Satanic devotional prayer

I believe in the Holy God, the Lord God Satan, the creator and giver of life.
I acknowledge that in all the Universe there is nothing as beautiful and perfect as Satan.
I come into your Holy presence and bow before your Magnificent Satanic Splendor.
I open my heart and I ask that you come into my life and be my Lord and Master.
From this day forward I renounce the God of the Bible and I worship only you,
for you are the one true god.
I accept you into my heart as my Lord and Savior. In Satan I am a new creation,
born again, not of corruptible seed, but of the incorruptible seed of Satan.
I open my soul and humbly receive the Sacred Satanic Seed into my mouth.
I open my soul and humbly receive the Sacred Satanic Seed into my ass.
From this day forward I am free from the bondage of guilt and shame, for there
is nothing I may do in dedication to the glory of Satan that is forbidden.
All that I am and all that I have I offer as gifts given freely to You.
Accept my body and my soul a living sacrifice for Your glory.
You are my life-source, and I am your sacrifice. Consume my every thought. Fuel my every desire.
Create in me a Satanic-mind, that my thoughts may be of You and only You.


I give all my love to You, for there is no other God worthy of my love.
I devote my life to You, for there is no other God worthy of my life.
I worship You with all my heart and soul, for there is no other God worthy of my worship.
I lift my voice in praise to You, for there is no other God worthy of my praise.
I offer my body a living sacrifice for your glory, for there is no other God
worthy of my sacrificial offering.
I surrender my eternal soul to You, for there is no other God worthy of my soul.
This is, and will forever be, my eternal covenant. I will bow down and worship no other God but Satan.

From Aleister Nacht’s Satanic Magic Blog

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“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” – The 21 Satanic points

In 2012, one of the top songs in my personal playlist was Kelly Clarkson’s “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I just loved the song and everything about it – the lyrics, the singing, the instrumentation.

Incidentally, it was on November 29, 2012 at exactly 6 p.m. during my sleep (I work nights so that was almost my waking hour) that “Lon Gon” a.k.a. Satan visited me in my dreams and gave me my calling for Satanism. The details of the visit I will elaborate on later as I go further with my posts.

As I explored deeper into Satanic literature, little did I expect that such carrier line of Kelly Clarkson’s famous hit can apparently be found in the final statement of the 21 Satanic Points, as written in Conrad Robury’s THE BLACK BOOK OF SATAN. Let me share these words of the Father, as most of them are practically applicable to living one’s life as a Satanist.

The 21 Satanic Points

  1. Respect not pity or weakness, for they are a disease which makes sick the strong.
  2. Test always your strength, for therein lies success.
  3. Seek happiness in victory – but never in peace.
  4. Enjoy a short rest, better than a long.
  5. Come as a reaper, for thus you will sow.
  6. Never love anything so much you cannot see it die.
  7. Build not upon sand, but upon rock And build not for today or yesterday but for all time.
  8. Strive ever for more, for conquest is never done.
  9. And die rather than submit.
  10. Forge not works of art but swords of death, for therein lies great art.
  11. Learn to raise yourself above yourself so you can triumph over all.
  12. The blood of the living makes good fertilizer for the seeds of the new.
  13. He who stands atop the highest pyramid of skulls can see the furthest.
  14. Discard not love but treat it as an imposter, but ever be just.
  15. All that is great is built upon sorrow.
  16. Strive not only forwards, but upwards for greatness lies in the highest.
  17. Come as a fresh strong wind that breaks yet also creates.
  18. Let love of life be a goal but let your highest goal be greatness.
  19. Nothing is beautiful except man: but most beautiful of all is woman.
  20. Reject all illusion and lies, for they hinder the strong.
  21. What does not kill, makes stronger.

Well, whether or not the composer of Kelly Clarkson’s hit and/or Kelly Clarkson herself was indeed inspired by the aforementioned words of Father Satan is something we cannot know for now, and this post is not intended to give birth to a controversy to this effect.

Back to my liking of the song; it is just overwhelming to realize that without any inkling yet of Satanism, i already had tendencies to love and appreciate things related to it (I’ll write a separate post on this). No wonder, i so loved this hit.

Ave Satanas!

Gay, Satanist, and PROUD

Just 5 years ago, I got so stressed out as my parents, after 31 years of marriage, made the decision to (finally) part ways. This was not easy in the eyes of a 31-year-old only child, but I let it be as I’d be too old to be taking sides. I maintained a neutral stand on the matter but promised my Mom that I’d support whatever decision she would make TO THE LAST LETTER.

Moving back, Friday before this incident happened, I had my usual Skype chat with my niece, who happens to be my only 101% confidant. I don’t know what grimness wrapped us both that day and I cannot anymore remember why, of all topics, we discussed my father’s physical abuse on me when I was a kid.

I was teary-eyed while chatting, as I related to my niece my most unforgettable beat-up day:

It was a rainy afternoon. Snacks were ready — hotdogs, bread, and butter. That was summer after finishing 3rd grade (I was 9). That afternoon, no water was running from the faucet so we were skimping on what was left for handwash purposes. That too, ran out. So I had to go out and fetch water from the rain so we would have something to clean up with after snack time. I went out through the dirty back door, which had a screen door with a spring, which would close by itself.

After filling half the pail with water from the rain, I requested my Mom to open the door for me as I did not anymore want my hands to be soiled (the door was dirty and food was waiting). My Mom stood up to willingly open the door.

To my surprise, Dad stopped her. He told her I should open the door. Mom insisted on walking to the door but Dad grabbed her. Then he blabbered that the door was not dirty enough and that I should not be TOO sanitary and I should “act like a MAN”.

For almost 10 minutes, I stood by the door and begged them to open it, but in vain. Dad said I won’t eat if I don’t open the door and get inside. In the end, I GOT PISSED (who wouldn’t?). I opened the door, angrily returned the pail where it was and told them my hands had been soiled, there was very little water, and I had lost my appetite.

Before I could even blink, Dad stood up and punched me on the head twice. Something that darkened out my senses. I started to cry and Mom started to nag him. As I was crying, he went to the room, grabbed his belt and started beating me up all he could. I kept on wailing, asking him why and insisting I should not be beaten up just for that. The beat-up lasted for 2 hours. The finale — Dad lifted me, threw me to the bed. Mom tried to defend me but she was taken aback when Dad threatened to punch her. When I landed on the bed, Dad slapped my face, full force, left and right, no end, until I could hardly breathe. He stopped when finally, HE HIT MY EYE.

Mom was CRYING as she was helpless. She prepared hot water and face towel for the compress. My right eye was blue, and I was bleeding. Even if I was profusely bleeding, DAD DID NOT LET ME EAT SUPPER THAT NIGHT.

All for being a kid who was bound to be GAY. All for reasoning out. All for a questioning mind. All for STANDING UP AND FIGHTING FOR WHAT I KNEW WAS RIGHT.

Five years ago, Mom finally had COURAGE to leave my Dad, and she is happily with me to this day.

Five years ago, Dad FINALLY GOT HIS DOSE.

Today, I’m 36. I’ve come out. I’ve succeeded and become independent. I’ve established myself –  my home, my dwelling, my career, my life.

Today, though still alive, Dad is reduced to a bad memory.

Today, all remains to be a bitter trace of the past.

Today, I’m finally a BUTTERFLY – Colorful and FREE.

Today, I’m a SATANIST – enlightened, awakened, and STRONG. Nobody can HURT ME anymore unlike before.

Today, I’m GAY, and I’M PROUD OF IT! 🙂

HAIL SATAN!