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Feeling that it is my duty as the first member of this board to ask what is this black religion that you talk off? Is it Satanism and the belief in our Lord Satan/Lucifer or Enki as the true creator of human life? As this is what i belive and so do many others.

You wrote: Feeling that it is my duty as the first member of this board to ask what is this black religion that you talk off? Is it Satanism and the belief in our Lord Satan/Lucifer or Enki as the true creator of human life? As this is what i belive and so do many others.

Welcome to Black Kaaba.

"Is it Satanism and the belief in our Lord Satan/Lucifer"

Yes. As Aleister Crowley once said (more or less): If you call on God, no one answers; but if you summon the Devil, he comes.

But what do you mean by "Satan"?

I'm not telling you this to brag, but I want you to know a little bit about my history in order for you to understand precisely where I'm coming from. I've been through some of the strangest experiences possible. I was born in 1968, the year in which a film called Rosemary's Baby was released, in New York where it was filmed. This movie by the way was filmed in a famous New York building; in the film it is called the Bramson (if I recall right), but that isn't its name in real life. Anyway, in the film a young woman, a rebellious girl who won't cooperate with the Devil's plan, gets splattered all over the sidewalk. John Lennon, who took up residence in this very same building, got wasted right there on that very same sidewalk. It so happens that Mia Farrow's character gets pregnant by the Devil and eventually gives birth to the child of The Beast, whose name is Adrian (which is the inspiration for my magical name).

Now allow me to jump forward a bit to explain how I came to where I am. I first went public with my Satanic ambition three years ago. I had already come through alot of magical exploration, using principally the system of Aleister Crowley. So naturally I went before the Thelemic community (those that follow the teaching, philosophy, and magical practice of Crowley), and made clear that I believed I was a magical child of the Beast and his "Scarlet Whore", Leah Hirsig, who was purported at that time to have died in 1975. I told them, that as proof of my claim, I obtained the conviction (primarily through a series of rituals I performed in 1999-2000 --- December of '99 through January of 2000 --- that I called the Watertown Workings, after the town in which I was born) that she did not die in 1951 as contended by many biographers, but that she lived until 1975, long enough to perform a Satanic rite to conceive my unholy Spirit from the force of Hell (the bowels of The Beast). The film in 1968 is a sort of commemoration of this, I believe. My sex-magical partner, Aliana, somehow befriended a member of the late Leah Hirsig's family, and confirmed my conviction to be true.

Prior to her discovery, though, my claim was not well-met, and my contention that all the biographers were wrong about Hirsig was met with mockery. The stupid ignorant pigs, up in their ivory towers, actually laughed at me. I silenced them quickly enough. Once word came from Hirsig's family, even the worst of my critics admitted I was right.

Alot of today's Thelemites are like kids with regard to their precious philosophy as to who represents it: they're all fighting over what they consider a toy. But Thelema is not a religion; it is rather a Law of Age, Satan's Law if you will. There remains to be an adequate religion put forth for it. I've seen various kinds of Witchcraft pop up first; second, LaVey tried his hand at making a religion for this Aeon of Fire, heavily along the lines of Nietzsche and Crowley, but he lifted everything he had from Redbeard and Crowley, without attribution. Even the symbol he claimed as his own legally, wasn't really his to claim, of course I refer to the Baphomet in the Inverted Pentagram. It actually appeared -- exactly as it is on LaVey's SB -- on another book which LaVey and his minions made use of.

Nothing against LaVey, of course, he is in fact very clever for putting all these pieces together and prospering off them!

So anyway, I got sick of these arrogant bastards who wouldn't listen to me even though I had proved myself in a most extraordinary way. So I went into magical retirement -- i.e. apart from social contacts, the web, and into a series of self-nourishing rituals.

Now let me explain very briefly (I know it's getting long already) that my early training in the occult has been fairly rigorous. First, in the late 'eighties, I dove headlong into the system Crowley laid down in The Equinox, sparing no time in the day for myself. Of course, I had time on my hands as I had just gotten out of the Navy, and they owed me alot of money on a computer error in reference to my pay throughout my term of service (I realize I'm dating myself here but this was back when they first switched over from paper to computer). So I spent a year doing nothing throughout my waking time but various techniques, rituals and meditation as well as yogic practices -- including valuable pranayama (breathing) experiments -- you'd be surprised what incredible mind-trips one can get from rituals focusing on the control of breathing.

I'm off-topic again. So I got to thinking, after all these unavailing entanglements with Thelemites across the World Wide Web: WTF am I doing? I'm approaching mid-life, a time when one starts to think about mortality.

Death is actually funny. I mean -- I know this sounds pretty psychopathic (he-he-he) -- but it's funny how when people die violently they turn into manikins. Nothing there anymore, in an instant. Where does it go? That vital essence, I mean. Where am I going? All I can foresee, from past experience, is oblivion, from where I came.

So I thought: why am I going in this direction? I mean, the route has involved some pretty strenuous magical workings, all based on a certain nineteenth-century perspective of occultism mainly -- Blavatsky, Mathers, Levi, Crowley, etc. -- and their particular doctrine of (a) Initiation, (b) the Invocation of something absurd called "the Knowledge & Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel" (after The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin, which I once had a Crowley-era edition of in large hardcover), and (c) Crossing the Abyss.

I went through all this to the point of "Crossing the Abyss."

Then I did it. I took the 30 Aethyrs system of John Dee and Sir Edward Kelly, invoked the Aethyrs, using the Enochian Keys and utilizing Levi's Baphomet, candles, and a "sacrifice" involving autoerotic sex-magic, and I invoked each Aethyr one at a time, then recorded the results.

What is really interesting is that a few months prior to all this magical activity, I had engaged in some really potent (I mean POTENT!) sex-magic with my very young (much younger than myself -- yet really shockingly advanced mentally and magically) partner at that time, a certain Soror Anadra -- and during those magical workings, prior to each one, we engaged in ceremony to (a) banish, (b) invoke, and (c) put her on the couch, at which time she'd close eyes and relax while I counted her back, first with some introductory smooth talking, from ten to zero, at which time I soothingly guided her into her unconscious.

It worked surprisingly well. She really went under. Not only that, but as I guided her into her visions she related to me -- with closed eyes -- what she then proceeded to see, and I was of course writing it all down.

We did this night after night, with spectactualr results. I mean, there was no doubt but that we had got into contact with something -- I mean, it was teaching us things in various ways, telling us things that immediately became true, and then inserting certain other little prophecies for later, and of course we were using gematria -- i.e. counting up odd words that were thrown into the messages of the visions relayed by Anadra in her drunken, drugged and hypnotized state -- of her own volition mind you and she was an adult -- so it was pretty amazing, for example, when the demon that was communicating at the time mentioned that a certain name of a god would come to number the name of "the Scarlet Whore", BABALON the Great (156 in Hebraic Qabalah 2+1+2+1+30+70+50)...and it did!

But there was a far more impressive seed planted in that working. It was said near the end of the month of February -- when the working was really concluding -- that, in 120 days therefrom, I would "Cross the Abyss", and that, basically, that would serve as proof that the communication was genuinely from one by the name of Akilnotuas -- but, the demon went on to say, I must be careful to add up the name successfully, to understand who was really at work here.

It wasn't until years later that, adding it up on a pure whim, I came across the Hebrew Aleph Cheth Yod Lamed Nun Ayin Tau Vau Aleph Tzaddi, or AChILNOThVATz, which equalled 666. It was then that I realized who was really behind the "Akilnotuas" (i.e. the 666) Working.

It so happened that Anadra and I split at the end of February. The 666 Working ended abrubtly. And I soon forgot about the whole thing as I tried to forget about Anadra.

Now then, at the beginning of June, I suddenly and unexpectedly got the impulse to begin a series of solitary magical workings -- the Invocation of the Thirty Aethyrs as aforementioned. I set up the image of Baphomet as designed by Eliphas Levi, lighted my candles, invoked the First Key of the Aethyr, and closed my eyes and envisioned whatever came, spoke the Voice of the Aethyr myself, and simultaneously wrote down everything I said.

It worked fantastically. Each evening I performed an Aethyr...

Then, the evening of the tenth Aethyr arrived (counting back from 30), and as it turned out, that was June 21st, the night of the Summer Solstice, the 120th day from when I had been given the prophecy of 120 days, and by coincidence, Anadra's birthday.

So I then entered what they call the Abyss...

Only recently, that is 17 years later, have I reached the conclusion that, rather than "Cross the Abyss", it is better to take up residence there, and to make it the seat of operations, to build there a sort of magical tower, stake out land in Hell as it were, and encamp there as its ruler.

This is what Crowley called the "Black Brotherhood". And what do I say to that? F*#$ the White Brotherhood...

I'm taking the other road.

The Black Religion is Satanism, or Devil-Worship (if you understand that the New Aeon definition of the word "worship" is not reverence but invocation), but not as has yet been defined. But "the Devil" is only really ourselves, beyond yet within what we seem to be.

I'll be working hard on these forums over the next couple of weeks, to better propound exaqctly what I mean. It is my sincere hope that you all will continue to interact as you see fit.

Satanas Vobiscum...

ADRIAN

Twisted Evil