each taste, searching wildly for more. With nails of the tree we hammer deeply into the flesh. There is no shame for our victor favors the Lord of Flies. It is our turn to become drunken on the blood of the hypocrites! We answer to one (and only one) deity, Sathanas.
One quickly learns how satisfying pain can be to the practitioner. Such feelings of inescapable desperation are rich with energy delivering a heightened awareness only reached through the provision of resistance. Both body and blood selfishly guarded until reality ushers the finality of the act. Voluntarily offered sacrifice yields one level of awareness and yet the involuntary harvesting of energy provides a profound malevolence. Reaching deep inside the “self” produces the greatest intensity of Satanic energy. The Rootworkers of black magic have practiced these ancient arts for generations.
The benefit of rituals can often be felt for weeks after the event. Some become “addicted” to the rush of energy and the pursuit thereof is similar to the craving of a drug addict. While Satanism promotes indulgence, Satanists must also understand the physical laws of our 3 dimensions. If you smoke three packs of cigarettes per day, you may die of cancer; if you eat fatty foods every meal, you may have a heart attack or stroke. Too much of a ‘good thing’ is more than our fragile skin and bones can withstand. These laws are immutable because we have a “shelf life”. We are dying from the moment we are born.
In the virgin fields, Satanic seeds are planted which will grow. The sweet harvest will warm the stone and fill the air with spender and dominance for the coming generation. The youth are empowered with knowledge and groomed to replace old Satanists such as myself. Satan’s guidance will provide opportunities only dreamt of by my generation. There are those who will carry our traditions forward as the beacon of survival. I look into their eyes and know the future is in capable hands and the survival spirit is deep within their hearts. Satan will lead them into His coming age. Praise Sathanas! Praise Lucifer!
I wish you the very best results from your magical workings. Satanic Blessings for your Satanic rituals on All Hallows’ Eve 2017! Satanas vobiscum. Palas aron ozinomas Geheamel cla orlay Baske bano tudan donas Berec he pantaras tay.
Until next time,