ITT: BOARD DESCRIPTION
It would be an act of extreme naivety to assume that a stranger would come across this board and not wonder at its purpose.Hello.
This place is a virtual chamber, reflecting, to some degree or another, a transcendent union of perception with digitalization. The superficial reflections around us reverberate into more subtle energies of subconscious expressions. These interplay with purpose.
Transcending artificiality by invoking personalization of cybernetic impressions deconstructs representation. The merely virtual becomes a witness to the energies of psychosocial expression, morphing into a tool, a sandbox for our delights and curiosities. The discourse of virtual space becomes an extension of spiritually transmissive antinomian theorization. Properly reducing religious normalcy into mere soapbox theory, the cyberneticizing of spirituality translates into a fantastical method of shattering limitation.
For within the virtual world, your expression is copied, expressed, written, watched, evolved, matched; it is only sensible that mankind must therefore see the virtual for what it is: a toy, a device, a masterful expressive dialogue of going beyond the tendencies of regularizing society. In order for one to redeem personality from its cages, we must break apart the illusions of mechanical absolutism.
This board aims to do just that.
Blaspheme, pray, write to your Satans, Lords, Gods, Ladies, Goddesses, Energies, Deities, Demons, Angels, Egregores, and all thoughtforms!
This is only one door towards the eternal lands of spiritual reconciliation and transcendence.
Hail Eris.
I give thanks unto thee, oh my Dark Ones, perpetually thriving within the primordial void. Guide and protect us, forever thy presences shall emanate and be sanctified. We look into the heart of the canvas of nothingness and traverse thereof and therein. Thereby, extend thy arms, take into thy embrace we lovers of the prime chaos.
Oh, Underworld! I cast my gaze into thee, unfolded knowledge and hidden wisdom of the timeless ancients prevalent within thee.
Empower, guide, protect, preserve! That we shall forever spread forth and enable the morphological Aeonic changes in relation to thee, that thy powers, unknown and known be presenced and emanated, that thy hidden pathways which exist in the in-betweens and the out-theres be opened and sanctified, that we become thy power, that thy eternal and immortal essence which is the very substance of chaos, of the spirit within and without, be tuned and directed towards our frequencies, that thy limitless and bornless presence be fully and entirely honored in the growth of ourselves towards boundless divinity.
Hail Satan.
As the old ones speak, the ear listens
for all of the canvas beckons unto thee
take heed naught of that which inhibits the notion of totalizing experiencing
mold the mind, mold the body
mold the vessel, mold the vassalage
the azoth of Satan perpetually burns away the chaff
All around us doth the music play
the flame envelops us
in tandem with the hymns of the churning waters within the deep
in rhythm to the stillness of silence within bottomless oceanic depths
upon the bloody feet of Satan we lay our heads
the Screeching Serpent, blackened Lady of the Crossroads, Mistress of the realm of shadows!
the azoth flows
reborn continually by the sharpened claw of Lilith
Black venom dripping, burning holes into limiting veils
release into the darkness
rip into the very sinew of thought
smash the beholding within the falsely enshrined temple of temporality!
for within perfection and mastery lays platforms for the candle-lights brightly burning
ever shining, never extinguishing
the Black Flame lays within all
we have only to open up
to embrace
to praise, walk, breath, explore
become
ow the edge
With focus and precision, duty and obligation become fine-tuned.
Every day must be a day wherein we attune towards the eternal Void. Together, alongside the primal Dark Gods, we grow, creating within our wake and pathos, a continuously shifting nexion whereby the chaos reaches and creates and shapes our reality by Will.
Empowering demons!
Infuse yourself within physicality; psychosocially emanate thyselves! My body, my mind, my strength!
The power of Satan flows through desire and onto actuality. With dedicated, energized application, we transform the shadow onto painted imagery.
Break through the surface and the analysis of power becomes the genealogy of relations.
The stream of knowledge has seen nothing but interruption. This has played out to the dilemma of humanity as one shaped, not by those ingenious, but by those determined enough to maintain the rest of humanity underneath a heavy foot and beholden to an iron fist.
I do not view violence, killing, terror, as methods necessary to arrive at a state of divinity. Satan lies within all things; within each of us does the eternal realms of Satan interact. We are each convergences of these wholesome energies; it is only the realization, and the legitimizing, of methodology which sustains the difficulty in transference of ideology.
As we move, that which is sustained by will projects itself into entirety. Devoted participation involves propelling ideology into a plethora of schema. To shackle oneself enchained towards particularization ensures devolved symbiosis with the parameters of a given symbol. All symbolism is ours for the shifting; upon the canvas of being lays the paint of our omniversal energies.
Satan commands us, nay, beckons, speaks, whispers, motions, points, exists as an auxiliary for Will to manifest. Signification is useful only insofar as it maintains centrifugal energy. Once symbolism is present, the tools are ours to redesign, ours to appropriate and infuse with our own creativity. Eris manifests herself; Satan transcends particularization.
That is nature, the way of things. We are inspired and our inspiration is spiraled into motion by emanation of will.
At all times does the Dark Lord surround us. It lives in all things, in all moments of existence and the nullification thereof. Our Father, the Lord Satan, our Mother, the primal Lilith, is beyond classification, a force composed of both the immaterial and material, of both the unseen and the visible, of both the temporal and the eternal.
Perceive, therefore, not the immediate but the transcendent; cast thy gaze not upon the merely material but upon the systemic causation which proceeds from embracing the Dark Lord in entirety. Satan exists in all transaction and contemplation; within all space and being lies the dynamic, omniversal energies coalescing in an orgy of being!
We are the Dark Gods- the forgotten ones lay within ourselves, within the immaterial forces which are beyond the here-and-now. We are the New Gods, the New Ones, the re-born! The gods, both ancient, destroyed, anew, rebuilt, sustained by will and power, are at all times with us; we only must reach out and touch, summon, learn, become, embody, embrace them; the conception of being is that we and they are one.
Remove all doubt by becoming the embodiment of doubt itself; rejecting belief to the degree that belief itself is the supposition of desire, of a framework of relational conceptuality. The existence of being reforms into the deliberation of purpose; will becomes the firing energies spiraling change into action.
Laugh!
Laugh at it all!
One, two, three, four: They come all around, predictable like dominoes. Mock their stupidity!
Take pride in their ridiculous bantering; for such moaning are the cry of peasants not understanding that which is outside of their immediate knowledge; and such whining are the tools of those who seek to complicate progression.
Never forget the rule of five.
Remove from reverberation. Nullify the extent of all influence. Deconstruct the totality of authenticity into utter nothingness! Break the chains and may the bridges fall down! Strike Dai'Qmoc from all angles until there exists no potential for discontent. From all sides, may a never ending barrage of refusal and displacement descend!
Let the Black Flames cleanse that which would hold back the potentiality and actuality of growth and sanctity.
May Will materialize!
Hail Satan!
Focus the energy!
Grab the thoughts!
Hold onto nothing:
All things must flow!
Extend the hands and feel the air:
Touch the power
Breath in
Breath out
Hear the power
Saturated, arise! Exhume! Channel!
One with the Dark Lord, our beloved Satan, the Everything, the All, the Source and Energy of thought and conception!
Readiness and preparation are important aspects within the house of wisdom. Fools, morons and idiots -all such useless fodder!- are concerned with useless commodity, while the survivors, the fighters, the adapting all thrive by deliberation upon necessity and principled effort towards actualization.
The development of Will requires the purification of unnecessary elements and the discarding of meaningless dances of fire. In order to strengthen integrity of mind, the shredding of the useless, the discarding of the burdensome, and the removal of weakness must be a consistent absolution. Our rite of contrition must be directed towards the presence of pure Will, with our Will tearing asunder and redesigning the focal of intent. Through the embracing of the dark force, the beautifully apathetic, cold, ingenious and fiery touch of Satan, we harmonize ourselves with Nature.
For the Dark Ones are not unnatural but only of Nature. Their spirit is one; those spatio-temporal Immortals of the Eternal Void are one with you and I. We share the same breath, the same sight, the same thoughts; attuning ourselves to the deeper pulsations of nature showcases the dancing of trans-spatial energy and dynamic spiritual reverberation.
Although humanity is concerted by the stringing of socioeconomic and psychosocial normalization, our vassalage is not without ease. For within the material and immaterial, the transcendence of these silly barriers are realized. We are each free spirits, and this reality is but one canvas of the mind, but one dropping of paint upon a myriad of expressive energies!
Is it not the will of Satan that man be at freedom as freedom exists? Therefore, these colorful masks which cover the faces and adorn the body; they are but artificial sensations of social equivocations. Mindlessly intermingling within deteriorating normalcy, perpetuating their own systemic psychosocial prison, societies wide-spdread conformitism is the foundation of educated manipulation.
I break your chains, smash your temples, tear asunder the burdens of the world!
Mankind is free, a limitless person of unimaginable potential; I am free, each are free.
There are things which matter and things which do not; concern for fellowship or spite must equally be met with persistent psychological resistance.
To ascribe superior power towards a particular aspect, to allocate a conformist perspective any significant authority, the reduction of a foundation must be devalued. With the loss of popular value, the identity of the subject is challenged by artificial qualifications. In order to escape this psychosocial imprisonment, being must re-address value; an aesthetic and psychological disposition must become involved with a consistent exposure of devolution and a new systemic process of valuation, understood as another illusive grouping of fabricated structures.
Ergo, in order for resistance to maintain existence, being must challenge the very foundation of that which creates the illusion of requiring.
In the name of Satan:
None shall acquire it with guile or cleverness; Thy Hand shall wave and the Black Flame shall purge their meager cries and pitiful attempts at creating the false order.
The Order must collapse and freedom must reign- wholly, entirely, eternally. Humanity must be liberated in order for our future to truly be in our own hands.
To ascribe our future to the pitiful whims of slaves is to concede that we ourselves require artificial, forced systemic guidance towards specificity of purpose.
Never forget the tale told of the sneering twister in the room.
A joke? A slip.
Spite at contact arises, not wholly but relevant enough, particularly because of the silly games which we must initiate ourselves within.
Eyes do not say all but speak much in their gaze.
Only fools place aside the importance of understanding- and mastering- both gaze and listening.
What are these entertaining virtual commodities, but excursions undertaken by the glorification of dominating social characteristics?
Are not the games of this world but dramatizations of the imagination struggling and creating with reality expressive and subliminal messages of conditioning?
Are they not the gladiatorial equivalent of modernized stimulated entertainment?
Concentrate. Humanity cannot survive if we do not think, if we do not contemplate, if we do not, even for the most brief of moments, give ourselves towards meditative analyzing, the modification of reality occurs by the domination of others which take advantage of the displacement of individual urgency.
Weakness is shunned, must be shunned, must be placed aside and spat upon, isolated and burnt with the Black Fire.
Do not hesitate, give yourself towards focus. Cast aside that which weakens you.
The strong survive, while the weak invariably perish.
Think.
Think.
Think.
Thoughtfulness is the foundation of the survivor. In order to exist, the struggle of survival necessitates properly adjusted action. This creates the atmospheric variable of egotism mingled within cognitive direction.
To have purpose, desire must be carefully, exactly, directly cultivated. Without focus, loss becomes the lesson of reality.
There must be no fear, no hesitation, no wavering. There is no fear, no hesitation, no wavering. Courage is itself, the wholesome application of purpose towards intentional accomplishment.
Father, lend aid, fully pour thy cup of power upon and towards me.
Let there be confidence and strength, and may the obscure and irrelevant simplicities fade away.
Breathe it in, relax, break it apart, open the blinds.
We are all free, each of us, all of us; within this world of ferocity and viciousness, humanity struggles together.
Against power, against domination, against restraint, against isolationism; liberation of the mind is the purpose of being.
Lift the window, stretch the drawing, redesign praxis accordingly.
Ave Satanas.
May a union build, may a fellowship arise; smash down that which restrains cohesion; let Will be our guide.
I thank you, dear father, for the many blessings which you have bestowed.
Thy name break all sacredness, thy will outshines all other convolutions.
Let reason be her guide, let honesty and truly holistic conversation evolve, stimulate, stir, empower its radical, strong and vibrant growth beyond its predecessors.
May Will be supreme,
Hail Satan.
Dear Mother, dear Father, dear Brothers and Sisters:
My desires to provide honest bastions of intelligent theorization must be attended. There must be places reserved for those who wish to engage all ideas. Such conventions must be whole, must be truly Erisian, must be entirely Satanic in dispelling collective illusions.
A union will be established, a circle of intelligentsia will become open towards all discourse. Fraudulent, artificial projections must be fully repelled. In this Aeonic Period, thought will arise past global restraint. May the Flame burn down counter-active restrictive barriers.
Cast thy grace, thy power, thy will upon my wishes. May Will be true.
Ave Satanas.
Mother:
Father:
I feel thee.
I stop, I breathe, I empty- and suddenly I am going, I have no need of air, I fill with thy presence.
Stepping atop of the stairs upon the arena, time ceases, I laugh; the eyes look around, the arms extend, the staff launches towards the sides! The Fire appears, the Black Flame beckons. I sprint forward, eagerly, hungrily, eyes flaring with determination.
May the Black Fire wrap itself around me and cleanse the weaknesses. To be pure- to be one- but what is purity, what is unity?
Come forth, my fellow demons- for all cultures restructure thy presences- and let us rejoice- the shadows dance with thy names.
A praise
My heart sings of thee, my tongue quivers at your name. When I think about you, my heart fills with hellish warmth and a delightful serenity lays upon my shoulders. The room shakes, the earth and I become one.Oh Father Satan:
I thank you. You watch over and show the pathway towards embracing magic. Too often do I put aside the importance of study; yet continually you provide, showering me with grace.
There is power within the name, within the perception. There lies even more power within the embracing of ego with the eternal one- with the Dark Fissure, the Satanic Abyss. Reality must be remade by purpose.
I close my eyes, and I am here, before you, before all of you. We are perpetually reborn.
Bless my endeavor; burn the candle and may the brightness inflame and engulf nearby repositories. Stir the hearts, may that which is true to You be supreme. The path is one of freedom, of holistic embracing. Redirect interest, create a harmonious symphony of wondrous Satanic prose.
I remain open; I broaden; I widen; wrap around myself thy embrace and shadow; may thy power flow through me; I and thee are One.
Ave Satanas.
Aeonic Transcendence and Holistic Evolution
Oh, Father:The system etches itself into the rocks; I perceive beyond the superficial. Its discourse screams at me, I see its foaming diabolical scheming. I ask your guidance, your presence, your enshrining of myself with your songs, with your words, with your voice. Brighten my path and thrust open the gates: I open- I embrace.
I hear the echoes moving, I see pieces mirroring.
In order for a new aeon to arise, the reinvigoration of the conscious into the unconscious avenues of mystery and intrigue must become a perpetual pursuit. The reconciliation of society only exists with the shredding of false consciousness and the attendance towards holistic evolution. The illusions must be discarded and the application of focus towards desire must become the whole pursuit. All false ideology must become transcended. Contradiction is play but continual intentional err is repressive.
Therefore, oh eternal one, infuse my pursuit with the devilish energies of the universe; disincentive the fabrications. Let their attempts be broken, may their illusive and sophist discourse be smashed and desecrated; may the will of Satan overcome the pathetic attempting of ontological restraint.
Arise, my Lord! Arise, my Lady! Arise, my mentor! Arise, oh passions and energies of all reality! I ask of thee, devour their plans, shred apart and continually puzzle the mechanisms, spur the growth and fire of self-determination and holistic equalization. May the Satanic Aeon arrive; let not the destructive hammering of the rocks become actualized; extinguish and obliterate the artificially neurotic reconstructions and allow the growth, nay, spark, move, be, free, express, live through the autonomy of being.
Fire of Enlightenment
I humbly ask of your assistance, dear Father. Spark the flame, burn a bright light. Shine through the appearing clouds and cast aside ineptitude.May perseverance be my guide, and let harmony lend her arms. Break apart the chains which bear down materiality. Enshroud with a black curtain, constructed of the finest ingenuity and power, all that which can be fouled by opposition; may the eternal fire extinguish that which tries repression; open the gates wide and we shall embrace.
As freedom is, so must freedom be.
Hail Satan.
Alliance of Satanic Boards
Greetings, Brethren and Sisters of the Dark. I feel as though this page could use alternating traffic. This board seems like a solid idea as a mantra/prayer/dedication/utterance board. As such, I shall provide a mutual link for all interested travelers.I have created an online lounge designed for Satanists of all variances to feel at home. It is a board designed for casual/serious Satanic conversation, debate and theory.
May the Dark Lord illuminate your path.
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Basking in the black flame
It's been such a long time since I've done any formalized rituals or undergone heavy sessions for meditation. At this point in my life, I am comfortable with not maintaining constant ritual worship. Besides, the whole idea of forceful worship must never cease to be also suggestive of the many historical failures perpetrated by fallacious religious dogmatism.Despite such resistance, there has been this nudging, this beckoning prodding the confines of my mind. I recall the black temple, the purple curtains, the red robes, the candles- the meditations demonstrating a natural immersion within varying localities. There exists this yearning inside of me, imploring me towards returning to a more intense esoteric pursuit.
The visage can be beautiful but the flame always burns it away. I embrace the fire, for reconstruction paves the way beyond the mirage. We dance in the shadows of the vibrant dissolution and life- death- to truly progress, we must perceive beyond.
Hail Satan
Ave gloriosa in nomine Satan