Examples of Xian Depravity

[First L]

This past week I've been shown what my life would have been has I not become a Satanist. First my grandmother passed. Not the fast, pain-free and unexpected passing either. For me, it started when my grandfather (a man I admire despite being xian) fell and had a brain bleed. He had to have extensive care while he recovered and during all this SHE was being wishy washy about going into dialysis due to her failing kidneys.

Well, my grandfather recovered and we finally got her into dialysis (now that the attention was back to her). After a trip to Dallas (for my brothers wedding), she came back with mini-strokes and from there her real decline began. She stopped getting out and her muscles started withering. She broke off all friendships and clung to my grandfather like a leech.

She started messing with her medications (the doses) and suddenly started "falling" due to low blood pressure. I was only there once when she "fell." I helping out my granddad and watching her while he was at work (yes, at this point she needed babysitting 24/7). I was in the living room reading because I thought she was still asleep. Then I heard her talking on the phone to granddad. I got up and took it from her. For WHATEVER reason, she walked to the door as I told her to sit on the bed. As I was talking to granddad I saw her hover by the door and thought "Oh Gods no." She fell. While I was still on the phone.

Calmly I said goodbye to granddad and went to sit her up. I couldn't pick her up by myself so I had to call my granddad to help and pull him away from his radio talk show WHILE it was on the air.

This happened constantly and every family member had been present for at least one. The major one happened when my brother went to babysit her and granddad locked the door to the house. She had to get up and open it. She didn't. Instead she fell and cracked her head open on a desk. My brother (former football player and weightlifter) had to break the doors down to get her to the hospital.

From then on, she became too weak to move (no damage from the fall, just a cut on her head) and developed dementia. I saw two times after that in a hospital bed, withering and rotting away. She insisted going to dialysis even though she could barely get there. She died after granddad finally decided to take her off dialysis.

It was a startling image to me. Only because, what I saw wasn't my grandmother but ME as a xian had I stayed that course from childhood. Drained of all energy. Given up on life. Dieing alone with no achievements to leave behind. I never cried for her. Why? She never really lived. My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again. That is why I will never cry for her.

The other example Father Enki showed me was my aunt. Self-proclaimed oracle. She always valued materials over everything else (especially land for her pet-sitting business). She met a man and her xian church friends kept insisting he was the one for her. I met him only a few times at Yule. I didn't like him. And with good reason apparently.

Just a week after my grandmother's passing, the sheriff knocks on our door at 2 am. Dad had just left on a trip and mom and I were freaking out thinking something happened to him. He told us my aunt was in the ER.

She had been strangled three times, beaten mercilessly, and her face had been rammed against the cement porch of their home multiple times. Mom went to go pick her up and she stayed at our house that night. I learned from mom that the man my aunt had married had a previous account of beating the crap out his wife. He only got away with a month in jail for that (his family claimed she did it herself). His family had threatened her. He threatened to kill her. When mom and my brother went to pick some things from my aunt's house, the husbands brother came by and flipped my brother off.

Call me callous or inhuman but she brought that upon herself. Father Enki showed how possessiveness can ruin your life. How cruel and disgusting xians can really be and how they can be punished. I participated in some of the destruction ritual. I believe my Guardian (whom I asked to help me) took the energy I evoked and placed on them. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Throughout all of this, I know Father Enki and my Guardian have watched over me. Even though I had fallen out of my meditations, they still protected me and kept me strong in my faith! I wanted to publicly thank Father Enki for giving me these examples to live by. I learn from others failings and these will make me into a stronger Satanist.

Hail Father Enki!!
Hail Lord Dagon!!
Hail All the Mighty Gods of Duat!!

 

[Gutter Rainbow]

I don't call you callus or inhuman at all, I am actually glad you brought this story up cause I kind of feel the same way, even my parents sure they help me, and are kind to me, but I probably will not cry for them cause whatever pain and suffering (I am sure to soon witness) they bring on themselves, my dads an xian pastor, he devoted his life to spreading a lie to the world. His energy is like the energy of death itself, whenever he visits I have to use a sage smudging stick to get all that crap energy out of my apartment since meditating won't even do it, I love and have empathy for those that love and have empathy for the world. My take on it is when it comes to the xian "they are the soul cause of all their strife and they chose it". If anything no matter how they treat me (they are not that intolerant of my beliefs) its what they are doing to the world. As you probably know I am a very kind person too and not that agressive,
Here is what (who I suspect is my gaurdian or a demon) said to me in a dream though refering to my mom I think it applies to both my parents "Your moms soul is weak Just look into her eyes, she is pathetic, she has wasted her incarnations on a lie. There is no saving her" Call me calous all you want but I have felt love and empathy towards plenty of people.

On a final note the one phrase you said is very deep haunting and interesting, as a person who is into poetry and drama, I just have to say the way you put this is very good: "My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again"

Thats basically what the life who is without amounts to and I know what you mean. I don't know as I ever will be supporting my parents as they get older because of what they did to the world unless they change their mind. I can be a cold hard bitch or the most loving person you ever met.
Hail Satan

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "First L" <l33t_v4sh@... wrote:

This past week I've been shown what my life would have been has I not become a Satanist. First my grandmother passed. Not the fast, pain-free and unexpected passing either. For me, it started when my grandfather (a man I admire despite being xian) fell and had a brain bleed. He had to have extensive care while he recovered and during all this SHE was being wishy washy about going into dialysis due to her failing kidneys.

Well, my grandfather recovered and we finally got her into dialysis (now that the attention was back to her). After a trip to Dallas (for my brothers wedding), she came back with mini-strokes and from there her real decline began. She stopped getting out and her muscles started withering. She broke off all friendships and clung to my grandfather like a leech.

She started messing with her medications (the doses) and suddenly started "falling" due to low blood pressure. I was only there once when she "fell." I helping out my granddad and watching her while he was at work (yes, at this point she needed babysitting 24/7). I was in the living room reading because I thought she was still asleep. Then I heard her talking on the phone to granddad. I got up and took it from her. For WHATEVER reason, she walked to the door as I told her to sit on the bed. As I was talking to granddad I saw her hover by the door and thought "Oh Gods no." She fell. While I was still on the phone.

Calmly I said goodbye to granddad and went to sit her up. I couldn't pick her up by myself so I had to call my granddad to help and pull him away from his radio talk show WHILE it was on the air.

This happened constantly and every family member had been present for at least one. The major one happened when my brother went to babysit her and granddad locked the door to the house. She had to get up and open it. She didn't. Instead she fell and cracked her head open on a desk. My brother (former football player and weightlifter) had to break the doors down to get her to the hospital.

From then on, she became too weak to move (no damage from the fall, just a cut on her head) and developed dementia. I saw two times after that in a hospital bed, withering and rotting away. She insisted going to dialysis even though she could barely get there. She died after granddad finally decided to take her off dialysis.

It was a startling image to me. Only because, what I saw wasn't my grandmother but ME as a xian had I stayed that course from childhood. Drained of all energy. Given up on life. Dieing alone with no achievements to leave behind. I never cried for her. Why? She never really lived. My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again. That is why I will never cry for her.

The other example Father Enki showed me was my aunt. Self-proclaimed oracle. She always valued materials over everything else (especially land for her pet-sitting business). She met a man and her xian church friends kept insisting he was the one for her. I met him only a few times at Yule. I didn't like him. And with good reason apparently.

Just a week after my grandmother's passing, the sheriff knocks on our door at 2 am. Dad had just left on a trip and mom and I were freaking out thinking something happened to him. He told us my aunt was in the ER.

She had been strangled three times, beaten mercilessly, and her face had been rammed against the cement porch of their home multiple times. Mom went to go pick her up and she stayed at our house that night. I learned from mom that the man my aunt had married had a previous account of beating the crap out his wife. He only got away with a month in jail for that (his family claimed she did it herself). His family had threatened her. He threatened to kill her. When mom and my brother went to pick some things from my aunt's house, the husbands brother came by and flipped my brother off.

Call me callous or inhuman but she brought that upon herself. Father Enki showed how possessiveness can ruin your life. How cruel and disgusting xians can really be and how they can be punished. I participated in some of the destruction ritual. I believe my Guardian (whom I asked to help me) took the energy I evoked and placed on them. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Throughout all of this, I know Father Enki and my Guardian have watched over me. Even though I had fallen out of my meditations, they still protected me and kept me strong in my faith! I wanted to publicly thank Father Enki for giving me these examples to live by. I learn from others failings and these will make me into a stronger Satanist.

Hail Father Enki!!
Hail Lord Dagon!!
Hail All the Mighty Gods of Duat!!

 

[Brian Gibbons]

<td val[/IMG]Ever since I sent my family a FAMILY UPDATE FROM HELL,I haven't heard a word from them.I grew up in the same kind of family too.Most of my cousins are pastors of those sick churches too Gutter.I hope they all get what they want,enslaved for eternity.
Hail Satan!

--- On Fri, 3/18/11, Gutter Rainbow <darkmonkey87@... wrote:

From: Gutter Rainbow <darkmonkey87@...
Subject: [JoS4adults] Re: Examples of Xian Depravity
To: [email protected]
Date: Friday, March 18, 2011, 1:19 AM

  I don't call you callus or inhuman at all, I am actually glad you brought this story up cause I kind of feel the same way, even my parents sure they help me, and are kind to me, but I probably will not cry for them cause whatever pain and suffering (I am sure to soon witness) they bring on themselves, my dads an xian pastor, he devoted his life to spreading a lie to the world. His energy is like the energy of death itself, whenever he visits I have to use a sage smudging stick to get all that crap energy out of my apartment since meditating won't even do it, I love and have empathy for those that love and have empathy for the world. My take on it is when it comes to the xian "they are the soul cause of all their strife and they chose it". If anything no matter how they treat me (they are not that intolerant of my beliefs) its what they are doing to the world. As you probably know I am a very kind person too and not that agressive,
Here is what (who I suspect is my gaurdian or a demon) said to me in a dream though refering to my mom I think it applies to both my parents "Your moms soul is weak Just look into her eyes, she is pathetic, she has wasted her incarnations on a lie. There is no saving her" Call me calous all you want but I have felt love and empathy towards plenty of people.

On a final note the one phrase you said is very deep haunting and interesting, as a person who is into poetry and drama, I just have to say the way you put this is very good: "My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again"

Thats basically what the life who is without amounts to and I know what you mean. I don't know as I ever will be supporting my parents as they get older because of what they did to the world unless they change their mind. I can be a cold hard bitch or the most loving person you ever met.
Hail Satan

--- [/IMG][email protected], "First L" <l33t_v4sh@... wrote:

This past week I've been shown what my life would have been has I not become a Satanist. First my grandmother passed. Not the fast, pain-free and unexpected passing either. For me, it started when my grandfather (a man I admire despite being xian) fell and had a brain bleed. He had to have extensive care while he recovered and during all this SHE was being wishy washy about going into dialysis due to her failing kidneys.

Well, my grandfather recovered and we finally got her into dialysis (now that the attention was back to her). After a trip to Dallas (for my brothers wedding), she came back with mini-strokes and from there her real decline began. She stopped getting out and her muscles started withering. She broke off all friendships and clung to my grandfather like a leech.

She started messing with her medications (the doses) and suddenly started "falling" due to low blood pressure. I was only there once when she "fell." I helping out my granddad and watching her while he was at work (yes, at this point she needed babysitting 24/7). I was in the living room reading because I thought she was still asleep. Then I heard her talking on the phone to granddad. I got up and took it from her. For WHATEVER reason, she walked to the door as I told her to sit on the bed. As I was talking to granddad I saw her hover by the door and thought "Oh Gods no." She fell. While I was still on the phone.

Calmly I said goodbye to granddad and went to sit her up. I couldn't pick her up by myself so I had to call my granddad to help and pull him away from his radio talk show WHILE it was on the air.

This happened constantly and every family member had been present for at least one. The major one happened when my brother went to babysit her and granddad locked the door to the house. She had to get up and open it. She didn't. Instead she fell and cracked her head open on a desk. My brother (former football player and weightlifter) had to break the doors down to get her to the hospital.

From then on, she became too weak to move (no damage from the fall, just a cut on her head) and developed dementia. I saw two times after that in a hospital bed, withering and rotting away. She insisted going to dialysis even though she could barely get there. She died after granddad finally decided to take her off dialysis.

It was a startling image to me. Only because, what I saw wasn't my grandmother but ME as a xian had I stayed that course from childhood. Drained of all energy. Given up on life. Dieing alone with no achievements to leave behind. I never cried for her. Why? She never really lived. My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again. That is why I will never cry for her.

The other example Father Enki showed me was my aunt. Self-proclaimed oracle. She always valued materials over everything else (especially land for her pet-sitting business). She met a man and her xian church friends kept insisting he was the one for her. I met him only a few times at Yule. I didn't like him. And with good reason apparently.

Just a week after my grandmother's passing, the sheriff knocks on our door at 2 am. Dad had just left on a trip and mom and I were freaking out thinking something happened to him. He told us my aunt was in the ER.

She had been strangled three times, beaten mercilessly, and her face had been rammed against the cement porch of their home multiple times. Mom went to go pick her up and she stayed at our house that night. I learned from mom that the man my aunt had married had a previous account of beating the crap out his wife. He only got away with a month in jail for that (his family claimed she did it herself). His family had threatened her. He threatened to kill her. When mom and my brother went to pick some things from my aunt's house, the husbands brother came by and flipped my brother off.

Call me callous or inhuman but she brought that upon herself. Father Enki showed how possessiveness can ruin your life. How cruel and disgusting xians can really be and how they can be punished. I participated in some of the destruction ritual. I believe my Guardian (whom I asked to help me) took the energy I evoked and placed on them. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Throughout all of this, I know Father Enki and my Guardian have watched over me. Even though I had fallen out of my meditations, they still protected me and kept me strong in my faith! I wanted to publicly thank Father Enki for giving me these examples to live by. I learn from others failings and these will make me into a stronger Satanist.

Hail Father Enki!!
Hail Lord Dagon!!
Hail All the Mighty Gods of Duat!!

[/TD]

 

[[email protected]]

Thank you for posting this, I also watch my grandparents and pity them for living as xians, for I know they would have been much better off had they found the truth. Well, there's no hope for my grandfather, I am quite certain that after this life his soul will dissolve into the kike created vortex of energy, he is that brainwashed. There is absolutely no hope for him. My dear grandmother though, there is hope for her. Unfortunately she is quite sick from a few serious diseases, but I hope in her next life she will find the truth. But my point is, by knowing them and how they have lived their lives of disappointment, I will be sure to live my life all the richer.

Hail Satan!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "First L" <l33t_v4sh@... wrote:

This past week I've been shown what my life would have been has I not become a Satanist. First my grandmother passed. Not the fast, pain-free and unexpected passing either. For me, it started when my grandfather (a man I admire despite being xian) fell and had a brain bleed. He had to have extensive care while he recovered and during all this SHE was being wishy washy about going into dialysis due to her failing kidneys.

Well, my grandfather recovered and we finally got her into dialysis (now that the attention was back to her). After a trip to Dallas (for my brothers wedding), she came back with mini-strokes and from there her real decline began. She stopped getting out and her muscles started withering. She broke off all friendships and clung to my grandfather like a leech.

She started messing with her medications (the doses) and suddenly started "falling" due to low blood pressure. I was only there once when she "fell." I helping out my granddad and watching her while he was at work (yes, at this point she needed babysitting 24/7). I was in the living room reading because I thought she was still asleep. Then I heard her talking on the phone to granddad. I got up and took it from her. For WHATEVER reason, she walked to the door as I told her to sit on the bed. As I was talking to granddad I saw her hover by the door and thought "Oh Gods no." She fell. While I was still on the phone.

Calmly I said goodbye to granddad and went to sit her up. I couldn't pick her up by myself so I had to call my granddad to help and pull him away from his radio talk show WHILE it was on the air.

This happened constantly and every family member had been present for at least one. The major one happened when my brother went to babysit her and granddad locked the door to the house. She had to get up and open it. She didn't. Instead she fell and cracked her head open on a desk. My brother (former football player and weightlifter) had to break the doors down to get her to the hospital.

From then on, she became too weak to move (no damage from the fall, just a cut on her head) and developed dementia. I saw two times after that in a hospital bed, withering and rotting away. She insisted going to dialysis even though she could barely get there. She died after granddad finally decided to take her off dialysis.

It was a startling image to me. Only because, what I saw wasn't my grandmother but ME as a xian had I stayed that course from childhood. Drained of all energy. Given up on life. Dieing alone with no achievements to leave behind. I never cried for her. Why? She never really lived. My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again. That is why I will never cry for her.

The other example Father Enki showed me was my aunt. Self-proclaimed oracle. She always valued materials over everything else (especially land for her pet-sitting business). She met a man and her xian church friends kept insisting he was the one for her. I met him only a few times at Yule. I didn't like him. And with good reason apparently.

Just a week after my grandmother's passing, the sheriff knocks on our door at 2 am. Dad had just left on a trip and mom and I were freaking out thinking something happened to him. He told us my aunt was in the ER.

She had been strangled three times, beaten mercilessly, and her face had been rammed against the cement porch of their home multiple times. Mom went to go pick her up and she stayed at our house that night. I learned from mom that the man my aunt had married had a previous account of beating the crap out his wife. He only got away with a month in jail for that (his family claimed she did it herself). His family had threatened her. He threatened to kill her. When mom and my brother went to pick some things from my aunt's house, the husbands brother came by and flipped my brother off.

Call me callous or inhuman but she brought that upon herself. Father Enki showed how possessiveness can ruin your life. How cruel and disgusting xians can really be and how they can be punished. I participated in some of the destruction ritual. I believe my Guardian (whom I asked to help me) took the energy I evoked and placed on them. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Throughout all of this, I know Father Enki and my Guardian have watched over me. Even though I had fallen out of my meditations, they still protected me and kept me strong in my faith! I wanted to publicly thank Father Enki for giving me these examples to live by. I learn from others failings and these will make me into a stronger Satanist.

Hail Father Enki!!
Hail Lord Dagon!!
Hail All the Mighty Gods of Duat!!

 

[[email protected]]

[*]Yeah I sent mine something like that..you must understand I grew up personally with All of the TBN xtian crew that you see on tv. I've eaten dinner with all of them etc. My stupid souless mother still gets cards an letters from those cons every year. When I was 20 I went to one of their revivals where there were over10k mindless idiots watching. I deliberately got in line to try to let them put the holy spirt in me...mind you that I had been working with demons since birth, I would not suggest this to anyone to try as what they do to you is soul ejection ...any way my turn came up an they put their hands on me..said a bunch of praying in the sport mumbo jumbo an tried to eject me...its like a bright flash hitting you..</li>I did not fall out like they intended. Instead I let the energy flow over my aura an pool in my hand chakras where I could put my own intent into it an really charge it up.
The preacher bouted off on how strong in christ I was an I left the line...an got right in the back for round 2.
When he saw me he carried on about how I wanted a double dose of gods power an he proceeded to go through the same bull shit, ..
I corrected him over his mike an said my turn!  With all the hate I could muster I slamed my hand against him,  the ushers,  an walls. They went flying back an down with what sounded like a bomb going off!  Everything had burns all over of my hand print.  I grabbed the mike an publicly renounced their god an told them what a fraud all of them were an they were all a bunch of sheeple etc.
I was promptly led off the premises ..lol
The point here is take a definitive stand against these pieces of shit an put them in their place. Humiliate them in front of their own an destroy them an their works every chance you get!
Hail Satan!
Hail Azazel!
Hail Hitler!

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-----Original message-----

From: Brian Gibbons <briangibbons20@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Fri, Mar 18, 2011 01:35:02 GMT+00:00
Subject: Re: [JoS4adults] Re: Examples of Xian Depravity

 

<td val[/IMG]Ever since I sent my family a FAMILY UPDATE FROM HELL,I haven't heard a word from them.I grew up in the same kind of family too.Most of my cousins are pastors of those sick churches too Gutter.I hope they all get what they want,enslaved for eternity.
Hail Satan!

--- On Fri, 3/18/11, Gutter Rainbow <darkmonkey87@... wrote:

From: Gutter Rainbow <darkmonkey87@...
Subject: [JoS4adults] Re: Examples of Xian Depravity
To: [email protected]
Date: Friday, March 18, 2011, 1:19 AM

  I don't call you callus or inhuman at all, I am actually glad you brought this story up cause I kind of feel the same way, even my parents sure they help me, and are kind to me, but I probably will not cry for them cause whatever pain and suffering (I am sure to soon witness) they bring on themselves, my dads an xian pastor, he devoted his life to spreading a lie to the world. His energy is like the energy of death itself, whenever he visits I have to use a sage smudging stick to get all that crap energy out of my apartment since meditating won't even do it, I love and have empathy for those that love and have empathy for the world. My take on it is when it comes to the xian "they are the soul cause of all their strife and they chose it". If anything no matter how they treat me (they are not that intolerant of my beliefs) its what they are doing to the world. As you probably know I am a very kind person too and not that agressive,
Here is what (who I suspect is my gaurdian or a demon) said to me in a dream though refering to my mom I think it applies to both my parents "Your moms soul is weak Just look into her eyes, she is pathetic, she has wasted her incarnations on a lie. There is no saving her" Call me calous all you want but I have felt love and empathy towards plenty of people.

On a final note the one phrase you said is very deep haunting and interesting, as a person who is into poetry and drama, I just have to say the way you put this is very good: "My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again"

Thats basically what the life who is without amounts to and I know what you mean. I don't know as I ever will be supporting my parents as they get older because of what they did to the world unless they change their mind. I can be a cold hard bitch or the most loving person you ever met.
Hail Satan

--- [/IMG][email protected], "First L" <l33t_v4sh@... wrote:

This past week I've been shown what my life would have been has I not become a Satanist. First my grandmother passed. Not the fast, pain-free and unexpected passing either. For me, it started when my grandfather (a man I admire despite being xian) fell and had a brain bleed. He had to have extensive care while he recovered and during all this SHE was being wishy washy about going into dialysis due to her failing kidneys.

Well, my grandfather recovered and we finally got her into dialysis (now that the attention was back to her). After a trip to Dallas (for my brothers wedding), she came back with mini-strokes and from there her real decline began. She stopped getting out and her muscles started withering. She broke off all friendships and clung to my grandfather like a leech.

She started messing with her medications (the doses) and suddenly started "falling" due to low blood pressure. I was only there once when she "fell." I helping out my granddad and watching her while he was at work (yes, at this point she needed babysitting 24/7). I was in the living room reading because I thought she was still asleep. Then I heard her talking on the phone to granddad. I got up and took it from her. For WHATEVER reason, she walked to the door as I told her to sit on the bed. As I was talking to granddad I saw her hover by the door and thought "Oh Gods no." She fell. While I was still on the phone.

Calmly I said goodbye to granddad and went to sit her up. I couldn't pick her up by myself so I had to call my granddad to help and pull him away from his radio talk show WHILE it was on the air.

This happened constantly and every family member had been present for at least one. The major one happened when my brother went to babysit her and granddad locked the door to the house. She had to get up and open it. She didn't. Instead she fell and cracked her head open on a desk. My brother (former football player and weightlifter) had to break the doors down to get her to the hospital.

From then on, she became too weak to move (no damage from the fall, just a cut on her head) and developed dementia. I saw two times after that in a hospital bed, withering and rotting away. She insisted going to dialysis even though she could barely get there. She died after granddad finally decided to take her off dialysis.

It was a startling image to me. Only because, what I saw wasn't my grandmother but ME as a xian had I stayed that course from childhood. Drained of all energy. Given up on life. Dieing alone with no achievements to leave behind. I never cried for her. Why? She never really lived. My mother told me her amazing ability with the piano. She could ad lib music and sight read on the first try. But what became of it? Dying echoes in a xian church, never to be heard again. That is why I will never cry for her.

The other example Father Enki showed me was my aunt. Self-proclaimed oracle. She always valued materials over everything else (especially land for her pet-sitting business). She met a man and her xian church friends kept insisting he was the one for her. I met him only a few times at Yule. I didn't like him. And with good reason apparently.

Just a week after my grandmother's passing, the sheriff knocks on our door at 2 am. Dad had just left on a trip and mom and I were freaking out thinking something happened to him. He told us my aunt was in the ER.

She had been strangled three times, beaten mercilessly, and her face had been rammed against the cement porch of their home multiple times. Mom went to go pick her up and she stayed at our house that night. I learned from mom that the man my aunt had married had a previous account of beating the crap out his wife. He only got away with a month in jail for that (his family claimed she did it herself). His family had threatened her. He threatened to kill her. When mom and my brother went to pick some things from my aunt's house, the husbands brother came by and flipped my brother off.

Call me callous or inhuman but she brought that upon herself. Father Enki showed how possessiveness can ruin your life. How cruel and disgusting xians can really be and how they can be punished. I participated in some of the destruction ritual. I believe my Guardian (whom I asked to help me) took the energy I evoked and placed on them. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Throughout all of this, I know Father Enki and my Guardian have watched over me. Even though I had fallen out of my meditations, they still protected me and kept me strong in my faith! I wanted to publicly thank Father Enki for giving me these examples to live by. I learn from others failings and these will make me into a stronger Satanist.

Hail Father Enki!!
Hail Lord Dagon!!
Hail All the Mighty Gods of Duat!!

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