Background:
My situational background has been one of a ubigitious misery; starting about 7 years ago, I’ve had everything stolen from me: my freedom, money, businesses, property, reputation, friends, all of it. Perpetrated by a specific group…that I will hunt until the day I die.
Regardless, I’ve since dedicated my life to occultism & the accumulation of as much knowledge as is humanly possible in one lifetime.
When I discovered Eric, I could sense he was no bullshitter…so I invested myself…not just the money…but the time, the dedication, the work; to uncover the puissance of inner stamina to fulfill my goals. Let me be the first to say…I’ve probably only scratched the surface of what he writes about, yet the results speak for themselves.
Left with the exiguous bones of nothing, I rise from the pit.
I sensed Belial calling me when I first began this journey…You see, I saw the demons as a boy, the red eyes; now I know it was him.
So…Let’s make a pact. So be it.
Since my joinder with the demon, it’s stripped me of childlike ostentatious foolishness & left me calculating, exact; dedicated to an extreme I’ve never known.
Now, to the fun part…left broken with nothing…down to the last straw, the last penny, I decide to do a ritual to change my situation. Why didn’t I ask before? I honestly do not know…perhaps a lack of confidence…perhaps a lacuna of direction.
However, due to recent ebullient divinations by some forum friends, I chose my path.
So…with one ritual…no offerings, just the image of what I want in my mind, a clear head, a strong T/G sync, a black mirror, a Universal circle, and the raw emotion of one that’s been fucked over too many times:
I discover there is no difference between myself & the demon; Indeed that ship has sailed. My goals are his, and vice verse. So, where can this go, really? Do I really have faith in magick & this newfound ability…or what? I’ve ‘played’ with minor things, perhaps, I admit, a few ritual failures had me doubting, yet I’ve come to realize it is my own neivity that caused the failures.
So…I get my black candles lit, perform the invocation of omnipotence, scry into the black mirror, chanting Lirac Tasa Vifa Welc Belial…Alash tad Alash tad ashtu…amongst the other demonic chants Eric offer’s in his newsletters.
I scryed into the Black Mirror…and saw the image of the demon on a throne in hell. This was the first time he appeared to me this way. Strong, unbreakable.
I specifically ask for a great paying job, with little responsibility, that leaves me with enough time to dedicate myself to my studies & ritual.
His reply: ‘Why didn’t you ask me in the first place?’
While asking, I kept the image steadfast in my mind of me working, getting paid great money, prodigiously enjoying myself, and having enough time to dedicate to occultism.
This imagery flashed back & forth between the demon, and the future scenario, until they became one in my mind.
The conversation then moved to the nature of reality, of hell itself, and other Qliphothic forces I shall revisit at a later time.
The next day: I walk in…no questions asked. Hired.
Week one of job: Responsibility: Nill. Pay: Great.
Holy…fucking shit…
Long live the King.