Let's Start with the basics: My Name is Alex and, while I can't tell you, my Brothers and Sisters in Satanism my full name due to the fact that you just know those douchebag Xians are spying on every post, I can tell you I am VERY proud of my name.
I started off going as the child of a heroine addicted couple, up until I was three, it was a constant battle from what I've heard, my birth father would repetitively pick "bugs" off of my hair and said often I "Looked like baby Jesus", HAH, if only he could meet me now, right? After a bout got a bit of publicity, he fought the legal system tooth and nail to get me back from being put up from adoption, even going as far as kidnapping me, wrapping me in a blanket and walking out of town on the side of the road in the middle of a blizzard. I suppose he was one tenacious son of a bitch.
From there I was put into a foster home with my more or less "Grandma", whom was heavily Christian, but I always lost interest when the pastor was preaching like it was just drivel and thought "Why should I listen to a guy practically slobbering all over a mic" and all I really cared about was the large scale pot lucks the damn place would have, but I recall a moment: the very first time I picked up a "bible" cause I got bored of hearing the pedo-priest's chatter and then I heard the phrase "Alex, that won't do you any good" and I looked around, and I knew it came from somewhere close, like right beside me, but it wasn't in any direction: it was inside my head, Telepathy. Naturally, I was confused since no one was there then I asked my grandma if she said it and she told me to be quiet and made the WORST noise the human body can make (in my opinion) that "SHHHHH" crap. I didn't really look at the book because I knew there was wisdom in those words, I don't know how I knew, I just did. I see now that this was my Guardian Demoness Nephthys.
I would always start shit with everyone, a natural trouble maker, stealing candy in the middle of the night and hell, I almost jumped out of the car going on the freeway (70mph) once because I thought of myself as an imaginary Superhero called "Dark Thunder Boy" back then, pretty clever for a 4 year old and I would even draw these almost super-grays as enemies, most of them looked pretty cool. I would imagine myself doing crazy stunts beyond human conditioning (heck, I still do) and some other crazy crap. I HATED being ignored, to the point of repetitively punching (the punches started with a tap and got progressively harder) an upperclassmen who was older by about three years when he snapped and kicked my 4 year old ass, it was bad, I would have a few broken ribs if I weren't "lucky". Some nuts over at the church even said I was under "God's divine protection". She got that right, she just had the wrong "God" entirely. I had also heard the boy who beat me up was in the hospital (I didn't think anything of this at the time). After a bit of switching around from home to home (7 times) I finally found it. A real Family that I love and respect to this day, even though I'm in my teens.
I loved my new home, heck, I still have my Super Nintendo (Though it's with my friend), the very first Yule present I got. The day I got officially adopted was November 28th. I don't know what significance that number has but I'm sure it does.
Yet, I've ALWAYS had an inkling towards the occult, the mystic, the aberrations and oddities of the world. I was watching the show Ancient Aliens because I felt I could piece together everything and I kinda gave up after they stopped showing new episodes then After my chest hair grew in the shape of an inverted pentagram I was like "Fuck it. I've been putting it off long enough, time to do some research" and I'll give you a hint which site popped up on Google when I typed in Satanism. Immediately after I found it I was reading every page I could find, it was like I was in a candy store with an infinite credit card. I could tell, all of the pieces I put together, all of the pieces I was ABOUT to put together and all of the rest of the pieces were all alighted PERFECTLY. This entire truth I'd been trying to crack was sitting here, completely open. I was impressed to say the least. I didn't think twice and even convinced my Mom (Who is still "Christian" but isn't actually Xian at all) to let me do the dedication outside. It was the greatest. That was on April 16th last year. Ever since then EVERYTHING has been going my way, if only in the small details. I couldn't be happier... well, maybe if I had a job. BUT, I can't help but feel enthralled at the possibilities: My limits are removed, my shackles gone, yet for some reason I feel sentiment towards this cage, a will to make it better before flying the coup. Thank you, Brothers and Sisters for taking the time out of your day to read this little bit of personal history.
Hail Lord Satan, God of Truth!
Hail the Four Crowned Princes of Duat!
And Hail The Siblings Of The Serpent!
I started off going as the child of a heroine addicted couple, up until I was three, it was a constant battle from what I've heard, my birth father would repetitively pick "bugs" off of my hair and said often I "Looked like baby Jesus", HAH, if only he could meet me now, right? After a bout got a bit of publicity, he fought the legal system tooth and nail to get me back from being put up from adoption, even going as far as kidnapping me, wrapping me in a blanket and walking out of town on the side of the road in the middle of a blizzard. I suppose he was one tenacious son of a bitch.
From there I was put into a foster home with my more or less "Grandma", whom was heavily Christian, but I always lost interest when the pastor was preaching like it was just drivel and thought "Why should I listen to a guy practically slobbering all over a mic" and all I really cared about was the large scale pot lucks the damn place would have, but I recall a moment: the very first time I picked up a "bible" cause I got bored of hearing the pedo-priest's chatter and then I heard the phrase "Alex, that won't do you any good" and I looked around, and I knew it came from somewhere close, like right beside me, but it wasn't in any direction: it was inside my head, Telepathy. Naturally, I was confused since no one was there then I asked my grandma if she said it and she told me to be quiet and made the WORST noise the human body can make (in my opinion) that "SHHHHH" crap. I didn't really look at the book because I knew there was wisdom in those words, I don't know how I knew, I just did. I see now that this was my Guardian Demoness Nephthys.
I would always start shit with everyone, a natural trouble maker, stealing candy in the middle of the night and hell, I almost jumped out of the car going on the freeway (70mph) once because I thought of myself as an imaginary Superhero called "Dark Thunder Boy" back then, pretty clever for a 4 year old and I would even draw these almost super-grays as enemies, most of them looked pretty cool. I would imagine myself doing crazy stunts beyond human conditioning (heck, I still do) and some other crazy crap. I HATED being ignored, to the point of repetitively punching (the punches started with a tap and got progressively harder) an upperclassmen who was older by about three years when he snapped and kicked my 4 year old ass, it was bad, I would have a few broken ribs if I weren't "lucky". Some nuts over at the church even said I was under "God's divine protection". She got that right, she just had the wrong "God" entirely. I had also heard the boy who beat me up was in the hospital (I didn't think anything of this at the time). After a bit of switching around from home to home (7 times) I finally found it. A real Family that I love and respect to this day, even though I'm in my teens.
I loved my new home, heck, I still have my Super Nintendo (Though it's with my friend), the very first Yule present I got. The day I got officially adopted was November 28th. I don't know what significance that number has but I'm sure it does.
Yet, I've ALWAYS had an inkling towards the occult, the mystic, the aberrations and oddities of the world. I was watching the show Ancient Aliens because I felt I could piece together everything and I kinda gave up after they stopped showing new episodes then After my chest hair grew in the shape of an inverted pentagram I was like "Fuck it. I've been putting it off long enough, time to do some research" and I'll give you a hint which site popped up on Google when I typed in Satanism. Immediately after I found it I was reading every page I could find, it was like I was in a candy store with an infinite credit card. I could tell, all of the pieces I put together, all of the pieces I was ABOUT to put together and all of the rest of the pieces were all alighted PERFECTLY. This entire truth I'd been trying to crack was sitting here, completely open. I was impressed to say the least. I didn't think twice and even convinced my Mom (Who is still "Christian" but isn't actually Xian at all) to let me do the dedication outside. It was the greatest. That was on April 16th last year. Ever since then EVERYTHING has been going my way, if only in the small details. I couldn't be happier... well, maybe if I had a job. BUT, I can't help but feel enthralled at the possibilities: My limits are removed, my shackles gone, yet for some reason I feel sentiment towards this cage, a will to make it better before flying the coup. Thank you, Brothers and Sisters for taking the time out of your day to read this little bit of personal history.
Hail Lord Satan, God of Truth!
Hail the Four Crowned Princes of Duat!
And Hail The Siblings Of The Serpent!
