Why Death Won’t Take You: the Luciferian Contract

One of the most bizarre truths about my life is that back in my home city, Prague, I was successfully assassinated twice. When it happened, Lucifer rolled back time. So I have memories preceding the event, and then of a new timeline, but the event itself seems to have disappeared from existence.

This might sound bizarre, but I have run into a dozen others with the same kind of experience. For some, it was a severe lethal suicide attempt they were not meant to survive, and Lucifer or Lilith brought them back. One was a deadly accident under the influence. Another was an overdose. Actually, a series of lethal overdoses that just didn’t seem to kill the person.

And yet, sometimes young healthy people do die after accidentally taking one bad cocktail with ecstasy at a rave party… go figure.

Since I’ve held a strong moral conviction against suicide, I was never even close to attempting it. I was also never prone to accidents, danger to injury, I never did alcohol and drugs, so my personal death windows came from brushing shoulders with powerful people and some other powerful people who didn’t want me to do that, who had me for somebody else, potentially, they just assessed me as a risk to their operations that was big enough to do that. Rarely, these Death Windows were opened by curses, but that only really happened once when I was being coerced by this influence to jump from my office which was on a rooftop at the crossroads by the graveyard. I only ever thought about it while under the lethal influence of a curse that was causing me insanity and hallucinations. Losing your mind and knowing something else is doing this is one of the worst things I’ve experienced in this life. The impulse always felt to be coming from the outside, and not from within. Like something was driving me to do it, but I wouldn’t. I shut that Death Window.

My witchcraft studios in Prague were always at strange places like that. Places more conducive to dark currents. I’ve had people die in the house when I moved in. I’ve had people die in numbers around my clients when I launched a large-scale curse-breaking operation. But those are stories of a different kind… going back to why Death Won’t Yake You, specifically, and the nature of your Luciferian Contract.

I have heard so many of these stories, and they all are real.

A German author related to me a first-hand account of his business acquaintance, who was literally stopped and held mid-air as he lept to suicide from a bridge and he was held in a lengthy conversation with Lucifer the Grimm Reaper who told him many philosophical things and then landed him back on the bridge, reversing time.

He can do that but don’t count on it, he only does it to His special who are bound by Ancient Soul Contracts. The reason for this is, I believe, that since you are bound to serve H.I.M., essentially, through this Contract. Think about it this way. Leaving prematurely would mean a Contract has been breached, there are cosmic laws preventing that, and so He is allowed to do this and you are not really allowed to leave until you’ve served your time.

It’s like deserting the military… don’t try to do that. Punishments were severe.

Baneful magic doesn’t work at me, so don’t even bother with that. It hasn’t worked in any substantial way ever since I’ve been a child and then attacked by powerful way older Practitioners in my early twenties. I was tested before becoming fully operational. It’s a big reason why I was given fame and glory so early in life. I passed the Test, and I’ve kept my wits about me. My greatest vulnerability was always the secrets that have been kept from me. About the secret mind control programme that I’ve been a part of until age 13, and from that a certain proneness to insanity which I fixed by integrating the split off Selves, and their trauma. Driving me insane to suicide was the only other way to go. Now that this has been taken care of, the real ride is about to start.

Questioning My Sanity

You know, Nora, of all the things you have ever said, this is the one that makes me question your sanity.

That’s what a close friend told me when he heard that I chose to let the magic in.

You know I have questioned my sanity myself many times but it’s the only brains I’ve got and so I gotta take this, and run with it.

Women sworn to Lucifer appear to me in vision with a black veil often, like an evil bride or a priestess veiled by darkness.

The golden Roman wreath of glory was given to me last year while working for Lucifer with my husband. The actual crown awaits I was told. ‘Face the pain, Nora… this is how you take the Crown.’

And so, here I am.

A black cat sat on me, purring and sinking her dark powers into me, staring at me with eyes that were definitely not hers.

The Black Magic Love Conundrum

What does the warlock never have? The fairy tales and the legends all tell us the truth…

The Black Magician may be beautiful (or hideous), he may have armies, fortunes, and glamour, he might even be adored and worshipped by the masses, with supernatural physical strength, but one thing he does not have is Love.

His heart is locked in a cage that is hidden within an egg that’s been eaten by a rabbit, and that rabbit´s to be found in a bird´s nest on the highest tree on the tallest mountain of an island that lies in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by many dangers, so that only the bravest hero can ever reach it.

The Black Heart that remains in his chest is rotting away, and it emanates a toxic aura that spreads fear to everyone he has touched, making people crazed and bringing the worst in them to the surface.

Trust me, I have seen it. I have seen my rotting black heart, and it wasn´t pretty. Others have seen it too, and they sure didn´t like what they saw, because you get used to your own stench after a while, but coming across others brings the horrors of the night back into the limelight.

It´s difficult to look there, even if you go forward, questing for the missing answers. I had to use a medium twice because I just couldn´t bear the sight of something I had done in a past life, that was still smoking out people from my life and making them go crazy.

The reason why there is little loyalty and trust among the Black Magicians, and almost no Love, is the vibration of Black Magic is furthest from the Core.

The Universe vibrates around the frequency of Free Will. Whenever this free will is diminished by spells and influences, and especially when a Soul is deprived of further development and exercise of their own Free Will by premature death, something contracts in the Universe, and a Crack is formed. A wound, so to say, that will seek itself to heal, and that wound, my friend, is what makes it impossible to manifest True Love, that is until it is healed out of existence. You will be meeting the same people, and running the same errands, until eventually, you get sick and tired of stepping over the same bad mojo and decide to step out of it.

Surprisingly enough, I am trying to lay the ground argument here that you cannot manifest True Love with the use of Black Magic, and for some that will be a “controversial” finding.

Anyone who doesn´t see this turns their eyes away from the wisdom of the Ancients. Either, they don´t practice Black Magic, after all, or they are hypocrites and cowards. Cowardice is not a very common affliction among the Black Magicians, so I´ll go with hypocrisy here just for the sake of argument.

The Black Magicians who are not lucidly and proudly bearing the banner that says “We Are Alone and We Know It & We Are Fucked” are lying to themselves by omission, or they exhaust enormous energy on keeping up pretenses which are for the most part bought only by those similarly afflicted. For everyone else, it´s hard to escape the facts.

The kidnapped princess that is held under lock and key, until she breaks, that is not love. That´s Stockholm syndrome. When a girl stays with you just because you sabotaged her life to the point where she is unlikely to be able to fend for herself, that is not love. When she is there because you give her drugs, it is again not of her free will.

The imagery I chose is traditional and ancient, for Black Magic is essentially, a Male Order, dedicated to the Powers of Destruction, rather than those of Creation, but this same karmic pattern has been embodied by women too… to a lesser extent. A woman´s slavery op will be different. She might make herself be always needed, indispensable for comfort, or lust, she may gnaw on your resources in a million ways and your own sanity. In the end, it is just a more covert way of undermining the man´s Free Will and it will not last, not unless there is a mutual agreement to remain in a low vibration, or if one of the Souls is so stuck on vengeance that they do not mind sinking themselves with it.