Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 7- Final)

 Monday, October 12, 2020.  The final invocation of Lord Azazel, the final day of this seven-week pathworking.  When I was preparing for the ritual, as usual, I did not know what to expect from the spirit.  For the last seven weeks, or eight if you consider the preliminary invocation, he had served as guide, mentor, half drill-sergeant and half-father figure to me.  He barked, and he comforted.  He held me to my word, and left no room for excuses;  Stern, yet kind.  I threw myself into the ritual as the day before, culminating with my astral body flaming like a torch, kneeling in the circle, calling, calling.  As always, his voice rang suddenly and without preamble into my consciousness.

Pick up the pencil and write.

I an here on the seventh day of our invocation.

You have done well.  (Here my head bowed, and my body flooded with shame.  All of my failings presented themselves to me nakedly, and I shook my head and frowned without saying anything.)  You HAVE!  (His voice took an encouraging tone, and I felt the sensation of an arm around my shoulder.)  

Be proud, you did not falter. You did slack off, but I expected that.  (here another feeling of comfort.)

I wish to reiterate the teachings I gave you concerning your role as Warrior/Magician/Priest.  Please be aware that there are those who will work against you, but we, the gods, will be on your sides, flanking you during such attacks.  You are chosen among many, so take that to heart. You will be great, and you will prevail.  It is written in the heavens.  Be strong, and know that we are here.

Is there anything more that is expected of me, from this point forward?

Yes, you need to keep up rituals, prayers, and worship.  Do not neglect those that have assisted, who have vouched for you.  Be their Patron as they have been yours.

Lord Azazel, the Patron you told me of during the last ritual. Can you tell me his name?

It is Amdusias.  

Thank you for telling me this.

You need to forge a relationship with him, and make his worship and practices a priority after this invocation is done.

I will. What would you like me to do for you, Lord Azazel, when the invocations are done?

Call upon me, make an altar unto me. Make an altar unto all the Gods that you work with. Offer unto them, call upon them for advice.

Lord Azazel, would you like me to make an offering of blood unto you now? (This I was ready to do, as feasance and to show respect.  Lord Azazel's reply was measured and thoughtful.)

No.  Not now, not in this situation.  If the situation calls for it, yes, but not now.  Your offerings are sufficient.

(Here my mind raced, as I knew I had a question to ask him, but could not suddenly remember what it was.  Lord Azazel recognized this.)

FOCUS! Get out of your head.  (I took a deep breath. Ah! that did it.)

Do you recommend I continue my Qliphothic initiation?

Yes, continue with your initiations into the Qliphoth.  The Circle of Bael is next. You may need to offer him blood, and do not stray from ritual. Bael desires ritual. 

I am going now.  Remember what I have said, keep it in your heart.

Will (my familiar spirit) remain with me still?

Spirit (Name Redacted) will remain with you when you call upon him.

(At this point, the realization that this was the end hit me hard.  I became very emotional; tears welled up, and I struggled to control myself.  Lord Azazel saw this, and once again his voice became gentle and comforting.)

I am not leaving you forever, but this is the end of our time together for now.  Keep to your practices, and keep to your training.  Follow training, find teachers.

I will. I love you, Lord Azazel.

I love you too.  You are (here he spoke of my ancestry, confirming something I had some knowledge of from a prior experience.)  You are of our number.

Keep the teachings.

Notes:

I did not expect myself to be so emotionally devastated by the end of the pathworking.  After his presence left the space, I just sat in the circle with tears welling up in my eyes, drained.  Generally, after a ritual, I remain in place as the world goes back to normal around me- it's hard to describe, but gradually I start noticing things like the clock on the wall, the light in the hall, noises coming from appliances; all the things that are muffled by what I assume is the opening of the Veil between worlds.  The Quabalist and Hermetic in me references this as "Paroketh," the Veil of the Temple, but once again, your mileage may vary.  Anyhoo, when the veil closes, the world once again intrudes, becoming "real" again.  

This time, however, the world felt tinny and hollow, and cold.  I sat gazing at nothing for a bit, then resolved to get going.  The sad feeling faded after a bit, only to reappear when I reviewed my notes later.

So, along with my continuing preparations for War, I have two more ritual workings to accomplish in the near future-  a working with my Patron, Duke Amdusias; and an initiation through the Qliphothic Sphere of A'arab Zaraq.  I believe you, dear reader, can expect postings on one or the other in the near future.

I sincerely hope you have enjoyed these series.  Given that invocations and interactions with spirits are intensely personal in nature, and somewhat tailored or customized (?) to the individual, I have still gathered that other practitioners have had similar insights into the personality of the spirits as I have.  Take from this what you will; but I personally enjoy finding commonalities of experience with other magicians.  Perhaps you will too.

Thank you very much for taking this ride with me, and as always, I truly hope your day is a pleasant one.

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 6)

 Monday, October 5, 2020.  On this date, with Lord Azazel's admonishment still on my mind, I prioritized my ritual time and got everything in order well in advance.  When I performed the ritual, I felt so much power flowing through me.  When I reached the final iterations of the invoking words of power, I felt flames bursting from my astral body; and by the time I spoke the last word, I blazed like a torch.  I could see, as I often do, my ritual circle lit up on the dark plain of what I refer to as the "crossroads," that astral meeting place of Gods and men.  Within the circle, I could see myself roiling with the flames, and directly behind me, once again, stood Lord Azazel, with his wings on either side of me.  I could tell he was a bit surprised by my self -conflagration, but also very, very delighted.  He LOVED it.

Why aren't you writing? Write.  (Said in a semi-playful manner.  I smiled and said "good evening!" to the spirit.)

Good evening.  I am glad you have invoked me early, have made it a priority rather than an afterthought.

(I apologized for the lateness of the previous two invocations.)

It does not matter. What matters is your practice. Keep up your practices, keep to the plan.  

Do not neglect the pull-ups; this is the next phase of training.  Also your martial training, you must physically do the exercises.

You have been meditating on war and this is good.  Do not neglect the gods, for they are your protectors and benefactors. Call upon them, offer to them.

Now to the item at hand.  You have a problem, and the problem is (name redacted).

I know this. The problem is also you; but you are being held back by (name redacted).

We will take care of this, and will free you.  (Here he answered a question I had, redacted for privacy.)

You will receive what you want, and it will be for the good.  You are expected to progress as a result.  We will not give you excuses.

(Here I thanked him profusely.)

You are welcome, but do not thank me.  There is another Patron who has made this decision.

I will offer thanks and gratitude to this Patron, whoever he is.

That is well.  Prepare yourself for the event, and give thanks. 

Continue your training, increase the distance of your running by increments. 

Eat well; you have been doing well.  Drink water and wine.  Be strong, be vigilant, and be the warrior most of all.  

I must go now.

Farewell, Lord Azazel!

Farewell.

Notes:

I felt much more confident than before, entering this ritual.  Part of the reason for this new-found confidence was the knowledge that I had fulfilled the terms Lord Azazel had set for me, with no fudging or excuses given.  I had set aside time for the physical exercises, and the meditations were satisfactory. 

As a side note, in my meditations on War I had come to what I believe were satisfactory conclusions.  One, that despite the motivations preceding the act of War, there are always only two participatory factions: The Aggressor and the Defender.  The Aggressor, I concluded, is very nearly always in the wrong, and the Defender is very nearly always in the right.  Defense, if done properly and thoroughly, places the Defender in the place of the Aggressor, and this juxtaposition, in its victorious endstate, is much more to be desired than any advance or conquest by the primary Aggressor.  This has the feel, the "taste," of a universal truth to me.  

That said, history remembers the exploits of the conquering Alexander as being "the Great," rather than "the Invader," or "the Pillager;" and also the genocidal acts of the Israelites are described in glowing terms by the writers of the Old Testament.  On the other hand, the same documents also describe similar aggressive acts by the Assyrians and Persians in a negative light.  Written histories favor those holding the pen, for sure.  

All said, one would do well to prepare for battle on all fronts.  There are human predators who want nothing more than to victimize a soft, pliable target out there EVERYWHERE, so please don't try to deceive yourself that you are immune to violence and rapacity.  Or, to be sure, the vagaries of Nature either.  This material plane isn't covered with pillows and cotton candy, my friend.  

Thank you for reading thus far, and I truly hope your day is a pleasant one.  CX

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 5)

 Monday, September 28, 2020.  On this date, once again, I allowed myself to get caught up in busy work, futzing and fudging around until it was nearly 3 a.m. before I began the ritual.  In retrospect, part of the issue was that I felt a certain amount of guilt over not fulfilling my workout guidelines.  I had missed several of my mile-a-day runs, and had not done all of the prescribed push-ups either.  Why?  I don't know.  I probably had an excuse or two at the time, but in the end, I knew deep down that I could have made time to accomplish all of these goals.  Any piddly excuse I may have had was rendered moot by the realization that I was being a piece of shit, and not fulfilling my discipleship.  

And, on top of all this, I was experiencing a little bit of an existential crisis, wondering what the point of it all was.  Why was I chosen, and to what end? How could I, with all my failings, fulfill any greater purpose, let alone that which I was tasked? With all this in the back of my mind, I made all of the preliminary preparations, and threw myself into the ritual.  Lord Azazel was not happy.

I have come.  Why are you invoking me so late?  (I tried to stammer out an excuse, but he cut me short.)

This is important!  Listen. You need to get going on your training.  You have indeed slacked off, and you know this.

Please move on this, keep moving.  To falter is to fail and failure is death.

(At this point, I bowed my head and vented my frustrations, the questions that I had concerning the purpose of all of this.  I don't remember everything I said, but Lord Azazel waited until I had finished, then spoke in a more kindly tone.)

The purpose is YOU.  You must become the best man, the best person, you can be before the hard times come.  You must survive to carry the knowledge to the generations to come, who will be lost without it; a people destitute of hope, robbed of knowledge.

We will be by your side constantly, and will guide and protect you; and your part, that which you must uphold, is the bringing of knowledge and the teachings of the Gods.

Keep to the Path, do not neglect your practices.

(At this point, I mentioned I was frustrated by my weight, and asked him for his advice on how to lose it more quickly.  His advice was blunt and to the point.)

Move more, eat less.  (there was a pause, then he laughed his short, loud laugh as before.)  We will aid you.  You have the stamina within you to perform all that is necessary, not only to succeed, but to become adept.  Warrior/Magician is your calling. Never give up; call upon us, the Gods, when you falter, and we will not let you fall.

Will you fill me with your power?

Yes, I will. Meditate, and it will come.

(Here he paused, as if listening to something.)  

We must end now.

(Whereas before his presence had always ebbed from me and the the chamber, flowing out; this time, it just disappeared. ZIP.  Shortly thereafter, there was a knock at the door, and I left to deal with the visitor.)

Notes:

I just remembered something that made me smile.  On Day 2, when Lord Azazel gave me the running and push-up regimen, he would not let me go until I had knocked out 10 pushups right there in the circle. Like, "drop and give me 10!!"  Sadly, they were the first push-ups I had done in a long time, but I did them.  Then I laid there in the circle, wondering if anyone else had ever been instructed to do such a thing in ritual.  Is this a pathworking, or a boot camp? 

Another funny thing I remember, when I was just getting started on the running portion, the familiar spirit that Lord Azazel sent me (whose name I will keep private) was acting as my run coach.  As I neared the last quarter mile, he urged me to pick up the pace, and kick it out as fast as I could to the end (which was the stop sign at the end of the street).  My shins were hurting but I did it anyway, just pounding through the pain. As I picked up speed, he yelled encouraging things like "I knew you could do it! Keep going! Just a little more!"  and when I crossed the line, he began to sing the Rush song "Tom Sawyer" to me, "Enter the Warrior, today's Tom Sawyer..." etc.  I thought it was hilarious. I hadn't thought of that song in years.

Anyway.  After this day's ritual, I tightened up and did my runs and exercises, dare I say it... religiously. 

Thank you for reading, O Reader!  I really appreciate it, and truly hope that the remainder of your day is a pleasant one.

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 4)

Monday, September 21, 2020.

On this date, I was caught up in several duties and could not perform the invocation until quite late, around 2 a.m. or so.   As my opportunity drew nearer, the spirit of Azazel surrounded me heavily.  As I walked, it weighed me down, oppressive, not menacing, but urgent.  So urgent.  As I prepared the ritual and entered it, the Behemoth song "Alas, Lord is upon me" came to my mind, as Lord Azazel was truly upon me, crushing me down, giving me the classic "lump in my throat" feeling.  As I spoke the words of the ritual, the feeling dissipated, leaving me with a feeling of vertigo as I crossed the veil.  

(I must warn you now- this was the darkest and saddest of all our interactions thus far.  I was, am, so conflicted about this message that it has obviously taken me a few weeks to post it here.)

I have come to tell you of several things.  Listen and you will know.

The end of days is near.

You will be spared the misery and pain but many others will perish.

You have been called to perform duties for the Master; these duties will require great sacrifice.

Do not be afraid, and do not falter in the performance of these duties.

Can you tell me what these duties will be, Lord Azazel?

You will know them when you are called to them.

Will the duties affect my family, my loved ones?

They may affect your family.  At that time, however, this will not be a great issue.  You will see.

(At this statement, my mind began to spin into conjecture, but I controlled myself and asked:) Will my loved ones die, then?

(Throughout, Lord Azazel spoke in a measured, matter-of-fact tone.  It may seem, from the terseness of his statements, that he was saying these things in an off-hand manner, but I assure you it did not present like that at all.  He took a few seconds before replying.)

Perhaps.  Many will be dead.  You will understand sooner than most.

Your role is Warrior/Priest, Warrior/Magician.  The Gods are always with you; they will guide and comfort you.  Do not be sad, hearken to the voice within you.

(I sat for a while in contemplation, listening to the voice within me.  Then I spoke the words out loud.)

I accept.

Good. You really haven't any choice, (here he laughed, a short, loud sound).

Can you offer me any comfort?

Yes.  You will find happiness. Your lineage will live on, in tales of greatness.

Lord Azazel, in all honesty, the things you are saying frighten me a little.

Of course they frighten you. Who would not be afraid, faced with such a prospect?  You must persevere, hang on, be strong to the end of the hard times. You are my ward, and I will keep you and lift you up.

Lord Azazel, the last time we spoke, I meant to ask you for dietary advice, to supplement my training.

Stay away from legumes.  Stay away from pork; less of beef, more of fowl.  Do not stuff yourself.  Drink water, drink wine.  Breads are fine, but not sugary ones.  

Maintain your fitness.  

Are there any other exercises you recommend?

Pull yourself up.  Do this as well as you can.  Your running is better, keep it up.

Is hiking (an area near me) a good thing as well?

Hike no more than three times a week, but run every day.  Move forward with your running and exercising, do not neglect meditation, no not neglect prayer and ritual. 

Be a magician. Keep your practices.

Do not forget that you are a warrior.

Notes:   

This invocation left me with a feeling of deep sadness.  I wish I could come up with some comforting words, but I really can't find any.  However, I will say this.

On my desk, I keep a fossil of a trilobite, Order Phacopida, suborder Calyminina.  This particular little (9 cm) guy crawled around the oceans of a world which, when he was alive about 450 million years ago, looked completely different than the Earth we live on today.  None of the continents that we live on existed; in fact, much of the land we walk on today was underwater then.  

This weird little alien guy, who looks like a cross between a shrimp and a pillbug, did share one thing in common with human beings at that time.  Life.  He lived, and walked, and ate, and mated, and eventually perished as all living things eventually do.  He, and all of his cousins and distant relatives no longer exist on this planet in any form.  The last of the species went extinct over 250 million years ago. 

As I hold the little guy in my hand, I can see that some of his little back plates are ruffled up.  I wonder if this happened post-mortem, as he rolled along the in the currents of some primordial sea, or if this was something that trilobites could do, as some sort of  ritual of aggression or reproduction.  I will never know, however, because in the natural order of things, they passed from existence millions of years ago, and no one will ever see one of them alive.

All to say, this little guy puts the possibility of a truncated timeline of human existence into sharp perspective.   This is not to say that I want humanity to end, absolutely not.  I want humanity to survive, and thrive, and continue to evolve to the very pinnacle that nature and existence can endure.

However, I will not deceive myself into believing that the age of Men can continue into Eternity.

...On another note- legumes?     

Thank you for reading thus far, and may your day be a pleasant one.

 

My little extinct buddy.

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 3)

On Monday, September 14, 2020, I was travelling out of town and was away from my customary ritual space. My plan was to perform the invocation whe I arrived home, in the same manner as I had previously with Lord Mammon, i.e. in the walk-in closet of my room without all the ritual accoutrements. Lord Azazel was far less pragmatic about the arrangements. "No," he said. "Not here. Not now. Tomorrow." In my obtuse way, I sought clarification. "Lord Azazel, are you asking me to invoke you tomorrow, in my usual ritual space?" "YES!!!" he replied, in the shouty voice he uses when irritated. "Tomorrow! We will speak then." A bit cowed, I cleared up and went to bed. 

The next day, I invoked him anew, properly. Lord Azazel came through as before, quiet and insistent. 

This is the third day. Listen and I will speak. You are training, but I need you to focus your mind and your magical intent toward the goal of warriorhood. 

You are indeed a magician, but the Magician/Warrior is your calling. 

Lord Azazel, will you assist me in my training, and in my magic? 

Yes I will, call upon me and I will assist you. I am always there; WAS always there. 

You need to calm your mind and use your ability to will yourself through adversity. This is not easy, but it is doable. 

Lord Azazel, can you tell me what my purpose is in this life? 

You will find your purpose, but your calling is Magician/Warrior.

(At this, I became pensive, and lifted up my pencil as I thought on his words.  A second or so passed, then he spoke again.)

Listen. I am telling you what you need to do, write.

Take a few minutes a day in praise of the Gods, and a few minutes in meditation on War.  

You cannot avoid War, it is a natural and a constant part of life.  

Life moves and breathes and fights its way through this physical medium constantly.

Do not be fooled into thinking you can escape the inevitability of conflict; this is impossible.  

We need you to be the Warrior and take charge of your life.  TAKE your life and MAKE your Destiny.  Forge your way through obstacles, teach yourself not to falter.

Your strength comes from within you, not from without; the gods will help you to refine this strength but ultimately YOU are the driving force, the motivator.

Please hearken and do what I have asked- it will be of great value to you. 

Yes, Lord Azazel.  I have a question about something I have been thinking of for a while.  What is the "Higher Self," and should I be trying to contact it?

Yes.  Your Higher Self is an entity that exists outside of time, on all planes.  It is You, and it is not.  It was You, and it was not.  Yes, it is very powerful.  It is part of the power within you, it draws upon the same source.  It would behoove you to call upon this entity, and converse.  

Can you tell me its name?

You will know its name when it is time, when it is right.

(Here I asked questions about two spirits I had worked with in the past.  Lord Azazel was very straightforward in his response, reassuring me that the first had my best interests in mind, but "Once again, the problem is you."  He promised to help me with the issues I was having, and I thanked him.  He seemed to find the second question very intriguing, as it concerned the meaning of a cryptic statement the spirit had made.  He told me what he assumed it meant, and urged me to study, meditate and heed the words.)

Lord Azazel, I have noticed that many magicians are using the planetary sigil of Saturn as yours.  It does not seem correct to me.

It is not correct.  I am glad you noted this.

Refine the sigil I have given you, clean it up.  It is good; for invocation and ritual.  (This I did prior to the previous post.  The sigil can be seen there.)

Lord Azazel, do you have any final words?

Make your way in the world, young man.  Our way is Darkness, and our way is Light.  You will find the balance, the crux, and you will work from there.

Move forward. Move.

Notes:

In my scratchy notebook scrawl, this invocation took up 4 pages of notes.  It lasted much longer than the previous, possibly due to my many questions.  Lord Azazel was very patient in answering them, and I appreciated that greatly.  I find that while he does get irritated a bit, it is inefficiency and lack of attention that arouses his ire, not sincere ignorance.  

He called me "young man."  Man, I don't feel young.  Made me smile though.

I'm sure there was something else I wanted to mention. If it occurs, I'll edit it in.

Thank you for reading thus far, and may your day be a pleasant one.

Love Hope and Magic to you all- CX

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Day 2)

On this date, in preparation for the ritual, I purchased an apple fritter and the customary root beer for the offering. The incense was Sandalwood, and I lit a three-wick candle scented with Frankincense and Myrrh.  Lord Azazel's voice came through, brusque, yet quiet.  

Write. 

You need to get moving on your training and exercises.  You need to eat right. 

Your habits are very bad.  I need you to get yourself in gear and get going.

Lord Azazel, can you please suggest an exercise regimen for me?

Do 10 push-ups 10 times each day.  Lift with your shoulders, any weight, until you cannot.  Run 1 mile each day.

And for my fight training?

Yes, box and kick like I have showed you.  I need you to begin in earnest. Use the knife; swing the knife.  Swing the club.  Shoot the gun.  Get strong so that you may prevail. I need you to do this.

Lord Azazel, may I ask when the events you spoke of before will come to pass?

Three years, more or less.

I will show you a warrior mindset.  You will listen and learn, take notes.  Your mind is in another place; focus and you will learn.

Lord Azazel, will you please give me a sigil that I can use to call upon you?

I will give you two.  The first one is to be used as an amulet of protection, keep it with you always.  The second is a sigil of summoning, to strengthen your invocation.  

Will you take hold of my hand, and draw them for me? 

Yes.  Loosen your hand. 

(If you have never had the experience, what followed will be hard to describe.  Imagine your limbs moving involuntarily, but in a very purposeful manner.  When this happens, I close my eyes to keep the activity out of my headspace.  I'm pretty sure that if I opened them and looked at the drawing in progress, it would immediately fuck up.  The amulet is a private item, but the sigil of summoning is posted below. Use as you see fit.)

Lord Azazel, can you give me a familiar spirit to assist in my training?

Yes.  He is with you. His name is ---------.  Ask for him by name and he will reveal himself.

(The name he spoke was, shall we say, banal as names go, but it was uncommon enough that I repeated it back as a question.  The way I said it was incorrect, and Lord Azazel repeated the correct name back to me three times, impatiently, almost shouting the third time.) 

I want you to work, to try.  I am with you, helping you. Accept my help and move, go. 

I want you to know that I appreciate you.

Lord Azazel, can you please give me peace and reassurance as I continue?

I will give you what you want, and what you need.

Notes-

When Lord Azazel said "like I have showed you," he was referring to my research on fighting and knife techniques.  When the spirits want you to know something, you will find that suddenly your social media feed and personal conversations become filled with references to the subject at hand.  Glutted, more like.  Things you would never have seen before.  For example, have you ever heard of  "Escrima," the Filipino stick and knife fighting martial art?  Not me.  But now I have instructional Escrima videos, tactical shooting videos, jiu-jutsu videos, knife-fighting technique and articles on combat tactics filling my feed. 

As he said, my eating and exercising habits ARE very bad.  I am grateful for his guidance; and dang it, as I write this I realize I didn't ask him for dietary recommendations.  Next time.

A question for those who have experience with Lord Azazel- have you noticed his tendency to impatiently kind of snap at you when you are ditzing off or getting distracted?  Like barking "Focus! Focus! Focus!" at you?  It is a really effective technique for getting your head back in the game, and a very interesting insight into his personality; I am just wondering if others have experienced this.

Anyhoo,  time to wrap up.  Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one.

Lord Azazel Sigil of Summoning.  For Invocation and Ritual Work.

  

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (IDay 1)

Monday, August 31, 2020.

On this date, I once again began preparations to invoke Lord Azazel.  From the magician forum on the Become A Living God (BALG) website [1] (no affiliation), I read that several practitioners found Lord Azazel was partial to sweet food and drink, and in particular enjoyed an offering of root beer.  This information in hand, I set forth an offering of an apple pastry and a full glass of root beer.

Remembering my experience during the previous invocation, I was hoping that Lord Azazel would not instruct me to drink the glass, as I particularly dislike the taste of root beer.  As it turned out, my fears were unfounded (thank goodness.)

Preliminaries completed, I began the ritual proper.

Lord Azazel's voice came through, quieter and more measured than the previous time.  I asked and received permission to write notes during the ceremony.  I then asked if the offerings were acceptable to him, and he answered "Yes. They are acceptable."  Then he waited, as if he expected me to keep asking questions like a pestering child. I felt humbled at this realization, and asked him meekly if he would speak.  He began. He spoke quickly, as before, but when he saw me beginning to bog down he would pause and allow me to finish the thought.  I was truly grateful for this.

Listen and you will be taught all you need to know about the coming apocalypse.  

There will be three signs.  The first will be darkness upon the earth, and the second will be misery upon mankind.  The third will be the opening of the skies and the coming forth of the Gods.

You must stand with the Gods, for none may stand before them.
You are counted among our number.

Focus on exercises that have a martial aspect.  The fist, the club, the knife.  The gun as well.

Lord Azazel, will you assist me in exercising and becoming battle-ready?

Yes. I will show you the best methods of doing both.  I will show them to you, and you must train and practice diligently. Begin now.

You must remain steadfast; do not falter.  I will keep you from harm.

What magical exercises should I perform?

Pray to the Gods, those that you have chosen.  Invoke them daily, as part of magical ritual.

And meditation?

Meditation, yes.  Meditate on War, and become Warlike.  A warrior. Be True.

Move your body and train, I will do the rest.

Lord Azazel, when you said to invoke you seven times, was last week the first time, or do the invocations start today?
(I felt a bit silly asking this, but it was necessary.)

This is Day One.

Lord Azazel, is the sigil that I am currently using adequate, or is there another that you would like me to use in its place?

I will give you a sigil for use as a talisman, to keep with you at all times.  I will also give you a sigil to invoke me.  You will receive them through meditation.  

(At this, I thanked him profusely.  I was kneeling in the circle, and I raised myself up in an attitude of praise, with the palms of my hands forward, just feeling his energy.  At that time, in a mirror across the room, I saw that Lord Azazel's shadow was cast on the wall behind me in the candlelight.  He was standing directly behind me as I knelt, and his wings were on either side of me.  My entire body was covered in chills, from my head to my toes. Chills just washing over me.  It was fucking amazing.  Then, as before, his presence ebbed out and dissipated, like a wave receding from the sand.  The ritual was done.)

Notes:
The message given by Lord Azazel was dark indeed.  There is no denying that fact.  Many of us are receiving the same messages, to prepare for events on this material plane that will be challenging and unpleasant.  However, the inherent resiliency of  Humanity comforts me, and our capacity for spiritual evolution.  It is my firm belief that we will persevere, come what may.  In the event we or our loved ones do perish in some unforeseen calamity, be reassured that the gates of Death (through which all must pass eventually) open on a continuing existence. 
Though I do realize that this information may not placate everyone who is faced with the scariest shit they have ever seen; here's hoping it gives some of us a glimmer of hope.

That said; get out there and smell some goddamned flowers for criminy's sake.  Jump in the water, laugh, cry, eat something delicious, drink something tasty.  Hug more, "motherfuck" less. 
I'll join you, after I hit the gym.

Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one.


Bibliography:
Become a Living God:  https://forum.becomealivinggod.com/

Invocation of Azazel- Answering the Call (Intro)

On Friday night, 8/22/2020, I was instructed in a dream to invoke Lord Azazel.  In my dream, I was walking up a rocky hill, covered with short green grass, at night.  There was moonlight over the landscape, and I believe torchlight (?) lighting the scene.

As I crested the top of the hill, I noted a circle carved into the grass and earth before me.  The circle was notable in that: It was older, like the ruts of  vehicle tracks in a grassy country lane, and the circle had a path leading into it, meaning that it was open at the bottom, or the direction I was walking toward it.  I replicated the shape for my invocation ritual, photo below.  As I walked the name "Azazel" resounded around me in the beautiful, wild surroundings.  "Azazel, Azazel, Azazel."

Being a Magician, I knew exactly what was expected of me when I saw the Circle, namely that I was to enter it and invoke the spirit Azazel, who, other than the name and some knowledge gleaned from conversation, was unknown to me.

Being an idiot, I immediately fucked it up (in my dream).  The voice that was speaking the name of Azazel said "You are facing South," "South is the direction," and words to that effect.  As I walked, I began to speak the name "Azazel," and felt him enter my being; and thus I entered the circle via the pathway.  But my mind took over, and I thought something like "But north is the infernal direction, that's why he is telling me where south is," and I walked to the southern end of the circle and turned around to face north.  That is when I felt a sense of fatherly disappointment, like an askance look and a slight shake of the head, and I was confused.

That is where the dream morphed into me speaking to an unknown person who I was helping pot plants in a greenhouse/enclosed porch setting, and the name Azazel was prominent there as well.  I don't know why I was sent to this place, but I love to pot plants.  It calms me, and pulls me out of my overactive thinking mind and into a focused, purpose-driven mindspace. In retrospect, this transition makes sense. And... that's where the dream faded.

Throughout the next day, and also throughout the next, I researched Lord Azazel as thoroughly as I could possibly do, as I am currently travelling for work and my options are, as it turns out, limited to internet searches over intermittent wi-fi.

In my searches, I found one overwhelming theme that bothered me, a lot.  Namely, the use of Agrippa's seal of  Saturn [1] as the sigil of Lord Azazel.  Why is this so prevalent?  And why is it so accepted?  It feels so wrong to me.

In my gnosis, the energy presented is Lunar.  His spirit is Martial; left-pillar dominant. There is a severity to him, and a restless activity.  A tendency toward movement, progression, action, and focus.  Not the solemn, black cloud of Saturnine inevitability.  Perhaps my judgement is off; in that case, I apologize for my error.  In any case, due to that internal guidance, I was drawn to the sigil  presented by the staff of Satan and Suns (no affiliation) on their encyclopedia page for Azazel. [2] Once again, your mileage may vary; in fact, they too present his planet as Saturn.  Hmmm.  I'll stick to my guns for now.

In any case, I made my decision to invoke Lord Azazel, using that sigil, on Monday night.

This is the ritual I prepared.  Please see the bibliography for more reference.

The circle laid out in candles, with red candle to the south. An offering of wine in a goblet.  The Sigil, displayed on the southern wall, large.   Face south, looking down the path across the circle, looking at the Sigil. Begin with meditation on the name and sigil of Azazel until you feel the flow of his current.  Enter the circle via the path.

Evoco Domine Azazel!

(11X) Eya On Ca Azazel Aken

(Vibrate) ARCHON TOTOU SE'IRIM - AZA'ZYEL - ABA HA NEPHILIM - ZA-ZA-E'IL - RADRAB HA-SAHARIM - VAL-NA-HATH-ORTH - AZAZEL - MALS-PE

(7X) Mezeryn ven onzaul Azazel onzaul teay vydeyn Azazel onzaul

Great Lord Azazel, I, (name) stand before you in answer to your call.
As a Man, I sit in your presence a student before a great Master, and willingly accept your teachings.
As a Magician, I seek your blessings and the deepest dark wisdom that you may bestow.
I accept your Words and will fulfill your Requests.
I invoke thee of mine own free will, into my body, into my mind, that thou mayst speak to me whatsoever thou wilt.

(4X) Aezan Tala Zador Katan Asal.

Lord Azazel spoke to me, his voice brisk, businesslike, authoritative.  No nonsense.
He told me to prepare for war, to gird myself for battle.  This war is to be fought both on the physical plane AND the spiritual.  That although I was a chosen one, in that I was chosen by him, I was not "The Chosen One," so strike that thought. (This almost made me chuckle a bit, but I caught myself) He then showed me a vision of an army of Black Magicians, a swelling, growing magical and physical force in whose ranks I am counted.  He once again stressed the paramount importance of making myself battle-ready, both physically and spiritually/magically.

He became impatient as my mind began to tangent off, envisioning the words he was saying.  "FOCUS!  Train your mind, and train your body."  I asked a question of him, about issues with a certain person in my life, and he snapped back "They are not the problem. YOU are!"  Which made me feel very muted and introspective for a second.  We spoke on other things that I will not cover here.

I asked him if it was permissible to drink some of the wine offered to him in order to take his essence into myself, and he said "Drink ALL of it. Wine is the nectar of War!" and further instructed me to drain the whole thing in one draught.  At this, I felt trepidation, because it was a big goddamn goblet and there was a lot of wine in it. But I did it, although it took about five swallows, and one last trickle that was left in the bottom. Wowza.

In closing, Lord Azazel said that our conversations were not over by any means.  He instructed me to invoke him in the same manner, on the same day, seven times.  I agreed that I would, and both stated and radiated love and gratitude toward him.  He departed thereafter like a wave receding from a shoreline.

Notes-
The circle that I cast was composed of tea lights, which I kept lit through the invocation ceremony. Before we began conversing, though, I felt it would be safer to extinguish the tealights as they presented a burn hazard, both to me and the floor surface at that point. Lord Azazel was in agreement, and waited as I laboriously pinched them out.  They looked awesome though, and I think he appreciated it anyway.

This will, of course, be the first post in a series.  I really haven't figured blogger out to the point I can categorize and put serial posts in one locations yet...  Hopefully it can be done, but in the interim there may be posts staggered in.  Please bear with me if this is the case.

Thank you for dropping by! And as always, I hope that your day is a pleasant one, and your night as well.

I didn't add any filters or modify this photo in any way. I don't know why it looks like this.

Bibliography-
Satan and Suns - https://demonsanddemonolatry.com/watcher-angel-and-prince-of-the-fallen-darkness-lord-azazel/
VK Jehannum - https://vkjehannum.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/magickal-chants-to-azazel/
Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, Of Occult Philosophy, Book II, Pt. 2 http://www.esotericarchives.com/agrippa/agripp2b.htm

Convocation

IO! HO:

Hear thou me!

I am a son of Qayin and a daughter of Lilith.

The Witchblood floweth in my veins.

I stand before you with blood on my hands, a curse upon my lips, and joy in my heart.

The sign of the Adversary is marked upon my brow, and the Flame of Darkness burns within my soul.

Magician, Sorcerer, Conjuror, Spellbinder, Witch, Warlock- these things I am, and more.

Hearken unto me, o Spirits which I name, for now is the hour of darkness and the Work is at hand.

Wellcome Museum Collection CC 4.0

The Efficacy of Satanic Prayer

Welcome back, dear reader.  Today we are going to take a shallow dive into deep and controversial waters, and discuss the power and effectiveness of  prayer as a magical practice.

Before we do, I would like to clarify several things.  I have labeled myself a "Satanist," and indeed I categorize myself a theistic Satanist; but I do not ally myself with ANY group with "Satanist" or "Satanism" or "Theistic Satanism" as either a title or ethos.  This includes groups such as the Satanic Church, the Church of Satan, Joy of Satan (especially), or any of the atheistic groups such as the Satanic Temple.  My magical beliefs, theories and practices are based on research and gnosis gained by personal interactions with deities themselves; who have proved themselves to be objectively real.

That said, I would be completely amiss, and in fact a giant dickhead, if  I pretended not to have benefited from some of these organizations and their publications.  In point of fact, the first liturgical magic ritual I ever performed, at age 18, was from LaVey's "Satanic Bible."  Thank you very much, comprehensive college library.

Back on point:  In a previous post, I cautioned against interactions with religious persons whose earnest prayers take the shape of a curse against the person or situation they are ostensibly praying "for."   These prayers, in effect, become magical spells of varying degrees of potency, and pose a probable threat to the unwary practitioner.

In the same manner, prayer can very effectively be used by the magician.  Merriam-Webster defines prayer as "an address, (such as a petition) to God or a god in word or thought." [1]  In terms of a petition, pleading to a spirit for assistance has been done since time immemorial.  But, as I remarked to a colleague once, you must choose your gods wisely, and be darn sure they know who you are; i.e. have developed a relationship with them that isn't just all take and no give. 

The recommended formula for this kind of prayer is Dedication - Invocation - Petition - Acceptance - Gratitude.  Of course, without gratitude, all spiritual interactions are meaningless, and the Formula loses all potency.

The need for respectfulness toward the entity and being conscientious and reliable toward them cannot be overstated, let me be clear.  That said, I have on occasion made, shall we say, "emergency pleas" for various acute situations, but of course I make certain to follow them up with whatever actions were necessary. And of course, Gratitude.

The most powerful form of address (referencing the definition), in my opinion, is praise and gratitude.  These prayers, offered up as a heartfelt sacrifice to the deity, rise like sweet incense to their ears, like a beautiful offering upon your altar.  Spoken aloud so the universe can attend, the practitioner invokes and glorifies their name upon the planes, every word glowing in the aether, and every syllable edifying and strengthening the powerful bond of the deity and the devotee, merging and melding spirit and soul in the Flame of the numinous.  Seekest thou Power? Herein is Power.

Another, much, much more intense (and intensive) methodology of devotion can be found in Aleister Crowley's Liber Astarte vel Berylli sub figura CLXXV.  [2] I believe it is, at the very least, worthy of a read through; though as said before, your mileage may vary.

In the video I have attached, entitled "Father's Day Prayer to Lord Satan," the wonderful Teala Petrova (with whom I am not affiliated)  makes a powerful, heartfelt, beautiful prayer of gratitude to Father Satan.  [3] The actual prayer begins at the 11 minute mark; prior to this, she explains what she is about to do and why, then meditates.  You can see the power washing over and through her, you can feel it.  My eyes tear up when I watch this.  There may be plenty of "magical" charlatans out there trying to sell you shit, but Teala is the real deal.

In summary- never underestimate the power and efficacy of magical prayer.  I hope you make it a priority.  Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope the remainder of your day is as amazing as this video.

  

Re-dedication to the Path

So, here's a few thoughts.

The life of a magical practitioner is not an easy one.  Right?  Although we do have insight into, shall we say, things that are hidden from most of the populace, the knowledge and practice of this stuff  brings its own special brand of stress.  And on top of that, maintaining our mundane lives is continually becoming more and more, just, complex as fuck.  And unlike the Hollywood perception of the magical arts, we can't just twinkle our fingers and bibbity-bobbity all of that shit away... at least, not all the time.

Things can get pretty overwhelming.  There is always the tendency for our simple creature selves to begin to neglect our practices, and incrementally edge away from things we know we need to be doing in order to progress.

Not only that, but there is also a tendency to begin to edge away, gradually, from our spiritual mentors, protectors, and patrons.  This is unfortunate, but sometimes human nature prevails and due to various external forces we start to let things slide.

All things considered, we would be well served by moments of reflection;  by stepping back and reviewing our actions and activities.  Have I been offering respect and dedication to the gods?  Have I been maintaining my meditations and rituals, refining my spirituality?  Or am I, in a sense, straying from the Path? 

These are questions that I believe the Magician should be asking daily.  Each time you pinpoint a failing, make that an opportunity to re-dedicate yourself to this journey of spiritual evolution that we have chosen.  Shake off whatever has distracted you from your practice, and push on.  Remember, to all these ends come a great Reward.

Thank you for reading thus far, and may your day be a pleasant one.

Vision Journey Through the Sphere of Nahemoth (Qliphoth)

In December 2018, I initiated through the Qliphothic sphere of Nahemoth, the Womb of the Dark Tree, the Gate to the Realms.  Approximately three (?) days after, I prayed to Lady Nahema to be permitted to journey through her beautiful Sphere, and gain as much knowledge as possible from the experience.  That night, via ritual, I passed beyond this material plane and was transported through the Pillars of Nahemoth.
No alcohol or any substances were consumed prior.

MY GUIDE
Having passed through the Pillars, I entered a land, not dark, not light, but pale.  I stood as it were in a waiting area, an area of departure.  A guide presented himself to me, in this manner:  First, the yellow eye of a bird, filling my field of view; then slowly drawing back to reveal a black-feathered, black-beaked head.  The eye moved intensely, raking me over, side to side, up, down.  It DRILLED through me, seeing everything.  When it was satisfied, the bird coalesced into a man/woman, wearing beautiful robes and an intricately filigreed crown.  I cannot describe the face of the person.  The person was sitting on a camel, which was adorned with what I described in my notes as "gold trappings, bejeweled with rubies, topaz, emeralds..."  I described the color of the camel as either "all black or all white;" and as I recall it could have been either, at any time.  I realize my description of this may confuse the reader, but truly I cannot describe it any other way.  I radiated an offering of love to the beast, and he accepted it and allowed me to respectfully touch him and stroke him.  My guide said his name to me, three times, and each time the name was different; but each time it began with "P."  "Parimis" or a similar sound was one of the names, I think.  I realized after that my guide was none other than the great spirit King Paimon, or at least an avatar of his.  I was incredibly grateful to him, and I expressed this to him.  His recognition of this was a small smile and a nod, as I remember.

WOLVES OF THE BLACK PLAIN
We left the Pillars and set off across the Black Plain.  The Black Plain was like unto a grasslands, like a prairie or a steppe, and as we walked, three creatures came before us, and maintained their distance.  They looked like wolves, but they were not.  They were ominous, but I was not afraid of them.  "What do they want?" I asked my Guide.  "They wish to feed on you," he said.  "Should I let them?" I asked.  "Most do not let them do this," he replied.  I decided that I would allow them to feed on me, and cut my fingertips so the blood dripped out.  I held my hands out for them and they walked over to me in a very shy manner, and gently lapped the blood from my fingers, much like a dog licking gravy.  Then the three creatures came close and very happily rubbed their bodies against me, like three big loving dogs;  they encircled me, enveloped me, and became part of me.  In my notes, I wrote, "They are my Vargs and I am of them."  I cannot attest to the accuracy of this statement, but they are most definitely still powerfully with me, and I love them.

THE STAR
We continued along the path through the Black Plain, and came to what appeared to be a bridge.  To the side of the bridge came two people; these people were corpses, but they walked.  I recognized them right away.  My Guide asked me a question, which I cannot print here.  When I answered he said, "Then you must walk this narrow path, and go to the Flaming Star ahead."  The corpses dissolved, and I mounted the bridge and stepped out onto the very narrow path to the Star.  I walked to the blinding dome of the Star, and placed my hands on it.  The Star rushed into me, and filled me, and drew me into its core.  Within the core of the Star, my astral armor was changed and strengthened.  Whereas before it was black metal, it turned into reddish-amber material, somewhat translucent(?).  It reminds me sort of how the bodies of red ants look under magnification.  And it is covered in curved spikes now.  My sword was shiny metal; but it was transformed into what looks like black glass, or obsidian, much like the material that composes the throne of King Adramelech.  Other weapons were similarly strengthened.

THE HOUSE OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS
We then traveled beyond the Star, and came to the House of Earthly Delights.  Within the House resided the virgin daughters of Na'amah, beautiful, ravenous; Vampires of the highest order.  They came to me and seduced me, with the pleasures and pain of the Flesh.  I offered  them my sexual fluids and they drained them from me.  I offered them my blood, and from their beautiful mouths came tongues of silver, which they sank into my veins and drank.  They drank until I no longer existed, till I disintegrated, but my body returned in another form and behold, I too possessed a tongue of silver.  This tongue I sank into each of them and drank, giving them glory, thanks and Love for this precious gift of Vampirism.

THE CAULDRON
We then passed beyond the House, continuing on our path, until we reached a place desolate, dark and barren.  Much like a rocky crag overlooking the sea; but here there was no wind, but deep silence and a darkness that encroached like the blackness of Space.  Here I beheld a Cauldron.
The Cauldron was huge, towering over me; dark, composed of a blackened metal.  Something about it beckoned unto me, and also repelled me (in the sense of  pushing me back, rather than disgust).  "Shall I pass within?"  I asked, looking up at my Guide.  "No, you must not," he replied emphatically.  "What is it for?" I asked, and he replied "You are asking the wrong question. It is enough to know that it is."  We both looked at the Cauldron for a short while, then my Guide instructed me to place my hands upon it.  I placed my hands on the cold, cold metal surface, and was filled with the sense that it was extremely old, ages upon ages old.  I was also struck with a feeling, an inarticulate gnosis about this powerful thing, which I tried to articulate in my notes by writing "It was something else, entirely."  I do not understand it, to this day.

THE CITY OF THE NEPHILIM
We passed beyond the Cauldron, and came to a low cliff wall.  In the wall was a gate, which opened, letting light into the darkness of the place we were in.  From the light emerged hooded figures.  One of the figures, tall, noble, approached and addressed us.  He introduced himself as being "of the Grigori."  Before us lay the City of the Nephilim, the name of which is C-------s.  I offered him respect, and gave deference to him, and he recognized me as one of his own and embraced me.  He then led us into the City, and a large crowd of people came to me, and surrounded me, embracing me as family and giving me gifts.  From them I received a weapon, named "A------," in the form of a crossbow.  I also received from them a beautiful Chalice, among other things.  I remained speaking with the one who was "of the Grigori" for a long time.  In one of our conversations, I remember asking if it was possible to gain physical immortality, and he looked at me for a wry moment before gesturing toward the crowd of people and stating, very dryly, "WE are all dead."  And yet they remain.  As I wrote in my notes, "That answer was satisfactory."

THE BLACK SEA
We took our leave of the City, and passed beyond the gates.  Beyond the gates was a shoreline, the shoreline of a Great Black Sea.  A great Black Sea with no waves or motion, still as a pool in a cave.  The pale sky stretched down to the far horizon, and at the liminis, the stars and blackness of Space.  I knew then that my journey was at an end.  I do not remember what I said to my Guide, but I remember gratitude and great Love.  I then re-entered my physical body, and was shaking and overcome. I rushed from the darkness of my room and wrote down everything that I could remember, as quickly as possible, but the memories were already fading and blurring.  I wish I could recapture every detail, and it pains me deeply that I cannot.

I realize that this narrative may seem a bit disjointed and poesy to the reader, but that was how my recollections came back to me.  Like the voice of someone singing their memories of a dream.
Anyway, this is the gist of it, my recollection of walking the Qliphothic Sphere of Nahemoth.  Some of you may have similar experiences, and I would love to hear them, but I have a very strong feeling that not everyone "gets the same ride," so to speak.  If you have any insight into the Cauldron, especially, as I find it intriguing.

Hail to thee, Lady Na'amah, Nahema, Na Ama Hema!!! You are beautiful, lifted on High, thou Great and Glorious Goddess!!! May your Throne be Exalted.  Thank you for permitting me entrance to your realm,  for providing me passage, for thy Gifts.  Great gratitude and Love to your beautiful Daughters, for their attentions and their gifts.  And thank you to my esteemed Guide, the King Paymon, Paimonius Rex, who Named me, and who guides me with wisdom and Grace.  Thanks and Gratitude Abounding!!!

Fin.

Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one.

Lord Mammon's Ritual of Healing

Shield and Ground.
 
Meditate.

Imagine a Star in your mind. It is a star, out in space, a burning orb.

Imagine that you are within this Star, and it is you.

Feel the power of the Star filling your body, healing your body, making all come together, all mend.

The Power of the Star is within you, and you are made of the healing light of the Star.

Now focus on the area that wish to heal/repair.

The Light of the Star should blaze in that area, so bright you must close your eyes, so bright it burns.

Let it.

Then see it healed in your mind's eye, and breathe.

That is all.

(Channeled February 2020)

Day 21- 1/7/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

Tuesday, January 7, 2020.  As I prepared for the final invocation of Lord Mammon, I was no longer filled with the wistful, sad emotions of the day before.  I was, in fact, a bit excited and hopeful. I was also a bit proud of making it to the end of the cycle without missing one appointment, as there were a few obstacles and scheduling issues that needed to be finagled, as my grandpa would say.  All in all, I was in quite a good mood, and looking forward to the conversation we would have.  Lord Mammon spoke, his voice bright and cheery.

I am here.

I come to you on the final day of the invocation cycle to tell you you have pleased me and have done well.

This is a good thing, and will last you all the days of your life.

Call upon me, and I will come, and commune with you on all matters, great and small. 
You must keep up your meditations and daily practices if you are to succeed. I will ensure that this is so.

Keep to your rituals, perform them when you can, make them an exercise in greatness and power. Exude Power. Make power spark out of you, like a great bonfire bursting forth. This is the way to align with the creative force of the universe, of the soul.

I know you had questions to ask me, but we will answer them in due time.

Make yourself aligned with me. (At this point Lord Mammon aligned with me. I felt his energy melding and coursing through me, it is hard to describe.)

Be thou a Flame, let yourself burn brightly.

I love thee. I am within thee. 

We will do great things.

THAT IS ALL!

Notes:
And so dear reader, the 21 day Invocation of Lord Mammon came to a close.  This may have been the end of the ritual, but the truth and power of the experience remain forever.

I am deeply grateful to have participated in this event, and I thank Joshua Savage (Zaenara) and V.K. Jehannum for making it possible.  And of course, I thank Lord Mammon for accepting me as a pupil for 21 days, and for his patience, good humor, and the eternal, unfathomable font of his wisdom.  The experience has truly changed me, and I am forever grateful.  I know I said that before. I don't care.

I did have questions for Lord Mammon, and I suppose I had some poorly conceived plan to launch them at him on the last day like a final hail mary pass, but as he indicated, we have plenty of time to cover everything.

As I draw the curtain on this series, I imagine the reader has at one point or other contemplated performing similar magick.  I would say, listen to your intuition first of all.  When something like this is presented to you and you feel that initial draw toward it, hesitation is the enemy.  Make your divination if necessary, and act.

And to you, Dear Reader, Fellow Traveler, O Longsuffering One,  do I offer my final thanks.  Thank you so, so much for choosing to take this voyage with me, and sticking around till we reached this final destination.  Here's hoping you traveled well.

Stick around the Black Pylon, should you choose, for forthcoming content.

Thank you all once again, and may your day be a pleasant one.

Day 20- 1/6/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

Day 20.  Monday, January 26, 2020.  This was the second-to-last day of the invocation cycle, and this thought was wistfully on my mind prior to the invocation.  Lord Mammon spoke, his voice more businesslike than usual.

I am here. Write.

You are doing much better than expected. I foresee great things from you, both as a magician and a man, a scholar. You are doing well.

This is the second to last day of our invocation cycle, yes.

I would like to teach you a ritual that you can use to rid yourself of blockages, especially from the enemy. Take note:

• Stand facing East with arms raised high. State loudly:  I am the God of Me. I am the ruler of my fate, the guardian of my destiny. Whatever befalls, I make my own path, and I prevail at all times.
• Turn to the North. State loudly:  Here I stand, Man upon Earth, and the earth lies beneath my feet. I stand upon this throne, I command the rock and sea.
• Turn to the West. State loudly:  I am placed upon the throne of the Sun. I command the Stars to Shine, the Moon to rise, the worlds to spin. In my hands are the movements of the Spheres.
• Turn to the South. State loudly:  Within my Soul burns the Flame above all flames. The Flame of Satan burneth within me, and I within it. From my eyes this Flame proceedeth. From my mouth this Flame proceedeth. From my hands come lightning and thunder, and the earth trembles at my Steps.
• Throw back your head and cry aloud:

O RA NIA AL AK NO FE OT (Sounds like "ah," with a glottal stop.)
I AM MADE OF STARS, AND THEY OF ME.

This will clear out the residual leavings of your former life. Do this as many times as you must, but only once a day. You must put as much of yourself into this ritual as you can, project into it.
Imagine the Universe swirling around you, and stars being created and destroyed. This will help you on the Way. Is this clear?

Good. This is what you need, and what you get. (very emphatic)

Continue in your writing, the concept will flesh itself out in the coming days. It will become easier as you go, you will gain momentum.

Lie down.  (once again he performed a working in me).


That is all.


Notes:
When I said Lord Mammon's voice sounded more business like than usual, it was as if he was waving away my wistfulness.  "Yes, yes. But we have work to do."  It did snap me out of it, and back on track with the invocation.  I realize as well (at this late date), that some of his statements may seem rhetorically out of place, such as when he says "This is the second to last day of our invocation cycle, yes."  In those cases, he is responding to a random thought I had, which of course he could hear as we were mentally melded, as it were, in invocation.  I hope that helps somewhat.  He wasn't just randomly blurting things out; but I was, in that respect, randomly writing everything he said down.
 
This ritual, which I have notated as "Mammon's Rite of Self-Purification,"  is very powerful.  If you approach it as a ritual, with all ritual preparations, and not just words you are yelling into the void, you will have powerful results.  Actually, that is good advice for any ritual, come to think of it.


ALSO:  When a spirit admonishes you to only do something once a day, take heed.  There is a very good reason for this.  I don't know what it is, but I will never, never find out anyway, so it's just as well.  I hope you take this advice as well, dear reader.

EDIT- (I forgot to mention this previously, even though it had been on my mind throughout the day.  Boo.)  The discerning reader will no doubt have noticed that in Mammon's Rite of Self-Purification, the corners are called from East to South in a counter-clockwise direction, or "widdershins."  This is the classical direction of banishment, of unwinding and returning.  In this sense, it is truly meant to drive out the vestiges of the enemy, and also create a strong foundation behind for the building or rebuilding of the Magician on the path.  I won't get into all my speculation on the ritual, but let me present in counterpoint the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, which being performed deosil and calling upon the names of the enemy, is without a doubt an invocation rather than a banishing.  The MRSP draws out the enemy, and the LBRP calls him in.  I would strongly advise beginning magicians to forgo using the classic LBRP completely.

In terms of banishing unwanted presences, try the Star Ruby on for size, or create your own ritual.  I would caution, however, that the Chaos technique of  "banishing with laughter" is not always effective for all entities... but once again, your mileage may vary.  Thanks for reading, end edit. 

Thank you for reading thus far, o longsuffering reader, and may your day be a pleasant one. 

Day 19- 1/5/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

This was Sunday, the 5th of January.  Only three days remained in the 21 day invocation of Lord Mammon. 
I set out all the preparatory items, and immersed myself in the ritual.  The presence of Lord Mammon washed over me.


I am here, I am within you.


Listen to the words I speak.  You are engaged in folly; this is not acceptable.  The folly is believing in the path of righteousness.  You must build a new path within you, a path clear of the strictures of scriptures.


Where is it written that a man follow blindly, and be recompensed for his deeds?


(I didn't speak it, but my thoughts went directly to the source, that instrument of slavery, the Bible.)


Yes, in a book of Lies.  This is not acceptable.  You must clear yourself of the influences of this book, and move away from them.  You must not ally yourself with forces that only seek your destruction.  People and things of that nature are not to be tolerated.


Be thou strong.  Be aware, be mindful of the influences of the enemy, and thwart him at every turn.


Lord Mammon, I have to interact with my fundamentalist parents and relatives on occasion.  They claim to "pray" for me, and exhort others to do so.  How should I deal with this?

Block them, shield yourself from them, do not interact.  Pray to us (spirits) for guidance.  During these times, we will come and protect you.


Lord Mammon, you said I was engaged in folly.  Where does this folly lie in me, and how can I be freed from it?


It lies in the inner workings of your heart and mind.   You have the ideas of the enemy ingrained into your personality and soul, and must cast them out.   I will show you how.  We will perform a ritual together and take care of this.


I will be with you. Keep up your practices. That is all.


Notes: 
In a draft version of this post, this was the point where I launched into a bitter polemic concerning my religious upbringing.  I realize now that this was unnecessary.  Instead, let me say this.


There is an old saying that goes along the lines of, "That which can heal can also kill, and that which can kill can also heal," or something like that, an apothecary's dictum.


Please be wary, dear reader, of those who "pray" for you; like as not, they will be "praying"  for you to change, or fall in line with some ideology they hold, or become or do something.  As an example, in my childhood I heard a very close relative exhort the "lord" to use "Whatever means necessary" to bring some straying relative back to the fold.  Even as a child, this evoked a shudder from me... what if the relative became very ill, or lost a limb, or some other horrifying "means" meted by the deity as necessary?


This, fellow practitioner, is obviously a curse.  More insidious though are the inroads that prayers are attempting to make on your Will.


In closing, might I offer you these words of advice:  Be aware, be wary, and beware. Keep your defenses up!  And PREVAIL.


Thank you for reading thus far, and may your day be a pleasant (and safe) one.

Day 18- 1/4/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

On this date, I had been incorporating the shielding and grounding exercise that Lord Mammon prescribed the day before, and found the results satisfactory.  Perhaps for this reason, I was in a very good mood prior to the invocation. 
All preparations in order, I began the ritual. 


I am here.


I am ready to teach you something of the way to summon all things you desire.


There is a truth you must allow; it is that there are 2 things holding you to this material plane.


The first is that you are bound by the strictures of time and space; and the second is that you are constrained by the coils of mortality.


These things you must accept, and move forward.


The lesson is this: When you request an item, you must make yourself the owner of the concept, the idea, of the item. It must be yours, in your very soul. Think upon it, play with it, imagine it. Touch it in your thoughts.


It must be real to you, more real than the air you breathe, the ground you walk upon, the items you touch. Make your imaginings powerful, longing, powerful as lust.


What about love interests and health concerns?


All is tangible upon this plane.  Love is a feeling, it touches you within; health is a reality, it effects your very existence.  Think on them as things.


Can one manifest a more youthful appearance, and an extended lifespan in the same manner?


Yes, this can also be done, this is also a part of reality.


Make the desire for youth and longevity part of your daily practice, and you will see results. You already have, to an extent.


But remember in the end you will die, as surely as all who have come before, albeit at a greater age than most.


(Here I asked a question about a private concern, redacted.  I realize the answer may not make sense contextually, sorry.)


Yes, you would be; and we are already working on a solution to that problem.  Your request has been made manifest to the universe, and the universe is in agreement.  Soon.  But be prepared for the cost. We, the gods, can help you throughout, but you must keep an open communication throughout as well.  Trust in me.


(At this point, although it was pretty late in the game and we had done multiple rituals in my closet space prior, I felt compelled to ask whether the current ritual space was adequate.)


Yes, this is satisfactory. We make do.


Is there anything more you would like to tell me?


Yes.  Keep your wits about you.  Be cognizant of the works and acts of others who work against you. Keep your shielding/grounding practices.  This too shall pass, but there will always be other challenges arising.  But keep the faith.


(Here I sensed him smiling; he was being sincere, but also found humor in the irony of his statement. I grinned as well.)


Thank you!!


You are welcome.  There is one more thing:  You will be getting what you want soon.  Follow the path prescribed, and you will (redacted) as you wish.  We are with you!  We are one.  Call upon me and I am there.  That is all.


Notes:
I think everyone, at one point, has wished for physical immortality.  I must admit, the idea has been attractive to me as well; but of course there are deep ethical and philosophical issue involved with the concept.  Do you wish to be the only immortal, living on and on as your peers and relatives fall; or do you want EVERYONE to live on and on, never suffering a natural demise as the planet becomes blanketed with our kind?  And should every species be immortal as well, or just the humans?   Etc., on and on the arguments weave.


On one occasion, I was permitted the opportunity to converse with an esteemed guide, a denizen of the City of the Nephilim, and asked him if it was possible to cheat death.  "We are all dead," he replied dryly, waving his hand at the surrounding City.  Nevertheless, the fantasy of the possibility of physical immortality  had persisted in a tiny corner of my thoughts.


Lord Mammon's lesson is immutable.  Reality is plastic, and we can mold it to our desires.  New channels will carve outward from the riverbeds, weather will change, people will change (or be exchanged), wealth will flow into your pockets, your health will improve, you will live a long and fruitful life... but you cannot reverse the flow of Time, or escape the inevitability of Death. 


Such is Life, and such is this material plane. 


But please do not let the inevitability of timelines leave you sad, or dejected, dear reader. Despite the fact that the molecules of our body of flesh will pass on, be assured, Immortality resides within us all.  If this fact has not made itself manifest to you at this point in your existence, well... let's just say at some point it will.


Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one. 

Day 17- 1/3/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

When I performed the invocation on this date, I experienced a sense of mental interference, almost electrical in nature, like the "snow" pattern on an old television.  An anesthetic fuzziness.  I could tell it was an outside influence, something intruding.  After I had written the first two sentences, the message garbled and I had to stop, cross out my nonsensical notes, and entreat Lord Mammon to bring me clarity and protect me from whatever was interfering.
After that, the invocation proceeded without interruption. 


I am here.


There are 2 things I wish to speak to you about. The first is that you are doing well. I have been observing your meditations and they are to my liking. 


Add therefore one more item to your list of meditation practices; keep your mind focused on what you desire and it will come to pass.  Keep your eyes forward, looking to the thing you most require and you will see fruit. It will come to pass.  Do not be discouraged.


Lord Mammon, I often have trouble finding the time to perform things that are necessary.


You will make time.  Speak and it will be done.  Say “I need the time to accomplish this or that,” and the time will be allotted.  It is not difficult.


Now to the second thing. You need to be aware that there are forces working against you, they are aware of what you are doing and are opposed.


How will I protect myself against them?


Shielding and grounding, calling upon me, and upon those who have protected you in the past.


How does one shield?


Face the east. Draw a cross before you.


(Here he placed a vision in my head of the formation of the cross, which I drew in my notes.  The cross starts at top center; draw straight down. Draw back up to top center, then draw a diagonal down to the right.  Draw straight across to the left. This makes a “plus” sign rather than a traditional barred cross.  A diagram is posted below.)


Say “ I invoke the power of (spirit's name) and their protection.” Repeat to the 4 quarters.


Is it beneficial to call upon a protective spirit such as the Goetikon for this?


Yes, but it is best to call upon those you have worked with in the past.


What do you mean by grounding?


It is to call the energies of the earth into you, from your feet up to your crown. You will feel it rising and calming you.


(At this time I expressed my anger and a wish to confront and destroy those unknown entities who were actively opposing me.  I desired to call upon my allies and go on an astral, a spiritual, hunting party so to speak.)


Do not address them at this time. The secret is invisibility and subterfuge. If they are not aware of you, they can’t act accordingly.


Thank you for helping me!


You are welcome.  Continue writing; if you are blocked, ask for help.  Shield and ground prior, and prior to any undertaking you require assistance in.  Push forward.   Do not be afraid.  You are in good hands.


Can you help me with the Tarot?


I can assist you with the Tarot, ask and I will give you lessons.  You are much further along the path than you realize.  You are gifted, but don’t let it go to your head.  Learn every day, be a student and a teacher if the opportunity arises. 


Can you teach me how to use the pendulum?


The pendulum is easily taught; it is intuitive, but you must sanctify and shield prior to avoid outside influence.

To fulfill my vow, are blogging, YouTube, and music ok?


Yes. Do all these things.


(At this time he asked me to lie down and he worked within me again.  When he was done, he released me and was gone.)


Notes: 
When I said I was angry, I meant I was enraged.  I have been spiritually attacked in the past, and before I knew how to counteract the influence, I suffered, and my family suffered.  Upon gaining further knowledge, I began to fight back against these attacks with every weapon at my disposal, and every spirit that I could call upon for help.  Each of these spirits has remained a valuable and beloved ally to me.  In fact, one of them actually came to me offering his help in destroying an enemy, which I gladly accepted.  If that spirit allows, I will eventually write a post about that ravenous murderous sortie through the astral and the glorious victory that ensued. 


THAT was what I desired, but in the wisdom of Lord Mammon, that was not the correct response to this situation.  I sense there is a very good reason for this guidance.


Utilize Lord Mammon's shielding ritual as you feel led.  Be sure to thank him for it.


In closing, never underestimate the power of the spoken word, to good or bad effect.  If merely stating to the universe "I need the time to accomplish this or that"  can effectively open your schedule; imagine what damage self-deprecating remarks can do to your psyche.


Be good to yourself, o reader.  Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one.

The Cross of Shielding

Day 16- 1/2/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

Earlier in the day, I returned to the gold merchant to purchase the bullion I had ordered.  When I arrived, the person I had spoken to the day before had a furtive, skeevy air about him, and I knew immediately he had not fulfilled my request.  He went into the back of the store and brought out other less-satisfactory items, in an attempt to replace what I had ordered.  I politely declined and took my leave of the place, never to return. 
That evening, I returned the cash to its place with the other offerings and performed the ritual.


I am here. Listen to my words. You are doing well, I am pleased with you.


I apologize;  I could not purchase the gift for you as I was planning.


Yes, the gold; you will find a suitable place to purchase it. I agree the shop was not to be trusted.


I would have you listen. Be wary of those who would come to you pretending to be friendly. Not all who confess friendship are true.  You will know who is a true friend. I will show you. That is my warning to you.


These books I have shown you, study them and put them into practice. This should start today. (He had introduced further reading material via my YouTube feed.)


Should I transcribe the books from the audio, or should I buy them outright?


Yes, transcribe or buy. Buying is better; that is a law of commerce. The flow, in and out, of wealth.


The book (my novel) is important, the book will catapult you to greatness. Take heed and mark my words, I will assist and propel you to greatness.


Thank you Lord Mammon!!


You are quite welcome.


Remember your vows. Perform them when the time is right. I will be with you. Hearken to me, call upon me and I will answer. You are my protégé. I will not abandon you.


Lord Mammon, will I be able to invoke you after the 21 days are done?


Yes, but not the same way. We will have a clearer path. You will see.


Ok, thank you.


You are welcome, and that is all.


Notes:
Sometimes when you first meet a person,  you receive a flash of knowing about them.  This could be a flash of "hey, this is an ok person" or a flash of  "there is something a little off about this person, beware."  In my opinion, never overlook that intuitive sign of warning, fleeting though it may be.  It can be very tempting to overlook one small spot on an otherwise attractive apple, but if you do, you may find yourself with a disgusting worm in your mouth.  Of course, the nuanced nature of some of these potential life-lessons can make the wormy spot pretty hard to detect... and that's why they sometimes end up being life lessons rather than fortuitous forks in the road.  Trust your guides and guardians; and obviously the use of divination cannot be understated.


Lord Mammon's admonition to be wary of false friends was, of course, timely.  A reminder to keep the circle of trust small and tight.  There is great virtue in reticence; and as an avowed Satanist, you better believe I know a thing or two about virtue.


Thank you for reading thus far, and may your day be a pleasant one. 

Day 15- 1/1/2020 (21 Day Mammon Invocation)

New Year's Day.  On this date, I took money that I had saved and set aside to buy a gift for Lord Mammon; namely, a bar of gold bullion.  Not a huge one, I was looking for one around 5 grams in size.  However, the gold/silver merchant in my town (surprisingly open on this date) did not have what I was looking for.  The seller promised he could order what I wanted, with instructions to return the next day and pick it up.  I had meant this to be a surprise offering to Lord Mammon, but obviously you cannot surprise a deity- especially not one that you have bonded with in this particularly intimate manner.  I took the cash and laid it out with the other ritual offerings.  The invocation commenced.


I am here.


I love what you have done for me. You are pleasing me quite well. Thank you for the gift; It is well, it pleases me. That is good.


That makes me happy.  What shall I do with the offerings after the invocation cycle is complete, should I retain them all?


Yes, leave them in a place sanctified for me, dedicated to me. I will give instructions on further use if needed.


Now to the matter at hand- I need you to make a promise that you will continue in your meditations after the 21 days are finished.


I will.


Good. This will enhance your ability to do all, not just wealth management. This will keep your mind focused and refine your inner body. You will see results quite soon. Quite, quite soon. I will be with you even then.


Continue in your writing, and finish the book as soon as possible. We will have all prepared for you when it is done. Make edits, refine as needed. I will be with you.


Is it ok to ask you for assistance?


Yes, call on me.


Lord Mammon, I was wondering about exercises to increase one's focus.  Akelta Wild (of Satan and Suns) said that this could enhance magical abilities.  Do you have an exercise to recommend?


Yes. Try making a square in your mind and holding it there as long as possible. The square can be blue or yellow. Do this as an exercise when you have free moments. You will find your focus improving dramatically. This is good, a good question.


Continue, and I will be with you. Carry on, I will go.


We will speak of things tomorrow. Give your full attention. That is all.


Notes:
Once again, Lord Mammon emphasized the importance of regular meditation. Starting to see a pattern here?


If you have any doubts about the efficacy of performing the simple focus exercise he gave me, try it.  It is no walk in the park, my friend.  A square in your mind's eye, blue or yellow, focused on to the exclusion of all else as long as you can.  A form of mental Trataka meditation; it is maddening.  It may help if you draw or print out a square in those colors and start by focusing on that, then progressing. Good luck.


Finally, disclaimer:  I am not affiliated in anyway with Ms. Wild or the Satan and Suns organization, but I find them to be a very valuable resource. Shout out!


Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope your day is a pleasant one.