autumnblossoms
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Hello, brothers and sisters. I just got finished meditating via the 40 day empowerment program and I'm feeling a difference in my spirit already. I never exactly wrote my story about how I found Satan, so I figured now would be the right time.
I didn't have the greatest childhood. My parents divorced before I could remember them being together. My dad moved on immediately with a new woman and had two children with her. I could tell she didn't want me around, but I wanted so desperately to please her because I wad a daddy's girl. I lived with my mom, who had countless boyfriends move in then move back out. Things were fine until I turned eight. My mom dated a guy with two daughters of his own from two previous women. One was older than me and the other was younger. As the relationship progressed, I began to experience the middle child syndrome. We'd go places and I'd constantly be ignored. My mom began to compare me to both of the sisters, and the youngest sister bullied me. When I told her dad what she was doing, he called me a tattle tale and I took all the blame. Shortly after this occurred, he became abusive towards my mom. I called the cops, but the cop was his friend and my mom, out of fear, said it was her fault. After a while, my mom left him for a new guy, who I loved like I loved my dad. I thought since she left the abusive bastard, things would go back to normal. The emotional abuse continued and she started drinking heavily. Her job as a bartender only made it worse. She cheated on that guy, even abused him, then left him when I was 11 for a new guy, who I HATED. He was twice as abusive, which made my mom drink heavier and take all her frustrations out on me. He even began to emotionally abuse me, which I hated. My mom would force me to hug him goodnight, and each and every time he would grab my butt. My mom never noticed. When I was 12, my mom told my dad I was "his problem" so I left that house. My mother didn't give me any of my stuff, so I had to start new. I thought I would live with my dad, but instead I lived with my great aunt. My dad expected me to be perfect, and was just as emotionally abusive when I didn't meet his expectations. I spent my whole life waiting for him to come around, but he was always too busy with his other two kids and their mother. Eventually, my dad married that woman and decided he wanted nothing to do with me.
I was a terribly depressed child since I was eight, and I would go to church. I noticed, however, that if you didn't mold into what they wanted you to be, you weren't as important. If you didn't give them enough money, you were unimportant. (Lakewood Church is a SHAM) I stopped going to church when I was 15 and became an atheist. I fell in love with a devil worshipper (notice how I didn't say satanist) and I began adapting all of his bad behaviors. I was doing drugs, my grades were slipping, and my whole world basically revolved around him. He eventually raped me and broke up with me, which tore me apart. I became destructive, bulimic, and suicidal. I was admitted into a psych ward when I was 17, but still kept some bad habits. I fell in love with another guy, who was controlling and volatile. Eventually, he blamed me for all his "crazy" behaviors and we broke up.
I needed a change, so I began to do some soul searching and decided LeVeyan Satanism was my path. However, doing research on Anton LaVey turned me off. Something about him seemed fake. I looked into Theistic Satanism and found Joy of Satan. I read the sections thoroughly and everything became clear that this was my path. That same night, I did the dedication ritual. Before I bathed, I said: "Satan, I know I've been blind my whole life, but believe me when I say I'm paying attention. Please reveal yourself to me. During my shower, this mist of gold energy surrounded me as "The Writer" by Ellie Goulding came on, and I knew at that moment Satan was real. As I completed the ritual, I meditated and everything came together. Satan had been calling out to me all along.
This path is for the strong, and despite being a dedicated Satanist for almost three years, I have a LONG way to go. The best thing about this path is you're always learning and always improving. If the enemy is attacking you, that means you're getting stronger. If you pay attention, you can hear him speak to you. Some may see, others may feel (like me) we're all different, but Satan knows us and how to contact us. When you feel like he's not there, do not fret. That's the enemy talking. Satan is so proud of us for continuing to fight for him. It's US vs THEM. The SPIRITUAL vs the SHEEPLE. We can do this. The time is now. Don't make my mistake and spend your whole life waiting for something good to happen. MAKE SOMETHING GOOD HAPPEN. The power is WITHIN YOU. Thank you for reading this til the end. I really hope this helped encourage those who needed it.
Hail Satan and the true Gods of Hell!FUCK THE ENEMY!
I didn't have the greatest childhood. My parents divorced before I could remember them being together. My dad moved on immediately with a new woman and had two children with her. I could tell she didn't want me around, but I wanted so desperately to please her because I wad a daddy's girl. I lived with my mom, who had countless boyfriends move in then move back out. Things were fine until I turned eight. My mom dated a guy with two daughters of his own from two previous women. One was older than me and the other was younger. As the relationship progressed, I began to experience the middle child syndrome. We'd go places and I'd constantly be ignored. My mom began to compare me to both of the sisters, and the youngest sister bullied me. When I told her dad what she was doing, he called me a tattle tale and I took all the blame. Shortly after this occurred, he became abusive towards my mom. I called the cops, but the cop was his friend and my mom, out of fear, said it was her fault. After a while, my mom left him for a new guy, who I loved like I loved my dad. I thought since she left the abusive bastard, things would go back to normal. The emotional abuse continued and she started drinking heavily. Her job as a bartender only made it worse. She cheated on that guy, even abused him, then left him when I was 11 for a new guy, who I HATED. He was twice as abusive, which made my mom drink heavier and take all her frustrations out on me. He even began to emotionally abuse me, which I hated. My mom would force me to hug him goodnight, and each and every time he would grab my butt. My mom never noticed. When I was 12, my mom told my dad I was "his problem" so I left that house. My mother didn't give me any of my stuff, so I had to start new. I thought I would live with my dad, but instead I lived with my great aunt. My dad expected me to be perfect, and was just as emotionally abusive when I didn't meet his expectations. I spent my whole life waiting for him to come around, but he was always too busy with his other two kids and their mother. Eventually, my dad married that woman and decided he wanted nothing to do with me.
I was a terribly depressed child since I was eight, and I would go to church. I noticed, however, that if you didn't mold into what they wanted you to be, you weren't as important. If you didn't give them enough money, you were unimportant. (Lakewood Church is a SHAM) I stopped going to church when I was 15 and became an atheist. I fell in love with a devil worshipper (notice how I didn't say satanist) and I began adapting all of his bad behaviors. I was doing drugs, my grades were slipping, and my whole world basically revolved around him. He eventually raped me and broke up with me, which tore me apart. I became destructive, bulimic, and suicidal. I was admitted into a psych ward when I was 17, but still kept some bad habits. I fell in love with another guy, who was controlling and volatile. Eventually, he blamed me for all his "crazy" behaviors and we broke up.
I needed a change, so I began to do some soul searching and decided LeVeyan Satanism was my path. However, doing research on Anton LaVey turned me off. Something about him seemed fake. I looked into Theistic Satanism and found Joy of Satan. I read the sections thoroughly and everything became clear that this was my path. That same night, I did the dedication ritual. Before I bathed, I said: "Satan, I know I've been blind my whole life, but believe me when I say I'm paying attention. Please reveal yourself to me. During my shower, this mist of gold energy surrounded me as "The Writer" by Ellie Goulding came on, and I knew at that moment Satan was real. As I completed the ritual, I meditated and everything came together. Satan had been calling out to me all along.
This path is for the strong, and despite being a dedicated Satanist for almost three years, I have a LONG way to go. The best thing about this path is you're always learning and always improving. If the enemy is attacking you, that means you're getting stronger. If you pay attention, you can hear him speak to you. Some may see, others may feel (like me) we're all different, but Satan knows us and how to contact us. When you feel like he's not there, do not fret. That's the enemy talking. Satan is so proud of us for continuing to fight for him. It's US vs THEM. The SPIRITUAL vs the SHEEPLE. We can do this. The time is now. Don't make my mistake and spend your whole life waiting for something good to happen. MAKE SOMETHING GOOD HAPPEN. The power is WITHIN YOU. Thank you for reading this til the end. I really hope this helped encourage those who needed it.
Hail Satan and the true Gods of Hell!FUCK THE ENEMY!