Rena Vlachoyianni – 9 years of experience in demonolatry – gives a hint about how a spell work should be prepared long tune beforehand.
If one wants to perform this ritual, they should go outside, preferably on a sunny day with a gust of wind, on a water shore. So that you’ll have all elements – Earth, Air, Water and Fire (Sun). If you see litters (plastic bottles, packs, bags etc) gather them and put them in a bin. Apologize to Mother Gaia. This will help you to connect better with the Goddess.
Now the healing ritual. Take the shoes off. Sit on the ground with spine straight and legs crossed as to be comfortable. Realize you are sitting on a Goddess. Feel the connection with Her. Begin void meditation and do it until clear your mind. Align your chackras and tune them with Mother Earth. Keep breathing. Focus on your body’s area where the illness is located. Focus your energy, now attuned with Gaia’s to affected place. Feel the connection. Feel surroundings. Feel all in the same time. Keep breathing. Visualize a pack of energy going back and forth, through your root chackra between Earth and the sick part of your body. You should be in a light trance by now. Breath deep and center your energy. Utter:
Gaia, Mother of All, who gift me this body, heal my wounds. Make me whole again. For I am your offspring, as I came into being by you. Fix my body with thy body, Mother. So mote it be and so it is. Thank you!
Repeat few time as yo visualize energy going back and forth between the sick place of your body and Earth. When you feel it was enough, center yourself, stand and thank once again to Mother Gaia. The ritual shows results in the very coming hours. 🙂
Hecate: You don’t have to burn incense, to say endless incantations or even lit candles to honor me. Every time when you try something new, inspiring, every time when you do things good, when you make something useful or just enjoyable it is an offering to me. Every time when you courageous, honorable, kind, generous – as well.
Belial: Sex is simply a way to organize energies. Among many others. Emotions, feelings, arts, fights, war, spells do the same thing as well. When energies are ordered over a regular, geometric layout, there are conditions for a certain vibration to manifests itself. Living beings are just that: crossings of energy vortexes. Universe itself is the equally that for the Universe is as much alive and conscious as the individuals dwelling in it.
Certain emotions, like fear distort vibration and this is how manifesting a certain thing is blocked. Anger also my shape a certain manifestation. It gets a very specific touch (print) on the energetic pattern of the end result.
It’s not always for the tough, or just because somebody wants knowledge and power. Sometimes, for some of us it so happens that we can’t understand and can’t keep it going. We want Good but The Good doesn’t want us. Something just doesn’t bind, sometimes, and when it is so, one starts asking themselves what’s wrong.
You close your eyes and pray, meditate. The meaning still fails to congeal and it just spins around in the darkness of the mind, like a row of fading shapes, without any meaning. And then, you supplicate for a break no matter how short but the life keeps hewing into you – just another of billion vivisections that occur on the planet, without any alleviation. And then, excruciatingly sharp, a long forgotten promise shows up, a word uttered back in the lonely childhood, spent under the terror of an abusive parent. A never kept promise, some repent then trowed in a hidden corner of self for so many years. After it hits, you start to pray to Rebellious with the fervor you should beseech the Savior. Not to be better – not this one more time, not even to stop the pain for a bit. Only that: may He never forsake you, may He never throw you – not now, nor in the future eternities – to Angels. May He forever live in you. May He fill your veins with blind darkness, or with the darkness of knowledge – it doesn’t matter so much. May you never forget anymore. May you never loose Him anymore. May you never waste so much time asking yourself why. In the bathroom’s mirror you see behind a slightly faded shadow and that feels safer. You know you were listened so that He is there, looking after you.
How many hopes had to be crushed for someone to rip the very own flesh for a covenant to be sealed with blood on the red stained edge of a magical athame? How much fright and agony and terror one should gather to throw away everything that once meant hope? If it was catharsis or something else got no idea but a healing peace went down and overtook me after the black ceremony of initiation. It was the serenity I promised myself at 16 and attained at 47. The peace with my own shadow. It happened how and when I wanted – in the night of the Dark Moon when even Mercury was turned back from Earth so nobody could help me in this. I stepped alone in front of the Universe with my one intention to keep a forgotten promise. So then I trespassed the world’s border and my own boundaries too. As inward so outward, as above so below, as they say. Slowly melting, the dark candles burned the whole night and the next morning till the noon. I slept holding inside my chest the light, the pain and the warmth of their flames. Little by little, the wound on my arm heals too and I feel more and more whole every time I step betwixt mist and shadows. It feels like feeding my soul after so many long years when I had no courage or I didn’t know I have to do it.