Total Burnout: Self-Immolation Rite

I have about 20.000 followers across my social media, and if you have been around the Dark Occult milieu, you have seen for yourself the rampant mental illness, stalking and drama, violence, and drug addiction.

The shit I wake up to every day I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

It’s literally killing me. I have mysteriously acquired a chronic neurological condition while ministering to this Black Magician Satanist audience for merely two years. For free. For the people and to uplift their souls. For that, I live in constant pain now.

I know who these people are. I have their names and addresses, and yet I can’t do shit about it. I don’t give a fuck because all they’re doing is wasting their magic on some imaginary internet persona they are trying to kill without a cause because they have no life and they have never reached Adulthood, much less Adepthood. My purpose is not to fight them. My purpose is to tell the story to those who are paying attention to it so that they see the real tribulations and trials of the Left Hand Path.

This is about Total Burnout which is inevitable as we become the Self-Immolation Rite. Nobody can withstand constant negativity from too many sources for long. That’s why this planet is such a dark place, motherfuckers. The Left Hand Path circle is a veritable lynch mob, with many people abusing the powers of magick they have acquired only for their lowest vices and oppressing human beings.

It is truly NOT a flattering name, to call oneself a Black Magician, to declare being a part of the Dark Lorge. It is what it is.

For me right now it is about pushing it away for a couple more years for now, so when I actually am free to make choices again, when my Pact runs out, I can decide to go dark. And when I do, no amount of money or simping will persuade me to come back. I have done this before. I can create and kill as many characters as I like… for they aren’t me. I am just a Manifestation. I have existed before Facebook, before the Internet, before Atlantis, even before this galaxy was formed. So who are you trying to kill?

Your own Thought Form.

You cannot kill ‘me’ because ‘I’ don’t exist.

I am a product of your own tortured imagination, a movie that you are screening alone in your cell.

P.S.

I want to concentrate also more on my Sacred Whore Babalon stuff, a very enjoyable new aspect of my Priesthood. I have enjoyed my recent Sex Magick sessions deeply, and it’s overall more rejuvenating to me than my classical occultist portfolio which comes with too much negativity.

Sincerely,

Lucipurrr