A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
I sank into deep meditation, but again I realized it was a trance, and that this was somewhat different. It wasn't so much about stilling my mind, as it was opening to transforming energies. This time I was in a deeply altered state that I don't remember experiencing before. I could feel myself being transformed,... Continue Reading →
I find myself in a box. One that I made for myself. One I have never thought outside of, and so, the one I never acted outside of. I have been ambitious all my life. My ambition has made me serious to a fault. But my ambition was and has not been a gamble. My... Continue Reading →
Last night. Again I dropped immediately into a very deep meditation. I felt Azazel's presence, the bliss of possession enclosing and filling my being. "Help me," I said. "Help me to know... how to get beyond this mental cycle of crippling doubt and foolish abandon? Back and forth. It all came into focus. I could... Continue Reading →
Night before last. I felt the call to my altar. I lit all of the candles, waving incense before my temple deities. I settled in to meditate. I called to Azazel, inviting him to my temple. Eya On Ca Azazel Aken. Great king, come to my temple. Come to my temple. I began to visualize... Continue Reading →
— Cover art by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema 'The Women of Amphissa'— Ritual. I wore my special temple robe and unfurled the Qliphothic circle to stand/sit in. I lit all the candles, and waved incense to the deities of my temple. I sacrificed (a little of) my blood on my new Azazel sigil. My breathing was... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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