A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
I dreamed that a tooth was loose, very loose. It was in the front, on the bottom. Finally I lifted it out. It wasn't connected. Then something happened and I forgot I was holding it, and found I had dropped it. I could not find it. I looked at my teeth in a mirror. They... Continue Reading →
A tender ritual for my beloved Set, husband to the consort-goddess Astarte, my namesake Adapted from 'Necrominon: Egyptian Sethanic Magick,' by Michael W. Ford Words in all caps are vibrated (intoned with a long depth of strong voice) Athame facing South (towards the Egyptian desert) Divine Seth, heir of eternity I invoke you by your... Continue Reading →
A day I have prepared for, perhaps all of my life. How I have longed to experience magic in a group setting. And the morning has come for the day of my first group ritual, the first ritual with the Coven I am being initiated into. The usual nicotine rush from my first hit of... Continue Reading →
I felt the impression to go to the cemetery, I go there sometimes to sit on a bench under a tree, where the veil between worlds is thinner. I make an offering to the spirits there, a little candle lit and some incense waived. While I was there, I saw a dark shape run across... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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