Satan is a Thought-Form Energy

I am a good person who leads not only myself but others as well to be good people and to do good things. Contrary to what many will say/believe regarding those who won't accept the Christian King as their savior, but I am not descending to this Hell of perpetual liquid flame and brimstone that they claim is real and I will not suffer when I pass on.

This is a reply that I gave to another person who told me to find "the truth." This person stated that Satan is easy at tricking the mind, and that's all Satan wants to do to us humans so that we won't ever realize "the truth" or come to it. This person posted a video regarding a song named In the Words of Satan by The Arrows, and this person claimed that the truth is in the song. They also stated that this "truth" is The Bible and is in The Bible. I stated that Satan is a thought-form spirit/energy, which is a spiritual energy which is wrought into existence just by the mere thought or belief that it is real. Thought-form energy is typically triggered accidentally by one's paranoia or fear. I gave the classic example of the boy/girl fearing the non-existent yet somehow very real bogeyman.

This response somehow connects with a piece that I wrote called "A Spiritual Riddle."

Proof is something that you need to see, to hold, to feel, to touch, to smell. You put so much significance on your bible, that it deters you from actually seeing how retarded your thinking is. I have proof of Mother Earth and many other spirits and gods just by looking all around me and feeling them from within. I have proof not only from looking at the trees, the ocean, the sky, the universe, my veins, your veins, but I also have proof by how much good I have given myself by transforming my life in the name of Mother Earth.

I have changed from evil to good without the Christian King and in the name of Mother Earth. I have that proof. I can prove that I went from straight F's to straight A's; I can prove that I lost 50 pounds; I can prove that I went from 0 friends to 500 friends; I can prove that I preach goodness and peace; I can prove that I changed from hateful to loving; I can prove that I do good in this world for my world--all without the name of the Christian King.

Your proof is The Bible. My proof is my own power, my own determination to do good and become good, and the Earth in all its glory. My proof is not a 2,000-year-old tome that has been revised and altered based on sacrilegious exaggeration and persecution (This is the truth, look it up). My proof is what is now and has always been: Earth, and also my proof is myself and what I have done for myself and the people of this Earth.

I won't go to this imaginary Hell because you tell me I am. I'd only go there if I took part in the belief. I don't, so Satan, Jesus, Heaven, and Hell are not apart of my afterlife. I won't burn for all eternity for not accepting Jesus Christ as my savior and messiah. I will go to my afterworld in all its own glory and I will live in peace and harmony. I am a good person and I actively do good in this world. Hell should not be an option for me just because I don't accept my goodness and my care as coming from Jesus.

Why can't my goodness come from myself and my own power? To me, it seems that the Christian King is overzealous and jealously greedy. Here's an analogical thing for you: To me, it seems if you don't give charity for HIV/AIDS, you'll get punished, even though you gave charity for Leukemia. Jesus/Christianity would be the HIV/AIDS charity and Leukemia would be my own set of gods and faith. My point: As long as I'm giving charity, why does it matter?

I have practiced witchcraft and magic for 7 years now and I have been a witness and a conductor of miracles since then. I have seen, done, and experienced remarkable things based on the belief and power of my faith and similar faiths that are Non-Christian. I have healed/cured a strong viral sickness in a friend with my witchcraft. I have blessed and offered positive energy for a friend who was going through tough times with her parental guardian--which ended up working and calming down the stressful atmosphere for a time.

I have danced at night and at midday in the name of the Rain God and Water Nymphs of the skies and have made it rain in front of an audience, and with just a friend and myself. I have made the clouds move with my mind to block the sun. I have casted Norse Runes to win not only a $15-$25 Burger King gift card, but also helped a lover win $10 on a lottery ticket. I have healed my own aches and pains after a surgery by using my hands and emitting healing energy--the pain stopped permanently. I have meditated and seen vivid worlds and scenes that one could only see if dreaming.

I have spoken to trees and learned their story and I have spoken to the wind and was told of rumors about me, stories, and omen. I have listened to the call of Mother Earth and went on vision quests--once coming across a deer in broad daylight and running with it in pure euphoria. I have been healed by a reiki student of all stress and pain. I have conducted séances with an audience and I have spoken to spirits all my life. I have told fortunes and future and pastimes of people of which were %80-100% accurate. I have felt the energy of Mother Earth surging through me during moments of happiness and sadness. I have banished my apartment of evil spirits and have also banished evil spirits from others' homes as well.

I have walked with Time and Space in dream and astral projection. I have had out-of-body experiences where I am at another geographical location or in another room in my apartment--once I saw the clock in my kitchen which said 2pm, I got up, and it was 2pm. I have celebrated the many holidays of the Celtic-influenced Wheel of The Year of Wicca and have had blessings and gifts because of my celebrating. I have casted love spells for myself which has drawn healthy love toward my way. I have once thrown an energy ball with a message to a friend, and she got it, knowing what I said. I have once had a mind-reading session and my friend Yulia saw the red flower that I was thinking of. I have once astral projected into a world inside of my friend's mind over the phone and we both could see the same exact things--and it was live to.

I have once prayed to goddess Athena and have asked her to give me the wisdom to pass a test on a part of a book that I forgot to read. I got an A. I have once prayed to the Christian King, and I have never heard a single word or felt a single omen. I have once prayed, countless to Jesus, and have never had a sign. I have prayed to Mother Earth, and she has/had listened to me and given my results. I have gone to Church before and felt no divine energy or uplifting god feeling--I only felt the wonderful feeling that is good humans working together to go great for this world. I have and I still do, told people "Smile, God loves you" if I saw someone who may have been having a bad day or was upset. I have, even though I'm not Christian, spoken to people as if I were Christian so they'd understand my beliefs without any judgement, even though they were secretly Pagan beliefs by origin, and they have agreed and felt the same way.

I have done a lot of good in this world and have experienced a lot of good in this world... but I have also done some bad things and I'm not necessarily proud of, but happened and I can't take it back.

With good, comes the bad: In the past, I have casted horrible spells on people out of anger and they have worked. I have once created a voodoo doll and sewed the lips to make a person stop causing stress and to stop speaking to a friend, and it worked. I have casted a spell to make someone have a bad day, and it worked. I have once made a person's car hood catch on fire out of pure anger in the middle of Winter without any possible way of it catching on fire--I kept imagining them surrounded in fire and burning alive. I have once begged that bad things would happened to someone that I hated dearly, and many bad things have happened. An old friend of mine has caused an Earthquake before and prayed every single day for an enemy of his to die, and he got cancer and his entire family went from semi-wealthy, to poor. I have once placed a curse on somebody which came true.

I have gone through a lot in my life and I have done a lot in my life on spiritual levels. I know what the truth is and I've seen "the truth" for myself. I don't care what you or myself believes in, I only care that we believe. Faith is a wonderful things and it's a great tool to d good things and become good things. I don't need the Christian King to know that I'm a good person and that I'm going to go to a good place when I pass the physical realm into the spiritual one. I don't need a 2,000-year-old tome to tell me how to live my life, how to be good to people, and what to abstain from. I only need myself, my faith in mankind, my love for the earth, and my ardor to do good and be good.

You can delete my posts or my comments as you are given the right to, but you won't be able to rebuke in my mind that I won this argument or that I don't have a good ethic or set of beliefs. I am a good person, I will go to a good place when I die, and your bible and your mouth isn't going to persuade me otherwise.

Blésséd be.

A lot has changed in Anikuwynér. The words have stayed the same, but the syntax has definitely, and finally, been fixed. For the longest time, I knew there was an issue involving indirect objects and others syntax-related things. Finally, I have spent time ardently working to correct the issue and figure out the logic.

Thanks to having met a new friend of mine, I started working on a Conglang.wikia page for my language because he has made one for his language called Dangin Nira. Learning all the linguistic terms is tough, but I'm trying on my own. I have to learn the standards so that I can accurately convey my language to those who want to learn it. ( A standard system is truly idealistic :P ) It's tough to learn, but should I need help, I just ask my friend.

Kunérian is now much better and prettier in my opinion. I'm glad that I've finally fixed the ugly syntax error. Now that it's gone, I'm going to start writing and practicing more things in my language. I wrote a short short story in Kunérian. That helped me a lot.

I recently met a man and his wife at the local coffee shop that I go to for open mic night. He has created his own language, as well as publishing a book about one of the many worlds he has created. The man is very intriguing and his wife is fun to be around--both are fun to be around. Last Tuesday, we three, mostly he and I, talked about language in general as well as our own.

Who knew that there were so many language creators out there?!

I lost my phone tonight and I'm pretty upset. Everything = gone. Gone = bye bye. Oh, and I lost another "friend" tonight. The rune Rui told me to get over it, basically, that they weren't meant for my path to hold. Oh well.

I love my cat, my health, my body, my spirit, all else.

Good night, readers, if any.

Solemnity Sucks

Every day I see my home.
It droops a little more.
I feel the crack inside.
This wide and easy door.

Each time my eyes open.
To see the world in front.
I cowar in its magnum.
Inferrior; a runt.

I'm so afraid, I fear.
That the walls will join.
And in that silent space.
My body will conjoin.

To conform is my destiny.
The hueless harness on me.
And in my tight confinements.
I voice myself a plea.

I fear this fantasy.
It could become true.
I could become that truth.
And I could fall through.

They'd forget my signing.
A document of birth.
And all of my worth,
Forgotten, ugly mirth.

I feel so alone.

Euphoric Illumination

It's the one word that has kept itself from me.
A moment of silence and I believe that I can hear it.
The word has been a ray of hope for a long time.
Maybe now I'll be able to live on knowing I've at least heard it spoken.

It comes in many forms and has many names.
I believe thorughout history many have felt its true entirety.
These days, it's what people only dream of and claim they know.
When in my judgment, I don't beleive a single soul can feel it anymore.

Of all names for it, I know of it as one name.
Many have taken this pantheon and condensed it into one form.
I can't see why, but maybe they thought it was easier.
One word for all, I presume.

For a great time, I've thought kindly on the subject.
Read book to book and thought thought to thought.
I've aimlessly wished on the shooting star; just as anybody else.
I can only hope that I get to hoard what I think it is that I now have.

Unadulturated, I think this miracle has come.
It is a sheer emotion which swirls around inside my heart.
Undiluted, it keeps solidifying and even expanding.
Could it be that what I now possess is what others in time have had?

The paintings and works of poetry have all been seen.
I need not go on a winded notion on how magnificent they are.
But here, they are relevant to how I feel and this very subject.
Here, these masterpieces have consequence because they compare to It.

A fleeting emotion, it has this unyielding cascade of feeling.
Since its birth, I've only felt it beating conjunctively with me.
The wonder that is the human complex always amazes me.
I've felt similarly many times before, but this time, I know different.

The solid giant takes shape and keeps oozing at the top with lava.
Christening magma, pure, whizzes around like a highway of cars.
Deep within my soul, the elements to produce the fleeting emotion lies.
Like blueprints, the magma knows exactly where to fall and where to mold.

Some time elapsed and I now understand what it is that I have.
Thinking has allowed me to procure the knowledge to use it readily.
I have pondered and thought as a great being with sense and virtue.
Benevolently, I've been allowed to sculpt this ever-growing emotion.

As it oozes with lava, it does harden and change quickly.
But with my permit, I can lag time and do my work.
I am able to mold the lava should it form a way that I don't want.
Should the emotion start to go awry, I am there to change it.

The human complex allows the heart to sometime act on its own accord.
It seems fickle, but I believe that it's for a good cause.
Those who try hard in life are granted with skill and fortune.
The ever-fickle heart was meant to be contained and maintained.

The purpose, in my mind, is now known and I feel what I am to do.
Not only am I gifted with the vision, but I can feel the vision.
I almost think that I can feel the euphoria as a liquid; liquid euphoria.
Should this emotion be water, I'd like to bruit that I possess a sea.

I am left with many things to ponder and of the traffic, I hold no anxiety.
Of the traffic, I hold sight of what is most important and I can live freely.
I want to bruit that many have never felt it because I want to feel special.
We all want our one vessel of euphoria to have a special name above all.

I maintain that many have never felt it and that those who have were wrong.
I see people who claim to hold it treat it very disrespectfully and horribly.
The fleeting emotion can slip away at any moment should you neglect it.
This time, it's impossible for me to let it go because I now have the blueprints.

Inside my mind lies the corruption; the very essence of devilry.
I believe I possess an esoteric knowledge when it comes to It.
I believe that many will want what I have and call me a sinner.
But I'll live on knowing that I am special and that what I feel is special.

It's been a while since I was dined by good company.
For a measly fourteen days, I sure felt the sting of the butterfly.
It may have shown one form to me, a form widely known, but that's irrelevant.
The human complex can't think up something that it doesn't know.

To me, that fleeting emotion was just a vibrant butterfly.
After all, it is the symbol of transformation, thus pulling together my theme.
The magma will still christen and the lava will still ooze no matter what.
Now that this butterfly has been born, it can only grow with euphoria.

Worthless

August 3, 2010 thru
August 7, 2010.

On min nö drazango xü zanguin ke yünd xüwe min varték nö ajuta yui.
Oya min ajuta ijan yui ke nemyat xüwe katsne yado Ani.
Hauwiyo indra suka no sushebo mi yte fölä Sana amwitan.
Wa e däliye ju Omi ki e nu indra salu omi kuné ajuk'tö ishnudi.

* O'i tajne yado koyaole te yama?
"Worthless" Yan sani t'ma.
"Worthless" Sani muelo la x'le.
Sumatu nu émäyu ka okalin la.
Poj, Yöwe itüle xolä no Ya yama?

G'kanwä ki, Ya su mahale fetka no dza viarya nö yte'anér la.
Vö't'wä ki, Xüwe bukunde e yado gana Ha o'inkate ba min xüwe onye.
Ya su nasue ba sani mala, poj kii, Han ésgane wena satku Ya.
Nön.. Han dyrzuniex ejla satku arvanada linakta te Yan onye.

Ya za koyrnoe ti arvanada te mala ki maha vana?
Antyrnu na Ya, Han za yalatge fanwérta ivna O'i.
Poj, ue min te konote igik ju arétvi la onye.
Ya juk, ue mi te su onämak ute nasu bye.

* O'i tajne yado koyaole te yama?
"Worthless" Yan sani t'ma.
"Worthless" Sani muelo la x'le.
Han doliant t'ma Ya nemyat.
Dérun, Yan omvä nö intétu te, sutöme.

Nön, Ha wüvele no ani gave sumdäga yui yö.
Ya su h'loj kétén kizon Ha kuné tiwange troväsnu la nemyat.
Han akyre ovuin kuné fimise oni vlöne Ya.
Un kii, e harte fetka nasu min unmat.


Worthless

All the forgetful people of Earth who live on it, they are such eternal things.
And because they are all so eternal, they are able to transform themselves.
The tree of life will let its roots down only if you're innocent.
So don't reject yourself, just let yourself simultaneously be forever free.

* Can you see the understanding of my logic?
Worthless, You have been made to be.
Worthless, It's now your blood.
Death is always counting your sins.
But will he ever spare you?

One day, you'll be able to trust beyond your biological prison.
Some day soon, may you understand all that I showed to you.
You are so ashamed of it, but wow, I could open you up.
And I could show you so much of my world.

Is it true that you keep thinking about my world?
Everything you are, I accept you unconditionally.
But all of my words don't make it to your ears.
To you, my words are fickle and shameful.

* Can you see the understanding of my logic?
Worthless, You have been made to be.
Worthless, It's now your blood.
I have been forced to be responsible for you now.
Regardless, You are my happy duty, bad one.

And in this tragedy, I will save us both.
You've put me here to deal with your "solemnity".
This whole time, I just wanted to take your hand so badly.
And then go far away without all the shame.