Here are my experiences so far:
I got the tattoo 2 days ago.
My artist is a trusted friend, and applied it without any problems. Although, for the record, it’s a very difficult place to tattoo, because it’s on the inside curve of my left arm, and I had to lay down to receive it.
I’ve never had the sharp needles piercing my skin again and again feel so pain-free in my life. In fact, it felt pleasurable, and I’d often find myself involuntarily tripping out inside my mind in fantasy as the ink was inserted under my skin.
And after a few minutes, my artist would say, “Hey Timothy, you there bro? You OK?” And I’d snap back into reality, wondering how the fuck I was able to mentally escape what usually feels like pseudo-torture. (The worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life was tattooing the word “IMMORTAL” in big letters on my chest.)
There was a moment, an hour after I walked out of the parlor, where I sat down on a bench, removed the bandage, and looked at the tattoo for the first time.
All I saw was my dark red blood weeping out of my skin, and smearing all over the black tattoo, as if consecrating it for the first time.
And instantly I received a vision of this Demonic Circle as a LIVING BEING on the astral plane, feeding on my blood in the physical, now ready to serve me.
I live in a dank, shadowy basement, with all the windows covered in heavy drapes.
And every night I lie in bed, and scry into the black darkness of my room in front of me.
Typically, I see pitch-black spirits of varying abstract shapes - darker than the darkness of the room - encircling my bed, flying all around constantly.
After they circle, I often see basketball-size violet spheres drifting in front of me, floating into my face, bumping off it, rotating out, as a new sphere floats up to my face, bounces into it, and rotates out, and so on, like an assembly line of anonymous purple energy, that taps into my face, and rolls out of the way.
Mind you, this is a nightly occurrence that has transpired for several years now. And sometimes, it can be annoying, to the point where I get fed up, and turn on the lights to drown it out, so I can sleep.
But on the night of the tattoo, and each night since, these unidentified spirits are in swarms, flying around my bed, as if forming a strong, defensive blockade of perfect blackness around my bed. It’s as if it has gone from just 5-10 spirits, to a hundred.
My theoretical explanation is that by branding myself with an overtly inviting mark - by embedding the symbol of Demonic Pact inside my very flesh - I’ve opened up a permanent telepathic line of communication directly to any spirits on that energetic wavelength, and my subconscious mind is now actively evoking them to be with me at all times.
Furthermore, last night, I scryed into the blackness of the space in my room, cited, “Alash tad Al’ash tal Ashtu” for the first time since getting the tattoo, and I was IMMEDIATELY driven into a deep, captivating trance. (The sudden power of which took me completely by surprise, and startled the shit out of me)
From inside this gnosis, I simply spoke the name, “Belial”, and in this moment I could feel the watchful presence of this spirit at the foot of my bed, inside my mind.
I rested in this trance, then I repeated the litany and said goodbye, and fell into the soundest, most vibrant series of lucid dreams I’ve had in a long time, containing all kinds of explicitly sexual and magical themes.
That’s the story so far.
P.S. Several times, I’ve woken up to the realization that I was just performing evocation inside my dream. And I’m consciously able to recall and see the spirit I was just enjoying a conversation with on the astral in my sleep state.
I’m almost sure that these unnamed spirits surrounding me are the result of some kind of agreement I consented to during a dream evocation.
I know I could do a blind evocation to question one of these creatures, but an intuitive voice in my mind counsels me, and prevents me from interfering or even involving my waking-conscious mind in the affairs of my dream-consciousness.