Hello friends from BALG, this is the second time it has happened to me and I am somewhat scared and confused. First, when I set up my first small altar to Santa Muerte, I had some problems and asked her to help me remedy the damage I had done. In my room, I woke up in a state between asleep and awake, and in front of me there was a figure of a skeleton with a black cloak. I stood up on my bed in front of it and began shouting like an anime protagonist about to unleash his final attack, declaring that I was the bearer of protection and the flaming sword of Asuraludu, and that he would give me his power. I had previously asked Asuraludu for protection in a ritual, shouted the word of power, and nothing happened. The book says you must shout it to the four cardinal points, and thatās all I remember. They say that if you lose memory it means you were possessed, but I have no idea what happened afterward.
Later, I had an altar to another entity and dismantled it because I wanted to focus on the altars I already had, and that was the entity I confronted. Lately, I have been behaving irresponsibly and lazily, neglecting my obligations to my entities and all the rituals I had planned. In my dream, I was trapped in my house shouting for help, and I asked the entity to let me hear it. Inside my head, it sounded like tuning a radio signal, and its voice told me: āYou will regret this all your life,ā followed by a laugh. Then I was back in my room. I am sure I was not dreaming at that moment, but I wasnāt fully awake either. I was begging the entity with great fear not to materialize because I didnāt believe my mind could withstand its physical appearance. Suddenly, a transparent hand appearedāit looked like the invisibility effect of the alien in the movie Predatorāand it grabbed me by the chest of my shirt and lifted me. I could see it had very long nails.
Immediately, I began shouting all the words of power I knew, and only when I vibrated āIAOā did it seem to affect it. A curved sword floated above its head and was about to strike my head. I acted without fear, as if I already knew what I was doing and it wasnāt the first time. I felt as if I grabbed the sword energy and placed the tips of my index and middle fingers on its solar plexus, dragging them down through its belly, opening it and spilling its entrails. I raised my arm and from my hand emerged a spear, and on its tip, on a circular paper marked with a seal, was the name of God. I stabbed it, and it fell off the bed. Immediately my mind left the trance, but it wasnāt like waking upāit was more like shifting vision or frequency. My body was in the same posture in which the dream or vision ended. I donāt know what the hell I did, but my intuition told me that I had sealed it with that action. I lay there for several minutes staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had happened. Then I got up, looked at my phone, and it was three in the morning. I performed the banishing ritual of the Lesser Pentagram, sprinkled holy water in my room, and went back to sleep.
Now, on social media I see terrifying videos of people in rituals where entities appear, looking extremely realistic, and videos saying that magic must be taken with responsibility and not as a game. Well friends, in the following days I have been waking up at 3 a.m. and I am somewhat afraid when going to sleep. But I think I understood the message and I am aware that there will not be a second chance, apparently. For every novice magician who does not pay their entities and becomes lazy, failing to fulfill what they promised: be very careful, because this is not a game, and I donāt believe they are so kind as to give second chances to everyone.
But honestly thereās no replacement for personal experience. The people who you are trying to reach, are GOING to FAFO themselves, itās just how some people learn the best.