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.