A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
I intended to work with Bartzabel, having created a ritual and researched his sigil, to which I offered blood (using a lancet), but I was impressed instead to work with Lord Satanas. I lit the brazier fire in front of Baphomet—the representation of Lord Satan at the center of my altar—and as I meditated on... Continue Reading →
RITUAL TO SUMMON BARTZABEL of the planet Mars Ritual I adapted from the song 'Bartzabel' by Behemoth Ritual created by Astarte Astaroth Agios Bartzabel Ave Bartzabel Hail Bartzabel O Purple flame O whirling wheel of life Appear! Move! Rise! Come unto me Bartzabel From the laws divine, you hail By spear, by sword, by spell... Continue Reading →
Astarte is the goddess, the embodiment of the divine feminine. One of her titles was the Queen of Heaven. The Mesopotamian Goddess Astarte was closely associated with the goddesses Innana and Ishtar. The Mesopotamian region is known as the “Cradle of Civilization,” having begun the domestication of animals and the development of agriculture, and creating... Continue Reading →
I FEEL COMPLETELY REMADE. I now speak with action in ritual (and in life). Now the words of my rituals feel authentic to me. They feel real. And now the words I make with others also sound authentic in a way they didn't before. I was down inside, trying to translate across a gap, my social... Continue Reading →
Set has been calling to me. I see the Crimson Desert in my mind, then walk amongst the immense, colorful columns crowned with stylized lotus and papyrus blossoms, following the whisps of smoke trailing upon the incense perfumed air. I find myself in the soaring temple of a past life... loving you, worshiping you. The... Continue Reading →
I had an AMAZING ritual with Sathanas last night. Pressing with intense energy on my third-eye for a long time. Falling through a crack in the rolling, moonlit fields of sagebrush, suddenly in the world below, a world where evil is not tethered. Surrounded by evil, my entire chest cavity went cold. I walked down... Continue Reading →
The hum of the engine, the subtle roar of the tires on the ribbon of asphalt so close beneath me, the warmth of the heater, curled in bliss in the unspeakable dark, my parents’ near and murmuring voices above me… the quieting, winding down of the engine, jostled as we were turning at last onto... Continue Reading →
August 28, 2022 My working with Sathanas tonight was very profound, historic for me. I bowed to him for a long time. I offered myself to him, asking him to let me serve him in all things. How wonderful it feels to be authentic and real with him! The fruits of my recent work, hard... Continue Reading →
22 August, after our online meeting Seeing myself through the Magus’ eyes… I see that I have an agenda, which is by nature limiting. It is the same, familiar one. The fix. The thing that will make me feel alive, connected to the thrilling process of life. This is based on feeling empty, disconnected, broken.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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