Winter Solstice XLIII

On this longest night of the year, as storms swirl and demon winds whirl, the Krampi have come forth from secret Abyssal caverns, flames in their eyes, roaming free across the frosted land, bestial harbingers of the Winter season, the warmth of their breath is as hell fire upon yuletide candles and fireplaces, igniting multi-sensory celebrations in the flickering darkness.

The sublime scents of evocative confections linger sweetly in the air, indulging in rich nectars and carnal delights! As the invigorating chills course through valleys and plains, may the flames of Hades warm you and yours on this infernally-blessed Solstice!

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary
Winter Solstice, XLIII Anno Satanas

Storms brew likened a Witch's cauldron, stirring the phantom-filled skies, invoking demons to arise from the shadows within.

Shuffling zombies arise from static living death to grope for darkness once per etesian squall, savoring but a crumb of the feast we enjoy nightly in elegant splendor.

But who dares tread unto that dread lair the year through?

Despite reclining fantasies to nestle in deceptively safe harbors, we remain...

Lurkers in the fathomless depths of the vast Abyss, on dreadful thrones in amused sardonic cachinnation.

The glowing rictus of Jack O' Lantern's flame shall light the way to Hell...

Come one, come all to feed the Dark Gods!

In Nomine Satanas,

Draconis Blackthorne
Church of Satan Warlock
The Haunted Noctuary, Infernal Empire
Halloween XLIII Anno Satanas

Autumnal Equinox XLIII A.S.

Burning shades of yellow and brown surrounds The Black Earth as fog lingers, floating upon the cool breeze on this season's change.

The darkening skies bring transmutations sublime, calling forth specters from the dark side of the mind.

The Gates agape again, projecting wonders upon the world, welcoming the harvest moon upon the land, awakening sweet images of ghouls and goblins, witches and demons, ghosts and skeletons to arise, to haunt and dance from evocative fane.

Swirling leaves cascade from skeletal trees, cast up in whirlwinds of incensed delights, amidst flickering candle's flame...

We observe the autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere, with spring in the south, to witness all the wonders of the seasons in flux.

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Autumn Equinox, XLIII Anno Satanas
The Haunted Noctuary

On this Solstice, we observe the welcomed lengthening of nights in the Northern Hemisphere of The Black Earth, as the darkness slowly creeps with Halloween just 'round the corner.

As the herd cluster en-masse to fry their brains and bodies on beaches and grazing areas, emmanating the B.U.G.S. {Blare, Ugliness, Glare, Stare} of their lower natures, the elite seek the shadows to preserve and enhance one's being.

So remain in Nocturnal bliss in dimly flickering Chambers, arising with the moon, indulging in decadent pleasures, as the cool gloom of one's chosen night world surely spreads forth across the land and skies, casting our increasing shadow upon every sunset in the West.

Hail The Night! Hail Satan!

SO IT IS DONE.

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary
21 June, XLIII Anno Satanas

Walpurgisnacht XLIII

On this traditional Witch’s Sabbath, do we recognize the foundation of The Church of Satan on that historic night within black candle-lit halls, reverberating darkened reflections from timeless celebrations afore, and from the Trapezohedron Gates of Hell were unleashed the Daemons of realization and creation.

Since that inception has The Infernal Empire continually thrived and grown, igniting the black flame upon the crowns of carnal devils across The Earth, who in turn wield our passions, further strengthening this tenebrous Cabal. Indeed, from the darkness of The Abyss within do come many wondrous things… and so it shall ever be.

Shemhamforash! Hail The Church of Satan!

SO IT IS DONE.

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Walpurgisnacht, XLIII A.S.
Noctuary, The Infernal Empire

In honor of Dr. Anton Szandor LaVey's Birthday. Mentor, Iconoclast, and Founder of The Church of Satan, we acknowledge the Legacy of The Immortal Legend on this day of remembrance, resounding in the hearts and minds of The Mighty Elite!

Hail Szandor! Hail Satan!

The seasons are in flux as new life comes forth, to be devoured by snarling beasts or propagated in darkened lairs, as libertine satyrs, turgid incubi, and lush nymphs, voluptuous succubi, dance the dance of life in gardens of indulgence and opulent pantheons of fleshly delights!

Intoxicating aromas pervade the senses, as storms whirl in transformation and rejuvenation, impregnating the black earth with streams of vital nectar, laden into caverns of blossoming effervescence. The bounty of the land overflows with succulent ambrosia, as carnal gods and goddesses partake in deepest epicurean pleasure.

The Scarlet Woman rides the Beast, prepare the lascivious feast! Strength through Joy!

Regie Satanas! Ave Satanas! Hail Lilith! Hail Satan!

SO IT IS DONE.

In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Noctuary, Infernal Empire
Vernal Equinox, XLIII Anno Satanas

New Year XLIII A.S.

Greetings Satanists!

A toast! I lift a glass of Leviathan's finest philtres to us all! To another indulgent year of Creativity and Strength!

Sign the Pact for resolutions for the coming year to manifest The Will... all that has been proposed this past year has been fulfilled, as we move forward in continued success!

The treasures of The Black Earth belong to us! Partake in the bounty of The Devil's Cornucopia, in all of their myriad carnal delights!

Here's to Year XLIII!

Shemhamforash! Hail SATAN!

SO IT IS DONE.

In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
January 1, XLIII A.S.
Noctuary, The Infernal Empire