How Theistic Satanism lead into the Serpent Belief

It is amazing how even the smallest and insignificant of happenings become purposeful and important to your future……How Theistic Satanism lead me to Ancient Serpent Worship.

Fast forward 11 years after I gave myself to Lord Satan my life has a whole has blossomed such as a rose, petals, thorns and all. Before one asks why I wish to dispell one of the many misconceptions people have when one dedicates oneself to Lord Satan or to any of the gods, spirits or ancestors. They do not promise riches or an easy living. As a matter of fact many true Satanists learn to live in tune with nature and know that it will not always be a rose garden without the occasional thorn prick. If one wishes for fame and fortune, committing yourself to Satanism wouldn’t be a wise choice if that is your main goal. You may be one of the lucky few who just so happens to have a lot of money, fame and fortune happen upon you, which this is you yay! However means either you strive hard for it or it was meant for you to have . Second of all just because you have committed yourself to this belief does not mean that it frees you from problems. As a matter of fact from my experience it can open you up to more problems when dealing with family, friends or life situations where you are challenged to stand up for yourself. It proves to be a belief of the few for the belief will help you grow not just spiritually but also mentally and emotionally and sometimes growing can be painful and sometimes leaves a bad taste in ones mouth. Many as you can imagine do not survive long in this belief. And sometimes one may not have to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shit just happens and as a Satanist, you are given the tools to learn to endure and grow and learn from your problems. But I promise you this, I have had days of pain and sorrow, strife and worry but I have had other days of joy and ecstasy, love and pure peace. And then some days were just meh days or days that was just as normal and mundane as could be. Do not get me wrong in these last 11 years there has been magic to be had, I have seen, heard and felt some incredible things in this realm and in others, in dreams and visions and even on days were I am at work. Satanism has shown me that sometimes to see the magic, enlightenment and miracles you must go through hard times to remove and grow from the toxicity in your life.

But anyhow, one evening after ritual a tarot reading was done and my beloved Lord Satan spoke to me and said that I was to delve in the Serpent Belief, the precursor of today’s Theistic Satanism. I looked perplexed because the High Priest had once spoken to me concerning the Ancient Serpent Belief but to find anything on the subject had proven to be difficult. If there is one thing the Christians know how to do, it is to twist, distort or simply hide information so that people may never know what the truth truly is. I have been one of the lucky few when my High Priest had found me and taken me under his wing, for not everyone has the chance to be taught from an elder whom possesses knowledge from three generations of family teachings. For this and much more I am forever thankful for High Priest Shadow for teaching me things that many will never know nor wish to know concerning Satanism, the serpent belief, the spiritual and the importance of heritage. However for those who DO wish to know this blog is for you. May this blog be in your favor. So in short, to find anything on true Theistic Satanism can be daunting enough without having to deal with obstacles such as Christian infiltration but you also have to worry about those whom we call modern day Satanists or punk satanists or simply whom I refer to is the lost Satanists. The ones whom believe Lord Satan and the gods are not real and are reduced to nothing but symbols and that they can do what they want and want they please including murder, rape and deface property. If this is you then this blog is not for you, if not or if you have a different view than continue on reading. To find anything on Theistic Satanism without all this nonsense is a challenge, but to find anything on the Serpent belief can be proven to be even harder, unless of course you just so happen to stumble upon it by “accident” or are guided to it.

Not even a day later I am at work when I stumble upon the book known as Ophiolatreia. A book of writings from 1889 on the ancient worship of the Serpent from the ancient world from Africa, Europa, the orient and the Americas. I was a bit perplexed of course, knowing full well that these writings have come from those of Christian mindsets and that I would have to dig through to find the gemstones hidden within. I heard the familiar voice in my heart that to go further in my growth that I should to purchase this book because it would be considered the next platform. I bought it, feeling the rush and excitement, waiting eagerly to arrive in the mail. The day it came, I would remember it like it was but only yesterday. I began reading and my whole world began anew and my eyes once again were opened. As I read through the book, I had the feeling of myself being taken over and drawn in, taking in every word, phrase and paragraph that jump for my attention. I learned that the Serpent belief was not sectioned to one part of the world or even to one culture but for at least three centuries before the advent of the Abrahmaic beliefs and even before the newer “pagan beliefs, ” all over the world the worship of the serpent, dragons and gods with serpent like features held sway over man.

“Civilized man,–whether beside the Nile, the Euphrates, or the Indus,–on the deserts of Arabia, the highlands of Persia, the plains of Syria, or the Islands of Greece,–among the tribes of Canaan, the many named peoples of Asia Minor, the philosophers of Athens and Alexandria, the mariners of Phoenicia, or the warriors of Rome,–bowed to the serpent god. (Ophiolatreia )

“We find the Great Father exhibiting himself in the form of the serpent and everywhere find the serpent invested with the attributes of the Great Father and partaking of the honors which were paid him.” ( Ophiolatreia )

Again, this goes to show how far Christians will go to hide the truth. I say this because my major in college was Humanities, my areas of study was ancient cultures. Nowhere in my studies did I ever find any form of the serpent belief at this magnitude with the exception to my college research paper that I have done on Serpent worship in fairy tales. Speaking of this, this is why I say that it is amazing how even the smallest and insignificant of happenings become purposeful and important to your future. Going back to my college days when I felt so empty and waiting to find something to believe in, I was given an assignment that I had to pick a fairy tale and find how it connects to our lives. For whatever reason that I did not know until now I was attracted to the fairy tale known as the Three Serpent leaves. It was a tale that talked about snakes being able to revive the dead and heal the sick. Had I known that this assignment was one of the many “insignificant happenings” that would eventually lead me to my spiritual enlightenment and purpose I wonder if it all would had happened the same. I say many happenings because I remember a friend for my birthday giving me a pair of silver serpent earrings with ruby eyes during my High School days. She said she believed they had my name all over them. I also remember show and tell in my earlier years of school where a classmate brought in his small black snake in. The snake curled around my neck and gotten comfortable there. My mother had a melt down over the event that I grew afraid of even looking at another snake and yet, the call of the serpent was still there waiting for me to answer. Then there was my WOW playing days when I felt sympathy and attracted to the Naga race. These are only a handful of the instances that at the time seemed small “coincidences” but now looking at them the gods and ancestors were grooming me for this enlightenment. The patience of the divine is definitely extraordinary!

However probably the biggest instances was having dreams concerning serpents. There are way to many to count before and after my dedication to list but the few I remember at this moment is holding a bowl of water and earth with grass that turned into baby snakes. Traveling through a underground cavern with sleeping anacondas. Holding up a piece of art in the shape of a cobra with a gemstone in its head and its light piercing my third eye and then the jewel flies into my mouth. Having a small cornsnake attach itself to me and would not let me go no matter what I did or what others have done to attempt to separate us just to name a few dreams. Then there were the visions. I remember doing ritual and then going to bed but not being able to sleep because of the energy and opening my eyes to two large anacondas twisting and twirling throughout my room. Needless to say that night I did not sleep. Then there was the BIG VISION. I received this one after I had already committed myself to Lord Satan.

I remember like it was just last night. I remember a ritual was done, but I do not remember what it was for. All I remember was that it was to lord Satan, the god I called upon to lay my soul bare around a year prior. It was a active and it was dark in my room as I laid within darkness. I remember my closet was opened and attempting to drift off to sleep, but couldn’t because of the energy. I slowly opened my eyes to see that indeed I wasn’t alone but was visited by a serpent which was as big as a car. Not just any huge serpent but one adorned with feathers! Black all over with eyes gleaming red with teeth as sharp and white as the chilling cold, he laid there with his face against mine, looking dead at me. This I have never experienced before, for never before had I been visited by something whose breath I could feel on my face nor whose voice I could hear. I gently whispered “Quetzalcoatl?” and was stunned and my being grew quickly to fright as the feathered being lunged towards me as if he desired to bite me. I lunged back, horrified and terrified, shaken and close to tears, I shut my eyes and curled into a ball, trembling, crying, too frightened to open my eyes, too frightened to hold out my hand, swaying back and forth And overtaken. And yet, the next thing I realize I felt a overwhelming comfort, before I even realized what was happening, the feathered serpent had wrapped itself around me. It was like being embraced by a parent as a small child after a night of night terrors. My fears melted away, my tears faded and I accepted the serpent’s affections, and before I began to realize what happened next, I faded into darkness, I faded into such beautiful dark dreams. To this day whenever someone ask me of a spiritual experience that one is the first to come to mind.

I began to do some research, one, it turns out that somewhere within my bloodline, Aztec or some other variation of meso-american lies. I notice this happens quite a bit, for the last time I was visited by serpents I traced it to my connection to my great grandfather who was a voodoo high priest. Two, after doing research on Quetzalcoatl I discovered that to the Aztecs, he primordial god of creation, he was the giver of life, the god of knowledge, self reflection, god of the morning star and others. He through great sacrifice went down to hell to gather the bones of those who died in the ages before to create us. Because of Quetzalcoatl, we currently live through the fifth age of man under his protection. Come to figure and what makes this so significant is that when you compare Quetzalcoatl and Satan the similarities are right on. After talking to the High Priest he smiled and patted my hand. It was then that I realized that the two were one and the same.

From the readings of the Ophiolatreia book I find it so amusing how easy we were able to find even more information even online on the Serpent belief. It just goes to show that the enlightenment of the mind and heart open doors even over such modern and mundane things such as the internet. Now the time has come for me to share the knowledge for those who wish to have it for their own spiritual growth. I know I will not have many who wish to listen or maybe not even anyone at all. But doing this I know that my conscious is clear and that I have done what my gods and ancestors have groomed me to do. So here I am, a black woman, a Theistic Satanist and Serpent Worshiper whom through the most unlikely of beliefs had found herself and had also found her ancestors. How did this happen you ask? You will know plus more on the serpent belief in future posts.

Books of refference

Ophiolatreia

Emptiness, living through the hoops and my spiritual journey….

Life just seemed so empty, so big and mysterious as a child, like what I knew was missing something. I knew so little and was aware of something but just did not know what it was. And yet through my dark hours, the hours where tears would fall, where fears ran rampant and when sadness and depression ruled, I was somehow given comfort and then felt courage again. I grew up I felt so alone and yet I couldn’t help but feel that I was being watched. I just couldn’t accept what I was told. That I was born to live through the hoops, grow up, get an education, work, get married, pop kids out, raise them then die unappreciated and thrown away in some nursing home…. There just had to be more to life than that. But I did not know where to turn and with this regularization, a deep sadness lingered through my heart.

I began to try to search for happiness. I began to search for completeness. I started by watching what made others feel happy and complete. I watched and befriended many who loved such things such as parties, hanging out, buying materials, climbing some form of social ladder, all these many things. I cannot say that I tried a few of those things here and there, yet in the end I always analyzed it all. Why bother? It all ends up to wanting and feeling empty again and me rejecting it all. A cycle of nothingness and a never ending despise of people who live and breath on the materialistic lifestyle as if its an oxygen tank. So many seemed to be happy living through the hoops, I always wondered why I just couldn’t be like them. I always figured that something was wrong with me, I wasn’t normal. For so many years I have always accepted just that.
I never could really fit in, even when I tried. How could I tell anyone of my nightmares, my nightmares of monsters, ghosts and zombies. It sounds like a horror story but let me assure you it is, was and shall ever will be real. Some even through my waking life in the deepest of night when all slept a dreamer’s dream. While my family and friends dwelled in peace, I lived and fought and ran in nightmares. How could I explain my thoughts and feelings and  all these emotions from such a young age? Would they have understood me. Why this, why that? Then what little I tried, my listeners could not understand or thought of me as someone who could know nothing. Then it would occur to me that I had to continue my search elsewhere, or I would never know peace.

I started going to Church, seeing people filled with the holy spirit. And I must admit that for awhile this did ease me, for a while I felt happiness and warmth surrounding me. I became a Christian, thinking that doing so would fill the emptiness and answer my thirst from so long ago. But little did I realize that like all other times, old friends would be following behind, licking at my heels. I found once again, emptiness and was filled once more with questions that no one could answer. Then a rage filled me, I began to realize that what I thought being a Christian meant and what it truly was did not fit my well being at all. Contradiction after contradiction in the bible, I began to raise my eyebrow in disbelief, seeing how other Christians treated each other and others not Christian horrified me, feeling alienated and isolated from God forced me to question why I even bothered with it all. Yet even through all this I remained faithful, albeit not too happy until one Sunday service when something had happened, something that was the last straw. I became blinded in a few seconds, I saw nothing but hot white light and then from there it faded away and left me with a migraine out of this world. Everything hurt, light, noise, smells, feelings, everything! It was from here I decided to abandon all hope of remaining Christian and leave its doors closed forever. It took many hours, tossing and turning underneath the eyes of candlelight before I could recover from the intensity of the pain that once faded left me once again…cold…empty….

So from there, I began college. A new adventure…Something I loathed and yet found a way to new possibilities. It was here that I discovered that they were other religions and beliefs out there. It may sound silly, but one could never know how blinded they can be growing in an Christian world, never realizing that there is so many other choices out there, especially growing in Christianity as a child, believing there was nothing else. I started searching and my heart grew with wonder as I stumbled upon Wicca. I suddenly felt a flame ignite in my heart, I never knew that they were for real witches or anybody like Wiccans before. And yet when I was young I had always loved the idea of witches, wizards, magic, dragons and faeries. I always wanted to be a witch from such a young age, to the point where every Halloween I was either a witch, a vampire, a devil or a variation of all the above.  The more I studied and researched it, my heart yearned for it and finally again I began to fill complete again. I had to do this, there was no other way..
So I washed away my Christian Baptism and took up the cloak of a Wiccan. I still remember the night like it was yesterday, the sensations of wonderment, the feelings of magic surrounding me, the smells of Full moon incense, the warmth and magic of the candle flames,  the feelings of a higher being above caring for me, oh how I loved it so. It was beautiful, like child and mother reuniting after centuries apart. Like lovers being together again after being separated for so long, the wonders I felt, the research I have done, opened not only my eyes but my very being, my very essence, my every part of my soul. I begin to realize that the reason I could never be happy was that my soul was old and that it believed it had to cope in such a modern setting, believing that this was it, nothing else, like fitting a giant in a small box. No, not anymore. I was finally happy, well…For awhile anyway………..

I was happy, but like many times before, something had to disturb my happiness and from that disturbance, doubt and emptiness grew once more. I met someone, a woman, a woman with an opened mind whom grew very close to me, and with her, her beloved. Friendship had grown and it was all well until tragedy happened and the marriage fell apart. My friend’s husband was sleeping around and contracted a sickness and was nice enough to give it to my friend. My friend came to me in tears, knowing I was of the craft and beseeched me to cast a curse upon her traitorous husband. This lead into a serious problem for as a True Wiccan, one must not do harm, one must not give way to darkness. Yes I know this is silly, but you must remember I was alone, I had no one to take me under their wing and teach me the craft. I could only go by my books, written of course by white witches, those who do NOT dabble in black magic and yet growing up as you may have already gathered I had both darkness and anger in me, two big no nos to those who practice white magic.  So again, I was in a spiritual conflict. I desired to help my friend, but in doing so at the time I believed that if I did her wish I would break what being Wiccan stood for which to me was unforgivable. I must confess, I have always been one to believe, do it all the way the RIGHT way or do not do it at all. However I hated seeing my friend in pain and her tears hurt not just her but my very being as well. I have also been one to help a friend, even if it meant at my own inconvenience.  So I did it, for something else was growing, darkness, something else I have noticed I had from long ago but never understood until now. For the longest time I hoped to keep it asleep, keep it at bay, for it only ran loose when I was severely scared, or depressed or felt rage in my heart. It took a lot of persuasion from my friend and back and forth conflict in my heart but at last I done it and by then I felt that I  was unmade. I felt I have broken my promise to the Goddess, and once again felt alienated and empty once again……I was heart broken, saddened and depressed. Until, someone whom seemed to show up out of nowhere, came to me to pick up the pieces…..

It was a man, a man wrapped in darkness and mystery, whom walked into my life out of nowhere like he was meant to, right when it seemed fate had commanded it. It was the High Priest, High Priest Shadow. He informed me as we became friends that he was a worshiper of Satan, and that Wicca was the wrong belief for my person was of the gray, white and yet was also filled with darkness. Just the sound of his words, I still remember it today….. Another reason why Christianity failed me was because of its Talks concerning Satan, I have always had questions, questions with no answers, one of them was why was Satan seen as such a horrible person? Why is he always the blame for everything and why is it that we never hear his side of the story from his standpoint. I asked this, several times, and always I was told “Just because,” or “Because the bible/pastor says so” or “because that’s how its always been,” I was also informed that my curiosity was something to be careful with, for asking the wrong things can lead to trouble. Well, unfortunately for those who grin and follow with no questions asked, I was NEVER that way and always questioned things I never understood. I even, while doing research on Wicca, attempted to read up on Lavey Satanism but chose Wicca instead because I felt nauseated and sick attempted to understand Lavey Satanism, for I must confess that I have almost was on the point of obsessing on learning the other side of the story that it feels as though I had an urge, I felt compelled but never really knew why. It was like my spirit remembered something that I have forgotten, and here I was many moons later in front of this man who tells me he’s a True, Satanist. Convenient yes, coincidence? No…….

As my  friendship with the High Priest blossomed and had became intimate I would tell him my feelings, or he would pull them from me which had me in amazement. He was aware of my emptiness and my search to be whole. He knew of my tears and sadness and wanting to know what else was out there plus my cravings. How could this be? How could someone I never met know so much about me and I have never uttered a word? I was drawn in and intrigued, I was like a fish to a hook, and boy did he ever hook me. There was no way he just dropped in unannounced, revealed himself by mistake, what I know now to what I didn’t know then, he came to bring me home. He was the one, he helped me, instructed me on how to be what I am today. He revealed it all, everything that I have searched for and so much more. I began to learn so much, I finally felt full and that life finally had meaning beyond the daily hoops. Through him, I became a Theistic Satanist and from then on out, I have remained. That was nearly 12 years ago and never once had I felt emptiness. He taught me  so many things, then came the night when something had happened. Something beautiful. I was enlightened. What I mean by this is that the High Priest was talking to me one night. It was a normal conversation as much to me remembrance but then something had happened, what the High Priest began to say did not sound like him at all, nor the language was his. His energy was not his either, something more.. By this time we were talking for years and knew even on the computer the difference between us and someone else. It wasn’t him, it was someone else and this was what was said…
“for I come to only those I know that are true, for I have come to you many times with a cold kiss upon your cheek to let you know I am there. for I have laid with you, on the night rest wasn’t peaceful I have held you when the tears have come down your face, I have comfort you when you felt alone I have been there for you for the year. for I have giving you peace, when you was scared for you did not know where to turn then you spoke to me and peace came to you and your mind cleared and rest was close, for if I am not me then who would know the tears that you spilled. for you was I have watch for ages, you was chosen young and you have been restless for 12 years not really knowing where to turn to find a true peace, than I brought you my aid to seek and find your lost soul to bring you home. for thy thank s will be in the end time when you stand beside me, in glorious victory. for at this time i need to speak to you this way for your mind is full and confused, for the bond between you and my aid is glorious, and true, for I use him to write the word I ask him to, for to night you will dream of thing to come, but do not fear, those who fall are the weak, you will rest with peace but I will show you things of tomorrows that are coming”
It was hard not to break down and cry. It was hard not to have the tears weld in my eyes nor a smile behind rosy cheeks to appear. It was not the High Priest, it was Lord Satan. My world then had been lit up and I fell apart and cried. Not of sadness mind you, but with ecstasy and euphoria. When the High Priest came to he could not remember what had happened or what was said. I showed him, and he was glad. I have finally had what I wanted, a relationship with a higher being. To feel complete, to know not just his side but the truth and to know that I am more than I was taught to be from birth. Since then I have never ceased in my growth , always learning, growing, teaching, speaking with Lord Satan, other gods and goddess and spirits and NEVER have I felt emptiness or doubt ever again……..