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Draconis Blackthorne


Daemonic Conception

I was Born on a windy night at 6:03 pm {6+0+3=9} in the heart of Winter on Candlemas Eve February 1st, which means that the daemonseed was planted on Walpurgisnacht, I was ushered into the world in Van Nuys, California, considered a "porn capitol", where the majority of erotic distributors unleash their trade unto the world. The next memories I have is being in Vatican City, Rome, walking the marbled floors and observing the many classically artful statues pedestaled about the city, and I was soon to be 'baptized' in this kingdom of opulence...

Vatican Baptism

I remember standing there with a candle in My hands almost as big as I was, which I kept on snuffing out despite the admonishments of My parents and the Priest not to do so. As the so-called "holy water" was applied, I thrashed about and spit on the floor, to the apparent shock of those in attendance. I would later use this very same candle in a Satanic Baptism I held for Myself upon self-realization, and it went up with a furious immolation, with flames leaping, consuming it in less that ten minutes.

The Demon of The River

Many years later, in a rather Rosemary's Baby vain, My Mother would relate to Me a dream she had as a little girl, wherein she saw a little demon running about near a river's edge, enjoying himself in the lushness of nature, when all of a sudden he decided to dive into the water for a swim. It seemed that this act became a catylist to cause a raging fierce current, as the skies darkened and the winds began to howl and blow. And edging the river, a twisted tree which resembled the nazarene swayed back and forth in the torrent. Others who have since heard this story agree that it seems a metaphor for My eventual incarnation, with the river representing the rush of life.


There may have been an alternate reason for visiting Europe as well, as some time was also spent in Spain - it eventually became revealed to Me that I was related to one Hernan Cortes {which in Castillian, means "to cut"}, tyrannical Conquistadore in search for gold and women, and he certainly possessed them. Pro: He held an entire continent in his sway and Might, crushing all opposition. Con: he had to bring catholic missionaries with him by decree of The King, thus brainwashing the natives to keep them under control. Native Prophets foresaw his arrival in the form of Quetzacoatl the Serpent-God, so Cortes took advantage of this presupposition and basqued in the infamy and glory divinity brings, along with accepting the loveliest of the maidens, "Malinche" unto his bed. He has been equated to a Hitler, Vlad Tepes, and Rasputin by some, yet to Me, there is much to be admired in his strength, even if methods are not entirely agreed upon. I think it interesting synchronicity how I have a predisposition towards snakes as familiars and serpentine dragons as totems. So My ancestor eventually returned to Spain with many pleasing riches and the title of national hero, sans a few men due to battles and the toppling of the Aztec Empire, yet he lived out his remaining days in comfort and pleasure.


I went to school in one of the local cities named Fiumicino, where we all wore uniforms likened the "Blue Boy" painting by Thomas Gainsborough, which My mother has since replicated in knit-point form and fancifully framed it on her wall. I recall a puppet show named "Topo Gigio" about the adventures of a mouse, sort of the Italian equivalent to Mickey Mouse. After spending about a year in Rome, I found Myself in New York for a few days - I remember the slippery streets covered in sleet and snow, grabbing onto Mother's and Father's hand. Soon afterwards I was back in California in North Hollywood, and attended St. Francis, then Pinecrest Private School for a time, when I eventually transferred to Victory Blvd. School, and on to Carpenter Avenue in the hills of upscale Studio City where I became a "Safety", which is essentially the school "cop", herding students and overlooking the yard, making sure no-one became dangerously out of line. As early as this, I always felt there was something 'different' that set Me apart from the herd. One interesting manifestation which occurred, was when I decided to experiment with My inborn abilities. When I became angry, 'things' began happening to people that I did not like - they would either become injured or simply 'disappear' - just vanish from My life. Of particular note, I was angry at another student once, as he rode by on his bicycle, I directed My negativity at him and he fell of his bike - and it looked as if he was 'pushed'. Then I discovered that I could make people trip and fall, and I did so when annoyed. Other times, if I would look into traffic, I could expect to see a collision, and more often than not, it would occur before Me. Upon Jr. High, My parents continued the Catholic theme by enrolling Me in St. Charles Borromeo {which is right up the street from Universal Studios}, where students took considerable liberties with each other right under the noses of the teachers, priests, and nuns. It was in this atmosphere when I really began considering other forms of religious expression including Protestant, Buddhist, and Hinduism, all of which eventually left Me unsatisfied. I opted to not take "Confirmation" and grew increasingly more atheistic.


For whatever reason, at one point, in about the 5th grade, I briefly had the peculiar propensity of taking kite string to doorways at school, arranging it in spider web-like designs, which only lasted a couple of weeks.

I remember making "god's eyes" from colored yarn and two crossing sticks, to lanyards in camp, but never anything like this.

Since then, I have become aware that there are now a couple of Halloween activity sources which mention using kite string to construct such a design, much later and after the fact. In addition, it would also be an interesting decorative idea to perhaps tie colored lights to this design, and effectively create a "Yule Web", as it were, if so inclined.

I actually have this trapezoidal-shaped little robot, displaying artificial intelligence according to the 8-tracks inserted into its slot. As a small Dracling I memorized all the tapes I acquired for it. Multiple-choice buttons are located on the front, listing "Question", "A: Yes Or True", "B: More Info", & "C: No or False". Along with the correct or incorrect noises, it was also accompanied by a series of bleeps and blips, and sounds nascent to the question at hand, granting it a semblance of a personality. It became somewhat of a fun obsession, and remember playing this sometimes for hours until that particular tape was 'mastered'.

There was quite a wide variety of subject matter available for it - topics from math, history, languages, to music, comic book trivia, geography, and much more, came with booklets to interact with. Of course, it would play any 8-track inserted into it, with its eyes blinking and glowing in kind; then to experiment, I inserted some 8-track music tapes just for this purpose, and actually found AC/DC's Back In Black, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, & Rush's Fly By Night from a little music store I spotted while out with an uncle at a gas station. It was quite a novelty until eventually acquiring My own Pioneer stereo. As another amusing aesthetic option, imagine a dynamic choice of one shaped like a monster and/or demonic creature.

This is a good example of presenting educational sources to stimulate both hemispheres of the brain, one complimenting the other in order to evolve cerebral development in a more balanced form, motivating the learning process with a dramatic flare. Either an 'eccentric' human instructor in both personality & accouterments, instead of a rambling monotonous teacher, even with a video brought in from time to time.

It is also amusing to consider some of the artificial intelligence technology forming now, both in the hardware and software arenas, from convincing facsimiles of robotic hosts enunciating the program running through it. Imagine a historical figure speaking his own words as a teaching tool, and otherwise entertainment figures utilized such as either an artificial erotic human companion, or a horror or science-fiction creature. Even so, imagine something like a Real Doll enunciating an educational program, besides the sensual programs that will be available for it in the near future.

Fun for every demographic. ∞

Recommended reading on the subject

  • Pentagonal Revisionism: A Five-Point Program; The Merits of Artificiality; The Construction of Artificial Human Companions by Anton Szandor LaVey; The Devil's Notebook.
  • The Humanoids Are Coming! by Anton Szandor LaVey; The Secret Life of A Satanist by Blanche Barton.

Dungeons & Dragons

I had begun playing a variation of this board game with an acquaintance in 5th grade, who would hand-draw a maze on a piece of paper and roll a piece of die, and proceeded imagining all sorts of scenarios, marking "X's" where a previous battle was waged, until eventually gathering enough "power points" to battle the dragon guarding some treasure at the center of the maze.

This moved onto improvisational "adventures" at local parks, where we physically played out the actions of our characters, sometimes deciding who would "win" by whom actually won a wrestling match! Here we did not limit the exercise of our imaginations to the rulebooks, but actually took it out into the physical realm - plus, we were also motivated by Kung Fu movies we enjoyed.

Eventually, I joined a D&D group at the local library, then played with a private group of friends through Jr. High where I eventually became a "Dungeon Master". My favorite character was most often a combination "Warrior / Mystic", with a perfect synthesis of mental as well as physical capabilities, which seemed an appropriate reflection of what I was in real life, with excelling in My academic studies and Martial Arts training. The games became rather ceremonially psychodramatic as well, with the addition of candles, various objects d'art {from wizards, creatures, to dragons}, memento moris, and music of a darkened nature. The propensity for elements of an exotic and occult nature has always been a vital part of My life.

I subsequently moved on to other concerns and indulgent experiences in life, but was amused to have "guest Dungeon-mastered" on a couple of occasions.

[Satanimation II: Role-playing games]

Shidoshi Frank W. Dux

Shidoshi Frank W. Dux

Sensei Ken Nagayama

Sensei Ken Nagayama
{Tae Kwon Do, Hap-Ki-Do, Aikido}

Sensei Bill Ryusaki

Sensei Bill Ryusaki
{Kenpo, Judo, Kendo}

Martial Arts & YMCA

Simultaneous with this schooling, I was also attending Martial Arts classes in Kenpo and Tae Kwon Do, eventually gaining Black Belts in both forms, although there were several other styles studied in these Dojos, including Judo, Hap-Ki-Do, and Kendo.

The REAL Karate Kid

Jun Chong Tae Kwon Do - this very dojo was actually used as the "Cobra Kai" Dojo, the base of the villains in the film 'The Karate Kid'. Our sensei had informed us that the dojo would be closed for a week. The usual logos on the windows had been changed, temporarily replaced by the Cobra's logos. So if you watch this movie, there are some really great shots of this establishment - one can actually see My trophies in the background.

Jun Chong Tae Kwon DoUpon retrospect, it really seems as if the film was based in large part upon My life at the time, what with relocating from New York to North Hollywood, California {which is nearly adjacent to Reseda}, enrolling in the very dojo used in the film, the character being of Italian descent {Myself being of Spanish / Italian descent} - just about everything except for the bullied part - I was always and still Am well capable of defending Myself.

Comparisons between Draconis Blackthorne & the Danny Larusso character from the film "The Karate Kid":



  • Both of Italian decent, with Spanish added in with DB.
  • Both traveled from New York to California.
  • Both began training in Martial Arts upon relocation.
  • Both moved into similar domiciles within a five mile radius of one another. {DB in North Hollywood, Larusso in Reseda}. Incidentally, DB was also located on the second floor upon the first relocation.
  • Both primarily raised by mother.
  • The Cobra Kai dojo in the film was DB's actual dojo. Jun Chong Tae Kwon Do in North Hollywood.
  • Arcade / Water park in the film was frequented by DB as a dracling.


  • DB was not bullied as a dracling, nor was ever a bully.
  • DB's mother had a really nice Firebird Pontiac Camaro.
  • DB did not use "crane stance" in tournaments.

Conjecture: After DB's mother related our travel and relocation circumstances during casual conversations, Sensei conferred actual life experiences to acquaintances and/or students in the show business industry who found my circumstances interesting enough to flesh out a virtually identical plot. In essence, deriving various cues from my actual existence into a character with likened qualities. The dojo is known for training several individuals in the entertainment industry.

Additionally, Sam Jones, who played Flash Gordon in the film was also a student here, while training for the film role - and contrary to the over-dubbed voice of the character, he actually had quite a thick English accent.

Overall, actor Ralph Macchio portrayed the Danny Larusso character in 'The Karate Kid'; DB was actually the so-called "karate kid" in real life.

Taking the 'Art' out of Martial Arts...

In the beginning, one of the possible dojos considered was Chuck Norris' "Fighting Arts Federation" studio, so as was customary for Me, I decided to attend a class incognito as an observer. Now, this 'dojo' was rather ostentatious, to be frank - photos of Norris on the walls, both posed and from movie stills; the observation seats were set up like a veritable 'studio audience' section in ascending rows, but perhaps all this should be expected. But I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.

While Myself and the rest of the "audience" looked on, Norris was boisterously scolding a student for forgetting his belt, and was actually threatening that he attend class pantless! I Am sure there probably was a perfectly good reason for he not having it. Not expecting it to go missing, maybe the poor kid's siblings had swiped it, either messing around or as a joke? Maybe a classmate stole it out of jealousy or to pretend they were such a rank? Whatever the case, this was no reason to humiliate the boy in front of the entire place! You could tell he was holding back tears. In My estimation, this was not the manner a purported sensei to behave, and perhaps he should remain with the movies.

For reference, Norris endeavored to create a conglomerate of fighting styles he trained in called "Chun Kuk Do", {"Universal Way"; Korean derivation translation}, which was a mix between Tang Soo Do {Chinese}, Shotokan {Japanese}, and Tae Kwon Do {Korean}, though overall, it seemed the "Art" was removed from the Martial Discipline, and quite honestly, seemed to be nothing more than 'expert' bar fighting, as it were. This particular stunt-like studio, for I Am rather loathed to refer to it as a "dojo", did eventually close, and that is probably for the better. He would eventually go on to found a "United Fighting Arts Federation", which seems to be not much more than the brutishly-simplistic 'UFC' spectator sport.

So, this coupled with the pretentiousness, I saw enough and decided this was not the school for Me. Thankfully, thus filtering through the dross, the search continued...

{I would eventually find dojos: Ryusaki Kenpo, Jun Chung Tae Kwon Do and Dux Ninjutsu}.


Turning The other cheek: Amusingly, as a side note, Norris would eventually go on to become an active christian crusader, probably for PR purposes, although it is well known and obvious that Martial Arts and christianity do not mix. Anyone who practices a physical combat style, yet still espouses a belief-system of subservience and self-sacrifice / surrender, is a hypocrite, and otherwise do not take their religion, or martial art, seriously.

Ninja Rising...

Dux NinjitsuNestled in a rather unassuming space with a sign simply stating "KARATE - Dux Ninjitsu" {pronounced "dukes"}, and having been fascinated with the Ninja, the assassin, this was truly an exciting dojo to consider. Obviously, "Karate" became a more or less buzz word in western culture, with various styles included beneath that term, but here was something extra special, which proved to a be a true discovered gem, even with the release of the subsequent Ninja trilogy films.*

The Ninja is a highly-disciplined "mystic warrior", as it were, a veritable "Assassin Warlock", utilizing the forces of nature to one's benefit, both manipulating and cooperating the Chi-Energy within and without, permeating matter and ether as one. Practicing the multi-levels of mind and body to develop absolute harmony and grace with one's inner and outer nature. Ninjitsu-Ryu, or Ninpo, is a true Martial Art.

Unfortunately, due to ignorance and probably fear, cinematically at least, ninja figures seem to be sometimes erroneously depicted as mere hoodlums or fumbling dime-a-dozen henchmen. Obviously, with some research on the subject, one will realize that this is not the case.

Historically, the Ninja was hired as a private assassin for rival families and rulerships - because of the feudal environment, the Ninja had to be the foremost martial artisan, and was in fact, the most advanced of the kind.

One wall of the dojo was covered in weapons - nunchaku, tonfa, shuko, shogi, katana, bola, tri-staff, grappling hooks, and others, even armor, while on the other side, the usual mirrored wall, but in one corner of the mat, a knotted climbing rope, which one had to learn to effectively climb. Classes also involved field trips to various natural locations such as the beach and wilderness, to train in survivalism. Students were allotted some basic supplies carried in a backpack to last the weekend. Students accepting this option to ascend in 'rank' stayed overnight, with surprise 'assailants' appearing from time to time along trails while hiking. Here it was learned to combat in various environments, surfaces, and circumstances, utilizing nature to one's benefit, applying that learned in the dojo towards practical potential circumstances.

At the time, the Dojo did not participate in 'official' tournaments per se, largely considering them pretentious events, instead holding private 'kumite' contests among fellow students, as well as the previously mentioned outdoor activities.

What impressed Me most about this dojo and martial style was the story related of the day when a black belt in Kung Fu San Soo entered to 'challenge' Shidoshi Dux. This was at a time when martial arts movies were all the rage, and such antics were de-regeur therein, like challenging the "Big Boss Man" to up fighter reputation. Amused, Dux actually accepted the challenge, provided the challenger could take on a yellow belted Ninja. The yellow belt floored him, and thus with an attitude adjustment, left with much to consider.

Additionally, what I also found was that the training I had previously experienced in other Martial Arts forms were essentially merely "warm ups" on a basic level to transcend into Ninjutsu.

For a bit of historical reference, Shidoshi Frank Dux was trained in Koga Yamabushi Ninjitsu by Master Senzo Tanaka, then joined the Marines, eventually earning various accolades in several government narcotic task forces as a covert operative, contributed to the Navy Seal Special Warfare Manual, sponsored child MA programs for achievement and merit, and eventually became the subject of the film Bloodsport and The Quest, and is the author of his autobiography entitled The Secret Man.

He would formulate his own modern Ninjutsu style partly based upon the traditional koryu, named "Dux Ryu Ninjitsu", which features Koga Ninja root principles of adaptability and consistent change, with an emphasis on bridging the 'gap' between the Conditioned Reflex Response, and attaining the desired Practiced Reflex Response, akin to what Japanese martial art masters refer to as mushin. A concentrated augmentation called 'Dux FASST' {Focus-Action-Skill-Strategy-Tactics}.

* "Enter The Ninja" was released during the latter part of the martial arts pop-fascination of the 70's and early 80's, and distinguished itself by presenting Ninpo principles such as the Kuji-Kiri, indigenous weaponry and some techniques, all under the expert supervision of Sho Kosugi {also "The Master" technical advisor}, an actual Ninpo practitioner, who along with Frank Dux, earned some ire from traditionalists in the old country, but did manage to add an enhanced perspective on this enigmatic historical character known as Ninja.

This is the first of the trilogy. The other two are "Revenge of The Ninja", and "Ninja III: The Domination". Also by Golan-Globus, the "American Ninja" trilogy.

The Master

Also in this time, I became immersed in Oriental culture, and viewed a marvelous weekend presentation which aired entitled "Black Belt Theater" playing all those great Kung Fu films like "Master of The Flying Guillotine" and "Enter The Dragon" {they would also actually display Martial Arts demonstrations and techniques including John Saxon, in between commercials}, inclusive of watching an incomparable TV series called "The Master" with Lee Van Cleefe as a Ninja Master, which I would not miss for anything, during which I always wore My own Ninjutsu gi and tabi boots. Inevitably, I became entrenched with monster movies as well, most of which featured Godzilla and the denizens of monster Island, who eventually had to band together to defeat the alien hydra Giderah, and the mecha-godzilla.

Shogun Warriors: Even the toys I played with bore an oriental influence - for instance, I became enamored with Shogun Warriors which were a mix of Ultraman and Voltron - megatronic warriors whose fists would launch, had missles for fingers {Mazinga}, spacecraft for brains {Mazinga}, and one named Gaiking which resembled demon's face in its torso - interestingly enough, they all seemed to have horns. There was even an Egyptian one named "Raideen" who, when turned sideways, resembled a hawk on the hunt, and whose flying fist bore axe-blades. There were even Godzilla and Rodan versions. Thus I would create many fanciful scenarios and invent adventures for them, inclusive of even creating signs announcing the name of the day's "episode", as it were.

When not in school over remmus vacation, I was sent to YMCA Camp which just so happened to conveniently have a public park across the street, where we spent the majority of the time in arts and crafts, and going to a different amusement park every week. These were themed weeks - "Magic Week", "Western Week", "Space Week", "Beach Week", and so forth. So there were trips to the total environments Disneyland, Magic Mountain, Knott's Berry Farm, Universal Studios, The L.A. Zoo, Marineland, the beach {never a favorite, except at night}, and a sleep-over in the mountains, wherein there was extensive hiking and outdoor adventures.

At Marineland, formerly located in beautiful Palos Verdes, CA, at the invigorating Pacific shore, I swam through the Baja Reef attraction, which was a swim-through aquarium containing a variety of sea life including sharks, which would gracefully float about one in the deeper quadrants, octopi, manta rays, jellyfish, and stingrays. One was provided with snorkles and a wet suit to skim the surface, but could plunge deeper as long as one could hold one's breath. At one point, a girl dropped a bracelet which drifted all the way to the bottom by some starfish, so I gallantly retrieved it for her, to which I was rewarded with a smile and a peck on the cheek.

The aquarium was viewable to onlookers through thick glass down on the deeper level, to view the divers swimming with the denizens of the watery depths.

Camp shenanigans

"When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him."
~ 11th Satanic Rule of The Earth, Anton Szandor LaVey.

I was reminded earlier this morning about an amusing incident which occurred back as a Dracling when I was attending YMCA Camp. In My opinion, it is yet more evidence that Satanists are born, and not 'made':

I recall a certain overgrown 'bully' harassing campers now and then, when to his misfortune, he decided to come after Me, for whatever reason. After asking him to leave Me be two times, I stood My ground and delivered a back kick right under his chin, at which point he promptly fell on his back and 'swallowed' his tongue. At the time I was not aware that the tongue could in fact revert into the throat and cause possible death. Anyhow, camp 'councilors' came running over, an ambulance as well as his mother were called, who looked over at Me with both disbelief and disdain. This overgrown ogre must have been at least 6' 4" at the time, and this was in 6th grade! Which would have been impressive for a 12 year old, comparatively.*

They threatened to call My sensei, but I knew he would understand - this was after all, done in self-defense, and I do recall a certain glance from him as if to express a wordless sentiment of pride. His efforts were certainly not wasted on Me.

The now ex-bully was pulled out of camp, and I never saw him again, but I Am sure he learned his lesson well.

* I now stand over 6', and can understand such a perspective from elementary school.

The Agony of De-feet!

In response to a dart game misadventure earlier that month, I had been having an argument with an acquaintance one day at camp, when off the group went to the shore for "beach day"...

On the way to the sand, a few grumbles were exchanged, when lo and behold, he suddenly fell over forwards, then limped onto a nearby boulder clutching his foot. Seems he failed to notice a semi-concealed broken large glass bottle wedged in the sand, upon which his foot slid onto length-wise, slicing between the flesh of the big toe. Amidst his cries of pain and tears, an ambulance was called, wherein he was transported upon a stretcher. I never saw him again.

Demon of The Valley

[ The North Hollywood shootout]
Wikipedia link

I was reminded today of this incident which took place in My hometown of North Hollywood, California, on February 27th, XXX A.S. Witnessing the events transpire and recognizing those nooks and side streets brought forth a flood of evocations. Kittridge, Hamlin, Radford, Hinds, Ben, Agnes streets! I would frequently walk or bike ride down those streets after elementary school {Victory Blvd., Carpenter Ave.}, to go to the local record stores {there was "Licorice Pizza" (they would literally hand out free licorice, but no pizza; the name originates from an Abbott & Costello routine in which it is mentioned as an abbreviation for "LP"; this store was eventually transferred to 'Sam Goody'); "Auditory Odyssey" (which had quite a 'dark feel' about it, both aesthetically as well as containing many records mainstream shops refused to stock), and featured a rather diabolical nude woman riding a black horse, a-la Damballa)}.

The toy store up the street on Laurel Canyon Drive {at which I was once employed as a part-time flier-distributor as a Dracling; in return the owner would give Me a choice to pick from the toys therein, or cash}, the UA Theatre a bit beyond that {I actually recognized a few so-called "celebrities" attending there on a regular basis, although I tend to grant more importance on the characters they portray than the actors themselves, considering they are far more interesting}, with the nearby clock tower chiming Big Ben's theme, the ice cream shoppe across the street {"a triple-decker of Vanilla, Strawberry, and Rocky Road, please!"}.

Acquaintances and I would sometimes go over to Laurel Plaza & Valley Plaza and watch the girls figure skating at the ice rink; the park the next block over which seemed to have a "haunted" section which was accessible by traveling through an always dark tunnel {Hellmouth} to the other side where no one ever seemed to venture - overgrown with bushes and foliage, although I took a liking to it the minute I heard the sordid tales of ghosts, murders, and other questionable mysteries awaiting there. It actually became quite a peaceful refuge.

So watching the area become a veritable battle ground was actually rather amusing, as I recognized certain spots as the cameras panned about. A most interesting spectacle.

Labyrinth Park

Right to Left: Cross bridge, pass through 'gate' - Igloo {room enough to crouch low and/or sit cross legged; round room - crouching room; passing through the central "courtyard" on the right side, note the black spire; arrival at "jail" {barred room}; enclosed stair climb tower #2 onto 2nd floor platform & bridge which leads to climbing tower #1, leading down into secret passageways, low stoops leading to minimaze obstacles towards front of Labyrinth; 3rd far left tower contains external climbing rope and rope ladder.

I was recently reminded of this marvelous maze while watching an episode of Knight Rider entitled "Killer KITT" {though the park does appear in other episodes in several background shots as well as varying areas throughout the rest of the park like the playing field}. Known as The Labyrinth or Maze park, this is Sherman Oaks Park, now also known as "Castle Park".

This was a semi-regular Y Camp destination in remmus to spend the day, and otherwise just independently going year around, and it is great fun. I think the only thing I would foreseeably modify would be painting it stone gray or black {even "shades of black" - that is to say, various colors at their absolute darkest}, with or without textures.

Of course, the labyrinthine theme is reminiscent of HELLRAISER and LABYRINTH.

Passing across the bridge, one was sure to engage upon an adventure of epic proportions, by whatever land the imagination would conjure - it could be a castle, and one could be a knight; a monster inhabiting a haunted mansion; it could be a western towne a high noon, where one could be a Sheriff or desperado; it could be a pirate ship where one could be a buccaneer; perhaps even a space station, where one could be a character from STAR WARS, Star Trek, Flash Gordon, Battlestar Galactica, or Buck Rogers; maybe even a Noirsville as a detective or gangster.

There are varying sections throughout this labyrinth, with various levels or "stories", including a "jail"-like barred space with bench {however, this particular area tended to smell funny sometimes, like a lingering scent probably left over from hobos spending the night; otherwise, it was usually quite freshly cleaned early in the morning before arrival}, a tower to climb up and down within {with nice views up dresses}, various tunnels honeycombed throughout, other smaller bridges, additional 'hidden' stairwells, slides, climbing rope & ladders, false walls, all sorts of cubby-holes high and low in which to hide, watch, lay in wait, surprising playmates, even a central spire acting like a giant sundial.

A family could make an afternoon of it, reposing in the nearby grassy areas or roofed picnic tables. On the other side of the park is the baseball field and benches.

Seems a themed attraction was relocated nearby known as "Castle Park", yielding an enchanting ivy-covered castle structure, with minigolf, dragons, a moat, medieval decor, snackbar, while the former labyrinthine edifice was integrated into the recreational park a couple blocks away. ∞


Having partially grown up in the San Fernando Valley*, it just so happened that I once in awhile inadvertently ran into various entertainers from time to time while out and about minding My own business, so I was reminded of the following two incidents earlier this evening during an amusing conversation:

In My Dreams...

It was the bright idea of a friend at the time to go meet with one Don Dokken as he recorded tracks to his new album "Under Lock & Key". Upon arrival on a souped-up motorcycle, he was actually surprised we knew of the location, and fortunately allowed us to enter with him. We were present in-studio as he recorded "In My Dreams". Turns out he was hungry at the time and requested Chinese food. Before departing, he actually autographed the nubile breasts of our two beautiful female companions. We later departed to a local diner for indulgence.

Missing Persons...

In Draclinghood, while on a camp trip to the beach of all places, I spotted one "Dale Bozzio" of 'Missing Persons' as she was taping a video, part of which took place on a jeep at the beach. There she was was hanging off the tail end when our gazes locked for a second as the jeep drove by, preceded by a camera crew. Most memorable about that encounter were her crystalline blue eyes which stood out even more while framed by thick black eyeliner. I subsequently developed a small temporary crush on her and sought to find that then forbidden spread in Hustler magazine, which I did soon thereafter at a local liquor store.

* From whence the uber-pretentious, air-headed "Valley Girl" characterization originated, which seems to actually be not too far from the truth. Interesting to note that a fellow student in My Tae Kwon Do dojo from the Adult class actually recorded a "Valley Dudes" song by "The Straight A's" in response to the satirical "Valley Girl" song by Frank & Moon Zappa. It was actually played a few times on The Dr. Demento Show on KMET.

Dark Discoveries

Bibliophilia: Lucifer's Library

"The only thing better than the smell of a new book, is the scent an old one."

I have always been surrounded by books. Being a teacher, My father always had shelves of books in the house available for Me to peruse, so I was always privy to a wide variety of literature for My perusal, from charming children's books to college manuals - I would merely select what I felt I wished to absorb, and went to reading classic fiction, non-fiction, documentaries, the occult, abnormal psychology, human oddities, medical grotequeries, crime, art portfolios, whatever piqued My fancy. I was mostly attracted towards horror fiction and occult tomes.

Very memorable for Me was the "Man, Myth, & Magic" Encyclopedia collection, which was a marvelous compendium of occult lore, and the "Wizards & Witches" Time/Life collection, Crime & Punishment: A Pictorial Encyclopedia of Aberrant Behavior, war atrocities, among others - by and large, encyclopedias became a real major interest; and fiction including Bram Stoker's Dracula, Mary Shelly's 'Frankenstein', Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Man of LaMancha, Faust, Dante's Inferno, Milton's Paradise Lost, Caldwell's Dialogues With The Devil, along with so many more; classic "gothic" fiction including the Dark Shadows collection, along with a slew of comic BOOK fair - these are actual books, apart from the typical comic magazine form, with storylines much more involved than the mere 'action-adventure' escapades, which are amusing for what they are, but I began to crave more writing content with various favored characters, such as Conan The Barbarian, Zorro, Batman, Dracula, and some others.

I became fascinated with Marvel and DC comic books of a darkened nature. At first, I searched for The Dark Knight Batman, The Amazing Spiderman, The Incredible Hulk, The X-Men, The Fantastic Four, and even went through a Superman phase, all of which was very amusing; but then, all of a sudden, as if moved and placed by shadowy auspices, I pursued the comic book rack at a rather strange local liquor store I discovered, where there were two publications which caught My interest in particular: Daimon Hellstrom, "The Son of Satan" which depicted the image of a character becoming empowered within a five-pointed symbol I later came to know as a Pentagram - he was the veritable incarnation progeny of The Devil on earth; and The Tomb of Dracula, and I was impressed by his predation, the mastery of dark forces and the charmed procurement of the affections of women. Eventually, the comic books were read too fast and ceased to satisfy My curiosities, so I ventured into the Library, and searched for entire comic-novels, which eventually led Me to reading some of the horror classics like Dracula and Frankenstein, various other horror stories, to the fantasy genre such as Tolkien lore - particularly enjoying The Silmarillion more so than his others, which dealt with the affairs of the Gods instead of the creatures of Middle-Earth. I would spend hours in that library, sometimes leaving before closing, but most often at dusk.

I spent much time within the gloomy aisles of libraries, and I would accompany My father to many a book sale, sometimes really uncovering gems that I still have about Me today. Tomes seemingly forgotten, with publication dates stemming back to the early 1900's and before, with checkout dates stemming back decades. Now and then I would find an article or chapter relation on Dr. LaVey and The Church of Satan, which I always found most intriguing, from the aesthetics I saw to the quotes veritably "spoken" in My mind, all of which nestled in the recesses of the subconscious, until I finally re-discovered The Satanic Bible as mentioned through a propaganda pamphlet, and it all came together most Magically.

The Phantom in The Darkness

One night, as I was nearing the Alpha State of unconsciousness of slipping into sleep and tucked into bed, I heard heavy but graceful footsteps slowly walking across the floor in the living room - I could hear the floorboards creek, as if someone of something heavy was making its way through the house, and at this time the only ones in the house were Myself and mother, who was fast asleep nearby. I listened intently with fascination. Whatever it was, one could perceive "The Presence" very thickly in the atmosphere, which lasted for about five minutes or so, then dematerialized. Whatever it was, "walked" to a certain point in the middle of the room, then dissipated. The door had not been opened, and nothing was disturbed. Might this have been The Prince of Darkness paying Me a visit as a sort of "confirmation" of things to come?

Further Evidence of Infernal Progeny

It was related to Me recently by the Mother of All Satans, that I would on occasion race about in the home from time to time proclaiming "I Am God!" as a Dracling. Further evidence confirming Magus LaVey's observation of the fact that Satanists are indeed born, not made.

To the shock of the maternal progenitor, once upon a weekly mass, I was discovered drawing a devil in a missal {for those unaware, these are booklets stationed in pews containing verses and homilies that the congregation follows along with, in what essentially amounts to the mass' itinerary}.

It was also related to Me upon one occasion of being baby-sat, that for whatever reason, the babysitter attempted to drown The Dracling in the tub, but was 'rescued' as if by some mysterious force. Seemingly frightened by something, the babysitter abandoned ship and was never heard from again. ∞

Comparisons between Draconis Blackthorne & the Damien Thorn character

Damien Thorn was created as a proposed characterization of what "The Antichrist" may be like throughout formation. Realizing that a Satanist places no serious stock in christian superstition, this is merely an amusing comparison of some of the eerie similarities between the character of Damien Thorn and the actual person of Draconis Blackthorne, which occurs to us whenever we watch The Omen series:

Draconis Blackthorne born in U.S.A., spent preschool years in Italy. Subsequently went to official "Vatican school" until relocating to the U.S. to attend private school. Also attended various Martial Arts schools. Damien Thorn born in Italy, spent infancy there until moving to U.S.A., where he attended military school.

DB baptized at The Vatican, kept snuffing candle, spit on floor. Upon self-realization as a Satanist, later used baptismal candle in Satanic Baptism ceremony, which went up like a torch. DT writhed when approaching church.

DB had a doberman, bull mastiff, and a German shepherd as guardian and companion. DT had a doberman as guardian and companion.

DB has a so-called "remolino" {Italian and Spanish for 'whirlpool', or 'tornado'} hair configuration at back of scalp. Noted and remarked by parents. Also has an interesting 'hakenkruz' {which in certain Occult circles represents 'the black sun' / "Sorath" = 666, 'numerologically'} 'grammadon' configuration upon anatomy. DT has so-called "mark of the beast" swirling birthmark on scalp.

Dark Forces activate when either are threatened, punishing those who deserve it, and otherwise brings fortune to those who benefit them.

DB has an uncanny affinity with certain predatory animals, such as large dogs, cats, rats, monkeys, snakes and spiders. DT has a mental connection with that doberman in the film, while most other animals are apparently frightened of him.

DB as a Dracling also a child with dark hair and eyes, pale skin, with similar build {to the original}.

Both entrepreneurs went on to found businesses.

Both were born on interesting dates: DB at 6:03 {6+0+3=9} on February 1st, "Candlemas Eve"; DT at 6:06, June 6th, ergo, '666'.

As a side note, DB's Mother had a dream of a demon by a raging river {"Acheron"? "Phlegethon"?; see Dante's Inferno} while pregnant. A bent tree in the shape of a crucifix tumbled into the water. The Rosemary Woodhouse character in Rosemary's Baby dreamt of copulation with The Devil.

Overall, is there 'something' to it? Maybe so, maybe not, you decide...

Pumping Iron

I began weight-training early while in Jr. High, often "maxing out" some of the machines at a local gym, to the surprise of the regulars therein - mostly the leg machines for some reason, especially the calf-lift and leg-press machines all through to the college gyms. Although I prefer free-weights, every time I trained in such public facilities, I have always been stared at by those agog, with other anatomical machines as well.

I once won a weightlifting contest where the main prize was a one-year complimentary membership, this at "14", out-pressing much older weightlifters who became frustrated at My strangely advanced strength, as has been the case since birth.

From his films, from Pumping Iron to Conan, to Terminator, I grew to admire Arnold Schwarzenegger, being a world-class bodybuilder, action-actor, and businessman, plus viewing others in the "Muscle & Fitness" and "Flex" magazines, I became inspired to attain a visually strong physique.

Now I choose to train privately with My own weights, devoid of the public B.U.G.S. Weightlifting, Bodybuilding, and physical culture have since remained a regular practice, for optimum self-preservation and aesthetic appreciation. [The Satanic Art of Bodybuilding]


Awakening in Darkness

After St. Charles, it was off to "Village Christian" in Sun Valley where I first became acquainted with The Satanic Bible through a Christian tract warning of the dangers of The Occult. I had to find and read this book - and I did, at a Barnes & Noble. And there was always that familiar look of discomfort on the teller's face, which became ubiquitous every time another LaVey work was purchased. So now I became realized and knew I was a born Satanist. All of those predispositions and doubts finally came into focus, and I decided to let it show.

They Call Him Satan...

It was around this time where I met friends Shane, Ken, Paul, and Rick. However, it was Rick who introduced Me to Heavy Metal as I listened to Motley Crue, Ratt, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, W.A.S.P. on his walkman, and has thus became a beloved genre ever since. Ironically, it was My Mother who bought Me KISS Alive & KISS Alive II when I saw them in some department store, and had to have them to listen to, and was indeed pleased at what I heard. I have always loved the theatre of it, and the memorable tunes. Eventually, I became particularly interested in the darker groups, and began seeking albums carrying that Satanic iconography, and first found Venom's "Welcome To Hell" album, and eventually bought Bathory, Celtic Frost, Rvnning Wild, Mercyful Fate, Slayer, and Exodus, along with many others.

In High School, I became quite the hellion. I dubbed Myself "Devin Black", while acquaintances called Me "Satan", which I heartily accepted. I took to wearing a black leather jacket underneath a black denim vest which was decorated with silvery pyramid studs along the shoulder and chest hem, The Leviathanine devil with his lovers depiction from Celtic Frost's Emperor's Return patch on one side, the Slayer sword pentagram on another, down above the pocket area, Mercyful Fate's "Don't Break The Oath", with Possessed's "Seven Churches" logo accompanying it on the other side. On the back, a large interchangeable Venom "Black Metal" back patch / Slayer "Show No Mercy" back patch {I had them affixed individually with snapping buttons, instead of sewn}, and a smaller Venom "Welcome To Hell" patch above there on the nape of the neck. From a shoulder strap on the leather jacket, a chain wrapped under the arm, adjoining to the other side; along with a smaller chain affixed to the buttoned straps, draped on the lower back area of the vest, with more studs along its bottom seam - so all "the armor" was in place.

In school, a simple studded bracelet, but outside, the gauntlets came out, along with leather fingerless gloves, a ring for each finger, featuring most notably, a horned skull, a wolf, a bat, a dragon, a spider, a pentagram, and a serpent, among others, quite resembling "brass knuckles", or "silver knuckles" in this case.

I carried what I referred to as My "blowtorch" - an industrial lighter which projected a flame forth three feet, with which to light My cigarettes, and a twelve-inch blade in another pocket.

I drove a black Mustang, red interior, which rumbled like a demon beast, always having The Satanic Bible tucked in the center compartment, along with My sais. Ironically, this car was given to Me by a fundamentalist aunt whom I facetiously refer to as "Auntie Christian".

Most of this period was spent excelling in studies during the week, but come the weekend, all Hell would break loose! Meeting with acquaintances at each other's homes, traveling to local parties, enjoying performances by various local bands, including mine, and many-a-concert, enjoying all of the pleasures of the flesh as much as possible. Of course now, this is of a more refined nature.

The Ultimate Villain...

As a sophomore, there was one incident in which I was privately discussing Satanism with a couple of fellow students, when I noticed a crowd beginning to incrementally grow about us. There was this peculiar 'trend' among students to gather en-masse whenever a perceived 'fight' was occurring on campus, so there I was, surrounded by a couple of hundred expecting to see a scuffle, but instead, began becoming increasingly interested in what this form in black had to say, as I began receiving all sorts of questions from various curious parties - undefiled wisdom right out of The Satanic Bible. When the majority realized that this was not some bloody conflict, the crowd began to diminish.

Now, I was not seeking to proselytize, yet the inherent curiosity in dark subject matter bade quite a few to remain. Amusingly, at one point, a known thug and local bully stated "I'm bad, but not THAT bad...", and disappeared into the crowd. Good riddance to the criminal element. Certainly, had there been any reason for conflict, My Martial Arts training would have taken of that nicely.

Seems that even those among the herd who consider themselves 'tough guys' display erstwhile 'respect' out of fear, for their minds are quite consumed with superstition, which the Satanist would exploit to one's benefit. Sincere inquiries from honestly questioning minds are appropriately addressed, considering our basics are widely available, but to those who are either unwilling or unable to comprehend our philosophy, should remain in their self-imposed ignorance. After that point in this particular school, that potential antagonist remained distant, left My acquaintances alone, as I was known as the school Satanist.

This reminds Me of an aphorism: "There's always someone meaner, tougher than you are..." As we align ourselves with the archetype of the ultimate rebel, the ultimate villain, perhaps in the case of a Satanist, it IS The Satanist!

The Day The Devil won the pumpkin-carving contest...

Here I will relate an incident in which I participated in a pumpkin-carving contest while in the 10th grade:

Being in the competitive spirit, and being My second favorite holiday, I decided to participate in the school pumpkin-carving contest. Students gathered around the lunch tables with their pumpkins, ready to carve all manner of images relative to their psyches. There were clowns {one of which was not even carved, but rather painted}, the likenesses of teachers, an angel, the ubiquitous vampire, the simple 'happy pumpkin'... and then there was mine. Now, I was determined to represent the true 'spirit' of Halloween, which is based on fun-fear, and the purpose of the fun in Halloween is to be scared, after all, plain and simple. So I went about acquiring various ingredients for this accomplishment.

First, I emptied the entrails of the pumpkin, then carved a horrid, grinning spectre of a face thereupon, and proceeded to gain the aid of My Life-Science teacher with whom I had a pleasant rapport - and went about selecting sheep's eyeballs, maggots, dead grasshoppers, and meal worms, proceeding to fill what I called a "Drac O' Lantern" with these organisms. Then I clumped some of the innards back into the exhibit, which then began attracting flies, adding to the horror-effect quite nicely.

In addition, I plunged a facsimile pitchfork into one side, stanchions facing upwards, and a faux axe in the other, forming a "coat of arms" position, adding two horns acquired from a joke shop, finally inserting a black candle into the squishy undulating mess, and lit it up. It began to crackle and fizzle.

In the process of creating this monstrosity, I began to lose interest in actually "winning" some cheesy award, but concentrated on making this the most horrifically memorable, expressive spectacle possible. It certainly had quite an impressive effect on other contestants with their glitter and bright paints. One girl even cupped her hand to her mouth and walked off, which was quite a compliment, considering the subject matter.

Initially, a vote was tallied for the clown, then I argued that the purpose of this 'unholy-day' is for the fear factor, and they eventually agreed, granting Me a certificate for first place.

Overall, it was amusing to watch viewers' reactions when they saw My creation, gloating with the 'win' that was so important to them - while I just wanted to give The Devil His due on this Satanic holiday.


I subsequently moved from the San Fernando Valley to the San Gabriel Valley and attended a new High school where I met Sergeant Randy Emon. Soon I was being recognized as the resident so-called "devil-worshipper", "freak", and "psycho", and stood apart aesthetically as well as ideologically, while maintaining straight A's, which became a conundrum to the instructors, as I did not seem to fit into one particular mold, as I have always remained full of surprises. On one hand, they would see black leather and spikes, rings and a Baphomet necklace, while I was performing in an academically optimum level, as well as never being attracted to illegal narcotics whatsoever, opting for weekend revels, indulging in the amber demoness and cigarettes, which went together like milk and cookies. I suppose word circulated unto the perked ears of Randy Emon, who ran an organization called "C.O.I.N.", or "Christian Occult Investigation Network" which dealt with the whole SRA phenomenon, beLIEving it hook, line, and sinker. He also worked as an occult adviser on the Richard Ramirez case, and perhaps he was wishing to find another nugget of infamy in Me. I began finding that some of My private work had become xeroxed, such as poems, drawings, and stories. Then one day as I was reading The Satanic Bible quietly during Lunch period, it became confiscated by a meddling, intrusive, and overbearing counselor, along with an allegory I wrote entitled "The Proclamation of Doom" {see The Devil's Scroll}.

I would later discover that some of My material was used in his seminars and even included as a part of his media appearances such as Pacesetters and Inside Edition, as well as ironically, including My image & drawings on such Satanic Panic presentations as "Doorways To Satan", "Devil Worship: The Rise of Satanism", and "America's Best Kept Secret - A Look At Modern Day Satanism". It should be kept in mind that I was not of legal chronology to formally join The Church of Satan yet, but My black heart was always there all the way.

On Pacesetters, he related the story of the confiscation of My Satanic Bible, which I retrieved the next day because My parents went into the office and returned it to its proper place with Me, which must have really raised some questions in their paranoid minds. He had raised the veritable parchment to the camera where I had drawn the figures of Myself, The Principal, and an archetypal representation of The Devil taking the book from him and handing it back to Me. Included was the date I repossessed it. The host was visibly disturbed.

On Inside Edition, he related a story about a pentagram which had appeared on his floor in his home which he could not remove in any manner. And it just so happened that there was the reflection of a pentagram on My carpet from a mirror I had emblazoned upon it for use in Mirror Magic, which was gratifying to hear.

I was one day invited to sit in at one of these seminars, so I decided to go. I dressed appropriately for the environment, attending more or less 'incognito' , and awaited the presentation to begin. On a table at the rear of the church, were many wonderful records from Black Metal artists including those mentioned above, along with The Satanic Bible, Necronomicon, Crowleyian bibliography, among others - all scheduled for the pyre by the Christian Reich. Then the show began. Emon emerged with his attache' and placed on a slide-show inclusive of a drawing I created of Satan on Infernal throne, Dr. LaVey's image from the back of The Satanic Bible, as well as others' artwork and poetry. Emon later remarked that he had felt an arctic cold deriving from the direction I was seated in, and was also confirmed by one of his associates. Afterwards, I went forth to join My comrades in a night of revelry.

Emon eventually renounced the SRA urban legend, and even contacted Me via email stating that he "sure hurt and fooled a lot of folks". His report can be found at the above "Randy Emon" link. He is now the Deputy Coroner in San Bernardino and runs an "Unclaimed Persons website.

The Private Eye

There was this marvelous little store down a thin street in an "Old Towne" area called "The Private Eye" - windows painted black with the image of a dancing devil on the door, and an eye with a skull as iris on the window, with the title of the store in Olde English curved above it. The scent of incense permeated therein, a red light above, glistening off the black-painted walls, which were bedecked with posters from the likes of Venom, Slayer, Mercyful Fate, Bathory, and others. Black Shelves filled with albums from Black and Death Metal bands, as well as magazines, fliers to concerts, videos {most notably, "The Ultimate Revenge" featuring Venom, Slayer and Exodus, Venom's Seven Dates of Hell & Live In '85 concerts}, and many great t-shirts; I spent many hours residing in this dark chamber speaking with the owner about The Occult and Metal Musick - he would relate amusing tales of how sometimes Christians would enter in and berate him with attempts at conversion, how he dealt with shoplifters {grabbed them by the collar & belt, and out they went!}. Copies of The Satanic Bible and The Satanic Rituals were behind glass under the cash register nearby Necronomicon, surrounded with Baphomet medallions, various pendants, rings, and spiked gauntlets. This was the location where I purchased My first Baphomet medallion. Of note, there was a compelling taxidermed goat head in a long black wig and hood reposing behind the register, gazing down ominously at all who entered.

I returned here at least once a week, always purchasing something I wanted, and always spotting something else I would possess the next time. It was just fantastic to have a store of this nature available for us of darkened tastes to so conveniently attain choice items for our edification, as well as have pleasant and interesting conversations. It was here that I had the opportunity to meet some of My favorite bands at the time, like Venom, Slayer, Megadeth, Quarthon of Bathory, and Possessed, when they were in town, gaining autographs and hand-shakes, sometimes chatting with the members. There was usually a concert within the week, and I remember time after time, being shot a glance of recognition from the stage to The Pit. Eventually, The Private Eye disappeared, so I again resorted to Moby Disc and mail-order.

Two degrees of separation...

For whatever reason, I had once drawn a depiction of the nazarene on a chalk board within a Catholic school's classroom, appropriately bloody and gore-laden, then went on on my way and thought nothing of it, when lo and behold, I found out someone present therein with Me had taken a photo of Myself drawing it, and was subsequently displayed in the local paper side by side with a photo of one Cardinal Roger Mahoney seemingly admiring it. Seems he was paying a visit that day. What I thought was especially amusing was the fact that I had been wearing My Venom "Black Metal" back patch which was clearly visible to the camera, gazing menacingly at the viewer, right out of the front page of a Catholic newspaper!

Sometime later while attending college, I would accompany My Psychology of Religion class on a field trip to "Our Lady of The Angels" Cathedral, and rather blasphemously sit on the cardinal's throne while on a walk-through...

The Devil in Metal

Necromancer demo prototype Eventually, I decided I wanted to start a band - so I discussed it with a couple of comrades, and thus, "Necromancer" was born, which was a cross primarily between Venom, Slayer, Celtic Frost, and Bathory. I as the Vocalist, I had already written several songs and composed them within My mind, detailing the music to the band, and so we practiced. Eventually, we began receiving a steady following, performing at The Whiskey A-Go-Go and The Troubadour in Hollywood, and The Country Club in Reseda, until the almost inevitable band mate moving away, another perhaps demonstrating a lack of seriousness, opting instead for compulsive intoxication, ego-clashes, etc. So I disbanded it and searched for others who would actually wish to evolve with The Musick, and founded "Ritual" along the lines of Deicide, Morbid Angel, and Emperor with a "gothic" feel, incorporating keyboards to include various sound effects, strings, organs, and even woodwinds. Between bands, I write a plethora of lyrics and musick, hoping the next line-up will realize the dream. The members of Ritual claimed that I was being too overbearing and even tyrannical, and the drummer's girlfriend became infatuated with Me, so it disbanded after playing a few house performances and recording a demo which was to be sent to several concert halls.

Subsequently, I answered an ad for a Black Metal group looking for a singer, so I went to the audition and was accepted. This band was calling itself "Onslaught" at the time, but there was a group already calling themselves by that name, so it was changed to "Impaler". Unfortunately, this group, talented though they were, were quite honestly beginning to follow the trendiness of so-called "Nu Metal" while veering away from Satanic aesthetics and iconography, even wanting Me to dress in a tank-top and knee-high shorts, which I would not do; so because of this petty shallowness, I left, and they have since disintegrated. Still, if I find worthy band mates, preferably true Satanists, may this diabolical muse be unleashed from The Gates of Hell...

"White Metal"...???

For whatever reason, Stryper performed at the High School I was attending in the San Gabriel Valley, which was complete happenstance. I did not know of this performance, and being that I was a couple of weeks late for the first of the semester due to the recent move, it was surprising when I was being told about it by classmates; then an announcement on the intercom declared that they were on campus, and if we wanted to, we could go view them - so again, I thought "what the Hell" - I do not believe I would have actually gone out of My way to see them, but if they were here anyway, might as well witness this spectacle. Thing is, the music really is not that bad at all, and the whole xian propaganda angle was realized as just a gimmick, what with actually throwing NT bibles out into the audience plastered with a Stryper sticker on the front cover {one of which I managed to catch, and no, it is not for sale}, they could just not be taken seriously.

Stryper bibleThose unfamiliar with this band should know that they billed themselves as so-called "white metal", with their teased hair, glam makeup, bee-like black and yellow stripes, and tight spandex, preaching lyrics with christian references. Deriving their name from a line of scripture mentioning healing stripes, they became a rather hokey enigma, condemned by both discriminating metal heads and rabid xian-reich fundies, and so the act was born. Others followed suit with the absurd "Angelica" {an obvious rip-off on Metallica}, Trouble, Saint, Holy Soldier, and White Cross, among many others; but what has remained a constant with these types of bands is the total lack of originality, as they all seemed inferior comparisons to original ideas proffered by the Devil. [see Wikipedia: Christian Metal].

It was especially ironically amusing because not only was I a fully realized Satanist by this time, but in My left front inner pocket I carried The Satanic Bible, and for the rest of that afternoon, I placed the Stryper bible in My front right inner side pocket until I returned back home to put it away with some of the other metal paraphernalia I had collected at various shows.

Anyway, they performed songs from "Soldiers Under Command", "The Yellow and Black Attack", and "To Hell With The Devil". This was also around the time The Night Stalker was hunting in the Los Angeles area, so maybe this concert was an attempt to offset the gruesome news and paranoia, and of course, profit {prophet} from it.

As an interesting aside, some time later while attending a local college, some stranger would approach Me and hand Me a CD by a band named "Die Happy" with a logo displaying a happy face and crossbones, which features members from xian-thrash band "Vengeance Rising" {see next page}. The former seemed a somewhat more musically evolved version of the latter, with more of a concentration on melodies. But overall, in relation to this so-called "white metal", or white-washed metal, why settle for less?

The Battle of Baldwin on The Pacific

Baldwin Park, CA: So there was a time wherein Devin Black {'Satan'} and the 'Deathbangers' were walking forth towards some destination in the night, when some lame ass thumper car went driving by, complete with some sort of ,disparaging remarks, that merited a rock thrown precisely through the side rear window. Not long after, we continued on our way, some came at us with bats and sticks, though what was available nearby, but long steel rods, which were immediately accessed and used as veritable spears to practically impale the assailants, rendering them crouched and running for their lives - such a victory was invigorating, and hearkened to scenes from Highlander. And My martial arts training no doubt proved very valuable that evening.

Apparently someone had notified Police of the events, as several squad cars were spotted in the vicinity. Not desiring this interaction, I swiftly turned down into a street and silently blended into the shadows, calling upon Satan & His Demons to aid Me in a safe, undetected trip back home. My return to The Noctuary was indeed a stealthy one.

Now, I was in the habit of always carrying My Satanic Bible with Me in the left inside pocket of My black vest, along with all the patches, spikes, studs, and chains, but also certain Goetic seals for experimentation in various situations for various purposes. For this disapparent effect, along with the darkness, among others, present seals must have been that of Baalam & Baal, both of whose attributes are that of dispensing invisibility. I also recall the name Sabnock.

It was later related to Me from those detained, that the Police were indeed asking about Me, per description, and where had I gone. They were told that I go by the nickname of 'Satan' and of My occult interests. The cops agreed that I must be, because I was nowhere to be found. Afterwards, the night was met with celebration.

Interestingly, the location at about Maine & Los Angeles now features an appealing rock castle structure...

Noctuary, The Devil House

The Noctuary: The Devil House

"An old house said to contain an entrance to Hell, and frequented by Satanists. Shadowy forms appear and disappear in the back yard, which is overgrown with thick foliage and over-hanging trees. Chanting has been heard coming from a rear window and a red light turning on and off. Frightened locals frequently cross themselves when passing by. Walking in the front yard is said to be very bad luck. Several people who have done so have died mysterious deaths, from being choked by invisible hands to car crashes and being murdered. Car collisions seem to happen on that corner on a regular basis. Demonic faces have been seen in the windows. Approaching too close to the front door, one can feel an evil sensation, and a cold spot where a pentagram has been seen sometimes around Halloween. It even looks like a haunted house. It can be recognized by the willow tree in the front yard.

I first found out about it when a friend and I were driving by and he remarked "That's where The Devil lives!" Last time I saw it, it looked like there was a strange glow around it." - Anonymous.

Aristocratic Libertines

Upon graduating from High School, I held weekly revels, or "Sinposiums" at My residence, which turned out to be My own version of "The Magic Circle". These would consist of basically a few friends joining in the festivities with a Horror movie on the VCR, some great musick on the stereo, with conversations that ranged from horror cinema, favorite bands, to the Occult, and the libations flowed freely. I had painted My room black, and set up black & red lights, the combination which casts a really enchanting effect. Interesting to note, is that the morning after I had completed the painting, there was an unexpected eclipse, which I have since thought to be a most interesting synchronicity.

Sometimes curious parties would attend, interested in Satanism and colloquial indulgence. I would answer any question they may have had about the philosophy, and routinely played "Exposing Satan's Underground", "First Family of Satanism", and later "Speak of The Devil", and eventually "Satanis" when I finally found it, along with various other media representations. I experimented with different oracles including Tarot Cards, the I-Ching, runes, and read up on various Magical traditions including the Qabballah and Demonology. I had long-since owned The Satanic Rituals and was practicing the rites therein on a regular basis, gaining overall empowerment and sharpening My abilities to a razor's edge - and I found more potency therein that I had in the varying grimoires typically studied. [See also The Black Book of Shadows for some of the results derived by using Satanic Magic].

When The Satanic Witch was re-released, I remember placing it next to The Satanic Bible and The Satanic Rituals, making mental notes of the knowledge therein, constructing logical and appropriate modifications to the flawless theories for My own applications. Then The Devil's Notebook was published - I found it at a local book store along with The Black Flame magazine {each of which I since acquire upon release}, and the interview with Dr. LaVey in The Nose magazine, all of which I eagerly possessed and mentally devoured. I spent many gratifying hours reading late into the night, sometimes with others who had the benefit of accompanying Me. I also acquired Mga. Blanche Barton's books "The Church of Satan" and "The Secret Life of A Satanist", which added more gnosis to the hellfires within. I frequently re-read these edifying tomes from time to time which serve to provide Satanic meditation, perspective, and focus. These are Our crucial religious texts, and they are truly timeless.

The Animal Asylum

"Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, but more often worse than those who walk on all-fours, who because of his "divine spiritual and intellectual development", has become the most vicious animal of all!" - 7th Satanic Statement, The Satanic Bible; Anton Szandor LaVey.

Being that I have always had an affinity for the animal kingdom, much more so than for most humanimals, from pets, familiars, to watching documentaries, I once took a course on animal welfare right after high school, and as a result, landed a job with the city at the animal shelter rescuing various creatures and preparing them for adoption. Inspecting their fur, skin, paws, eyes, ears, and tongues for any trace of disease, malformation, or mutilation and sending them to be cleaned up, processed with proper documentation, and settled into their respective gated areas for adoption. Hopefully, they were adopted within a couple week's time, otherwise, it was off to the rear area beyond a door topped with a golden cross, which was essentially the death chamber, the "point of no return".

The 'dark side' of this job was left to the executioners who had to euthanize animals which were either beyond recuperation, were violent cases who may have mauled someone, or lapsed beyond their adoptability. It was a sordid dirty duty. These poor creatures were placed upon a cold metal slab and injected with a substance known as "lethal plus", a blue solution which worked quickly though their veins, on a couple of occasions actually turning their eyes a bluish hue. They would just drift into unconsciousness until rendered still, and depending upon the size of the creature, the small ones were unceremoniously slid into a crate where the bodies of their predecessors were piled, until picked up by the truck, and taken to their final resting place, which was probably incineration. The larger ones were euthanized via a syringe on the end of a stick, left to die, and kept in their cages until picked up by the same "death wagon".

I'll never forget the dog who after being injected with the blue death, incrementally went to sleep, and as if dreaming, paddled his feet like he was running free again...

Such pitiful spectacles were a regular occurrence, which eventually became too much to stomach. The gazes of these creatures looking up into one's eyes, as if communicating a plea for mercy, which was not in one's capacity to administer, due to official orders. Apart from the merciful euthanasia, animals who bite humanimals is most often due to fear and self-defense, and are otherwise following their natures, and certainly do not deserve execution, in My opinion. As to the others, they could not all be adopted, and so meet the fate of eternal sleep.

Besides, it was also protocol to euthanize kittens and puppies who were still of weening age, whose mother had perished, figuring they would die anyway of malnutrition, yet the inspections for these observations were too frequently cursory, as if to rush these bodies through a mill, which I took umbrage with whenever I could. I actually 'saved' several litters of kittens from the blue death by insisting that they would take to formula, and they always did.

Upon one October, at a time of the year when black cats are not to be placed for adoption, as a preventative measure against feline-sacrificing devil-worshippers and jokers alike, also considering that many times black cats are used as Halloween props until abandoned in November, a litter of black kittens entered the center whose matron had perished, and were sentenced to veritable death, which I would not have; so I actually took to concealing them in My jacket, and upon closing time, made My way home with them nestled therein, where they became happy and healthy residents of The Noctuary, and a couple of them familiars.

So I left in disgust, knowing that there is a system for population control, yet these spectacles of animal misery and the processing routine were grossly under-developed, and even barbaric. Such an experience did provide an enhanced perspective of appreciation for My own precious animal allies that have come in and out of My life - My cats, My Bull Mastiff 'Abaddon', doberman "Damien", several snakes, rats, and a tarantula. Hails to you all for the black flame which enriches My own, and HAIL SATAN.

Once Upon A Nocturnal Constitutional...Satan Walks The Night

At the former Noctuary as I made My way to the local store for provisions, I came upon a robbery in progress, which I was not aware of at the time I entered the store. After all, I had no reason to suspect anything unusual, having made this pleasant trip on many an evening. A man who stood at the register backed away as I entered, to let Me forward, which I thought was a rather polite gesture. It was not until I exited the establishment, casually gazing back therein that I noticed the man had produced a firearm, proceeding to rob the middle-eastern teller. As I made My way across the street to head back around to The Noctuary, which usually took Me through quiet lamp lit streets and across a bridge {over "the River Styx"} through a local park, I decided to traverse an extra block when I noticed a commotion nearby.

As I went further, I saw Police lights glaring into the night, and that same man I encountered a few minutes earlier sprawled out on the ground being taken into custody.

Still another bygone occurrence transpired wherein upon boarding a transport, some riffraff which had been causing problems for other passengers suddenly became sedate, actually behaving themselves and became civil. It seems the presence of a Satanist commands respect, even amongst desperate circumstances with criminal rabble, at which point stratification becomes especially apparent.

For the Believe It Or Not Files...

Also, another time, as I went forth to use a phone booth near midnight, while completely minding My own business, what should come along, but a gaggle of thugs speeding by at relatively close proximity, shooting into the booth, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate the figure in black, yet to My surprise, not a bullet hit neither Myself nor the booth I was in, as if dematerializing into the ether. To this, I was quite gratified and strengthened, knowing full well certain energies were in operation. One can only morbidly speculate what eventually became of them...

These incidents remind Me of the amusing incident with the "holy water" which seemingly evaporated before ever contacting the floor of The Lair Inner Sanctum.

Drac Dark

One day at the former Noctuary I acquired some beer-making ingredients, and endeavored to make My own beer. With a rather Frankensteinian arrangement, I prepared it just as instructed, giving vent to the containers, and I set off to sleep by the morning light. When what did I hear, but a bursting sound - upon investigation, one of the containers blew its top, despite the recommended ventilation, spraying some of the concoction upon the ceiling, which looked like "dripping blood".

Turns out that was the absolute best-tasting beer I ever tried - rich and flavorful, blackened dark brown and much stronger than any beer commonly available. So with increased ventilation, I began brewing it up and sharing it with friends, who did remark that it was 'strong', but that's the way I like it! Amusingly, I actually affixed skull and bones labels I made for it. Perhaps I may make some more some day.

Warlock on Campus!

Being known as the resident 'Warlock' on campus, I would conduct tarot readings for a fee from time to time in-between classes for various students as well as faculty. I would be spontaneously approached by those who 'heard of' Me, so I decided to take advantage of it, eventually developing a relatively regular clientele utilizing cold reading and dramatic linguistics to enhance the experience for them. The interesting thing is, these 'prognostications' always seemed to materialize in their lives, as they would report to Me upon subsequent readings how situations played out exactly as the cards had predicted. Of course, this very well may be "self-fulfilling prophesies" wherein the person is receptive to the suggestions of the descriptions, which thereby creates a subconscious momentum building to a crescendo of self-imposed materialization.

This was of course quite gratifying, deriving both ego gratification as well as monetary accumulation and, even carnal indulgence on a few occasions...

"Die Happy"

Die HappyOne day as I was walking between classes at a hilly local campus {one of three colleges attended} which has a really enchanting view of the lovely cemetery next door, an individual walked up to Me and handed Me an unsolicited CD from a band named "Die Happy", which features a "happy face and cross bones" - rather silly, I thought; The inside sleeve depicts four or five "tough-guy" rocker 'dudes' in some dimly-lit underground {sewer?}, while on the cover, they are being radiated in the lightmare. So after class was over, I routinely would go over to the library and dig up some Occult material for personal and scholastic use, and I decided to take a listen. With "Satan Wants You" by Arthur Lyons opened before Me, and the earphones firmly on, I discovered that this was a hard rock band bordering on Metal, and also discovered that the lyrics were decidedly christian-oriented {which I suppose was the purpose of that anonymous stranger for attempted conversion}; so I ignored that and focused on the music instead, and found that there were some nice melodies here and there, and realized that the potential talents here were squandered on the jesus subculture, wherein if they applied themselves in the secular arena, they may really go somewhere. So the CD has since joined the cavalcade collection somewhere.

Later I discovered that this band were comprised of former members of the Metal band "Vengeance Rising" {I noticed the stylized "V" in their logo resembling Venom's}; and thought to Myself, "what a waste!" - how many have fallen into the mediocrity of christianity's "White Metal" {Jeff Fenholt* comes to mind - former Black Sabbath stand-in singer turned absurd show-tunes and 50's rock amalgam, where he simply replaces the given lyrics with christian overtones}; the only viable band experiencing any kind of lasting, though still limited 'success' was Stryper, who took the jesus gimmick to the limit. Blindlight muzak has always been, and shall continue to be, a weak and unoriginal imitation of truly passionate and talented secular, worldly, and therefore, Satanic Music.

* One night, I was invited by some acquaintances at the time to attend a Jeff Fenholt concert taking place at a local church. The only reason I considered going was for the potential of meeting up with some attractive females there - it was the weekend, so I was game. I was already quite comfortably in Satanic awareness, so I thought the salacious possibilities would be worth the trip. When I arrived, I was being asked by several attractive nubile females waht My beliefs were all about, so I began "enlightening" them, as it were {although not veering into Solipsism - just giving them enough to suit My selfish purposes} - so there I was, with the majority of parishoners' daughters practically on My lap. attentive to My explanations, and it payed off - I did end up having quite an indulgent time before the night was through - but I digress - after a bit of time talking with these lovelies, I decided to enter in the main hall where Fenholt was 'performing' - basically, exchanging lyrics from established secular songs with christian references, just really weak. After listening to some of this, I departed to the back again, crossing My arms about My chest gesticulating Cornus with My hands, and joined the waiting girls again {I vividly recall the expressions on some faces when they saw this - quite amusing}. When Fenholt concluded, I went back into the hall which was becoming more and more vacated, with some lingering sheeple still therein. Sometime along the way, a woman approached Myself and My cohorts and began her conversion tactics. After dictating the so-called virtues of the nazarene, one question she asked which really stands out in My mind is "What has Satan freed you from?" After a brief pause, I stated "Guilt." With that, her face contorted, and she reverted to the lowest common denominator a christian exhibits - that of the mindless "jesus loves you" tired cliche', which to Me, is a blatant admittance of failure and defeat in a debate. With that, she lifted her head and hands into the air, and began babbling incoherently - real gibberish. I smiled, and left that place of abstinence for more earthly activities.


Parapsychology: Eventually I decided to attend College as My interest was piqued by a course on Parapsychology taught by Dr. Dianne Morrissey, who is a colleague of Dr. Thelma Moss who invented Kirlian photography. All of those subjects I had read about were now being offered as a class, so I went to see if I could learn anything new from this course, which I really did not, but at least I derived some school credit for it. Of particular note, one of the exercises consisted of identifying and detailing an image within a magazine one had not previously seen, and the others were virtually astounded at the accuracy I posited as I described a scene in the country with people leaning up against a wooden fence by a tree, including their dress. It was quite an amusing class.

Philosophy: Various theories by various "thinkers", most of whom I found basically go around in circles, and what Doctor called "mental acrobatics", with very few exceptions such as Aristotle, Alexander Dumas, Nietzsche, and a choice select others. This class, along with the subsequent Humanities and Psychology of Religion, have served to confirm My analysis that Satanism is in fact the most honest and powerful religion.

Small Business Management: The basics on running a "micro-business", as it were. This class was basically a "think-tank" to contribute creative products and inventions along with clever marketing strategies, the basics of book-keeping, business law, copyrights, and some examples provided of successful small businesses becoming mega-conglomerations.

Web-Design: Just some of the basics on building a web page, submitting to search engines, just really elementary material which could be learned just as easily by experimentation on one's own computer, which is the majority of what I have done and surpassed. But again, I did receive credit for it, so I came out ahead. It was actually during this class that I conjured forth The Shadowmantium into existence.

Psychology of Religion: A comprehensive study of the mentality of those who are attracted to white-light religions, which actually did provide some valuable insights, also confirming many of My own hypotheses. Of note, a witty instructor, great conversations, interesting films, attractive female students, and field trips to various religious institutions. [ See The Black Earth for reviews].

Humanities: A most enjoyable study of various cultures in history, from the Egyptians to the Greeks to the Romans, Sumerians, Chaldeans, inclusive of philosophical commentary and architectural considerations. I was again fortunate to have an instructor who is extraordinarily knowledgeable on this subject, and the manner in which it was expressed was both edifying and an honor to absorb.

Anthropology: Again, supplementing My own "misanthropological" observations on humanity, we looked at various cultural traditions, evolution, physical specimens, hunting techniques, social structures, lineages, and several major discoveries and excavations. The Instructor, in somewhat of an "Indiana Jones" fashion, related several of her own experiences and travels throughout the world. Plus, she was quite a perky little lady with very nice hair.

Geology: A fascinating study of atmospheric and earth processes, with tactile exhibits of various rocks in various stages of development from all over, under, and within the globe. Just interesting to know what is physically occurring within Our Black Earth.

Blackthorne Productions

Blackthorne Productions Blackthorne Productions emerged as an in-house publisher and outlet for My literature and the "Black Arts & Witch Crafts" I produce, including The Devil's Diary magazine; Books: Dracomeroth, The Devil's Scroll, Malefick Media, Vampiricon; Products: The Devil's Cord, Satan's Ouija, Satan's Runes, The Pact with Satan, and the Narrations From The Abyss CD. These ideas swirled about in My head and I decided to finally construct them for personal use, until eventually it occurred to Me that there may be other Satanists who would appreciate these as well, so I endeavored to present them to The Infernal Empire, and it has been doing relatively well for these past two years, and growing at a steady pace. Moving in The Satanic Grace, and through the process of diabolical machinations, this seemed the next logical step in My Daemonic Evilution.

The Omnis Dracomeroth {Codex Satani} was originally titled "The Omnis" and was initially written in Years XXIV and XXV A.S., as a result of My study and experimentation in The Occult, combining various traditions and "Satanizing" them, as it were, truly giving The Devil his due, and thus, was renamed Dracomeroth upon infernal modification. The rites written therein are a result of both meditation and the application of Greater and Lesser Magical principles which have proven by results to really work.

The Devil's Scroll {Codex Diaboli} is a collection of misanthropic and Satanically-philosophical essays providing insights into human motivations, social commentary, as well as counter-culture thought.

Malefik Media {Codex Lvciferi} is a large compendium of multi-media sources reviewed from a Satanic perspective, offering philosophical commentary with a piercing pen used as a veritable sword.

The Devil's Diary {Codex Daemonvm} includes essays, fiction and non-fiction stories, rituals, art, photography, poetry, multi-media reviews, interviews, and relations of adventures and travels from Satanists. Previous to The Devil's Diary, I published a magazine entitled "Noctuary", which included all of the afore-mentioned, although written and animated completely by Myself. Again, I thought to bring this idea to The Infernal Empire for other Satanists to participate and lend various insights.

The Devil's Cord is based on the idea of a "Witch's Cord" and "rosary", in which a Satanist may meditate upon The Nine Satanic Statements, The 11 Satanic Rules of The Earth, and the Nine Satanic Sins, while also ritualizing a wish to materialize utilizing the individual demonically-inscribed beads to enforce the will, and exercise one's Magical potency. I have found this to be very effective.

Satan's Ouija is intended as a Satanic meditation and to manifest one's psychic abilities by the use of clairvoyance and intimately connecting to The Dark Force Satan in a more dynamic manner. The Shadowmancy board is essentially a reflective tool to exercise one's sensitivity to currents and apply them towards beneficial conclusions.

Satan's Runes work much the same way as Satan's Ouija, opening the daemonic eye to reveal the true patterns of life and modifying them towards personal gratification.

The Pact with Satan is intended as a resolution and a formal gesture and commitment to the precepts of Lucifer and The Left-Hand path, accessing psychodrama which motivates one towards evolution and retains perspective.

Narrations From The Abyss is Myself narrating various essays combined with sound-effects and atmospheric musick.

The Devil Made Me Do It At...

As a result of certain associations & negotiations with the adult entertainment industry at the time, we were invited to Hugh Hefner's Halloween shindig. In order to even enter the mansion, one had to board a "party bus", as it were, parking one's vehicle just down the street at a nearby parking structure in Westwood. We met with our associate & looked forward to an entertaining night, indeed.

Upon entering, there were performers there of course, familiar participants in the erotic film genre, the portrayed models, as well as several 'celebrities' one would expect, yet are not of My concern. The grounds were transformed into a series of haunted mazes with remarkable structures, decorations, and characters spooking guests and adding to the fun.

Though the music was not necessarily of My personal preference, one could migrate to other parts of the grounds for different sonic & visual experiences. There are hidden little nooks & pathways throughout, benches, even a little cabin in the thick of foliage, all to serve as ideal spots for clandestine encounters with whomever mutually wills. The usual press was present from several channels and shows, snapping shots at all the elaborate props, media 'personalities', models, & of course, "Hef".

However, everyone was dressed in Halloween splendor, from the ubiquitous vampires, werewolves, clowns, princesses, various sexy Disney characters, and the staple 'bunnies' serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Myself, I chose to dress in sort of Black Magic Sorcerer meets Count Dracula attire, where the features on the face are accentuated, enhanced widow's peak, hair slicked back, while still preserving an elegant presentation, all topped with a subtle Baphomet lapel pin & ring; while My lovely consort was regaled as a Sexy Witch.

Then there is the infamous secret grotto wherein couples, and sometimes more, have been known to steal away for some carnal pleasures in the dim lighting flickering off the stone walls surrounding, & shimmering moonlight.

Eventually, Mr. Hefner appeared with his gaggle of bunnies, dressed in his perpetual smoking jacket and pajamas, although topped with devil horns, this time around, which I thought was rather appropriate after all, for a self-made man who built his empire on the contemplation of fleshly delights, enjoying his success to the fullest, residing in such an impressive mansion, quite inspiring to be sure, & obviously completely de-facto Satanic.

Wonderful complimentary libations enjoyed, as provided by our gracious host, accompanied by a feast fit for a Beast, with additional pleasures yet to come. ∞

Church of Satan Warlock

I formally joined The Church of Satan in Year XXXIII A.S., and have recently had the honor of being promoted to Warlock II* by High Priest Magus Peter H. Gilmore. I had the pleasure of meeting Magistra Templi Rex Blanche Barton at a TLC presentation on Satanism in which I led a ritual with Satanists from all over California, which should air sometimes later in this Year of XXXIX A.S. Several Satanic publishers of note have been gracious enough to include My work in their publications, including The Black Flame, Not Like Most, The Cloven Hoof, The Trident, and Skratte, as well as transcriptions and art being included on The Official Church of Satan site, interviews in The Feast of Hate & Fear, the Legion of Loki website, as well as a couple of interested individuals in the creative arts.

To Be continued...

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