If you wanna skip ahead of the backstory then scroll down to the part in ALL CAPS to see the magick. I had been private about this throughout, but I think it’s time to share the story. In doing so I hope to inspire others who may be in a similar situation. I want to start by saying this is in no way medical advice. I’m not telling anyone to stop taking medication. I’m not condemning recreational or spiritual use of substances either. If you watch my channel you’ll know that I drink beer on the regular and I use red wine in most of my rituals. I also partake in cannabis on occasion. That said, let’s get into it.
Over 12 years ago I got into heavy drug use. I did it all, but my thing was painkillers, opiates, opioids. One thing led to another and I came to the point I had tried everything to quit. I tried Jehovah. That bitch just played games with my head. After few years living hardcore Christian mystic life, having periods of being clean, relapse, getting clean, relapse, I finally decided to go for the kill. I went to an opioid recovery clinic and got prescribed Suboxone. For those who don’t know, it contains buprenorphine and naloxone. The former binds to opioid receptors and gives the brain the illusion that it’s getting its fix. The second blocks opioids from reaching receptors, effectively making it impossible to use other drugs. So, my pharmacology may be a bit off, but that’s the general idea of it.
Fast forward. I leave the church, get into black magick and the occult. I develop the mental strength and personal power the mystic faiths could never give me. Time goes on, I’m still taking the drug to ensure that I never go back to that lifestyle again. I manifest the life I want. I am building a family. I have brand new things I’ve never had before. I have a well-paying career. I have a fulfilling spiritual practice. I am stepping into my godhood. Then I meet the fucking dragon. Tiamat shows up in my life when everything is going great.
JUMP IN HERE LAZY GUY.
I did the Eye of Odin ritual because I’d come to a wall in my ascent. I felt drawn to the sigil. I asked Odin to break down my limitations and push me harder than I’d ever been pushed. Odin took me seriously, the old buzzard. So not long after that, Tiamat showed up in my room at random. She yanked me into the astral plane to talk to her. She ends up showing me all kinds of visions of hell, death deities, and myself on fire.
Insert gatekeepers Azazel and Belial, and Watcher Shemyaza. I end up pacting with all these entities to fuck my world up and help me ascend. What it all comes down to is Odin, Tiamat, Lucifer, Azazel, Belial, and Shemyaza. I start feeling this uncontrollable hate for my medication. I start feeling that it’s blocking my psychic faculties and my progress in magick.
So I start planning my cessation. I begin the process of weaning myself off.
Along comes the Rite of Deification. Right before I took my last two weeks of dosage, I did this Rite with @prynce
This gave me the boost I needed to keep going and fight the fight through to the end. For those who don’t know, the withdrawals are like super flu. Flu symptoms, body aches, restless legs, nausea, stomach cramps, anxiety and depression. So after the rite, when I was ready to give up, I got that boost I needed. Another week went by, and I knew when the meds ran out I’d be in a pickle. I reached out to @Eye_of_Ra and she added me to the group ritual private group, something to do with mermaids grail? Anyway, my friends @serpens_album and @FraterMagni reached out to me in PM to help out. FraterMagni made a bindrune, and serpens_album performed a ritual I’m not going to share yet. Instantly I felt another boost of energy. I got through the last week. My spirit was cleansed, my mind was trained and prepared and set on victory. But my body… (cue R Kelly). It wasn’t completely painless, but the magick had made it bearable. Trust me when I say that cold turkey off of meds like these are usually something that takes place in-patient at a clinic, not at home on your own. I’d tried to quit once before without any help from others and I would rather have a tooth pulled every 5 minutes than go through that again.
I started taking salt baths daily to cleanse my body and aura of the negativity. Arianna and I then were scheduled to do the Rite of Deification. She did it for me, and the symptoms went away. I felt euphoric, wide awake at 4 am, when before I’d felt exhausted all the time. It wasn’t any one thing. It was the combination of my own magickal work and the help of my friends. Every ritual and spell played a part. So it’s been over a month since all that went down and I have made a full recovery. Not only recovered, but improved.
I’d like to thank the spirits and my friends for helping out.
Today, I can see and hear spirits more clearly, I can enter the desired altered states of trance and meditation more quickly and easily, and I save $300 a month on prescriptions.
I just wanted to share that because addiction is so powerful, but it needs to be known that magick is more powerful.