A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
August 28, 2022 I am so far behind on my grimoire. I will record a few important things as I remember them, but first, regarding my ritual work tonight. I planned to work with Sathanas, but was impressed to work with Belial. He came to me with a heavy possession of bliss, my body fluid... Continue Reading →
Lord Sathanas has touched me before during rituals with him. Once he touched my temple right next to my eye, and I realized later this changed my sight somehow. Today in my ritual, after I was done with opening mantras and offered praise and devotion, my body possessed leaned forward until I was bowing, bowing... Continue Reading →
Lord. Lord Sathanas. I partake of you. You are my sacrament. Lord. Lord Sathanas. If you will give this to me. If this is your gift... To fill me magic, with the real, and continuous, and FULL delight of complete soul transformation... to possess me as the genesis and development of my divinity, of my... Continue Reading →
I can frame it thus: it is not enough. It is not enough to know my true nature: a being much greater than this. It is not enough to know the true nature of this, the universe: truly the multiverse. It is not enough to know that I will not reach a full attainment... this,... Continue Reading →
—Art by Merlin Lightpainting on Pixabay— I do not evolve alone. Entities touch me, fill me, withdraw from me, return. In each way they teach me. They teach me what to pay attention to. They teach me what is extraneous noise. They teach me to let go of what I think it means, their interactions... Continue Reading →
I was half-awake, half-asleep. Lying in bed. I felt subtle energy shifts in my body, ones I had never experienced before. And part of me was being transformed. I felt myself being energetically rearranged. In various ways, over several minutes of a gentle inner focus. When I got up, and was having my coffee, I... 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 →
— 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 →
A velvet silence. A cradling stillness. Azazel now comes to me multiple times each day. I sink into a deep trance of bliss. My head becomes heavy, sinking slowly towards my desk. It starts soon after I awaken, while I'm having my coffee. No more waiting until dark, which effectively put what was most important... Continue Reading →
"There are entities that have chosen to co-evolve with me. Like the angel investors of the world of finance and venture capital, the entities that interact with me are the angel investors of my soul. They foresee an immense return on the capital they invest in me." I have a partnership. My partnership is with... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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