The Black Book of Shadows

THE BLACK BOOK OF SHADOWS

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First Curse

I cast My first Curse {as from The Satanic Bible} upon this bully-type {in the 9th Grade, appropriately enough - I have since realized that I have been manipulating situations to gratify My will since I was a very young child}, who thought that he could just move My books to another seat while I was pre-occupied with the teacher at her desk, & thought that I wouldn't notice. Well, unfortunately for him, I DID. And this was his own death wish. As far as I was concerned, he had signed his life away. I do not tolerate affrontery. Plus, with so many witnesses, I decided to make this My grand demonstration of Power. I threw his books on the floor, stared him square in the face, & told him he was under a curse. That very weekend, he was dead.

Interesting to note, was that on that last night of his life, upon Satan's Black Earth, I had seen him again, & stood beside him at a liquor store. Then he went off & perished in a car "accident". I'll always remember, on that following Monday morning, as the class sat to hear the bloated principal's daily words over the intercom, the news of My victim's death. Instead of sorrow, or guilt, or fear, I was filled with morbid joy, as I had now claimed VICTORY over one so annoying & obnoxious as he. That same night, I invited some friends over, & celebrated his destruction. It was perfect.

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Supernatural Evidence I

On some dark night at a party, a certain guy challenged Me to prove My Occult prowess. My first instinct was to ignore him, for why should I waste My energy "proving" My abilities to anyone? I am secure with the Powers I have accumulated through My Magical conjurations. An excessive pessimist telling Me they don't exist will not simply make My skills go away. I know they work. That's all that matters to Me.

But he kept pestering Me, & making a foolish neusance out of himself. So finally, I told him that the "proof" he seeks will manifest within the next few weeks. And indeed, it did. I declared that he would develop a pulmonary ailment. Of course, he scoffed. Exactly two-weeks later, he had to go to the hospital because he could not breathe, as if phantom hands were suffocating him. I utilized "The Hands of Abaddon" rite from Dracomeroth for this. As a result, he took off for France to be with his mother, never to be seen again.

Update: The victim was struck and killed by a "Mack" Truck in an alley way after having descended into a wastrel life of drug abuse.

"Destroy the rotten and bring forth that which increases... Add and diminish 'til the stars be numbered!" - paraphrased from The Satanic Bible. Hail Victory! HAIL SATAN.

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Supernatural Evidence II: "Look At What Happened To Brenda"

Here I shall relate "the story of Brenda", now that events have come full circle. As I acquired some choice items at a local depot, I was approached by a rather deshevelled woman appearing many years my senior. But when she reminded Me of who she was, it was a bit disturbing to survey her degeneration. As a matter of interest, I decided to allow her to regail Me with her tale of woe, which included years of methamphetamine abuse, a violently abusive relationship, chronic incarceration, and child custody losses. She also mentioned that I once Cursed her - one of My first of several in High School. Therein, I once handed her a written copy of My Proclamation of Doom to read, which she said "made her stomach turn", which was quite pleasing to hear, an assured compliment to a horror-based allegory. She then seemed to turn to xianity more virulently, developed Crusader Syndrome, began blurting bible verses at Me, wearing Stryper shirts, apparently to annoy Me, and eventually, we parted ways in less than amicable circumstances. It was around that time I believe I informed her that she was Cursed. And since then, her life has become miserable.

The next time I saw her was at an event at her house, where I learned that she had burned her leg terribly to 350*, causing scarring and nerve damage. This occurred while riding on the back of someone's motorcycle, and her leg becoming charred on the exhaust pipe, which can become quite literally white hot.

A particularly valuable note arose in the conversation - an update on what happened to an irritating little antagonist we both knew - the same one related above; and until now, was where the story concluded. Once again Hail Victory.

In the end, I remember her as insecure, behind-the-back talking, and indiscriminately promiscuous. And now I have derived the classic experience of gaining gratification in the revenge factor of realizing that one lives a pleasurable and productive life - living well, as it were - while those who have made themselves one's victims have either perished or exist in a living death. She even expressed an interest in being My Secretary, but that position is already filled. She bows down to Me. Her descent into the delusions of xianity has obliterated her, combined with the futility and masochism of challenging a Satanist - her tribulation has been great.

It seems that The Forces of Darkness graciously arrange to grant Me news of the conditions of My victims from time to time, and that is quite convenient indeed when they confess to all. Shemhamforash! HAIL SATAN.

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The xian club

Another day, during a lunch break, I was walking down a hall, when I noticed a small group of people huddled in the grass. I instinctively knew, as a lion knows to hunt down a gazelle, that these were praying prey - the xian club. So I went over to them, & sat down in the circle. Their head sheep asked everyone to take out their bibles, & they did, & so did I - My SATANIC BIBLE. I began reading "The Diabolitudes" as I call them {Satan V}, which caused an audible gasp, & then a hush came over them. Eventually, one of them couldn't take the undefiled wisdom anymore, & began some words of protest, to which I said....."But you're xians, you have to accept everybody, & remember, jesus said to 'turn the other cheek'....." This was entertaining. To dominate those slaves. To feel the natural dichotemy between predator & prey. To feel My own Power. To use all that holey babble I had learned, & now utilizing this knowledge as fiery darts against the xian kindred. They were all utterly stumped, & very afraid. Their "leader" was made a total fool of, & their "god" could not protect them from My indignation.

As I finally tired of them, I began singing the lyricks to a song I wrote called "Kill All Krystians", as I got up to leave. And it was also then that I made up My mind that there would be no more xian club, for I am sure, that the school would not have allowed for a Satanic Club, Club of Satan, or even a Pagan Club. And despite all their worthless attempts to "pray" for Me, I never saw that club ever again, anywhere. HAIL VICTORY!

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Eyesore Removed

There was a building that I would see periodically, that I felt was a glaring eyesore, & about as unaesthetically pleasing as we could imagine, so I wished that it would somehow be removed from sight. About a month later, the heavy rains came, & caved in the roof of that building. The damage was so extensive, that the place had to be demolished. In its stead, was built a castle-like edifice that housed a new business. HAIL SATAN!

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A Bolt From The Black

During one of My walks in the rain, I would frequently pass through a park that was about a block from The Noctuary. This time, as I enjoyed this particularly active storm, I decided that a lightning bolt would hit a house. Not even five minutes later, a bolt from the black struck a high-extension wire, which flailed onto an old dead tree adjacent to that house, & ignited the roof, but the rainfall quickly put it out. HAIL SATAN!

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Independence Night

Another time, I wreaked blazing vengeance upon some obnoxious bastards who existed down the street. This one night, one of the morons tried to "pick up" on My significant other at the time, knowing full-well that We were a couple. When I came along, after having surveyed what was going on through the thick foliage of the back yard, I heard snide comments made to us. So, not wanting to be incarcerated for murdering such lowlifes, I contained My rage into a psychic ball, & sent it over to them with destructive intent.

A couple of weeks later, on Independence Day, I heard the sounds of sirens & firetrucks making a huge commotion on the street. When I went out to look from the front lawn, it was that very house that was ablaze. I virtually jumped for joy at that point, & I thanked the Forces of Darkness for granting My wish. Then I concentrated on directing the fire completely inside the house, that it may spread to the living room & devour the ceiling. And sure enough, I was performing Pyrokinisis with perfect & phenominal success. HAIL SATAN!

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Painting The Sky Black...

One night, I decided that I wanted to paint My Noctuary Chambre black, to complete the mystic embiance. So I went to painting, & what should occur the very next morning, but an eclipse! What uncanny timing, to say the least! Now I reminisce about painting the sky black...

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Night of The Black Mass

But probably the most remarkable instance of Magical manifestation came, one night when I was performing The Black Mass. I assumed the role of Satanic Priest, & an acquaintance, the nun & celebrant. During the point when x is charged with his crimes, & is commanded to descend into the communion wafer & chalice, there appeared what I can only describe as a "golden rainbow", which passed through the glass. We both knew that the purpose of Le Messe Noire was completed. She had also observed that during several points of the mass, that My eyes were actually GLOWING, during particularly passionate & emotionally-charged stages in the reading of the passages from THE SATANIC RITUALS by Anton LaVey.

And every time We spoke on the Lovecraftian Cthulhu Mythos, strange phenomina always occurred. On one occasion, as We spoke of "Azag-Thoth", the closet door began shaking uncontrollably, as if "something" was attempting to get out. I attribute this to My Grimoire experimentations of the past. All the psychic infusion that empowered fictional entities, in essence, making them real.

Speaking of which, in a much earlier time, during My experimentation phase with various occultic devices, I had some friends over, & was working with a Ouija Board & Tarot Cards in The Noctuary, when another acquaintance of Mine came knocking on the front door of the house. But no-one heard him. He would later relate to Me, with a pallor that would rival My own, that the LOCKED door somehow swung open to let him in. Which is a good thing, because I was expecting him anyway...

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Lucifer's Lottery

I once won $500.00 by playing the lottery, which in itself has a relatively exponential percentage of chance, but what made this win extra special was that the triple numerage... was a '666'. Now, I normally do not care for this raffle, considering it a waste of time and money, but for some reason, that particular day I was drawn to purchase a ticket, being that I was in the store anyway, I bought the "daily three" version. I had also previously performed My own "Mammon Rite" from Dracomeroth a few nights before, and thought "What the Hell", might as well try it. When lo and behold, while watching the evening news, to My fascination and pleasure, the 6-6-6 was drawn.

In My opinion, this amounted to nothing less than a Diabolical Machination. I imagine the triple six frightened the populace watching that night, who were probably relieved that it was not they who received it, but to Me, it was completely appropriate. The draw went to a Satanist, which seems like more than mere coincidence...

In any case, the money was spent on a formal alignment with The Infernal Empire, along with carnal indulgence and sublime materialistic acquisitions.

Hail Mammon. HAIL SATAN.

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The joke's on you!

"...Listen with benign assurance as he laughs at your Magic, knowing his days are filled with turmoil all the while. If he is despicable enough, by Satan's Grace, he might even die - laughing!" ~ The Satanic Bible.

In Year XXXIII A.S., during the time spent in a web design credit class, at the beginning stages of the creation of The Shadowmantium, there was a certain individual therein who deemed to jest at the philosophy presented here. His introduction was inocuous enough. With a friendly demeanor, he desired to learn more about My interests, so I displayed the site for him without identifying it as created by Myself, which I have sometimes done to divulge the sincerity and true motivation of the inquirer. When I later informed him that it was indeed Mine, he displayed his insecurity and scoffed.

In the following weeks, whenever I briefly spotted this 'class clown', he would extend his tongue accompanied by The Cornu and shake his head in ignorant disapproval. Well, considering him and his 'opinions' insignificant, he remained an occasional mild irritation, and even an amusement, so I payed him no mind. Some time passed for Yule time break, and the very next time I spotted this joker, he again began his mocking antics, although they were much more subdued. Then I noticed something off kilter with his stance. Turns out he was now on crutches as he hobbled away with a sobered attitude, and I knew he had received his justified punishment. That was the most entertaining sight this wise guy had ever provided, so I smiled widely in satisfaction, and returned to pleasantly continue The Devil's work. After that incident, I never saw him again...

Seems in some cases, those who are unwilling and/or unable to ascertain Satanic philosophy will outwardly assume an obnoxious attitude in an attempt to mask their intimidation, which is spawned from the subconscious, which inherently recognizes the reality of Magic, but which the conscious level often chooses to deny.

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XI/X\XXXVIII
The Face In The Clouds

I witnessed quite an amazing enigma shortly before Dawn in the hour of Dark Shadows. As I was enjoying the cool night winds, I gazed upon the Full Moon which was framed by the Gothic Tapestry of tempestuous skies, when suddenly, a marvelous formation drifted by which strikingly resembled a face smiling down upon Me, similar to a ghostly rictus {see sketch at right}. It seemed as if the element of Lucifer looked upon Me with a benevolent gaze, that I felt compelled to raise the left hand in The Cornu until the apparition subsided, concluding with a whispered "Hail Lucifer, Hail Satan." It reminded Me of the poem by Edgar Allan Poe entitled "Alone". In the wake of The Sabbath of Samhain, when requests were supplicated and continuous Spells empowered, this seemed to be an 'omen' of confirmation, stating pleasure at My efforts in The Devil's fane, which was quite an inspiration.

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XI/XIII\XXXVIII
The Devil's Rain

I conjured a magnificent storm upon this night, and so it came to pass the following evening as I traveled forth to a printing establishment to fulfill business responsibilities, and as I opened the car door, a thunderous explosion like a demon whip struck in the air less than a mile above Me, and at the moment I entered the shoppe, the lights flickered and half the electricity ceased in the place, which caused the employees to cringe, for the timing was indeed remarkable, and I felt empowered, truly in league with The Dark Force.

I then proceeeded to a music store to acquire a CD I had requested, and previously inquired about before leaving The Lair to possess it, which was confirmed over the telephone as present, but when I arrived, none of the incompetent lot 'working' there could locate it. The very same effect transpired therein as well as the printing shop, as the lights flickered and half the power fluctuated. I received the distinct impression that these incompetent and just plainly stupid employees were purposefully not admitting to its arrival, as I listened to hushed snickers, and acknowledged the passive aggressive rudeness thereof as well. I decided to purchase another CD I had been searching for, and left the place with a Curse, wishing that their stupidity really would HURT.

A few nights later, I returned and overheard one of the employees {one of two I had particularly targeted in My mind} mention that his automobile had ceased operating in the midst of the previous "freak" storm {as described by local meteorologists}, to which he had to walk out in the mighty downpour, which was unexpected and the most severe since "El Nino"; and as I left the store for the last time, as I decided not to patronize them any longer, an ambulance pulled up to the side of the building...possibly to collect the other victim I hath chosen...

I did finally acquire the original CD in question at another music depot the next day, even for a lesser amount, and I was pleased. HAIL SATAN!

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Thieves & Liars

In another instance, a certain wastrel thought he could "borrow" a tape from Me {King Diamond's 'The Eye'}, & not give it back, perhaps thinking I would forget. Well, this is the way I dealt with this thief: I had meticuously formulated a parchment in which I requested that he be incarcerated, then raped by the resident 'bubbas' therein. Well, the following week, he was indeed apprehended for possession of narcotics - then it was later related to Me by one of his acquaintances that the victim had confided in him that he was also raped - not in jail, but while walking through a park late at night - the very same night he was released. All this unbenownst to the victim, I finally received My tape back through his acquaintance. In this case, I used that very tape as a physical connection to the victim to radiate My curse - a veritable talisman of destruction.

Ironically, the theme of 'The Eye' deals with a talisman which dispenses diabolical justice upon its victims.

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Lex Talionis

I just received news from an acquaintance that an individual I had placed a curse upon a couple of years ago has suffered great torment in the removal of most or all of his property and was rendered virtually homeless until 'saved' by his mother, who happens to be a raging Christian, and is against his 'beliefs', shall we say, in that he 'dabbles' in the occult - and not only did he have to move in with his mother, but the location is in the boondocks, as it were, where he does not want to be. His offense occurred a couple of years ago when I allowed him to reside in The Noctuary for one night, considering we had been corresponding on matters philosophical, as we had been "friends" before another relocation occurred. It was not until a few days later that I had discovered that a valued possession of mine had disappeared - luckily, I was able to replace it soon after the discovery, but this was unforgivable, and I was seriously considering bestowing My tutelage upon him. Here, he violated Satanic Sins # 3: "When in another�s lair, show him respect or else do not go there." and #6: "Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved." and as such, reciprocation was forthcoming. So of course, I confronted him about it {twice - the latter on the phone, which he failed to even come to the receiver - I eventually came to realize that The Devil's Hook was established that night} which was met with denials, so contact was discontinued, and I invoked the aid of the oracles {Satan's Tarot} to confirm My suspicions, and went ahead with the punishment carried out in The Ritual Chamber, and it has manifested with sublime precision and complete poetic diabolic justice. Whatever was correct and just to fit the crime, so I let it be - so he lost not only what he had taken from me, but everything else he owned, at the hands of those he claimed to have hated the most - fundamentalist Christians who at the behest of his very own mother, disposed of his ritual implements, books, videos, music, artifacts, everything. Additionally, this may have also been caused by narcotics addiction and further self-destructive activity / insanity directly resulting from the malediction. And it was completely deserved.

All that would have been needed was a simple admittance, apology, an offering to either return the item or replace it; but of course, to have practiced respect and self-discipline would have been most ideal so as to not invoke the wrath of Satan upon him in the first place!

Now it can be seen the reason why this spell worked so well - is because it was just and true retribution against an injustice, for he indeed did commit this crime, and now news has finally surfaced to demonstrate that Lex Talionis has been completed. This was very stupid, short-sided, compulsive, and masochistic of him - the Forces of Darkness always work through diabolical machinations to notify Me the condition of enemies' destruction. And that thief and liar has been dealt with exceeding vengeance, and so it is done. Although I would not be at all surprised if further deterioration occurs upon the unfortunate subject, if further denial and cowardice persists.

Moral of the story: Again, Do not attempt to steal from a Satanist! Only death and insanity await! Hail Victory! HAIL SATAN.

* Update: In continual delusion, seems he has associated himself with pseudo-satanists / literalist devil-worship-types, and has adopted a ubiquitously pretentious title from other such inferiors, which is obviously meaningless. He still exhibits decidedly christian traits, as does that certain clot of black sheep. Stratification has taken its course.

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One of My more impressive victories manifested when I laid waste a certain woman's business, in which she also resided in, for a simular crime. She was temporarily storing some of My property while I moved, & like the previous victim, throught she could be clever enough to fool Me. I decided to punish her & her landlords - after I reclaimed My property, I set the curse into motion. Three months hence, the woman was evicted, & the edifice condemned & demolished. Every time I drove by that now empty lot, I can't help but smirk, & bask in My victory.

Lesson: Do not attempt to steal from a Satanist!

UPDATE 6/17/XL: It has recently come to My attention through certain sources that the perpetrator has met with similar ruin described with the other thief above: homeless, destitute, poor, and without transportation. Obviously, as with the others, this justified Curse has come to fruition because she deserved it! Hail Victory! HAIL SATAN.

Update 9/6/XLI:

[ Engineer Dies in Fall Into Shaft at Construction Site ]

Interesting to note that the area has been cursed since those events which occurred during a previous Noctuary relocation in Year XXX A.S., in which this unscrupulous and deceptive woman deemed to thieve some Draconian items, which have since been recollected and replaced. That land is cursed, and shall continue to be so. The area has been plagued by a series of misfortunes ever since. All that are unfortunate to ever reside there, best vacate.

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Wastrels

"Bring forth those that increase, and destroy the rotten. No place, let it remain in one number. Add and diminish until the stars be numbered." - 19th Enochian Key, The Satanic Bible by Anton Szandor LaVey.

VI/VII\XXXIX A.S.: I had placed a Ritual Curse on a couple of obnoxious, overbearing, and vile wastrels of the lowest sort, who serve no real purpose in life, actually degradate the environment by their very presence, are aesthetic eyesores, social parasites, attempted to steal a family pet while being abusive to it, and furthermore, they smell. My companion and I agreed that these must be eliminated, obliterated, terminated, for the overall betterment of the planet and ironically, themselves. Although we would have been satisified with merely banishing them completely. And so it came to pass that they became homeless and were banished to a far off city to basically "squat" in someone's trailer, which actually has an outhouse on the property. So gutter water finds its own level. Stratification takes precedence. Yet there were more updates that were to be recorded herein The Black Book of Shadows.

The Hand of Abaddon: If you look carefully on the right/center, it appears as if a curved Cornu is emerging pointing to the left.

Hellfire!: Recently in California, there have been wildfires occurring, and it developed that in a particular one, only one 'building' was immolated, turning out that it was actually the very trailer and outhouse in which these wastrels were residing in. Out of all the properties which could have been torched, theirs was the only one that was touched. One small note: due to the wildfire, residents were asked to evacuate the premises - all of a sudden, the alternator in their jalopy malfunctioned, and they had to be 'rescued', as it were, therefrom. And now the scum are relegated to a Red Cross shelter, still living off the dole. The pathetic duo, or "Riff & Raff" or "Flotsam & Jetsam" {not the band!} as I call them, shall continue to experience these misfortunes until their inevitable premature demise and they serve as fertilizer for the soil, being at last useful in some way to the world.

Hail Satan!

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UPDATE 4/18\XLI: Turns out the wastrels joined some antiquated christoid cult. One of them abandoned ship and 'came out' as a lesbian. Both remain homeless. On an even more humorous note, the lesbian shaved her head and now greatly resembles this puppet.

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II/XXVII\XLI

Hate Thy Neighbor

Approximately one month ago in January, I had returned from running some business errands when I noticed the neighbors across the street were clustered around their front yard. As Myself and My significant other had exited the car to return to The Lair, she and the indiscriminately promiscuous female over there {known as the "town slut" who reportedly has been known to engage in sexual intercourse in exchange for a pizza} had exchanged some harsh words. Well, I figured that this was between them, and there did not seem to be a threat of violence, so I circled the car and opened the trunk to remove some items acquired during the outing, when I then noticed a male someone exiting the neighbors' house motioning towards us in a somewhat "challenging" gesture, and then our gazes locked. It was in this instance that I decided to implement The Devil's Hook deep into his brain - I whispered the 'Evil Eye' spell* while motioning the Cornu with the right 'cursing' hand. He then suddenly averted My gaze and retreated into a car after being admonished despirately by another female therein to enter and leave. Knowing full well that his fate was sealed, I entered The Lair.

Bio-adrenal and emotional energy was brought forth utilizing the newly-acquired MMV cd set, thus opening 'The 7 Gates of Hell', used to powerdrive and intensify the Malediction already in motion. Abaddon was unleashed to take his sacrifice. And so it was done.

Since that incident, I had not seen him thereabouts at all, as if he had disappeared. Then upon this stormy late afternoon, I caught a glimpse of the neighbors returning from somewhere attired entirely in black {which they never do, but at least it was easier on the eyes}, looking very somber, as if they had just returned from a FUNERAL, and I instantly knew The Curse was finalized. Additional news shall be provided herein as it is made available.

Hail Victory! HAIL SATAN.

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* See Dracomeroth.

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The Repossession...

"...Make yourself a Terror to your adversary, and when he goeth his way, he will possess much additional wisdom to ruminate over." ~ The Satanic Bible.

So once in awhile some neighbors up the block carouse and cause a ruckus at night, no problem, as it can be ignored, even though it is a bit rude to others in the area. So I go out to collect some resources acquired from the grocery store, when I sense this rather mocking banter occurring, as I continue to mind My own business and take said resources back to the Lair.

Cut to the following night. There's that certain fearful, insecure forced 'laughter' emminating from over there, which stops immediately when I actually fix My gaze thereunto. All I need is to make eye contact, The 'Evil Eye', as it were, and all Hell breaks loose, along with a certain utterance of a few choice Magic Words I know, and so it was done. The Devil's Hook is established.

Well, what should occur the very same night near dawn, but the sounds of a reverberating engine on the street along with what sounds like big heavy chains rattling, so I go out to look, and see a huge vehicle towing the neighbor's cherished truck. Turns out this was the Repo Man come to collect on it because of unpaid insurance dues.

The next morning I was amused to listen to a conversation about how it was repossessed, the reason for it, juvenile whining about wanting it back, etc. What was gratifying was that not only did this occur the very same night, but I witnessed the manifestation of My will in the making, and I also received a veritable live news report as well, which was the proverbial 'cherry on top'. All of which was quite gratifying overall.

As tends to be the case, punishments happen to the herd in accordance with their level of obnoxiousness. It is again asserted that when the misdirected masochistic demonstrate such lowbrow behavior, it is no less like suicidally playing with a poisonous snake, considering their priorities seem to be skewed of self-preservation, they will invariably be bitten and will probably die, and if otherwise barely surviving, hopefully gain a lesson to ruminate over.

Hail Magic, and Hail Satan!

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VII/XXX\XLI
Destructive Organisms

Two interesting incidents in one week. Some people can be so damned masochistic, it's pathetic. 'The Devil House' which stands there as an ominous blighted spot for the herd to avoid, sometimes becomes the object of their insecurity, so the herd tend to rail against that which they fear. Like stupidly taunting a venomous snake, or purposefully placing a hand in the fire expecting not to feel pain. Surely, a suicidal death wish either way. I have noticed that the herd have become somewhat more obnoxious in the past couple of months, what with the oppressive remmus months bearing down on the land, and if so inclined, considering the 'mercury retrograde' for the last couple of weeks.

Approximately two weeks ago, the local herd's offelings had been acting rather antagonistic and irresponsible - walking on the back wall, occasionally pelting the house with pebbles, lobbing trash over the wall, even inclusive of actually batting empty crushed aluminum cans into the back yard, until reproached with a scowl and a slam of the creeking back door, at which point they scatter like so many primates. I even recall them tossing a 4th of July smoke bomb once back there and watching it smolder! They then of course claim ignorance of the deeds, like little rotten criminals seeing what they could get away with.

I normally ignore the type, not subjecting Myself with the herd and their petty concerns, but this was too close to home.

So one afternoon while clearing the cans and performing necessary household responsibilities, such justified negative energy was directed towards whomever deserved it, and about a week later, news of someone drowning in a pool at the local recreational center was announced on the radio, and I knew punishment was fulfilled. Since "parents" are apparently unable or unwilling to discipline their own destructive organisms, others should not have to suffer such annoyance, and I certainly do not have an obligation to be someone else's babysitter!* Reciprocation took its course, I have not seen these perpetrators again, nor do I care to, and there have been no problems since.

A day later, additional news surfaced dealing with a man who had accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the break while in the parking lot of a Starbuck's, surging into the front patio area therein, injuring several present, which makes Me wonder if this was not a side-effect of the negative energy radiated that day, considering both of these events occurred just a few miles from The Noctuary... although we Satanists realize that there really are no geographical boundaries to the manifestation of Satanic Magic.

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* Keep in mind that these were older teenagers, who should ideally "know better", but apparently "know nothing" of manners, consideration, or civility. Unfortunately, sometimes it takes such tragic incidents for the herd to learn their own lessons.

Also, I did not go into The Chamber and perform a formal ritual to achieve the end result; it more or less spontaneously occurred, which seems to have been the case since childhood; i.e., the environment becomes affected by emotional expression. I usually perform a formal rite for more serious endeavors.

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XII/XXVII\XLI A.S.

Another thief bites the dust!

"Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it!"

Some time ago, I decided to enter into a business partnership with a fledgling CEO for a "dark / goth" company, who initially approached Me with a cooperative proposition, as well as a request to place an infernal blessing upon her venture, that it may progress and yield success, which of course it did, until she decided to become unprofessionally deceptive and ingracious.

A certain someone who shall remain nameless, so as to not attract attention to their ill-gotten projects, decided to attempt to veritably "take the money and run" in regards to Blackthorne Productions, by lying to Myself and a customer, stating she had sent payment from the customer to Myself, when all the while she had kept the money, while denying it all the while, attempting to portray innocence. This was naturally unacceptable, so after a few opportunities to redeem herself, she remained rotten, and Lex Talionis was implemented.

As a consequence, in a month's time, both of her businesses have since justifiably faltered and disappeared into oblivion - wiped off the face of the planet.

She was useful for a time, until her true colors have been revealed, and thus, all respectability was lost. Besides these miserable traits, it also turns out she subsequently became a weakan, which may have had something to do with it, and promoted literal blood-letting, so this purging was a welcomed evilution, and justice has been done. The customer has been attended to, and remains satisfied, as Am I.

Hail Diabolic Justice! HAIL SATAN.

So It Is Done.

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