Overcoming enemy attacks, neve lose faith in our gods!

[Old Thunder]

Greetings to our beautiful satanic family.

I take the occasion of our festivities to write about a very important topic. It being: how one deals with Being attacked and the aftermath of said attacks in the long term.

I've been Dedicated for almost 10 years now, and i have been doing spiritual warfare for most of it. The first years since i joined i didn't experience any attacks. I had known they happened to others. I was very relaxed about the Matter. The spiritual came very easily to me, i advanced quickly but i didn't gave much importance the knowledge that we are in a full on war and that anyone could be attacked at any time. I had knowledge of others who were bullied out of meditating because of "bad dreams" that were effectively enemy attacks.

To any dedicated satanist that partakes in spiritual warfare ennemy attacks are no surprise. Even satanist that do not participate in warfare for any reason are no strangers to being on the receiving end of the enemy's hatred and malice. But assuming that they are only as tame as some "bad luck" or a nightmare every now and then is quite the self-deluding way to assume one isn't in any real danger and that the enemy cannot hurt you as badly because we are on "the winning side" which is a mentality that will land you straight in front the of the jew's gun of endless filth gun.

So as i said i was very proud of my advancement, and of my (at that time) so-thought-to-be "privileged" position in the grand scale of things that my hubris got the better of me, the enemy took hold of the oportunity and so began my plight.

One day while i was working the strangest and most scary thing happened to me: i lost my eyesight, all of a sudden. Without any symptoms. No headaches, no dizziness, nothing. It was worse than darkness i could see things but there was a bright spot of light that didn't let me identify what i was looking at. As i could i got to my room where i slept it off, i dissmissed it as an "occurence of the time" and the thought never crossed my mind that it was an spiritual attack. After all i was "immune" to those and it was my first year doing spiritual warfare. The old RTRs. I was so into them i had several of them memorized and would spontaneously do them several times. I also would go certain lenghts of time without readin the E-groups. Warfare was all there was and the o ly thing in my mind, there was no aura cleaning or aura of protection to be done for the "super satanis that had never been attacked" thus my life continued on the same route. Until 2018, the year the Final RTR was released. Only weeks prior to it being posted the most hideous attack was perpetrated uppon me.

I was reading a book when the blasted eye symtomps started again, it had been years since the first and only time it happened so i dismissed it, thinking to myself: "i only need to sleep it off again" so i drove back home precariously, more through instinct than sight somehow making it home where it got worse. I was completely blind on one half of my right eye, only seeing a golden blur. I went to my room and slept. When i woke up, the eye symptoms were gone, only this time replaced by stroke-like symptoms. My mouth was numb i couldn't feel half of my right hand, i went to my parents to try and tell them what was happening but i found to my horror that i couldn't speak. The words just wouldn't form in my head and even when they did my mouth was unable to speak them. Having a background in medical studies i only could think of a stroke. The symptoms were similar but anyone that knows how a stroke works could tell you that that isn't how they work. The symptoms shiftet from side to side of my body i regained speach every now and then and lost my eye sight frecuently just to recover it later. My mind wanted to make sense of the situation by holding it consecuence soley of physical issues. I had many studies done to me, MRI, TAC, a plethora of blood tests, and psychological therapy but nothing ever came out anomalos. It could only had been an enemy attack i thought. The symptoms got worse since then for a long time. Half of my body would go numb, cramps suddenly happened for some seconds and went away without sequels. My memmory was affected the most i couldn't remember many things and i had most trouble paying atention/learning new things. My speech was affected greatly and many other things. Most devastating of it all was that at that point i couldn't feel anything spiritual. Any meditation would wreck havock in me, and leave me nearly incapacitated for several minutes.

I was brought to my knees.

I was unable to heal myself because i couldn't meditate or do any workings. The following months i was attacked mercilessly, the image of Xian symbols, their prayers i could hear in my mind from sunrise to sunset. Enemy entities would appear on top of me while i slept trying to suffocate me. And many other things.

I was unable to learn any new methods of anything physical or spiritual because my memory was a haze.

I was unable to think straight or conjure any form of complex thought.

I was basically a walking corpse. No mind only a body moving through the world.

Not all that happened in those months was bad. I found myself working finding my way trough satanism slowly building up myself one grain of sand at a time. My guide were dreams which meanings were revealed to my by other satanists who helped me gratly. I found who my guardian was trough my dreams, i saw her Sigil tattooed on my arm. I went trough many sigils until i found the one. Far from just being a simple relief it showed me 2 things. There was still "life" left in me and mos important of all: that i wasn't alone. I continued to do warfare doing whatever ammount of rituals that i could i always tried my best to stay consistent with it.

Month's came and went i found myself getting better, thought attacks still happened, gruesome dreams and the symptoms I've wrote so much about. Finally, not too long ago i started to see the sigil of another demoness that called to my atention it was the Sigil of the lady Marchosias. Shortly after i had a beautiful dream full of satanic symbols. And my GD who is the ladi Haagenti/Bastet let me know that the attack was meant to sever me from the spiritual and t hgv at i no longer need to fear being attacked like that.

So here i write this story of mine to let those who have not being attacked in such a mannet to build their protection and not take our situation lightly. Be dedicated in your service to the gods and our cause and be dedicated in caring for yourselves.

And to those who found themselves in the same position as me and so many others: never falter! Have faith in the gods! They will never forsake you. You are very loved and nothing there's nothing enemy can do to take the love of the gods away from you. If you still struggle through the aftermath of such attacks know that you are never alone and that Father Satan and the gods will never abandon their own.

I am most grateful for the efforts of so many of the gods to help me and eother SS brothers and sisters and the ministry.for their valuable aid.

Hail Satan!
Hail Bastet!
Hail Marchosias!
Hail Buer!
Hail Pazuzu!
Hail The great powers of hell!
Hail the joy of satan ministry and all our satanic warriors!

TO VICTORY!