Penetrating the Veil Between the Worlds

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So word got out and people are now basically asking me whether I perform human sacrifice. The answer is, of course, I do. All magicians do in some way because nothing comes for free and every gain is the opposite side of somebody´s loss. When questing for Occult Knowledge and Power sacrifice many things, blood, sexual fluids, money, offerings, energy, priorities in life, and even our own sanity.

But to elaborate on the incident that Demetrius Triarius mentions, and as the vigilant listeners caught, I did not disprove him… I did at one time in recent memory ask the Goddess in her Crone form to make it quick for an elderly dying person who was in the hospital. It was at the request of her son, my ex-fiance. Once he learned that his mother was at the hospital again, and seeing her dead relatives reaching out to her through the veil, he just wanted it to be quick. She was calling them, and it was obvious she wanted to be on the other side. She was also a terrible, life-long psychic vampire who had been cursing us in our faces all the time, and who was kept alive for years only by the profiteering machinery of the so-called science. So such sacrifices are driven by mercy, and the need for self-defense as well.

The Gods never take from us anything that we´d really need, and never ask for something that would not benefit us in some way. What modern people, dazzled by Hollywood movies, also do not understand is that in ancient times, the most proper, and preferable sacrifice was *always* the willing one, not coerced as it could anger the Gods and curse the land. To assume otherwise is a huge misunderstanding. In our times, such deeds are nearly always accomplished through non-physical means, through rituals, prayers, devotions, and petitions to the gods. This ensures that Higher Power decides, and the Magician doesn´t put himself at the risk of being consumed by bloodlust and lower energies. Even playing with common curses and baneful magic carries a risk to the magician that he will be consumed by these powers and never get out unscathed.

I am open to discuss these extremely controversial themes, because it seems that nobody does, anymore, and yet YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok are chock full of spells and rituals for people to imitate. You need to understand the Principles of the Occult if you are to have any kind of success, and longevity as a Witch.

Black Magic Karma – Part I.

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The ages old dispute over Black and White Magic can be boiled down to one basic distinction –

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔢.

They cannot. Every true Black Magician knows this, for he invites unnatural death by his actions. Black Magic is the perversion of Natural Law, so for a Black Magician to die a natural Death would be an abomination. The modern magical Wannabe, and Play-It-Safe practitioner of modern magic, of course, doesn’t want to hear it, and thus, by opening my speech here with the most iconic definition of Black Magic I am bound to sound offensively antiquated.

Black Magic stretches the Law of Nature as far as it goes. It is an exploration of its far side, and its edges. It is a double-edged sword that allows you to cut deep through the fabric of reality, and its other edge comes back to cut into your own flesh and skin. Black Magic requires Blood Sacrifice – which can be thought of in various ways. That being said, every form of magic that is based on Sacrifice should be recognized as a form of the Black Arts. Let there be no doubt about it, even though it will be sometimes passionately denied by the Practitioner who is deluded about the Nature of their own Works of Darkness, or who, for reasons of fear and vanity, doesn’t want to be associated with that label. The dilettante who subconsciously seeks to evade the destiny that befell every single Black Magician in history does so by the most naive manner – by refusing to call themselves a Black Magician. Rest assured though that Satan recognizes his own.

The Price to Pay

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I had the most curious dream today. In it, I was a Satanist woman with my younger siblings, who were also my children from another time. In the dream, Satan came to us in person and killed two of my children in front of me, and he said it was for abusing magic. He wanted to make it known that human sacrifice is NOT the quick fix through which you command him to get you anything, at any time. In the dream, he always had to answer such calls, and he did, but he didn’t like the way I taught them, so he didn’t let them live for long after granting their wishes. During our next ritual, maybe a couple of months or years later, he came displeased and killed two of them with a stone. That was my punishment too.

It had a tribal feeling to it and was taking place in Old Prague, overlaying many realities and historic times. I wonder if it at some point in time really happened because I do remember leading these cults in my past lives in Prague, and having the same people as relatives throughout lifetimes is very common.

In this life, I was the only one initiated into the Occult by my father as the first child. My younger siblings had no such inclinations nor talents… BUT they possessed some strange natural knowing, about the principles of evocation, as children they told me which spirits are safe to call and which are not. I wonder where they got it from. I remember feeling a strange sense of pride, that they knew, and also responsibility, so I must have at some point in time been the one teaching them. It is also incredibly odd that we had these kinds of conversations among us as children.

Karmic Partners

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Black and white, black and white, our stories are intertwined throughout the centuries as we dance the polarities of the Masonic checkerboard.

It is not uncommon to meet both as lovers and as enemies or even kill one another in past lives.

Murder creates an especially potent link that calls for redeeming.

Memories of My Last Life

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I have come to the conclusion that all of the art is merely a reminiscence of something that, at some point, already happened. In my very last incarnation, I was a failed actress, an entertainer who died of substance abuse and a broken heart at forty. I performed at some venue in Chicago that was run by the mob. I hated the city, the cold, the place, and pretty much everything about my life. The glamour and joy of performance was the only thing I had… so it keeps coming up, back in images shot randomly as I improvise.

When we reincarnate, we often pick up where we left and are haunted by the same aspirations, dreams, and ambitions we had (or failed) in our past life. I´ve even met my peers from that life – a smuggler whose marriage offer I turned down (it was a mistake, he seemed to remember how I died young then, as did he), a girl who was a dancer at the same venue (she even said it, she remembered dancing together – she is a failed burlesque dancer in this life) and a pimp who beat me up when I transgressed on his territory (he owns a modeling agency now and pimps out underage girls – not much change there).

Life Run Before My Eyes

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They say your whole life runs in front of your eyes the moment before you die.

Emigration is a figurative death so in the last days before my departure life starts flashing before my eyes.

It’s not the images that you’d expect. Decades-old random memories flood my mind, stuff I haven’t recalled for ages. Obscure shows that I had visited, songs that were the ‘It’ or a random dude that once gave me a ride. Places, faces, and events that I haven’t recalled in a decade.

‘Tis an immense reservoir showing me that I have already lived a full life. I’ve experienced enough to fill one human life completely. Perhaps that is why I now must die and start a new life.

What is left then? What is to remember?

Let me pick one image from the flooding memories. I am eleven years old sitting in the auditorium of a mega theater. The musical rendition of Count Monte Cristo is on tonight, performed by one of the country’s foremost singers. He is dark and haunted and somehow even at my age, I can feel for him. The story is told and, in one moment, you can see how something cracks inside. Count Monte Christo turns around and sees something else he hasn’t seen up till now, a new perspective, a new meaning of life. He breaks down and sings,

‘I shall leave vengeance to the Gods’.

There is now more to live for.

Love Is Like Death

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Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

Jacob Grimm

Memories of a Vampire

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Masks are falling off.

What´s happened to her?

Can´t she bear it?

The red gown is for the Initiated Vampire Queen and she seems to be falling.

She is too young.

Many entered the club as couples, together bound for eternal life they decided to go down this path, sometimes even paid for it with money. Our lives were shorter than myth would have it. It´s actually just like Anne Rice wrote in her novels… it was rare to come across a vampire over 200 years old. Most didn’t even make it to one hundred.

It was hard.

Between keeping up the conspiracy, blood lust, which often turned murderous, relationships with other vampires, reminiscence of former lives and finding new meaning, and will to live the odds were just stacked against longevity in the 1700s. Those who did make it longest kept a very low profile and lead ordinary lives, as similar to humans as possible, never drawing attention to themselves. They lived like humans, with special dietary needs, and found discreet ways how to fulfill them. They lived alone. Self-contained.

Vote With Your Body and Mind

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There is no Black and White magic. There are only consequences to one’s actions, which might be sometimes unforeseen, and living with those consequences. Sometimes, even hideous acts feel worth it, sometimes an act of altruism turns out into repulsion and horror. Our own experience evolves over time; we can always address our decisions later, and change those timelines from the here and now.

‘You vote with your body and mind every moment by choosing to be present in the situation.’

E.

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