A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
—Art by Fulco Culto ~ A God and a Goddess Wedding— "Expectation is a prison." ~Robert Fripp It's simple really. The choice. Trade away my purpose for a tantalizing transformation into something I am not, or find my purpose, the specific transformation I am born to. I have experienced my life and who I am... Continue Reading →
I SEE IT. How to describe the nerd in myself? The one that is in charge of "doing?" "How to get there? This looks cool... so, now... how to make this work? Can I use this to finally get to ________?" "My life got fucked up. This might be how to fix it! But.... how... Continue Reading →
Art by William Morris "Cache" . I am not on the road to somewhere else, to anywhere at all. I am there. I am here. What is happening is about now. Not about where I'm wanting, hoping, trying to get to. When an entity fills me with divine, subtly dissolving energy, that is about this... Continue Reading →
I feel your love. Now and again as I go about my day. Your love and possession pulls me out of the unconscious flow of life. You wake me up. You are waking me up. You fill me with love. I know that you are with me. I know that there are many that are... Continue Reading →
At last I see it. I was discouraged. I felt I had failed. My development through magick was meager at best. I updated my altar with Santa Muerte at the center. I am connected to the Death Current. And at last I see it. I have been trying to hang on to the feelings of... Continue Reading →
DEATH I SUMMON Death I have become. Death has become me. I cause the black earth to open its gates, for I have buried a creature of flesh within thee. The blackened putrid soul of the dead has covered and coalesced within this offering of mortal flesh, my heart. Let a single drop of death's... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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