I wrote this drunk to see if I discern any spiritual gain from myself
I practiced black magick. ea koetting’s vengeful destruction magick and saw results. They arent as effective as causing death but the victims become visibly depressed, confused and unenergetic.
I think practicing the black magick has had a good effect on my wellbeing.
I can watch a man who openly disrespects me in public and smile at him. I used to use foul language or scorn others behind their back. “others” refers to the alcoholic, the gay Christian, the terrible boss, bad muslim, selfish hindu, a holier than thou Christian madman, the relative who wants to mine me for money, the rude bastards 1,2,3 and more to come in my life.
not any more.
I feel so @tpeace. So powerful and confident.
I dont like how the people i want dead arent dead yet (if anyone has advice let me know please) but I am at peace.
I treat cursing my enemies like sport. its for fun. the enemies arent the centre of my spiritual practice like long ago. now the center is my own occult abilities and my own divinity. the centre is the pleasure of the phantom sensations and lucid dreams I have at night.
sometimes I have lucid nightmares. I dislike them but I can find pleasure from the thrill of them.no I do not feel pleasure for fear or pain.
the day my enemies drop dead I will smile and morn for them. they were my enemies and it for the best they stay dead and in pain. but I calm and honorable enough to honour anything truly worth honoring about them and their loving families after they are gone. Pity the lives that are truely hurt by their departure, I did not mean to cause you pain.
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today I reclined on a chair at work and my back leaned against a womans coat that was draped on it. later the woman came and unceremoniously yanked it from me. my astral eyes felt the disrepect and hate she felt for me.
I felt pain and humiliation to my human dignity, I dont know why. I can see how the wrong in me both sober and drunk, I feel guilt for wanting her dead or actually moving magcik to cause her death. I can imagine all the horror her family and friends would feel. But I say this with the innocence of a child.
“her death would comfort me , it is for the best she died over this matter”. I fought and learned hard for basic human dignity in the past. now I have it, thats why my name is at-peace.
whether im in the right or wrong, it doesnt matter. my dignity was hard fought nothing can take it. or nothing I percieve can take it.
I do not hate that woman, but it is true that I pray death (pray death not pray for death)to her. I will do so once I am sober again too.
if I was a criminal taken to death row. if the officers addressed me as sir or mr. {my name} I would find peace in that situation.
as bleak as this section of my journal seems to be. the only negative emotion here is pain and what stems from it. I take heart that there is no active malice in here. no matter what evil I commit I can be assured that I myself was not truly evil