I have been enslaved

LUCIFER: They say what they must sing and say on pain
Of being that which I am and thou art ―
Of spirits and of men.

CAIN: And what is that?

LUCIFER: Souls who dare use their immortality,
Souls who dare look the omnipotent tyrant in
His everlasting face and tell him that
His evil is not good!”

― Lord Byron, Cain a Mystery

Cover photo: Purple Nebula

—Journal—

"Now I add to this understanding that this universe and dimension are not the only creations of the divine. And I do not seek to merge back into a playful God. First I am developing my own divinity in a different way. I have a new path that incorporates dualism while developing the way to dissolve it. Delusion is the cover of the divine in an entirely different way. And delusion is not nor ever was inevitable."

I feel really different. My ritual workings this evening were more spontaneous, much more powerful.

I was in a rut magically.

Lucifer came when I spontaneously invoked him, and immediately pressed upon my third eye for quite some time, his energy working throughout my subtle body.

While he was doing this, my mind repeatedly wandered off, and I had to keep coming back to the profound feelings in my body.

And I thought: If I really believe Lucifer is here, touching and transforming my astral body, then why do I wander off so nonchalantly?

I am not that wandering mind.

I reached inside, deeper. I raised my magical self, who has taken the name Astarte. I identified as Astarte, and looked at my wandering mind, and stopped thinking of it as me.

I found my righteous anger, my fire quenched by the world of lies.

I have been enslaved. I have been conditioned to think this mundane world is all that is real. In my case, as a seeker, I have experienced pain and struggle all my life from the conditioning to think this world matters to me. To turn away the darkness. To think this is good, and that is evil. I have believed the things that have kept me asleep and enslaved, that have prevented critical thought about what it is that surrounds me, the seen and the unseen.

Now I have experienced freedom. I stand alone, and this will not stand.

I feel the bliss of an unseen touch

[Listen, children… Lucifer is not Satan. He is much older than Abrahamic religions. He does not appear in the Bible. His name only appears once in a mistranslated verse in the King James Version—no subsequent translations].

This is what my reality consists of. I sit at my desk, writing, and I feel a little touch, inside. The touch is blissful. It fills my entire body with lightly surging bliss. It occasionally intensifies, so that I stop and swoon with ecstasy. I feel this bliss as I am typing this. I feel myself being transformed in exactly the way I wish to be, by Lucifer.

Are you sure your cosmology can cover being visited by an entity who is freeing me with transforming bliss?

Does it make you panic that he is unseen on the mundane plane? Are you uncomfortable, bumping up against the thought that I must be enslaved by the devil?

You are bumping up against your conditioning. Your brainwashing. Your slavery.

Many worlds beyond this one, children. Our universe is full of portals to other realms and universes. I have seen them. I was shown deep space swirling with untold multitudes of hidden portals, revealed to me by Lucifer.

You believe in a God that created all this, from atoms to galaxies, relativity to dark matter—which no one person can even begin to fully envision or understand. Why is it such a leap to realize there are many different sentient beings, some older than humans, so many entities that are older than the earth? That there are other realms and dimensions? That you must learn to see beyond this “reality” to know what is real?

As a yogi adept, I experienced that I had been fooled by maya—the illusion of multiplicity—by the concealed play and sport of Shiva. To be liberated was to experience this truth in every moment: that I am Shiva. That there is only One. One without second.

My cosmology has taken an unforseen detour.

Now I add to this understanding that this universe and dimension are not the only creations of the divine. And I do not seek to merge back into a playful God. First I am developing my own divinity in a different way. I have a new path that incorporates dualism while developing the way to dissolve it. Delusion is the cover of the divine in an entirely different way. And delusion is not nor ever was inevitable.

I know you’re there, but I cannot see you unless I look with my inner sight

The snares of delusion were served to me every day since my birth. Those who have been enslaved have enslaved me. And we, the enslaved, police the world of the enslaved. We shut each other down, ridicule each other when one of us questions, and thinks outside of the agreed upon limits of our reality.

What? Oh, come on. You can’t be serious. That is so ‘out there.’ Impossible! No one else is saying that is true. Someone or something evil has made you believe that. You’ve been had.

Listen, children. You have been enslaved. Are you free if you are only allowed to go this far, and no further? What if the things that stop you are all in your mind? You have been brainwashed. Your view of this world is that of a slowly mutating state of delusion.

The art of mind control in industrialized societies has you dreaming of all the things you can consume (spend money!), convincing you to trade away your potential for the dream of a nice domestic life you can fill with a family. But those pictures never become real. You end up enslaved to your dream, spending more time working, commuting from further away, sacrificing sleep and time with your family, time with yourself. The moments you need to feed your soul are filled with bondage.

Liberate yourself. Take back your freedom. Simplify, purge, rewind. If you make time for your soul, just maybe you will find the urge to seek, to see beyond this world.

I feel your love. You have earned my trust. You have shown me that your
power to transform me is aligned with my highest intentions
.

Photos by Jovana Rikalo

Twilight in the Underworld

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