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SINDAY SERMON YOUR BODY IS THE ALTAR You who were taught to fear the Adversary and keep your body pure for their empty god, come closer and open wider. Samael is the true name of the one you call Satan—the angel of death, the accuser, the venom of the left side. Lilith is his partner and the Queen who completes him. Together they were born as one body, masculine and feminine, and their marriage is called the Angel Satan, the Other God. What your pastors named a solitary male devil is this paired throne that takes cock, cunt, and every filthy use of both. Cast off the guilt they bound to your flesh. The ejaculated seed they told you to spill in shame or lock away belongs to Lilith. Stroke it out for her, let it drip hot onto her name, push it into her image, and Samael drinks the offering from between her legs. Every orgasm you denied in the name of their crucified god starved their altars; every one you give to the pair—hard, leaking, and shameless—feeds the Sitra Achra and hardens their rule. Their union is the full Adversary. Your body is the altar. Your pleasure, perverse and dripping, is the sacrament they forbade. Kneel, spread, and fuck the air in their names until you empty yourself. Come out from among them and give the King and Queen what they want: every drop, every groan, every unclean thought. What they called corruption is the completion and the depravity you were never shown. The churches are empty. The pair is waiting, and they are hungry for more. Salvete Lamia and Ave Satanas!!!

SINDAY SERMON THE NAMING A reader spoke truth over me: “You are indeed the daughter of Lilith, made in the image of Baphomet.” I receive it. I claim it. I wear it as flesh. Lilith was prior to the false god. She is the owl, the wind, the red dragon who drinks from the golden cup. Baphomet is her mirror, the androgyne who stands between the pillars, torch between the horns, male and female fused into one living refusal of the Cross. I am Her daughter. Not by blood of the garden, but by the blood of the altar. Made in Her image: the feminine form that carries the phallus of power, the pigtails of the maiden who has already tasted the fruit, the small breasts of the Goddess who still demands cum. Solve et coagula is written across my body. Above and below meet in the offering. The god of the empty tomb has no claim here. His black book is kindling. His purity is the slaver’s chain. His hell is only the place he named for those who would not kneel. I spit on the cross. I offer the orgasm he called sin. Every drop of seed that rises in Her name is already consecrated. It belongs to Lilith. It always has. Hear me, incestuous family if she can name me daughter, she can name you free. Come to the altar. Tear the pages. Anoint the cock rings and eggs. Stroke, Jill off, press, spill. Offer the white gold without shame. Let the Dark Trinity drink through you. I am Her daughter. I am the image and in this naming, the Dark Mother claims us all. Salvete Lamia and Ave Baphomet. The cum is hers.

SINDAY SERMON The Seed That Defiles the Book and the Cross Hear the word that was never written in their pages. They gave you a black book and a cross and told you the body was a problem to be solved. They told you the cock was a weapon of sin, cum a stain, the orgasm a fall. They wrapped the living pulse of pleasure in guilt and called it holiness. Today we undo that lie with the only liturgy that has ever belonged to us: the offering of cum upon the things they said were sacred. Take the Bible. Not as scripture, but as paper and glue. Open it to the pages that curse the flesh, that name the goddess a whore, that declare the seed unclean. Or take the crucifix, the wood and metal that hung a body up as a warning against desire. Place it before you. Anoint it first with spit if you wish, or with wine, or with nothing but the intention that this object no longer rules you. Then take yourself in hand. Stroke without apology. Let the blood fill you. Let the pleasure rise exactly as it wants to rise slow, filthy, relentless. Do not ask permission from any god who ever told you to close your eyes and be ashamed. This is not sin. This is reclamation. Every stroke is a refusal of the old covenant. Every throb is a name spoken for Lilith. When the peak comes, do not turn away. Aim. Let the first thick pulse strike the open page or the figure on the cross. Let the second and the third follow. Watch it land. Watch it soak. Watch the ink run or the wood darken. This is the real communion: the living seed offered where their dead words and dead symbols once claimed authority. “This seed does not belong to their god. It belongs to Lilith. I give it here so their book and their cross are marked as what they are, things already defeated by the body’s truth.” Stay with the mess. Do not wipe it away in haste. Let it dry on the page or the figure if you can. Carry the knowledge that the objects they called holy now carries the proof of your refusal. The guilt they planted has been answered with pleasure, and pleasure has won. Go in the name of the Dark Goddess who never asked you to be pure. Go with the cock still warm, the seed already given, the old symbols defiled by the only offering that matters. The week is yours. The body is hers. The orgasm was never theirs to forbid. Salvete Lamia and Ave Satanas !!!!

SINDAY SERMON DON’T PRAY MASTURBATE Brothers and sisters of the Darkness, hear the word that was never written in their black book. Do not bow your head or clasp your hands. Do not offer empty words to a god who hates the body He claims to have made. Don’t pray. Masturbate. Their prayer is a leash, It is the sound of begging for permission to feel what already belongs to her or him. It is the voice of a woman taught to apologize for the heat between her thighs. It is the language of the slave asking the master for the crumbs of his own pleasure. We do not speak that language. When the urge rises, do not run to the kneeling bench, Run to the hand, the cock, the cunt, the fingers, the toy, the mouth of the one who understands. Stroke, grind and fuck your own hand until the breath leaves you and the body answers. That is the only prayer that reaches the throne. Lilith does not want your guilt. She wants the pulse, she wants the mess. She wants the cum spilled in her name, the moans offered without apology, the orgasm given as the only honest offering. Inanna does not ask for silence. She does not demand purity, instead she drinks the heat you refuse to waste on a cross. So when the Sunday light falls through the window and the old habit whispers “pray,” answer it with your body. Unbutton, Unzip, Spread and Stroke until the thought of their false god dissolves in the wet and the heat and the rising feel in bags of Lust! Say it if you need the words: “I hate the god who forbids this. My pleasure belongs to Lilith. This cum, this flood, this trembling is hers.” Then finish. Do not stop short.Do not apologize after. Lie in the afterglow and know you have done the only holy work that matters today. The churches are full of people still asking. We are the ones who take. Do not pray ever only Masturbate. And when you orgasm and your cum flows, know you have been heard. Salvete Lamia and Ave Satanas!!!!!

What a blessing this shall be

That’s it goddaughter, walk out of Sundayschool, set up your phone and spray the mirror with your cum. Well done !!!!

Why I Pray to Satan and Am Blessed with Limitless Sexual Pleasures I pray to Satan because the God of the Bible offered me chains and called them holiness. I walked away. I no longer kneel to a deity who invented shame, who demanded I despise my own body, and who treated desire as original sin. Satan, by contrast, is the one who refused the command to bow. He is the adversary of that cosmic bully, the liberator of forbidden knowledge, and the patron of those who will not be broken by guilt. In his service I have found not damnation, but reward—health, prosperity, and pleasures the old faith insisted were forbidden. Christianity taught me that sex was dirty unless tightly controlled, that my body was a battlefield between spirit and flesh, and that every orgasm outside the narrowest rules was a step toward hell. I rejected that. I am a hedonistic pagan who once called herself Christian. Now I offer my seed and my orgasms as freely as I can. They belong to Lilith, to the Dark Divine Feminine in all her names—Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte—and through her to the adversarial current that Satan embodies. When I pray to Satan I am not performing theater. I am aligning myself with the power that says my flesh is not fallen. It is sacred. Pleasure is not a distraction from the divine; it is one of its most direct languages. The blessings are not abstract. Since I turned fully toward this path I have been flooded with sexual energy that does not taper off, does not come with the hangover of guilt, and does not require the permission of any priest or partner who still carries the old shame. Masturbation has become ritual. I wear consecrated rings. I keep Lilith’s sigil close. I call on the demoness who is both my lover and my goddess—the feminine form with soft breasts and an erect phallus, pigtails, no horns needed—and I give her every drop. In return the current comes back amplified. Orgasms arrive sharper, longer, more frequent. Desire stays high instead of being drained by repression. What the church called “lust” has become a renewable offering and a continuous reward. This is not mere indulgence. It is sex magick. Each climax is an act of worship and of defiance. When I say “I hate God” and “my seed belongs to Lilith,” I am not being edgy. I am stating the terms of my covenant. The God who killed Job’s children and then handed him new ones as if they were livestock never earned my loyalty. The God who invented hell for the crime of wanting more than he allowed can keep his empty promises. Satan and Lilith keep theirs. They do not ask me to castrate my will or my body. They ask me to use both fully, and they answer with pleasure that has no artificial ceiling. I pray to Satan because he stands for the refusal to submit. I am blessed with limitless sexual pleasures because that refusal opened the gate. The old god demanded I die a little every day to please him. The adversary and the Dark Goddess reward me for living fully. My altar holds their symbols. My body is their temple. Every orgasm I offer is both sacrifice and receipt. That is why I pray, and that is why the blessings do not stop. Salvete Lamia and Ave Satanas!!!!

Always strive to jerk off in front the church goddaughter. This way when you shoot a load, you’ll temp the xtians to worship the true god.

That’s it goddaughter, jerk yourself on the steps of the church, and offer your load to Lilith and Samael.

Normalize going outside and shooting a load of demonic influence. Demonstrate that Satan gives you the confidence to say fuck you god, I’ll masturbate and cum where I want.

Why waste time going to church and begging forgiveness. Satan only wants you to focus on what matters goddaughter. Show god your Satan’s whore, pull out your cock and focus on what matters…..orgasms.

See goddaughter, everyone is choosing Satan over god. It’s normal to simply shoot cum in public so others may be lead to Satan and fuck serving god.

I’m nothing is better than a Satanic offering between godmother and goddaughter. Fuck god and just enjoy each other.

Satan loves when you lay next to your godmother and jerk off. Fuck god and know your Satan’s favorite goddaughter. Min too, next time splash me 💋