Day 8 experience
Something incredible happened the night after today’s practice… Is this the power of the divs?
I did the ignition of the black sun but this time I put strong emotions of hatred into the practice. Hatred because I wasn’t more than I deserved to be. Hatred towards my current self. The energy of the divs was almost overwhelming but every word I spoke had intense meaning behind it.
I then blackened my chakras and ended the rite after building my shadow body.
After this, I listened to Ahriman’s enn chant and did the Kunda Yoga exercise. Previously, I only chanted Ahriman’s name in my mind but now I resorted to what I thought to be much more powerful: A youtube video.
After Kunda Yoga, I breathed through each of my isolated nostrils in order to awaken DeHak and DoMar.
Before going to sleep, I prayed to Azazel and when I do, his sigil kinda just appears in my mind’s eye because we go wayyy back. And so I put my focus on that sigil and prayed. Then, I went to sleep.
My enlightening experience
The same night I had an enlightening experience… one that left me speechless once I woke up. The exact dream will be described in a separate post because it itself is not necessarily part of my journal. It can be interpreted as a separate experience.
But basically, it was a hyperrealistic lucid dream (maybe even an astral projection) where I was at a strange location. This location was warm and the ground was covered with grass and flowers. The sun was shining and people (adults and children) were just super happy.
It did not feel like a dream at all. It was too realistic and I did not become lucid either upon realizing that something is wrong… no, I just WAS lucid. Out of the blue.
I walked around and spend my time baking in the sun. It was as if my physical body was in another world entirely. I even ran around and shit and I had no problems staying in that world, whereas my lucid dreams would normally start breaking apart.
Long story short, the people there, including me, played games. We infiltrated the dream world to finish certain tasks for fun and the pack of losers who did not score enough points would be executed. We would literally die over and over again, just to respawn at that island at a later time of the day. For example, I respawned when the sun was about to set, after gruesomely dying earlier that day.
The little field where we hung out was surrounded by a small lake and on the other side of that lake was miles and miles of fruitful land, that looked like all kinds of things were planted there…like a farm.
The people there played with death. They would die over and over again just to be remade because they knew they were immortal… WE were immortal. We died over and over again and went through the actual physical pain that death was related to. The more I died, the more I looked at death as just another process to go through rather than a painful end.
Death was never the end. We knew very well that we were immortal and thus we died over and over again, just for fun, no matter how ugly the process of dying was.
Over and over again, I felt things go dark, my body hurting, and my muscles spasming, only to reawaken at a later time that day in the same location.
Lesson learned… we are immortal. We are almighty
