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I was out one night when suddenly a group of African American guys 

came about.. Having no clue what was about to happen I started to go in a skeptical mode... I got punched in the face without a reason, and they took my cellular device with which had on the music that I was composing.. The whole time I chased them, I thought of revenge. Never do that to a satanist.. We are aware of the power of the mind!

Never thought I would make a go fund me for anything. But this came up and I have to do it. Please take the time to read. Anything helps. And if you can not I understand. I can not the entire amount. Which is why I am turning to fund raising. 

Here is the go fund me link . 

go fund me link

Here is what happened. 

On 01/08/16 I was involved in a auto accident. More specifically I was cut off when the other car clipped the front of the car and I hit a curb then ran into a ditch.  I was coming home from work around midnight. The other drive never stop they just drove off. I was not able to get a license number. 

Herein is the problem. The car I was driving that night was my mothers. She is 67 and in a wheel chair. The car is set up with hand controls for someone who can not use their feet. The car is a 96 Monte Carlo. It’s worth about half of the estimated repairs. But, because of her disability she MUST have a 2 door sedan with bench seats ( not bucket ) . Very few models after 2000 offer this option, which is why this car has had two engines and two transmissions. She needs either this car or one very similar, and there are few left on the road today. 

The damages to the car are extensive but fixable. The car needs three rims, 4 tires, a new CV axle ( drive axle ) , one control arm, driver side strut assembly, broken door window and some damage to the bumper and front end. . We are not looking to fix the cosmetic damages. We just need the car to run. 

She only had state liability on the car, so insurance is not going to help. Both are credits are poor, so we can not get a loan to fix it. Otherwise I would just apply for a credit card and pay for it that way. Finding a used car that is a two door sedan with buckets seats is going to be tough. I have looked. And similar Monte Carlos they are asking about 3,000 for. So we are stuck fixing this one or spending about the same to get another used one IF we can find one. 

Although the accident was not my fault I still am responsible for fixing this. I was the one behind the wheel. Which , ironically I rarely drive the car. It is hard to drive because it is set up for someone who uses hand controls. And although I could pay for the repair if they were to set me up on a payment plan , they will not. Not even with a high interest. I just do not have that type of money in my savings. I can invest about 500 of my own money. Which I am. I am hoping to be able to use that money to fix the window and the front end damage, which is not critical for the car to run.  The main issue is the money needs to be raised now before they start charging us to store it at the shop. 

Thank you all. I really appreciate it. And I know my mother does to. 

 

The car is sitting at Perfection auto body. They have done affordable work before on a different vehicle, I trust that they are honest. 

Anyone in the south PA/Maryland area hit me up. We need to co-mingle.

Coexistence? No. We are Satanist. Although we do not promote religious bigotry or unneeded violence, should you choose to align yourself with a religion that is responsible for the murder and repression of millions under the false pretense of this or that God you ARE MY ENEMY.

I will not white knight around preaching coexistence. Nor will I question ' why can't we all get along' . We Satanists are not looking for acceptance or ' equality '. Make no mistake. I want nothing more than to see your religion of fear and hatred that is responsible for the deaths of millions destroyed. As long as I am alive this will be a goal of mine. 

When fire breathes it's last goodbye 

Extinguishing the Suns lidded eye

The shade brings life as dark surrounds

And unexpected screams abound

Blood slithers down a rusty blade

Sheathed in flesh a soul to fade

A maniac smiles behind a mask

Relishing his demonic task

Footsteps echoing from behind

A sudden turn, no life to find

Exercising futility

Victims always franticly

Search in vain to find escape

From a most horrific fate

Fear surely gripping their hearts

It's claws will tear their lives part

And when it happens no time to run

An unexpected end begun

Pain shoots forth like lightning's flash

As hopes and dreams are burned to ash

Blood spilled across a dirty floor

The life that was now shuts its door

And from the body comes a sigh

Like fire breathing its last goodbye

I was raised in a religious household, but as I grew older I was always bothered by the hypocrisy I saw around me by those who professed to be "Christians." I have set out to discover all I can about my life and the spiritual world around me. 

I enjoy the pleasures of life! Especially the pleasures of fleshly pursuits. Looking forward to meeting other members and learning from you, maybe having a little fun along the way.

Hail, members of this site.

I've been on this site since it got started up, but I haven't been on it in a while. But I'm wanting to get back into it and start learning some new things and meeting some people!

I'm from a small town in England about 45 minutes away from London, and I'm moving to University in September.

I have some conflicting opinions in regards to politics and certain subjects like social darwinism, as I think there are exceptions of 'weak' people that are of great importance and essential to the progression of knowledge, maybe even power.

Anyway, I'd love to hear from someone... Anyone?... 

Of course unless you're from like Africa asking me stupid stuff like "How do I sell my soul to the devil?" Or something cooky.

Un peuple n’a qu’un ennemi dangereux, c’est son gouvernement.

Now for the LOOOOOOOOLZ the latest news from the O9A Cabaret:

The Law and The Police

I have some forty years experience of interaction with the police, from ordinary constables and detectives, to custody sergeants, to officers from specialist branches such as SO12, SO13, and crime squads. During that time, I have known far more good police officers than bad – corrupt – ones. Furthermore, I realized that most of those I came into contact with were good individuals, motivated by the best of intentions, who were trying to do their best, often under difficult circumstances, and often to help victims of dishonourable deeds, catch those responsible for such deeds, and/or prevent such deeds…

So the cops are no longer the guardians of the oppressive Magian System or the prime example of the Homo Hubris or whatever. Now, they are honorable individuals motivated by an instinct for honor and fairness, not by the cash they get, no, just no. A job of a policeman is like any other job. There is nothing honorable or dishonorable about it. You do what you are paid for.

In truth they, those officers, as one of them once said to me, were guided by what ‘was laid down’ and did not presume to or tried hard not to overstep their authority; guided as they were by the law, that accumulated received wisdom of what was and is good in society…

Yeah the law reflects the accumulated wisdom of what is good in a society, rather then the arbitrary whims of this or that government, riiiight. And sure, the police must act according to the rules, no matter how ridiculous.

…a law which (at least in Britain and so far as I know) saught to embody a respect for what was fair and which concept of fairness was and always has been (again, at least in Britain and so far as I know) untainted, uncorrupted, by any political ideology.

LMAO! This really made my day. The law has nothing to do with the politics. No fucking way! It’s not the politicians that make the law, no way.

Now I know, I understand, I appreciate, that for that reason – of so being mindful of the limits of their authority, of being guided by what had been laid down over decades – those people, those police officers, were far better individuals than the arrogant, the hubriatic, extremist I was…

Don’t worry. Cameron has a way to deal with the likes of you, soon… Which brings us back to:

Extremists – The Modern Boogeymen.

David Cameron has just announced his new counter-terrorism bill, which is directed against the so-called non-violent extremists; people who don’t even incite violence but simply have and express radical views or, to put it bluntly, the views that are not politically correct. Anyone who expresses views that the government views as extreme will have to apply for permission to post in newspapers or online. Those judged as extremists will have to submit their material to the police for approval before they can publish it. The groups and organizations seeking to undermine democracy will be banned. The bill targets mainly Islamic groups but it can also have a negative impact on National Socialists and any other group inconvenient to the government.

The new law will also ban the radicals from giving speeches and lectures at the universities. There are plans to draw the list of speakers banned from the universities. If such a list is created, the universities will have to obey and refuse entry to the unwelcome visitors. The point is to protect young people from being drawn to radicalism.

The criterion for inclusion in the list would be the holding and promoting of non-violent extremist views (violent extremism being already banned). So, quite naturally, my fellow dons and I have been asking ourselves what constitutes an ‘extremist’ view. After all, one man’s extremist is another man’s purveyor of common sense. And, in any case, ‘freedom of speech within the law’ means nothing if it does not encompass the freedom to articulate very unpopular views and if it does not uphold, unequivocally, the right to give offence.

If ‘non-violent extremists’ can’t express their views at universities, where can they?

Prince Charles is also worried about radicalization of young people. In his opinion, the crazy stuff on the internet is definitely to blame:

Young people in Britain are being radicalised at an “alarming” rate, the Prince of Wales has said… “This is one of the greatest worries, I think, and the extent to which this is happening is the alarming part, and particularly in a country like ours where you know the values we hold dear,” he said… “The frightening part is that people can be so radicalised either by contact with somebody else or via the internet, and the extraordinary amount of crazy stuff which is on the internet…”

This is just Great Britain but everywhere terrorism is used as a convenient scarecrow to convince gullible masses to give up more and more of their constitutional “rights” in the name of security. Hate speech is another scarecrow used to limit free speech in the name of democracy and tolerance.

Hmm… perhaps, this is the reason behind the latest O9A comedy/comedies; moron Camoron’s antics. But don’t be fooled, ladies and gentlemen, appearances are misleading. The rumor has it that one of Cameron’s trusted advisors is an O9A spy. The proposed referendum on British membership of the EU is actually his idea. The aim is to let the damn European Union fall apart and speed up the coming of the Empire of Vindex. The ooky spooky O9A tribes in Britain also plan to kidnap the Royal Baby and demand a huge ransom that will totally ruin the government budget.

You bathe in the sunlight of spring,
While I’m forever stuck in this dreary autumn.
Like a flower that will never bloom,
Forever in this dreary autumn…

This dreadful emptiness,
The cold, cold world.
You slammed the door on me,
you locked me in the cold.

Every person in Lyra’s world has a daemon…it would be very strange for people to see someone without one. It’d be just as strange as seeing someone without a head. Someone without a daemon would be considered horribly mutated — missing something essential.

I’m at the train station when it suddenly dawns on me that I left my baggage at the hotel. I can’t come back home without my things. I rush to the hotel, hoping that I’ll just grasp my bags and manage to catch the train. I explain the matter to the receptionist, she takes a bunch of keys and I follow her upstairs. She opens the door and lets me in. I pick up my things, among them such important stuff as money, documents and an identity card and pack them to the suitcase. There are also some old useless newspapers, which I throw into a dustbin.

I’m just about to leave when I notice a small box on the shelf. I reach for it and open…

I can’t even find the proper words to describe how I feel when I open the mysterious box. There is an animal in the box, a chinchilla, thirsty and in agony. I took it with me on a holiday, put it aside and forgot about it. For three days I was having fun while it was locked in the dark box, suffering, without food and water. It bites me while I try to touch it. I’m crying when I’m holding it under the tap and it is drinking.

The same nasty tiresome dream, repeating itself over and over again. The details vary, but the message is the same. I discover something I forgot about, a nearly dead animal in pain, hungry, thirsty, neglected. The remorse I feel is overwhelming. I never felt like this in all my life. I feel so bad about myself and about what I did that I would prefer it were dead so that it wouldn’t remind me about my guilt.

I hope that one day I will find my poor suffering pet, my lost Self. I hope that one day I will learn what I’ve been doing wrong all my life. I’m sure I won’t like the revelation.

... One day the Emperor received a large package labeled "The Nightingale."

"This must be another book about my celebrated bird," he said. But it was not a book. In the box was a work of art, an artificial nightingale most like the real one except that it was encrusted with diamonds, rubies and sapphires. When it was wound, the artificial bird could sing one of the nightingale's songs while it wagged its glittering gold and silver tail. Round its neck hung a ribbon inscribed: "The Emperor of Japan's nightingale is a poor thing compared with that of the Emperor of China."...

"Now let's have them sing together. What a duet that will be," said the courtiers.

So they had to sing together, but it didn't turn out so well, for the real nightingale sang whatever came into his head while the imitation bird sang by rote.

"That's not the newcomer's fault," said the music master. "He keeps perfect time, just as I have taught him."

Then they had the imitation bird sing by itself. It met with the same success as the real nightingale, and besides it was much prettier to see, all sparkling like bracelets and breastpins. Three and thirty times it sang the selfsame song without tiring. The courtiers would gladly have heard it again, but the Emperor said the real nightingale should now have his turn. Where was he? No one had noticed him flying out the open window, back to his home in the green forest.

"But what made him do that?" said the Emperor.

All the courtiers slandered the nightingale, whom they called a most ungrateful wretch...

"You see, ladies and gentlemen, and above all Your Imperial Majesty, with a real nightingale one never knows what to expect, but with this artificial bird everything goes according to plan."...
The real nightingale had been banished from the land... (from "The Nightingale")


Can a bird sing only the song it knows? Or can it learn a new song? Many people sing the same old shit over and over again, usually the same old shit they were programmed with. Sometimes, they call it education. Education, as they mean it, is stuffing your mind with other people's ideas. So they leave their schools and mindlessly repeat the stuff they were taught.

Such minds rarely change even if they change the label. So you have former Christians replacing their God with a new god, be it science, experts or whatever. The same old song, the same old shit, the same old habits and the same mind bowing to the authority in the utmost display of conformity.

If you're not the author of the music and lyrics, then whose song are you singing? Sure as hell, it's not yours. Many would wish you to conform to their so-called standards, to sing what they want you to sing. A mechanical bird is more predictable and easier to control. It doesn't have moods. Would you sacrifice your freedom of thought for someone's approval?

The Chicken Yard



There is this saying "Sticking feathers up your butt doesn't make you a chicken." I would choose a less mediocre bird here, like a peacock or an eagle. A chicken can pretend to be an eagle or a peacock but the mask falls off when you ask the motherfucker to fly. It's a sad spectacle to watch.

Is a label important? What does changing a label mean without a change in your life, without getting rid of the stuff you were programmed with? There is a price to pay for living your life the way you want and for trying to think for yourself. That price is most often the disapproval of others and rejection. Sometimes, it can mean losing your friends, your job, even family and in some shitty circumstances even your life. However, if you swim with with the current, you'll never be a good swimmer.

"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever." "And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain." There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

Vision
Joana, the heroine of the movie "Agnosia", suffers from a peculiar illness. She's blind but not because she sees nothing but because she sees too much. Her mind has no filter and her little brain is constantly flooded with the stimuli it cannot process. As a result, she's in the state of permanent confusion, not able to recognize people and objects around her. One would think that if you see more, you're wiser. Not in the case of Joana, though. Her problematic "gift" cripples her, she cannot even walk properly. You can almost pity her when you see her crawling on the bathroom floor.

Her father produces unique lens for telescopes. Before he dies, he tells Joana his industrial secret. For her, it's only a string of meaningless numbers but it's a treasure for her father's enemies. When he dies, they use her deplorable condition to extract the secret from her. As Joana sees and doesn't see at the same time, she's not aware of the dangerous conspiracy  going around her. Her mind, preoccupied with the insignificant details, can't see the bigger picture, can't focus on what is the most important. As a result, her father's empire is taken over, her relationship with her fiance is destroyed and, finally, she dies shot at the steps to the cathedral.



Stratification
A petty mind is like a weapon in the hands of a madman. You can never know the day and the hour when it strikes but you can sense the approaching disaster. If you take a ride with a staggering drunkard, you can be damn sure it will be your last ride. The same is with someone who has his head up his ass. If you give in to your own delusions or the bullshit narratives of other people, you will have to pay, if not now, then in months, years or even decades.

You can delude yourself that you are a special snowflake, that you are better and smarter than others. If you can't see further than the end of your nose, if you can't predict the consequences of your actions, if you live only here and now, you are a mere pawn on that chessboard called life.

Wisdom
Some time ago, there was a big scandal in Poland that triggered a national debate about religious freedom, the rights of doctors and patients and democracy, in general. A respectable doctor refused to perform an abortion of a terminally ill child because of his Catholic views. That was hardly surprising, because he had a legal right to do this, however, he also had a legal obligation to send a woman to another doctor. He not only didn't do this but also lied to the woman that her child was healthy. When she finally learned her child was going to die, it was too late for an abortion. The doctor was punished but it hardly compensated for the woman's false hopes and her suffering while she watched her child die.

Many Catholics tried to make a martyr out of the doctor, saying that he was loyal to his Church, that he followed the rules of his faith, they quoted the pope and the Saints, and atheists, as usual, blamed the religion for close-mindedness of its adherents. It's a pity that the doctor forgot the most important imperative of his faith - to see God in another human being. Seeing "God" in another person is nothing more or less than simple human empathy, the ability to put yourself in another person's shoes, to feel what she feels, to understand what she thinks and how she may suffer.

There is a fundamental truth in the words "The kingdom of God is within you." If its religious meaning is put aside, then it simply means that the depth of your mind is the source of wisdom, the unconscious mind that is the dwelling of intuition and the deep empathic understanding of things.

The corruption of knowledge
Knowledge can be found in books and in the heads of other people. It's easy to lose wisdom in the stream of facts and insignificant details. Other people's ideas are like the noise which deafens you to the barely audible inner voice of wisdom. Studying will never replace experience and there can be no insight without being in tune with other people.

As there are many narrow paths to wisdom, there are also many highways to stupidity. Just like a cockroach infesting the poor and the luxurious kitchens, stupidity doesn't care about a religious label. Neither does it care about a social status or a university degree.

The swines and the pearls
It's been said many times that the nine Satanic sins are the sins against reality. They are punished neither by God nor the Devil, but by life. If you try to build castles in the sky, you risk that, eventually, you will be dragged down to face the desert of the real.

One of such sins is solipsism; deluding yourself that other people share your views and values, that they understand your more or less lofty ideas. Most people are mediocre and even if they appear to be intelligent, it's because their heads are full of other people's ideas. Talking to them is like throwing the pearls before the swines. If you try to be honest with them, if you open your heart, they will crucify you or, worse, drag you down to their level of petty and pathetic bullshit.

That some things should be left unsaid was well understood by women in the past, who locked their diaries in safe and secret places. It wasn't so much the fear of compromise as the awareness of the fact that most people are prone to passing judgements without even bothering to understand. Talking to such people is like talking to the wall. Whatever you say will fall on deaf ears.



While the wise look at the horizon, the fools sit on the beach counting the grains of sand. It's a prerogative of an idiot to take everything under his magnifying glass, to adhere to his religion, ideology or philosophy with an unshaken pedantic scrupulosity. In that way, the things that are really important get lost among the things that only appear to be important. Like T.S. Eliot wrote, we lose wisdom in knowledge and knowledge in information. Sometimes, reason can make us blind, like the poor Rabbit, like poor Joana and many others.

1) Dress for ceremony.

2) Light candles and torches

3) Ring bell 9xs

4) Invocation of Deities such as Satan and others.

5) The blessing of hell.

6) Drinking from chalice or goblet.

7) The Initiation Procedure.

A) Warshipful Master: And now that I am filled with the power of Satan within me I have the power to grant your wishes should it please me to do so. Wast no moment of ilfated chater as it will incure my anger, so lift up your heads and tell me your desires!

Initiate knocks nine times on the door and a member of the procetion or congregation says: Worshipful Master there is an alarm at the door!

W.M. Attend to the alarm.

Said member goes to the door knocks nine times and cracks the door saying: Who seeks entry here?

Initiate whom is dressed in a white robe and chains aroun his/her wrists and anckles says:  One whom no longer lives in ignorance and craves the knowledge of Lord Lucifer.

Participate: You may enter the chamber of Satan and proced with your initiation.

The initiate then walks up to the Worshipful Master.

B) W.M. What is your name? Initiate gives legal name or one that it is to be known within the community. And then it is explained to the initiate the rights and privileges as associated to the order if such exists.

C) W.M. You may now proced to the first of three stations of the ceremony. 

The initiate comes to the first station of whom a "Rabbi" is expecting him/her while he/she is accompanied by two participants.

Rabbi:  I am a high priest of the temple of Judah, from henceforth the true and faithful religion has sprung up. I extend my hand with the true holy texets so that you may know the truth.

Initiate: I deny the existence of your deity and proclaim that Judaism is a false religion built upon lies.

The Rabbi taps the initiate on the forhead while saying that he/she will be damned for life and the initiate falls backwards while the 2 participants catch her him and is raised back up.

Initiate then goes to the next station and approaches the "christian" whom says upon arrival: I am the minister of the truth that has been taught to the apostles by Jesus the Christ, I ask you do you except Jesus into your life as your Lord and Savior?

Initiate: The crucifix symbolize paled incompetence hanging on a tree. The so called Gospel of Christ was written no sooner then decades after his supposed life and therefore cannot be truth. I deny the existence of God Jehovah, Christ the son and the Holy Ghost.

Christian: You are surely damned into the fires of Hell.

The Christian then taps the initiate on the forhead, whom falls backwards and is caught by the two participants from behind.

The initiate now approaches the Islamic leader.

Muslim: It is my sworn duty to convert you to Islam or destroy you.

Initiate: Then destroy me because Mohammed was a lier and a child molester.

The Koran is tappet on the initiates forhead and falls backwards. However this time the initiate is gently layed down onto the floor and a funeral march is now played.

D) W.M. (now reading from Lovecraft): The time would be easy to know, the mankind would be like Great Old One's; free and wild and beyond good and evil; with laws and morels throughn out the door. And with all man shouting and killing and revealing in joy. And then the old ones will reveal new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves and the earth would flame with a holocaust of of ecstasy and freedom. Meanwhile the cult, by appropriate rites, must keep alive the memory of the Old ways and shadow of there return. In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entomed Old One's in dreams, but then something happened.

He cut himself off hurriedly, and no amount of persuasion or subtle could elicit in this direction. The size of the Old One's, too, be curiously declined to mention. Of the cult, he said that he thought that the contry lay amid the pathless deserts of Arabia, where Irem, the city of pillars, dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied with the European witch-cult, and was virtually unknown beyond its members. No book had really hinted at it, though the deathless Chinamen said that there where double meanings in the Necronomican of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, which the the initiate may read as they choose, especially the much discussed couplet:

That which is dead may eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.

With this pronouncement, the initiate springs to life and, if possible, may stand up under her/his own power.

Note: This rather long so I'll post the remainder at a later point.

You may have  noticed the new library. Feel free to add to it. Make a link to a PDF file like I did.