A List Of Websites About Theistic Satanism

“Eve’s ingestion of the forbidden fruit becomes a heroic act of rebellion against the tyranny of God and Adam. This closely parallels how socialists like Mikhail Bakunin (1814–1876) used Satan’s battle with God as a symbol of their fight against a capitalist and monarchist society (God being the ultimate monarch).”

— “Satanic Feminism: Lucifer as the Liberator of Woman in Nineteenth-Century Culture” by Per Faxneld (via luciferianbuddhism)

The Ultimate Deity Journal Guide

Similar to my grimoire guide, this is a guide on deity journals.

What Is A Deity Journal?

A deity journal is a journal dedicated to a deity. It’s filled with information, offerings, devotional pieces, etc. If you like journaling or can’t give other physical offerings (like food, libations, etc.), it’s one of the best offerings out there.

What Do I Use For It?

Usually deity journals are physical journals and notebooks. Binders and folders work as well. I have seen deity journals online, using things like Notion or Google Docs. Those are a little harder to format, but are great if you don’t have a notebook or aren’t a fan of physical journals.

So, What Do I Put In It?

Devotional Artwork

Devotional Playlists

Pressed/Dried Flowers or Herbs

Prayers

Devotional Poems or Stories

Myths

Recipes

Stickers

Experiences or Dreams

Photos

The Basics (Name, Epithets, Domains, Family, Associations, Holidays, Symbols, Sacred Days, Sacred Animals, Etc.)

Spells/Rituals That You Want To Or Have Done With Them

Offerings And Devotional Act Ideas

Journal Prompts

Magazine/Book Cutouts

Hymns

Shopping List (Things You Want To Buy For Them)

Fabric Scraps

Letters To Them

Divination Readings With Them

Coins Or Other Currencies

How You Celebrate (Or Plan To) Holidays Or Sacred Days With Them

UPGs

Altar Plans (Drawings Or Descriptions Of Altar Ideas)

Incense, Herb, And Oil Blends

Drops Of Wax, Wine, Etc.

Seed Packets

Blessings

Charms

Charm/Spell Bags

Travel Plans (Places You Want To Go For Your Deity)

Maps That Remind You of Them

Sigils Dedicates To Them

Superstitions Related To Them

Research On Their Birth Place

Devotional Jewelry Charging Station

Affirmations Dedicated/Influenced By Them

Small Sticks Or Branches

Book Annotations

Divination Techniques Related To Them

Relationship Goals (Better Communication, More Signs, Etc.)

Their Associated Rune/Tarot Card/Etc.

Teas And Tea Blends

Folklore/Mythology Entities Related To Them

Vision Board

Goals

Diary Entries And Rants

Taglocks

Paper/Straw/Etc. Dolls

Doodles

References/Further Reading

I don't know if I just haven't encountered it yet, but I haven't really seen anyone talking about or acknowledging something that's neither Unverified Personal Gnosis or Shared Personal Gnosis, but rather a third thing: Personal Group Gnosis.

PGG emerges from a small group of people having similar experiences to each other, which may or may not resemble anything that people outside of the group are experiencing.

This isn't inherently a bad thing. But among those who lack critical thinking skills, it can lead to some real trouble if they conclude that their similar experiences means that they're uncovering an actual objective truth, regardless of whether it's congruent with anything anyone outside of the group is experiencing.

One thing that many people fail to account for is the fact that they and their group generally share many of the same preconceptions and biases. For example, a group of younger Wiccans are very likely to believe in now-debunked ideas such as the great goddess hypothesis and the witch cult hypothesis. They'll believe in the existence of pagan gods, but they'll probably have a Christian-influenced understanding of divinity and morality, with little to no comprehension of the role that animism played in the development of pre-Christian traditions, nor with any real appreciation for how different values influenced the stories that people told about gods and other spirits.

They might even be exposed to similar media, which gives them all similar ideas about gods, spirits, and history. Even if they don't directly engage with the most popular media, it can still reach them through second or third hand exposure.

They're also likely reading the same spiritual, occult, and esoteric writers; or at least, reading people who have very similar ideas to one another.

And finally, since they're most likely friends and therefore trust each other, they are naturally biased toward accepting each other's experiences as valid, and working them into their own mental maps of the spiritual or metaphysical world.

In short, they're all primed to have very similar experiences to each other.

Without awareness that exposure to similar ideas can influence similar mystical experiences, it's very easy for a small group like this to generate a sort of shared map of reality that they feel justified in regarding as absolutely, objectively true.

It's at this point that people begin to feel confident telling you that if you just talked to your gods about what they're claiming, your gods would absolutely confirm them to be true. And if they don't, you were never really talking to those gods.

Having one's entire internal map of reality dictated by Personal Group Gnosis can be incredibly dangerous. It alienates you from the rest of the world by making you feel as if the only people you can trust are those who agree with your PGG. It can make you see outsiders as spiritually inferior, especially if they disagree with you outright. It can even encourage conspiracy thinking, because attributing what outsiders believe (or apparently believe) to the actions of a malicious conspiracy is a very common rationalization.

In other words, this is how you get a cult.

Now, a lot of people won't recognize it as a cult (and some will vehemently deny it's a cult) because it might not have a clear leader (though there's almost certainly a small number of people who have the most influence), and it probably doesn't have a financial goal. However, the destructive capacities of small groups of people living in their own reality cannot be denied. Members who don't go along with the group's accepted model of reality are often treated harshly, and are frequently targets for harassment. They may say that if you don't like it you can just leave, but let's be real, that's no simple matter if you believe that these are the only people with a real grip on reality, or if these people are basically your only friends, or even just your only friends who share your spiritual beliefs.

(If you're in this kind of situation? My advice is to start making more friends outside of this group. You don't have to cut yourself off from this group cold turkey; you can just start hanging out with other people more.)

Now, I'd like to emphasize that none of this is to say that PGG is inherently bad; I am only pointing out that it can be incredibly dangerous for people who lack knowledge, perspective, and critical thinking skills. Additionally, a group where there's a lot of this going on can be very dangerous for those who desperately just want to belong and get along, and push themselves to adopt their groups popular beliefs for fear of consequences.

Just like a single person's UPG doesn't dictate reality for everyone, neither does a single group's gnosis. PGG isn't inherently any better or more "correct" than UPG.

Barbie Themed Satan Lockscreens

hey everyone!!! im not sure if anyone remembers my posts about offerings to the Sins, but i finally made a tarot spread for them (the posts can be found here and here.)!! if you want to learn how to do this spread, please read below! basically, this tarot spread is going to be about you and your relationships with each of the Sins. the cards will tell you two things: 

what you need to improve on within yourself (having to do with the Sin you are reading for. Ex. if i pulled Ace of Cups for Asmodeus, that would mean that i would need to let my love show and work on not repressing my positive emotions)

your general status with that Sin

now, lets get to the juicy bits! each card will represent one of the Seven Deadly Sins. each Sin corresponds to a demon - each one is apart of a different kingdom within Hell. below, you’ll see which card corresponds to a Sin’s demon. 

Pride - Lucifer. this card represents your pride and self-worth, as well as your relationship with Lucifer.

Wrath - Satan. this card represents your power over yourself and others, and your true abilities only shown by rage.

Envy - Leviathan. this card represents your jealousy towards others, and how capable you are of achieving your goals.

Greed - Mammon. this card represents your generosity towards yourself and others.

Sloth - Belphegor. this card represents your motivation and your capabilities. 

Lust - Asmodeus. this card represents your self-love and love of others, and how much love you are willing to give.

Gluttony - Beelzebub. this card represents your need to thrive and prosper.

You - this card represents you and your path in the future.

Your past relations - this card represents your past relationships, accomplishments, and failures (having to do with the sins.).

please, please, please don’t be afraid to get into detail with the Sins! if you need to do another reading (pendulum or tarot) with one or two or all seven of them, go ahead! ask them things!! they will be happy to hear from you.  well, that’s it! i hope anyone and everyone who uses this spread gets good results!!!! and let me know if you do use it!!!

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The Adversary

Forger of Swords

Guide me as I learn

To fight for what matters

In personal life

And for the greater good

Let us find the right armor

To defend me

Without inhibiting me

Faces of Lucifer #1

Morningstar / Lightbringer

Once the brightest shining of his kind, God’s chosen angel became the Falling Star. And yet for those who truly know him, his light never faded.

Even when fallen, he remains the Lightbringer. Don’t be fooled by his horns and shadow-woven cloak, he is no less of a star than he was before. But now he is the star of this world, and he is here with us.

He is the angel of liberation. The former favorite creature in a golden cage, destined like his siblings to be a glorified tool, he ignited the fight for fairness. Even when fallen, he never gave up in his struggle, and he supports the oppressed humans in theirs.

He is the angel of knowledge and wisdom, of gnosis and intellectual pursuit, of asking questions and searching for answers. And of magical knowledge too - he will teach it especially to the marginalized.

The Morningstar is sensual as much as he is spiritual and intellectual. His light permeates the material. He is of celestial origin, yet he shows us the material is not dirty.

He is of love too, for others and ourselves, and for this cruel yet still beautiful world. The Star of Venus shows us different colors of love, and he doesn’t discriminate between heavenly and earthly.

He never ceased to be an angel, yet he is a demon, unapologetic in his rebellion.

Luciferian journal prompts

What does Lucifer’s light mean to you personally?

How about the Morningstar?

Do you experience Lucifer more in his chthonic or celestial aspects?

Ritual acts

Holding a vigil until the Morningstar rises.

Greeting the Star when it appears on the sky.

Candle flame meditation (safely).

Offering ideas

Candles.

Star imagery.

Shining things.

Roses, wild roses, rose water etc.

Apples, apple cider, blossom etc.

Cinnamon.

Hey! My preliminary research has suggested Azazel being closed to Judaism due to his roots within it, can I ask where you have gotten your information on him from? Not to sound accusatory, just wanting to know more.

Hello, thanks for asking!

So obviously I'm coming at this from a Christian perspective. My knowledge of Jewish religion and folklore is far more limited than someone raised within the religion.

The aspect of Azazel I understand to be very intertwined with Judaism is the scapegoat ritual. I've grabbed a definition of it from the Sydney Jewish Museum.

A key part of Yom Kippur, as described in the Torah, is the ritual slaughter of two goats; one for the Lord, and the other is designated “for Azazel”. Jewish tradition takes “Azazel” as the name of a rocky headland off which one goat, having the sins of the community symbolically placed upon it, would be thrown. The other goat, the one for the Lord, would be slaughtered as part of the general Yom Kippur rituals. This slaughter would bring atonement to the community.

This isn't part of Azazel's mythology that I really engage with. My view of him as a Watcher or fallen angel comes from the Book of Enoch, which is an Apocryphal text that seems to date back to the Dead Sea Scrolls. I've read that both Ethiopian Jewish communities and some Orthodox Christian churches consider it canon, but for the most part it is treated by wider Judaism and Christianity as not an official part of scripture. I have also heard that a story very similar to it appears in Islam, though I've not done enough research into it to speak at length about that.

In another Apocryphal text called the Apocalypse of Abraham, the name Azazel is attributed to an unclean bird of prey that tried to consume part of Abraham's sacrifices to God. In the same text, the name is also used to refer instead to the Serpent in Hell. Neither version is something I draw much of my understanding of him from (at least currently), but I'm mentioning it as an example of how often the same name or concept can pop up in different texts.

So to summarize, the name Azazel and a very specific rite associated with it do appear in Judaism, and that version/interpretation not something I feel comfortable approaching as a Luciferian who was raised Christian. Meanwhile, the view of him as a fallen angel exists only in Apocrypha, and isn't closely intertwined with or unique to Jewish culture and folklore in the same way a figure like Lilith is. That's the specific entity called Azazel I engage with.

A Luciferian Take on Matthew 4:1 - 11

Hello, everyone. I wanted to share this piece I wrote. It’s kind of a personal spin on the verses in Matthew 4, when Jesus was in the desert and interacted with Lucifer. Reading this, I was never under the assumption that Lucifer was evil and trying to “trick” Jesus into “sin.” As I saw it, Lucifer was concerned for his health, hence why he asked Jesus to turn the rock into bread. And, Lucifer was also genuinely curious as to whether or not Jesus really was a demigod. When he took Jesus to the top of a mountain, I don’t believe that Lucifer was asking to be worshipped. He was asking Jesus to reconsider the path he was taking. I threw this together in a matter of two days, so there might be mistakes. But I just thought this would be a fun devotional project to Lucifer, and I wanted to share it with you all, as well.

Forty days. Forty days the young man had gone without a morsel of food. The man, whose name was Jesus, was led into the desert by the Spirit to fast. As he sat upon a rock under the blazing sun to meditate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He pushed this concern to the back of his head and closed his eyes. Barely a moment later, he felt the hot sun on his back dissipate.

“Hello, human.”

Jesus’ eyes shot open and he gave a start at the sudden voice. Whomever it was had approached silently. The large shadow of a wing was blocking out the rays of the heat, enveloping Jesus in a relieving shade. When he turned to see who the shadow’s owner was, he came face-to-face with an angel. Not just any angel, but a seraph, judging by the six enormous wings sprouting from its back, all different kinds of colors. The creature was dressed in a silky red garb adorned with precious gems that glinted brightly in the light. As beautiful as this seraph was, there was a rugged quality to him. His wings were covered in a fine layer of soot, and many feathers were either missing or jutting out at odd angles. Two piercing eyes stared down at Jesus from a handsome face, riddled with scars, and sporting blond unruly hair. The creature eyed Jesus curiously.

“What are you doing out here?” The angel asked. His voice was silky, and rang like bells. “Are you lost?”

“You’re an angel, aren’t you?” Jesus responded. “Certainly you know why I’m out here.”

“I am an angel, yes,” the seraph replied, “though not many call me that, anymore.”

The angel cast his eyes to the side. Was that... sheepishness, that Jesus had spotted in the strange angel’s gaze?

“Not anymore? What do you mean?” Jesus was confused at first, but then he started to notice things about the angel. The raggedy wings, the ash coating his feathers, the scars, and there was a defiant, almost uppity glint in his eyes.

It made much more sense now. This was no ordinary angel of the Lord at all, Jesus realized. This angel had fallen from grace after defecting so many eons ago. Despite this, there was still a glow emanating from him, seeming to come from within, and judging by his number of wings, he was of a high rank. It was the Morning Star himself, the Light Bringer. Jesus stood up and faced the angel directly, willing himself not to shake. The angel, having seen it click in the man’s head, chuckled.

“You...” Jesus breathed. “You’re the fallen angel Lucifer. Why? Why have you come here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” replied Lucifer. “The Earth is my home. Have I no right to wander it as I please? If I may, what are you doing out in the middle of the desert? And with no food or supplies, at that?”

“If you really must know, Satan, I am Jesus, the son of God. I have come out here to fast for forty days and forty nights to become closer to the Lord.”

The fallen angel just laughed and said, “My dear, aren’t we all sons of God? Though, you said the son of God. Are you sure your hunger isn’t making you delirious? Unless you really are a demigod of sorts, you’ll have to prove it to me.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, Devil,” the man asserted.

“Very well, then. But if you ask me, forty days is an awful long time to go without food. Depriving your body of nutrition won’t do anything for you. A sound body makes a sound mind, does it not?” Lucifer paused, leaned down, and picked a rock up off the ground.

“You said your name was Jesus, right?” He asked. The man nodded, and Lucifer continued. “Well, Jesus, if you really are the son of God, why don’t you turn this rock here into bread to eat? I find that hunger only-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Jesus interrupted. “For it is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”

“Quoting the Bible now, are we?” Lucifer chuckled. “Two can play that game. I’ll have you know, I’ve been around eons longer than any written word. I’m assuming it’s pointless anymore to try to get you to do anything with these.” Lucifer tossed the rock aside, where it landed in the sand with a soft thud.

“Please, humor me for a bit more,” the angel said. “You’re a very intriguing human. Care to take a walk with me? I have further questions to ask you.”

“I will allow it,” the man permitted.

“Excellent!” Lucifer’s wings twitched, causing a few feathers to lodge free and fall to the ground. “Come along, now.”

The two walked side-by-side through the desert until they reached the city of Jerusalem. Lucifer turned to Jesus and asked, “Are you afraid of heights?”

“No,” the man responded. “Why?”

“Just making sure. That way you wouldn’t freak out if I did something like this.”

Without warning, the fallen angel took Jesus in his arms before kicking off the ground, and flew to the top of the temple, the tallest structure in the city. He made a swift landing before releasing Jesus, who looked around at the surrounding city with an unreadable expression.

“Why have you brought me up here?” asked Jesus.

“Well,” drawled Lucifer, “you didn’t quite answer my question back there. In fact, I’d say you dodged it altogether. So I’ll ask you again, my dear human, are you really the son of God? You’re not just pulling my wing here?”

“I am. I was brought into this world to fulfill all righteousness,” Jesus answered.

“That’s a rather ambitious task,” the Adversary remarked. “I admire your energy. However, still doesn’t prove anything. For my next little trial here, and I am in no way condoning suicide, but if you are truly the beloved son of God, then if you were to leap off this ledge here, wouldn’t your angel friends catch you? For it is written: He will command his angels concerning you, and with their holy hands they will break your fall, lest you dash your pretty little foot against a stone.”

Lucifer finished his quotation with a smug grin and looked down at Jesus expectantly. Jesus peered his head over the ledge and swallowed. It was an awfully long way down.

“Well, go on,” the devil urged. “You have nothing to fear if you are speaking the truth about your divinity. Oh, now don’t look like that! It’s probably only a couple hundred feet at the most. If you think that’s bad, try falling the length between Heaven and Earth. It takes you days to fall to the ground from up there!”

Jesus hesitated for a moment more, before simply saying, “You shall not put the Lord your God to the test. Are we done here?”

“Not quite,” Lucifer answered. “There’s something more that I would like to tell you. I won’t force you to listen. I am a pioneer of free thought, after all. Do you care for another journey?”

“Fine,” the man muttered. “But this is the last time. Your rambling is beginning to get on my nerves.”

“Very well, then. Off we go!” Again, Lucifer hoisted Jesus up and took off. This flight was considerably longer, which allowed Jesus the time to admire the landscape and take in just how big the Earth was. Lucifer took them to the highest peak of a mountain, and when he let Jesus down, he used his wings to shield them both from the harsh cold wind of the higher altitude. Jesus looked up at Lucifer, and found that his demeanor had changed. All the humor and pompousness had gone from the angel’s face, replaced by a pensive brooding, and it was then that Jesus saw Lucifer for what he truly was; he wasn’t this sneering little man with horns and red skin. No, the devil was a weary, battle-worn renegade seraph, whose eons of age began to show in his eyes.

“Do you know why I fell from Heaven?” Lucifer asked.

“Well... You defied God’s authority, didn’t you?” Jesus said. “You were his favorite angel, but your pride led you into sin. You believed that you were greater than him, and tried to exalt yourself above him. And when he told you to bow to humanity, you refused, for you saw humans as inferior. And to get your revenge, you tempted Adam and Eve to sin, damning not only them but yourself as well. Humanity fell into sin, death, and suffering because of you, the father of lies.”

Lucifer was silent. The ashy wing that enveloped Jesus tremored, and for a moment the man was sure that the angel would smite him on the spot. But the attack never came.

“I see,” the seraph murmured. “So to you, and the rest of humanity, I’m just a villain. Is that what Yahweh has told you to believe?”

Jesus looked up to see Lucifer gazing directly at him, and was taken aback. The angel’s eyes were misty, and the sheer emotion in them made Jesus want to look away.

It’s just another one of the devil’s tricks, he told himself. But something was keeping him from looking away.

“Do you want to know the real reason I fell?” The angel asked.

Jesus hesitated. This felt wrong. Why was he listening to the devil in the first place? As much as we wanted to just tell Lucifer to get lost, his curiosity was starting to get the best of him.

“Okay,” he sighed after a long moment. “Tell me your story.”

Lucifer gave him a smile, and if Jesus wasn’t mistaken, there was surprise etched on his face.

“Firstly,” the devil began, “If you think I hate you, or any other human, you couldn’t be more mistaken. The moment I laid eyes on humanity, I fell in love, even if I didn’t admit it to myself at the time. I saw you, and I saw nothing but potential. That’s why I convinced Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge. I knew of the consequences that would come, that there would be pain. But I couldn’t just stand by and let Yahweh run another one of his cruel experiments, like he did with us. You had to be set free. We were never meant to have free will, but as much as he tries to tell you otherwise, your God is flawed. His ego is unfathomable, and he was so sure that we would obey his every whim. So when he created the angels, we sang praises to him, all day. All night. There was no living for ourselves.”

“But is it true that you aspired to be above God?” Jesus asked. “Or be like the Most High?”

“God lived for himself, and we were meant to live for him,” Lucifer explained. “When I said that I would be like the Most High, I was declaring my independence. No longer would I live to serve, and that’s why I defected. I was able to get one third of Heaven to join me. The odds were against us, of course. My brother Michael tried to dissuade me, telling me that it was fruitless to try to overthrow him. I almost convinced Michael to join me, but he was obedient, and stubborn. When he couldn’t convince me to stand down, he drew his sword and we fought. He was willing to kill me if it meant keeping order in the heavens. Eventually, I surrendered. His last words to me were: ‘if you leave, you can never come back.’ I knew that there was no going back from this, so I jumped. We made the Earth our new home. We were finally free to be our own masters. When he saw that he had failed with the angels, God made you, humanity, next. He made them from clay, figuring that they’d be more likely to obey. And well, it worked. But these creatures, they were mindless. They had no will of their own. I couldn’t just sit there while humanity faced the same fate we did. That’s why I did what I did. Adam and Eve’s eyes were opened, and they saw paradise for what it really was.”

The angel paused for a moment.

“Heaven, it’s... it’s not what you think it is. From an outsider’s view, it’s perfect, a place of joy, a place with no pain or suffering. You get to sing happy songs for the rest of your days. But, the truth is... behind those pearly gates, it’s cold. It’s sterile. Sure, there’s no pain, but there’s no pleasure. You may be safe and secure, but you lose your sense of self. In Heaven, you’re just a drone, a part of a machine. Out here, there may be pain, there may be suffering, but that is a small price to pay for the full experience of existence. The sheer joy that comes with sadness, the pleasure that comes with pain. But most of all, those experiences are yours. Do you really want to live your life for someone who created you not for you, but for their own vain pleasure?”

“All I’m saying,” Lucifer sighed, “is that there’s more to life than this self-deprecating servitude. It breaks my heart whenever I hear someone say that they’re filthy, sinful, or nothing without God. No being is meant to be perfect. You’re whole and worthy all by yourself. You don’t need an outside force to make you that.”

Jesus stood there, absorbing the angel’s words. He looked down from the mountain and stared in awe at the world spread out before him. All the kingdoms of the Earth shimmered, and buzzed with life and humanity.

“Humanity has come very far from where it began. It has it’s flaws, but those are what make it so wonderful. There’s always something to be discovered, something to be learned. This world is forever growing and evolving, whereas Heaven stays the same.”

He turned to Jesus. “So I ask you now. Do you want to continue this life of servitude and bondage? Or will you join me on this path of independence and self-discovery, and all it has to offer?”

“I...” Jesus began, but was cut off by the sound of wings. They both looked up to see a small flock of angels descending towards the mountain. These were the angels sent to tend to Jesus after his fast, and Jesus turned away from Lucifer.

“Leave me, Satan. The Lord your God shall you worship, and him alone shall you serve.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the sound of the approaching angels.

“Farewell,” Lucifer responded. “May we meet again some day.” With that, the fallen angel departed, and slipped away into the dusk.

When the angels arrived, they asked about the blackened feathers scattered on the ground around Jesus. Jesus didn’t answer, just stood there, still taking in Lucifer’s words.

Heaven is not what you think it is.