So I felt a strange feeling around me all day one day, it felt old. Like VERY old I couldn’t shake it off, even when I finally did it returned.
I decided to enter my universal circle, i lit some incense, in between the Nabataean script I placed three red candles.
On the cardinal points of the circle I placed four black candles. I began meditating dropper deeply into my other senses, falling deep within myself.
I simply sent out a psychic ‘transmission’ if you will.
Around me several figures began pacing and around them were about a hundred black faces with white eyes and gaping mouths.
I heard “WE ARE THE DEXHOLHEEM” the figures stood still holding spears made of moving shadows. The faces however kept moving these several anthropomorphic figures made themselves known as chiefs of the tribe of the Dexholheem.
These exist in the shadow realm deep within the astral plane, they act as deadly emissaries of war.
They also teach the mysteries of the shadows and it’s powers. As well as the arts of concealment, psychic assassination and teach the art of shadow magick.
This tribe was very ancient the several chieftain entities were there sure, however about a few hundred faces flew around them.
They do however drain the energy and life off the area, to fuel their arrival and the task they are set on. These are ancient deities what I found very interesting is they claim to be from what they call ‘Valis’ which is their language or word for Pluto.
That I found very interesting, I would have categorised them as saturnian but apparently not. To call these entities it cannot be through a incantation but rather a prayer.
They do demand a offering for their work and presence. I asked what offering do you require it was a odd request but …
“Obtain a dark blue or purple flower anoint it with blood, light a black candle burn the flower and praise our tribe as the smoke rises”.
Very strange indeed, so I did as they asked I actually had a flower in mind not far from me outside my garden known as cornflower.
I dropped a drop of blood into it and burnt it in a black bowl then I began reciting their prayer.
Shadows rising, Sun is dawning
Hide they do, in the dark crevice
Of the morning
Eyes are white, empty and cold
Skin as black as night,
Presence aeons old
Dexholheem, O’grand tribe I pray thee.
Repeat this over and over watching the flower burn, do this in complete darkness.
Candle should be extinguished only fire that should be lit, is the flame burning on the flower.
Once the area is in total darkness they will rise to you’re calling.