Lucifer spoke to me in a dream.
I was at the old block of flats in Prague, hanging fresh laundry on the dilapidated balcony.
I think it was a single white bedsheet, and a male shirt.
He was there with me, and said something brief and sympathetic along the lines of ‘You know that I am not good at giving comforting speeches.’
I said to myself, ‘There is no comfort.’
In the dream, I realized there is no comfort in seeking love from men. I was inhabiting all the potential futures in the next three or five years, and this is what my Soul came to realize.
I woke up all torn and emotional.
Perhaps the True Meaning of the Pact I wrote is just that. The way it is written says “Fulfillment in life and marriage”. I took it to imply my marriage of course, but that is not what it says actually.
It is about the Covenant Itself, between Lucifer and me.
True fulfillment is not found among flawed mortal men.
I spent the past fifteen years searching for the perfect Soulmate, trying to manifest Love left and right, and I found myself back at the beginning each time, washing dirty laundry of someone else, which may be symbolic of our karmas. The bedsheet was pure white, the shirt was some other color it couldn’t be washed and I hung it separately. Can’t pay another’s debt, can’t take on their destiny. It was always theirs to choose.
Pacts and Soul Contracts sometimes work out, mostly though they bring suffering through the attachment that it creates. Which is kind of true for Demonic Pacts as well, but there is no divorce after a hundred thousand years.
‘The Camel has all it needs to cross the Abyss on his own.’
