Chapter ONE
Forbidden Practices & Satanic Insanity

"Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a disgrace to any people,"
(Proverbs 14:34)

It was a hot scorching July night as I sat glaring at the open door to my satanic temple.  The overwhelming mystery of candles glow flickered in the veiled room casting menacing dancing shadows on the inverted cross and the pentagram.  With every step, my jaw became firmer, my muscles tighter, my heart more eager.  It felt almost like hunger.  I'd gone to the graveyard and pulled out a real chalky human skull.  It was so dark out there.  Yes, so dark and so forever and eerie.

The skull sat as a still piece of stone.  In spite of its obvious mortality, the skull seemed to have a ghostly presence about it as if it were alive, watching scenes that only demons and a few pair of human eyes had ever witnessed.  The clear amber stones that I'd put in each of its eye cavities shimmered mystically because of the lit candle in the center.  Most ominous of all, scorched remnants of a Bible lay in various parts of the room flaunting to Satan a steadfast contempt for God's Word.

Blood slid through my veins like cold needles.  I kept rubbing my tongue against the back of my teeth.  It was a sight from hell.  My pitch-black, satanic altar was dripping with fresh; blood of a mutilated pig.  My large knife still glistened with specks of red.  In fact, the walls and ceiling were covered with dried blood mixed with the fresh blood from the full moon ritual.  I still felt wired from the drugs and drink of the ceremony.  I'd washed my hands three times but they still felt dirty.  Big spots of blood had splattered over the front of my shirt, it was nothing; it happened all the time.  A forbidding uneasiness, without a name, returned.  I was walking the knife-edge of danger.

As a disciple of the Prince of Darkness, hundreds of times, I'd conjured magic on that black altar.  I had cast thousands of spells designed to kill or afflict illness or to control other people's lives as well as my own.  Frequently, I'd search for things like graveyard dirt, bat's blood, chicken bones and feathers, cat whiskers, salt and ashes, usually tied up in red flannel cloth.  Satan was teaching me how to use his different charms to inflict ailments like infertility, impotence, ill temper, baldness, a broken heart, or even gamblers' luck.

Lots of times, I'd get cats roaming the streets, (little kittens are easiest to get a hold of.)  I'd slit the cat's throat and then sprinkle blood on that cursed person's doorstep as some sort of warning.  I was a violent man who enjoyed creating incidents of horror to inflict into another person's life.  This may sound to you like nightmares of the damned, and they are... but, they happened.

All this because devil worship had given me promises of power, prosperity, and carnal pleasures.  The fact that while I was practicing these black arts, I found myself terrified and poverty stricken, never came into my conscious awareness.  This is quite a contrast; promised power, wealth and sensuality, yet, I found myself in fear, poor and with a low self-image.

It may be hard for you to even conceive that here in America these primitive things are happening.  Though I was a solitary satanist, I was not alone.  Millions are now involved; caught up in satanic activities that are so unspeakable, for the most part, they remain Satan's greatest hidden secret weapon.  Suffering guilt, fear, anxiety and revulsion at what I was required to do, no joy, no peace, no growth.  I was drained of strength at the end of each ritual, but was always a willing vessel for Satan.  However, each time, I was always glad the dirty work was over.  I had to do it to keep my supernatural powers.

My position in Satan's Kingdom was the most vital thing in my life.  Dope, alcohol, marijuana and sex had such a powerful hold because I had given him entrance to those areas of my life.  Pride and lusts are of the world.  Satan is the prince and power of this world.  When I gave myself to these activities, I exposed my life to the entrance of demonic forces, which freely came in and ruled.

The Bible says, "Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these: Adultery fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulation, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revelings, and such like..." (Gal. 5:19,21 KJV).  When the flesh rules rules a life, instead of the fasted life of a person who commits their life to Jesus, life's ugliest horrors can manifest and the spirit of witchcraft takes control.  Witchcraft is defined as turning to a demon spirit for information father than the Lord. In gleaning information it is always misleading and false.  A demonic invasion occurs and the spirit of idolatry then rules.  This causes direct demon worship or turning from God to the false gods.

My life had become a kaleidoscope of Satanic insanity.  Oh, how I wanted to get out of this mess, but how?  I wondered if the demons watched my every move.  Did they know what I was thinking, too?  From the beginning, I had begun to hear voices in the back of my head.  It was not my imagination; they were there and drawing me deeper and deeper into darkness.  I couldn't stop it; the demons inside of me were telling me to go ahead and do it.  Other times I would awaken to hear a demon uttering only disjointed sounds and strangled groans.  His depressing howls echoed off the walls sending cold shivers down my arm.

The Bible says that Satan's forces enter through fleshly activities.  "Know ye not that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey..."  (Rom. 6:16); and then 2 Peter 2:19,  "...for of whom a man is overcome, of the same is he brought in bondage."  My story is one of deep satanic bondage from which I barely got out with my life.  A person has no power to resist demons without Jesus Christ.  I hope my testimony will help free some of those captives who were gullible seekers of a false freedom such as drugs, free sex, etc.  I warn you, do not entertain any abnormal spirit, or he will soon take over.  Satan moves completely to dominate the mind; after that, he gains control over your flesh, and finally the spirit.

It seemed so long ago that I'd signed a contract with Satan in my own blood giving myself to him spirit, soul and body which read:  "To my great father, Satan..."  In return he promised me great wealth and freedom from the dull taboos of society.  I believed I could do things other people could not do.  The best thing was the sexual freedom with demons, (Both incubus and succubus) and humans.  There were many other things that they forced me to do that I dreaded, though despising them.  They made the sexual fantasies and perversions possible.  Actually, I hated and feared the service but was deceived into believing that they "loved" me.  However, what I was reaping was, no return.



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