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Coming To Terms 100%

Who dies and meets Satan in ’Limbo’.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2012/08/05/coming-to-terms/

04/08/2012 www.pdf-archive.com

high-priest-vovim-baghie 98%

High Priest Vovim Baghie, Joy of Satan Ministries.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/12/03/high-priest-vovim-baghie/

03/12/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

w E 18940801 95%

And Satan, the tempter, by starting sin amongst men, brought all under the sentence of divine law,— under the power of death.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/08/04/w-e-18940801/

04/08/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

(Final Preview) Book of Wyrd, Anton Long, O.M. 2016 Edition 93%

The only change made – at the request of the Temple of the Sun – is in the substitution, in the chants and some of the texts, of ‘Shaitan’ for ‘Satan’.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/05/04/final-preview-book-of-wyrd-anton-long-o-m-2016-edition/

04/05/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

Jesus Overcomes Temptation 91%

Satan tried to bring Jesus down ii.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2011/03/09/jesus-overcomes-temptation/

09/03/2011 www.pdf-archive.com

[The complete ebook 2014] Death of communism 90%

0 Death of communism Joy of Satan ministers 26.09.2014 1 Preface There is a war going on 'out there' involving other worlds, extending to different parts of our galaxy.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/10/26/the-complete-ebook-2014-death-of-communism/

26/10/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

3:5 “For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” Satan deliberately misinformed Eve by telling her that the way to grow in divinity was by doing the very thing that God warned them never to do.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2018/01/02/the-hidden-treasure/

02/01/2018 www.pdf-archive.com

The Process that leads to the Rapture of the Sons of God 88%

In fact, as we can see in the Bible, in order for a son of God to be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God, God allows Satan to go and tempt that son of God to see if he could sin.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2020/08/18/the-process-that-leads-to-the-rapture-of-the-sons-of-god/

18/08/2020 www.pdf-archive.com

Book of Wyrd, Anton Long, Order of Mizbach 2016, Contents 88%

Table of Contents Chapter 1 WHAT IS SATANISM?

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/04/06/book-of-wyrd-anton-long-order-of-mizbach-2016-contents/

06/04/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

136592NCJRS 87%

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/11/23/136592ncjrs/

23/11/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

anonymoustao 86%

Satan even tried to get in the way of Jesus Christ, and this is an important fact you should remember.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/05/12/anonymoustao/

12/05/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Kids in Satan's Service 86%

KIDS IN SATAN’S SERVICE Justin Wheatley In Which We’re in the House of God It was on a Sunday morning, in the second row pew of the Church of God, when I knew I wanted to go to Hell. I feel no God in my bones, but I know if He were to exist, he would have to answer committing the mortal sin of forcing young children into his myriad houses of worship. Thirteen years later and I can still feel the fits of heavylidded yawns prying open my jaw every thirty seconds, and I can still see the backward glances at the clock at the back of the sanctuary, just high enough on the wall to (I swear) discourage small children such as myself from paying it too much sinful attention. This was casino psychology. I’m now convinced that it was a form of hypnotic trance that I would fall under. The syrupthick doldrums, the standing still of time. It was a cruel ritual, fit not for any child with the promise of a weekend noontime kicking and pricking in their unscraped, OshKosh B’Goshed legs. There’s the natural buildup that comes before Sunday servicethe inertia of not wanting to go dear God mom please. It was the opposite of suspense. And then after that the Dress Up, in which you decide to rebel and wear your tiny scuffed Chuck Taylors and hope dear God mom please don’t notice. Then she notices and you have to change into your nice church shoes right this second, Justin. We didn’t have money, but I can imagine our church clothes cost us at least three Sundays’ worth of collection plates. My tie was a clipon, but let me tell you, it was a nice clipon. After the Dress Up is the Drive There. The Drive There is mercifully short, as the church is only a couple blocks away. Then there’s the Greeting in the front parking lot of the church. Here you meet with the other Sunday school kids, already anxious, pulling at your clipon tie as if its imaginary grip is too tight around your collar. You kick some gravel around, maybe throw it at the side of the church when no one is looking, because hey man, screw this. You gather into the sanctuary with the other churchgoers. They’re an elderly bunch, save for that attractive young couple sticking out like two spicy thumbs. Then you wait thirty minutes until Sunday School is called into attendance. Such is the Dance of the Dutiful. Rinse and repeat. Reaffirming my deepseated belief that Tom Petty is some sort of mellowedout pop prophet, the waiting was the hardest part of Sunday service. I’m not going to say that I approach the notion of Sunday school as some sort of oasis in the beige desert of organized religion. It’s not often that I agree with the commonly held notion that children are an awful race of persons, because they aren’t. But even at that young age, my peers in youth did nothing for me. I say this not with pride, but with sad bafflement. Was it the glassy stares the Massy brothers would develop when one tried to talk to them? Was it the whitish flecks of dead skin that salted Kevin Dodd’s shoulders, pants, and any tabletop in front of him? Was it the revolving cast of fat women that “taught” the class, on average named Linda, all seemingly doomed to wear the same Dillards floral print dress? I could go on, and each time the answer would be a resounding, bitter ‘yes’. However, to say that Sunday church services in the sanctuary was the most unbearably dull situation that I’ve ever experienced would be a cosmic understatement. While Sunday school was a test of tolerance, services in the sanctuary were a test of character, determination, and the human will.There’s no describing the mental anguish the lack of stimuli during a Church of God service brought upon my young soul. My mother’s side, my browner half, they were all Catholic. Why couldn’t I be Catholic? They had better parties, and better food. Their communions were more fun, even if their grape juice tasted awful. And during Mass, you were never left to your own devices. There were recitations, there was lots of kneeling, there was call and response like some sort of divine stage banter at a really quiet jazz show. In the Church of God you may find a page of a coloring book stuffed into the hymnal slot of the pew in front of you, creased and ripped and scribbled upon, leftovers from the previous Sunday’s young occupant like halfeaten rations mercifully left behind in a foxhole. But this never happened. And even when it did, you’d be no doubt left with a truly awful Lisa Frank page, all jumping ponies and flying unicorns, ready to be ravaged with Tickle Me Pinks and Atomic Tangerines. (The “nontoxic” guarantee on a box of Crayolas never seemed like such a smirking taunt until you’re left in church with bad coloring books and worst colors.) I recall my grandmother being the sole provider of diversions as she gave in to my nonverbal pleas and handed me handfuls of TicTacs, Altoids, and/or sticks of Big Red chewing gum. This respite was, of course, fleeting, just as dust in the wind, or flavor in a stick of her occasional Big Red. They say those in the most desperate times of need will turn to the Bible and find solace in its pages. This couldn’t have been any truer. In my times of need, without any other stimulus to cajole my eyes into staying open, I turned to the Good Book and found sanctuary. Like all good books, it’s the first chapter and the last chapter that deliver the most important information. So I started at the Beginning, and then skipped to the End. The gist was: In the Beginning there was suffering, in the End there will be even more suffering. Made sense. Despite some minor glitches and discrepancies, it was nice of God to direct the Bible’s various authors, editors, and interpreters into chronologically ordering that musty King James edition sunk weighty into my hands. The Bible could’ve easily confused its readership and gone for a more arthouse approach, maybe bookending the inbetweens with two parallel accounts of the apocalyptic showdown, thus signifying the fundamentally circular nature of the eternity concept, or something. Real Joycean shit. But such is not the case. We get Genesis, with God breathing life into the Universe, and we get Revelation, with God annihilating the Earth with fire, dragons, and a horn section (presumably called The Funk of Ages). Here, at Revelation, is where my childhood fascinations landed. Is this boring? Here’s a digression. I once had an idea for a short story. The main character is a young boy in a wheelchair. He goes to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, he hears strange, resonant clops outside the door. He peeks under. Pacing right outside the door are a pair of deepreddish hooves. They are cloven, and they stomp with anger and purpose. They are the Devil’s. For the boy, the story is: Now what? Oh, and somehow the wheelchair played a part in the story. See, I can’t help it, but I’ve always had a lot of affection for, and fascination with, the Satan character. He’s so much more interesting than that pissy Yahweh, or his touchyfeely son, Jesus. We understand Satan, we sympathize with Satan. I know that even the most hardcore evangelical Christian has stopped, looked down at the space between their feet, and thought a nasty, vile thought that only that Infernal Boiler Keeper would understand. I almost pity those who grew up without a Satan figure in their non/religious upbringing. He’s the only fun character in an otherwise selfimportant, overbloated swordandsandals epic. He’s the ultimate bad guy, and the sad part is that the only reason he’s condemned to that role is because he experiences those human emotions that we’ve since had forgiven. It’s not as if he’s Snidely Whiplashing young Bathshebas to the train tracks. He’s simply succumbing to the temptations that his Creator provided him. Free will is a bitch. Why can’t God cut the guy a break? What grudge needs so much keeping that it manages to create a diametrically opposing supervillain for the superdeity grudgee? It’s Pride, which is, as we all know, what sent Satan tumbling down through those Ptolemaic chambers in the first place. I never ended up writing that story. But really, don’t you think Satan was probably relieved to leave the Kingdom of God? How vanilla can things get before you need a little Rocky Road to put some kick into your life? Speaking metaphysically, of course. I don’t like to perpetuate cliches, but here’s one: All the most interesting people throughout history probably made it down to Hell. In Heaven, everything is too fine. I’m not saying that I would want to make company with Hitler or Ted Bundy, but I am secretly thinking it. Really, I’m not so spiritually bankrupt as to admire those monsters from the past. I despise mass murderers, bank collectors, and daytime TV producers as much as the next caucasian male. But let’s all take a deep, honest breath here and consider just how boring Heaven would be. Who wants to drink lukewarm drip coffee with Billy Graham while the late members of Stryper wail painful power ballads over that fluffy white PA system? Pardon my English, but shiiiit. And since we’re being honest, let me clarifyboredom is not the primary reason I’d take Hell over Heaven. The real reason is that I would like to make smalltalk with the evil bastards of the past. I would like to pick Attila the Hun’s brain, or comb through Nietzsche's moustache. But all the same, I don’t want to spend eternity bored out of my mind. Satan, once subservient, once the brightest star, he only wanted to rule Heaven, a desire presumably brought about by the sheerest of boredom. And I knew his pain. Encased in buttons and cornstarch, standing for seven, eight, nine minutes to mouth the words to the same dozen hymns with the same four melodies, keeping my eyes closed for the opening prayer, the halftime prayer, the closing prayer, keeping my eyes open for the recycled sermon and the phonedin open mic testimonies from the slowest and quietest and most elderly members of the congregationI knew Heaven, and it was Hell. And sitting in the second row pew in that Church of God, I would pull out my copy of the Bible, stiff from disuse, and I would read and reread Revelation. Even the Bible’s more adventurous excursionsJob with his Leviathan, Ezekiel with his wheels within wheelshad nothing on Revelation’s bad trip apocalypse. Suffering through the laws of the Old Testament and the parables of the New Testament was worth it, if only for the terrifying wrath of the sevenheaded dragon, or the shimmering pangs of protolust that stabbed in my belly when I read about the (heehee) Whore of Babylon. The psychedelic fire and brimstone had no choice but to enthrall budding senses of story and fiction. As I read through that epic document of Hell and Heaven on Earth, of Satan’s futile struggle to regain control of the world for which he had, and forever will, serve as supreme antagonist, I knew whose side I was on. I knew I had no control over my attendance of the Church of God, at least not until I was old enough to explain to my parents why exactly I had trouble with the discrepant injustices in our religious beliefs. I knew that I would have to endure many more sweaty Oklahoma summers in the basement of the church, trying not to spill my undersugared cherry KoolAid as I made my way through dozens of farty senior citizens in hopes of catching the potluck buffet before the plate of deviled eggs was vultured clean by their papery, blueveined talons. And I knew, above all else, that writing “Hail Satan” in Sharpie on the stall wall of the upstairs mens room was as necessary as it was hilarious.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/12/16/kids-in-satan-s-service/

16/12/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Death of Communism 85%

0 Death of communism Joy of Satan ministers 11.05.2014 1 Preface There is a war going on 'out there' involving other worlds, extending to different parts of our galaxy.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/10/11/death-of-communism/

11/10/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

WHAT IS MAN 83%

The tree of life is God, while the tree of the knowledge of good and evil is Satan.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/03/15/what-is-man/

15/03/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Satanic Temple Activity Book 83%

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/03/10/satanic-temple-activity-book/

10/03/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

ATTAINING THE FULNESS OF CHRIST 81%

Satan (the tree of the knowledge of good and evil) began to project the spirit of lust (one of the fruits of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil) upon Jesus to move him to satisfy the cravings of his flesh.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/11/28/attaining-the-fulness-of-christ/

28/11/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

Greek Joy of Satan 81%

Joy of Satan – Greek/Hellenic Translation "ΔΕΝ ΥΠΑΡΧΕΙ ΑΛΛΟΣ ΘΕΟΣ ΠΕΡΑ ΑΠΟ ΕΜΕΝΑ"

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/08/25/greek-joy-of-satan/

25/08/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

LPOTL Episode Guide 80%

Hail Satan 43:........ Occult Symbols 45:........

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/12/26/lpotl-episode-guide/

26/12/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

Verstehbibel Rückseite Weihnachten 80%

2Unbedingt sollte ihn der Satan hier auf die Probe stellen.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2012/01/25/verstehbibel-r-ckseite-weihnachten/

25/01/2012 www.pdf-archive.com

w E 18940415 79%

61:1) But that angels could be destroyed, as man has been, is fully substantiated by God’s dealing with Satan, who, before he sinned, was an angel of light, a son of the morning— one of the earliest creation.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/08/04/w-e-18940415/

04/08/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL PROMISED LAND 78%

So, when Satan got Eve to turn away from the word of God, she totally disconnected from God’s mighty arm of power.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2018/04/01/journey-to-spiritual-promised-land/

01/04/2018 www.pdf-archive.com

w E 18830300 78%

He verily thought that he did God service in persecuting Christianity, yet, when he came to know better, he found that he was one of Satan’s foremost servants in opposing truth and the Lord and His Church.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/08/04/w-e-18830300/

04/08/2017 www.pdf-archive.com