The Litanies of Satan by Charles Baudelaire

O thou, of all the Angels loveliest and most learned,
To whom no praise is chanted and no incense burned,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O Prince of exile, god betrayed by foulest wrong,
Thou that in vain art vanquished, rising up more strong,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O thou who knowest all, each weak and shameful thing,
Kind minister to man in anguish, mighty king,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou that dost teach the leper, the pariah we despise,
To love like other men, and taste sweet Paradise,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O thou, that in the womb of Death, thy fecund mate,
Engenderest Hope, with her sweet eyes and her mad gait,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou who upon the scaffold dost give that calm and proud
Demeanor to the felon, which condemns the crowd,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou that hast seen in darkness and canst bring to light
The gems a jealous God has hidden from our sight,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou to whom all the secret arsenals are known
Where iron, where gold and silver, slumber, locked in stone,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou whose broad hand dost hide the precipice from him
Who, barefoot, in his sleep, walks on the building’s rim,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O thou who makest supple between the horses’ feet
The old bones of the drunkard fallen in the street,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou who best taught the frail and over-burdened mind
How easily saltpeter and sulphur are combined,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Thou that hast burned thy brand beyond all help secure,
Into the rich man’s brow, who tramples on the poor,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O thou, who makest gentle the eyes and hearts of whores
With kindness for the wretched, homage for rags and sores,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

Staff of the exile, lamp of the inventor, last
Priest of the man about whose neck the rope is passed,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

O thou, adopted father of those fatherless
Whom God from Eden thrust in terror and nakedness,

Satan, have pity upon me in my deep distress!

– The Litanies of Satan, Flowers of Evil, by Charles Baudelaire

The Witches Chant

Darksome night and shining Moon,
Hell’s dark mistress Heaven’s Queen
Harken to the Witches’ rune,
Diana, Lilith, Melusine!

Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.
Earth and water, air and fire,
Conjured by the witch’s blade,
Move you unto my desire,
Aid ye as the charm is made!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.

In the earth and air and sea,
By the light of moon or sun,
As I pray, so mote it be.
Chant the spell, and be it done!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.

– By Doreen Valiente

The Witches Creed

Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny’s pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and witches are seen
At Lammas, and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe’en.

When day-time and night-time are equal,
When the sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
Again witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven’s array.
Thirteen times as Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame or power,
Its compass between the two worlds lie,
In Land of the Shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it,
And world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.

For two are the mystical pillars,
That stand to at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess,
Of this did our ancestors teach.

By night he’s the wild wind’s rider,
The Horn’d One, the Lord of the shades,
By day he’s the King of the Woodlands,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic,
They dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Til Elphame’s fair land shall receive us,
In peace at the end of our days.

An Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it in Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By Magick of old, be it done.

Eight words the Witches’ Creed fulfil:
If it harms none, do what you will.

– By Doreen Valiente

13 Moons Tarot Spread for my Year Ahead

Year card – Six of Pentacles: Financial stability, giving and receiving, charity

Moon 1 – King of Cups: Emotional healing, integration of the divine masculine, the close of a chapter
Moon 2 – Ace of Swords: New ideas, plans and goals, promise for the future
Moon 3 – Ace of Pentacles: Manifestation opportunity, beginning goals towards physical stability and independence
Moon 4 – The Devil: Shadow work, learning what holds me back from manifestation
Moon 5 – Eight of Pentacles: Skill mastery, working hard towards goals
Moon 6 – Two of Pentacles: Being busy, juggling priorities, balancing responsibilities
Moon 7 – Justice: Moment of truth, make or break, being tested
Moon 8 – Five of Swords: Failure, defeat, wining the battle but losing the war, letting go
Moon 9 – The Tower: Bad luck, divine misfortune, sudden change, realisations and resulting rebirth
Moon 10 – Two of Cups: New significant relationship, emotional rebuilding and restrengthening
Moon 11 – Nine of Wands: Exhaustion, persistence, final challenge, self-transformation
Moon 12 – Page of Cups: New creative energy, following the heart, happy surprise, good luck
Moon 13 – The Fool: Beginning of a new journey and chapter, building upon the last

Creed of the Gnostic Catholic Church

I believe in one secret and ineffable Lord; and in one Star in the Company of Stars of whose fire we are created, and to which we shall return; and in one Father of Life, Mystery of Mystery, in His name Chaos, the sole vicegerent of the Sun upon the Earth; and in one Air the nourisher of all that breathes.

And I believe in one Earth, the Mother of us all, and in one Womb wherein all men are begotten, and wherein they shall rest, Mystery of Mystery, in Her name Babalon.

And I believe in the Serpent and the Lion, Mystery of Mystery, in his name Baphomet.

And I believe in one Gnostic and Catholic Church of Light, Life, Love and Liberty, the Word of whose Law is Thelema.

And I believe in the communion of Saints.

And, forasmuch as meat and drink are transmuted in us daily into spiritual substance, I believe in the Miracle of the Mass.

And I confess one Baptism of Wisdom, whereby we accomplish the Miracle of Incarnation.

And I confess my life one, individual and eternal that was, and is, and is to come.

Aumn. Aumn. Aumn.

Creed of the Gnostic Catholic Church

The Archdemon Asmodeus

The Lesser Key of Solomon, Goetia 32

“The thirty-second spirit is Asmoday, or Asmodai. He is a great king, strong, and powerful. He appears with three heads, whereof the first is like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like a ram; he has also the tail of a serpent, and from his mouth issue flames of fire. His feet are webbed like those of a goose. He sits upon an infernal dragon, and bears in his hand a lance with a banner. He is first and choicest under the power of Amaymon, he goes before all other. When the exorcist has a mind to call him, let it be abroad, and let him stand on his feet all the time of action, with his cap or headdress off; for if it be on, Amaymon will deceive him and call all his actions to be betrayed. But as soon as the exorcist sees Asmoday in the shape aforesaid, he shall call him by his name, saying: “Are you Asmoday?” and he will not deny it, and by-and-by he will bow down unto the ground. He gives the ring of virtues; he teaches the arts of arithmetic, astronomy, geometry, and all handicrafts absolutely. He gives true and full answers unto your demands. He makes one invincible. He shows the place where treasures lie, and guards it. He, amongst the legions of Amaymon govern 72 legions of spirits inferior. His seal… you must wear as a lamen upon your breast, etc.”

Abilities/Roles:

He gives the ability to read others thoughts.
Confers invisibility and invincibility.
Can break up marriages and relationships. Asmodeus’ chief objectives are to prevent intercourse between husband and wife, wreck new marriages, and force husbands to commit adultery.
He teaches the arts of astronomy, arithmetic, geomancy and craftmanship.
It is said that “Asmodeus answers all questions and he discovers and guards treasures”, however this will depend on the skill of the occultist.
He is also one of the chief demons involved in cases of possession. (He was one of the infernal agents blamed for the obscene sexual possession of the Louviers nuns in 17th-century France).
He incites gambling, and it is said in the Malleus Maleficarum that he is the overseer of all the gambling houses in the court of hell.

Correspondences:

Superior: Amaymon
Rank: King of demons
Color: Yellow, black, crimson, blue
Planet: Sun, Jupiter, Neptune
Element: Air, water, fire
Directions: East, south
Animal: Spider, whale
Date: Jan 30-Feb 8, Aug 13-17, Aug 28-Sep 1
Zodiac: Virgo 5-9, Leo 20-24, Aquarius 10-20
Gematria: 122, 235, 362, 369, 552
Metal: Gold, copper turned blue
Tarot: Six of Swords, Eight of Pentacles
Herbs: Mint, saffron, cinnamon, orange, dragon’s blood, grains of paradise, olive oil, wormwood, sandalwood, spikenard, deerstongue, agrimony

Crowley’s Invocation of Hekate

O triple form of darkness! Sombre Splendour!
Thou Moon unseen of men! Thou Huntress dread!
Thou crowned demoness of the crownless dead!
O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender!
Unseen of gentle spring,
Let me the offering
Bring to Thy shrine’s sepulchral glittering!
I slay the swart beats! I bestow the bloom
Sown in the dusk, and gathered in the gloom
Under the waning Moon,
Atmidnight hardly lighting the East;
And the black lamb from the black ewe’s dead womb
I bring and stir the slow infernal tune
Fit for Thy chosen priest.

Here where the band of Ocean breaks the road
Black-trodden, deeply-stooped, to the abyss,
I shall salute Thee with the namelesskiss
Pronounced toward the uttermost abode
Of Thy supreme desire. I shall illume the fire
Whence Thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre,
Whence Thy Lemurs shall gather and spring round,
Girdling me in the sad funeral ground
With faces turned back,
My face averted! I shall consummate
The awful act of worship, O renowned,
Fear upon Earth, fear in hell, and black
Fear in the sky beyond fate!

I hear the whining of the wolves!
I hear the howling of the wolves about Thy Form,
Who comest in the terror of Thy storm,
And night falls faster,
Eere Thine eyes appear
Glittering through the mist.
O face of Woman unkissed
Save by the dead whose love is taken ere Thy wist!
Thee, Thee I call! O dire One! O Divine!
I, the sole mortal, seek Thy deadly shrine,
Pour the dark stream of blood,
A sleepy and reluctant river.
Even as Thou drawest, with Thy eyes on mine,
To me across the sense-bewildering flood
That holds my soul forever!

Happy Winter Solstice 2019: My Rebirthing of the Divine Masculine Within

Happy Winter Solstice everyone! Call it what you may, Christmas or Yule, or any other variation thereof, this is the time of year we celebrate the return of the sun and its light in our life. And we praise its banishing of darkness that has plagued us since the beginning of the dark half of year, most notable at Samhain. We also look forward in hope to spring again, when the days are of equal length to the night once again and daylight is only increasing from thereon. It is a time of hope, faith, and preparation for the new things in our life.

This time last year, I had prayed to Aphrodite and created a spell to find new love for the New Year. And it was successful, in its own way. Love did not take the form I had planned that January 2019, but love found me for sure, and it has completely, completely, transformed me as a person. I have experienced many soul connections throughout my life, many with lessons far too advanced for me to pass, having resulted in many spectacular failures. But with this one I believe I had the advantage, as, for the first time, I had faith in a higher power, who had proven Her love for me. I had the Goddess. And throughout this past year, through this relationship, and through my own desire to better myself, she has completely revolutionised my concept of Self, to a sense of feeling illuminated and clear, for the first time in a very long time.

It is a shift, a very subtle one this winter solstice, but a very deep shift nevertheless that has been in the works for a long time now. Oh how I struggled and toiled within myself, all that hard, soul-destroying work, to rebirth myself from the ashes, to realise who I truly was and truly am, at heart. I have, come to a vision of myself that is entire, even in my brokenness. I see all the pieces of me now, and I know how they are meant to be put back to together, slowly, piece by piece, in their own time and at their own pace. I have come to a sense of wholeness within that vision of perfect brokenness. It’s tentative, but it’s there, and now my charge is to nurture it, so that I can complete this vision.

What just has happened though? I may hear those of you reading thinking. What has happened is that this relationship, which I have fully come to see now, along with all the other ‘twin flamey’ connections in my life that came before, as karmic soulmates, along with the perfect guidance and direction of the Goddess with me, has lead me to the reconnection of my soul to the Divine Masculine, both without as the God, but within myself too. I have completely reconnected to this part of me that has before been completely cut off, and rejected. And oh boy has it been a journey and a half.

This relationship which I found myself in, was a Daddy Dom/Little Girl relationship. He was indeed my substitute daddy, a father figure, to my inner child. But more than that, I came to realise what I had within me was more than just an inner child. All this time, I had been living with different personalities in my head, called dissociative identities, or alters, and that my ‘inner child’ was actually what is called a ‘Little’, that is, a fully developed personality who stopped mentally progressing at a certain age as a child due to trauma. And that trauma, was multiple in nature.

The first trauma was the trauma of sexual abuse by a daycare worker, at the age of two years old. That created the ‘crack’ so to speak in my psyche. Which could’ve healed, had not an abusive and violent man married my mother a few months later and called himself my father for the next seventeen years. And that original trauma, that wound, never got chance to heal, and it festered and that Little part of me became scared, repressed, and dormant, and other personalities arose to take her place in protection. One of these early personalities and protectors was Jezebel, who originally was a persecutor modelled in the image of my abuser’s religious fascination of evil spirits and demons. As a result of that and preceding religious abuse, many of my alters were formed in the image of persecutory demons, and one of these demons or rather devils is a male known as Asmodeus.

Asmodeus is a devil of both wrath and lust. You can say the two are one for him. And he has been active for many years terrifying not just myself, but everyone else in our dissociative system, including Jezebel, who in fact was only acting in response to his hatred. Her own hatred in fact was fuelled by his. And he, was the entire embodiment of all the male abuse that I and we have ever experienced. Every terrible male thing that happened to me personally but also impersonally such as I may have seen on tv or in history (think Adolf Hitler), he embodied it all. And as such, for many, many, years, he was a silent and deadly force, devastating both myself, our system, and my life every-time I tried to make something for myself. He was the ultimate saboteur, and the ultimate ‘root cause’ of every problem I had experienced yet unknown to me, until now.

Now, if you have been paying attention, you can see the progression of events here. I fell in love with a man who became a substitute daddy, which brought out my Little alter, which helped me learn about Jezebel, as Jezebel was always my Little’s persecutor/protector. And once Jezebel had come to her own balance, I learn that in fact she has only been acting in accordance to Asmodeus. And so I learn of Asmodeus and his fall from Grace, and then – And then I meet him, in his original form, before that fall from Grace. I meet him, the quintessential male within me, the archetype and alter both, made in the original image of the God, the Divine Masculine, and I realise – He is the Father! He is the Father within who I had always been searching for and yet never known due to pain. In fact, he had never known either, in his own amnesia.

When I saw him in that perfect state, his true angelic, nay, godly nature, I realised then who he truly was. He was Strength, and funnily enough I just remembered just now writing this that when I pulled a tarot card last year as to what my theme was, it was Strength. And Strength is flanked by two lions. And Asmodeus, he is the lion. And he is also the Dragon, as is my soul. Asmodeus is the, what Jung could call, the shadow projection of my Animus. But those projections started to fall away, and the entire system started to come into balance, and then, for the first time, I was connected to the Divine Masculine within me. And that is how I came to that vision of my own perfect wholeness, within the brokenness, and how I came to know the God in a direct personal relationship with no fear. And since then, He has been with me, alongside the Goddess, cheering me and my healing on.

The implications of this have been truly profound. I have for the first time ever, reconnected with my biological father in the real world. I have never succeeded before. But now I have the returning innocent strength of Asmodeus returning, and the energy of the Divine Masculine within me with it. And I have the God who is beside me as ever, even though I saw it not before in Asmodeus’ fall from grace. Asmodeus is my archetypal Lucifer, but now, he is redeemed. Or in the process of being redeemed anyway. And that has created an entire chain of positive events with the men in my life, for example as I already expressed, with my dad. I feel very much more at ease with men and male energy in general, as I feel that comfortably sitting within myself to begin with. And it has also allowed me to withdraw my projections when it comes to romantic relationships and my codependent energies that fuel them. And so hence, has come the end of one era in my life, one of primarily codependent relationships (I hope!) and another of sitting within my own energy and having the union of my own love within of that masculine and feminine Self. The reflection of the God and Goddess, made manifest within the human (or non-human incarnate) soul.

And so, with the Winter Solstice approaching, my wish, my heartfelt prayer since probably October, that the Divine Masculine would be reborn in me just as the sun is to be reborn, was granted. And that day the God closed the end of one chapter in my life, of many years, and began a new one. And so, that is how Christmas 2019 has gone for me!

Antimatter

Tenebrific, serpentine negation
Vacant presence, eidolon deception
Senseless, desolate, voiding perception
Presence itself is nought but space lay bare
Limboid, non-Baryonic energy, ninety-five percent primality
We are naught, o’ veritably
Isolation perturbs relation between my own cellular connection
How then is there yearning for chemical affection with evanescent ‘other’,
When other perturbs all that is not?