Automatic writing and chanelling, Magic, Magick, Withcraft, Sorcery, Spirituality and Mysticism, Theistic Satanism

Blasfemie

Sunt propria mea Sitra Ahra

Si popriul meu Copac al Vietii.

Sunt Ourobouros,

Infasurat pe Tronul lui Thaumiel.

Si Tetragrammaton.

Sunt nesfarsita spirala urcatoare,

Unind galaxii, sori, comete.

Duhul meu pluteste peste apele netocmite ale prezentului.

Blasfemiind linistea,

Din soapta mea se nasc luceferii unor lumi limpezi.

In zorii care, iata, apun sangerii

Peste prima zi dinainte de Maine.

aripidenoapte

Energy work, Magic, Magick, Withcraft, Sorcery, Spirituality and Mysticism

Runes and Ouija for Ostara 2021

This Ostara I’ve prepared an ointment for myself (face and hands), from coconut oil (healing energy), rice oil (abundance), olive oil (healing and connection to the Divine) and turmeric (rising vibration, chakras opening, enlightenment). I also brought snow for one of my altars and consecrated my Ouija board and runes. I blessed the land with an offering of corn, herbs and olive oil. I only hope corn will sprout and will be good for boil in August. Few weeks ago I ordered a pendant with SOL rune worked in silver. The rune was made by Foxy Chaos, a practicioner from Ukraine and was sent to me around Imbolc. In the little box sent by Foxy Chaos I’ve found an entire spell woven for me – a small bag embroiled with Algiz rune, for protection, a bottle with Baltic amber, two drawings by Foxy, some dried lavender and, of course, my silver SOL rune, one of the signs of my Divine Guardian. A letter from the Foxy Chaos was also in the package, wishing me all the best.May Ostara bless all new beginnings with abundance and light of the re-birthed Sun.

May be an image of drink and indoor
May be an image of indoor
May be an image of indoor
May be an image of fire
May be an image of tree, twilight, nature and cloud
No photo description available.
No photo description available.

Ancient Gods and Goddesses, Automatic writing and chanelling, Demons and Dragons, Magic, Magick, Withcraft, Sorcery, Spirituality and Mysticism, Theistic Satanism

A gab with a God

I just closed my eyes and… I was on a craggy peak. Thin, cold air was burning my lungs. There were a slight mist and the sky was cludy.

– Lirach Tasa Vefa Velich Belial…

– It was about time…

– What for now??

– A change. Life changes, It’s their nature. The very nature of the Universe – that is set in motion by the Spirit. Spirit is never still, for it is what drives everything forth.

– I am concerned about myself…

– Very selfless 🙂

– Wit…

– Sure.

– Will it be a hard one?

– If you’d know before hand what is to come, where’d be the fun then?

– So, is going to be a fun part, yet? Until now – not so much…

– You are complaining.

– Do I?

His brown cloack was fluttering in the almost fallen wind.

– Tell me something yet untold – a hidden truth about Universe, to take it with me down there. So I have You with me for all the rest of the time.

– I am always with you and will be for ever. And there are no hidden truths of the Universe. Literaly no secrets As part of the Universe, you already know everything.

– Are you part of the Universe, too?

– Yes and no.

– How that?

– While you call me forth with words that can be uttered by a being of this Universe, then I am.

– And there is… more?

– For sure.

– Can I stay in your presence for a while?

– As long as you can focus.

– Thank you.

Once again I closed eyes, trying to dam thoughts` waves. Scintilating lights were dancing behind my lids. Soon, too soon, air become more breathable and temperature warmer. I was in my gloomy room and Luna was barking outside. A slender rain began, quenching the Earth’s thirst.

Spirituality and Mysticism, Theistic Satanism

I was meant to

I was meant to be of darkness. It long sprouted in me all the years I was struggling to adorn what I called my soul with what they called light and what they called mercy.

I was meant to be unholy and unclean as this is to be “contaminated” with the very Earth holiness – the dirt on the hands and feet, the smell of grass on my skin and smoke of the firewood in my hair.
I was meant to be “doomed” as this is the fate of all people throwing truth in the face of society.
2100065290020433

Continue reading “I was meant to”

Demons and Dragons, Occult, Ancient Mysteries, Spirituality and Mysticism

Invocation

Lucifer, the Morning Star
Who dispels the darkness
Before dawns of enlightenment and peace
Nourish the spark of knowledge in me 
Scatter and shatter the murk of doubts,
Raise my spirit so I can smite and vanquish dread.

Heal the fear, pain and weakness
Keep me whilst my awakening and understanding.

For you lead Mages and Sages
On the narrow paths of mysteries
Guarded by terror of Abyss, Void and Chaos.

Look after me while I am birthing the power out of fear
And knowledge out of the ignorance
In the shapeless surges of Nothingness.

From frozen stillness I clog before You,
Divine conjuring the Divine
In the rough wind of eternal, unraveling creation.
Like a giant cosmic flower bloom me in ecstasy
To fulfill the star seed long sprouting in me.

.cropped-20170904_06154412.jpg

Spirituality and Mysticism, Theistic Satanism

pentagrama

“As I understand practical Satanic philosophy, self-confidence is certainly a virtue, but arrogance is a definite pitfall. There is a wide difference between each of these characteristics. Confidence means that one is sure of their beliefs, and is not really threatened by a challenge. Therefore, the tone of the conversation can be civil and productive. Arrogance means that one is threatened by another’s beliefs, and that the arrogant person does not respect the free will of the other person in a conversation.”

Confidence vs. Arrogance: A Theistic Satanist’s Perspective

Spirituality and Mysticism

… And if you are Christian

bonfire near grass field during dawn
Photo by Vlad Bagacian on Pexels.com

… I’ll remember you are human too and used to be my brother before your freedom was robbed and sold in an exchange of an illusory salvation.
Back in the time we all were children of Old Gods so you are still my brother. If you are Christian I will remember you are an outcast, unrooted from your own body, plucked from earth and thrown on the verge of asphalted roads to wither in a Sun that cannot nourish you anymore.
I will feel sorry – for you, for me, for the mankind, but I will still love you in the name of the Dark Mother who brought us all into being by the will of the Divine.
If you are Christian I will embrace your fragility, fear, clinging on “light’ and I will remember I was just like you before having the strength to stand under the lightless sky and call the Divine on their True Name.
If you are Christian I will see you as an weaker render of me and I will hold space for you, brother.
If you are Christian I will love your light in the name of the Darkness and if needed I would do it with the violent grip of demons who hold me whole when I summon Void an Chaos themselves. I will not expect you to understand either.
Come, brother, sit with me, by my Pagan fire, and let us remember the time we hold together to warm up in the howling terror of ancient nights, before the caves who would shelter us, like the very womb of the Goddess.
Ave Satanis! 🖤