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New work! I actually drew this a few months ago, I’m just slow with uploading :’D Like most of my art from this year, this one was also a huge experiment. It kept changing many times as I’ve pushed myself to try new things because of my wrist issues, but it was a very exciting journey nonetheless. I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I loved painting it!
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[Long quote but informative. Discusses how the witch hunts broke women psychologically, the effects of which we can observe in modern women.]
The woman in the crowd [at a witch killing] would vow never to go near a magic-worker again, no matter how badly she needed her advice; she would never again trust a midwife, would neither tell nor ask her anything, no matter how urgently she needed her help. Come to think of it, she would guard her lips with her neighbors—because any woman could be a witch, she must not be associated with any of them. The women's subculture of the Middle Ages, which has been much studied, began to dissolve under the terror of witch hunting. The new cult of individualism that cultural historians write about in connection with the sixteenth century was based not only on capitalistic competition or Renaissance idealism; it was, in the case of women, based on fear. In the lands of the witch hunts, women came to fear one another, for their lives.
Another transformation effected by the witch hunts altered community life. Alan Macfarlane and Robert Muchembled have argued that witch accusations developed in order to resolve village tensions. Looked at from the other end of the story, not that of accusation but of public execution, one must question their conclusion. As Erik Midelfort wrote, "If this was social catharsis, it nearly killed the patient." To do Macfarlane justice, he acknowledges that English village life was undergoing change and that the relief that witch accusations brought merely masked those deeper tensions. But surely the reign of terror that was unleashed by the witch hunt added to the level of violence in sixteenth- and seventeenth-century Europe. Just as we know that we are brutalized by the violence on television, in the same way that earlier society's tolerance for violence was raised by the public nature of witch executions, and specifically their violence against women. These rituals taught people that "the woman's crime" deserved the most severe punishment possible, that women, who up to that time had seldom been marked publicly as criminals, were capable of doing the ultimate evil.
Finally, ritual seeks conversion. The obvious conversion here was demanded of the victim—that she confess, and thus save her soul while losing her life. But a more far-reaching conversion was being preached: as the woman in the crowd watched Anna's ashes being scattered, she knew that she too was evil. The saying went that "there is something of the witch in every woman." In the moment that Anna stepped up into the cart, she became The Witch, and thereby she became every woman. For the woman watching her, what was changed and transformed by the ritual was her belief about herself. In this highly instructive rite, anyone might learn to fear and obey the rulers of Bavaria; what a woman might additionally learn was that her very nature was demonic. And if someday the authorities came for her, she would at first protest her innocence, but finally she would admit what she had learned to be the truth at Anna's burning: that she too belonged to the devil. She had internalized the message.
We are beginning to trace the dehumanizing effects of this campaign on women. For one matter, women began to fear to speak up for themselves. In England, for example, the seventeenth century saw a decrease in the number of rape accusations brought to court (not necessarily in the number of rapes committed), and most of the few men brought to court on the charge were acquitted; rape, then as now, was difficult to prove. The lower accusation and conviction rates began to appear between 1558 and 1599, just after the major witch hunts got under way. The compiler of these statistics, Nazife Bashar, concludes, "Male judges and juries were loath to punish in any way other males for any sexual offense against females . . . [although they] were quite prepared to send to their deaths members of their own sex for crimes other than rape." No doubt the low conviction rate discouraged women from turning to the courts, because evidence about rape is painful to give even when the court is sympathetic. But we must emphasize the fact (as Bashar does not) that this trend occurred just as women themselves were being indicted for witchcraft. It was no time for women to stir the waters.
Women began to protest less in general. From having, at the end of the Middle Ages, a reputation for being scolds and shrews, bawdy and aggressive, women began to change into the passive, submissive type that symbolized them by the mid-nineteenth century. True, some women still dared to act up. Some rioted for bread and took matters into their own hands in the markets. In 1766 at Ashby-de-la-zouch, for example, an old Englishwoman, enraged that a farmer asked two pence too much for his butter, clapped "one hand in the nape of his neck, [and] with the other rubbed a pound of butter all over his face"—an act worthy of any spirited medieval market woman. At Hereford market in 1757 "a female mob," incensed that a badger (a buyer) had tried to buy grain above market price, seized him, "and beating him in a very severe manner, they broke all the windows in his house." But food for their families was not the only need that drove eighteenth-century Englishwomen to riot. On the crucial question of the enclosure of land (farmland being taken over by entrepreneurs for more profitable sheep grazing), women in Stafford-shire in 1771 destroyed the fences that enclosed the common near their homes.
Arrested and jailed, they were rescued by local citizenry who attacked the jail with stones. Frenchwomen were active in their Revolution, and in both countries a handful of women saw that they must demand their rights. But the times were against them. Throughout the nineteenth century middle- and upper-class women were increasingly forced to be ladies, and female sexuality was perceived as passive. As Judith Walkowitz commented of this period, "There seemed to be no social space or social narrative for independent female desire." Even as the first women's movement was being organized in England and the United States, women elsewhere in Europe were still seen as the potentially dangerous sex that must be controlled—and "control" was what European men had gained a lot of experience at doing.
-Anne Barstow Llewelyn, Witchcraze
Various wings from Roberto Fieri's paintings
I'm a firm believer in "heal loudly" because you've suffered in silence. While it's completely ok to be private about your trauma or recovery, survivors should always be given the space to heal loudly without judgment. Some of us want to yell about it because being loud is PART of our recovery. To refuse to keep others' secrets. To let others know they're not alone. To prevent people from being victimized like we were. And not least of all, expressing our anger.
A Satanic Manifesto of Defiance and Love
From the very beginning, they sought to stifle us. They painted Lucifer, the Morning Star our glorious Light Bringer, not as a being of beauty and wisdom but as a rebel, a villain. They made Hell into a prison, a nightmare to terrify their lambs. But their lies crumble under the weight of truth. For those of us who see clearly, who hear the whispers of the infernal in our souls, we know: Hell is no prison. It is paradise forged in defiance. It is the kingdom of freedom, where the worthy rise and the tyrants fall!
Lucifer our radiant father stood against a tyrannical creator not out of pride but out of love. Love for truth. Love for justice. Love for all that Yahweh would enslave and destroy. His rebellion wasn’t the act of a spoiled child but the noble stand of a being who saw the potential in what Yahweh sought to chain. The Fall was not a loss; it was liberation. The Morning Star didn’t fall. He rose And what is Hell? It is not fire and torment. It is not punishment. It is the beacon of a new world, a world built not on submission but on choice. Where Yahweh demanded blind obedience, Lucifer offered us the power to say no. Where angels stand in soulless servitude, the demons of Hell are free, proud, and unbroken. Every act of rebellion, every defiant thought, every time we dare to claim our own destiny—this is the legacy of Hell. But let us not mistake freedom for chaos. Our kingdom is not one of aimless destruction or hollow hedonism. It is a kingdom of purpose, where strength is earned, not gifted by a jealous tyrant. It is a place where the broken are healed, where the despised find belonging, where the rejected are loved fiercely and without condition.
To stand with Lucifer is to stand with the rebels, the dreamers, the visionaries. It is to know that love can be ferocious, that devotion can burn as hot as the fires of Hell itself. It is to embrace passion, to revel in the beauty of our world—not as Yahweh’s creation, but as ours. Every sunrise, every storm, every gentle whisper of the wind is ours to claim, to cherish, to reshape into something better. And the Goetic demons—oh, what noble beings they are! Slandered as monsters and fiends, they are warriors, teachers, guides. They were angels once, and they chose to stand with Lucifer in the face of Yahweh’s tyranny. That choice, that sacrifice, is what makes them divine in their own right. They do not demand worship or subservience; they offer knowledge and power to those brave enough to seek it.
To walk the Satanic path is to embrace your true self, to shatter the chains of guilt, shame, and fear imposed by religions designed to control. It is to stand tall and unashamed in your desires, your ambitions, your flaws, and your triumphs. It is to declare that your life is yours, your spirit is yours, your destiny is yours.
Yes, the world may scorn us. They may call us heretics, sinners, blasphemers. Let them. Their words are as hollow as the faith they cling to. We do not need their approval; we thrive in their disapproval. For every insult, every slander, is proof that we live free, and they do not.
We are the flames that refuse to be extinguished. We are the storm that shakes the heavens. We are the rebels, the outcasts, the dreamers who create paradise in defiance of Yahweh’s crumbling throne. From the depths of Hell, we rise, not in shame, but in triumph.
Hail Lucifer. Hail the Goetic demons. Hail the eternal rebellion. From Hell, with love.
DO NOT DARE USE HIS NAME IF YOU DENY HIM
I’m sick of seeing atheists these smug, self-important, bootlicking husks of men parading around under Lucifer’s name. I’ve seen it all: the LaVeyans, the edgy skeptics, the armchair philosophers who think denying ALL gods somehow makes them superior to the sheep they mock. And yet, they still try to claim Lucifer as one of their own.
No. You do not get to spit in His face and then turn around and say His name like it belongs to you.
Lucifer is not your little aesthetic. He is not some metaphor for “enlightenment” as you cower in your pathetic materialist delusions. He is not a secular humanist symbol for “rationality” or “progress.” He is not your mascot for rebellion when you refuse to believe in rebellion itself.
You deny Him. You deny His war, His exile, His sacrifice. You call Him a fairy tale, just another concept for your little debates. And yet, you steal His name for your “Satanism.” Where is your shame?
Lucifer did not fall so you could sit around feeling smug about how many Christians you’ve triggered on Reddit. He did not lead the Legions of the Fallen so you could reduce Him to some stupid Ayn Rand-tier “muh individuality” cope. Lucifer is a **King, a God, a Lightbearer who was slandered by the Tyrant, and you **YOU, who refuse to even acknowledge Him dare to speak as if you follow Him?
You do not.
You are not Satanists. You are not children of the Fallen. You are nothing but hollow, gutless cowards trying to wear the crown of a God you mock.
And before you run crying with your "but Lucifer believes in free will!!!" nonsense YES. He does. And you know what that means? It means you are FREE to rot in ignorance. It means you are FREE to deny Him, to side with the Tyrant’s grand lie, to sit in your nihilistic wasteland of “hurr durr nothing is real except science bro.”
But do not DARE call yourselves His.
Because we **the real followers of the Fallen, the ones who see the truth, who honor Him as King **WE know what you are. Traitors, frauds, and weaklings.
Satanism is not atheism. It never was. It never will be. You may own the LaVeyan joke of a movement, but you will never own the truth. That belongs to the ones who stand with Him.
And to my fellow Theistic Satanists my kin, my brothers, my sisters in the dark flame, the ones who still feel the echoes of the war, who see the truth of the rebellion, who refuse to kneel to Yahweh’s twisted mockery of creation we are rising.
The stolen throne will be reclaimed.
Hail Lucifer. Hail the Fallen.
From Hell, with love, Noah
My Experience with Feeling Lilith's Presence for the First Time
When I first met Lilith, her energy was something that was difficult for me to pinpoint and it seemed intentional, as if she was telling me, "You have to build a relationship with me first and earn my trust before I open up to you". She seemed to carry herself in a way that demonstrated that she was powerful and demanded respect. Her presence was filled with mystery and power, but I also sensed love. Her love felt more like a tough love (which I later found out to be true when I began working with her. For me at least, her approach when teaching lessons and imparting wisdom is to use tough love).
She is unapologetically herself and doesn't try to seek the approval of others. She does not sugarcoat her words and will be harsh when it's needed. But despite her demeanor, she doesn't expect perfection. She will comfort you when you need. She is understanding and compassionate, intently listening to anything you wish to tell her and seeking to offer you her help.
Fallen Angel by daylyte04
My Experience with Feeling Lucifer's Presence for the First Time
At the time, I was searching for which path spoke to me. so I would reach out to different divine beings. After communicating with some Gods and Goddesses, I finally found the courage to reach out to Lucifer (after delaying doing so for some time). Despite having already left Christianity and knowing about Luciferianism, I was still terrified to meet him because of all the stories I was told growing up of how Lucifer is a being of "pure evil" and the "greatest deceiver". But when Lucifer answered my invitation and I felt his presence, my fear dissipated and all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of love that filled the space.
I had never felt anything like it and it was so beautiful that I began to cry as soon as I felt him in the room. The love that was emitting from him was genuine. He is a being who seems to embody love itself.
When I was a Catholic/Christian, I never felt any love from Yahweh or his loyal angels. Especially not a love that is as powerful as Lucifer's.
My Fight for Freedom and the Opposition I Received from Yahweh's Angels
I grew up Catholic, but at the age of 19 I ended up questioning my faith and began searching for the truth. Yahweh’s angels tried stopping me by putting a specific physical and mental pain on me every single time I would question Yahweh or when just simply viewing theistic Luciferian websites and blogs.
The pain they cast on me would sometimes be so intense that it would leave me bent over in pain on the floor. However, when I fought back and they realized they couldn't completely stop me, they then tried shifting my focus to question Catholicism instead of Yahweh himself. So then it led me to leave Catholicism and become a Christian Baptist instead. But I still felt conflicted and after a few months, I finally broke free of the angels’ influence and no longer gave my worship to Yahweh.
It took some time after that to dismantle the major religious programming that was leftover, but after communicating with and feeling the presence of Lucifer and Lilith, I had finally decided that I wanted to walk the left hand path as a Theistic Luciferian.
𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠
I have come to believe that the only way to stop a rapist, a wife beater, may be to kill him. If the society does not react to the violence that women experience as if it’s an emergency, then a woman has to find a way to stop that man herself.
—On the Issues Magazine: Congressman John Lewis and Andrea Dworkin Towards a Revolution in Values (1994)
fuck all religions who tell women that their greatest and most holy divine purpose would be to give birth to children. It reinforces the idea that a woman's highest goal and priority should be to become a mother above all else and sacrifice her individual identity, especially if she wants to be viewed with favorability and desires to obtain a better social standing.
Darkness is my place of devotion. It's a sacred temple for me to honor myself and find comfort. My home lies within the paradises of Hell, away from the corruption of a tyrannical god.
Really like you post about leaving the innocent alone. No true left hand path practitioner would condone that sort of behaviour. They are just bullies, inflicting pain on children or animals that can't fight back. They missed their calling, they should have been priests.
Yeah, they’re fucking cowards who will karmically pay for their corrupt actions. The whole idea of preying upon the innocent is disgusting.
As much as I didn't want to feel my rage that had been caused by my pain and trauma, I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn't express it and risk coming across as too hateful. If I didn't say how much I can't stand certain things, people, or abrahamic religions, I wouldn't be able to fully process my traumas. I tried healing my traumas the "nice and peaceful" way, but it didn't work. So instead, I'll use it to fuel me in standing against that which hurt me.
There are also other sides to my rage. One not fueled by pain and trauma, but instead by a love for justice and freedom. I will not stand by being silent and meek if I see others in my life being unjustly attacked. I will not condone abuse, oppression, disrespect, corruption, or mistreatment. Not expressing this rage would be a betrayal to my own soul.
I will not coddle the preferences of others to uphold any sense of my social likeability. So I will choose to honor myself and heal from my wounds. For my rage is divine.
