One of the things I’ve been steadily working on is remembering when and how Lucifer and I came to be. I get pieces of things, but last night I slipped into the astral like I do before bed and SAW it. I remembered .
I was in a palace or temple. There was a king or ruler, although I couldn’t see his face. He had on armour. I wasn’t a servant but I rushed to him - there was a fight- to try and console him. I saw myself fly clear across the room and blood spattered the walls. He was angry, though not with me, but I suffered it. I was wearing a white dress, the entire front was stained red. I don’t know what he did, struck me maybe, but there was a lot of blood.
I lay behind a bush or dead tree and couldn’t breathe well. There was a shadow and I got afraid again. Looking at me was Lucifer, he held his hand out. I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t breathe. He looked like he was in a tussle but not wounded. He lifted me and sank his teeth into my chest, my breath stopped. I died.
We were in his temple, the place I visit often. Bluish black marble everything, fires on the wall and in the center of the room. He layed me on the marble table I’ve been on before. When I opened my eyes, my dress was changed and he was standing over me. He took my hand and led me to his throne where we sat hand in hand.
Renich tasa uberaca biasa icar Lucifer
Hail my King!