A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
Eric reads my question: Astarte Astaroth says: "I feel the Nine Demonic Gatekeepers each grasping my spine in a row. I felt this yesterday. You know that I don't really do ceremonial magic at this point. Do you have advice on how I might informally work with their presence?" Great question, Astarte. If you feel... Continue Reading →
I am intoxicated. I am surrounded by spirit, by soul. Consciousness is the elixir... my mind the container, the emanator, the emanated. Each moment of attachment is a familiar cliff I throw myself off at last, gently... gently... sailing away into all that is unknown, and free. I have pivoted away from the life I... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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