Ritual Report: Performed Sunday 9pm Apr 5 2020
First of all, I wasn’t attracted to this ritual because I don’t have these types of chains. I never did. Despite living with an ostensibly Church of England mother, saying the xtian “lords prayer” and “grace” daily, and being sent to an orthodox Jewish school with morning prayers and Passover school assemblies, as a sensitive I could feel the lack of any kind of energy attached to them - only what the humans generated willingly, it’s was blatantly obvious to see - so, like water off a ducks back, they never affected me. No more than getting wet in the ocean - when you get out, you dry off and forget you were wet. Always strong-willed, I became increasingly frustrated with of the charade and meaningless rhetoric.
By the time I was 8, I was tired of wasting my time saying them and requested of my ridiculous parent that this charade cease. She was grateful to lose another chore and so was I. I remained an atheist until I was 22.
I’ve never quite lost my child-self’s contempt of sheeple that absorb this empty indoctrination without critically examining it, then complain that they’re ‘chained’. Insubstantial ‘chains’ made of what - fluff and nonsense. They chained themselves because they wanted to; they could stop whining and unchain themselves at any time. This ritual helps them work with the subconscious to bring it into the light of common sense.
So, I had low expectations for this ritual, and let it be what it would. I was pleasantly surprised.
The 7 headed dragon appeared behind me, as predicted… and It became an assumption of godforms rite. I was already in the energy of the 144 Wings of the Dragon ritual from earlier work, and seamlessly continued into this ritual carrying that with me.
The chant is where the power lies. Voiced as a hiss and with feeling, the images of storm and quake that I’d intended to hold were swept away, and the Dragon filled my mind. And then I became the Dragon. The room was too hot and to small, I didn’t fit it any more. I curiously observed without judgement my 7 heads, and 144 wings, with 2 tails able to sweep souls before them.
And then Satolas connected to me through this avatar. Satolas is the ninth Gatekeeper that I’ve cursorily worked with as part of my involvement with the Gatekeeper workings of EA Koetting.
His message was personal, strengthening and encouraging. He gave me ‘Megin’, a specific type of power that I’ve only found property described with this Old Norse word.
After the ritual, I felt ‘ganz allein’ - alone and cold - and grounded with hot tea and a blanket on the sofa. I was tired and processing. I slept like a baby, unusual as my family woke me many times as they do, and I’m an insomniac. This morning, my energy was such that I got up early, motivated and clear.
I usually have to force myself to face another day of humanity.
There maybe some changes to make as I use this energy to view things with a different lens. I will continue this contact with Satolas, who has revealed himself as more than interesting.