I have been lurking on this forum for a little while and enjoyed reading on various topics and found most of the opinions voiced here very interresting and thought provoking. Like I have mentioned in my introduction I have been dabbling for a little while and have begun to concentrate more seriously on ritual magic in the last six months and not even four days ago I have had the most terrifying and illuminating experience and I wish to share this with readers and hope that perhaps they can learn from it and offer some constructive chriticism. The names of the people involved have been changed in order to protect their identity.
To begin, I am a tour guide which means I travel all across the UK and abroad and on the 3rd July I happened to be in the city of Edinburgh. In the evening I escorted my group of tourists down into the Edinburgh vaults on a ghost tour. Just a quick note on The Edinburgh vaults: The city on Edinburgh is split in two with dramatic contrast betweent the old town and the new town. For centuries the old town of Edinburgh was situated within the city walls and no one wanted to build outside the walls in fear of a possible invasion by the British south of the border. But being the capital city of Scotland, very quickly they ran out of space within the city confines so they began to build upwards and created tennements, in some instances the city tennements reached a staggerring 13 storeys which was unheard of in the 17th century. Rapidly running out of living space, the people began to dig underground and thus many of the poorest people began to live in subterranean caverns and vaults. Because most of Edinburgh is situated ontop of volcanic rock it is possible to dig into the rock and what is dug there, stays there, so much of Edinburgh under street level resembles a rabbit warren which in some cases go down below as deep as a mile underground. The vaults attracted criminals and gangs, and some of the lowest rungs of society at that time. Then in the beginning of the 19th century the new town was created when a new middle class or meddling sort began to prosper through trade and industry, those who could, left the old town to new and better built suburbs with wider streets and larger housing. The poor remained and until the mid 1800’s people still lived in the vaults. When the plague struck the city of Edinburgh in the 1660’s the city council blocked the entrances to the vaults to attempt at stopping the outbreak from reaching street level so the healthy were locked in along with the sick for several weeks until everyone was dead. There is a great documentary about this on you tube so to avoid this post becoming too long I suggest you watch the following https://youtu.be/MD62bKQ6Inw
Back to the main occurence: On the Friday, I went along with my group on a walking ghost tour of Edinburgh and delighted in hearing about the history of the city, this tour ended inside the old city vaults. I have always been sensitive to energies but this was un- precedented. We descended the stairs down into the bowels of the earth and into the vaults. The guide lead us through a serious of empty antechambers and once we reached the fourth and deepest of the vaults I began to lose my balange and fell to the ground. I felt my breathing getting heavier, I felt anger and hatred rising up inside me, and something took over, I tried to resist it but it just became stronger so I let myself go and it took over, I blacked out for a few moments and when I came to my senses I was outside in the light in the company of two members of staff. It turns out when I fell, one of my group members tried to help me to my feet but he quickly backed away for I began to growl and scream at him in a deep voice unlike my own. I told everyone around me to leave immediately or else (Quote): " I SHALL DESTROY YOU ALL!!!) then I began to laugh and dug my hands into the dirt. The poor guy was terrified with good reason and wrote an email to my company about his experience for I scared every single person in that room. I told my employers that I had a panic attack and I wrote an apologetic letter which they accepted and all is fine. But this is only the beginning! After the possession I began to act out and went into the nearest bar where I drank so much to the point of passing out. I do not remenber getting home and when I woke up my body felt beaten and bruised and I was berely able to get up. I was then totally overcome by the utmost sadness almost to the point of feeling suicidal. I tried to comprehend the events of the night before but all I felt was thirst, so I got up and went out to another bar where again I drank myself into oblivion and again became black out drunk.
Back home I fell ill with flu and fatigue which lasted for over two weeks. I have been scouring my books on the occult in the hope of finding anything I could about the occurrence on the friday night but nothing. On the 8th of July I met with a friend and sorceress at Stonehenge and together we bid this spirit to manifest itself in order to find out what it is (needless to say this spirit followed me the entire time since Edinburgh) when it did come forth, we aked it what it wanted and why it was with us. All we got out of it was that it was scared and angry and pure spirit. My friend has amazing powers and she called it into herself and together we sent it into the light… or so I thought.
After confronting the spirit I felt relieved and light, like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders and that evening I slept better than I have since my encounter but then…
Like most of us, I have a space dedicated to ritual, and I am fortunate enough to have a large basement in my home which I have turned into a ritual chamber. I hung red velvet on the walls and for the last few months I began working through Queen of Hell by Mark Alan Smith so I have mainly been concentrating and focussing on Hecate. My altar has been consecrated and dedicated to her and on my Northern wall I hung the pentagrammaton of Hecate. Her communication with me have been spontaneous and I have been very satisfied with the results of working with her. Last weekend I had a rare day off and since the weather that Saturday was absolutely fantastic I decided to hold a BBQ and invited a good friend ( whom I shall name Anna) over for dinner. As we sat in the garden she (unbeknownst of my ritual practice or occult interests) kept on staring at the door to my basement. “Who is that?” She asked me, I gazed in the direction of the door, not seeing anything and asked "Who do you mean? “The lady with the black hair and pale skin, she wants me to go inside your basement, what is in there?” Anna continued. I was truly taken aback, I tried to change the subject but something told me that this is no coincidence and being curious I started to ask her if she believed in the occult. A little while later I came to the realization that my friend was a natural witch, something I always suspected but never wanted to discuss in the off chance that my intuition was incorrect. I told her about my interests and I invited her to my basement on the condition that she keep it a secret. Once inside I lit some candles on the altar of Hecate and we sat down on the carpet I lay on the concrete floor.
Since none of this was planned and we were having a BBQ I have had a couple of beers by this time and so did she but she was never a big drinker. As soon as we sat down I felt myself feeling really thirsty again and I drained my beer and opened another one. Anna’s eyes were transfixed on the velvet covered wall behind me and began to speak:
“The lady is disspointed in you, she does not want you to drink, she wants you back, she is here to warn you against him” Anna said suddenly. "Against who? I asked? " Anna pointed to the red velvet behind me, her eyes dilated with fear, against that! ( she pointed to the wall behind me) He wants to devour you, he threatens me to leave or else he shall kill me too. " I didn’t feel or see anything but wonder if this was deliberate, I did try to speak but began to mumble gibberish and blacked out for a few minutes. Anna became truly scared. “That demonic thing wants you, get out, get out now…!!!”
"I saw it’s face!!! "she almost screamed, a broom fell and my door which we closed when we came into the basement rattled and there were three knocks…BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
“Get out of here!” Anna said, getting up, " The lady said we should go now, blow out the candles, lets go upstairs." I followed Anna’s cue. We did this quickly and openened the door to the late night sky. I locked the door to the ritual chamber and we went upstairs. I went straight to bed overcome with fatigue and passed out in a few minutes. Annna stayed over in the guest room. I do not recall my dreams but when I woke up I saw dark red scratchmarks on my left ankle, like a beast tried to tear open my flesh. I got up and made myself a strong cup of coffee, about an hour later Anna came to join me in the kitchen and we started to chat about the events of the night before.
In her recollection, the woman who beckoned her was beautiful with pale skin, long black hair, in her late thirties, possibly early forties yet still very beautiful, slender, with brown eyes and hands which seemed to belong to an old lady. The vibe she got from this woman was that of a kind, loving and motherly figure albeit a force to be reckoned with. The woman called her on account of me, as a warning. She had no messages for Anna about herself, she was mainly there to chastize me for my unsatisfactory behaviour. It was then that the “demon” or entity revealed himself to her. “What did he look like? " I asked her.
“Long sharp nose, budding horns, scale-like face and sharp teeth.” She answered. I opened the Queen of Hell grimoire and showed her an illustration of the demon Belial. “That’s what it looked like!” She said “That is him! I was so scared, the woman kept stroking my hair to calm me down yet, she did nothing to keep the demon from attacking you.” Anna continued. The woman knew the demon but refused to talk to it. Why did she not intervene? That being wanted to kill you!” I showed her the scratchmarks on my ankle, that is him! Honey I told you! " She was almost hysterical. I hugged her to calm her down, “Wait, there must be an explanation for this” I said.
“How did you sleep?” I asked her. "Ok, considering what happenned but I was called by the man with the white hat and suit at the crossroads, he wants me to talk to him. " I don’t know why but I suddenly had the image of the voodoo spirit and gatekeeper Papa Legba in my mind. “What exactly did he look like?” I asked her. She began to describe a tall slender man in a business suit, with wide shoulders and white straw hat on his head and carrying a large rectangular suitcase waiting at the crossroads. She had no knowlege of voodoo and this was too much to consider a coincidence. I asked her what she knew about voodoo and she admitted “nothing”. I explained to her who Papa Legba was and decided that we simply must find out what Papa wanted from her and why he called her specifically. I then recalled a voodoo ritual I did a few years before which almost ended in disaster for my altar set on fire. I knew the reason why (more on that later) hence the reason I have been wary of voodoo ever since.
Please continue to part 2: Title: “What the fuck just happened?” Demonic posession and voodoo assistance part 2