Notes from Skype consultation

Sorry it didn't work out for (all of) us to get together (for a group ritual). We need to do that soon. VOUDON RITUALS Wet head being fill vacuum being brought into the head back up from full possession snakes twine together Azazel pulling me to ritual depths Alabaster, spearmint, lemons, bowl of water cover... Continue Reading →

Calling a demon to physical manifestation

—Image from cover of 'Hallowed Ground' by Death Dealer—I love this "dark academia" portrayal of evocation. The parchment spell is seen floating downward from the magician's open hand. I don't expect my first demon evocation to full manifestation to be quite this dramatic.— Calling Upon Hell, by E.A. Koetting An excerpt from "Works of Darkness:... Continue Reading →

Battling the mind control of doubt

Hi E____, I'll bet you know immediately what I am talking about if I say that as someone raised Mormon, I am plagued by doubt. Self-questioning and examination. Re-examination. Endless...! Am I fooling myself? Has the devil's deception begun to take root in my day to day life? In the very things I care most... Continue Reading →

I worship you Death

—Ritual art by Behemoth-X— I feel the desire to worship, to exalt. But the entities I work with do not want to be worshiped, not at all. They want me to exalt myself. I can worship Death. When I worship Death, I worship the power that is in all power, the current that is in... Continue Reading →

How to stop the doubt and obsession

—'Autopsy' by Enrique Simonet— I cannot be truly powerful unless I am integrated. Integrated means grasping the whole of what I am. When I am involved in addictive behaviors, I am trying to get something from a substance or activity. This pursuit is mentally and physically obsessive. Obsession is the opposite of integration. I have... Continue Reading →

Ritual

— 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 →

Dream of a monstrous depth

I dreamed that I was sitting on a couch opposite B______-X. It felt so good to be chatting with him, to be treated as an equal. I felt myself lifted up, my self-worth soaring. My body was singing with the pleasure of doing something that I love. Being close to someone I greatly admire. At... Continue Reading →

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