I felt that too, missing my mother inlaw and my grandma who both passed away last year, sittin here crying and this calming thought of Father Satan filled my mind, and this was the first post I seen when I opened Tumblr.
Satan is with us always, whether we are in our worst of times, or best of times. He guides and comforts us always! I love you Lord Father Satan! We all love you!
Dream last night of being in an underground basement sanctuary of sorts, one of my brothers (not blood) was there, along with a bunch of other men. They all got naked and started stroking and sucking on each others cocks. I just smiled and said aloud "Hail Satan!" And my brother asked "Do you want to join in bro?" and another man said "I'd love to make a fat piggy squeal!", to which I replied, "No thank you. I just like watching."
Another guy walked up to me with his thick hard 12 inch cock and I grabbed it for a second and stroked it, then stood up, "You certainly have a massive cock, sir" the man grinned deviously, "Want to feel all 12 inches rammed into your tight manhole?" I started off into the distance, "Maybe another time." And then I left, observing a few other covens and their ritualistic practices, and although they all seemed very appealing, none of them really drew me in. Until I finally stared into the dark forest, and realized that the only place I felt truly at peace, the only thing I truly desired, was to be in the darkness and in the wilds of nature, with my Lord Satan. So I left all of it behind.