the vision of the first satanist
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A vision of revelation obtained through hard satanic ritual work during trance where the image of the first "modern satanist" was revealed.A very powerful text delving in true Satanism/Diabolism.TRANSCRIPT
THE VISION OF THEFIRST SATANIST
SATANISM
Devil Worship was born in this Aeon “modern age” within the heretic groups, the Catholic Church, the Gnostic monks…
During a vision I held after a ritual I performed on the night of June 22nd 2013e.v.
I could visualize the First Satanist as a bald Monk in a solitary convent clad in black garments before and altar, the objects on the Altar are meant to represent the Black Infernal Trinity:
I-A Black Candle made of human fat, he obtained from the decomposing corpses in the catacombs at the monastery, charcoal obtained from trees connected to witchcraft and the devil.
II-A Recipient of Silver color with his blood as he knows (blood he drew by cutting his left hand) is the key to open the gates and to establish communication with Hell, At the right times at
the right hours.
III-An Inverted Cross or Cross of St. Peter, as St. Peter chose to be crucified upside down to show those who follow the path of the Serpent, that he followed the Secret Gnosis of Satan-
Lucifer and not the Path of the False Jesus son of the Demiurge, who came to the material world.
The Inverted Cross is the symbol of the Satan Worshippers, meaning the renunciation to the death of spirit by its crucifixion on the cross which represents the Lower Quaternary Ego of the
Clayborn man.
This ritual of the First Modern Satanist took place in the night of St. John after the SummerSolstice.
I saw the First Satanist as a bald or head shaved person of Asiatic Features and bright piercing eyes. He was cloaked in a black rope to represent the Holy Darkness of Hell.
This Robe was fashioned and sewn by a prostitute who have had an abortion recently and probably of a child of him, product of his unlawful fornications, as he feels the fabric of the
robe touching his skin he remember the pleasures of the flesh with the harlot.
At Eleven at Night He calls upon the Devils, The keys are turned the gates are opened, the altaris just the Gate and the Portal, But my body is your temple my Master.
The Moon is Full, shining brightly projecting diabolic shades and penumbra, A freezing lunatic ray that freezes the heart, strange sounds, howling screaming echoes arise from vacuity and
solitude.
Ad Maiorem Diabolous Gloriam !