Little Things that led me to the Satanic Revelation

[Alexandros Iowno [JG]]

I am always eager to be nostalgic and briefly re-evaluate my steps that created my present reality, and the mechanism I used instinctively to help the truth bloom in my life. When I was just a little kid, as opposed I assume to many people's upbringing, I was surrounded by the occult understanding of things, apart from my father's influence. I remember hearing my father reading out loud in my home about the war between the Gods, books known today by their nature such as the jew Zecharia Sitchin, Tony Moldovan, and others. Hearing the name Enki far as one can remember in life, does have a profound resonance in my present life. Another book that I read from a very fragile age was The power of subconscious by Joseph Murphy. Of course, all these mainstream books which treated spirituality still as something “out of this world” and veiled in a plethora of mystery and mysticism, that in retrospect was only my own desire and wonder in these subjects projected, did very deeply resonated in me, to my necessity and thirst of knowledge, power and direct “uniqueness” in life. I was since I remember myself, very loving and extremely attracted by the hidden nature of things.
Others treat these facts in life as escapism, which in reality is only a potentiating factor of life, a stimulation of reality and not an escape from it”.

My father was from a very fragile age, the same as me, extremely attracted to real spiritual subjects. He meditated and really succeeded in acquiring powers by the age of 17. To not get more intimate and intrusive with my writing today, excluding important details, in the mids of life he as others got caught up for a brief moment in the enemy xian trap. Instinctively he never approached me with these subjects, never projected unto me such. But opposite, he knew the spiritual path is very hard to be into, at that time, and as outsiders, it was entirely true. All in all, after the turbulence of the past, my father was guided to be a dedicated Satanists, working together and in unity to our SS cause. And another truth very ingrained within is that he was always in protection and under the wing of Satan, with real interactions at times in which he wasn’t aware what the name was.

But one instance I remember, when I was 6-7 years old, it came as a seeming conversation between him and me, the subject of the bible. I remember now to this day, my logic from then. The premise was that if one god is good, and the other is bad, and the truth is attacked by an extremely evil force, how come does the bible is truthful and not the opposite, a corruption. Why isn’t it the reverse? The word corruption and opposite meanings were instinctively known in me, as I said to him back then.

The only real action of mine regarding xianity and the so-called god, was when I was very challenging in finding out the truth and made myself sleep and lucid dream. I woke up in the middle of the sky, and I then said to myself, let's see where this god is, I looked around me and saw nobody. Only clouds. That was enough for me to know that does not exist this specific "god", I didn’t see him where I expected him to be. And that was all the energy I gave in my life to this god on a critical level of analyzation, to my personal mind and soul at that age.

Seeing Star Wars, and other artworks that depicted powers of the mind did really stimulated me. I was that same age when I started meditating and doing pranayama involuntarily. What I succeeded in meditation was not much, but I developed nature to enter deep trances. Of course, I was always attacked over this, but also I was fearful as I got to experience things I did not know about. I was shocked.

I was reading poetry one night, and deeply touched by it, as much as it got to be for a kid, I motivated myself to meditate and enter a deep trance. After 10 minutes of deep breathing and forgetting that I am meditating, almost to sleep, an extremely blinding light flashed my eyes and body. A powerful electric spike bolted me out of my bed, with sound and sensory feelings. I didn’t know what was happening and I thought I was about to die. A very scary experience, that over the years resonated only to be something usual in meditation as of now, and a natural state of being.

Growing up in between thousands of books about yoga, tenfold more by magazines of yoga and related books with subjects of the occult and philosophy, I never gave in to the false corrosion of the enemy. How? It is very simple, I held very close to my heart and soul, things, and concepts that made my life extremely beautiful. One example of that is, how extremely fascinated I was when looking at the Pyramids. When counter-arguments and extensive use of attacks were onto me to led me to believe otherwise of life, as in ignoring the spiritual existence and truth, and related, I always used the Pyramids as an absolute counter-argument. I knew the Pyramids were of the Gods and nobody alive knows to disprove the above, and bend this intuitive truth. I grew closer and closer. Pure love and magnetic desire to Egypt.

Another very important thing that helped me realize the seriousness and absurdity of the outsiders and normal people, was conceptualizing and trying to think about the universe. Starting with our planet Earth, trying to visualize its immense size, and how small I am, growing to the solar system to the infinity. To a point to which my mind was blown and got a high of wonder, which kept me motivated in myself, in my decision to look and find out the truth and actual power of life. The question was always, why is everything like it is now. How can I manipulate everything and know everything? This childish approach holds extreme truths and power in actuality, they need to be met only by the maturity of life.

Just these passing months I have revealed something I did without knowing when I was a little and in a very bad place health-related. I was in the hospital and I told my father to buy me a book I saw in a place, because of the picture it had. It happened to be 100 myths of the creation. On the first page, it read about Enki. I then didn’t read the book but opened and draw something on it. Years later I found this book in my basement and opened to find only on the first page the name Enki circled and evidenced on it, in an innocent way and attempt of the circle. I was so deeply touched by this, I was unaware until recently about this.

The truth to me always resonated in my heart as a feeling of home, of a place of comfort. The truth gave me comfort and power in life. When I was happy, connecting with this flame and passion for truth, I became tenfold happier, and when I was sad, I always reminded myself of the true nature of things, which made the actual problem I was facing a little temporary pause of happiness.

The only religion is life itself, which is the eternal truth. Reading about it, pulled me closer, seeing it I felt it closer and living it created in me all which can’t be expressed in words and feelings.

So to summarize my whole incentive is that growing close to the truth is by heart and love of truth. It is a seeking of home, and when found as it is now to all who read this, the heart is there to extend the truth up to eternal nourishment of life and happiness. Never forget your every interaction with truth and expansion in your life, it gives meaning to what you are and seek to do in the future.

 

[Thadea]

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It's so good to see other members with a similar story to mine. When my father was 3 years old, he started to have dreams with an old man (taday we know he is a God), he taught him several meditations and other visualization exercises, since then he fell in love with the occult and magic, especifically norse and celtic magic. I remember that when I was a kid, around 4 years old, my senses were quite open, but I believe a lot o people here can imagine the terrible things that I saw, especially people with dirty, ugly auras those were the worst, I also had a lot of unwanted thoughts and voices in my head, since young I had a lot of awareness, almost like I was too old for my fragile body, so I knew I was not crazy, wich is what my mother thought, I remember clearly the words that my father said to me -" Son, you see, you're not crazy I see them too, this is completely normal, I will teach you an exercise to help with those things you see and the thoughts in your head, just don't listen to what the other people think, most of them have no idea the gift you possess, if you listen, they will make you crazy for sure." He proceeded to teach me a meditation that he called the "Oak Meditation" that thing worked wonders, since then I stopped seeing and hearing bad things,only the things I want, and some of them are amazing like the bluish violet aura that always surrounds my father. I'm deeply grateful for the Gods and my father, because it was literally impossible for me to be born, much less be alive and breathing ( but this is a story for another time ).

When I was in my middle teens, I remember that I had a dream, where a tall guy in a black robe, he also had huge wings, pointed to my computer, then suddenly I appeared reading a website with black backgound and red letters, I was amazed by what I was reading. A few months later I was deeply intrigued by how stupid the God of the bible were so I decided to research about Satanism, the fun part is that you guys know it's not easy to find the JOS main website, but he was the first in the search, I clicked on the site and soon noticed that it was the website from my dream, I raised my head and saw the man from my dream standind in the same place smilling, I have no words to describe what I felt, it was like I was supposed to know the truth from the beggining. My father entered the room and stopped, the man then disapeared, then I asked my father, if he saw the man, he said yes, and asked what the hell was going on LOL, I just pointed to my computer. After that we spent all of our free time reading the JOS, and soon after we've done the dedication ritual. Later we discovered how our souls were from Satan since the beggining, and the amount of knowledge we obtained since then is almost unbelievable.

Thank you for the post Pluto, it made me remember of my wonderful childhood, always surrounded with the mystic and the occult (a lot of nostalgia), it also motivated me to do even more work for the Gods, I need to compensate for care and love they gave me all those years .

HS!

 

[Sundara]

But one instance I remember, when I was 6-7 years old, it came as a seeming conversation between him and me, the subject of the bible. I remember now to this day, my logic from then. The premise was that if one god is good, and the other is bad, and the truth is attacked by an extremely evil force, how come does the bible is truthful and not the opposite, a corruption. Why isn’t it the reverse? The word corruption and opposite meanings were instinctively known in me, as I said to him back then.

I always wondered how many people on here had a similar experience. Every time I reflect on the entire path my first memory the beginning of my questioning at a young age too. My parents always warned me that when someone points fingers, sometimes they’re the guilty one. They also told me there’s two sides to every story. Often, and it would usually pertain to probably their arguments that they thought I had any concern with but I was too young to really know or give a shit. But, at 4-5 I was outside with some friends and very clearly recall talking about the Bible. They were talking about how evil Satan is and I told a group of kindergartners “How come Satan is evil? What if he’s the good guy? Everyone is always making fun of him and that must mean that they’re actually the bad ones.” and boy did those kids get freaked out. They got pretty upset about it and I decided to keep my mouth shut about it for a while. But I remember how much I meant that and my entire thought process on it. I thought how could it not be obvious and how could somebody be so easily persuaded. I was vehemently rebellious and questioning of authority, but not in a way that was troublesome. I’d either get honors in school for good deeds or get in trouble for being too honest. When I grew up a little bit I became more and more curious about Satan. I asked him directly and from the bottom of my heart one day... I was very timid, but I knew that if I was going to ask him I’d ask with respect and open-mindedness and I instinctively knew that fear or negative pre-programmed thoughts about him should be set aside. I shook away every bit of fear and said “I want to hear YOUR side of the story” and a month later I found joyofsatan. He answered before I even became dedicated. All it took was respect and a true desire to know him. This part gets me teary eyed because of the billions of people out there who know of Satan and know the blasphemy, even those that are “open minded” or questioning NEVER think to just stand up and go directly to HIM with the true intent of knowing him. Out of programmed fear and a lack of guts. It’s truly cowardly. I do understand Satanism isn’t for the weak and I think he can sometimes choose who he leads here. Nevertheless, it’s sort of shameful that people don’t have more of a back bone.