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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #30 on: January 15, 2018, 08:17:45 PM »
The ritual burning of lists of things one wishes to let go IMO is valid. It is not magick, rather, it is a practical application of the science of psychology.

And I have, in my younger days, practiced magick, including some things from that grimoire. Including some rather....dark things....And some odd stuff happened twice. In that once, I did a ritual curse, something very, very dark indeed, this was not wicca, this was, I admit, some of the nastiest stuff you'd ever come across, now of course I cannot be sure there was cause and effect related to the ritual of the cursing, but, it was done, a nasty little ritual, directed against somebody hated.

The guy ended up very soon after finding himself with a cancer, and then soon died afterwards.

The other, was a summoning ritual and I did feel something, fighting against attempts to control, I felt a force present. And it was not something I could put down again for good, only restrain it severely.

Same place was used for both rituals, the curse was done first. And the thing summoned, it felt evil. And it WAS something known as evil, more experimental than ever directed to perform a task.

Now, the really fucked up shit, was that when a group of friends came there with me to explore, the same old, abandoned mansion this was done in and scavenge for useful items (the place had had a fire on the ground floor but the rest of everything was untouched, all the upper floors, even found a bag of weed and some valium there once, heh, looked like the owners had got the fuck out in a hurry and never came back)

There was a young girl there, amongst others, and none of these people ever knew that I'd done this stuff, bar a couple I told AFTER that I'd done such things. This particular young girl, age about 13yo, she took on a deep, deep, deep MALE voice, that I doubt she could have spoken in, very, very old, very deep, stentorian, gravelly voice. After going to a specific site in the grounds, she spoke in this voice, the words 'touched by another, forever be mine'. And was thrown bodily through the air. Nobody touched her physically, I was there. She went from a standing start, through the air like a ball struck with a bat. Thankfully it was in the grounds, as she approached the place, after speaking those words. I am still certain that at her age and size she could not physically have spoken in the way she did with female vocal  chords at her age. I just don't think it would be biologically a thing she could have done. And she knew NOTHING of the fact that rituals of any kind had been performed there. Let alone that there was a potential bound entity possibly still present. The 'aura' of the place turned black as hell, everybody was getting shit up, including a trio of wiccan girls. They too did not know that I had been doing things there, twice. Not until we separated later, after making a rapid exit. They had been there before, these three, at the time close friends of mine, one my GF, and later, older of the two girls I'd been engaged to. Thankfully my younger, first fiancee, the just about 14yo one, she never went there, before or after I'd done anything bar exploration, I never took her near the place and never would have either, not after seeing the shit that went down there.

This 13yo girl's eyes rolled back in her head, until the whites of her eyes and blood vessels were showing before speaking those words in a voice she couldn't possibly have spoken in, a deep, deep male bass voice, a gravelly, grating, slow voice, that would be very deep even for an adult man of some age with a naturally very low voice. Somehow had a feeling of immense age to the sentence. Then she snapped out of it, and went flying like she had been hit with a bat big enough to fire a human like a fucking golf ball. Thankfully she was not injured physically, just badly shit up. And when I asked her what the fuck what she said meant, she had no idea she'd even said those words.

We never went back. And the wiccan girls, they freaked when told, in the sense of 'you did WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK there Lestat? fucking hell you didn't, please tell me you didn't call on that?' turning bloody pale when they were later told about just some of the things that had been done, even some purely experimental stuff. And about what was bound there. The place was demolished soon after and turned into a block of flats, after being razed to the ground. They said they felt things, as did some other friends, quite a few, who had nothing to do with magick, didn't believe in it or practice it or anything other than watch horror movies perhaps, they all were on edge round there, people fighting, attacking each other for no provocation, and remembering nothing of it, stopping instantly once dragged away from the boundary walls of the place.

They all felt something dark, corruption, nasty. Which pretty much fits in with what, in my much, much younger days, I had called upon. Not elementals, daemonic entities, things listed in that grimoire as some of the lower-ranking things from the abyss.

(I had at least that much sense, as to experiment on the book calling only on some of the most minor entities listed, save for one, one more powerful, according to the book, and specializing in vengeance, the one I petitioned to bring ruin upon the person hated)

And the same one  later bound to do no harm to those who would come there. Although I hadn't the knowledge to find a way to force it to be dispelled entirely and sent back to that place from whence it was called up. Only to bind it. Using the grimoire, as well as wiccan binding rituals, called in some help from some wiccan friends, and we did our best. Although after that incident, with people going berserkirgang (not joking, really, seriously not fucking about. I had to knock a friend to the ground with a punch to stop him trying to choke a friend to death. Small guy, lifting a big fucker up by the throat, when he shouldn't have even been able to move him, let alone pick hip up as if he were a rag doll. Kid had murder in his eyes, damned if he didn't)

And they couldn't just have been faking it and putting it on, because they had no knowledge whatsoever of what had been attempted or done in there. Never told a word of it to any of them. Only the wiccans, later, AFTER these things took place, for help in if not dispelling the thing called upon, and a nasty thing at that, a strong, vicious thing from...down south, you might say. Very, very far down south, and I'm not talking bloody london, if not ridding the place of the corruption, then binding it harder still than I had done or at least attempted.

I am to this day, still not sure about it. That book has remained in my library, I got it at a cheap price, I got the feeling the wiccan shop wanted  rid of it as soon as possible even buying it. But I haven't ever tried to use it again. Read it, sure, but never used it in a practical sense, only read through it.

The guy the thing was sent after, not long after, he contracted cancer. So did members of his family.

Have I blood on my hands for the things done there? I don't know. I honestly don't. But I cannot rule it out.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #31 on: January 16, 2018, 03:18:39 AM »
Woah Lestat. Woah.

I believe you. That is what they call a black arts entity, that particular one sounds extremely dangerous. I do know people who could get rid of it, if it’s still lurking around where those flats are. I’m not sure what exactly you did bind it to, and I’m not sure if it would have been released once that place was knocked down, or if it’s still bound there somehow.

But yeh, I managed to bring in not-so-nice spirits (but NOTHING like that) and I had to get other people to get rid of them, so I stopped. It’s not good to poke at these things, but I guess you and I didn’t know better.

The following uses loaded words, but please don’t discredit them as being overly dramatic, because I mean every word. Particularly “Hellish”:

Sometimes BA entities have a sickness kind of feeling about them. I’m not sure whether there was a BA entity at my last council place, pretty sure there wasn’t to be fair. But the place felt unusually sick, depairing, like lots of Hellish rotting, diseased death and great suffering went on in there, and it was hopeless. I knew the room it happened in. It felt kind of smokey in feeling, and diseased. I would have become ill if I had lived there. It was so unusual, I mean apparently people when dying can leave a nasty aftertrace. It felt like, no, there was a being there watching me who told me in thoughts (spirits often communicate by thoughts rather than words) to get out and take my belongings with me. I saw a thing in front of me too. For about a couple of months afterwards I slept with the lights on, because that deathly Hellish feeling really upset me. It was one of the worst feelings I ever experienced. I HAD to get rid of that place. Sod all the other reasons, though they count too. That was why I got rid of it. It felt like it was a place where the elderly and sick went to die, and this thing in there was there to plunge them down into death. And a torturous one at that.

I kept trying to talk about it here, but was afraid people, like my family, would make me out to be mad. My friend went in there with me and said exactly the same thing as me.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #32 on: January 16, 2018, 09:04:39 AM »
@ Calandale: Ahhh.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #33 on: January 16, 2018, 09:07:53 AM »
Do you still do any of that stuff except the freezer spells?

On occasion I do. No bad stuff, I follow the rule of three (wicca), I burn mostly lists of things or feelings I would like to let go of, or things I would like to see come into my life.

The thing IMO that I find most helpful/comforting about that isn't really the ritual but the fact that it makes you slow down and really think about the things you want and don't want in life.

That’s true, writing down what you really want, and being specific about it is actually quite hard. You have to get really specific and what you have written down afterwards changes so much after what you first wrote.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #34 on: January 16, 2018, 09:57:52 AM »
I get what you mean.

I forget the word, I think it was in a gaelic  dialect that an old friend used, who went to the place to help me lay down further binding rituals on the place and the thing called. But the two who came with me described feeling 'like a tsunami, a wave, only crawling, oily and thick, black and greasy made up of screaming human faces', thick, cloying, like the smell of burning grease or fat. Like something that at once moved like lightening in speed, but at the same time, slow, oozing, crawling, swamping the senses.

Someone I brought in who was into astral projection, after binding this fucker as best we could, tried and pulled back with tears in their eyes, poor fucker was shaking like she'd just seen her own family raped and killed by a knifeman. She tried to do this projection thing of hers, and pulled out fast, like, spent time preparing, although not looking too happy about it, despite being willing to try and help us in a joint effort, but she, after her preparations, was out like a gunshot's sonic crack looking like she had just been dragged through hell. Literally. She wouldn't speak of it to us, she wouldn't talk about it, never did. Just wanted us to help her to her feet and get the fuck out of there, and then stay close with her, after closing a circle together with the blades we used as athames (mine was an old wwI or WWII rifle bayonet, wish I still had it. Pigs took it. Although I did cleanse it with salt, water, earth, air and fire, finally, aether (what one would call spirit, not the chemical ether, aether, the intangible fifth element of binding being, if that makes sense) before using it as my ceremonial blade, given it was a military blade, old shortsword-style, about a foot long, double edged, wooden handle type bayonet, so had likely taken lives. It needed cleansing before ever being used, because of its origin and likely uses.

I haven't practiced anything in a long time, although I still read up. That...thing..though. Something the fuck was up in that place afterwards. People use to go there to party, teen groups we never knew or had owt to do with. Never saw ANYONE go in to that place after calling up what I called up. Over the wall, yes. But straight back out again, going to find somewhere else to get drunk. Not once did I ever see anyone go there and stay there, even after the binding. I reckon, assuming such a thing did indeed get called up, that it was bound, but not banished. Not for want of attempting to do so. But there was a feeling of 'this is a STRONG force, and blacker than darkness. Stygian, chaos, virulence, crawling, vile, and yes, I would use the word 'Evil', with a capital fucking 'E'. You think I'd go back to those flats and try explain why I wanted in, carrying a blade, black candles with drops of my blood in them and carvings in other alphabets of various sigils, salt and pure rainwater pre-blessed, saying, hey, can I come in for a moment, I'm sorry to bother you but there is potentially something heinous and vile, called up from somewhere you don't even want to speak of or think about, hanging around, and have you ever wondered why for so much of the time, those flats had 'for sale/to let' signs on them? well I'd stick to wondering because you don't want to know the answer to your question, and I am that answer'

Somehow, FWM, I have a distinct feeling that if there were tenants at the time, the likely response would be 'no you can't come in now get the fuck out of here before I call the cops and tell them there is a fucking black magick practitioner with a short sword strapped to his belt carrying a book full of very evil things at my doorstep, armed and dangerous'

Or, if I'd gotten the friends together, a bloody coven at their doorstep.

Would  YOU have let me in, if you were a little old lady living in some nice new flats coming with a free filthy swamping, oily, crawling necrosis-made flesh-composed slew of screaming human faces?

The others, some were more experienced light practitioners than I, by a fair shot, and the way they reacted when they went up and tried anything...gives me the creeps, makes my skin crawl even thinking about it now. And this was a decade ago at least. Whatever the hell that thing was, it was, is, an abomination. A filthy, awful, soiled, repugnant, diseased chaos-diarrhea turd antithesis of all that is good and wholesome in this or any other world. Complete with the cloud of black, bloated flies that accompanies your average physical turd, only...worse than flies. Far, far worse, even the tiny minor little things they would be individually. A foul stench almost, filled that place after some of that ritual work I did there.

The grimoire, it covers good and neutral magickal workings, practices too. But it also contains some of the blackest of the black, and the truly foul. And the thing called upon, it wasn't angelic, thats for fucking certain. Made the building feel sick and weak and ill. Like it was sapping the vitality of the place, and people who would go in it for any length of time, especially if they tried deliberately to make a connection to it. The poor astral projection girl, shit, she looked like she was going into shock from blood loss. Did the best we could to make the atmosphere happy and comforting, our company and friendship, etc. when we helped her get out of there physically.

Shit, even if I COULD get permission to just go back in there and do what I felt like....there ain't no fucking way I'd go near the place. Not after some of what happened.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #35 on: January 16, 2018, 10:49:10 AM »
That sounds truly horrible. I don’t think the thing in my place was evil, as I think evil has its own uniqueness, as in evil is what you just described, the blackest of dark.

It was really, really irreponsible of that wiccan shop to sell that book to just anybody, especially when they’re supposed to ahere to wiccan values.

I asked because I know practitioners who can rid a place of a BA entity remotely.

I’d be relieved to end discussion on this. I assume you don’t want to be doing with that stuff again, even if other practitioners ended it.
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Re: Conservatives Worry Feminists Are Using Witchcraft To Destroy Trump
« Reply #36 on: January 16, 2018, 11:36:52 AM »
Oh it wasn't a wiccan shop. They typically sell all white arts stuff, difficult even to find a readymade black candle that isn't just a cheap piece'o'shit layer of black wax on a white candle. Which I find hypocritical at best if one WERE to want to engage in such practices, I should think any self-respecting perdition-spawn would be outright offended if called in a circle made of black candles white on the inside, LOL.

And don't worry FWM, I left out the details. Aside from the basics, and the target dying of cancer not long after. But yes, that was some very, very, very dark material in that book. I still have it as part of my library of many things, my own personal book-emporium. I'd be damn surprised if a wicca store would even allow that book in stock, the things in it you'd shudder if you read some of it. Hell I would. Not at first, but after actually employing some of the ritual material in the blacker parts of the book. That was, just as you describe, the blackest of dark. It was crawling with evil. And the worst part of it, was that BA entity, it WASN'T bloodthirsty. No, not at all. It was an unquenchable, ever-hunger for suffering, for slow torture, for misery and pain. Bloodthirsty, would just be happy with ripping somebody to little pieces with a thrown tray of knives in a horror movie. This thing was worse than I've ever seen in any horror movie. I'll never forget the words growled in that gravelly, deep bass toned voice, from a 13 (just about) year old girl 'touched by another, forever be MINE!', as though the words weren't coming from her mouth, but being ripped from the air using her mouth as a way to vomit it forth out into the world. She didn't know the place had been used. Shit, she didn't even remember saying those words. I can still picture it now, in my head, the way she snarled and shrieked and shat those words forth, vomited them up from god doesn't even WANT to know where. No good deity anyway. I don't know to this day how a girl with her normal voice, could physically shape those sounds with a female barely teenage larynx and vocal cords. It was vicious, oily and at the same time, hollow and slow, despite the speed they were voiced and spat out like a mouthful of diseased, mouldy clotting rancid milk accidentally gulped. There was an eerieness to it, an echoing, slow, mournfulness yet delighting in virulence.

Only way I can describe it, aside from haunting, which seems too blase' about it, is Arch-Vile. And I mean to make no reference to the hell-being from the 'DOOM' series of videogames. Arch Vile, is the best wording I can think of that fits what she said. Or what was said with her. Not said BY her, but said WITH her. As if picking up a tool and using it, like a rusty chisel to strike sparks from flint rocks. And at the worst part of the same time, with a touch of her feminine young voice to it.

Creepy. As. All. Fuck. If you'd heard it, at the time, you'd never forget it, and you'd want to be sick at the sound of it. At one and the same time, with a melody to it and with a brutish grunted, coughed-up, vomited forth ruptured abscess full of hatred, as if playing a violin strung with human sinews with a bow made from the rotting scaly hide of a puff adder which had died from slow, painful disease resulting in its having starved to death.

I still can't forget it. I doubt I ever will. And yet afterwards the girl herself, she just kept walking on, after pausing, at least until later when she was thrown through the air, as if someone had picked her up by the throat and chucked her like a casually tossed snowball, she paused briefly to 'speak' those words, honeyed with the produce of a beehive fed upon the nectar of hemlock and aconite, and dripping with venom and pus, then carried on walking, as if nothing had happened. Like I'd asked her 'what the fuck did you just say' and she turned round, looked at me as if I'd lost the plot, since she hadn't said anything at all.

 I might have to get it out just to have another read of it though, now I'm reminded of it. The book, I mean.

Lets just say though that no, your bloody well right I don't plan on putting that....that THING into use again. Certainly not that entity. Lets just say there are things that one should or can freely do on Samhain, and some that you really fucking shouldn't.  Pretty sure you've guessed precisely which category that working falls into.

IIRC the girl, that was one year after, again on Samhain night. And you'll never have seen somebody research bindings and restraining of things without bodies so sodding fast in your life before. Or after :P

For something (the book) as unusual, and from the smell of the paper, the look and feel of the bindings (of the book) quite old, the low price tag was, looking back, with hindsight, rather conspicuous, although it wasn't at the time.

As for whether its ended...I don't know. All I know is that everbody I knew then with any experience in the left hand path, or wiccans, both coming together, all to bind that thing, the thing that I would know now as the Arch-Vile, by feeling of its nature, the thing that defies all my logical, scientific knowledge from the chain of events post its being called upon and directed to perform a task (and at that a bloody bad one that I shouldn't have), yeah, that'll do it. It isn't It's Name, bloody buggery no, I don't know what is, and I don't WANT to know what its true personal name is (if something that is not a person can have a personal name.), at least, the Name that applies to It and It alone, that I don't know or wish to ever hear spoken by anybody who does.

But for short, as a reference point, 'the Arch Vile' fits as good as any. Feels like it fits evil like a well worn leather jacket. Hell is comfy in the term, like a pair of Tartarus's favourite well-worn-in boots.
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