I know I’ve been scarce in commenting lately, because I’ve really been occupied in everyday life but also because my spare time has been heavily invested in pursuing the vampiric current of Tezcatlipoca that I mentioned here much earlier. His teachings had a very ‘shamanic’ emphasis in their “shapeshifting astral vampirism” theme, and recently I’ve also been guided to finally begin working with Hekate to further broaden my skill set here. I first wanted to work heavily with her when I was a total neophyte in magick and got to look through Mark Alan Smith’s grimoire featuring her. In a particularly “heavy” dream at that time, I was visited by that current’s embodiment of the Moirai. They told me some very neat things about personal development and ‘destiny’ that have since either proven true or been corroborated by others’ independent divinations (I’m looking at you in particular, Lady Eva!) - and then told me quite straightforwardly that my time to work with Hekate had not yet come, but it would if I followed the path revealed. So after this horrendously long paragraph of introduction, I’ve recently felt that it’s become time! This little anecdote that may be interesting/helpful occurred barely a few days after reaching out to better ‘introduce myself’ to Hekate before, hopefully, agreeing to work more closely together. Up to this point my techniques in astral vampirism taught in the vein of Tezcatlipoca focussed on my solo efforts, played out as a hunt. Reaching out to Hekate triggered the experience of working with other entities. I’ll be sure and close with why I think this is, after I get on with it and type the damned story. So cheers!
My guidance from Tezcatlipoca was always heavy in emphasizing the physical element as one more thing to bring into harmony with the mental/spiritual, for a stronger combined effort. Certain degrees of physical training and exercise cultivated more of the body/mindset of the hunting animals that proved as role models in the hunt, as well as rendering me good and physically tired for a better astral jaunt.
The night that this new development occurred, I had just completed a little night run and some other exercises to the point of pleasant physical exhaustion. After which, as an exercise of mental might, I laid down comfortably but held off going to sleep, meditating instead. Once I was finished with this and ready to go to sleep for the next stage, my (finally awakening!) senses picked up on an unknown entity entering my space and bearing toward me.
The entity was at first a shapeless mass of dark colours, with mostly black and purple wings like a butterfly’s: in fact the pattern of the wings was closest to perhaps a luna moth’s. I instantly sensed that it was female, and it was vampiric: in fact it had come to leech off of my hard-won extra energy! I remained still and calm, confident in my abilities but waiting to learn more about the entity.
As she drew closer, a head began to develop from the shapeless mass of swirling dark colours. It resembled a bird’s skull, with large socket eyes and a needle-sharp beak. As she drew closer, she went for my lower chakras and then developed a body: female, nude, but not so much actually attractive as just sexual (if that makes any damned sense!) - and also very clearly not her true form but an assumed mask in order to pilfer energy. She was about to vampirize some of my sexual energy, when I finally moved, just a little to show that I had been aware the whole time.
With my breaths to lend emphasis, I tweaked the “darkness-breathing” from WoD that I still practice often, and called to Darkness as my tool. This time, I formed the Darkness into tendrils, which I used to hold this vampiric entity in place. She tried to struggle at first but my concentration was honed by good training and there she remained. So she started changing her shape, form after form, trying to appear more attractive, more irresistable, or even like a helpless girl who “just needed to eat”.
When her struggling had subsided, I told her that I had nothing against what she was doing, but was not about to let it happen to me: after all, what did I have to gain from it other than that loss of energy? She knew she was caught, so had to listen. I told her of something that might benefit us both: we would combine our strengths, hunt together, and share the spoils. She could show me her techniques in deception to lull victims into submission, and I would lend the strength of a hunting animal when it was time to actually overpower. I didn’t have to seek out mutual gain: I felt confident that I could bottle her up somewhere practically forever.
She knew she was caught, and she agreed, but muttered that I would have to see her “lord”. I got the feeling that she wasn’t a hugely powerful daemon so much as a minor spiritual entity, so this really intrigued me. I dropped fully into a deep trance, instructing her to “show the way.”
When I had transitioned to this other place (I’m never sure when my use of common occult terminology will actually be at odds with the common usage, so I try to to commit to, ‘oh, it was (x) plane or dimension, of course!’), I was in front of a small grassy knoll or mound covered with very pale green, almost greyish, turf. I had the impression of many more of these winged entities flying to and fro far overhead. Atop the tiny hill was a solitary grey stone tower, very old, with an unnaturally blackened archway instead of a door, through which emerged a strange figure. He definitely gave off the impression of a being of real power, nothing minor like the creature that had tried to feed on me.
He was tall, moved with measured precision that in spite of slowness implied strength, and had very pale greyish-green skin much like the grass that was growing on the little hill. His eyes had slitted pupils like a snake’s, or maybe a cat’s. His short hair was white, but his face unwrinkled: he was ancient, no doubt, but unaged according to our human standards. His canines were very pronounced, and he wore a brilliant green coat of emerald hue, like some Renaissance coat of ridiculous complication. I’d try to image search for something similar but I have no idea what such a thing would be called.
He already knew what had brought me there, but showed no surprise. His greeting was courteous but lacked warmth: in short, he dealt with assigning his “charge” to me as if it were a business deal, but he really seemed to attach no importance to the outcome. He just watched me with those slitted eyes, very intently, while I explained that for the trouble of this vampiric nuisance I felt the need for either some type of recompense, or I would feel obligated to retain my captive. He without hesitation told to me that the captive was mine, and seemed relieved that I had asked for nothing more, which really picqued my interest about who this was. So far a lot of the elements reminded me of some of the original faery stories from the Celtic countries, but as soon as I saw him the name of a major daemon leapt unbidden into my mind for no “reason” I can discern, and I’m hesitant to simply dismiss that. Of course, it could be a defence ploy on his part, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
With this talk seeming concluded, and a lot of questions running through my mind, I departed with my captive-turned-servitor. The scene of the tower on the mound began to fade as we departed for my usual hunting-grounds, but the figure of the faery or daemon or whatever he was remained outside the tower, never breaking from silently watching me.
The entity that had at first tried to feed on me became very quiet at this point, and I took us to go find some sleepers (my working theory is that the people I’m able to feed on right now are somewhere actually asleep, but how the hell am I supposed to know right now - at least the results are great). I communicated to her that she was to draw them out and entice them, and I would lunge for the “kill” (I’m just going to assume those quotation marks are justified; if not, that planet’s grossly overpopulated anyway, but I think “killing” them in their sleep just wakes them up, with a bit of their vital or sexual energy still floating around to be harnessed). This worked well: I had freed her from her bonds of the Darkness and she seemed disinclined to really go anywhere, so she did her part in the hunt and without any prompting on my part stood back to give me the first share of the harvested energy. (For all you lovely civilized people on here, just remember that courtesy is for ladies and gentlemen: she felt quite up to the task of feeding on me, so I have to be ruthless enough for her to respect me, and this is definitely a necessary measure of ‘pack dynamics’ if that doesn’t sound too pretentious.)
Then I shared some with her, and I really do think that the kind of energy I can hunt successfully through Tezcatlipoca’s methods still provides more than her techniques could have provided, to say nothing of what arrangement there may have been with the Green-coated Man. It is my intention to continue hunting with my new servant and hopefully win a real loyalty from her, so I can learn more about this Green-coated Man. He has secrets!
I have trusted her in the meantime to hunt on her own some nights, as long as she brings me a token share of what she gathers, and she has been consistent in returning so we’ll see where this goes.
I would say that overall, Tezcatlipoca’s path has been about cultivating yourself as a solitary hunter, self-sufficient and powerful. This series of events, occurring right after reaching out to Hekate in inquiry on a future dedicated pathworking together, has already involved more working with other entities, and even managing a servitor (and I get the feeling this fellow in the green coat has many different entities under his authority). Or, I wasn’t “supposed” to do this and I’m a colossal Mesoamerican-savage-trained asshole.
Ok, I think that’s all I meant to type out about this just now. I hope to be more consistently active here in the near future, so I hope y’all are prepared for more utter lunacy! 0.o