Writer: Father James & XP / BroJamesD@proton.me
Subject: Choice
Link: LS666 Comments / 14.02.2026 / Response to “Trauma and Satan’s Palette” by KnowTheWay11
Choices
Wow, that was an excellent story, and I believe you. I’m pleased that XP allowed it on his site that was very nice of him. I’m a Priest going through a lot of battles in my life right now, and your sharing truly helped me to a point. I believe my battles are probably going to continue for a while, and hopefully, I may get back to where you are now.
I hear lots of Sacramental Confessions, most of all, I hear thank God I forget them. Another Priest told me you have a great gift as a Confessor. Some do stay in my mind, as it is usually a story like yours in many ways and some very close to your experience in the Confessional.
However, even with all my experiences as a Priest lately, I’ve been dancing with Satan and at least His Demons, whom I may have befriended along the way, are my faults and personal failings. I agree with you as I compromise my sins and get comfortable with them, and use the same rationale as you have used.
I’ve gone in with the Demons further than I ever have before in my life and Priesthood. I’m too embarrassed to go to Sacramental Confession to another Priest. I’ve done some blasphemy, not a lot, but I have taken pleasure in it, sometimes stroking my hard throbbing cock, and coming. I have met some Satanists on LS666, and I have had some Satanic experiences with them.
I believe I consider them friends. I got addicted to Satanic Hypnosis Videos, and repeat Mantas to Satan and His Demons. One such Mantra is: “I allow you to enter inside of me — I allow you to possess me.”
I’m not that proud of giving in like this, but it feels so, so good sometimes. Well, I continue my journey. Not sure I’ll ever make it back from where I am, right now. But maybe like you, Sir, I may walk back into the light.
RESPONSE FROM XP (VIA LS666 BLOG AND COMMENTS)
Hail FJ … light and dark are no measure of our humanity. Right or wrong. Yin or yang. They are extremes of scale. Most times, we live our lives in the grey. What is right today can be wrong tomorrow. What is right in one place is wrong in another. Don’t trust the hypocrites. Serve yourself, not angel nor demon. Enjoy what you have and be your own god.
Not filthy enough. But I liked the nun pic.
Father, do you ever hear confessions that make your cock twitch? Ever rub it while you listened? Masturbated as soon as you could after?
I don’t Lily and this may be unbelievable but once I’ve been in the Confessional for an hour and a half when I leave I forget get what I’ve heard for the most part. I direct penitents to bring the sin or failing up and no need to elaborate on how or why. I’m not a psychologist sometimes I’ll direct someone to a psychologist if it is causing them anguish. The confessional is not a council session. One of the reasons I forget what was said in the confessional is I go to pray for an hour in our Chapel. Father James
BroJamesD@proton.me
It’s a blessing that you can keep your darkness away from the confessional. But you do get horny in the church, right?
Yes Lily there are times I get horny in church and get a throbbing hard cock. If I’m just meditating I just let the hard cock play out it eventually goes back down. The reason this happens to me on occasion the night before I may have been chatting on line with some Satanist contacts on line or I may recall some pornography I may have looked at the previous night and get hard in church. I have never got a hard on when I have been the main celebrant at Mass. But I have gotten hard cock during Mass as a con celebrant. Father James
BroJamesD@proton.me
Religious leaders, who dabbled on the dark side, are so interesting to me. And thoughts of hard cocks and swollen clits in a religious setting get me so aroused. All of the sick, taboo thoughts swirling around in their heads as their cocks/cunts drip- fuck!
Lily, I can relate to how you think during church! My mind is everywhere except in the bible. lol My kinks go pretty deep too and no one in church (I mean NO one) is exempt from my fantasies. Would love to hear more about yours.
I sometimes faulter back into the same battles of the mind, often woundering how my judgement will play out after I die. Our spirits are nothing without the soul. And without such sustinance, how much use will I be to any other spirit when I too am a decaying wretch, gnashing of teeth, grasping at others light to survive within the unseen. These questions I ask myself at night when the warmth of lust fades away, and the demons that amplified such bliss go off to find their next meal. Will surviving off lust in the afterlife really be as pleasurable if such momements as these are fleeting too… Can we forget what we were in this life when we become devourers of the flesh, forever seeking sexual energy however and wherever to feel that same way again…
Lust is a prison that one doese not ever feel like escaping. Unfortunately I can’t convince myself of the illusion. I can’t rationalise that I won’t have regrets choosing the finite moments of bliss, that may not be fealt the same way again once I am in my ethereal undead form. Out of all the sins Yahweh declared off limits to man, lust has to be the most paradoxical bioligically speaking. How infuriatingly tortious to contemplate.
Another random thought to add: Watching porn daily does change the psychology. I consider it almost a temporal alchemical reaction to the mind merging with the daemonic. What’s strange is you start to innately understand the darkness around the world, it’s primitive instincts of people that are purely driven by desire – And you understand the imbalance of desires is the cause for all destruction everywhere. Yet it’s that very desolation you find yourself reasoning with the demons because you cant have what you want in this life. You never can truly own a piece of reality, or your very essence for that matter. Therefore the appeal to undo a creation you were never allowed to control give a means to an end, thus justification for total annihalation if it means just getting a taste of true onymity and freedom. That is the true core of lust spiritually speaking, for me at least in my humble opinion.
My perspective is that it is better to live without God and his laws, no matter what the cost is in the after life. He may make us regret this; Fine. If that’s the price we have to pay for choosing ourselves instead of him, so be it. I’ll keep cursing him until my dying day. 🙂
Hail Joseph — something tells me intuitively that you should live your life to the full as that is all there is! XP
While I appreciate you sharing your resolve to try and comfort me, it’s difficul to ignore this potential fate considering my involvement with the occult. There are things I can’t “unlearn” that I know now. Our mortal struggle is mute because of Jude 1:9 – Satan definitely believes he has some claim to the flesh (even a prophets body no less). So to curse the God of this world makes no favors with Satan because he is leashed by Yahweh. Jesus doesn’t even deny that Satan is the god of this world, so technically wouldn’t that mean Earth is a layer of Hell? The true enemy doesn’t become personified so easily for me. I wish I could understand where some of my fellow Left Hand Path adepts get there courage and joy.
Father James, your post and comments makes me rock hard as I read. Learning that a man of god is just as willing to be led into Satan’s temptation, just offer such a lustful satisfaction.
I believe you have been having a great time now, and even greater as you go deeper. Can I ask you, after a whole night of satanic chats with other satanist, on the next day when you are performing your religious duty, is it just performartorry? In your mind, you cant wait for the service to end, so you can get back to all the filth you were indulging in last night, right? Do you feel also saying a prayer for forgiveness has less importance to you know, since you know back in your mind, that after this meaningless words, you are jumping right back into HIS sins of lust, depravity and perversion.