So, this might become a BIT of a read but it is worth it considering how much King Belial has changed my life, and me.
Background: I’ve been a shitty Demonolater for a couple of years, asking more questions than anything else until around 2021 where I began to seriously apply my-self. Everything from understanding why I could not “see” visions to understanding what “seeing” was and clearing away a shit ton of ignorance. I began working with Belial at the start of 2022: reading, meditating, learning to “listen” to that gut feeling that I so many times ignored. Since I began doing that, trust me, shit always works out now.
First Encounter: I felt really drawn to his name for a long time. I would be lost in thought, actively thinking, and his name would find a way to come to the forefront. I knew by then that this was a definite Sign that he wanted to Speak, and I immediately purchased E.A Koetting’s book on him and read it non fucking stop. I don’t want this to sound like blatant advertisement, but it was seriously and utterly profound: every thing I read, every moment I was engrossed, I felt that “current.” That vibration, so to speak: I would describe it like Spiritual Adrenaline. I felt WAY more fucking aware of him than I ever had before, and I read from others that he had a tendency to manifest sounds, and I would hear stuff around me, thumps, etc, that I knew weren’t just ambient environmental noise.
People’s descriptions of his energy, of encounters, made me so magnetized that I found my-self thinking about him every moment of the day. Some people have written that they realized he was there for their entire lives, waiting for them to see: and given my life has been filled with domestic/emotional abuse, and being tortured by my stepfather but never really being broken-- I remember being in the shower and going “Oh fuck.” It clicked. Belial was there the entire time, watching me suffer, watching me be a vicious non-conformist in a massively conservative, racist, bigoted town/family. Everything seemed to just make sense, it was all leading me to him-- and the one time I truly saw a vision of him, which happened WHILE I was at work on a slow day reading about him-- man, there is no fucking easy way to describe how honored, and intense it was. I knew then, there was no turning back now. He DEMANDED I listen.
Second Encounter: I began to read more about the transformation, the Pact you make with him. I jumped head first into it, because I thought “Well I survived being strangled and physically abused, fuck it.” I learned how to, in a way, let his current be with me: I thought about him, felt him around me all the time in this energizing, empowering way. I spoke to him, acknowledging the “feelings” that I felt as a response and overtime began to understand his words. I never could do that so well, but with him, it was so fucking clear when he had a lesson, a lecture, an empowering phrase, a challenging question. Meditations, conversations, offerings, talismans, I did whatever I could to continue to align my-self with him.
As work became harder, and harder, I became more and more focused on escaping: I hated my job, I had hated it, and it was a means to an end. He warned me, in some quiet way, that to escape it I was going to be fired before I quit: we both knew I wouldn’t quit, I never do. It is a pride issue, and I needed to see how it was, at the time, stupid but necessary.
Third Encounter (a big one.) One day, I did a meditation while facing his cardinal direction after also praying to Lucifer: I wanted to see Belial, I wanted to feel him. I’m gay, so, I have a lewd attraction to the demonic form, always have, and I’m completely shameless about it: I offered Belial semen and blood (and chocolate) on a regular basis. This time, after the offering, I meditated with some dark ambient music to set the mood and waited. I followed Koetting’s instructions of “seeing” my room in my mind, focused on a picture of Belial’s sigil. It was clear, sometimes it faded and I just brought it back. Eventually I imagined it growing red, then burning: the more this happened, the less aware I was of how it changed, and how my room eventually faded into blackness. Belial was near me, I heard him, felt that spiritual adrenaline: and then eventually I was falling into something like lava. It looked circular, like a globe, but became like an ocean.
I fell through it, then ended up someplace desolate. It was like an abandoned, strangely gothic garden? I thought it might’ve been my imagination kind of taking over, but then Belial was there. He greeted me, and I admit, I could feel my-self smiling ear to fucking ear and I greeted him enthusiastically: it felt really warm, unbelievably intense, and very exhilarating. The conversations we had were so blurred together, but the ambition, the determination, the sense that he was impressed with me so far, were so suddenly real it woke me up.
When I came to, I felt like I had been running for hours. After this, rituals were on the regular. He felt so much a part of my life, and me a part of him: I understand that more, unlocking the gate, turning the key, BEING the key: I’ve never professed to fully “grasp it,” but I know the limitations of my own knowledge, and he appreciated that I did not act like I suddenly knew everything. I’ve always maintained I have a lot to learn, I’m not even close to being an adept-- but I will be. I try to keep my ego in check, but never limit or doubt my-self.
Eventually, I lost my job, but I did not even care. Belial helped me to see that after years of being mistreated, of the bigotry, of the nepotism, and one customer putting a knife to my throat, that I was done. So I moved the fuck on, full force, and I owe that to him.
I can say that, Belial is magnificent: I worked with him over and over to destroy my own limitations and my limited understanding BEFORE I tried changing my-life. Shit got rough, but I welcomed it, because I’ve survived it before and this time the pain was because I wanted it. That is the biggest thing he taught me-- taking control, letting no one, nothing, not even him, controlling or owning anything about me. Answer to no one, but your-self (but don’t do stupid shit.)
As a final note, I give my deepest love, and respect to you, King Belial. Thank you for everything you have done for me, and all the years that you watched me, and for both believing in me, and showing me how to truly believe in my-self.
Please ask me questions below, about anything at all related to my experience. There were some visions of Belial I’ve not described, because they were oddly Lewd, so I’ll be keeping those from the discussion.
Hail King Belial! Forever the Destroyer of Tyrants, The One without a Master.
