Re: My story

[mahaga10]

The name Demons refers to friendly Nordics, tall fair-skinned blue eyed extraterrestrials who are also our Pagan Gods. There're not Demons not under Satan as this is a title given to them by their enemies. The enemy nordics are called Angels.

*sigh* Your story has so many flaws I don't know how to start.

1)You assuming that incubus is something that is made for sex only, no this isn't the case. Its a normal God/Demon that acts as a lover towards a man/woman.

2)You also assume that an incubus is always straight. Again, most Gods/Demons that act as incubi are bisexual, and some of them are gay. Indeed, I've heard of many gay Satanists that have an Incubus. This wasn't even a problem with humans before xianity, most humans were bisexuals. They don't have problems nor do they feel any urge to have sex with someone, just like a human that doesn't want to have sex with someone at the time they see. Remember the Gods/Demons are our creators, and they look like us, they've created us in their image.

3)You probably picked up the name legion from the buybull and used it. Its a common thing for people to do that. The funny thing is that you and others don't understand, Legion refers to a group of sub-Gods governed by a God not a single being!!Even in their buybull says "my name is legion because we're many" got it?

4)Again, you get turned into a God/Demon when you reach Godhead. It is done with your meditations and magnum opus. If you are a Demon it means you've gained immoratlity and can't age. If you age it means you're still a human, no matter what you think your astral body is. Remember, Demons are immortal extraterrestrials with physical bodies that were 10k years ago on earth and impregnated human women, that's how the aryan race came to be and looks like Them. They aren't monsters, but very beautiful beings.

5)LOL no deal, you believe in the "bite me and i'll become a vampire thing" that was invented in middle ages by xian inquisitors, so more in the astral! Even if there was such thing in the astral, one doesn't need to come closer to sb else, they can do it through the mind's powers.

6)It doesn't matter what you do in the astral, you could do everything, that's why its called astral. You can form your astral body in anyway you please using your willpower. I can turn myself into a wolf and howl all the time, astral shapeshifting is easy.

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@... wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

[mahaga10]

I also think you don't have a clear idea what the Demons are and what true Satanism is. You must think that it is the xian propaganda and lies that our Gods are "evil" and blood thirsty and thinking about sex all the time. Its obvious when you said you wanted to become a Demon or a Vampire. Our original Pagan Gods known as Demons and Enki (Satan) have nothing to do with this filth, they are nice and friendly and beautiful beings!!In fact both psychic and sanguine vampires are of the enemy. Enemy angels are psychic vampires and kikes are sanguine vampires since they drink gentile children's blood in their passover. Satan does NOT want parasites, thats why He teaches us Power Meditations to unlock our psychic powers instead of kike parasitical magick. Psychic vampires are NOT allowed in real Satanic covens. Look up the coven rules here:

http://www.angelfire.com/empire/serpent ... Coven.html

and see what the Demons really are here:

http://www.angelfire.com/empire/serpent ... aemon.html
http://www.angelfire.com/empire/serpentis666/ABOUT.html

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@... wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

[Jeff Tielke]

Ok to answer your questions in order:
"Demons" not under father are enemy nordics called angels
Half breeds and hybrids have naturally more astral senses, but are not supermen.
Vamps: the blood sucking bat thing - no. Someone able to drain life force thru their aura - yes.
As for were-beasts and shape shifters, if u go into the astral and soul soul changes to that of a wolf or dragon then that would apply, this isn't harry potter.
What is truly human? We were created in the likeness of father. We are individuals. We can't be summed up in a single word.
As for proofand believing people I have a saying I go by: believe nothing you hear and half of what you see. You say you are a berserker. I say ok. If that's what you believe you are so be it. To me a berserker is someone with the ability to block out all pain sadness and emotion and focus on something, usually beating someone to a pulp in blind rage. I've met a few like that. Not very comfortable to be around, since there always itching for a fight and will pick anything to fight about. So I suppose my answer would be that I would steer clear of you, you could cause me problems.
Ps   Learn some self control as well. This hunger could become a very big problem. As for becoming a demon, the objective of all of us spiritual satanists is to grow strong and reach god head, as in to become like the gods ourselves. Don't lose yourself and remember who you are. When in doubt ask father. 
Now this post has likely pissed you off to no end. You asked questions and I answered honestly. That's that.

Hail Satan!Hail Buer!
Sent from my iPhone

On Aug 2, 2010, at 20:43, "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@... wrote:

  Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

[mahaga10]

Berserker=Norse Viking warrior, nothing to do with the astral. Me thinks you're neither an incubus nor a berserker, you're just putting this to attract women or imagined the whole thing or and enemy entity impersonated someone and attacked and harmed you somehow. Read my previous msgs for explanation. There's also no "hunger" in Demons whether incubi or anything else. Its the enemy greys/other parasites that have is which is more evidence for enemy entity.

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@... wrote:

Your reply has not angered me, so dont worry about that.
I do have self control, but my Hunger grows stronger each day.
I'm more Incubus than I am a Berserker, really. I havent raged for a very long time, but, yes, I am always itching for a fight. An excuse, as it were, to let go and attack.

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Jeff Tielke <jefftielke@ wrote:

Ok to answer your questions in order:

"Demons" not under father are enemy nordics called angels

Half breeds and hybrids have naturally more astral senses, but are not supermen.

Vamps: the blood sucking bat thing - no. Someone able to drain life force thru their aura - yes.

As for were-beasts and shape shifters, if u go into the astral and soul soul changes to that of a wolf or dragon then that would apply, this isn't harry potter.

What is truly human? We were created in the likeness of father. We are individuals. We can't be summed up in a single word.

As for proofand believing people I have a saying I go by: believe nothing you hear and half of what you see. You say you are a berserker. I say ok. If that's what you believe you are so be it. To me a berserker is someone with the ability to block out all pain sadness and emotion and focus on something, usually beating someone to a pulp in blind rage. I've met a few like that. Not very comfortable to be around, since there always itching for a fight and will pick anything to fight about. So I suppose my answer would be that I would steer clear of you, you could cause me problems.

Ps Learn some self control as well. This hunger could become a very big problem. As for becoming a demon, the objective of all of us spiritual satanists is to grow strong and reach god head, as in to become like the gods ourselves. Don't lose yourself and remember who you are. When in doubt ask father.

Now this post has likely pissed you off to no end. You asked questions and I answered honestly. That's that.

Hail Satan!
Hail Buer!

Sent from my iPhone

On Aug 2, 2010, at 20:43, "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@ wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

[Lily]

I feel an almost overwhelming need to share my own story, maybe to help encourage others, but also in wanting to reach out to my brothers and sisters in Satan. I've been a member of the JOS groups for several years now, and while I've posted here and there, I haven't really been as active in the groups as I could've/should've been. I've come to a point in my life where I can no longer simply stand on the sidelines.
When I was a little kid, my family moved up into the rural mountains of Pennsylvania. Almost immediately, my dad started forcing his religion on me. He's a jehovah's witness, and to this day tries to reason that he didn't force his religion on me, that I willingly went along with it. What four year old would even begin to understand choosing such a thing? I remember going to the kingdom hall every Sunday, being forced to read the bible, being forced to read the watch towers, always say grace before a meal, always pray before bed, etc. Often my dad would tell me if I didn't read his books, I would get my toys or whatever "privileges" taken away from me. I remember eventually being so deluded by my father that I often took the bible to school with me. Holidays, birthdays, they were nonexistent. In school, kids would ask me why I didn't celebrate the holidays, or why I didn't get birthdays, etc. It was very hard to deal with as a kid, because I wanted to celebrate the holidays, I wanted to celebrate my birthday, or go to other kid's birthday parties. And yet my father didn't allow any of it because he didn't believe in those things. 
I forget when exactly, but we thankfully stopped going to the kingdom hall eventually. I think it was probably about two or so years after my little brother was born (so probably 7-8ish). I pretty much became an atheist at that point. I didn't want to believe in anything, or anyone. Jehovah's witness made no sense to me, and never felt right for me. "God" didn't make sense to me either.
After my brother was born, though, I was pretty much pushed away by my parents. I understand that usually the older kids get less attention when a younger sibling is born, but to be flat out pushed away like I was, no kid should have to go through that. I was forced very quickly to grow up and be very independent. It was difficult though, and I literally had no one I could truly count on from about 5 and a half til 16-17. I had very few friends in school, no one at home, no one my age in my neighborhood.
I think I was about 8, though, when I became really good friends with the neighbor's daughter that lived right up the road from me. She was five years older than me, and we did everything together. Until she started sexually abusing me. I never told anyone at the time, because I didn't think anyone would believe me. I ended up blocking it out for years, and it really messed me up later on.
I pretended everything was good. And up til I hit middle school, everything kinda was okay for the most part. Then the depression started. Didn't know why, didn't understand it. It started gradually, and I tried my best to hide it because I didn't want to worry anyone. When I was 11, in the early morning of December 26th, we lost our entire house in a fire. Everything. There was no evidence of a second floor, where my mother's bedroom, my brother's bedroom, and my bedroom had been. We were so lucky that my entire family made it out of the house. 2-3 more minutes in that house, and we would've all died that morning. I don't want to say that my depression got worse because of that, but I don't think it helped any. 
When I was 12, nearly 13, I found JOS. I had been interested in wicca for a year or two before that, but it didn't really click for me. I spent months pouring over JOS, reading everything I could, making sure I understood everything. I remember asking Father Satan if he could give me some sort of sign that he was really out there, and there was just this warm loving energy that surrounded me. That was what made me certain. I truly felt like I was coming home for the first time in my life. 
I dedicated the summer after my 13th birthday, and I felt so good for the first time in years. I was consistent in my meditations for a good few months, and I just remember feeling so good about myself, and how things were finally turning around for me. Then I stopped meditating. I don't know why, I don't remember what caused me to stop, all I know is my depression worsened tenfold. I was lost. I started having problems with anxiety, constant panic attacks, constant suicidal thoughts. I had major issues with my body, with myself. I couldn't handle leaving my house, couldn't handle being touched, being around people.
I stopped going to school, so much so I got held back a grade. Not because I couldn't do the work, but because I couldn't stand being in school. I went through therapy, countless medications, nothing worked. I became very self-abusive, very hateful towards myself. It's a bit of a blur to look back on, because I was that messed up. Day in, day out, same shit, every day. It was an awful way to live, and I just seemed to get worse and worse. I was placed in a partial program in school after I nearly got held back a grade again, and through that, I was able to gain some control over my disorders. Once I left the program though, I took a step backwards and spiraled back into depression. I tried to do mainstream school, but stopped going to school once again. A few months later, fed up, depressed, lost, and absolutely at my wits ends, I tried running away. In doing so, my aunt decided to take me in, knowing I couldn't take living where I was, and couldn't live like I was anymore. I was 16, nearly 17 at the time. My parents didn't have any clue how to deal with me, how to help me, how to be parents for me. Even now, three years later, they don't really have anything to do with me. They call every few months, send money every now and then, visit maybe once a year, that's about it. 
Being removed from that environment, though, being able to finally get away, helped me to get a bearing on myself. I got better for a while, managed to overcome a lot of shit holding me back. In the past year or so though, my depression, the anxiety, a lot of it has been coming back, which is really difficult to deal with. 
I've tried many times over the years to return to my meditations, to strengthen my relationship with Father Satan...only to get knocked back down into my depression. It's been rough. I've made it so far from where I was, though. I've been holding myself together as best I can because I can't go back to the depression, the panic attacks, the self-abuse. I can't live like that, I don't want to live like that.  
Though, I look back on my life now, and I can see that I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't gone through all of what I did. This life I've lead has made me so much stronger now. Even though it's been 6 years since I dedicated, I still feel the same love and passion for Father Satan and the gods. And I am in a position in my life where I don't have anyone or anything standing in the way of my advancement - only myself. I'm choosing to stand strong and not give up or let anyone or anything get in my way. I've been meditating daily and I'm determined to advance myself as much as I possibly can in this life and become a warrior for Father Satan. I refuse to stand on the sidelines anymore. This is our time. We all have to be strong, united, and never give up on the fight for our future. 
I welcome anyone wanting to chat to message me, I would love to get to know my brothers and sisters in Satan more.  
Hail Satan!-Lily

 

[scornedhero666]

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Lily <dolliesque@... wrote:

I feel an almost overwhelming need to share my own story, maybe to help
encourage others, but also in wanting to reach out to my brothers and
sisters in Satan. I've been a member of the JOS groups for several years
now, and while I've posted here and there, I haven't really been as active
in the groups as I could've/should've been. I've come to a point in my life
where I can no longer simply stand on the sidelines.

When I was a little kid, my family moved up into the rural mountains of
Pennsylvania. Almost immediately, my dad started forcing his religion on
me. He's a jehovah's witness, and to this day tries to reason that he
didn't force his religion on me, that I willingly went along with it. What
four year old would even begin to understand choosing such a thing? I
remember going to the kingdom hall every Sunday, being forced to read the
bible, being forced to read the watch towers, always say grace before a
meal, always pray before bed, etc. Often my dad would tell me if I didn't
read his books, I would get my toys or whatever "privileges" taken away
from me. I remember eventually being so deluded by my father that I often
took the bible to school with me. Holidays, birthdays, they were
nonexistent. In school, kids would ask me why I didn't celebrate the
holidays, or why I didn't get birthdays, etc. It was very hard to deal with
as a kid, because I wanted to celebrate the holidays, I wanted to celebrate
my birthday, or go to other kid's birthday parties. And yet my father
didn't allow any of it because he didn't believe in those things.

I forget when exactly, but we thankfully stopped going to the kingdom hall
eventually. I think it was probably about two or so years after my little
brother was born (so probably 7-8ish). I pretty much became an atheist at
that point. I didn't want to believe in anything, or anyone. Jehovah's
witness made no sense to me, and never felt right for me. "God" didn't make
sense to me either.

After my brother was born, though, I was pretty much pushed away by my
parents. I understand that usually the older kids get less attention when a
younger sibling is born, but to be flat out pushed away like I was, no kid
should have to go through that. I was forced very quickly to grow up and be
very independent. It was difficult though, and I literally had no one I
could truly count on from about 5 and a half til 16-17. I had very few
friends in school, no one at home, no one my age in my neighborhood.

I think I was about 8, though, when I became really good friends with the
neighbor's daughter that lived right up the road from me. She was five
years older than me, and we did everything together. Until she started
sexually abusing me. I never told anyone at the time, because I didn't
think anyone would believe me. I ended up blocking it out for years, and it
really messed me up later on.

I pretended everything was good. And up til I hit middle school, everything
kinda was okay for the most part. Then the depression started. Didn't know
why, didn't understand it. It started gradually, and I tried my best to
hide it because I didn't want to worry anyone. When I was 11, in the early
morning of December 26th, we lost our entire house in a fire. Everything.
There was no evidence of a second floor, where my mother's bedroom, my
brother's bedroom, and my bedroom had been. We were so lucky that my entire
family made it out of the house. 2-3 more minutes in that house, and we
would've all died that morning. I don't want to say that my depression got
worse because of that, but I don't think it helped any.

When I was 12, nearly 13, I found JOS. I had been interested in wicca for a
year or two before that, but it didn't really click for me. I spent months
pouring over JOS, reading everything I could, making sure I understood
everything. I remember asking Father Satan if he could give me some sort of
sign that he was really out there, and there was just this warm loving
energy that surrounded me. That was what made me certain. I truly felt like
I was coming home for the first time in my life.

I dedicated the summer after my 13th birthday, and I felt so good for the
first time in years. I was consistent in my meditations for a good few
months, and I just remember feeling so good about myself, and how things
were finally turning around for me. Then I stopped meditating. I don't know
why, I don't remember what caused me to stop, all I know is my depression
worsened tenfold. I was lost. I started having problems with anxiety,
constant panic attacks, constant suicidal thoughts. I had major issues with
my body, with myself. I couldn't handle leaving my house, couldn't handle
being touched, being around people.

I stopped going to school, so much so I got held back a grade. Not because
I couldn't do the work, but because I couldn't stand being in school. I
went through therapy, countless medications, nothing worked. I became very
self-abusive, very hateful towards myself. It's a bit of a blur to look
back on, because I was that messed up. Day in, day out, same shit, every
day. It was an awful way to live, and I just seemed to get worse and worse.
I was placed in a partial program in school after I nearly got held back a
grade again, and through that, I was able to gain some control over my
disorders. Once I left the program though, I took a step backwards and
spiraled back into depression. I tried to do mainstream school, but stopped
going to school once again. A few months later, fed up, depressed, lost,
and absolutely at my wits ends, I tried running away. In doing so, my aunt
decided to take me in, knowing I couldn't take living where I was, and
couldn't live like I was anymore. I was 16, nearly 17 at the time. My
parents didn't have any clue how to deal with me, how to help me, how to be
parents for me. Even now, three years later, they don't really have
anything to do with me. They call every few months, send money every now
and then, visit maybe once a year, that's about it.

Being removed from that environment, though, being able to finally get
away, helped me to get a bearing on myself. I got better for a while,
managed to overcome a lot of shit holding me back. In the past year or so
though, my depression, the anxiety, a lot of it has been coming back, which
is really difficult to deal with.

I've tried many times over the years to return to my meditations, to
strengthen my relationship with Father Satan...only to get knocked back
down into my depression. It's been rough. I've made it so far from where I
was, though. I've been holding myself together as best I can because I
can't go back to the depression, the panic attacks, the self-abuse. I can't
live like that, I don't want to live like that.

Though, I look back on my life now, and I can see that I wouldn't be the
person I am today if I hadn't gone through all of what I did. This life
I've lead has made me so much stronger now. Even though it's been 6 years
since I dedicated, I still feel the same love and passion for Father Satan
and the gods. And I am in a position in my life where I don't have anyone
or anything standing in the way of my advancement - only myself. I'm
choosing to stand strong and not give up or let anyone or anything get in
my way. I've been meditating daily and I'm determined to advance myself as
much as I possibly can in this life and become a warrior for Father Satan.
I refuse to stand on the sidelines anymore. This is our time. We all have
to be strong, united, and never give up on the fight for our future.

I welcome anyone wanting to chat to message me, I would love to get to know
my brothers and sisters in Satan more.

Hail Satan!
-Lily

It's nice to hear about you and how you conquered life. I myself am doing much of the same currently was on meds, Psycological counseler and had very severe depression I think we actually might be of the same age around 20 or so and I've been dedicated for four years so far. It's nice to meet you.
Hail Satan,
-Scorned

 

[Brian Gibbons]

Thanks for sharing your story with me Lily,I think it is very encouraging,and shows how we can find Father,even in the most dire circumstances.You are so right,adversity only makes us stronger if we let it.
 Hail Satan Brian  "I will crush Christianity under my boot like a poisonous toad." - Adolf Hitler

From: Lily <dolliesque@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Sunday, January 22, 2012 5:39 PM
Subject: [JoyofSatan666] My story

  I feel an almost overwhelming need to share my own story, maybe to help encourage others, but also in wanting to reach out to my brothers and sisters in Satan. I've been a member of the JOS groups for several years now, and while I've posted here and there, I haven't really been as active in the groups as I could've/should've been. I've come to a point in my life where I can no longer simply stand on the sidelines.
When I was a little kid, my family moved up into the rural mountains of Pennsylvania. Almost immediately, my dad started forcing his religion on me. He's a jehovah's witness, and to this day tries to reason that he didn't force his religion on me, that I willingly went along with it. What four year old would even begin to understand choosing such a thing? I remember going to the kingdom hall every Sunday, being forced to read the bible, being forced to read the watch towers, always say grace before a meal, always pray before bed, etc. Often my dad would tell me if I didn't read his books, I would get my toys or whatever "privileges" taken away from me. I remember eventually being so deluded by my father that I often took the bible to school with me. Holidays, birthdays, they were nonexistent. In school, kids would ask me why I didn't celebrate the holidays, or why I didn't get birthdays, etc. It was very hard to deal with as a kid, because I wanted to celebrate the holidays, I wanted to celebrate my birthday, or go to other kid's birthday parties. And yet my father didn't allow any of it because he didn't believe in those things. 
I forget when exactly, but we thankfully stopped going to the kingdom hall eventually. I think it was probably about two or so years after my little brother was born (so probably 7-8ish). I pretty much became an atheist at that point. I didn't want to believe in anything, or anyone. Jehovah's witness made no sense to me, and never felt right for me. "God" didn't make sense to me either.
After my brother was born, though, I was pretty much pushed away by my parents. I understand that usually the older kids get less attention when a younger sibling is born, but to be flat out pushed away like I was, no kid should have to go through that. I was forced very quickly to grow up and be very independent. It was difficult though, and I literally had no one I could truly count on from about 5 and a half til 16-17. I had very few friends in school, no one at home, no one my age in my neighborhood.
I think I was about 8, though, when I became really good friends with the neighbor's daughter that lived right up the road from me. She was five years older than me, and we did everything together. Until she started sexually abusing me. I never told anyone at the time, because I didn't think anyone would believe me. I ended up blocking it out for years, and it really messed me up later on.
I pretended everything was good. And up til I hit middle school, everything kinda was okay for the most part. Then the depression started. Didn't know why, didn't understand it. It started gradually, and I tried my best to hide it because I didn't want to worry anyone. When I was 11, in the early morning of December 26th, we lost our entire house in a fire. Everything. There was no evidence of a second floor, where my mother's bedroom, my brother's bedroom, and my bedroom had been. We were so lucky that my entire family made it out of the house. 2-3 more minutes in that house, and we would've all died that morning. I don't want to say that my depression got worse because of that, but I don't think it helped any. 
When I was 12, nearly 13, I found JOS. I had been interested in wicca for a year or two before that, but it didn't really click for me. I spent months pouring over JOS, reading everything I could, making sure I understood everything. I remember asking Father Satan if he could give me some sort of sign that he was really out there, and there was just this warm loving energy that surrounded me. That was what made me certain. I truly felt like I was coming home for the first time in my life. 
I dedicated the summer after my 13th birthday, and I felt so good for the first time in years. I was consistent in my meditations for a good few months, and I just remember feeling so good about myself, and how things were finally turning around for me. Then I stopped meditating. I don't know why, I don't remember what caused me to stop, all I know is my depression worsened tenfold. I was lost. I started having problems with anxiety, constant panic attacks, constant suicidal thoughts. I had major issues with my body, with myself. I couldn't handle leaving my house, couldn't handle being touched, being around people.
I stopped going to school, so much so I got held back a grade. Not because I couldn't do the work, but because I couldn't stand being in school. I went through therapy, countless medications, nothing worked. I became very self-abusive, very hateful towards myself. It's a bit of a blur to look back on, because I was that messed up. Day in, day out, same shit, every day. It was an awful way to live, and I just seemed to get worse and worse. I was placed in a partial program in school after I nearly got held back a grade again, and through that, I was able to gain some control over my disorders. Once I left the program though, I took a step backwards and spiraled back into depression. I tried to do mainstream school, but stopped going to school once again. A few months later, fed up, depressed, lost, and absolutely at my wits ends, I tried running away. In doing so, my aunt decided to take me in, knowing I couldn't take living where I was, and couldn't live like I was anymore. I was 16, nearly 17 at the time. My parents didn't have any clue how to deal with me, how to help me, how to be parents for me. Even now, three years later, they don't really have anything to do with me. They call every few months, send money every now and then, visit maybe once a year, that's about it. 
Being removed from that environment, though, being able to finally get away, helped me to get a bearing on myself. I got better for a while, managed to overcome a lot of shit holding me back. In the past year or so though, my depression, the anxiety, a lot of it has been coming back, which is really difficult to deal with. 
I've tried many times over the years to return to my meditations, to strengthen my relationship with Father Satan...only to get knocked back down into my depression. It's been rough. I've made it so far from where I was, though. I've been holding myself together as best I can because I can't go back to the depression, the panic attacks, the self-abuse. I can't live like that, I don't want to live like that.  
Though, I look back on my life now, and I can see that I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't gone through all of what I did. This life I've lead has made me so much stronger now. Even though it's been 6 years since I dedicated, I still feel the same love and passion for Father Satan and the gods. And I am in a position in my life where I don't have anyone or anything standing in the way of my advancement - only myself. I'm choosing to stand strong and not give up or let anyone or anything get in my way. I've been meditating daily and I'm determined to advance myself as much as I possibly can in this life and become a warrior for Father Satan. I refuse to stand on the sidelines anymore. This is our time. We all have to be strong, united, and never give up on the fight for our future. 
I welcome anyone wanting to chat to message me, I would love to get to know my brothers and sisters in Satan more.  
Hail Satan!-Lily

 

[Lily]

I'm glad my story can be encouraging. I'm so happy to have Father Satan in my life, and all my struggles have been worth it in the end because it's made me a stronger fighter for what I believe in.

Hail Satan!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Brian Gibbons <briangibbons20@... wrote:

Thanks for sharing your story with me Lily,I think it is very encouraging,and shows how we can find Father,even in the most dire circumstances.You are so right,adversity only makes us stronger if we let it.

 
Hail Satan
Brian 
"I will crush Christianity under my boot like a poisonous toad." - Adolf Hitler

 

[Lily]

Severe depression is awful. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I'm feeling much better lately, though, and I'm hoping to keep that going. I hope you're doing okay yourself.

I'm 19, actually. I'll be 20 in April. It's nice to meet you too. Hail Satan!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "scornedhero666" <scornedhero666@... wrote:



It's nice to hear about you and how you conquered life. I myself am doing much of the same currently was on meds, Psycological counseler and had very severe depression I think we actually might be of the same age around 20 or so and I've been dedicated for four years so far. It's nice to meet you.
Hail Satan,
-Scorned

 

[Allison P]

Nice to meet you, Lily. Hang in there, and just know that we are
always here for you if you need us, as is Father. Stay strong, Sister!
Hail Father Satan always!

On 1/23/12, Brian Gibbons <briangibbons20@... wrote:
Thanks for sharing your story with me Lily,I think it is very
encouraging,and shows how we can find Father,even in the most dire
circumstances.You are so right,adversity only makes us stronger if we let
it.


Hail Satan
Brian
"I will crush Christianity under my boot like a poisonous toad." - Adolf
Hitler


________________________________
From: Lily <dolliesque@...
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Sunday, January 22, 2012 5:39 PM
Subject: [JoyofSatan666] My story



I feel an almost overwhelming need to share my own story, maybe to help
encourage others, but also in wanting to reach out to my brothers and
sisters in Satan. I've been a member of the JOS groups for several years
now, and while I've posted here and there, I haven't really been as active
in the groups as I could've/should've been. I've come to a point in my
life where I can no longer simply stand on the sidelines.


When I was a little kid, my family moved up into the rural mountains of
Pennsylvania. Almost immediately, my dad started forcing his religion on
me. He's a jehovah's witness, and to this day tries to reason that he
didn't force his religion on me, that I willingly went along with it. What
four year old would even begin to understand choosing such a thing? I
remember going to the kingdom hall every Sunday, being forced to read the
bible, being forced to read the watch towers, always say grace before a
meal, always pray before bed, etc. Often my dad would tell me if I didn't
read his books, I would get my toys or whatever "privileges" taken away
from me. I remember eventually being so deluded by my father that I often
took the bible to school with me. Holidays, birthdays, they were
nonexistent. In school, kids would ask me why I didn't celebrate the
holidays, or why I didn't get birthdays, etc. It was very hard to deal
with as a kid, because I wanted to
celebrate the holidays, I wanted to celebrate my birthday, or go to other
kid's birthday parties. And yet my father didn't allow any of it because he
didn't believe in those things.


I forget when exactly, but we thankfully stopped going to the kingdom hall
eventually. I think it was probably about two or so years after my little
brother was born (so probably 7-8ish). I pretty much became an atheist at
that point. I didn't want to believe in anything, or anyone. Jehovah's
witness made no sense to me, and never felt right for me. "God" didn't
make sense to me either.


After my brother was born, though, I was pretty much pushed away by my
parents. I understand that usually the older kids get less attention when
a younger sibling is born, but to be flat out pushed away like I was, no
kid should have to go through that. I was forced very quickly to grow up
and be very independent. It was difficult though, and I literally had no
one I could truly count on from about 5 and a half til 16-17. I had very
few friends in school, no one at home, no one my age in my neighborhood.


I think I was about 8, though, when I became really good friends with the
neighbor's daughter that lived right up the road from me. She was five
years older than me, and we did everything together. Until she started
sexually abusing me. I never told anyone at the time, because I didn't
think anyone would believe me. I ended up blocking it out for years, and
it really messed me up later on.


I pretended everything was good. And up til I hit middle school, everything
kinda was okay for the most part. Then the depression started. Didn't know
why, didn't understand it. It started gradually, and I tried my best to
hide it because I didn't want to worry anyone. When I was 11, in the early
morning of December 26th, we lost our entire house in a fire. Everything.
There was no evidence of a second floor, where my mother's bedroom, my
brother's bedroom, and my bedroom had been. We were so lucky that my
entire family made it out of the house. 2-3 more minutes in that house,
and we would've all died that morning. I don't want to say that my
depression got worse because of that, but I don't think it helped any.


When I was 12, nearly 13, I found JOS. I had been interested in wicca for a
year or two before that, but it didn't really click for me. I spent months
pouring over JOS, reading everything I could, making sure I understood
everything. I remember asking Father Satan if he could give me some sort
of sign that he was really out there, and there was just this warm loving
energy that surrounded me. That was what made me certain. I truly felt
like I was coming home for the first time in my life.


I dedicated the summer after my 13th birthday, and I felt so good for the
first time in years. I was consistent in my meditations for a good few
months, and I just remember feeling so good about myself, and how things
were finally turning around for me. Then I stopped meditating. I don't
know why, I don't remember what caused me to stop, all I know is my
depression worsened tenfold. I was lost. I started having problems with
anxiety, constant panic attacks, constant suicidal thoughts. I had major
issues with my body, with myself. I couldn't handle leaving my house,
couldn't handle being touched, being around people.


I stopped going to school, so much so I got held back a grade. Not because
I couldn't do the work, but because I couldn't stand being in school. I
went through therapy, countless medications, nothing worked. I became very
self-abusive, very hateful towards myself. It's a bit of a blur to look
back on, because I was that messed up. Day in, day out, same shit, every
day. It was an awful way to live, and I just seemed to get worse and
worse. I was placed in a partial program in school after I nearly got held
back a grade again, and through that, I was able to gain some control over
my disorders. Once I left the program though, I took a step backwards and
spiraled back into depression. I tried to do mainstream school, but
stopped going to school once again. A few months later, fed up, depressed,
lost, and absolutely at my wits ends, I tried running away. In doing so,
my aunt decided to take me in, knowing I couldn't take living where I was,
and couldn't
live like I was anymore. I was 16, nearly 17 at the time. My parents didn't
have any clue how to deal with me, how to help me, how to be parents for me.
Even now, three years later, they don't really have anything to do with me.
They call every few months, send money every now and then, visit maybe once
a year, that's about it.


Being removed from that environment, though, being able to finally get
away, helped me to get a bearing on myself. I got better for a while,
managed to overcome a lot of shit holding me back. In the past year or so
though, my depression, the anxiety, a lot of it has been coming back,
which is really difficult to deal with.


I've tried many times over the years to return to my meditations, to
strengthen my relationship with Father Satan...only to get knocked back
down into my depression. It's been rough. I've made it so far from where I
was, though. I've been holding myself together as best I can because I
can't go back to the depression, the panic attacks, the self-abuse. I
can't live like that, I don't want to live like that.


Though, I look back on my life now, and I can see that I wouldn't be the
person I am today if I hadn't gone through all of what I did. This life
I've lead has made me so much stronger now. Even though it's been 6 years
since I dedicated, I still feel the same love and passion for Father Satan
and the gods. And I am in a position in my life where I don't have anyone
or anything standing in the way of my advancement - only myself. I'm
choosing to stand strong and not give up or let anyone or anything get in
my way. I've been meditating daily and I'm determined to advance myself as
much as I possibly can in this life and become a warrior for Father Satan.
I refuse to stand on the sidelines anymore. This is our time. We all have
to be strong, united, and never give up on the fight for our future.


I welcome anyone wanting to chat to message me, I would love to get to know
my brothers and sisters in Satan more.


Hail Satan!
-Lily

 

[[email protected]]

Hello, Lilly! (I've always loved that name it woulda been my kids name if he was a girl. I hate hearing stories of "jew-ho-vug witlesses" and what they do to their kids! You are loved a accepted here! I have some advise for you but I'm late right now bit promise to get back to you - all love, your brother, J-SIN
HAIL FATHER SATAN!!!Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "scornedhero666" <scornedhero666@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:41:59 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [JoyofSatan666] Re: My story
 

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Lily <dolliesque@... wrote:

I feel an almost overwhelming need to share my own story, maybe to help
encourage others, but also in wanting to reach out to my brothers and
sisters in Satan. I've been a member of the JOS groups for several years
now, and while I've posted here and there, I haven't really been as active
in the groups as I could've/should've been. I've come to a point in my life
where I can no longer simply stand on the sidelines.

When I was a little kid, my family moved up into the rural mountains of
Pennsylvania. Almost immediately, my dad started forcing his religion on
me. He's a jehovah's witness, and to this day tries to reason that he
didn't force his religion on me, that I willingly went along with it. What
four year old would even begin to understand choosing such a thing? I
remember going to the kingdom hall every Sunday, being forced to read the
bible, being forced to read the watch towers, always say grace before a
meal, always pray before bed, etc. Often my dad would tell me if I didn't
read his books, I would get my toys or whatever "privileges" taken away
from me. I remember eventually being so deluded by my father that I often
took the bible to school with me. Holidays, birthdays, they were
nonexistent. In school, kids would ask me why I didn't celebrate the
holidays, or why I didn't get birthdays, etc. It was very hard to deal with
as a kid, because I wanted to celebrate the holidays, I wanted to celebrate
my birthday, or go to other kid's birthday parties. And yet my father
didn't allow any of it because he didn't believe in those things.

I forget when exactly, but we thankfully stopped going to the kingdom hall
eventually. I think it was probably about two or so years after my little
brother was born (so probably 7-8ish). I pretty much became an atheist at
that point. I didn't want to believe in anything, or anyone. Jehovah's
witness made no sense to me, and never felt right for me. "God" didn't make
sense to me either.

After my brother was born, though, I was pretty much pushed away by my
parents. I understand that usually the older kids get less attention when a
younger sibling is born, but to be flat out pushed away like I was, no kid
should have to go through that. I was forced very quickly to grow up and be
very independent. It was difficult though, and I literally had no one I
could truly count on from about 5 and a half til 16-17. I had very few
friends in school, no one at home, no one my age in my neighborhood.

I think I was about 8, though, when I became really good friends with the
neighbor's daughter that lived right up the road from me. She was five
years older than me, and we did everything together. Until she started
sexually abusing me. I never told anyone at the time, because I didn't
think anyone would believe me. I ended up blocking it out for years, and it
really messed me up later on.

I pretended everything was good. And up til I hit middle school, everything
kinda was okay for the most part. Then the depression started. Didn't know
why, didn't understand it. It started gradually, and I tried my best to
hide it because I didn't want to worry anyone. When I was 11, in the early
morning of December 26th, we lost our entire house in a fire. Everything.
There was no evidence of a second floor, where my mother's bedroom, my
brother's bedroom, and my bedroom had been. We were so lucky that my entire
family made it out of the house. 2-3 more minutes in that house, and we
would've all died that morning. I don't want to say that my depression got
worse because of that, but I don't think it helped any.

When I was 12, nearly 13, I found JOS. I had been interested in wicca for a
year or two before that, but it didn't really click for me. I spent months
pouring over JOS, reading everything I could, making sure I understood
everything. I remember asking Father Satan if he could give me some sort of
sign that he was really out there, and there was just this warm loving
energy that surrounded me. That was what made me certain. I truly felt like
I was coming home for the first time in my life.

I dedicated the summer after my 13th birthday, and I felt so good for the
first time in years. I was consistent in my meditations for a good few
months, and I just remember feeling so good about myself, and how things
were finally turning around for me. Then I stopped meditating. I don't know
why, I don't remember what caused me to stop, all I know is my depression
worsened tenfold. I was lost. I started having problems with anxiety,
constant panic attacks, constant suicidal thoughts. I had major issues with
my body, with myself. I couldn't handle leaving my house, couldn't handle
being touched, being around people.

I stopped going to school, so much so I got held back a grade. Not because
I couldn't do the work, but because I couldn't stand being in school. I
went through therapy, countless medications, nothing worked. I became very
self-abusive, very hateful towards myself. It's a bit of a blur to look
back on, because I was that messed up. Day in, day out, same shit, every
day. It was an awful way to live, and I just seemed to get worse and worse.
I was placed in a partial program in school after I nearly got held back a
grade again, and through that, I was able to gain some control over my
disorders. Once I left the program though, I took a step backwards and
spiraled back into depression. I tried to do mainstream school, but stopped
going to school once again. A few months later, fed up, depressed, lost,
and absolutely at my wits ends, I tried running away. In doing so, my aunt
decided to take me in, knowing I couldn't take living where I was, and
couldn't live like I was anymore. I was 16, nearly 17 at the time. My
parents didn't have any clue how to deal with me, how to help me, how to be
parents for me. Even now, three years later, they don't really have
anything to do with me. They call every few months, send money every now
and then, visit maybe once a year, that's about it.

Being removed from that environment, though, being able to finally get
away, helped me to get a bearing on myself. I got better for a while,
managed to overcome a lot of shit holding me back. In the past year or so
though, my depression, the anxiety, a lot of it has been coming back, which
is really difficult to deal with.

I've tried many times over the years to return to my meditations, to
strengthen my relationship with Father Satan...only to get knocked back
down into my depression. It's been rough. I've made it so far from where I
was, though. I've been holding myself together as best I can because I
can't go back to the depression, the panic attacks, the self-abuse. I can't
live like that, I don't want to live like that.

Though, I look back on my life now, and I can see that I wouldn't be the
person I am today if I hadn't gone through all of what I did. This life
I've lead has made me so much stronger now. Even though it's been 6 years
since I dedicated, I still feel the same love and passion for Father Satan
and the gods. And I am in a position in my life where I don't have anyone
or anything standing in the way of my advancement - only myself. I'm
choosing to stand strong and not give up or let anyone or anything get in
my way. I've been meditating daily and I'm determined to advance myself as
much as I possibly can in this life and become a warrior for Father Satan.
I refuse to stand on the sidelines anymore. This is our time. We all have
to be strong, united, and never give up on the fight for our future.

I welcome anyone wanting to chat to message me, I would love to get to know
my brothers and sisters in Satan more.

Hail Satan!
-Lily

It's nice to hear about you and how you conquered life. I myself am doing much of the same currently was on meds, Psycological counseler and had very severe depression I think we actually might be of the same age around 20 or so and I've been dedicated for four years so far. It's nice to meet you.
Hail Satan,
-Scorned

 

[scornedhero666]

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Lily" <dolliesque@... wrote:

Severe depression is awful. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I'm feeling much better lately, though, and I'm hoping to keep that going. I hope you're doing okay yourself.

I'm 19, actually. I'll be 20 in April. It's nice to meet you too. Hail Satan!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "scornedhero666" <scornedhero666@ wrote:



It's nice to hear about you and how you conquered life. I myself am doing much of the same currently was on meds, Psycological counseler and had very severe depression I think we actually might be of the same age around 20 or so and I've been dedicated for four years so far. It's nice to meet you.
Hail Satan,
-Scorned

I've been getting better thank you for caring It's a good feeling to talk to someone else that can understand from a simular view point. Just with me it comes and goes enemies try to effect me in negative ways such as people that are without but I tend to shrug it off.
Hail Satan
-Scorned

 

[Timothy1]

If you're going to continue spouting your idiotic and silly fantasies onto the members of this group, I suggest you leave. The group has no need for infiltrator deluded scum like you.

There are no such things as vampires that require blood and is weak to the sun. There are only people who need to feed off of the energies of others due to their own system being very weak.

We are hybrids. Father and his demons modified the local homo erectus in order to create a slave race to assist them on Earth but Enki saw the potential for us to become like them and worked to perfect us but could not complete his work thanks to his father Anu. We have the DNA and potential of the gods within us already.

The ability to shape-shift is a siddhi that we learn on the astral. Many of us can already shape-shift there.

Assuming the entities you have been talking to ARE real, they are most definitely not of Satan. You are being deluded and manipulated by the enemy.

You're not a demon.

Lucius O

HAIL SATAN

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@... wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

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Thanks for that....Well said

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Timothy" <lucius.oria@... wrote:

If you're going to continue spouting your idiotic and silly fantasies onto the members of this group, I suggest you leave. The group has no need for infiltrator deluded scum like you.

There are no such things as vampires that require blood and is weak to the sun. There are only people who need to feed off of the energies of others due to their own system being very weak.

We are hybrids. Father and his demons modified the local homo erectus in order to create a slave race to assist them on Earth but Enki saw the potential for us to become like them and worked to perfect us but could not complete his work thanks to his father Anu. We have the DNA and potential of the gods within us already.

The ability to shape-shift is a siddhi that we learn on the astral. Many of us can already shape-shift there.

Assuming the entities you have been talking to ARE real, they are most definitely not of Satan. You are being deluded and manipulated by the enemy.

You're not a demon.

Lucius O

HAIL SATAN


--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@ wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.

 

[[email protected]]

yup.. a real berserker.. that sums it up perfectly

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Timothy" <lucius.oria@... wrote:

If you're going to continue spouting your idiotic and silly fantasies onto the members of this group, I suggest you leave. The group has no need for infiltrator deluded scum like you.

There are no such things as vampires that require blood and is weak to the sun. There are only people who need to feed off of the energies of others due to their own system being very weak.

We are hybrids. Father and his demons modified the local homo erectus in order to create a slave race to assist them on Earth but Enki saw the potential for us to become like them and worked to perfect us but could not complete his work thanks to his father Anu. We have the DNA and potential of the gods within us already.

The ability to shape-shift is a siddhi that we learn on the astral. Many of us can already shape-shift there.

Assuming the entities you have been talking to ARE real, they are most definitely not of Satan. You are being deluded and manipulated by the enemy.

You're not a demon.

Lucius O

HAIL SATAN


--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Michael Holmes" <honoredm30@ wrote:

Everyone here knows and believes in demons under Satan, but what about the demons who are living in this world who are not under His rule? What of the half breeds and the hybrids? Are THEY real? Or are there NO demons that are not under His rule?
What of the Vampyre? The Were-beast? The Shape-shifters? Are THEY not real as well? Oh, sure, people can claim to be these things, but what of those that ARE?
What would you do if someone were to claim that they were something NOT human? Would you scoff and laugh? Would you ask them to prove it? And if they did, what then? But what if they cant prove it? What if they could ONLY prove it on the astral plane? Would you still laugh? But what if they proved it? Showed you in sight and in deed? Would you STILL laugh?
I have a story, but will you listen?

Many months back, I befriend a Berserker who went by the name of Thorbiorn. I had fun speaking to him, learning about him, and of another demon within his mind. That demon was an Incubus who went by the name of Legion. The two had fused together somehow, but they would not tell me how, and I have stopped asking. About a month later, I went thru a time of desperation. I wanted to be a Vampyre, a Werewolf, or a Demon. I begged everyone I knew to turn me, but many said that they would think about it. I've asked Thorbiorn to turn me into a demon, like himself, he said that he would think about it.

Then, on June 11, Legion came to me, and turned me as a Vampyre would turn a human. He bit into my astral flesh and began to drain me of my energy. When I was weak, to weak to do much of anything, Legion stopped, and gave me some of his own energy. From June 11 to June 18, I went thru a living hell of fire and pain. And, when it was comeplete, I looked at my astral self, and saw that I had changed. For better or worse, I had changed. I was no longer HUMAN! I became a Berserker/Incubus, but now, I am more Incubus than I am a Berserker.

Can I prove this in the physical world? Only if I rage, but I havent raged for a VERY long time. Can I prove it on the astral plane? Come and take a look. If your female, I'll restrain myself, but the Hunger I have is VERY strong. If your male, just tell me that your there to see my proof, cuz I might get annoyed by your presence and attack. Sorry, but it happens a LOT these days.

One other thing, I may be a demon, but I'm on my own. I'm here on this earth, and I am VERY real.