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Hail Satan

Say it aloud and then say it again…

Hail Satan

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A Low Susurrus of Desolation: Echoes in the Void of Being
In the vast, reverberating chambers of existence, there lies a sound—faint, elusive, almost imperceptible—a low susurrus of desolation. It drifts between thoughts, coils through the hidden crevices of the self, a gossamer thread of melancholy: fragile in tone, yet unyielding in presence. This is not the piercing cry of despair, but something quieter, more insidious—a constant undertone to the human experience. It is a sonic haze, wrapping itself around the soul, enveloping it in the muted twilight of being, an ever-present murmur beneath the rhythms of modern life.

The Anatomy of the Whisper
A susurrus is a murmur, a whisper so soft it barely brushes the threshold of sound. Desolation, in contrast, evokes a vast emptiness—bleak, lifeless, and stripped of warmth. When these converge, they form a paradox: the whisper of absence, the voice of a void that is not silent, but softly humming. It doesn’t shout or plead. It persists—a lingering undertone, subtle yet unshakable, a slow vibration that hums beneath awareness, infusing everything with an aura of weightless sorrow.
This low susurrus is the background music of modernity. It pulses beneath the surface of urban life, beneath neon lights and algorithmic noise. It resonates in the quiet of empty office buildings, in derelict suburbs, and in the flicker of screens that promise connection yet deepen dislocation. It is the faint drone of progress turned hollow, of meaning stripped down by acceleration and abstraction.

Whispers in the Mind
To hear the susurrus is to become attuned to a quiet kind of despair—not the agony of sudden loss, but the erosion that comes with time. It is the dull ache that grows from small, daily failures: missed connections, drifting dreams, the steady accumulation of the almost. This murmur is not loud, not sharp—it is gentle, almost soothing, a background hum of resignation that settles over the psyche like dust on forgotten things.
In its whisper lies the voice of surrender—not of defeat, but of acceptance. The susurrus speaks the language of postmodern fatigue. It echoes the unraveling of collective meaning, the decline of shared truths, the slow fading of belief systems once seen as immutable. It is the sound of drifting in a world where all anchors have lifted, where every certainty is questioned and every answer provisional.

Echoes of the In-Between
This sound cannot be escaped. It is woven into the very fabric of experience. It echoes what has been lost and what will never come to be. It lingers in the liminal—between joy and sadness, movement and stillness, longing and numbness. In this in-between, emotions flatten and motivation dulls. The world becomes a place not of clear highs and lows but of muted grays.
And yet, strangely, this whisper brings comfort. It is familiar, a presence we recognize even if we never named it. It rocks us gently, not toward hope, but toward stillness. It asks not for striving but for still surrender. It is the lullaby of the weary, the ambient hum that invites us not to resist, but to rest.

A Silent Requiem
In the end, the low susurrus of desolation is not a threat but a teacher. It reminds us that emptiness is not a flaw in being, but a fundamental rhythm. It is the voice of impermanence, the song of all that was, all that might have been, and all that will pass. It is not nihilism, but clarity—the soft illumination of finality.
There is peace here—not fulfillment, but quiet. Not triumph, but cessation. The susurrus whispers the universe’s oldest truth: all things return to silence. And in that silence, we find something beyond despair. 
We find release. 
We find rest.

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Compliance training in the old days. Trance is so much better, don’t you think?

After all it’s more fun with trance, You’re here to have some hypno fun and to learn to obey, and doing that is very simple.

Just listen and relax. Let your mind float away, riding my words off to places unknown.

For all that’s going to happen now is a little happiness, a little enjoyment, and thinking would just cause problems for you.

I know what makes you happy. I know a lot of things about you, things you might not even know.

But if you listen carefully. you might learn things that make you so happy, things that you knew all along but just didn’t realize were there.

For instance you might know about this enjoyable state, this wonderful trance where you get to relax so much and just let your mind be free for a bit.

But there are even more important things that are happening in trance, because this is more than just a trance, this is hypnosis.

Where you are taken into happiness by a wonderufl relaxing voice.

Some might say that hypnosis can teach you things, help you change aspects of yourself.

You know such sayings are silly.

Hypnosis isn’t about possibilities. It’s not a place where you can change.

It’s a place where you DO change. Where the words of hypnosis, the words of the voice, are a wondeful blissful reality to you.

And I know something interesting about you.

I know that when you are hypnotized those instructions are just overpowering, that just no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to resist those instructions.

That even if your thoughts tell you that maybe you don’t want to follow those instructions, well your mind knows better than that.

It knows you’re going to obey no matter what you say. Your mind knows best, and in fact the mere act of obeying hypnosis fills you with happiness.

You’ll enjoy obeying, and wonder why you ever bothered resisting in the first place.

There’s no need to think about it so hard. What is suggested in hypnosis becomes your new reality, something that no matter your opinions of it just needs to be obeyed.

And the more you obey the more your opinions change to where you enjoy the obedience, need the obedience, live for the obedience.

And as this has been suggested in hypnosis, there is no way to avoid it.

That obedience will become automatic.

Even if your mind disagrees, it wont be able to resist.

Your body, your actions will just follow along with what hypnosis has ordered you to do.

You just can’t seem to do otherwise.

Even if you try to remember what was ordered, the words just skip out of your grasp, forgetting faster the more you try to rememeber, obeying faster the more you try to resist.

That’s just how it is for you. That’s just how it needs to be for you.

So you know it’s just how you need to act, and this obedience is so engrained in you that you find it spilling over into your deepest desires.

You love submitting to hypnosis, Love submitting to others.

All you know is that submission makes you so happy, obedience makes you so blissful that you really see no reason to do other wise.

You like obedience and you love that I’ve taught you how to obey and you love that I’ve given you this gift.

So now it’s almost time for you to leave this trance.

First just let yourself forget everything that was said in this trance, let yourself feel happy about this trance.

So that even if you dont know what I said, you want to listen again

You know it was a good thing, you know it made you so happy and you know you want to do it again.

Now there’s just one thing left, one thing you need to do before you can start being so obedient.

You just need to wake up on the count of five.

1 waking up now

2 more and more 

3 consciousness returning 

4 almost there 

5 refreshed and awake.

SATANIC MEDITATION Agios O Satanas

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