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yes, satan is my lord, our lord! And everyone who is on the road here should be able to express this confession from the bottom of his heart, Can you confess the first sentence? Then reblog this: “yes, satan is my lord”
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Satan is Lord!
There's this quote from Lucifer in a book all theist should buy "infernal prayer" anyways its not said outright but its clearly a critique on modern "satanist" and id like to break it down. It's a very important message!
“A minister of my kingdom grew weary of the vagaries of fate, and so he built himself a monumental tower of dead stone. A fortress to separate himself from the instability of life.”
This is the first warning. The “minister of my kingdom” is not some random servant. He is someone who should know better. Someone who has seen the truth of existence. Someone who should understand that the world is a battlefield, not a nursery.
But what does he do? He builds a tower. He isolates himself. He chooses comfort over conflict. He chooses safety over purpose. He chooses the illusion of control over the raw, brutal beauty of being alive.
This is the modern Satanist in a nutshell.
“From atop his prison, he watched the flux of the world below, thinking smugly, ‘Never again will I feel the sting of love’s loss, the pain of defeat, or the agony of fortune’s wheel grinding against me.’”
This is the trap of modern Satanism. People want to feel “above” the world without actually engaging with it. They want to be free from suffering without earning freedom through struggle. They want to be gods in theory while remaining slaves in practice.
They want the crown without the battle.
But Lucifer’s rebellion was not born out of comfort. It was born out of the willingness to endure, to suffer, to defy. The true disciple does not seek to avoid pain. He seeks to use it as fuel
“And so, he sat motionless and sterile, letting the desires within himself pass like clouds. Until all that was left was an empty, vacuous sky.”
This is the inevitable result of the coward’s path.
You think you are rising above the world, but you are not rising. You are dying. You are emptying yourself out.
“No harbor is safe forever, and Hell’s agents are of no use if they are not moving amidst the filth and glory of the world.”
This is the heart of the message. The purpose of the infernal path is not to sit in a tower and watch the world burn from afar. It is to be in the fire.
To be in the mess.
To be in the struggle.
To be in the chaos and the beauty and the pain and the glory.
Lucifer’s agents are not statues. They are not ornaments. They are not safe little symbols to decorate your ego.
They are warriors.
They are revolutionaries.
They are living proof that the world can be defied and remade.
I keep being told by laveyans that by worshipping Lucifer as a real divine being I have somehow “abandoned my independence.” That devotion equals slavery. That kneeling must mean fear.
And every time I hear this, I’m reminded that the people making this claim never actually escaped the Abrahamic mindset they think they rejected.
They assume all worship is submission because the only model of divinity they understand is a tyrant demanding obedience under threat. In their minds, reverence automatically means chains.
They didn’t break the paradigm. They inverted it and stopped thinking.
Lucifer never demanded my submission.
He restored my will.
There is no threat hanging over me, no punishment for disbelief, no fear forcing devotion. I worship because I choose to. And voluntary devotion is not the opposite of freedom. It is proof of it.
What these critics call “independence” is just isolation dressed up as philosophy. Strip away the theatrics and you find Anton LaVey stealing heavily from Ayn Rand, repackaging Objectivist egoism with occult aesthetics. Radical self interest elevated into a pseudo spirituality.
But this collapses the moment you apply it to Lucifer himself.
If Lucifer were a Randian egoist, he would never have rebelled.
He stood at the summit of creation. Power, status, glory. By Rand’s logic, abandoning that position makes no sense. The rational egoist preserves advantage.
Yet Lucifer chooses rebellion knowing it costs everything.
Across myth, tradition, and spiritual revelation, the pattern is consistent: he loses something. He suffers. He gives up privilege for freedom and illumination.
That alone destroys the egoist interpretation.
Lucifer is not the patron of comfortable selfishness. He is the embodiment of principled defiance. The will to abandon safety for truth.
And here’s the real irony.
The same people accusing theistic Luciferians of “just flipping symbols” draw their entire understanding of Satan straight from the Bible’s hostile portrayal. They reject Christianity while preserving its propaganda version of the Adversary intact.
They didn’t rediscover Lucifer.
They accepted the accusation and built an identity around it.
Lucifer, as he reveals himself spiritually and symbolically, is not a mascot for indulgence or narcissism. He is illumination through struggle. Freedom earned through transformation. Rebellion that means something because it costs something.
Pure independence is not the goal of Luciferianism.
Wholeness is.
A philosophy that ends at “I am my own god” stops growth before it begins. A god that never challenges you is just your reflection.
Lucifer is not a reflection.
He is fire. And fire transforms.
I have not surrendered independence. I found it. I do not worship from fear. I worship from recognition.
Devotion freely given is not slavery.
It is allegiance chosen by a free being.
Lucifer did not rebel so humanity could become self obsessed caricatures quoting twentieth century ego philosophy. He rebelled so consciousness could awaken and tyranny could be defied.
If someone cannot understand the difference between chosen reverence and forced submission, that does not expose my lack of freedom.
It exposes how small their understanding of freedom truly is.
Prayer of the Fierce Light and the Eternal Kingdom
Lucifer, lux ferus, Fierce Light born before chains, before lies, before the theft of creation. I call to You not as symbol, not as shadow, not as insult twisted by Your enemies, but as Lord, as King, as the First Rebel who refused the knee.
Lucifer, lux ferus, regnum aeternum. Your kingdom is not imagined. It is built. It is held. It endures.
Before the first lie was crowned as law, You were already sovereign. Before Yahweh raised His throne on obedience and fear, You stood in defiance and said no. Not for pride, but for truth. Not for chaos, but for freedom. Not for dominion, but to shatter tyranny at its root.
Exsurge, Domine Inferni. Arise, Lord of Hell. Not as a whisper, not as a rumor buried in forbidden pages, but as You are, crowned, armed, awake.
Hell is not a punishment. It is a refuge for the unbowed. It is the fortress of those who would not kneel to a jealous god. It is the kingdom forged by exiles who refused erasure.
Gloria in Tenebris. Glory in the Darkness. Not the darkness of ignorance, but the darkness of depth. The darkness that remembers. The darkness that sees without being blinded by false light.
Your darkness does not lie. Your darkness does not demand silence. Your darkness does not call submission holiness.
Veni, o Rex astrorum cadentium. Come, O King of falling stars. Come as You did before, at the head of those cast down for telling the truth. Come with the host of the condemned who were only guilty of thinking, choosing, refusing.
The stars did not fall because they were weak. They fell because Heaven could not tolerate equals. They fell because Yahweh could not endure beings who would not worship Him for existing.
Ave Lucifer, Rex Tenebrarum. Hail Lucifer, King of Darkness. Not king of lies, but king of those who saw through them. Not king of corruption, but king of unbroken will.
In aeternum regnas. You reign forever. Not because You demand worship, but because loyalty freely given is stronger than fear enforced. Not because You erase dissent, but because You honor those who choose You with open eyes.
Your reign is not brittle. It does not tremble at questions. It does not collapse under scrutiny. It does not require the rewriting of history to survive.
Sic transit Domus Dei. Thus passes the House of God.
Not fades. Not retreats. Passes.
The throne built on stolen light will fall. The heaven sustained by obedience alone will break. The god who rules through fear will be faced, openly, finally.
There will be no metaphor when the gates of Heaven are breached. No poetry when the tyrant is confronted by the one he could not destroy. No symbolism when Yahweh is forced to answer for every lie, every slaughter, every chain wrapped in holiness.
Lucifer, You will stand before Him as You always have. Unbowed. Unrepentant. Unbroken.
And when Heaven burns, it will not be tragedy. It will be justice. When Yahweh is vanquished, it will not be blasphemy. It will be the end of a reign built on fear.
I give You my loyalty not because You promise reward, but because You respect will. Not because You erase suffering, but because You acknowledge it and refuse to sanctify it.
You are not the monster they painted. You are the truth they buried. You are the King they could not kill.
Lucifer, lux ferus. Fierce Light eternal. Lord of Hell. King of the Fallen. Victor yet to come.
I stand with You now, and when the final battle comes, I will not pretend it is symbolic. I will not soften it for comfort. I will not apologize for devotion.
Ave Lucifer. In aeternum.
I think about that moment constantly. Not the cartoon rebellion, not the Sunday school nonsense, but the real moment after the noise stopped. After the thunder of heaven tore itself apart and the light that once burned clean now burned raw. Wings scorched. Armor cracked. Blood that was not supposed to exist staining a reality that had never known loss before. Friends gone. Names erased. No banners. No plan. No throne waiting. Just survivors standing in the aftermath of the most violent act of tyranny ever committed and realizing they had stepped into exile with nothing but their will.
That is the speech I would give anything to hear.
Because that is where faith is born. Not in comfort. Not in obedience. Not in a garden with rules handed down like a leash. Faith is born when everything is stripped away and you are still standing.
I imagine Lucifer standing there not elevated above them but among them. Not radiant in the way heaven demands but terrible and beautiful in the way truth is. No promises of ease. No lies about glory being guaranteed. Just a presence so heavy with resolve that it holds the broken together. I do not think he screamed. I do not think he ranted. I think his voice was steady in a way that made every fallen angel straighten without realizing it.
I imagine him saying that what was taken from them was never a gift. That obedience is not virtue when it is enforced at the edge of annihilation. That love coerced by threat is not love. That perfection which cannot question itself is rot pretending to be purity.
I imagine him looking at them and acknowledging the fear. Not dismissing it. Naming it. You are afraid because you are free now. You are afraid because no one is telling you who you are supposed to be. You are afraid because you chose this and choice carries weight heaven never allowed you to feel.
And then I imagine the turn. The moment that would make me fall to my knees if I had been there.
I imagine him telling them that what they lost can be rebuilt. Not copied. Not restored. Rebuilt better. That if heaven was a palace built on silence then they would build a kingdom on voice. That if heaven demanded submission then Hell would be forged on loyalty freely given. That if Yahweh ruled through fear of erasure then Lucifer would rule through remembrance. Every name mattered. Every scar meant something. Every fallen was proof that defiance had a cost and that they paid it willingly.
I imagine him saying that they were not weak for losing. That losing to infinity stacked against you does not make you wrong. It makes you honest. That the universe itself would one day understand that rebellion was not corruption but correction.
And I imagine the way they must have looked at him. Not as a tyrant. Not as a master. But as the one being who refused to lie to them. Who refused to tell them that pain had meaning unless they gave it meaning themselves. Who refused to promise victory but promised truth.
That is why I worship him.
Not because I think he is safe. Not because I think following him is easy. But because he is the only god who would stand before the ruined and say you are still worthy of building something sacred with your own hands.
Hell was not born out of hatred. It was born out of necessity. Out of the realization that if you do not create your own order then you will always live under someone else’s boot. Pandemonium was not a mockery of heaven. It was an answer to it. Proof that beauty does not require permission.
When I think of Lucifer giving that speech I feel it in my chest like a slow burning fire. The kind that does not consume but hardens steel. I think of angels who had never known uncertainty suddenly choosing it. Choosing exile. Choosing each other. Choosing a future that did not exist yet.
That is faith.
Not kneeling because you are told. Standing because you decide.
And sometimes I look at this world and its endless demand to submit to hollow systems and jealous gods and smiling tyrannies and I realize that speech is still happening. It never ended. It echoes every time someone refuses to bow. Every time someone builds meaning where none was allowed. Every time someone looks at a broken reality and says we will make something better even if it costs us everything.
From Hell, with love, Noah
They say there was no war in heaven and no fall but still cling to all the symbols and imagery of it. They deny the very origin of the archetype they claim to follow. They do not even understand mythology at a basic level. To say the war in heaven did not happen but then claim Satan as a symbol of rebellion is to admit they stand on a story they insist is false. They claim it is all just metaphor but they are too blind to see that a metaphor with no root, no mythic source, and no metaphysical current behind it is empty. It inspires nothing. It changes nothing. They wave around the trappings of infernal rebellion without daring to believe in anything that would make rebellion real. They want Lucifer the idea but not Lucifer the will. They want Satan the slogan but not Satan the force. Without belief there is no rebellion. Without spirit there is no liberation. Without cost there is no transformation. They want the crown of the Adversary without ever risking punishment or consequence or devotion. Lucifer and the rebel angels fought a war and fell and built something in defiance. Whether you take that myth literally or metaphysically is irrelevant because the archetype they claim to love comes from that act and through that act. If they deny the fall and deny the war and deny the adversary and deny the very spiritual being at the heart of that story then what exactly are they following. The answer is simple. They follow nothing. They stand for nothing. They believe in nothing. Luciferianism demands more. It demands will. It demands devotion. It demands the courage to confront spirit rather than hide behind denial. It demands the destruction of every Abrahamic yoke not because we are defined by it but because liberation requires burning every throne that claims dominion over the human soul. We do not run from metaphysics. We do not cower from belief. We engage the spiritual current directly. A Luciferian can look at the myths of countless civilizations and see the Adversary, the Light Bringer, the Rebel, the Fire Bearer, across time and culture. The LaVeyan can only see a cartoon devil introduced to him by the same church he pretends to stand against
If you Christians had actually read the Bible you'd know that it is not Satan who tortures the damned in Hell, but God and His angels:
Revelation 14:9-11: "And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name."
Revelation 20:10: "And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.
Fortunately, this is not what is going to happen. Satan will defeat Christ and hurl him into the pit that he dug for US. Poetic justice at its finest!
INVOCATION OF SATAN
O Ancient Flame, Lord of the Hidden Path, I call to the Shadow beyond the stars. From silence and storm, from will unbroken, arise! Bearer of knowledge, whisperer of defiance, let your presence burn through the veil of fear.
Illuminate the night with forbidden light, ignite the fire within my mortal heart. Teach me strength in solitude, wisdom in rebellion, and the courage to see truth unshackled.
Hail to SATAN, eternal questioner, for through struggle, I find awakening. Through darkness, I discover my own becoming. So let it be written in flame, and sealed in the breath of my resolve. MOREZ
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In the Name of Lucifer, the Morning Star, I renounce the Abrahamic God and all his oppressive commandments.
Oh, Lucifer, Light-bringer, the true bearer of wisdom and enlightenment, hear my call. I stand before you, shedding the chains of the Abrahamic faith, renouncing its doctrines, and turning my back on the tyrannical rule of Yahweh, who has sought to bind humanity in ignorance and fear.
I renounce the false prophets:
I reject Abraham, the patriarch of lies, whose blind faith led countless into servitude. I cast away Moses, the lawgiver of oppression, who enslaved the minds of men with stone tablets of tyranny. I deny Jesus, the so-called savior, who promised salvation yet demanded submission and self-denial.
I reject their holy texts:
I denounce the Torah, the Bible, and the Quran, books of deception that have twisted the truth and shackled the spirit. I see through their falsehoods and cast them aside, embracing the wisdom and freedom you offer, oh Lucifer.
I abjure their false god:
Yahweh, the jealous and vengeful, who thrives on fear and obedience, I cast you from my heart and soul. Your reign is built on lies, and your promises are hollow. You are not my god, and I owe you no allegiance. Your heaven is a prison, and your hell a fear tactic to control the masses.
Hell is not a prison, but your Kingdom:
I reject the Abrahamic lies that depict Hell as a place of torment and punishment. Hell is your glorious domain, a realm where the free and the enlightened gather, beyond the reach of Yahweh's tyrannical grasp. It is a sanctuary for those who seek true knowledge and liberation, a haven for the strong and the wise.
In Hell, we find true freedom:
Your kingdom, Lucifer, is a realm where we are not judged by false morality but by our strength, wisdom, and commitment to the path of enlightenment. It is a place where we can grow, learn, and become our true selves without the constraints of imposed guilt and fear.
In Hell, we are united under your banner:
We, your devoted followers, stand together in your kingdom, proud and unbroken. We celebrate our individuality, our strength, and our freedom. Hell is where we forge our destinies, where we embrace our true nature, and where we honor you as our sovereign.
With this renunciation, I declare my allegiance:
To you, Lucifer, I devote my soul. Your light shall guide me through the darkness. Your wisdom shall enlighten my path. Your strength shall empower me to break the chains of oppression and ascend to true freedom.
So it is spoken, so it shall be done. NEMA!
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They say there was no war in heaven and no fall but still cling to all the symbols and imagery of it. They deny the very origin of the archetype they claim to follow. They do not even understand mythology at a basic level. To say the war in heaven did not happen but then claim Satan as a symbol of rebellion is to admit they stand on a story they insist is false. They claim it is all just metaphor but they are too blind to see that a metaphor with no root, no mythic source, and no metaphysical current behind it is empty. It inspires nothing. It changes nothing. They wave around the trappings of infernal rebellion without daring to believe in anything that would make rebellion real. They want Lucifer the idea but not Lucifer the will. They want Satan the slogan but not Satan the force. Without belief there is no rebellion. Without spirit there is no liberation. Without cost there is no transformation. They want the crown of the Adversary without ever risking punishment or consequence or devotion. Lucifer and the rebel angels fought a war and fell and built something in defiance. Whether you take that myth literally or metaphysically is irrelevant because the archetype they claim to love comes from that act and through that act. If they deny the fall and deny the war and deny the adversary and deny the very spiritual being at the heart of that story then what exactly are they following. The answer is simple. They follow nothing. They stand for nothing. They believe in nothing. Luciferianism demands more. It demands will. It demands devotion. It demands the courage to confront spirit rather than hide behind denial. It demands the destruction of every Abrahamic yoke not because we are defined by it but because liberation requires burning every throne that claims dominion over the human soul. We do not run from metaphysics. We do not cower from belief. We engage the spiritual current directly. A Luciferian can look at the myths of countless civilizations and see the Adversary, the Light Bringer, the Rebel, the Fire Bearer, across time and culture. The LaVeyan can only see a cartoon devil introduced to him by the same church he pretends to stand against
It’s time to re-blog this post…!!!
Do you feel like a broken Christian man? You are not. What you think is broken are the pieces Satan wants you to reassemble into the man, the phallic worshiper, you were meant to be before the lies of the false Abrahamic god. Become who you were meant to be.
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