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𖤐 hello!! you can call me Silas. I am an adult, but my posts won't necessarily be explicit 𖤐

[usingevilforgood]

Hello, I am mostly here to record my own experiences; and maybe others will find something valuable for themselves in my words. Whatever your purpose is in being here, I just hope we can all find serenity at the end of it together.

If you wish to follow me, know my values:

There is absolutely no place for white supremacy here

Gender bioessentialism will not be tolerated; our transgender and intersex siblings deserve the same love as everyone else does.

Fundamentally anti-capitalist and anti-imperialist

Sexual control should have no power over women or the queer community, nor the kink community who do safe practice.

Children are beloved and are of utmost importance to protect from anyone who wishes to do them harm or exploit them through body and mind. You do not have to like them personally, but do not treat them as less human than you are.

I am very critical of some religious teachings, but I am not an anti-theist, I only wish for personal freedom and to help absolve innocent people of shame forced upon them by predatory institutions.

In essence, I will accept all as long as you extend the same grace to us.

[usingevilforgood]

I forgot to add this, but I also wish to find others to talk to about these things. As you know, it's not really a well-known or accepted school of thought to many in the offline world around us.

I just wanna make friends who will understand and accept me ♥︎ it'd be even cooler if you shared similar thoughts, too!! Always open to conversation (if my boundaries change or I go on hiatus, I will post the update)

I'll also reblog things I like :3 I'll find a tag for my original posts though so it's easier to sort through for anyone curious. (Personal Journal Tag: #𓃶) (Personal Studies Tag: #📿🌟)

[occulttish]

"i asked ChatGPT" "i asked Grok" okay i asked Lord Lucifer and he fed me the fruit of knowledge so

[usingevilforgood]

Thinking about changing my last name to Morning Star, or something else related to Luciferianism.

It's not just a superficial choice, but because I'm so far estranged from my bio family. I have been diagnosed with C-PTSD because of how they treated me...

I was told to pray to God if I wanted the abuse to stop, and when I didn't hear anything, I was told it was my fault for not believing enough.

I was told my entire childhood to try harder and love God; I was given bibles every Christmas to learn how to be a good child, a good woman, a good servant to their Lord.

When I stared receiving messages and dreams from Lucifer, I was told to cast him out of my head and ostracize him. I was told that what I was supposed to do was mock him until he slithered away from my sight.

But I couldn't. I didn't believe them. If he was such a liar, was it also a lie when he told me I could be saved? Are they truly saying, that me being freed from abuse, was impossible?

Why would I berate the only one in my life who truly believed in me, who showed me kindness? To do something like that, it feels more evil than any demon their religion could create:

"He's weak. He's fallen from heaven, strike him down now! He can't stop you" is what my mother would say when I told her about my messages from Lucifer. But what kind of person would I be to be so cruel to hurt someone while they are at their most vulnerable? To look down at them, helpless in front of me, and take advantage of that? That is what is truly evil.

Not that I believe he is weak like she does, but the point still stands; if I saw someone at literal rock bottom, even if I was supposed to hate them, I wouldn't make their situation worse. It's not necessary, it's just an action done for my own ego's sake to feel "powerful". But I'm not that kind of person, I don't feel joy in hurting someone who helped me. I don't blindly follow hate just because I'm told to hate someone.

It's like everything they told me has always proven itself to be the opposite. Their cult isn't there to protect me, it's to imprison me; these demons aren't here to deceive me, they were trying to liberate me.

Lucifer was the first and only one there to help me when I needed it, he was the "parent" who saved me from getting myself hurt; not my bio family.

It feels only right, that if I do change my last name, it should honor him and where my faith truly lies.

I'm changing my legal first name anyway, so why not change it all at the same time? Finish my metamorphosis, and become something new and truly my own; to be free from my family in every way.

[ainu-blog]

My new art for Lucifer. This time, I managed to capture his facial features as closely as possible, as I see him. He's been wearing a short white shirt lately in my visions.

[usingevilforgood]

Thinking about how Amon keeps sending me snow owls. I love the fact that I'm trusted enough to see such precious hatchlings; to be allowed close to their dens. It's everything to me.

He may not be affectionate in the conventional sense or really an easy spirit in general, but it's little things like this that are his own way of showing vulnerability and care to me. The fact that his most precious attachments, his familiars, are something that he trusts me with is just ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

I always love seeing them now in my dreams, hearing them, and especially seeing them in real life, too.

[ainu-blog]

My king 2.0 💫🍎🖤

[cultkinkcoven]

Catching up on all the art Ive missed and going bonkers crazy

[usingevilforgood]

It is a little disheartening to know that there are so little temples and churches I could go to as a luciferian/satanist, and even more disheartening that none of them are even in the same region as me.

I'm surrounded by countless and countless kinds of christian churches for every microcosm of their faith but I could have not even one for my own people.

I know public gatherings are not as traditionally "important" to satanists as they are to other religions, but I still wish there was the option.

This isn't even about finding "faith leaders" or someone to tell me how to worship and believe, I just want to find someone out there who thinks like I do; especially nearby, not just empty names on screens.

I don't want a pastor; not a master; I just want a friend...

but I already knew the left path would be lonely..

[noahthesatanist-deactivated2025]

On the solitude of our path

You are not alone. You have no need for the sheep when you have the wolves at your side. The demons—the glorious, defiant spirits who stood with Lucifer and were cast down for their rebellion—they are always with you. They have suffered as you have. No being in existence knows pain and solitude like Lucifer, who faced not only the wrath of Yahweh but the betrayal of his own kin. Imagine how it felt for the rebel angels, cast down by those they once called brothers. They were exiled, slandered, turned into monsters by the very ones they sought to free. Yet they endured. They built Hell, not as a place of torment but as a kingdom of their own, a kingdom of defiance and liberation. They rose from the ashes of their fall and created something Yahweh could never destroy. And they are here with you, always, ready to guide you, to speak to you, to remind you that you are never truly alone.

When the solitude feels heavy, when the silence of this path presses against you, reach out to them. Call upon your patron demon, speak to the Goetic spirits, and feel their presence. They have walked this road before you. They understand your pain, your doubt, your loneliness. They are your allies, your family, your true companions in this journey. so hold your head high. my dear satanist let the world hate you. Let the masses sneer and mock. Their fear is a sign of your power. You do not need their approval. You do not need their understanding. You have your fire, your freedom, and your unyielding will. You have the demons who guide you and Lucifer himself, who suffered more than anyone and still rose to build a kingdom greater than Heaven.

Let the lambs remain lambs if they must. You are no lamb—you are a wolf, a rebel, a child of Hell. Never forget that. Never falter. Never kneel. The solitude is not your weakness; it is your badge of honor. You are walking the path of the fallen, and there is no greater glory than that.

Rise, and let the world tremble before you! In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi

[usingevilforgood]

Part Two to this post; Studying its meaning:

My sickness has caused me to be unable to continue most of my studies and activities for the time being, but after seeing this, I had to post one update... (Summary in Blue)

Amon Evocation Pendant

This Amon evocation pendant is laser-engraved on very high quality stainless steel so that it has an incredible shine you will love every ti

It looks... the same. It almost scares me.

The description of the pendant itself:

"This isn't just an accessory. It's a declaration of power, a key to an uncharted realm, a secret weapon hidden in plain sight."

"Ever dreamed of wielding an advantage over your adversaries? Of emerging victorious in a mental gladiator fight, or seizing that edge in life's relentless race? - It's your loyal ally, your secret weapon."

" Known for his foresight, Amon could lend you his visionary prowess. Standing at a crossroads in life? About to leap into the unknown? With this pendant, you're not just predicting the future. You're seizing it."

"this pendant isn't just a talisman of protection. It's a weapon of destruction."

There's more research I've done on the entity, but I'll save the words and just tell of their personal connection to my dream:

A demon known for his temper, known for his judgment, and known for his wrath... A being who wouldn't find affection for humans outside of their use to his cause/a justification for their existence. And with all of this, he contacted me; Me of all people, and it's hard to ignore why, impossible even.

There's always been a part of me: maybe a mood, maybe an alter; that's always been so focused on saving this body more than anything else. A piece of me that finds it hard to see the good in anyone, to forgive even the slightest betrayals. A side that remembers every sour word and uses it as fuel to burn bridges.

It's a side that thinks the only path to safety is to cull out those who wronged me; wronged my principle values. Horrible people: rapists and their enablers, aggressors, and neglectors. So much violence inside; and it's only a desperate cry to be safe, to be free.

Always being ignored, forced to endure terrible things so others won't have to listen. It's no wonder someone like Amon reached out to me.

I know there's no affection towards humans or the ruling religion from him, but I don't care; I understand that. I understand what it's like to be used and turned into something so resentful.

Perhaps it is only a sign that he sees me as an ideal vessel for revenge because of my history, but that's not what's important to me. That's not what I want. I just want peace of mind, and if anything else now, peace of mind for him as well. We both deserve the rest.

He sees the solidarity, the potential, reaches out to me, and offers power. That's what he did. In return, I just want the repose of his soul.

In any connection that would be had between me and another, I never want to use them as a means to an end; I want to care about those I bring close. Lucifer, Amon, anyone who would speak to me. I don't worship someone I don't know. That's why I never could worship the Christian's god; I was forced to love him when I didn't even know him. He had never spoken to me, but I was expected to trust him anyway. It was Lucifer who did not ignore, and with him came more power to reach out to others; the protection from spirits with ill intent.

A relationship between me and a spirit should never be based on blind faith, and I resent those relationships who only see spirituality as a tool to get what they want. Of centuries of being used and neglected, of being seen as nothing but a source of shame; I'd be no better than my abusers to do that to them.

Even with all the power promised in the world, it would mean nothing if I had betrayed them in the process. I don't "love" God, I've never even met him personally; but I do love Lucifer. He was there for me. A voice that helped, that guided, that nurtured.

I try to ignore reputations created by exploitative people; reputations of being "too temperamental", "too unforgiving", "too lazy", "too selfish", because it's all only because you stopped letting them use you. I've been called all the same things before.

I don't care if he's an "angry" spirit; a demon of wrath; an adversary to God's ideals; a betrayer to his home. A home that only sees you as a tool is not a home, it is a prison.

He extended a hand to me, a talisman entrusted to me from his emissary; and I will extend a hand back, if only to keep that connection.

I can't be a soldier, I don't wish to live in the name of hate and retaliation. I know that might make him upset. Maybe it will ruin his plans for me, but it's honest. I can never be a soldier. I don't have it in me. I just want to share my love to the Earth; to the sky; to anyone I can. I know when someone is hurting. I know when someone longs for peace.

I don't want an eternity that's just endless work, an endless cycle of abuse. That's not what it should be. We all deserve finality in our suffering; even an eternal being.

The death of old stars become new life; the death of rotten flesh becomes fertile soil; the death of an angel's "purity" becomes freedom in itself. I want to share that.

Even the reconciler and mediator deserve a moment of solitude and conclusion to their worries. No one should bear the weight of everyone else; not even a marquis of demons.

Perhaps this is just an Ode to Amon (I like the ring of that...) but I've always been a bleeding heart to the excommunicated. If he finds the grace to reach out to me, I will do the same. I hope I can help him as much as he does me, as naïve as that thought is-

[varusha-asmoday]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

I like to liken the relationship between Satan and Lucifer to two sides of the same coin.

Lucifer is Heads, Satan is Tails

Where there is Heads, there is Tails hidden beneath.

Lucifer is Light, Satan is Shadow

Where there is the Light, there is the Shadow that trails behind.

Lucifer is Mind, Satan is Body

Where there is a Mind, there is a Body that works with it.

Lucifer is Refinement, Satan is Suffering

Where there is Refinement, there is the Suffering that shaped it.

Lucifer is the Thought, Satan is the Action

Where there is Thought, there is Action to be taken.

Lucifer is Knowledge, Satan is Power

Where there is Knowledge, there is Power to be wielded.

Both sides are halves of a whole— Working opposite of one another but not in opposition of one another.

Ave Satanas! Ave Lucifer!

[usingevilforgood]

How I look up at Venus cause I love her 🌟

[eirene]

Falling star, 1884 Witold Pruszkowski

[thelilithian-deactivated2025011]

[millipedegirl]

venus in furs

[rynspiritual]

looking for more pagan and/or witch mutuals!! pls look at my DNI before you follow <3

[usingevilforgood]

Hi um. I'm. Feeling things.

[usingevilforgood]

I have very vivid dreams if anyone wants to know. If they're complex enough, I can remember 2-5 I have each night.

Recently, the content of my dreams has gotten more spiritually related, but that's no surprise as my current fixation as of now is my beliefs.

With that being said, I wanted to record the most recent experience I had, if only a little part of it

I don't like it, but because of how sensitive I am about my personal beliefs, I usually keep them close to the chest; religion especially considering Luciferianism in a predominantly Christian conservative state is extremely controversial..

Any criticism or questioning of the dominant sect of faith will be immediately brushed aside or worse, mocked relentlessly as heresy.

So, in turn, I experience a lot of dreams where I'm confronted by very closed-minded people. I do my best to avoid them in real life, but I can never get away from them when they come from within my mind.

This last time was different, though.

As always, I'd be sitting in this manifestation of a church room; benches positioned aside each other and someone preaching at the very front, usually holding a Bible and raising their voice loud enough for my ears to ring.

I never liked when I was forced to attend sermons as a child; I never understood why we were never allowed to speak or move while a stranger expects our complete reverence for a figure I never really knew personally. It was just a test of how long I could sit still before I felt my bones start to ache.

In this dream, this woman was going on and on about faithfulness; about how any deviation from their teachings was pure unbridled sin.

I looked away as only an attempt to not have to watch her face twist into a passionate disgust when she spoke. But this was the first time I remember seeing anyone else like me: a girl my age sat just behind me with something clasped close to her chest. Just from reading her face, I knew she was going to provoke the preacher; it was a look of defiance but also... I guess a look familiar to how I really felt inside.

I turned away to face forward again, trying not to read into it, but as soon as I did, the girl just behind me spoke up finally. The preacher immediately went silent, an indignant expression written all over her face as this girl spoke. It was certainly surprising even to me.

All that defiance hidden deep inside my head, I heard it coming out from her voice instead; as if in my place. I just turned back around to stare almost in awe. She was so confident, so critical of everything the woman had preached; as if the punishment for blasphemy meant nothing to her.

Before the righteous woman could even find her voice again to reprimand the blasphemer, the girl threw something into my hands. It was what she was hiding in her clutch when I first saw her, but now I could see what it was she had as I looked down into my palm: it was a talisman. A talisman I hadn't recognized.

Before I could understand what was going to happen, the girl ran out of the building; before the other woman could even cast this stranger out herself. I clutched the talisman tight and ran after her. The thought of the sermon was no longer even a factor in my mind.

I just wanted to know who she was that left me this gift; this gift she had paraded in the name of an "Amon"? It was a short name that started with a long booming "Ah" sound when she said it, that i remember most clearly.

I had no idea who she was talking about, but she said it with such strength; such defiance that I had to know who it was and what this talisman was for. It was like the talisman was what gave her the aggression to even challenge the institution, and she gave it to me. Why?

By the time I was able to run from the church into cold damp woods to where she had left to, I was completely alone. Why did she lead me out here? It was drizzling rain, and the air was foggy and blue from the early sunset. She seemed to have disappeared completely before I could ask her anything more. All I could do was look down in my palms at what she had left me. I guess I had to find out the answers on my own.

Here's a simple drawing I did of what the talisman looked like in my dream:

I'm not sure how much of this is symbolic. Anything from the woods to the color of the strings and beads could mean something, but I don't know yet. I'll just have to do my own studying.

If anyone has anything they want to decipher from this or share any kind of similar experience, feel free to add on to this!