satanic sanctum

Know that I am the real thing!

Satanism to me is not just about dabbling with Spells, sex orgies, posturing or feeling evil ~ it is about the highest forms of knowledge of the Black Arts, it is the desire to Commune and Merge with all of the Demons of Hell, it is an understanding that the desires of the flesh are Satan’s Rituals but that those desires that reside in the darkest reaches of our unexplored subconscious are His gifts, it is about adversity and rebellion against the conformist and the Orthodox, it is being a libertine, a natural force able to morph from the Poet to the Predator in the blink of an eye, it is about being a traveller of the Isolate Path and the search for others of the true Infernal Kindred who understand the Dark Soul within you!

There is a dark beauty is true Classical Satanism which is lost in the pale reflection of Rational Satanism, to those who see this path as an excuse for orgies and acts of violence ~ the Satanist answers only to themselves and the Demons of Hell and yes the fulfilment of lust, wrath, revenge, desire and all experiences are the nature of the Satanist ~ but there is so much more when we cast off the shackles and determine to enter the Dark Sanctums of Satanic Rites and transcend the Gateways into Hell!

Explore and know the Dark Gifts of Satan ~ for they are rapturous and indeed many!

“Amen………Evil From Us Deliver…….” !!!

She screams!!!! Reserve is for cowards. This night we open her door widely and she will know us all. I bless the chalice and hold it to the inviting lips of the High Priestess. She gives thanks and kisses my lips deeply. Her hair is long, flowing raven black. I have called her heart and soul with gentle refrain. She kneels and touches me……………she knows exactly how a touch can bring a crescendo of ecstasy to a wondrous, frenetic pageant of artistry.

She takes me fully and I begin to accelerate in a steady ascent to the pinnacle perch of our Satanic sanctum. Chanting, chanting; “Bread Daily Our Day………” My head is spinning closer and sensitive, building passion, amplifying with every smooth motion. I will soon reward her with the victuals of her diligent labor.“Heaven In Art Who…..” She is taking me to that sublime sphere where all is seen in slowness and in a unity while we allow the deepest to emerge from the depths. Father is unaffected by the young gasp and screams as the wounded animal is symbolically devoured. Hail Satan!!!

I explode as she points me toward a Paten of wafers in her left hand. I discharge the full load onto the contents of the plate. Father yells as loud as thunder and withdraws. The wafers then absorb the claret of her inner thighs… young and tender, she shivers slightly. Our Father, as emerald lightning, departs and to us………HIS blessings linger. The Paten is thrown to the floor and trampled………….my legs are so weak but I deliver the benediction. Our princess is assisted by our priestess to a sitting position. It is complete! She is now “Family” and she will always have someone protecting her and the interests of our “Silent Order”.

“Silentium est Aureum…………………“