Hey there, DreamWalker here, and this is my first post. I’m glad I discovered this forum on the eve of my first pact with Lucifer, or at least the first one in this life. The truth is that I’ve been dragged towards His dark light from a very young age. I’m over 30 now, but since I was around 17, I’ve been pulled to reach out to Him. Usually, it would take me just a short prayer—“Father, I need more work”—and bam, more work came to be for me. Like that, and many other things.
Now, present day, I’m going through a breakup, a forced one. I won’t detail too much, but my boyfriend’s mother used sorcery to separate us. I’m in Latin America, so dark magick practices are rather common. I attended a spiritist in order to find a solution, and it’s been a month since he left for Spain (and left me alone with our cat), and thus far the only visible effect of the end of the zero contact he imposed is a double blue check in WhatsApp of messages I sent three weeks ago from my mom’s phone to wish him well and ask for some clarity in our situation. He blocked her without seeing the messages; then, he apparently unblocked her, saw the messages, and blocked her back. Which is odd if you ask me.
Anyway,
Context given, spiritism applied but not working as fast as expected, me acting a bit anxious and trying to find answers but kinda ruining things some more in the process, I rose my face to find my Lord Lucifer’s glory once more after a time of “rest” cuz I believed I was using His favor too often.
Last night I made a ritual to formalize my return to His light and darkness. A shrine with black candles, tobacco, money, gold powder, His sigil and Lucifuge’s… All the gears needed to perform this personal ritual of communion and return to the source of my commitment.
Before the ritual, the previous night, I was asking for help from Lucifer. I wanted my ex to contact me, to fall to the magick the witch has been using to bring him back to me despite the distance… She says everything is going well, but her own personal life is a mess, so I believe she’s not putting the needed effort to make it happen, but that’s a story for another topic. Amidst my desperate call, the name “Lucifuge Rofocale” echoed in my brain, and my mouth softly worded it as a faint incantation that came out of nowhere. It’s fair to say that in that moment, I had no idea of Lucifuge’s role. But it kinda struck me almost instantly: I needed to investigate, and yeah, I came to know that HE is the one you must go to first in order to get a pact done, following the bureaucracy of hell as a formality or will to be respectful towards their established order. It was Lord Lucifer telling me, “Yeah, I hear you, but this is not just a plea for more work; this is a pact with me you want, so make the paperwork and we’ll talk.” And so I did.
I rushed to my trusty esoteric supply store and grabbed the needed elements. I need to mention the fact that, when I woke up, I felt my ears kinda clogged and a pressure in my manipura, a bit of nausea, symptoms I often experience when dealing with the energies. It felt like someone was right next to me. Around midnight, I had all preparations ready, so I began.
My solicitude: dominion over ANY man I want, not just my ex, he’s just my first trophy to claim. No matter age, sexual orientation, or if they’re famous or mundane like me. I’ve been humiliated by him In many ways. So I used my anger and wish for vendetta to fuel the petition. Embracing all the darkness within me after a long period of whimsical light efforts. I could tell the whole story about us and why this is my wish, but this is not Reddit, is it?
Also, richness, money, stability, success… But not as a personal need, but more as a medium to humiliate my detractors and to build businesses that would serve as cover-ups to finance and promote the cult of Lucifer whenever I came to be at that point. The condition for the activation of that is the return of my ex, for him to see my climb to success, only to be ditched once he feels he has everything he ever wanted for and with me. 50 years of enjoyment, in return for my eternal service, in this life and all the ones that will come, something I believe I’m just remaking in this life, because as I said, I don’t think this is my first dark rodeo.
Before midnight, I meditated and had a deep, angered conversation with my ex and the entities I’m calling forth, explaining my desire and motivation, my needs, and my will to execute my part to a full extent. I felt the chills. There was something with me, even though I couldn’t see it.
Midnight, butt-naked me, paperwork ready, shrine bright and shining with darkness and the smoke of the tobacco, the sandalwood incense burning, a voodoo doll of my ex I used in previous rituals, and two candles symbolizing him and the person (a cousin) that pushed him away or that gave him the tools and money to leave me; otherwise, he would be here still.
At first, I felt the same manipura stimulation and nausea, but I got ahold of myself quite fast, and it was like being in a casual meeting. I have to say, I didn’t feel overwhelmed or anything like that, something that kinda worried me, like, “Luce, are you there, my man?” but I continued with the pact reading, blood signing and my will’s expression as if I were in the presence of a full courtroom. It was a bit hard to read in the darkness, but I followed part of the summoning posted in this forum, mixed with my own needs and demands. I recited the Enn, burned the contract, cursed my ex’s and his cousin’s candles, and you know, all the things that needed to be done were done.
Now, for the experiences part: The candles responded to my commands… I said sparkle, they sparkled; I said burn more, they burned more; I said subdue to me, the wax fell and bent… It was something, and I hope my dominion is not over candles only, I mean. I stayed there for two and a half hours, until the last candle was off—my ex’s, by the way. I told him that that was how it was going to be, just he and I. No one else, under my will. When asking for a signal of my pact being considered or approved, three hitting noises came out of nowhere just as I finished my sentence.
Like I mentioned, I wasn’t able to see or to feel anything supremely strong, but I felt compelled to believe I was being observed and listened to.
My username is not just a cool combination of words; I am in fact someone with extremely vivid dreams, able to communicate with others and to predict future events such as death, natural disasters, and general bad fortune. A Raven, in Wednesday Addams’s context. I see a lot of numbers and dates too, but I don’t play the lottery or anything. Anyway. As an additional voucher, I requested to have oniric manifestations, I opened my oniric channels to them, and requested to be granted any sort of confirmation, and oh boy…
Won’t dive too deep in the dreams I had, because there were plenty, but to resume, I was in a relationship with a certain straight Instagrammer I do have lustful feelings about, just by seeing him, and he was right here in my house, and even though I felt too ugly and old for him, he didn’t care. He had to leave to play baseball in Argentina, so I said goodbye to him and mentioned all the good things about him, kissed him, and he left. There was the mention of the number 500 there too. Immediately, I was walking, holding hands with yet another influencer that questioned me about the depth of my relationship with this other guy, because I felt too nice to him… The thing is, both these guys had traits my ex has, or behaviors rather. I also saw my ex multiple times. I asked him for clarity about us, if it was over or if I was going to be with him. A cut to black happened, and the next thing I see is us on a dirt road, and we kissed. He was leaving for Spain again, but this time I was going with him, though not immediately. We talked about me going a month later, which was kind of our plan in real life at first. In a previous dream he mentioned he needed three months; now it came down to one.
In another dream he was organizing a raffle, something he did in real life for a relative going through cancer, but this time around it was my mom and him making the preparations. And in the rest of the dreams I had, he was either mentioned or referred to in some way. There was a lot more: numbers, symbols, references to real life, animals, physical fights, my ex obeying my mom’s command, an ugly baby, and a girl with a boomerang she used as her walking cane, but mostly, a lot of guys.
I gave him three days to contact me to break the zero-contact. this as a testimony or proof of the validity and execution of the first part of the pact.
Now, if you have read this far, I’d like to ask: Do you think this is indeed the manifestation of a YES, your pact has been approved, or just my brain playing tricks with my subconscious desires? I have my own verdict, but some of you must have more experience with these sorts of things, so I’d like some opinions. If real and valid, is it possible for me to see this zero-contact barrier fall in the lapse of time I demanded? What does this experience say about the success of pacts? You know, from a collective knowledge perspective.
Thanks a lot for reading. Any guidance would be more than welcome about how to proceed now, what to expect, and what to understand from the whole process. Thanks a lot. Don’t judge me from starting a pact from the pain of being left out by my ex; I think it had to happen that way from me to return to the source… So in a way, I have to thank him for my awakening, but now I want to claim back what sorcery pushed away from me.
A few minutes prior to writing this, I smelled sandalwood, and I have no sandal incense lit, and I don’t even have incense sticks anymore…
You did not say how long you have been practicing?