The lost books - part 2B
Life under the cruel tutaledge of Azazel.
Several years ago I lost my wife and my mother at the same time and when this happened I was in the philippines. I had no car, no job waiting for me in the states, no place to live, my father remarried and had another family. I wasn’t wanted. So I chose to remain in Manila.
Within six months I couldn’t pay rent without my wife’s former income and I was out in the street. I’ve never felt so lost as that time. Unfortunately I chose to numb my pain with drugs and alcohol and that’s didn’t help at all. Soon I had been in the streets almost two years…it was miserable and awful. But my spirits helped me to survive. I learned how to manifest things like strangers bringing me food ect,
My faith in the ALL (God) had always been absolute. I can report I was always taken care of and never starved even a day. It was like God and my spirits provided all my needs
One night in summer i had a dream of a bright flash of light and fire. I could hear screams and sounds of war and fighting. I woke up burning with fever and I felt crazy.
Over the next few months the dreams intensified and I began seeing goats all over metra manila tied up in people’s yards
People would use goat humor like “. He really got your goat”…
It was maddening.
I knew I was close to my own death and I just prayed for angel asrael to please come and take me.
But something happened. I woke up one day with full knowledge of the Feng Shui systems stone properties and correspondences. A friend gave me some materials and I started making bracelets. It’s like I’d been doing it my whole life. People say my work and gasped with joy. And they bought oh did they buy.
You see what happened was this. Azazel found a magician clinging to life but begging for death. Azazel. He picked me up off the ground and helped me to stand on my own two feet again. He taught me bring making and the properties of stones. He gave me a business that would support me. He gave me my pride and dignity back and helped me so many many times.
He was brutal and harsh but I was in bad shape and almost couldn’t listen. He got me off drugs and alcohol. I haven’t had a drink since 2015, well maybe one or two but that’s all. It’s disgusting to me now.
Azazel changed my life. At times he possessed me directly and it was during possession that he opened the talents up in my mind.
Let me be clear, you don’t get a choice with Azazel, he’s so strong if he wants to possess you he will.
I was getting robbed once by three young men with ice picks and sticks. Something happened and I just kind of got pushed into the passenger seat of my body. Like I could watch from above but not act. Azazel using only my fists knees and elbows beat the three men so badly that they dropped thier weapons and ran from me. I came to covered in blood that wasn’t mine and all the bystanders were looking at me in shock. They say the noises I made were like an animal. I went to the police station to report what happened and they gave me a new shirt to wear. I never saw those men again.
I got housing and started my life over. Things fell into place marvelously and my business was flourishing.
Then my third and final teacher came into my life and I completed my training with him for three years before he passed from cancer.
My three teachers, prince Orobas, and Azazel have made me the man and the magician I am today.
Hail Azazel you have my gratitude
This was the realest and hardest shit I’ve ever wrote.
