Earlier this week I had a really amazing dream where a member of my close family who died from alcoholism was acting like the kid in The Exorcist, crawling up walls and looking quite monstrous and frightening, and screaming out for more drink with the inside of their mouth all gross and filled with dried spittle and things.
I watched them, feeling really powerless (and really caught up in it, it wasn’t a “lucid” dream, it felt real), then in the dream I invoked the Ahriman current in my spine and “cast out the lie” in them (addictions lie, they promise happiness and bring destruction, etc. - my worldview, anyway) and the person fell back, at peace and very calm and healed.
I don’t think the dream was to do with their actual spirit because I already escorted that to rest ages ago, I think it was to do with the lock on our dark-empowered natures imposed by society, and the way that casting that off allows us to see things more clearly, and I know that person had amazing psychic powers they just couldn’t handle in the everyday world in their generation, and that’s part of why they tolerated the addiction.
It helped me to see just how much choosing to embrace power, and to step into the darkness to find out what’s in there, is the healthier path than the one this person took, trying to blank out the pain of their innate talent, and in the end finding an inner demon that took their life for no reason.
If I ever seem a bit overly-committed to black magick and stuff, things like this are the main reason why, and remind me what happens when some people try to drown themselves in the illusory safety of the mundane “well-meaning” world and all the pitfalls it contains.