demonicvanguard
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There are a couple of things about this post that concern me: I acknowledge that there are many things in the life of a Satanist that are placed there for edification as well as to prepare us for the road that lies ahead. My problem with this post is that it assumes that this sort of caustic contact with "grays" is inevitable and the experiences will also be dire in nature. Some of us old timers, who have been dedicated for more than a decade/s, were forced to wade through all the filthy ilk of the RHP in order to separate the wheat from chafe. For even though much of the information was corrupt some of the formulas remained intact and could therefore be reworked through the guidance of Father and the demons. . Sometimes this work was very slow and painstaking, but the rewards were very much worth the effort and now we are starting to see the fruits of our labors. Even with this powerful cloud of witnesses, we were still subject to covering our own asses via protective and banishing rituals. But I digress
I mean no disrespect to the author of this post, but I fail to see what can be gleaned from this other than one must protect his/herself, both astrally and physically, otherwise the foulest of denizens pour through the holes in our defenses. Also if someone new to Satanism were to read these posts, I think they would recoil in fear and run back to where they came no matter how bad it is or was. For what could be worse than having tubes shoved into every crevice and orifice of your body by lizard pond scum? I think posts like these tend to empower the enemy as well as subject new Satanists too much unneeded negative guided imagery. In the beginning of our Satanic careers truth is exposed to us as we seek knowledge and master magical undertakings
thus the truth for one individual may not be the same as another. Failure to realize this produces satanic orthodoxy and from this is spawned all matter of nasty and vile shit! In closing: I do not deny the sincere writing and experience of the author of this post. Experiences are most often subjective and not necessarily typical for every practitioner
This goes for my posts as well. HS, Invoke often, marcus
--- In [email protected], "starmithril" <starmithril@... wrote:
For the first time, I heard the voices of the enemies Greys last night.
They violently shoved more tubes into me, right through the bones of my legs, my skull, my nose. Like fluids aren't enough, now they are sucking out bone marrow too.
Those disgusting space chimps, I tried blasting their chest with fire, with ice, with the cold of the Abyss. They were prepared. They actually resisted and stopped me. Nothing happened. They just took a step back. Since they can somehow move through physical material, they all huddled close to me. One of them, expressionless and flat, turned his ugly big rat eyes an inch away from my face.
Mind you, I am covered with three different blankets, and I like to hold a pillow while I sleep. Yet they shoved a fat tube, fatter then my closed fist, right into the centre of my chest. And I felt them rummaging around for my ova and ovaries too.
So it's come to this.
I tried fighting them. I had been talking to Lord Enlil, then Father Satan.
I get upset, and I fight them with words:
"Parasitic, ugly, pathetic creatures." I start to laugh, pity and scorn in my voice and eyes. "You and your masters will be dust. You will be erased from memories, and will no longer cease anymore in the universe, in this or any other. Pathetic, parasitic, you have no mind. You are dead already, you just don't know it yet. Dead, even as you stand. I know you understand me. Words are not needed to be understood as intentions are. Ugly, frail creatures. Send my love to your masters, you ugly space rats. Fuck you. Fuck you!"
They actually stopped, and stared at me, really looked at me, for the first time.
As I turn away, and try to go to sleep, I am assailed with thoughts, none of it mine.
...."why don't you go to church church church church church church you should go to church church church the church church church needs you go church church church...." and I was not aware of this medium, smooth toned voice until of the Kindly Ones bit me on my right index finger, waking me up, alerting me.
....."resist pathetic resist resist resist resist weak pathetic resist resist resist resist resist resist resist"...
came the same voice again, as I try to sleep.
I am wakened by another one of my Guardians on the left side.
So this is their tactic.
"So weak," I had said to the Greys. "So weak, you have to now resort to subliminal means and these thoughts to *attack* me? Do you really think you'll be successful in carrying me onto your ships? Do you think draining me and killing me is going to stop what is to come?
You've LOST. Father has WON."
They must have gotten madder, because the entire room was changed, it seemed, when the white-blue blast of light came from beside me, above me, when Lord Andromalius and the Gods kept me from being carried off.
Good. Let them pour in. Let them crash upon me like a rain of arrows.
They will DIE, every one of them, and cease to be. Now and always.
Good. Now I know another of those enemy tactics.
They get you while you sleep, putting thoughts into your mind, to get into your subconscious.
Put Protective barriers around yourself while you sleep.
And any thoughts of letting go, of giving up, of wondering about your love and allegiance to Father Satan and the Gods, is FROM THE ENEMY.
When you fight back, the attacks escalate. That's to be expected.
When you fight back, the enemy gets angrier. Good.
When you fight back, you learn what you have to improve upon yourself to become stronger, and more efficient in fighting back.
And you learn what you are made of, as well as what the enemy is capable of.
You know you are stronger then the enemy because Father Satan and the Gods is with you.
Because They have taught and guided you and encouraged you how to be stronger.
Do not underestimate yourself. That's what the enemy wants.
So I got resistance. That's fine. I have to step it up now, that's all.
I woke up today, and everything was okay. My humble gratitude goes to Father and to the Gods, for saving me again.
Hail Father Satan, True Creator God and Souvereign of Hell!
Hail Lord Beezulbul, Lord of Lords, Lord of the High House!
Hail Lord Andromalius, Great Earl and Protective God, Loving Friend!
Hail Lady Astaroth, Goddess of Goddesses, Light of the World!
Hail to all the True Gods of Hell!
Hail to all Demons and Demonesses Under Father!
Hail to all Satanic Brothers and Sisters!