I want to share with you a potent rite which I have just performed
Let me begin by saying that there was a falling star last night above my house. It was bright, and came to illuminate the sky like a lightning strike when the meteor exploded midair.
I was reminded of the fall of the hosts of heaven from the bible. How hast thou fallen, indeed. I took this as an omen of power to begin to answer a question which has haunted me for most of my occult career.
I have met Satan. I know he is real. I have evoked the Crowned Prince of the Southern Fire many times. These experiences raised in me a substantial doubt that this being is the same one that the bible calls “Diabolos” who is the god of this earth, the great dragon. I want to meet this spirit. I want to meet the dragon. I want to meet the real Diabolos.
And I knew this fiery, falling star was the opening of the way.
I made a circumscribed triangle in salt, and sat within. I lit the black candles, and allowed the thurible to smoke up.
I built a fire, and asperged around it with water. I cut my arm and chest to allow the blood to flow, then I lit the fire.
I made my incantation: Come Diabolos! Come Great Dragon! Come Dragon God of the Earth! Come Diabolos!
I felt nothing until the fire had wholly died away. Then, I felt myself fall into an altered state. I gazed deep into the dark night sky as I fell into the depths of the earth. I was being stretched between the ground and the sky.
“I am he,” called the voice in my head. “I am Diabolos.” I could perceive him existing just outside of that which I could see with my eyes. His form was a dragon’s skull, with twisted rams horns. This force was old and strong, but it was intimate and familiar. It was as if it was the very force of human life.
I asked him for a sign by which to know and call him. I saw in my inner vision a bowl form below the skull. Then, it caught fire. I believe this to mean that sacrifice is the only sigil which calls Diabolos.
I asked him at that moment if we would depart each other in peace. He was silent for a moment, mulling it over. I wasn’t sure what I would do if he decided to put up a fight. Finally, he agreed.
I light my pipe to retract. Everything is quiet. Only the sweet tobacco smoke of my pipe and the few remaining vapors from the dying thurible remain in the air. I am forced to reflect on meeting the ancient dragon god of the earth.