When I entered high school in my teens, I came from a rural school where I basically had very good test scores. However, in this new school I was not doing as well as I had hoped and that frustrated me. I was a fan of secret societies and conspiracy theories, studying them very thoroughly as a child, although that no longer interests me now. I formed a group of friends with similar interests and we talked about those topics and for the first time I started talking about the occult with others. One day a friend of that circle came talking about the 72 demons of King Solomon and mentioned Dantalion, a powerful duke who gave you intelligence and who taught all the arts, as well as, he was the knower of all the thoughts of men and women of the world he could manipulate to his advantage. That was an omen, a sign, that there was an opportunity to improve my test scores.
The idea of making a pact with that demon was germinating in my mind for weeks, until one Friday I decided to make a pact. I did a ritual very much in the style of chaos magick, since at that age it was the very little I knew about magick. With my own blood on a rock I drew the sigil of Dantalion from the Ars Goetia and with my own inspiration and using the power of my intention and motivation I made a pact with the devil.
Did I get the knowledge I wanted? Yes, I did, my grades improved tremendously, and my brain worked smarter, but at what cost? My mistake was “not reading the fine print of the contract.” Dantalion knows all the thoughts of the people of the world, just as I said, and he can manipulate them in his favor. As the days went by, I became very anxious and neurotic, until I was diagnosed with an Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. My life was ruined. Nothing made sense, nor did school matter to me now. From that day on I began to study the occult arts tirelessly, focusing mainly on goetia, demonology and ceremonial magic in order to find calm in my soul. However, all that occult knowledge that I was acquiring with reading and practice was a consequence of the same pact with Dantalion. Four years later, I learn that Dantalion is the ruling demon for my date of birth according to the Shemhamephorash, opposite the angel Haiahiel.
Today many occultists in the English-speaking sphere (since I am from South America) recognize me as a great occultist despite my young age (so far I am 20 years old). I made a very strong friendship with some writers and with Edgar Kerval, who has allowed me to publish in his publisher twice. Although that pact ruined my adolescence and turned my life into a martyrdom of constant anxiety and nightmares, if it weren’t for him, I would not be the occultist that I am now.
This is my life story, I wanted to share it with you.
