Day 3: Old memories
I woke up today, quite happy went around my day in a pretty good fucking mood.
My Health had suddenly improved and peoples attitudes improved significantly, It was great. I sat at the bed of the lake looking over the waters and a Flood of memories came rushing in back when I was a church boy.
You see I wasn’t your typical Christian, I had a legitimate connection to Jehova.
What did this mean? I’d talk to him I was a powerful medium as a kid and still am, I’d just talk to him about random stuff and he’d help me out with other stuff.
Keep in mind this was no thought form, this was the real deal, I’d ask him for stuff and he’d do it, something surprisingly difficult he could do for me.
I was the rare guy who had “God”, actually answered his prayers, and could even fucking talk to him.
And when I’d go to church it was at night, where there was no one there, my parents would be out doing other crap while I sat alone in church enjoying the silence and the candles lit.
I Then began to wonder what the Other gods were like.
I’d ask Jehova about them and he’d tell me there were more gods than him, but he would say nothing more.
It was at my teens that I began exploring the Wiccan current, and Dianic tradition.
I fell in love with the other gods, and Jehova was not happy at all.
He was a jealous God as literally described in the bible.
I then stopped, noticing how upset he was and looked into ceremonial magick where his power was utilized.
By the time I was 17 I was a ceremonial magician evoking angels and getting myself whatever I wanted.
It was great, but I was lacking something…I felt hollow.
Every time I read that quote at of the bible
“How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!”
I always felt sympathy funny enough when I read that quote and almost felt connected to Lucifer in someway.
Eventually, I had a battle going on in my head whether to turn to the LHP and while this occurred in my head, Jehova just stopped talking to me.
He just didn’t care about me anymore.
I had a legitimate relationship with “God”, and he had forsaken me.
I didn’t care anymore about Heaven or Hell I just wanted to know the fucking Truth.
And at that moment my RHP journey ended and my LHP journey began.
It was at December 24 of 2017 that I evoked Lucifer (Suprise I’m new to the Lhp lol) Christmas right? This was my way of saying “Fuck you Jehova, Scum”, and Lucifer came.
I’d never felt an energy more Angelic.
I felt archangels and this Being created more Light, and before I knew it I’m here.
It’s April 18 of 2018 and I’m deep into this path already.
Through intense sessions of forcing open my senses, I reawakened my astral senses back as they were when I was a kid.
That was my Journey.
And today I had a dream.
I was walking out of that same church I went to as a Kid, and there was this Rock, an angel with black wings and a scythe waited for me.
Azrael.
I can’t remember the conversation, but he smiled and cut my connection the church
I then woke up now writing this Journal.