THE BOOK OF AZAZEL

THE BOOK OF AZAZEL

The Grimoire of the Damned

E. A. Koetting

Nephilim Press
2012

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 CONTENTS

Foreword .............................................................. 7

Chapter One ...................................................... 19

Chapter Two .. . .. . .. . ....... . . ....... ... . ..................... ... . . 43

Chapter Three .................................................... 55

Chapter Four ...................................................... 73

Chapter Five ...... .... .. . ... . .. .... . ................... .. .. . ....... 85

Chapter Six ......... . ... . . .. .. .. ........... ..... ............ .. .. .. ..99

Chapter Seven .................................................. l39

Chapter Eight. . . .. . .... ...... . ..... ....... .. . . ... .... .... .. . ... . l67

Chapter Nine . .. ... . . ...... . ... . ... .. ... . ...... ........ . .. . . . .... 175

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 FOREWORD
By Dante Abiel

Black m agick is the damnedest thing. You can gai n all your
heart desires, but once you begin to obtain results those desires are
an Oceanic cave that never fills. The black hole sinks deep within
your soul. With every step you take you can feel the pressure build­
ing. For years I have felt th is critical mass pushing and buil di ng be­
hind me. Like a waiting predator, the darkness on my heart lingered
and manipulated my be ing into a corner. There I found my Salva­
tion.
My beginning with Azazel started as any working should
have: I saw his sigil within a cryptic Grimoire. I had read abo ut
him before, but the following words that ripped a hole inside of me,
giving me an itch that could only be scratched by this fiend:

There is a ritual of the Brothers, the likes of which opens

the Abyss fully in your life. Many call this The Lake of Fire ,

however such a name is not worthy enough to describe the

horrifying limitless of IT. If you are Called, yo u may be re­
born within the eternal Lake.

What was this ritual? I had to know. I began searching with

a ferocity that I have never before known. Madness set in quickly.
The pressure I spoke of before pushed through a new barrier. Life
as I understood it would end miserably if my search for the Eternal
Abyss was not found. Perhaps I would have been better not to seek
it in the first place.

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 I laid out a fairly simple evocation, in order to ask Azazel
what this ritual was. Before I could even call the conjuration, He
formed from the smoke of the incense. The swiftness of His mani­
festation made me stumble and fall to my knees.

Rise. I will show you the path you seek. My sacrifice. You
have chosen me and I you. I will show you the Current
which the Masters and Gurus know, but do not speak. I am
forbidden to show a path of such abundance. There is a river
that runs beneath everything. It is above all realms of exis­
tence where the council of the Ascended sit. W hen reached,
you will be not only renewed but different in your very Spir­
itual Vitality. Alas, fear not, for you were born into this. Em­
brace your birthright.

You are still weak, and require much strength. You must
master not only the Spirit but the body and mind as well.

Hearing the demon's words, I became enraged. Furious at

the devil, I stood engulfed in a fiery chasm between me and this
vile creature. In my own foolish arrogance, I looked up at him and
demanded he obey me. Watching from up high he spoke again:

You have much to learn. I will show you. Agree with me

now a pact of possession. I will leave you within nine days.
After which your body mind and spirit will be refocused,
and your true path will layout.

With passion still in my chest and pride burning, I reached

out and shook his hand, feeling it hard like stone in mine.

Repeat this incantation. 'Tal Shata Alsh- Tu. Tolu Shatu

Lam-Aske:

I did as instructed. I fell into a trance, beginning with the

mere chant of this incantation, which soon ended with a hint of a

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whisper. What felt like an eternity was only a few moments.
When the whispering stopped, IT began.
The flames engulfed the candles and the shadows began to
circulate around my body, building a wild tempest. I became faint,
and right before I passed out from the surge of Power created I felt
all of His Spirits and Power blast through me a thousand times over,
causing me physical pain and massive spiritual overdose.
Vomiting on myself but with no stamina to wipe it away, I
stood in a cross fashion on my tiptoes. I was suspended almost in
mid air. Then my entire body fell off the cross onto the Palestinian
floor. I will not forget what Azazel told me in the split moment it
took for me to pass out:

Nine Days of Hell you must face. Face your fears and limi­
tations. Be engulfed by the Darkness, Embrace it, then rise
above it.

My body gave up its ghost, and was thrust onto an ancient

ground. The sky burned velvet purple, blending into the eternity
around it. The ground was desolate, destroyed and ruined. I saw
a throne ahead of me, and willed myself toward it. The Chair of
Majesty stood above all else with Azazel sitting and pondering on
his next task. He knew this world was his and next would be also.

Dante, I will bring to you the knowledge you have sought

for so long. All will be yours. Embrace your birthright.

Why did He keep saying this to me? Embrace my

birthright?
It's important to note that in this part of my life I had already
achieved a tremendous amount of Power. It became buzzing,
thrilling and incredibly difficult to live without a way of "taking the
edge off;' so like most magicians rising to serious Power, I turned
to drugs. I gradually built up to an ungodly level of opiate resistance.
In fact, one of my normal dosages was enough to kill a horse and
ten men. Just as Solomon said, there was nothing in this life that
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was unfamiliar to me.
I had sought Power and became lost in weakness, but Azazel
was determined to show me this birthright of mine. He was in no
way trying to show me "the light;' but instead pure damnation.
Within true damnation there lies no Salvation. No one is
coming to save you. There is no rising above it. You just become it,
and spread the disease. I soon found o ut I was really alone.
As I snorted and popped my way to Nirvana, Azazel spoke
to me the second night from my Ajna Chakra.

Tomorrow you will no longer be addicted to the attach­

ment that is holding you down. You will be free.

I shook my head, not wanting to understand this fiend. The

next day everything changed. I was always able to function even
with such a tough addiction. On that day, however, my wife ap­
proached me, demanding to know what had changed within me.
Before I could stop my lips, I had told her about my three year ad­
diction of which she was ignorant, and I was forced to be alone. She
wanted nothing to do with me. Once the smoke had settled, I heard
a rumbling laughter.

Is this your Power? Diminished in such a manner? No, I

will show you. I will lift you above the Throne of Glory.
You will sit amongst the stars making them your footstool,
but you must free yourself of the attachments that hold you,
beginning with the drugs. May it begin.

As soon as the Demon's words entered my mind, I fell to

my knees, vomiting on my blue carpet, shaking and convulsing. I
understood. I must quit the very thing that was holding me here,
so I began a nine day detoxification. I could have easily scored any
amount of drugs I needed, however every time I tried my body
would become controlled by the demon that was possessing me. I
had no desire to have them, however my body still demanded the
substance it had grown to love.
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 Approaching the 48 hour mark with body shaking and the
feeling of knowing I was alone, I calle d out to an angelic entity. One
that I knew would be able to aid me in releasing the toxins from
my body, or at least bring me some form of comfort. I staggered to
reach my evocation elements, barely laid out a magick circle and
triangle of manifestation, and began to bid Raphael's help. I knew
if any would be able to r id me of this Demon's grasp it would be
him.
The incense slowly formed a pillar, uniting the macrocosm
and the microcosm. Celestial trumpets and angels singing were
heard in the distant, and s uddenly a blinding light overcame all my
senses. I couldn't shield myself from it. I could see the light though
my eyes were tightly closed; I could smell it, taste it even. Forcing
myself to gaze up at the Holy Being, I mustered my request of being
relinquished from the Demon and the physical dependability of the
drugs.
I was not aware of the "history" between Azazel and
Raphael. How convenient it was that I chose this An gel, during the
possession of Azazel.
Raphael spoke, "My son. Th e re is nothing I, nor the hosts
of Glory can do for you. These are challenges you must face as you
are with His g uidance . I can not save you for you are damned in his
mi ght :'
Raphael then relayed to me the stories of old; how he smote
Azazel in the past. "His grasp on you is too tight. I'm sorry, but you
must embrace your birthright:' Before I could dismiss him he left.
The light was no longer, and I was alone with Him once more.
A whispered echoed in the distance, telling me to evoke
Him, the demon, Azazel.
Miserable and broken. I stood with pride, dignity and most
importantly Omnipotence. I summoned him within the Holy con­
struct. Instead of appearing within the Triangle, His body poured
out of my Third Eye and manifested in the north.
"Speak Demon. I am ready to rise to Power. I leave this Pow­
erlessness behind me. I demand control of everything. S h ow me
the hidden River the Gurus know but never speak:'
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 Azazel told me that I would receive written instruction on
how to receive his power, and His brawny image faded into that of
a crow with a man's head, and flew back into my third eye.
After nine days o f perso n al hell, it was time to expel this
demon from my body.
I proceeded down to my evocation site. I laid out all of the
necessary implements and workings of an exorcism. After placing
myself into a self induced gnosis, I chanted an old latin exorcism.
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Pushing Azazel out of the Ajna, until there was a significant

"snap" from the energy currents ripping. He stood within the tri­
angle with his body becoming barely visible to see.

Dante, you have made it out of your hell. Now rise.

My concentration was broken with the phone ringing.

Stumbling and almost near passing out, I answered "Hello:'
"Hey Dante. How are you?" I recognized the voice as my
friend and mentor Eric, otherwise known as E.A. Koetting, the au­
thor of this current work.
"Eric?"
"Yeah, bro. How have you been? I have a favor to ask of you,
but I need your utmost confidence:'
..Yeah sure:' My original thoughts were that he wanted me
to take bad karma off of his hands, relating to our company.
"I have been working with Azazel lately;' Eric confided. "I
can't get my mind off of Him. He's teaching me some insane shit.
He's telling me to write a book of all of his teachings. I can tell you
know that it's going to be the last book I'll ever write. It's just that
intense:'
"Okay. So what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well this is where you come in. I need someone with some
real knowledge and experience regarding Dark Works. I have a
rough manuscript. Would it be possible for you to study it, and
record you workings from it:'
I was completely taken aback. How could he have known
my recent workings with Azazel? This was all too much of a coin-
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cidence.
"Listen there are some things I have to tell you:' I nearly
whispered through the phone. And then I told Eric everything, my
drug addiction, overcoming it, the possession, and Azazel"telling
me he was giving me a manuscript.
"Yup. You're the man for the job for sure! Open all of the
sigils, contact all of the demons, work you way through , but fir st
there is one ritual that needs to be done. It's kind of a crooked bap­
tism:'
I intervened. "Let me guess it involves Azazel, Belial, Ab­
badon and Amaimon?"
"Oh yeah! You're the right guy. I have to go, but I'll send you
the manuscript:'
After Eric ha d given his unique "bu-bye;' I began to realize
just how real everything had become. I stoo d back and evaluated
the situation, and never once was I asked to do anything, not by the
Demon nor my mentor. My life in just nine to thirteen days had
completely ch anged from manifesting negativity to producing pure
Power.
Once I received the manuscript, I began working. I was ob­
sessed from the first word, searching this grimoire for all of its se­
crets, paths and hidden doors. I read, read, and re-read every word,
especi ally what was between the lines. I opened all the gateways,
made the signed pack and searched with the utmost intensity for
the hidden current Azazel mentioned. I lost many hours of sleep;
deprived myself of basic nourishment and pleasures; I fell slowly
into the black, psychosis of my soul.
About 72 ho ur s of sleep deprivation I decided to give it a
rest until I got a good night sleep. I walked up my stairs and turned
into my bedroom. What should have been my be d was a nine foot
magick circle surroun de d by nine black candles. I was confused.
Did I set this up? Wait, why are there no windows? This isn't my
bedroom. I turned to the hallway and saw my body collapsed on
the floor.
I found myself in the circle chanting, whispering HIS name.
Time moved infinitely slow, fast and finally not at all. Azazel's form

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was that of a crow and a man's head.
Azazel welcomed me, and told me that it was time for me
to open the Gates to the "Eternal Lake:' He then laid out for me
the entire ritual, of which I surnamed "The Gatekeeper Ritual:' Vi­
sions hit me like lightening from hell. I saw everyone that was to
participate, implements needed, removed the blocks from the gri­
moire and laid out the open path to damnation.

Sacrifice all, Dante. Damning yourself will bring eternal lib­

eration. May nothing be left sacred to you.

When I came out of this vision , I wasn't in bed, a chair or

on the floor, but I found myself gathering the necessary implements
and people needed for the ritual. It was as if Azazel suspended time
itself and placed me into a time warp, landing me exactly in the
time space I needed to be.
My wife broke my astonishment, "Babe? Are you really
going to do this ritual? Are you really ready to let go of us?"
"Yes. T his all must be done. I know it's mad, but it must be
done. If I die, I die. If I am damned, then I am damned. Forgive me,
but I am not sorry for this or any necessary decisions that must be
made:'
"Don't be sorry. You were born for this. I'm joining you:'
My brother, cousin and son overheard the conversation, in­
sisting they be a part of the ritual as well. My thoughts spun inside
of my head. I was completely mad for placing not only my family
in this but my wife and child. Sacrificing my life and others' lives
excited me enough to pierce my lip with my teeth, and so time
passed. Together we studied and researched the entities, bought and
made the tools and chastised our mind and bodies. When the dev­
ilish night came, we were ready to take whatever came our way,
death, damnation or liberation, or so we thought. When seeking
the devil you need only look inside, for you opened the gate to Him
a long time ago.
We hiked about four miles into a black forest; each of us felt
the forest whispers. Somehow nature knew it would be defiled. God

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was not to be found in any of hearts; the Kingdom of Heaven was
completely forsaken, for we treaded on unholy grounds. We sought
comfort in the Serpent who lives in the Pit. He was our father,
brother and teacher.
W hen we reached the natural lay line circle that Azazel had
shown me just a week before, I spoke my last words as a human, "If
we die tonight, I want you all to know that it's been a hell of a ride.
Let's begin:'
My assistants, my "knights;' shook their heads, and they
knew we were all going to die. It wasn't a question. We knew what
was going to happen.
My brother laid out a thirteen foot hexagram. Following
him, we laid out four triangles of manifestation in the cardinal di­
rections with the respective sigils. We placed red candles on each
hexagram vertex and black candles on the vertexes of the triangles,
and proceeded with the rest of ritual as Koetting has given it in this
work.
Causing each of my knights to become possessed by an en­
tity proved to be a Herculean task. I began with Belial. The pos­
session was quick and quite startling. The being took not only
control over my knight but his entire physical appearance changed.
The gate was thrown open, and I fell to my knees. Forcing
my body to overcome such spiritual pressure, I directed myself to
the next corresponding Demon. With each demonic possession I
felt less attached to the people or myself; fear of dying or any other
consequence faded into the blackness of the armies of fiends and
demons just outside of the unified ritual area.
The forest was littered ghoulish creatures, waiting for their
Masters call; the air was impossible to breathe; my vision blurred,
and at last I reached Abaddon. The possession of this demon was
astonishing. His entire existence was forced into such a small body,
manipulating the body's muscles to expand about six times their
own size. He gave me a crooked smile, and in perfect harmony all
four bodies of the damned chanted, "The gates are connected and
opened!"
The ground physically began to shake. The reality of it all
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hit me. Rock began to split, and I felt a tremendous amount of heat
like none I have ever experienced. The ground gave in, and I fel l
for an eternity.
I l anded into what I can only describe as liqui d pain that
burns away any humanity. It was excruciating, and I sc re ame d as
aloud as my lungs would allow me . My flesh and b ones melted into
the abyss . In my feeble attempt to swim away, a massive serpent
coiled around me and swa llowed what was left of my b o d y.
All was black, no thoughts , feelings or concerns; then there
was a rush l ike passing through multiple levels of existence. Soon
my body reformed from the abyss, pieci ng matte r together usi n g
glue from the Infernal K ingdoms . The four Gatekeepers and the
rest of the Hellish Entities became me an d I them. My destiny was
laid in front of me. Th e empire was to be built from that which gave
me a n ew birth .
I stood, kn owi ng my knights were watching me diligently.
Reborn from the emp tiness beset on us at all sides. I open ed my
eyes. They spoke again in u nison , "Welcome, Dante. We have sum­
moned you here to do your Will:' My rep l y was un-restrainable: "I
have waited s o long to b e released fro m th at pri s on . His body
trapped me, and now I am freer
I am n o longer who I was before my eyes looked on these
pages. I am som ethi ng stronger, something older, something less ...
human. And there is no way to get back to that place again. All of
the torches leading to m y past were exting u is he d . I am damned,
and because of that damnation, I have foun d Liberation. Heed well
these words, written in the text that follows:

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"This is indeed a door that once opened can never be shut:'
Never a truer statement has been spoken or written.

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 CHAPTER ONE

THE MEETING

My entire approach to the world of spirituality has been

centered around two fundamental practices, without which I am
certain that the whole process of spiritual development stagnates.
Those two cornerstone spiritual practices are the evocation of ex­
ternal and nonphysical consciousnesses to visible materialization;
and the full translocation of one's own consciousness into nonphys­
ical reality.
Through a system of basic principles - the core of which has
remained virtually unchanged despite geographic and historical
spans - entities, or embodied intelligences from other planes of di­
mensions of reality, can be brought into direct contact with the Evo­
cator. Through similarly universal methods, the mystical
adventurer can become acutely aware of his own more subtle bod­
ies, and can consciously separate them from his physical body and
travel into worlds beyond the flesh.
Evocation pierces the veil between the worlds from the out­
side; Soul Travel pierces the veil from the inside. Few arts outside
of these two are capable of such a dramatic rending of the supposed
separation between the physical and the spiritual.
In both of these practices, a firm rule is in place that the
Operator must remain in control of the Operation from start to fin­
ish, that he must never relinquish control over the process or the
outcome to any of the multitude of nonphysical entities surround­
ing him.
I have violated this rule, and as a result, I was taken into a
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world where all of my assumptions on the nature of the world of
spirits and its interactions with our world were destroyed.
For a time, I turned the entire operation, not only of the
evocations and the translocations, but of my very spiritual Ascent,
over to a demon. To Azazel.
I can only trust that when this work is completed, he will
set me free.
In the hundreds of spirits that I have summoned to appear­
ance before me, four or five have left an unshakeable impression.
They materialize as all the others, their appearance matching the
grimoires' descriptions, and they carry out their tasks with the same
efficacy as all the rest. But something about them hints at the fact
that what is seen in the initial ritual is a shell, a presentation for the
public, a mirage thrown up to discourage further inquiry. The
silent statue behind the fa�ade smiles, and I could sense the grin.
Azazel is chief among these.
A few years ago, I found myself on a long drive back to my
home in Southern Utah from Coloradds Rocky Mountains. Shawn,
my wife at that time, spent most of that twelve hour trip, as well as
the one that brought us into the mountains, sleeping in the passen­
ger seat, jerking from her car door pillow to see where we were on
the journey, and talking with me for a minute or two before falling
back to sleep.
On the drive towards Colorado, I had entertained myself
with an eclectic mix of music, from Wagner to death metal, hip­
hop to Johnny Cash. Music was unable to quiet my mind on the
return trip, however.
In those mountains, in a gathering of at least fifty black ma­
gicians, I had witnessed my friend and spiritual student become
possessed. It was not the first possession I had ever seen, nor was
it the most dramatic. It was, however, the most intense, because
unlike the many teenage dabblers who open doorways that they
cannot close, and accidentally find themselves host to an intelli­
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cepting of the demonic intrusio n . She not only invited it, but when
the demon came to her, she e mbrace d it. She had owned the p o s­
s ession .
She was esco rt e d by the ritual's Operators from the pulpit
where the p o ssession had occurred, all banishings having been per­
formed, and I smiled at her. She was my student, and I wanted her
to see my pride.
She looked back, unsmil i ng, and did no t recognize me.
And, as I l o oke d into her eyes, I was shocked by the real izat i on that
I, as well, did not recogni ze her.
After leaving the ritual chamber and p as sing an hour or
more in h er tent, collectin g herself, she returne d to me, and co uld
b are ly speak, her s mall body sh ive ring, her t e eth clatteri ng as if she
were buried in ice.
The demon had strength e n e d her when it t ook her, it had
invigorated h e r, enraged h er, made he r m o re p owerful than any
human ought to be. And when it l eft , she fell i nto the realization
of her mortal weakness.
Having witnessed such a spectacle, my mind b egan spin­
ning a tapestry of possibilities, wh ich I discussed with Shawn be­
tween he r naps on the return home. If someo n e, like my student,
would be so willi ng to become possessed, th en perhaps s uch a pos ­
session could be incite d, allowing that p e rs on to bec o m e the
mo uthpiece of the demon, in a very controlled setting such as ritual
evocation. Perh aps , even, that same willing conduit could sit within
the Tr ian g l e of Manifestation, whe rei n the summoned d emo n
would appear, allowing that fiend to speak t h ro ugh her, to use her
body and he r mouth to communicate with those of this world.
''I'll do it:' Shawn said, no quiver or hesitance in her voice.
Crowley had performed s uch an O peration , th rusti ng him ­
self into the Triangle of Manifestation, b ecom ing the living sacrifice
which had materialized the de mo n of the Abys s, Chorozon . Was
simple vanity pressing me fo rward to conduct such a ritual, to put
myself on par with "The Great Beast:' Aleister Crowley? Rose Kelly,
Crowley's wife, had simil arly involved herself in many of his work

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ings, and she quickly turned to severe alcoholism, and was at one
point institutionalized for dementia.
The risks seemed great, but the rewards appeared even
greater. Aside from the knowledge that could be gained from such
an evocation, and aside from being able to tell this great story, I re­
alized that in performing this evocation, one of a demon into the
body of a woman, a portion of the wall separating me from the
world of spirit would be torn down.
As we both sat in the car, silent, thinking, Shawn appearing
as if she would fall back into a dead sleep at any moment, she said,
"It would have to be Belial, though:'
"What?" I asked. I wasn't sure if we were even on the same
subject.
"Well;' she answered, "''ll do the ritual with you, I'll be pos­
sessed by a demon, sure. But it has to be Belial:'
Shawn had worked with Belial in some depth months ear­
lier, and had developed a sort of bond with that particular devil. I
have since noticed that Belial is adept in his ability to beguile
women, to sway them, to obsess them.
I saw no issue with her demand, and indeed, something
about it felt right.
As my own path to power had taken me away from western
ceremonialism and into the Shaivistic yoga current, I hadn't per­
formed a ritual of evocation for at least two years. As soon as we
had settled back into our home from the trip, I evoked Belial, in
preparation.
What follows here is my recorded account of a piece of that
conversation with the demonic King Belial.

September 6, 2007: I evoked to total physical materialization

Belial, in preparation for an evocation of him into Shawn, fol­
lowed by an exorcism. Belial manifested, his presence came,
and I called him intofull materialization until I could see him
standing before me.
E.A.: Belial, what will be required to bring you forth, into

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 Shawn's body?

Belial: For you, and for the whole congregation to issue my

song: "Itz Ra-Cha-Belial." Not one person can not partici­
pate.

E.A.: How can your presence be magnified?

Belial: Blood. Feed me with blood.

E.A.: Blood in the Triangle, or blood around the Temple?

Belial: Blood upon the Vessel.

E.A.: Belial, mighty king, I thank you for responding and for
the information you have provided. . . (at this point, Belial in­
terrupted my dismissal).

Belial: Azazel, Abaddon, and Amaymon will rise together

with me. As one, we will open up the gateway to the Lake of
Fire.

Belial then vanished from my vision, leaving me alone in

the Temple, wondering what had just occurred. This was my idea,
my project, but he somehow managed to hijack it as his own. Or
perhaps it had been his idea, his project all along, and I was gladly
running towards his snare.
He seemed ready to answer my questions exactly, as if they
were not my questions at all. It further seemed like I had not asked
the one question that he had hoped I'd ask: What is the greater pur­
pose of this evocation?
My failure to ask the question did not keep him from an­
swering it, nonetheless. I had opened a door for a guest, and was
shoved aside while he and three of his friends walked into my
house.
I had feared from the onset that the evocation of a demon
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into the body of my wife would be too much for me to control, but
even in the first preli minar y ritual, my control over the whole mat­
ter had been derailed. It was obvious that Belial was usin g us as
pawns, as vehicles for s om ething beyond our comprehension ... or
beyond our w illi n gness to cooperate in.
The whole matter could have been abandoned right then
and there. I could have walked away. But that dark cur i o s ity inside
of me nagged and gn awe d at me. I co ul d not turn away from this,
this potential nexion of demonic power. I c oul dn't turn my back
on a path l ead ing to a greater knowledge of the inner workings of
a demonic order millennia old.
My own wife had volunteered herself as a living sacrifice to
the demons. It was my turn to do the same, to turn my body, mind,
and soul over to them, to sacrifice myself at their unholy altar, to
become the willin g vessel for their plan s.

''Azazel, Abaddon, and Amaymon will rise together with me.

As one, we will open up the gateway to the Lake of Fire."

Belial had laid out not only the purpose of his plot, the end
result of th i s ritual that he was conducting through our bodies, but
als o revealed the formula for it. Outside of the Christian concept
of a Lake of Fire, I had no idea what the fiend was re fe rr ing to.
There seemed on ly one way to find out.

S ep te mbe r 11, 2007:Evoked Amaymon to physical materi­

alization. I had some issues with the incense initially, so his
materialized body shifted between visibility and non-visibility
throughout. His voice was still heard the entire time.

Amaymon: The Lords of the House of the Seventies are num­

bered. Saturnalia is the essence of my coming - death and
decay, sexual and literal. I will come in the east on the sign
of the martyr. Call me with blood and semen and skin. The
Others will come and the gateway will be opened, but you
four must be willing to enter first. Project into it and die in
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 the Lake of Fire. Once you are reborn, you will have power
over It and can call the souls of the Marked to damnation.

My legions are many, much more than forty. All demons

must bow before me, and many angels too. Even you now
bow, but once you have entered the Lake of Fire you will never
again bow to another.

The Watchtowers need to be fully summoned. You only par­

tially called them forth here. They need to be fully sum­
moned. Speak to John about his role in the ritual, and to
Dawn.

Some conversation continued here about the specifics of the

ritual, but due to the speed of the dialogue, none of that was
recorded.
I dismissed Amaymon, and as his form vanished, he called
out, Bare skin will evoke power.
I had planned on this ritual involving myself, Shawn, and
possibly one assistant. Amaymon, however, demanded the pres­
ence of my friend and colleague, John, who is superbly knowledge­
able in the specifics of black magick and demonic pacts, and of my
student, Dawn, who had become possessed while in Colorado.
Dawn had already volunteered herself for the ritual, in
whatever capacity she could serve. I had yet to even mention it to
John, as I was certain that he would warn against such reckless be­
havior when dealing with demons.
"Let me know what I can do to help;' John told me over the
phone as I told him about the planned ritual, before I could even
mention what Amaymon had told me. I asked him to meditate on
the ritual, and perhaps to perform evocation of his own, because
from what I had been told, it seemed that he would be integral to
the Operation.
I searched my grimoires to find a demon that led seventy

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legions of familiars, but found none. The reference to the "House
of the Seventies, remains a mystery.
Amaymon's instructions also sent me to a dictionary. I had
never before heard the word, "Saturnalia:' In Greece, a day of cel­
ebration of Saturn was held, in which the roles accepted in society
were reversed. It was a time for drunkenness and indulgence, and
for those who were slaves to no longer serve their masters.
We were indeed entering to a contract of spiritual Saturna­
lia, no longer directing the demonic deeds, but instead being direct
by them.

September 15, 2007: Evoked Azazel to full physical ma­

terialization.

Azazel: ltz Rel Itz Rel Azazel. This is the song by which
I can be called.

E. A.: Are you to be involved in our upcoming Operation?

Azazel: I will be involved, although I will remain silent.

It is by our union that we will open this gateway. By your
union with John, Dawn, and Cody, you open your gateways
as well. They are your Knights, your army. Each of them
commands legions, much as I do, but they are simply not
aware of it. They will become aware of it in the moment of
their resurrection.

I had met Cody through John only briefly. I knew that he

was a member of a few quite influential secret societies, and he had
attended one of my presentations in northern Utah. Outside of
those details, I had no reason to think that he would be interested
in an undertaking such as this. I assumed that the Demon must
have meant another Cody, although he was the only person by that
name that I personally knew.
When John contacted him about it, however, Cody was ec­
static, and insisted on talking with me personally about the ritual.
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Over the phone, I came to realize that Cody's own knowledge of
the intricacies of occult, as well as eastern religion, likely surpassed
mine. We talked for hours about the ritual, and our places in it.
Only exhaustion in the late hours ended the conversation.

September 18, 2007: Evoked to total physical materialization

Abaddon, King of the Bottomless Pit, he who holds the key to
Outer Darkness.

I was instructed while trying to evoke him in my home to in­

stead evoke him out doors.

When he rose, his materialized body stood at least two stories

tall. He appeared as an armored warlord. His voice rum­
bled.

Abaddon: I am he who will be called in the final hour, to col­

lect those who are impure, to cast them into the Lake of Fire.
That day and that hour have come, and now you stand before
me, ready for the furnace!

Before the infernal Empire may arise, the kingdom of God

must be destroyed. The four seals of the four archangels must
be broken in thefour corners of the universe, each in its place.
Only then will the Gatekeepers rise and unlock the door to
the Lake of Fire.

Call me with flame, and with a token, placed upon the fore­
heads of all who will join. All must be marked who enter
therein, into the Kingdom of Hell.

In ritual, the whole of the universe is symbolized through

the Circle. The seals of the archangels are their sigils, the symbols
through which they can be called. Those seals, then, needed to be
drawn:, imbued with the power of the archangels, and then de­
stroyed at each corner of the Circle, The archangels would then be
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utterly dismissed from the Temple. The demons would not allow
the angels to interfere with what we were about to do.
My original plan had been to conduct the ritual alone, with
Shawn, and to reap the benefits of it alone. That number rose from
two to five, with Dawn, John, and Cody. That number seemed ap­
propriate: five elements; four cardinal directions, plus the demon
being invoked into Shawn; five wounds of Christ; and five points
in the pentagram. But that number still was rising, to include a
congregation, made up of faces that I had yet to see and names I
had yet to hear.
Consulting with the other p articipants in the ritual, we
arranged the entire ceremony.
A book store in Salt Lake City that had hosted several of my
presentations and workshops, and carried my books, offered their
basement for use in the ritual. Punk, metal, and ambient music
concerts were held there quite often, some of which I had attended,
so the space and concealment of the venue could not have been bet­
ter. The two owners of the shop insisted, however, that they be al­
lowed to witness the ritual. I explained that they would not be
allowed only to witness, but that the demons demanded that every­
one in attendance take part, even if only in some subtle, invisible
way. They agreed.
Cody, being a Master Mason, among various other titles in
diverse organizations, suggested that, due to the extreme nature of
the ritual, the Temple space be "tiled:' or protected from outside in­
terruptions or interferences. This is done by posting a "tiler:' oth­
erwise known as a "Black Guard" at the entrance. While in modern
freemasonry, the presence of a tiler is largely a ritual formality, in
other, more sinister workings, the Black Guard is sometimes a very
physical necessity, and requires more than a daytime accountant
with a ritual sword.
It is no secret that many occult orders have ties with nee­
Nazi groups, or that those who lean towards National Socialism
also find relevance in the occult. This is something often denied
or minimized by those in both parties, but any person with an eye

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and a brain can see the link.
Cody put in a call to one such group, and found a "Soldier;'
a young, strong man with tattoos covering every inch of skin be­
neath his jaw, recently released from prison for aggravated assault
with a deadly weapon, who was delighted to tile our ritual space.
Word spread of the evocation from the few who knew of it.
A group of musicians with heavy occult leanings was playing in the
area, heard of the ritual, and contacted me to ask if they could take
part. After meeting with them, I saw no reason to exclude them.
Cody and John also invited people with whom they had performed
ritual. By the time the ritual began, the basement was filled with a
congregation, packed shoulder-to-shoulder, at least thirty others
besides the original five participants.
The Black Guard's eyes focused.
"My duty is to not only keep those on the outside from get­
ting into the Temple;' he announced before the ritual began, "But
it is also to keep those inside the Temple from getting out once we've
started:'
I reinforced his statement, asking any who might have sec­
ond thoughts to leave immediately. I had no way of knowing what
would take place once the conjurations had begun.
John and I worked together to create an Elixir of Manifes­
tation, which was made of red wine, moss, various oils, sacrificial
winged-mammalian blood, and a large amount of human blood.
This would fulfill the demons' requests for blood and bodily fluid
as an offering, and at the same time has proven in the past as a re­
markable base for providing the subtle vapors requisite to the ma­
terialization of spirits.
The Circle was drawn in the center of the basement, a waist­
high altar placed in the center. A Triangle of Manifestation jutted
out from the circumference of the Circle at each of the cardinal
points, the converging lines between the Circle and the Triangles
marked with oil lamps, which provided the only light throughout
the ritual.
The overhead lights were shut off. The lanterns were lit.
John, Dawn, and Cody dawned black ritual robes, and lifted the
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hoods over the faces. I buttoned up a full-length ceremonial cas­
sock. Shawn removed her shirt, and I drew on her chest the sigil
of Belial.
She sat inside of the southern Triangle, legs folded into one
another, arms dangling at her sides.
The spirits started to move before the first conjuration was
even spoken. The air thickened and whispered.
Taking a box of sterile, unopened medical lancets, I passed
them out amongst the congregation. The three Operators, Shawn,
and I uncapped the lancets, jammed the sharp metal tips into our
thumbs, and trickled the released blood into the chalice of elixir.
Eyes froze as I moved to the periphery of the Temple, hold­
ing out the chalice for the congregation to do likewise. Without
giving a command of any sort, each person pricked their thumbs
and offered their blood into the chalice.
Setting the chalice on the altar, cupping my hands over its
mouth, I pronounced:

"Pater Noster, qui es in abyssus, potens nomen tuum. Fiat

voluntas tua, sicut in abyssus et in terra.

"Exorcizo te, creatura sanguis, in nomine Satan omnipo­

tentis, et in nomine Antichristus, et in virtute Falsus Vates:
ut fias sanguis exorcizata ad effugandam omnem potes­
tatem inimici, et ipsum inimicum eradicare et explantare
valeas cum angelis, et invito omnem maleficus spirite; per
virtutem veneficium maleficus. Ilicet!"

A strange power poured down through me, into my head,

down my shoulders, discharging from my hands into that bloody
elixir. It was not a new power; in fact, it was a force that I had be­
come very comfortable with. Each time it runs through me,
though, that power is always so strange.
Dipping my fingers into the solution, like a priest absolving
sins, I anointed Shawn's forehead with the blood, and then Dawn's,
John' s , Cody' s , and every person in the congregation, asking, "Do
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you accept the Mark?"
The Mark was accepted by all, some more hesitantly than
others.
With those same fingers, I scattered the remainder of the
elixir around the Temple, concentrating it in the Circle and the Tri­
angles, careless of the splashes flung on the ritual's participants.
The three other Operators stepped inside of the bounds of
the Circle. Using the last of the blood elixir, I traced the Circle with
my fingers, from the south to the east, to the north and the west,
until I again faced south, towards Shawn, who was already begin­
ning to swoon at the onrush of power.
I looked at her, and for the last time saw my wife in her eyes.
For the remainder of the evening, something else would gaze at me
through them.
John held the four seals of the four archangels, disks of clay
with sigils embedded. I had envisioned that he would snap the clay
pieces in twain and discard the halves. He stood at the eastern
quarter, gazing into the seal, opening it as he would open a doorway
into the celestial realms. The demonic surge flowed through him,
the words of Abaddon acting as an invocation: Before the infernal
Empire may arise, the kingdom of God must be destroyed.
He raised the seal of Raphael above his head, his body tens­
ing, his jaw clenching, the hand holding the single day seal turning
to a fist. With an unintelligible wail, he threw the disk to the
ground, the day shattering, turning to dozens of fragments and
dust. Then with Michael's seal to the south; Gabriel's to the west;
and Uriel's seal to the north. All heavenly hosts and any amount of
divine light that might be shining in that dank basement fled.
Dawn knelt to the left of the altar and opened some secret
grimoire, which I had never seen before or since. She offered an
invocation of the hosts of the infernal region, opening pathways
above and below to allow the fiends to filter into the Temple.
Cody began a mantra that he would repeat throughout the
ritual, despite the onslaught of abyssal streams: "Lamvam­
ramyamhamramaummm;' each syllable activating the energy cen

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ters in each person in the room, opening not only the Temple as a
gateway into the world of spirits, but using our own bodies to fa­
cilitate Their coming. Behind him, one of the musicians began a
drone on a T ibetan singing bowl.
I turned to the east. Amaymon's sigil laid on the ground,
within the Triangle of Manifestation. I gazed into it. Within sec­
onds, the inked lines flashed and faded, and reappeared in three di­
mensions. Amaymon's presence trickled into the Temple.
"Amaymon, I call you and conjure you forth to stand in this
Temple and to take your place within the Triangle. I summon you
to manifest before me in beholdable form and to speak with me in
a discernable voice. Amaymon, I give you license to appear, I give
you power to manifest, I give you this call to come. Amaymon,
come!"
T he congregation repeated, "Amaymon, come! Amaymon,
come! Amaymon, come!'' A peculiar yet familiar fugue came over
me, as if my brain was receiving too much oxygen, as if I would
black out at any moment. I stayed with the fugue, recognizing it as
a sure signal of the success of the evocation, knowing that I could
ride its waves into the world between the worlds, where the mate­
rialization actually begins. Swooning and swaying, losing all con­
nection with the physical world, with the basement around me,
with the congregation unsure if they should prepare to catch me if
I started going down, the fugue shattered, and my eyes looked to
the Triangle with new clarity. I couldfeel Amaymon there, in astral
space, preparing to breach the veil and enter our realm.
Within seconds, the air above the Triangle shifted, the in­
cense smoke gathered into a column, and that column gave way to
a form, a solid shadow, and then a figure with a face. Our lungs and
hearts seemed to momentarily stop. The air thickened. Amaymon
had come. The chanting stopped.
I turned to the north.
"Azazel, I call you and conjure you forth to stand in this
Temple and to take your place within the Triangle. I summon you
to manifest before me in beholdable form and to speak with me in
a discernable voice. Azazel, I give you license to appear, I give you

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power to manifest, I give you this call to come. Azazel, come!"
':Azazel, come!'' the congregation chanted again and again,
this time with more fury, more excitement, zealously pushed for­
ward by the arrival of the first demon.
The same fugue fell on me, and I rode it the same as before.
A figure, seeming to shift between worlds, to shift between visibility
and not, hovered over the north Triangle. A figure of an enormous
and dreadful satyr.
The chanting stopped.
I turned to the west.
':Abaddon, I call you and conjure you forth to stand in this
Temple and to take your place within the Triangle. I summon you
to manifest before me in beholdable form and to speak with me in
a discernable voice. Abaddon, I give you license to appear, I give
you power to manifest, I give you this call to come. Abaddon,
come! ''
The congregation chanted with me, ':Abaddon, come!
Abaddon, come! ' ' The fugue from the previous evocation had not
fully left me, allowing me to nearly immediately walk between the
worlds. A large form assembled in the middle of the column of
smoke in Abaddods Triangle, his height reaching the ceiling.
I finally turned towards the southern Triangle, towards
Shawn, her half naked body serving as the sacrifice, the heat rising
from her warm flesh acting as the incense, the blood still running
in her veins the Elixir of Materialization. The demon's sigil was
drawn on her chest. I gazed into it. Within seconds, the inked lines
flashed and faded, and reappeared in three dimensions. Belial's
presence streamed into Shawn's body.
Her muscles jolted, her neck twitching, and then her arms.
Her head fell back, her eyes towards the ceiling, as if she had no
muscle to lift it.
"Belial, I call you and conjure you forth to stand in this
Temple and to take your place within the Triangle. I summon you
to manifest before me in beholdable form and to speak with me in
a discernable voice. Belial, I give you license to appear, I give you

power to manifest, I give you this call to come. Belial, come!"

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 "Belial, come;' the congregation chanted. "Belial, come!
Belial, come!" The group mantra mixed in my ears with Cody's in­
cessant song and the drone of the singing bowl, both of which had
been buried to me under the din of the astral winds.
Shawn's convulsions intensified, her abdominals contract­
ing and her spine distorting. Her arms bolted into the air to form
a cross at her sides.
My hand stretched out, all fingers pointed towards Shawn,
towards the Triangle, towards the misty shape of the demon flick­
ering between the worlds.
"Belial, enter this body. It has been willingly sacrificed for
you!" I found myself shouting over the cacophony of sound, audi­
tory and ethereal. "Belial, accept your sacrifice!"
With a final, short gasp, Shawn's neck muscles finally reen­
gaged. Her head tilted downwards, again facing towards me, and
towards the congregation, her eyes still staring at the ceiling, at
some invisible portal which I could not see nor sense, through
which the demon had descended into her form.
Her eyes lowered. When they met mine, they were no
longer her eyes. Her face was no longer my wife's. Her lips no
longer perched in a smile or a frown, but stood without any hint of
human emotion. And her eyes were simply dead holes through
which the demon could peer into this plane.
Afraid to turn away from the devil in human form, a Her­
culean effort was required to continue with the ritual, to move my
feet from their cemented place, and to move my eyes from that
hideous face.
I broke myself from the gorgon gaze, turning my whole
body to the east again, and to the north, and the west, spinning in
a slow circle. My senses drifted between the worlds, seeing the va­
porous bodies of the demons within their Triangles, their evil ef­
fluvia swirling around them. And then to the southern triangle,
where Belial sat in the body of a woman, her breasts, small body,
and soft features eradicated by the hard, sharp form of the demon
which possessed her.
"Welcome to our Temple:'
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 All four devils spoke at once to me, all in some alien tongue,
translated somewhere in my brain as it passed through the tunnels
of perception, except for Belial, whose words were delivered in Eng­
lish through Shawn's mouth.
"You have called us here to open a door into hell. We will
open that door now:' The words j olted from her mouth, each one
forced, ejected in a sudden, without the cadence expected in a sen­
tence. Her arms raised again to her sides, as if yanked by invisible
strings overhead. I turned my head to see Amaymon to my left and
Abaddon to my r ight stretching out their arms likewise. Some
strange light connected them, running a circuit through their bod­
ies.
All of my strength left me. I fell to the ground, my l egs re­
fusing to bear my weight.
The concrete beneath me, upon which the Circle and the
symbols were inscribed, dissolved, and the earth beneath it fell
away. In place of solid ground, the nine foot diameter "protective"
Circle became a lake of liquid fire.
My body or my soul, the part of me that I then recognized
as me plunged beneath the surface of the steaming orange and yel­
low sea. I shrieked as my skin caught flame and disintegrated from
my bones, and more as my bones dissolved. Even as I no longer
had a body with which to scream, still the sound of terror bellowed
out from me. A thousand faces whirled around me, trapped in that
unholy place, shrieking as well, none of us comforted by the real­
ization that we were not alone in our suffering.
Whatever form was left of me began to burn away, whatever
soul or identity that remained being destroyed, or utterly lost in the
anguish. And just as it departed, just as my entire existence was ex­
tinguished, a voice called out. I could not tell if it echoed through
the depths of the Lake of Fire alone, or if it was sp o ken by one of
the demons in that distant Temple where my lifeless body remained.
The voice commanded, "Rise, and be reborn:'
My mouth opened and my throat begged for air, coughing
and spitting as I crawled to my knees. The congregation had fallen
silent save for the incessant drone of the singing bowl, all eyes star-

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ing in hor ror. I stood, fe eli ng as though my body had been atro­
phying, unused for decades. My mind was quiet, focused, sure. I
looked again at the floor, and saw that my feet were rest ing on the
same molten lake that I had fallen into. I walked across th e red
water to John, offering my hand to h im , le adi ng him into the Circle.
Leading h im into hell .
The moment his feet crossed the boundary of the Circle, his
knees buckled, as did the rest of his body. Curled like an infant,
screaming like murder, John writhed on the floor, the surface of
which began to flash, to transition to my eyes between concrete and
fire.
Within minutes, his flailing stopped. He stopped. It seemed
th at even the rising and falling of his chest with his breathing had
stopped. With a g asp , he too rose. As he regained his legs, and I
helped him stand, our eyes met. In direct contrast to the experience
of non-recognition when l ooking upon the possessed, as I looked
at John, and as he looked at me, I recognized him anew, as a lost
brother finally returned h ome. We both led Cody into the Circle,
and his react ion was identical. The three of us helped Dawn into
the Lake of Fire, and when she rose we helped her up. And then
we stood t ogether, hand- in-hand, as the risen damned.
I invited any from the congregation to enter the Circle, to
embrace spiritual annihilation. Few accepted, but all bore the mark,
and so damnation would come for them in time.
With a mind not of a dying man but of a god rebo rn , I left
the Circle, to the Triangle where Belial sat, embodied. I offered my
hand, and that demon took it. I led him to the congregation, and
one-by-one the fiend touched the onlookers, and named a nam e,
the name of a demon , a familiar, a foul spirit that would forever fol­
low th em , would guard them, would guide them into power, or into
slavery.
When the last congregant was touched and the last name
was pronounced, Shawn's b o dy fell. I caught her befo re she hit the
ground , and I c arried her back to the Tri angle , to wh i ch the mate­
ri alization of the demon was bound and could only leave for a very
short time.
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 Returning to the altar, I recollected my focus, and looked at
the opening beneath me and the spirits gathered around me.
I inhaled once, a long breath, and with a sigh, realizing that
the gateway must be closed and the demons must return to their
places, I pronounced, "It is done:'
"It is done;' the participants echoed. The floor shifted and
flashed, and then was concrete again. The bodies of the demons
and the spirits who had attended dissolved and dematerialized.
Shawn fell in the Triangle, unconscious.
I took a bottle of consecrated water and emptied it into a
golden chalice. With my index and middle fingers, I sprinkled the
water on the floor, dispelling the demonic residue thereon. I
cleansed the Circle, and then the Triangles, and then knelt over
Shawn's body, wetting my hand with the blessed water and placing
it on her forehead.

"Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine Dei Pa­

tris, et Filii, Spiritus Sancti, ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei
Shawn, quod Dominus noster ad templum sanctum suum
vocare dignatus est, ut fiat templum Dei vivi, et Spiritus
Sanctus habitet in eo. Amen. Amen. Amen:'

Shawn's eyes opened, and she struggled herself up to a

seated position. She retained very little memory of what had oc­
curred around her and through her.
The congregants disbanded, startled and confused expres­
sions guiding them to the exits.
I seized fistfuls of implements, cramming them into bags
and stuffing the bags into the trunk of my car, as if to dispose of
some shameful evidence.
After we five participants in the ritual had swigged from a
bottle of home-brewed absinthe, we stumbled down the street to a
diner. None of us were hungry, but we couldn't shake the need to
do something else, to do something normal, to pull our minds away
from that basement. Nibbling on pizza, we sat silent, no one able
to conceive of words not related to what we had just experienced.
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 Dawn finally blurted, "W h at the fuck what that? What did
we j ust do down there?"
The group erupted with laughter, the ice being broken and
the maddening reality of the t h ing staring at us.
The laughter died quickly, an d an even deeper somber fell
on us. John looked up, brushing his hair away from h is eyes. "What
we did down there:' he said, "is something that I think we'll be an­
alyzing for the rest of our lives:'
Back in our hotel room, Shawn's image began to shift again.
Her eyes stared dead into n othing . When I waved my hand in front
of her face, her head turned, as if moved by a machine, and looked
at me, expressionless. I repeated the exorcism, forcing the residual
demonic impression out of her body through focused will and
through an invocati on and channeling of power. For three days fol­
lowing I continued to exorcise the demon from her, as the p osses ­
sion would take hold randomly, and her eyes would change, and
her face would change, and h er voice would no longer be her own.
Belial followed her, and I could feel him enter the room, I
could feel him enter her. If I paid attention, I c oul d see his form
sli de between the shadows. His presence would come and go, but
most of the time it was there.
As I laid down to sleep, however, someth ing else came into
our room as well. Something other than B elial. And this other
spirit, this other demon, didn't bother hiding in the shadows, but
seemed to drift at the left side of my bed, watching, waiting, p erh aps
whispering words that I could not hear.
As Belial stayed with Shawn, this other entity stayed with
me. To this day, years after the fact, it is clear that Belial never fully
left Shawn; that she never renounced him, but dung to his posses­
sion enough to keep a back door open for his return .
Something remained with me, as well. A demon followed
me, and waited for the moment to announce itself, to invite itself
into my awareness, and to continue the work that had begun in that
basement.
Over a year later, my marriage havin g dissolved, my atten

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tion turned wholly to the worlds beyond, I found myself again
haunted by that same figure who had stood over me while I slept
that night after the ritual evocations. The demon had never left, I
suppose, but had simply been waiting, following, watching me until
I would listen to its whispers. I could feel it around me, closer every
day, more intrusive, as if the specter would dart out of invisibility
and would present itself in a physical body at any moment. And as
time wore on, he became less and less alone, until a seeming army
swarmed around me, clattering at me to pay attention.
I laid out a simple ritual area in my home, lit candles,
burned incense, and performed what I call a "blind evocation;'
which is an evocation into physical materialization of an entity
whose name, sigil, and attributes are unknown, but who can be
sensed nearby. Such evocations are indeed dangerous, as the Evo­
cator has no idea what he will find forming in Temple around him,
and he cannot pretend that he will be able to constrain whatever
may arise. It seemed to me, at that point however, to be more dan­
gerous to continue without knowing the identity of the spirit that
haunted me.

February 2nd, 20 1 0 : Performed a blind evocation of the spirit

that has been following me since the evocation of Belial into
Shawn. I have felt him around me nearly constantly now, and
I need to know who he is and what he wants. I have received
vague impressions about him, in that he is male, is demonic,
and has a keen interest in my spiritual Ascent.

I used a large amount of copal resin for incense. The room

filled with smoke almost instantly. By the time I started the
orations, I was already between worlds, and could see lights
flashing in the room, and then vanishing.

A large body formed in the incense smoke. As it gathered

mass, it blackened, until the figure of a mostly naked man's
chest with an animal's legs was visible. The entirety of the
form was ebon black. The face was the last to materialize, a
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large head bearing twisting horns, much like a mythical satyr,
which revealed that this demon that was haunting me was
none other than Azazel.

Demon, what is your name?

I am Azazel, the gatekeeper of the north, the blackflame that

never burns.

Why h ave you been following me?

Do you think you can call on the devil, and that he will dis­
appear when you 'v e grown uncomfortable with his presence?
It is you who called me, with my brothers. And it is you who
calls me now.

None of the others lingered. Why have you?

Belial has lingered with his sacrifice. I have lingered with

mine.

I never committed myself as your sacrifice.

Without such an implicit pact, I could not have been called.

You cannot see nor taste nor touch a thing without commit­
ting yourselfto a union with that thing. And you have indeed
seen and tasted and touched me. And I have seen and tasted
and touched you.

What is it that you want from me now, then?

It is what you want, not what I want. You have called me

twice now, but you have never ceased calling me. You scream
for me in your soul, and so I appear.

Tell me then, Grand Demon: what is it that I secretly want?

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 All that is mine.

All that is yours?

All that is mine. Call me again in three days time, and I will
deliver my Kingdom to you.

The demon then vanished, not in the way that the incense
smoke drifted away, or the candle light dimmed, but the vision of
him disappeared in an instant.
I was certain that the fiend was playing a demonic trickery,
that he was toying with me in an attempt to get my attention and
to ensnare me in some time consuming game, as entities so often
do. My mind struggled with that theory, however, as this was no
wandering spirit, this was no random imp that can be called with
an ouija board; this was Azazel.
Once the theta haze had evaporated from me, I determined
to not be reeled in by the bait of unlimited power, delivered from
an entity constrained to incense smoke and a Triangle.

Lying to sleep that night, however, I felt his presence again,

to the right of my bed, as silent as he had been throughout the ritual
of the opening of the Gate, as evasive as he had been in every evo­
cation.
The three days following, I tried to hold my resolution to
not call the demon, and was haunted not only by his presence, but
of the allure of his offer, and the dangers inherent in beckoning to
them. I battled myself on this matter until the final minute, when
I laid again the Circle on my floor, lit the candles, and even as the
incense began to spiral towards the ceiling, I was still convinced
that perhaps I would not complete the ritual.
Azazel rose before me, no longer in the form of a dreaded
obsidian satyr, but instead as a spectral raven, with endless shadows
as wings, and the face of a devil. His words . no longer rumbled
through the air, but were injected straight into my mind.

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 The Infernal Empire awaits you. Rise as a warlord into the
halls of the mighty. Take your throne as a king among
demons. Tread carelessly over the embers of dying suns, to
take that which is mine. Call upon me each night, in the tenth
hour and I will come, and piece by piece, the Infernal Empire
will be yours. Ninety times, call me, and I will come.

His form vanished without a word of benediction, and with­

out waiting for my dismissal.
Azazel made no promises of power, flung no lures before
my eyes, nor did he ask whether I would care to take his hand and
embrace the secrets that he had to offer; instead, he assumed that I
would.
Azazel must have known me quite well, because I could not
refuse. I was still in control of the Operation, I assured myself. I
would call him once or twice, glean some information from him,
assimilate his teachings into my occult repertoire, and would bore
of the task quite quickly.
But Azazel knew me far too well.
That which follows is the entirety of what I learned from
the demon during a ninety-day journey through hell, with Azazel
as my guide.

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 CHAPTER Two

THE INFERNAL HosTs

"Azazel at his right, a Cherub tall:

Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurled
The Imperial Ensign, which full high advanced
Shone like a Meteor streaming to the Wind
With Gems and Golden luster rich emblazed,
Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while
Sonorous metal b lowing Martial sounds:
At which the universal Host upsent
A shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond
Frighted the Reign of Chaos and old Night:'

-John Milton. Paradise Lost.

Azazel's name has been scattered throughout religion and

lore for nearly six thousand years, but very little has been discussed
concerning who or what this figure actually is.
The name is first mentioned in the Book of Leviticus, with­
out any background or context, but instead assuming that the
reader would have a working and common knowledge of the thing.

"And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats, one lot
for the Lord and the other lot for Azazel. And Aaron shall
present the goat on which the lot fell for the Lord, and offer
it as a sin offering; but the goat on which the lot fell for

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 Azazel shall be presented alive before the Lord to make
atonement over it, that it may be sent away i nto the wilder­
ness to Azazel. " 1

While it has been argued whether Azazel was an actual fig­

ure which accepted impure sacrifices counter to Jehovah, or if the
term implied a place in the desert, or the simple act of sending away
the goat, laden with the sins of the penitent, the name appeared
again in The Book of Enoch:

8:1: "And Azazel taught men to make swords, and knives,

and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the
metals of the earth and the art of working them, and
bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the
beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and
all colouring tinctures:'

9:6:"Thou seest what Azazel hath done, who hath taught

all unrighteousness on earth and revealed the eternal secrets
which were preserved in heaven:'

1 0:8-9: "And the whole earth has been corrupted thro u gh

the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin:'

What had been revealed to me through my own personal

interactions with this demon seemed to mirror that which had been
recorded: contradictory accounts of a very minute amount of in­
formation.
If Satan's greatest trick was making people believe that he
no longer existed, Azazel seemed to have cast an even greater illu­
sion of making it seem as if he was never there at all.
I summoned Him, Azazel, at the tenth hour. He rose, and
he spoke, and his words failed to shove towards any further clarity:

I am the formed abyss. We are not different. All things are

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formed from one primo rdial nothingness, not at some point
in the distant past, but in each moment. Every moment that
you consider me, I come into being. Every moment that you
consider yourself, you are brought into existence. Stop con­
sideri ng yourself, and you will cease to be.

I have appeared to men as they have considered me. I taught

them that which they were on the bri nk of learning them­
selves. I concatenated their realizations. I would say that I
have always existed as this pro methean Pandorian figure, be­
cause all time for me is present. However, I have not existed
at all until this moment. But n either have you.

Where does this leave the idea of your objective reality?

Reality is far from obj ec tive. Can you name a single th i ng

that exists independe nt of your o bse rvat i on? Such a thing
does not exist. When you and I meet, you and I come into
existence. Until tha t point, there is no you, there is no I. You
exist only in your relation to that which surrounds you. Your
very physical form is held together, as mine is in this smoke,
by the pressure inside ofyour skin meeting the pressure outside
of your skin, and both forces holding you in one piece. This
is a type and a shadow of the whole of existence. Only
through the application of various forces ofpressure does any­
thing exist. You have lea rned to master some of these pressure
systems, and can apply them to su m mo n ing somethingforth
from nothingness to speak to you.

You ask if I am real? I am as real as the world around you,

which is not real at all.

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THE INFERNAL EMPIRE

The schools of the occult and the mystical sciences recog­

nize graduating degrees of subtle reality, physical incarnation being
the most crude and base of these, followed by the astral plane,
which is a realm of energy and motion. Having traveled to and
through the astral plane, through various methods of the projection
of my consciousness away from the locality of my brain and body,
I have seen endless sectors, areas, or kingdoms within the seemingly
endless energetic realm, the whole place crowded with spirits,
phantoms, demons, angels, and even gods, all vying for power and
dominion.
Azazel lifted me from my body, my vision drained from my
two eyes and reawakened in my spiritual sight, and showed me the
spiritual realms from a new vantage.
Indeed, there are grand divisions between the multitudes of
areas in the worlds of spirit. The illusion cast is that these divisions
are naturally occurring; that they are born out of an intrinsic dif­
ference in ideology or alignment.
Just as wars across this world have been instigated and per­
petuated by forces and minds that would benefit from the blood­
shed and the resultant rifts raised, Azazel showed me the one solid
group of benefactors in the wars raging across the spiritual worlds:
the D emonic Kings.
Traveling in Soul beyond the astral plane, even above the
mental plane, to those realms wherein all form and all separation
ceases, there is no war. Duality crumbles as wholly as time and
space, and the Traveler is left with no concern for good and evil, no
shame nor pride, no us and them.
Why, then, are the angels concerned? Why do the elemen ­
tals, the planetary spirits, the lesser demons , and the wandering
phantoms battle against one another, or at the very least clash with
one another when called? It would seem that a Creative Divinity
exising above the realms of duality would care little for spiritual
battles, let alone to set Michael and his minions upon those who

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oppose His plan. Such an action from an Eternal being is as ridicu­
lous as the notion that any embodiment could threaten the asser­
tions of the Omnipotent.
No, these worlds below, these worlds held in the ever-swing­
ing pendulum of duality, are held in that sway by a sinister and a
nefarious force.
The general supposition that the Demonic Kings are at the
helm of the divisive plot is perhaps too large a blanket to cast. Per­
haps terms need to be more aptly defined.
According to the Book of Enoch and the legends spawned
from that text, Satan opposed God's plan of sending man to earth
to struggle through life and to achieve a degree of glory after death
through his own efforts. Taking one third of heaven's angels, he
waged a war against God, and as a result was thrust down to the
earth until the Final Resurrection, when all would be j udged.
When Enoch and his whole city were lifted into heaven, and
when Enoch himself was translated into angelic glory as the angel
Metatron, however, a second revolt began. Metatron refused to
look away from Azazel's sin of teaching mankind forbidden knowl­
edge, petitioning Jehovah to cause Michael to bind Azazel and his
cohorts Ouza and Shemyaza, and to cast them to the earth until the
final j udgment.
While this myth can only be taken seriously as an allegory,
the realistic root from which it derives does incite some specula­
tion.
Azazel seeks to teach men the secrets of the gods, to assist
them in their Ascent. The path of the Left Hand is that of this very
same forbidden knowledge. The greatest and most accurate criti­
cism of Black Magick is that it delivers to the Worker of Darkness
a degree of power for which he is ill prepared, speeding his Ascent
faster and more furious than he can withstand, resulting in im­
mense instability, and granting him abilities that can run rampant
with his ego.
Azazel is not, however, the typical demon, the impish ser­
vant of Satan or some other Dark Lord, but was a grand Angel, an
ancient Watcher, and held that status even after he copulated with

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human females, and taught men the secrets of warfare, and of
witchcraft. All of this is in accordance with the myth .

Enoch represents man in Ascent. Once you have reached

the state of Ab solut e liberation, you will feel that you have no need
for the secret knowledge, and so you seek to bind that forbidden
aspect, to put away the black magick and the burning candles and
to go inwards, and upwards, and forwards.
But enlightenment has its limitations.

Azazel states that: the tales do not recount how I was let loose
upon the earth ("I" being the momentary embodiment of the
forbidden), by Enoch (being Ascended souls; men having
reached the state of absolute liberation). "Let loose upon the
earth," s imply means that the spiritual Masters saw great use
for me, and so the secret, dark, bloody, and sexual rites were
taught not by the deviant, but by those who presumed earlier
to have known better.

There is an art and a s ci en c e to Ascent. There is only art in

the Left Hand, however. It is beauty in its coarsest form. You can
find power anywhere. You can only truly enj oy that power through
the forbidden. All else stales in short time.
Let's play with this subjective universe, then, to enjoy the
forbidden, and immerse ourselves in it, as there are vast landscapes
of possibility that can only be explored by assuming that, contrary
to the teachings of Austin Osman Spare, A ll things are real, yet
everything is still permitted. 1
With the various pressures of duality holding all things in
their place, the denizens of the forbidden, such as Azazel, revel in
the continuation of an existence which is darkly lit and which strug­
gles amongst itself, lest all consideration for the opposites, and
therefore for its own existence, collapse the whole back into the
prime motivator. They siphon the overflow of the universes' power
lust, and whisper into the ears of angels and demons incitements
which will cause them to continue to war.
Their realm is an Infernal Empire, a glorification of that he-

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donistic urge which eradicates the otherwise inexorable and instan­
taneous movement towards perfection, the likes of which would
cause these lower worlds and all therein to cease, in the blinking of
an eye.
In this manner, all that exists in the worlds of spirit is under
the tight yet indiscernible control of the demonic, the dark. Every
spiritual kingdom, therefore, be it celestial, terrestrial, S ephiroti c,

or chthonic is merely a province of the Infernal Empire.

Like B abylonia, however, there is a central city, a demonic
stronghold, a spiritual Babylon, which can be considered the Infer­
nal E mpire proper. All that you can imagine the shattered and
,

nighttime palaces of the Demonic Kings to be, their Babylon is this,

and more, as thos e im agin atio ns are injected int o our minds as we
connect to this place, and as our minds inject our imaginings into
that realm as well, all things feeding in a circle and a cycle.
When I look th rough the windows between the worlds or
when I exit this form and travel through the gateways provided to
that demonic Babylon, I see a forsaken kingdom, fields blighted and
stone buildings crumbling. T he sky is li qu id amethyst, streaked
with waves of ink throug hout The place is alive with noise, with
.

language spoken by the particles of astral air, some alien and indis­
cernible tongue, like rolling incantations punctuated with b ell ows
of deep and mocking laughter.
pl ayin g the part of Virgil spoke to me, from behind
Azazel
my left shoulder, telling me that this is all illu s ion With that speak­
.

ing, the image of the place vanished like a re fl ection in a pond, and
I instead looked out upon a gre en and flowered valley. That image
would not hold, however, and with tremors and the sound of galax­
ies crashing, the valley shattered and the Infernal Empire prevailed.
All things are illusion, but the illusion is so damned persist­
ent. The mind sees wh at it can most relate to, in the demon and in
the demonic landscape. There is a tmique sort of subjective expe­
rience, as none of these things are empirically real, from our sensory
interaction with the world around us to our magickal interactions
with the realms of spirit.
The illusion is consistent throughout the human experience,

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however. What I see as a blue sky and gravitational force is not my
perception alone, but is shared by my racial siblings. Somewhere
in our ancient genetic formation a biological pact was made to in­
teract with our environment in a predicable and consistent way.
Matter is not solid, gaps between molecules and their elec­
trons and the next set of molecules making things that we consider
to be concrete quite spacious and fluctuating. It would not be use­
ful for us to experience the fluctuations or the gaps, however, and
so those details are passed over and the illusion of solidity is be­
lieved.
Such is our interaction with the world of spirit as well, if not
more so. Just as the effects of gravity, or the barriers of walls, or the
separateness of embodiments can be momentarily displaced to
allow for the miraculous, to allow for conscious shifts in the fabric
of what we consider to be solid reality, the apparent nature of the
astral kingdoms can be adjusted to our will. And j ust like the dis­
ruption of physical law, as soon as focus is withdrawn, the more
deeply rooted illusion snaps back into place.
These lower worlds are a very persistent illusion. And the
illusion is useful to us. The Infernal Empire appears to the human
sight to be a dark, dreadful, and often terrifying landscape. This is
how our senses can make sense of the thing at all, to assimilate the
awareness that what we are encountering when we enter that Em­
pire is beyond what our mortal minds should behold, and that in­
deed we are probing into secrets forbidden to our fragile race.
At sixteen years old, after my dabbling was dabbled and my
curiosity was complete, and I laid my hand upon these secret sci­
ences with sincerity, worlds upon worlds opened before me. With
obsession driving me, I learned to call into this realm any entity
that I could name, and some that I couldn't, and I trained myself in
the ability to leave my body and to travel through similar gateways
to the realms from where the spirits came.
I Ascended through these planes and supernormal states of
awareness with alarming ease, shedding illusions of self and envi­
ronment like serpent's skin, arriving finally at the awareness of Sat
Nam, of True Identity - of my Eternal Self, unfettered by Maya.

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 I had set out to do this work with Azazel as a matter of cu­
riosity, as a novel way to experience new aspects of the same old
black magick. In only my fifth evocation, however, a few words
spoken from his lips and the visions that flooded my mind with
those words made me realize that my j ourney has only just now
begun.

As you see this encompassing spiritual force in the universe,

the All, the Magickal thread, there is likewise a secret current
beneath even that. The Infernal Empire, the whole of the as­
tral realm, the mental, and the physical planes, even the soul
plane, are all just masks for this other current running
through all worlds and all dimensions. You have aptly pierced
into the heart of an illusory truth. Go now deeper. Through
blood and sex and sin, and through the flesh which is the
Temple will you learn to travel not to the backside of the tree,
but to swim amongst its roots. Perfect the body, and see me
again for this.

The tales are true that I was never to reveal this, because even
the angels and the gods have not seen the secret passageways
that I will show you. Perfect the body, perfect the mind, order
your life, and I will show you.

There is no name to the secret current, as none know it.

Immortality is in your hands. Do not forsake yourself to

waves of commonality. You are more than that. You hold
yourself back because you fear that which you may become if
you call the world into alignment with your true nature. Ful­
fill your duties and your obligations in this world, but know
that these are passing illusions, to be replaced in only mo­
ments, moments after you have chosen to live as king. Know
that you are a king living amongst beggars.

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 Over my ninety day journey into the heart of the inferno,
with all of the secrets of power that Azazel revealed to me, the mys­
tery of this unknown current, the dark rift winding throughout ex­
istence wound also through all of his teachings. Other spirits had
been eluding to the existence of this dark rift, of a secret current
running silently behind the supposed spiritual realities, and that by
riding this river, I would at an even deeyer degree of liberation,
glory, and power.
Azazel did not disappoint.

THE INFERNAL HIERARCHY

Due to the stranglehold that Christianity and Judaism has

had around the throat of spirituality in general and the occult in
particular, and the obvious incestuous relationship of the church
and monarchy, the hierarchy of the hosts of hell has been presented
for centuries as a reflection of our own political and military struc­
tures. The grand erroneous assumption, born like most of our mis­
takes from our egotistic belief that our race and society is reflective
of the Divine, has been that the same type of societal and hierarchal
structure which exists in our feeble civilizations would also exist in
the worlds of spirit. That perhaps our own hierarchal systems were
not created by the conspiring minds of evil and corrupted men, but
were delivered to us from on High.
The classical demonic hierarchy, then, sets Satan as the Em­
peror of Hell, ruling over Kings, who rule over Princes, who rule
over Marquises, who rule over Dukes, who rule over Earls, who rule
over Presidents, who rule over Knights.
I have proposed for quite some time now, and still maintain,
that Satan is no more than another demon amongst millions, and
not an especially notable one outside of one particularly persistent
mythology.
I laid out the Circle of Demonic Pacts on the floor, the likes
of which I had been using for each evocation of Azazel. I placed a

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chair in the middle of the Circle, black candles burning at either
side, copal resin melting in front of me, filling the room with thick,
piney smoke. With no te pad and pen in my lap, I c alled upon
Azazel. The air buzzed, filled with invisible, noisy locusts. I could
feel the shift in the pressure around me, my ears plugging, my heart
struggling to push liquid to my limbs. I fell th rough rings of reality,
and the incense smoke coalesced into a column, forming the shape
of that ebon, horned giant with the legs of an animal, the chest and
arms of a m an , and a face unm istakably demonic.
Azazel had come.
I posed a single and simple command: "Explain the Infernal
Hierarchy to me:·
I perched the pen be tween my fi nger s , the tip sc ratching at
the pap e r, re ady to take the demon's dictation.
The shadow figure was silent. I im agined that he was think­
ing, or that his mi nd was reaching into millenni a p ast and through
the endless kingdoms of the astral plane to find the answer.
He finally gave it:

The Infernal Hierarchy is as follows: The Ope rato r; and

everything else in existence.

The form vanished, the incense smoke scattering through

the room, taking the shape again as nothing more than smoke. I
rose agai n through those rings of reality, seated i n an empty room
with a nearly blank notebook page.

THE OVERLAP

I had assumed, as many do, that I could conjure forth the

Demonic G atekeepe rs , that I could call them into spect r al materi­
alization before me, that I could ask them to open a gateway into
the demonic realm, that I could direct one of them to possess my
wife, and that when I was fini s hed, I co uld send them away like paid
prostitutes.
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 What every grimoire has neglected to mention, what every
mentor has failed to warn of, is that the moment that you meet with
a demon, that demon will in that instant have been with you from
the beginning and will endure with you until the end.
If we are to accept that any sort of cosmic time can be con­
sidered objective and "real;' dependant only on the expansion of
the cosmos and the theoretical increase in entropy, moving towards
some critical mass at which point all things will again collapse into
a singularity, then in those realms not subject to the various laws
of thermodynamics, time cannot objectively exist, but is a mirage
of the perceived passage of events. Although entities can assume
visible, beholdable forms on this plane, the physical eyes do not see
the demon, nor do the physical ears hear the fiend, but the percep­
tive faculties of the more subtle body correlating with the origin of
that spirit translate the raw impressions to the meaty mind, which
then distills the information to the mundane senses.
For the comfort of our sensibilities, we would like to say
that, since time does not exist on the spiritual planes, and since the
interaction between the demon and the man occurs wholly on that
plane regardless of the beliefs of the physical self, that the meeting
has already occurred just as it is presently occurring and will con­
tinue to occur in the infinite future. Ergo, the moment that you
meet with a demon - as I myself have met with Azazel and his in­
feriors - that spirit will in that instant have been with you from the
beginning and will endure with you until the end.

This is indeed a door that once opened can never be shut.

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 CHAPTER THREE

THE PACT

My grandmother by birth, my mother's mother, was a witch.

She was not the sort of witch who reads books about candle spells
and prays to the goddess. She was a witch long before Gerald Gard­
ner and Anton Lavey stepped onto the scene. She was not a witch
because she wanted to rebel against her parents or stand out in so­
ciety. She was a witch because that is the only word that she knew
to apply to her ability to conjure and command invisible forces to
her will. She did not learn her witchcraft from books now accessible
at every bookstore and library across the country. She learned her
spells from the spirits themselves.
My mother did not keep me long. She was young, confused,
and overwhelmed. My father swore that he was not my father, al­
though there could be no earthly other. Into other families I went.
None of them held a witch as their matriarch.
I was taught to pray, in the name of Jesus, and was disci­
plined in the morals of the Church. I played the part well, often
recognized as an example of Christian Youth, and was a leader in
the various church quorums which I attended.
But something else was boiling in my blood. Something
that was passed to me from previous generations would not tolerate
the fac;:ade.
At twelve years old I played with ouij a boards. Shortly after,
I learned that such a crude medium of spirit communication could
be done without, as I could sense and could sometimes see the spir-

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its around me, and could converse with them more easily than with
others of my own species.
The mask nevertheless remained in place. I was a Warrior
for Christ, a beacon, and would remain such until I had gathered
enough information to walk another path.
Between classes and over lunch brea ks , I would steal into
my school's library, checking over my shoulder for members of my
religious congregation, some of which attended my school, and oth­
ers who were teachers. I would always find myself buried in one
book more than others, a particular book on historical demonology
and witchcraft.
Amongst the accounts of witch's s abbats and diabolical for­
nication stood a copy of a written pact made between some certain
nobleman and a demon. According to the contract, the demon
would supply the nobleman with wealth, political influence, and as
much sex as he could enjoy. In return, the nobleman would, upon
his death, relinquish his soul to t he demon, and thus into the fires
of hell, for eternity.
The Catholic Church made a solid p oint that unless such a
pact were made, the witch or warlock could have no hope of wield­
ing the powers of witchcraft.
This was echoed in Arthur Edward Waite's book, The Book
of Ceremonial Magick, in which he asserts: "Such persons, it is af­
firmed, will never succeed in evoking spirits unless they perform,
point by point, all that is detailed here inafte r concerning the man­
ner of making pacts with any spirit what soeve r:' I
Those disciplined in modern occultism will naturally scoff
at the idea that, in order to utilize the invisible yet tangible forces
which surround and move through each of us, it is requisite to turn
your immortal soul over to some imp, and to condemn yourself to
a hell which, in any sense of true spirituality, does not even exist at
all.
The very idea of making pacts with demons is today con­
sidered a thing for those long-haired high school Satanists who
murder kittens and call it "sacrifice"; or, something that might be
used by a fundamentalist Christian wi s h ing to rebel against his
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hereditary faith and embrace a world of black magick and blas­
phemy which he knows nothing about. Either way, it seems obvious
that the demonic pact has no place in the real study and application
of the occult, and therefore ought to be dismissed outright.
Much of what is done in ritual, in occult application, is a re­
turn to fantasy. This is not a methodical science, as many hermeti­
cists would have you believe; otherwise, every ritual temple and
ceremonial altar would by now be replaced with a laboratory, scry­
ing mirrors, and a microscope. Something occurs in ritual that can­
not be measured by our gadgets and gizmos, and will not be for
perhaps hundreds of years to come. The ritualist must embrace a

series of actions which his intellect cannot possibly believe hold any
potency, yet by abandoning himself to the fantasy, by momentarily
indulging in what would seem at the surface to be nothing more
than childish play-acting, a whirlwind of power is unleashed from
his temple, and the world around him begins to shift in accordance
with the specific symbols inserted into his fantasy play, and with
the intention with which the whole thing was originally ap­
proached.
There is power, and then there are keys to that power. The
two ought never be confused with one another.
The power of the demonic legions that are raised through
the rites given in this book, and indeed in many other grimoires, is
objectively and independently real. The keys to that power, how­
ever, the sequence necessary to unlock it for oneself, can be quite
subjective.
Western occultism, in its present incarnation, suffers from
a malady of the Master of the Universe syndrome. Man b elieves
that, through the focusing of his will and his mental, physical, and
even emotional drives, that he can hold absolute power over all
events in his personal microcosm. Add into the cauldron the aspect
of the esoteric, of a connectedness with the forces which breathed
life into the universe, and his ability to mold those forces to make
the unthinkable occur with absolute nonphysical action, the human
being begins to believe that the whole of reality, even its very fabric,
can be controlled and manipulated to his liking.

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 The ego is a valuable tool for any spiritual or mundane un­
dertaking. The desires and impulses that power it surge into the
environment at the moment of release and send into the cosmos a
shockwave of energy that will ripple across the realms and realign
reality with the individual's intention. The key to all of this, how­
ever, is that the desire, and the ego attachment to that desire, is ac­
tually released. Ego, unhampered by any sense of humility, any
sense of awe, spins and wears on its own axis, accomplishing little
and frustrating the originator.
At some point, all desire, all ambition, all pride-and power,
must be released.
In a working such as the one that I have undertaken - the
ninety day evocation of Azazel and His legions - required from the
beginning such a release. The desire was for unfettered knowledge
and unrestrained power. Such a desire was not borne in moments
before first meeting with the demon, but had been building in me
my entire life, planted in my infant being as power was taken from
me, robbed and beaten out of me. Overcompensation was my
modus operandi, and although my lust for power has in moments
been sated, the thirst was never fully quenched.
The explosion of such forbidden desire and its full release
occurred in the moment that I signed my name at the bottom of a
written pact with Azazel.
Looking again at The Book of Ceremonial Magic, I put to
use a mandala that had been calling to me for years -Illustration

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Plate number nine, co-incidentally - labeled in the book as "The
Goetic Circle of Pacts:' also called, "The Circle of Demonic Pacts:'
According to Waite's instructions, taken from The Grand
Grimoire, the Circle of Demonic Pacts " is formed from the skin of
the victim (which is a kid; a young goat) , fastened to the ground by
four nails taken from the coffin of an executed criminal. The skull
is that of a parricide; the horns those of a goat; the male bat opposite
the skull must have been drowned in blood; and the black cat,
whose head forms the fourth object on the circumference of the
circle, must have been fed on human flesh:'
After such a macabre and seemingly purpose-less arrange­
ment of fetish items, Waite continues: "There is no authority for
any of these stipulations:'
If there is no authority for such stipulations, it is entirely
possible that they were included in The Grand Grimoire as blinds,
or purposeful misdirections, intended to render the whole Opera­
tion useless to those who take the book at face-value. Another ex­
planation for such energetically impotent items is that a good deal
of Black Magick is surrounded by an air of the heretical and the
bloody, and that the sacrifice of a cat, grave robbery, and animal
torture lend to the mystery of such works.
Either way, outside of primal systems of spirituality such as
those which derived from the Congo, such inclusions seem to pos­
sess a psychological power more than a raw, occult power.
What enthralled me was the arrangement of the whole Cir­
cle. The circumference is bound with double concentric circles,
which is common with most Circles used in the evocation of spirits.
However, the Triangle, where the spirit is to manifest, is tradition­
ally placed outside of the Circle, ostensibly forming a division or
barrier between the Summoner and the Summoned. In this case
the Triangle is drawn inside of the Circle, illustrating the direct
union between the two, or between the fleshly man and the infernal
spirit, serving as an indicator of the intimate nature of the pact itself,
which will forever link the two.
Three circles are drawn within the Triangle, which, accord­
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who woul d stand at the uppermost circle, and his two assistants ,
who would stand in the circles behind him. Such an arrangem ent
is not coinddenta\, nor sim\)ly \)tactical, but is entirely symbolic of
the Trinity - either that of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit;
or of Satan, the False Prop het, and the Antichrist. The list and eval­
uation of sacred o r unholy trinities in religion could itself ftll an en­
tire book, but it s eem s sufficient to note that the circles , which in
themselves repres e nt eternity, are not to be excluded quite as easily
as the aforementioned macabre fetish items.
To further vi n d icate my view that, if such a Circle of Pa cts
is d rawn on the groun d , in which the O pe rato r will stan d or sit
wh ile c ommuning with th e demonic, that the three smaller circl es
must be drawn therein and not regarde d as simple markers for the
positions of the inhabitants of the Circle, all three are connected by
lines, and the uppermost circle bears small horns, for ming perfectly
the astrological symbol of Mercury, which has b een held for ne arly
ten thousand years as t he sphere of magick, of initiation , of science
and knowledge.
Below the triangle is the Labarum, inverted, at either side
the symbols of alph a and omega. The views on the meaning of this
symbol, specifically as it appears in th is case, differ immen sely. The
lab arum , being a commonly used s ymbolic representation of the
name of Jesus Chris t , is most often thought to be present in this
Circle of Demonic Pacts as a final s afety, a device which will protect
the Op erator from the entities wh ich he intends to call down be fore
him. The fact that it is inve rte d could either be a blasphemy, the
inversion of the name of Christ; or, as a simple means of allowing
the Mess iah to "stand behind you;' as you enter the Gates of Hell.
Unfortunately for such a single - min d ed explan ation , the labarum,
under the de signation of "Chi Rho;' has also been used to symbolize
Chronos, or "Time:' The ge neral idea behind th e symbol is that,
like Jesus' self- assertion that he is ''Alpha and Omega , the b eginnin g
and the end;' that the figure to whom the labarum is attributed is a
master of time , or is outside of time altogethe r.
As for the names inscribed outside of the whole Circle, these
are the names of four maj or fall en angels , or Watchers , interestingly
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tied to Azazel and his ilk, each of them re sp ons ible, like Azazel, for
teach i n g men forbidden knowledge.
Amsarac taught the use of herbs a nd plants in the fashion­
ing of spells and enchantments. Berkaial t au ght the art of divi na ­
tion and prophecy th rough t he m oveme nts of the p l anet s and the
stars. Akib eel likewis e tau gh t the mys te ries of th e stars, and of the
earth. Asaradel taught the secrets of the moon.
As I traced the final Circle of Pacts with all of the above con­
s id e rati ons on a large black mat, I re c ogn i zed that it serves a p ur­
pose that is s im ila r to the evocation of the Gatekeepers. A portal
into the infernal realm. The names of the fa llen angels, were then
repl ac e d by the names of Belial, Amaymon , Abaddon, and Azazel.
When the draft was c ompl et e d on th e thick, black mat, the whole
image was red raw n in red p ai nt .
I could s en s e the energy rising from the image even before
layi ng a sin gl e candle within it, or causing the smoke of my incense
to waft above it, as if th e lines and the symbols and the names were
automatically imbued with some strange power, i ndep endent of any
spiritual effort fro m me.
The i nces s ant prompting to make a pact w ith Azazel, to
turn the fullness of my sp irit ual and material welfare over to that
demon, to submit myself to h im wh olly tugged at me for weeks.
My every evo c atio n of him seemed empty, unfulfilling. He would
rise, and he would speak, but there was a sense that he was wait i ng
for s om eth in g , as if his immortal tongue was knotted and could
only be loosened o nc e the pact was m ad e . The reality is th at , until
I releas ed my over whel mi ng desire and even need to s ubjugate him,
and in ste a d placed myself as his disciple, my e ars were not suffi­
ciently po i sed to receive the deep e r myste ri es of his demon ic power.
Stoop ed on one knee before the towering black figure, I pro­
cl a im e d , "Aza zel, I c ove n ant to take all that yo u will teach me, to

utilize it in my own As cent and material gain, and to m ake a writte n

record of my experiences with these te ach i n gs :'
Without a word, the d e mon vanish ed, le aving me wit h the
realization th at a half- as s e d p ro c lamation of the obvio us was n ot
considered, in his eyes, to be e qu ival e nt to a Demonic P a ct .

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 Mulling over the idea of making a sincere pact with Azazel,
I cycled through the various emotions and thoughts associated with
that. The whole thing was initially dismissed as a cheap and prac­
tically useless relic of medieval Catholic demonology, followed di­
reedy with the self-admonition to not follow this black rabbit too
deeply into its hole, lest I find myself an unwitting victim of de­
monic obsession.
Making a tacit pact, in full conscious mind, however, would
instead be a devotional Operation, a willing dive into the unknown.
The idea of a pact, which had at first seemed silly and spiritually
infantile, began to morph into a very sinister alliance. I had no rea­
son to trust Azazel, and I knew that in not simply writing a pact
with flashy, middle-English words, but in doing the internal work
of turning myself over to the demon, I was thrusting myself into
the inferno in hopes to discover where fire came from.
It was indeed this internal work that occurred over the fol­
lowing three days, as I considered not only the pact itself, but more
the implications of the pact.

Azazel, Grand Demon and Gatekeeper of the Infernal Empire;

I make and sign this covenant with you.

I covenant to submit myself to you, to turn my spiritual and

temporal welfare to your hands, and the hands of your
demons.

I covenant to obey your commands and follow your direc­

tions, in that you will lead me into Power and Glory. I
covenant to forsake all other gods, spirits, demons, or other
entities, to ally with you alone.

In return for this oath, you will grant me the most secret
knowledge ofyour power, and will leave nothing a mystery to
me.

You will surround me with yourfamiliars, to do my bidding,

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 until the time has come to raise my own demonic army.

You will instruct me in the knowledge and power to become

a Demonic King in my own right, withholding nothing that
would allow me the fullness of the power that you yourself
hold.

Further, in exchangefor this Pact, you and your Demons will

ensure the flow of prosperity and monetary wealth into my
life, which I may use for any purpose.

Azazel, in your name, and in the names of Belial, Abaddon,

and Amaymon, I call the Gates of the Infernal Empire to open
to me, and for this Pact with you to be accepted.

I signed the Pact, and passed it to the front of the Circle of

Pacts. Azazel's black hand touched the paper, and a glowing symbol
appeared thereon, a pentagram circled, and crossed with a V. Be­
neath this symbol appeared five characters, materializing on the
paper from right to left. I had no idea what the symbol was; but
the characters where most definitely the demon's signature.

Seal the Pact with your blood.

I took a dagger and sliced my palm, blood oozing from the

gash and falling upon the paper, beneath my signature. I pressed
my thumb into the spatter.
A laugh echoed from the black demon as his form dissi­
pated from before me.
The pact was accepted.

I traced over Azazel's otherworldly autograph, mainly for a

piece of personal memorabilia, and tucked the written pact away.

The demonic pact represents a turning of your whole wel­

fare over to the demon with which the pact is made, in return for a
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thing that could otherwise not be delivered. The pact is a symbol
for the western mind of complete submission to the demon. You
no longer try to subjugate.
Three days after entering this pact with Azazel, and that
demon having accepted my covenants, a business contract which
had for over a year provided my main financial support, fell
·
through. The specific contract locked me into less of a salary than
I could find elsewhere, but with what seemed to be guaranteed
longevity. Though monetary gain has always flowed to me, or is
pulled to me, through nonphysical means, I have nevertheless al­
ways maintained full-time work, both to keep my hands and mind
busy as well as to ensure that I can provide for myself and my child,
without negative fluctuation.
I had met with the company president only weeks previous,
as we often met to discuss the current direction of the company and
my role in its continued success. In that meeting, all was well and
indeed the company profits seemed to be accelerating.
The day following the signing of the pact, the secretary ap­
pointed to manage the clerical aspects of exclusively my tasks was
laid off. Two days after the pact, I was asked to double my efforts
in the following week to collect outstanding debts from existing
clients, and to "wrap up" their existing services. On the third day,
I met with Andrew, the acting president of the company.
"I don't like the writing on the walls;' I told him, without
much salutation. "Should I be worried? "
Andrew's lip quivered. "Yes. Yes, you probably should be:'
"Well, what's going on? " I prodded.
''I'm pulling all of my support out of this company, and
forming my own service:'
While he was the president of the company, Andrew was
not the owner. The owner, Andrew's good friend, had built the
business to a point of nearly guaranteed and automated continua­
tion, had turned the day-to-day operations over to Andrew, and
moved out of the country, content with a percentage of net profits.
Andrew was required to do very little else than pay subcontractors
to service existing contracts and continue utilizing the established
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marketing avenues to gain new contracts. For his minimal efforts,
he was able to afford two elaborate homes in affluent neighbor­
hoods, and several "company vehicles" for his personal use, on top
of a generous salary.
I don't blame anyone for pursuing their entrepreneurial
whims, for wanting to start something that is entirely theirs, but in
this particular case, it just didn't seem to make sense. The ethical
issues behind the whole scheme seemed to run contrary to An­
drew's personal morals as well.
As I probed with more questions, it seemed that although
the company was turning a healthy profit, and although there was
no reason to think that this would decline at any point in the future,
Andrew was intent on leaving the company, which would, due to
the lack of any financial or organizational support, disintegrate
within weeks.
In discussing the matter with another contractor, I discov­
ered that Andrew and the owner had had a "falling out" only days
before, coinciding with the moment of the signing of the pact.
Rather than accepting the even more generous offer from the owner
for full partnership in the company, Andrew was consumed with
spite. He immediately had his attorney draw up the paperwork to
form not only his own corporation, but one in direct competition
with the one that paid both his and my salaries. In the two weeks
remaining before he transferred his attention fully into his own cor­
poration, Andrew's revenge was taken into full unethical action by
recruiting nearly all of his friend's employees for his new company,
and signing service contracts with existing clients for his own busi­
ness, thereby guaranteeing the fatal starvation of the golden goose.
Through all of this, the only position that would not be
transferred to his new company was the one that I filled. The
needed equipment and service was more of an investment than he
was willing to put in. Confounded, I asked him for a letter of rec­
ommendation, which he delightfully wrote right away, and I left his
office, disheartened.
I knew that I had no reason to trust Azazel from the begin­
ning. I knew that placing my spiritual and mundane affairs in the
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hands of a demon was far from wis e but I honestly did not antici­
,

pate having my very lifeline pulled out from under me.

I s pe nt the following week contactin g every potential em­
ployer and contractor, to no avail. No one was hiring, and those
who were were swamped with candidates.
The Demonic Lords under Azazel were with me cons tantly ,

buzzing around me like a swarm of flies, busily wo rking on some­

thing that I co u ld not divine. I re-read my n otes on my evo cati on s
of Azazel and his conso rts as well as the pact, looking for some clue
,

as to what was happening.

" . . . in exchange for this Pact, you and your Demons will en­
sure the flow ofprosperity and monetary wealth into my life, whi ch I
may use for any purpose. "

The presence of one particular Dark Lord remained more

pronounced than the others. I could feel him with me, as if he
walked by my side, and could sense that the others of the swarm
obeyed his commands. At times, I could see his cloaked body out
of the corner of my eye. Whatever was happening in my life, he
was to blame.
I threw the Circle of Demonic Pacts onto the ground, which
had become the only mandala that I used to call upon the demons,
followed by two black candles at either side of me. I lit the coal
within the censor, and before it could turn red I began heap in g in­
,

cense resin onto it.

''Alash tad al-ash tal ashtu! " I spat into the empty air, repeat­
ing the chant agai n and again, pulling that demon towards me, into
this world from his S aturn i an nether-realm. ''Ant'harratu, stand
before me to answer my displeasure. Alash tad al-ash tal ashtu!"
The smoke flooding the room gathered before me, n ot in
the north, as Azazel always did, but before me and to my left, in the
northwestern corner. His black h oo d covered his eyes, but I could
se e the constant grin on his marble cold face, and c ou ld feel the
calm reeking from him.
"By the Pact made between Azazel and myself, you are to

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ensure the flow of prosperity into my life. Instead, you have taken
wealth away from me, and have left me with no way to provide for
myself' The demon stood silent, still smiling, still calm. "How do
you answer this?"
The demon paused, not to collect his thoughts, not to for­
mulate a response, but to allow me a moment of silence, so that his
words would not need to be repeated.

" You have not demanded prosperity. You have demanded the
flow of prosperity, and of monetary wealth. How can that
riverflow when you have placed a blockage therein ? We have
removed the one obstacle. "

My eyes darted left and right while I processed not only his
words, but the obvious potentialities behind them. If l had after all
set myself up as a pawn to be destroyed by Azazel and his armies,
this ploy to keep me sedated would make sense. What made more
sense, however, was the possibility that Ant'harratu was not trying
to deceive or placate me, but was instead being truthful. My busi­
ness contract was, in fact, quite an obstacle to any continued gain
in prosperity, but it was a welcomed one in its supposed certainty
of continuity.
"You will then provide another route of guaranteed fmancial
success?" I asked.

"This has already been done. Remember now this same Pact,
in which you covenant to turn your temporal welfare into Our
hands, and to forsake all other gods, demons, spirits, a ngels,
or powers. Do not break you r oath . "

The figure vanished, and as the smoke cleared from the

room, I realized the utter foolishness of such wording in the pact.
In order to continue this journey and to have delivered to me the
knowledge that I was sure only Azazel held, I would be forced to
trust Him and his demons entirely, as my oath bound me from
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using any of the other occult methods of summoning success that
had proven efficacious in the past.
I had played my hand, and Azazel had played his . All of our
chips and all of our cards were on the table.
I resolved to remain true to my oath, and prepared myself
for homelessness. I continued to do the physical work needed to
tlnd e mployment , and hoped with fingers crossed that I was not a
fool, nor a pawn, but that my origi nal hope that th rough Azazel I
would attain and obtain a good portion of what I so ught after was
not in vain.
Thirteen days following the signi ng of the pact with Azazel,
one day before my failing employment was to expire, I rec eived a
call from a potential employer, to whom I ha d submitted a resume
and portfolio at the onset of my crisis. The office manager asked
me to meet with her and with the company owner to discuss pos­
sible employment. Rather than meeting in their office, however,
they invited me for Saturday morning coffee in their home.
A young, st riking , blonde woman answered the door, Au­
tumn, co-owner and oftlce manager, only three or four years older
than I was. As I sat at their heavy, wooden dining room table, the
walls covered in picture frames and accessories that only a woman
could enliven a home with, and the scent of potpourri candles danc­
ing in the air, her husband - the company owner and operator -
joined us.
They both announced that they had already sifted through
hundreds of candi d ates , and had already chosen an applicant for
their position, but that an unknowable something had urged them
to speak w ith me before finalizing my competitor's career.
We discussed my backgroun d , history, personal life, and my
interest not only in their job offer, but in the industry itself, all with
an organ i c flow to the conversation, versus the usual inte rview ­
grilling that I had expected. The couple was you ng, ene rgetic , hu­
morous, and quite successful. The position that they were o ffering
was for a field assistant for Jason, as he was the only field technician
in his small business. He was a perfectionist, and therefore wasn't
going to trust the continued success of his business to multiple
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crews and mass production.
I told him that I'd agree to come on as his assistant, but that
I am, by nature, an ambitious person, and I wanted to know what
plans he had for me in the company's future.
Jason and Autumn looked at each other, his answer being
one that they had apparently spoken of in great length, and were
only now ve rbali z ing this to an outside party. "I want to train you
to take over my job. To run the company. If you're capable, I want
to hand over the day-to-day operations of the business, so that we
can pursue other business interests. If this works out, we could even
talk about a partnership in the companY:'
They had already chosen a candidate for the position. They
had already established the day and time for this other person to
begin work. But something else had intervened. The indiscernible
urge to meet with me condensed as we spoke into not only a job
offer, but a potential partnership.
The pair revealed to me the financial position of the com­
pany, which was quite lucrative, and hinted at the fact that, if i could
prove my ability to run the company, I could easily double my in­
come in two years, and triple it within five.
I left the meeting thirty minutes later employed, all obsta­
des removed.
In the months following, after beginning my work with this
new company, Jason told me that, although he still needed to teach
me how he pitches sales and closes deals, and how he services con­
tracts, that of the thirty or more candidates he had trained, I was
the first that he would trust his company with.
The tower crumbled, and then was rebuilt. I was looking
for a way to pay the bills. Azazel had greater plans for me, though.
He would not allow me to make a simple living, but insisted that I
elevate myself in every manner, especially financially.
I assumed that this was the fullness of Azazel's work in that
respect to the Pact. The money that I was making, and that would
continue to multiply, seemed grand indeed. I was content.
I am contented by such simple thin gs .

Azazel's vision of an Empire differed greatly from mine.

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 Before Azazel would release me from his service, he would
ensure that I would not carry his name without being a fit repre­
sentative of what real power looked like.
At the time of this present writing, I am engaged in five ex­
traordinarily lucrative projects. In none of them am I an employee.
One of these projects will make me a great amount of
money over the next two years, guaranteed.
Two of these projects will make a conservative amount of
money over a longer period, but they are also guaranteed.
The remaining two projects will take one to three years to
bring to mature fruition, after which point I will essentially retire
from the necessity to work for a living, at all.
All of this materialized, literally brought to my doorstep,
within weeks of signing the Pact. I did not seek these opportunities
out; they sought me out.
Azazel had a great task before Him, when He agreed to the
terms of the Pact. He was required to bring wealth to a person who
didn't care for it, and then He was to teach that person how to man­
ifest in the physical world sensory objects and physical delights for
which I was entirely indifferent.
He had to alter my perception of myself as a being in this
world, in order to show me my own capacity for greatness in this
world.
I had failed to define what my Empire would look like with­
out resorting to a vocabulary composed of grunts and whines, and
so He interjected His own vision, so that I could see what wealth,
fulfillment, accomplishment, and real and tangible power looked
like.
Although it may seem obvious that the demonic pact has
no place in the real study and application of the occult, and there­
fore ought to be dismissed outright, in adhering to Azazel's charge
to offer such a clear and distinct devotion to him and to his men­
torship, it was not only the pact that momentarily crumbled my fi­
nancial life, but it was the power of the pact that caught the falling
bricks just in time to erect a tower that could potentially reach to
the heavens, at least monetarily.
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 As I continued in my progress through Azazel's teachings,
it became increasingly clear that he was not simply teaching me the
same mystical escapism to which I had become accustomed, but
instead was guiding me into the step-by-step exaltation of every as­
pect of my life. Convergence was upon me, and the gateways
through which I had previously traveled to the other worlds would
instead be used to bring those other worlds and all of their treasures
to me.

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 CHAPTER FouR

GATEWAYS TODAMNATION

My assumptions concerning the destination, and indeed,

the Destiny of the human being have been mistaken. Perhaps "mis­
taken'' is too harsh a self judgment. My assumptions have been in­
complete.
It has been assumed, for thousands of years now, that man
is an independent thinking being who, by some mystery, has caught
a glimpse of an existence and a reality beyond his physicality, and
that he has since and still is struggling to transcend his body and
its limitations.
For quite some time, death seemed to be the great - and in
fact the only - method of transference of consciousness beyond this
plane. The idea of an afterlife, which is either more glorious or
more comfortable or more enduring or somehow better than the
physical world, provides at least a fantasy and a hope for the tran­
scendence of the human consciousness into a realm or a place
greater than the physical.
When the sorcerers and shamans learned that the finite
consciousness could be ej ected from the body, and even from the
brain, and possibly even expanded infinitely into all things, merging
with some amorphous unified spiritual field, the hope and the fan­
tasy was transformed and, it could be said, replaced with an active
process of spiritual Ascent - of conscious spiritual transmigration.
Even if such a transmigration of the soul occurred after the death
of the physical body, the end result was no longer seen as assured.
Instead, the deeds done in the flesh would dictate the state of glory
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received in the hereafter.
The more advanced shamans and prophets, however, rec­
ognized that the afterlife experience did not necessarily need to
occur after life, but could be beheld and participated in during life
through methods as diverse as prayer and revelation, the use of en­
theogenic plants and compounds, sexual orgy, sensory deprivation,
and prolonged meditation.
By whatever means, in learning how to actively activate the
projection of the finite mind into infinite states of awareness, a
whole mythology formed as to the nature of the spiritual realm, di­
viding what had until that point been considered "the spirit world"
into various degrees or depths of penetration, now often segregated
into planes, such as the astral plane, the mental plane, the ethereal
plane, and so on.
My entire approach to the world of spirituality has been
centered around two fundamental practices, without which I be­
lieved that the whole process of spiritual development stagnates.
Those two cornerstone spiritual practices are the evocation of ex­
ternal consciousnesses and the translocation of one's own con ­
sciousness. This can be clarified even further by stating that the
process of spiritual development is two-fold: the projection of the
self into the worlds of spirit; and the reverse flow of bringing the
powers and intelligences within those worlds into this one. I have
termed the former "Ascent;' and the latter, "Convergence:'
My faulty assumption has been the same erroneous suppo­
sition made for millennia: that the human state is imperfect and
needs to be transcended, and even escaped from, into those more
perfect worlds beyond.
Through my own active transmigration through the worlds
of spirit, my individual form gradually dissolving into an Eternal
Mind and omnipresent locus, when I had reached the point of com­
plete unification with the Eternal, momentarily possessing in a con­
scious way the attributes of omnipotence, omnipresence, and
omniscience, I declared that this is the natural state of man.

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 From my most recent work, Ipsissimus:

"In fact, it is not the consciousness which is expanded,

being the awareness of the self as a microcosm in relation
to the greater macrocosm, but instead it is the identity of
the spiritual self that needs to be expanded. In that expan­
sion, however, in the states of omnipresence, omnipotence,
and omniscience, the individual comes to the stark realiza­
tion that there is no individual soul, there is no "spiritual
self" to be expanded, but that such is a very solid metaphor
used as a tool to enter into the awareness of the boundless­
ness of all things. If you can expand yourself into every­
thing, in all places at once, what is being expanded, and did
it ever exist in a minute form? This is all Maya, a trick we
play on ourselves, to believe that we are separate from that
which surrounds us, and therefore necessitates our entrance
into those objects, spaces, and psyches.

With repetition, it is realized without exception that you

are not entering into objects apart from yourself, nor are
you expanding into an endless space outside, but that you
are transferring your awareness into another part of your
own Eternal body:'1

Evolution, whether genetic, social, spiritual, or in any other

form and incarnation, seems to be a law with as much solidity as
gravity.
The incompleteness of my assumptions began with the sup­
posed realization that the process of Ascent, of the active transmi­
gration of the soul while still incarnated in a finite form, is in itself
an evolutionary process. If we are inherently and fundamentally
Eternal beings, naturally possessing the latent faculty of entering
states of omnipresence, omniscience, and omnipotence, then sim­
ply activating that dormant aspect of ourselves is not evolution at
all, any more than a cripple regaining use of his legs is evolution.

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 I consciously and actively began this process of Ascent
when I was twelve years old. At the writing of this book, I am thirty.
For eighteen years I have not been working towards spiritual evo­
lution, as I had arrogantly presumed. Instead, I have only been
learning to use those parts of my own being which have, through
millennia of atrophy, become crippled.
And only now, at this juncture, when I find the whole of my
life devoted to the most foul demon, doe s actual evolution b egin .
Azaze\ carried my vision away from my living room, from
the Circle of Pacts laid out on the floor, from the candlelight and
the gyrating shadows. He carried my vision outside of this planet,
but not far, the short journey ending in front of the ringed planet
Saturn.

" The Infernal Empire can be accessed through the moon in

the dark ring of Saturn."

The voice, which did not originate from a form, silenced, and my
opened eyes stared no longer at that planet, but at my living room
walls once again.
I had long understood that Saturn, under the name Binah,
is recognized as one of the four gateways beyond the realm of
causality into a realm of chaos.
The enormous rings of Saturn possess within them a dark
ring, known as Cassini's Division, which is thought to have been
formed by the gravitational displacement of the ring pattern by the
moon Mimas. It was this moon, a moon capable of disrupting the
harmony of Saturn's flowing rings, that Azazel pointed to as a gate­
way into the Infernal Empire.
On questioning Ant'harratu on this gateway, that demon
seeming to have become my constant invisible companion, he de­
livered five more "gateways" to be inscribed.

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 Ant'harratu showed me the first gateway, calling it, "The
Gateway of Pacts:' It is to be drawn on the ground around the Op­
erator, to make additional pacts with the Demonic King, or to be
used in place of a Triangle of Manifestation, placed outside of the
Circle, into which the summoned demon will materialize. A red
candle is to be placed between each "verse" within the circles.
The inscriptions on the first gateway form the Grand Invo­
cation of the Pact: ''Alash tad al-ash tal ashtu." The utterance of the
Invocation, or the inscribing of its characters conjures the fullest
obedience to the Pact, by the demons and by the maker of the Pact.
The characters had been shown to me nearly a decade be­
fore, as I transcribed the grimoire, Kingdoms of Flame as that book
was delivered to me by the mouths of the spirits within its pages.
Until this moment, in taking this information from similar
alien and demonic sources, I have had no phonetic pronunciation
for the characters, but understood them simply to be a written yet
unspeakable language. Now, in only whispering the words, new
levels of their power have been unveiled.
I have also seen this exact seal, drawn above, as I have trav­
eled away from my body and into the Infernal Empire, to that shad­
owed den where Azazel sits on his obsidian throne, the seal glowing
in iridescent azure to his left side.

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 This second gate is to be placed upon any object in order to
connect it to Azazel's legions, as a type of consecration of that ob­
ject. Demonic legions and spiritual darkness will then surround
the consecrated object and will flow through it.

The third gateway is to be inscribed upon a wall, in chalk

or some other non-permanent medium. It connects the Operator
to the specific realm of the ''Anatel;' or Demonic Warriors.
When I questioned Ant'harratu more on the Anatel, I was
told to be patient, and all would be delivered to me.

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The fourth gateway is to be drawn upon a wall, to call forth

the "Retztael;' or Demonic Priests.

The fifth and final gateway that Ant'harratu showed me is

to be drawn in the same manner as the previous two, to call upon
the "Malkash;' or Demonic Informers.

From the moment that the world of the occult became real
for me, when I began to study the actual application of the mysteries
of religion, I came across inscriptions of gates that could lead the
individual beyond this plane of flesh and substance and into higher
degrees of glory. Learning to leave my body and float through the
ethereal worlds was fine, but having a gateway through which I
could project myself to one exact spot tempted to deliver all of the
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secrets of power to me. The Black Magician within me licked his
lips and prepared to soar.
An abandoned racquetball court sitting on the same lot as
one of the county's oldest and most unused cemeteries, the same
dilapidated structure in which I had performed numerous night­
time evocations seemed perfect for this experiment.
With a fistful of chalk grabbed from a bag of my basic ritual
implements, I insc r ib ed the first gateway on the ground, large
enough for me to stand within it. I passed over the second gateway,
as it seemed more functional than the others, and instead drew the
last three gateways on the walls around me.
I stood, to view the circle beneath me, and slowly turning
as if on an axis, I let my eyes unfocus, and I looked through the chalk
lines, through the written characters, my mind falling and falling
deeper into them. I whispered the words, ''Alash tad al- ash tal
ashtu:'
My consciousness descended into the thetan trance, and
turned quickly towards the spiritual rapture that ruptures all
boundaries. The floor dropped out from beneath me, and my b ody
fell to the concrete ground. Before my skin could smack the cold
surface, I found myself again before Azazel. He sat on a throne
composed of living obsidian, moving like molten shadow, slither­
ing. His body was neither the black satyr nor the monstrous raven,
but a coalesced darkness with eyes like burning sapphire, staring
into nothingness as if contemplating how to influence the next
thousand years, staring into a distant vision of his unfolding plan.
Above his head swarmed his Legions, not in bodies as they appear
when summoned, but as a spiraling, living smoke circling their
Master.
Within seconds , I was ejected from His presence, back into
my body. Catching my breath as if I had not inhaled once while I
was gone, I rubbed my arms, noticing new scrapes I had gotten
when my body had slumped to the concrete ground.

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 I focused my vision on the thi rd g ate way. As the lines
flashed and the images faded and re app e ared in three gl owing di­
me n si o ns , the wall upon which the seal was drawn de comp o s ed,
the molecules spreading farth e r apart, the sp ac es between the elec­
trons and the nucle us of every atom widen ing . A do o rway ap­
peared, and I stepp ed thro ugh it.
A des e rt awaited me on the other side of th e gateway, the
cracked and barren black earth holding a sea of demons, vicious
and fanged and des p erate to attack, to pour thro ugh the gateway to
my side of it, to this e arth and th is realm, to file thro ugh that open
do or way.
A blu e glow c aug ht my attent io n to my left, and wh e n I
l o o ke d down I saw on the ground beside me the seal of the first
gateway, wh i ch was also inscribed next to Azazel's throne. I could
sense that the seal of the Pact would not only protect me from the
hid eou s army, but could also allow me to c omman d thos e ter rifying
legion s. The shini ng doorway clo s ed as I retu rned again to my b ody.
I looked upon the fourth gat e way drawn on the concrete
wall, g a zing into it, beyond the lines, beyond the concrete, an d th at
do o rway opened. Stepping throu gh the door led me to an a nc i e nt
temple, the h igh, stone w alls drip ping with some sort of phosp ho ­
rescent moisture, the condensation o o zi ng throu gh the astral mor­
tar. The soun d of drawn-out chant ing surrounded me, s in gle
syllables n ot se par ated by the ne ed for the cantor to catch his breath
between them. As I moved through the empty, sto ne h a l lway, the
volume of the sound did not fade nor did it in c rease, as if the walls
themselves were si ngi n g the endless mantra .
My steps led me to an o pe n chamber where cloaked figures
moved slowly about, carrying small, metal b oxe s and shimmering
orbs, none of them speaking to one ano the r b ut seem in g to be
working c o ope ratively on some task. I re c o gn ized one of the figures
as A nt 'h arr at u, and in the moment of this re c o g ni ti o n , his stare
turned to me. I open ed my eyes , back in my b o dy, without ever hav­
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 The final gateway opened as I gazed into it. Rather than
being greeted by specters or forms or any sort of structure, I found
myself in an anomalous haze of colored smoked moving around
me, not drifting freely but pushing itself to and fro, a thousand
whispers carried between the passing of the plumes of smoke.
When I returned for the last time to my body, I was not
alone. A demon was there waiting for me. I could sense him, but
could not see him, as I had performed no evocation, I had lit no in­
cense smoke to bring him into form. Nevertheless, something had
followed me back through one of the gateways.
I knelt within the seal of the Pact, retrieved my censor from
my bag and lit one of the round coals, watching the salt peter within
it spark and the black surface of the coal turn to a glowing red. Set­
ting a shard of copal resin on the hot coal, the area instantly filled
with sweet smoke. Before the haunting demon could materialize
in it at my command and the push of my will, however, I saw that
it was Ant'harratu.
Pressure built around my ears, a unique sort of pressure that
I have only experienced when a voice from the other side penetrates
into this world. I focused my mind to make out the words.

" You have become obsessed with escaping this world, escaping
your body, flying awayfrom it instead of embracing the flesh,"
the demon taunted. "When this world is miserable, when
you see the misery around you, rather than acting as a God
would act, rather than commanding the tempest to cease, you
instead flee. This is the final incarnation, the world into
which you haveforced yourself, yet rather than fulfilling your
purpose here - which is to become a god in this, the only
realm where that is possible - you instead struggle to leave
this world and disappear into that infinite nothingness, the
omnipresent quandary from which you descended. This
world, this life of yours, is the next phase of your existence.
Eternity is not a cycle, but is an ever-constant expansion of
the self. Now that you have achieved both the realization of
your infinitude, and the singularity-state of the physical body,
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From there, the demon's words blurred as a growing trans­

figuration gripped me. Rather than having a conversation on this
plane between two beings, a merger between minds occurred. In
the same moment as Ant'harratu had traveled here, I found myself
also with him in that forsaken temple beyond this world, in the In­
fernal Empire. I found myself at the Crossroads between the
worlds, and words became impotent to convey meaning. Instead,
I received information, the extent of which has taken me quite some
time to sort through and to make any logical sense of.
I saw that the essence which is so often called the human
"soul" has not migrated to these physical bodies by some quantum
energetic displacement, but through a great deal of active force. The
omnipotent and limitless power and intelligence that dwells within
us has pushed its way into these bodies - has infused itself within
our cells and our genes.
While I have thought all along that we are human beings
struggling to become Gods, in actuality we are Gods who have
struggled to become human beings. The work that lies before us,
now, is to take dominion over this realm, to make perfect and lim­
itless even this most course and barren physical state.
"Why have you given me these gateways, then, if I am not
to travel through them? " I asked my otherworldly guide.

"Have you not considered that perhaps there is a work at

hand which transcends you and your desire to see into the
Mysteries? Have you considered that perhaps it is the work
of the Mysteries to understand you? Because you desire so
strongly to travel into Our world, it is difficult for you to un­
derstand how fierce our desire is to travel into Yours. The
mystery does not lie inwards, in that from which all things
came, but instead the mystery lies outwards, in that which
has become."

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I o pened the gateways once again, and my intention alone reversed
the flow of the energy thro ugh it. Rather than being pulled into the
gateway, the imm ense power of the demonic realm was pulled to­
wards me, that forsaken room becoming the vortex of a raging as­
tral storm.
All that I had seen when I h ad traveled th rough the gate­
ways into the other worlds came then pouring through the vortexes
as I opened them. Demonic armies filled city blocks, even archi­
tectural structures materializing around me in as solid a form as
any a stral obj e ct could.
The gloried Empire, on earth as it is in Hell.

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 CHAPTER FIVE

THE KEYS OF CoNSTRAINT

Evocation is the grand key to god ho od . It is an O p e rat i on

which s erve s as an outline for the creation and destruction of all
th ings , an infinite universe exp anded from one finite point.
Azazel had made it clear to me that he, as an entity that ca n
be summoned and which b ri ngs with him a very speci fic sort of
power and knowledge, is not in any objec tive way "real:' Such state­
ments issued by that fiend have always been followed by making
clear that neither am I real, other than through my own observation
of myselt:
"Reality;' then, as defined by this c reatu re , is d e ter m i ne d
only by the observation or observability of the thing. In the mo­
ment of observation, that which is ob s erved enters into known re­
ality.
Schrodinger's cat may be both alive and dead to th e ob­
server before he opens the box, but to someone unaware of the ex­
periment, the cat does not exist at all until the box is opened. In
that moment, the cat is evoked into be i n g, both ret roactively, for
the time it may have been in the box, unknown, and for the future
in the memory of the "Evocator:'
Through evocation that which is in no quanti fiable way real,
but in s tead resides wholly in the realm of the imagin ati o n , can be
brought forth into materialization before the five s ens e s , and can
produce results in the physical world which are quite quantifiable.
Evocation is the antitransmigrational format. And the jour­
ney towards go dh o o d begins in earnest through evoking the legions
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gence can tear down the walls of singular consciousness and allow
the Evocator to peer into his own limitless potential as aptly as the
demonic.
Simply possessing the sigils, names, and attributes of the
demons are not quite enough to be able to call on them; neither is
any limerick infused with references to Satan, Darkness, or other
night-time mental memorabilia ..
The power of evocation is an invisible power, which is able
to produce visible and quite tangible results. The candles and con­
jurations are all methods of stimulating the internal powersource
into unlimited generation, and of stimulating the immediate envi­
ronment, setting aflame the inert spiritual molecules in the room
in order to house the fiend that will certainly rise.
The elementary principles of evocation1 stand, and are to
be applied here, to the Infernal Realm, to the demons that will be
summoned.

PREPARATORY IMMERSION

The subjective synthesis, which is the integration or full in­

sertion of the individual into the system and paradigm in which he
will operate, is essential to his ability to summon forth an unreal
entity from the depths of universal imagination into objective and
observable reality.
In modern times, with worldwide information as accessible
as mouse clicks and button presses, such a preparatory immersion
into the realm of the spirit is most often and most easily conducted
through intellectual identification with the system, through a sort
of mental immersion, prolonged as to blur the barrier between the
real and the imagined.
If the intellect can be bypassed altogether by carving a direct
route into the imagination, an undisturbed path beyond ordinary
observation will allow the Operator to descend, without limitation,

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into a world where mystery and miracle are made manifest.
An exponentially self-multiplying process begins, as my
own process began with Azazel: an initial evocation of the demon
momentarily solidifies its reality in your observation; subsequent
evocations of that same demon further substantiate its place in this
altered reality, causing the observed reality to be superimposed
upon the previously accepted reality; and finally, through a sort of
immersion that can only be described as fanatical, the self-created,
superimposed reality becomes the dominant observation - the
demon summoned forth from universal imagination becomes a
more solid observation than the physical world in which the oper­
ator exists daily.
The Pact cannot be made with any degree of seriousness
until this final stage of disidentification with impossibilities is
reached. Once such a fanatical stage is reached, however, the Pact
is the only possible option.
No greater immersion into the world of impossibility ex-
ists.

THE USE OR DEVELOPMENT OF A

WORKING SYSTEM

Somewhere along mankind's spiritual evolution, we discov­

ered specific, syntactical methods by which invisible or even imag­
inary forces can play upon this three dimensional realm, to often
alarming degrees. A two-way bridge was then drawn between the
"spiritual" and the "physical;' or otherwise between the imaginative
and the real, allowing that which is physical to pass into the spiri �
tual, and that which is spiritual to effect the physical.
As we near the fast approaching next evolutionary jump,
the boundaries between the two are dissolving. Indeed, within
short time, we will see that there is no difference between the imag­
ined and the real, or the spiritual and the physical. The closer in
time that we draw towards this singularity, the less mysterious any

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of it seems. The spiritual systems which have guided our evolution
thus far do indeed work, they do indeed produce results if followed
properly and with proper intent. This is no longer a mystery. The
mystery that remains, however, is why it works at all. Could we not
simply imagine that whatever nonsense we concoct would possess
the same power as the kabala or tantra or prayer, and because we
are operating in a realm of the imaginative anyways, such nonsense
would be as efficacious as any of these other, established systems of
nonphysical operation?
We are all born into not only bodies of flesh and a world of
substance, but also into a medium of shared memory and observa­
tion. We are all quite telepathic, although our telepathy operates
very covertly, as to not disturb our consciously operating minds too
much. The environment possesses far too much information to sort
through consciously while still functioning as an objective organ­
ism, and so as soon as our brains begin to receive and transmit data,
they synchronize their discriminatory processes to the collective
mind, learning what observations are commonly discarded and
which are commonly accepted and acted upon.
As the brain and body develop, these discriminations are in
effect hardwired into the hardware. A sort of psychic entanglement
has taken place, where the system no longer needs to search for ac­
ceptable rejection or acceptance points for information, but the
order of operations runs automatically.
The crack in the veneer of common observation, the entry
point for the Spiritual Traveler, is in the very social paradigm which
seems to obfuscate real spiritual development. In the western cul­
ture, it is not acceptable to consider that by merely bringing into
full observation an altered course of events, past or future, that ob­
servable reality will realign with that observation. It is acceptable,
however, for a person to recognize that intense and faithful prayer
can cause illness to dissipate, or can bring opportunities that may
otherwise be out of reach. In certain western subcultures, it is ac­
cepted that through ritual, often of the hermetic sort, life's circum­
stances can be altered in sometimes amazing ways.
In places like Haiti and the Congo, a black priest can point
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his finger at a victim, pronounce a single syllable, and the victim
will fall to his death instantly. Or by touching a certain stone that
has been enchanted, a grapefruit-sized tumor can develop within
hours. This is accepted as very real in these places, and indeed such
practices and their results are quite well known, while in the United
States such claims are barely graced with a scoff.
What is of real interest, however, is not only that the efficacy
of such nonphysical interactions is accepted or not, but that the
whole potency of the action is greatly diminished outside of the re­
gions in which they are accepted. Despite the claims of most re­
searchers into this phenomenon, this has very little to do with
psychological self-sabotage by natives of those regions, but is in­
stead reliant on the natural and intrinsic immersion of the individ­
ual into a very specific imaginative or consciousness subset.
In the middle part of the last century, it was popular for
those seeking spiritual enlightenment to travel to India and seek
out a guru there who could teach them. Even though the Vedic
knowledge is accessible in the west, and even though many Hindu
gurus have relocated to the United States, it was understood that
real enlightenment in that system could not occur unless the seeker
immersed himself fully in Hindu life. Similarly, it is understood
that in order to be initiated into Haitian Vodoun, one needs to travel
to Haiti, spend a certain amount of time on the island, and be ini­
tiated into the religion there. Such pilgrimages are common in a
variety of religious and mystical paths, and signify more than simple
devotion and sacrifice to the religion, but involve a process of im­
mersion into the system, and surrounding oneself with the devotees
of the religion. This allows for a resynchronization with a new col­
lective observation.
What this all comes to is that, because of the limitations im­
posed by yourself on yourself, in order to penetrate into the Mys­
tery, a reliance on that which is established in your own culture as
effective is required. Alternatively, the adoption of another culture
and system is also effective.
Eventually, you can indeed simply alter your observation of
anything whatsoever, and thereby cause a dramatic shift in reality,
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without any prolonged ritual or observation or formality of any
sort. At such a point, you may then imprint the imaginative
medium with any idea that you desire, and such an imprint will
glisten with all of the power of the ancient spiritual secrets. There
is a ladder that must be climbed out of the collective observation
and into true liberation, however.

ATTAINMENT OF OMNIPOTENCE

Humans are multidimensional entit i es , existing in twenty­

four dimens ional hyperspace, yet normally only experiencing four
of these dimensions on a conscious level, those of height, depth,
width, and time. The fifth dimension of Consciousness is experi­
enced at a less cons ci ous level, until deeper mystical states are
achieved in which the consc i ous n ess of all things is realized , con­
sciously.
During sleep, med itation , ritual, and prayer, as many as
eight dimensions may be experienced at one time. In the most ec­
static states of Soul Travel, when ego identity is dissolved and form
and formless unite, twelve dimensions can be briefly experienced.
In such a state, however, relative time is elongated, causing mere
milliseconds to be experienced as minutes, hours, or even days.
In order to evoke an entity into four-dimensional material­
ization, simple four-dimensional models of action and interaction
are not su fficient . The Evocator is not summoning an entity from
another realm as much as he or she is su m moning existence as a
whole to alter entirely enough to allow such an imp ossibility to be­
come present. It is his task, then, to create a new world, a world
wherein gods and spirits commune with mortals, and then to re­
place the former world with the one of his creation.
The issue of "attaining omnipotence" is less of actively
working towards such a state, but instead is a relinquishing of the
four-dimensional consciousness to the rapture of the ritual. As the
theta-gamma sync is triggered and the worlds begin to collide, a

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peculiar sort of mental fugue and exhaustion sets in. From my
work on the subject of evocation, Evoking Eternity:

"It is also at this point in the ritual of evocation that light­

headedness, physical exhaustion, and general weariness will
begin to manifest. At first, the Evocator will fear that he
does not possess the natural stamina to complete the ritual,
or will be hounded by the anxiety that in such a state he will
not be able to wrestle with the spirit for control. . . The state
of weakness can be more appropriately called a state of rap­
ture. The body is being transfigured, prepared by a power
that is beyond the flesh to see and hear that which is also
beyond the flesh. The mild exhaustion which you feel at
this point early on in the ritual will increase as the ritual
progresses and as the spirit moves closer to materialization
within the Triangle. Do not fight it, as in doing so you will
be fighting the very thing which will lift you from your
dying state into one of Godly power, but instead give into
the exhaustion. Allow it to overwhelm you. As the ritual
moves forward and the rapture grows more fervent, you
may begin to feel as if you are near complete conscious col­
lapse and will faint at any moment. You must walk the line
between the blackness of unconsciousness and the willed
command over your own body, giving up your will to do
anything at all but to remain alert. If your knees are locked,
unlock them and loosen your stance. Control your breath,
focus your mind, and continue the ritual:'2

SUBSTANTIAL CONTACT

A large part of the modern evocation ritual attempts to ful­

fill this single elementary principle of gaining and maintaining sub­
stantial contact with the spirit to be materialized. Some occultists
will meditate upon the sigil of the spirit to be called and will recite

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incantations to bring it forth. Some Operators spend hours con­
cocting various oils and incenses specific to the astrological attri­
butions of the spirit. The practice of dressing wholly in the
planetary colors of the spirit for days preceding the ritual is com­
mon, as are daily devotions to the spirit, sphere, or godform asso­
ciated with the spirit. Despite the most fervent assertions that
these practices in their own right bring the spirit into materializa­
tion, in actuality they only serve to create a substantial psychic con­
tact between the Evocator and the evoked.
The assertion made by Azazel and even more by Ant'har­
ratu is that, in the very act of reading this text, of becoming aware
of the evil spirits whose names are given in this text, and in the un­
veiling to your mind the secrets of the Infernal Empire, its invisible
hosts move nearer to you, the reader, the Seeker, and indeed these
demons begin to make substantial contact with you. Their materi­
alization in your ritual chamber and in your life is almost guaran­
teed, as you will sense their presence and will soon be able to scan
the following pages and call their names and they will rise in forms
and bodies which you can behold.
Sigils for the demons will be given in following chapters,
which can be used to establish the vital link to the demon, along
with its name. The Summoning Rite given later in this text, when
performed, will provide the necessary substantial contact to facili­
tate the full materialization of the demon.

INCANTATION

Certain sounds that can only be made with the human vocal
apparatus seem to put into motion immediate and substantial shifts
in the environment, in the being of the Operator, and in existence
as a whole. Unfortunately for adherents to the system of the tradi­
tional grimoires in which the conjurations used to summon a spirit
exhaust up to a half an hour, such transformative and transfigura­
tive orations most often consist of only one or a few syllables, the

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intonation and repetition of which alter the whole of existence in
accordance with the inherent intent of the mantra.
The License to Appear, the constraints, the bindings and the
commands that are given to the spirit once it stands before you are
primarily for the benefit of getting straight in your own mind that
which you wish to achieve through such an Operation. The spirit
that you have materialized into this reality does not speak English,
or any other language, but ideas seem to muddle and mesh in the
mind until they are spoken aloud or committed to writing.
Even such a simple command as "Rise before me, foul fiend
of the inferno:' clarifies the otherwise ephemeral desire for the spirit
to materialize.
Rather than going on for thirty minutes in a memorized
conjuration - or worse yet, reading one aloud from a book, pocket­
sized flashlight in hand I recommend utilizing the demonic
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tongue given in this text, which consists of only a few interesting

and alienic words. Along with this, the Operator would do well to
write a single sentence declaring that the spirit rise, the whole of
which is to be repeated again and again, as the mind falls through
rings of reality, the chant circling back on itself like the Ouroboros
serpent, the frenzy and fanatic recitation driving the consciousness
deeper than the flesh and the soil, into the crossroads between the
worlds where Evocator and evoked may meet.

COMMUNICATION

If my concern here was for an impressive page-count, this

single principle could fulfill that need, with thousands of exercises
and hundreds of pages to guide the reader towards the full awak­
ening of his or her spiritual faculties. Perhaps unfortunately, my
goal instead is to deliver information in its purest form.
The whole Operation of evocation, and all of the necessary
force and power exercised to facilitate the materialization of the
spirit ought naturally to set the Evocator upon those Crossroads,
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 in the gap between the physical and the spiritual, between the world
that was and the world that is being created, wherein the Operator
· will witness the demon rising from the smoke of the incense or the
steam of fresh blood, or from the vital effluvia of the earth and its
microscopic inhabitants.
If you have sufficiently given yourselfover to the Operation,
if you have abandoned all reason and have dived madly into the
depths of limitless possibility, the need to try to behold the demon
will become abrogate.
The form that the demon takes on when it rises is exactly
that: a form that it takes on. We would be naive to imagine that in
reality an entity existing beyond the physical world and before the
formation of the universes would possess legs and arms and a face
much like ours, would stand upright, and would naturally commu­
nicate vocally, and in English nonetheless!
The body that the demon materializes is the body that we
have materialized for it, that we have imposed upon it, based not
on our expectations or any sort of conscious desire, but on a more
atavistic, pantheonic remembrance.
Whether Tung's archetypes and the underlying collective
unconsciousness is to credit for these exact forms, or if there is
some even more subtle transfer of information that is being engaged
in, is really just semantics.
The demon is given form by the ritual of evocation, and
such a form is dictated by processes running as an undercurrent in
the human consciousness.
Although the word "communication'' almost instantly
makes us think of the more conscious and active type of commu­
nication that we mortals use to convey ideas to one another involv­
ing sounds that we make with our mouths, all of the senses are in
fact involved in the process of communication. Wearing certain
colors and clothing patterns, splashing cologne on our pulses,
preparing certain foods and drinks, using appropriate and possibly
suggestive physical touch, and adj usting the tone, tempo, and con­
text of our words while on a date with the opposite sex is a very
conscious attempt to communicate some very specific pieces of in-

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formation about ourselves, all without saying, "I am a suitable sex-
ual partner."
Azazel materializing before me as an ebon satyr with taught
muscles communicated a great deal to me about him, and about his
purpose on my path. Just as the woman across the table from me
will smell the savory cologne, appreciate my stylish apparel and my
personal grooming, will gasp at the dish that I've prepared for her,
and will feel at ease with the tone of my voice, not often does the
thought enter her mind with any conscious clarity, "He would be a
suitable sexual partner!" The communication is taking place at a
much more subtle level, into which language is inept to penetrate.
Alas, we mere mortals do often need the obvious spelled
out for us, and so eventually the demon will speak, answering our
demands or imparting their guidance through words. These words
will initially enter the mind as in a sort of telepathic, near- instan­
taneous response. Although the "voice in our heads" will sound
quite different from our usual internal monologue, and the words
and their syntax will differ sometimes dramatically from our own,
the primary imp ul se is to disregard the spirit's speech as an imagi­
native phenomenon, and press the demon again to answer us.
All of this is imaginative. We are using the imagination to
bring into this four-dimensional reality an entity which, by all
measurement, existed previously only within the imagination. Like
the whole matter of evocation, though, the demon, its form, its
voice, and its power is impotent and useless when trapped inside
of the imagination, and so it must be released. A body must be cre­
ated from virtual nothingness before us, and a voice must be made
to echo independent of our expectations and internal imagination.
That which was fantasy must be born into reality.
The demon does not rise in a beholdable body by the force
of our wondering when it will rise, but instead a rift in assumed re­
ality is made when, through the various stages of the Operation it­
self, the materialization becomes an inevitability. Likewise, the
demon's vo ice will not boom in our ears by dismissing the telepathic
communications. Instead, by accepting the automatic oral projec­
tions into our conscious minds, the ears will soon ache and seek to
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shut out the thunderous voices of the dissonant choirs of the de­
monic denizens.
Only by giving yourself over to the Operation and to the
Rapture completely will you attain Mastery over it.

ISSUING A TASK

Evocation of any spirit into physical materialization is in­

deed the template of pure creation of something out of nothing.
You must already be God to be able to perform such a task. Do not,
therefore, attempt to approach the matter as a sniveling adolescent
wondering, "Will it work?" Failure with a thousand faces will assail
you.
I am not concerned that you use your power wisely, or that
you use your power for the good of this ideology or that presump­
tion. I do insist, however, that you do use your power. Rend the
veil between the worlds and build empires upon the earth, for
money, sex, love, family, country, pride, altruism, or any other rea­
son . . . but do have a reason.
Evocation is the template of creation, and if you evoke with
the intention of nothing, then indeed nothing is what you will cre­
ate.

DISMISSAL

All the while, throughout the preparation for the ritual of

evocation and during it, you have not only been in the process of
defining and creating the form and manifestation of the demon,
but you have also been defining and creating a new reality, a new
world more suitable to your specific needs.
With a mighty exhalation, like Brahma let that new world
flow out from you.
"Go now, and bring to pass that which I have commanded;'

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is your declaration of the creation of your new world. With that
single statement, let the demon go out into the void to lift up the
firmament of your world, and likewise let your desires, your
thoughts, and your attachments to your creation go. In the moment
that the shockwave of desire leaves you, that which you have previ­
ously desired will be delivered.

PSYCHOLOGICAL RETRACTION

Many occult systems would call this principle "grounding:'

Immediately after giving the final command to depart, blow out the
candles, smother the incense, and make yourself a sandwich.
Do something that will remove your thoughts from the ritual, from
the crossroads between the worlds, and will place you again in
mundane "reality;' allowing the collective observation of reality to
merge with the new reality that you have just created, without the
interference of your continued thoughts, emotions and attachments
to it!

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 CHAPTER SIX

THE GRIMOIRE OF LEGIONS

Azazel commands two hundred legions of spirits. To pro­

vide a comparison, the Goetia lists the demonic King Beleth as
commanding eighty-five legions, Asmoday commanding seventy­
two legions, and the mighty King Belial commanding eighty le­
gions. Paimon is the only Demonic King who commands legions
in the hundreds; he also is in command of two-hundred legions of
infernal spirits. 1
Ancient philosophers assumed that all matter was com­
posed of the five elements of fire, water, earth, air, and spirit, only
to be later broken down into an elementary table of one hundred
and seventeen elements, a number that rises with new discoveries
of even more minute or rare, or even synthetic elements. Likewise,
the grimoires detail demons such as Beleth, Belial, and Azazel as
legionnaires in the Infernal Empire, detailing their attributes and
powers, yet do not inspect more closely those who serve such Kings,
as their powers produce the miraculous and their attributes are as
unique as their superiors.
Considering the "inferior hierarchy" beneath a demon, the
imagery of imps and sylphs bounding around the throne of the De­
monic Master far from prompts the Operator to put his trust in
these lesser creatures. Why not go to the Dark Lords themselves?
Often, when a demon, or any spiritual entity for that matter,
is evoked and issued a task, the Summoned will leave a number of
its familiars with the Operator, or the target of the ritual, to work

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day and night on its success. The Summoned simply relays the in­
formation to the descending hierarc hy, and returns to the abyss
until called once more.
What is interesti ng about the legions under Azazel, how­
ever, and what sets them apart from t he aforementioned imps
under the command of most grimoired demons, is that those who
Azazel commands are not demonic at all, at least not in the tradi­
tional sense of the word. Azazel is a unique sort of ent ity, a free
agent roaming the Infernal Empire, a devil of the wilderness. The
legions beneath him obey only him, and possess the same silent in­
subordination to the plan s of gods or hopeful tyrants. His legions
are filled with demons far more impressive than Fates, Familiars,
Nightmares, Black Angels, Watchers, Succubae, and Incubi .
Azazel commands two-hundred legions.

Each of my legions is commanded by a Nether. You can call

this a Dark Lord or a Demon Lord. They are more powerful
than most any other demon you will ever encounter.

Beneath the Nethers are nine Dukes, each with an army of

2, 000.

Knowing that these figure s do not equate with the tradi­

tional definition of a "legion:' I prompted the Demon further.

The term "legion" was used because the prophets who saw our
numbers could in no other way describe them. If we assumed
physical form, and if we all stood up at once, we would
blacken your sun with our numbers on this earth

You will command as many.

Azazel revealed more con cerning his legi ons , lifting me out
of the Circle of Demonic Pacts and into the Infernal Empire, where
I could see his armies gathered, lying in wait and standing at the
gates, ready to pour into this world.
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 Once I had done the math and had checked it thrice, arriv­
ing at the conclusion that Azazel alone commands 3,600,000
demons, I sat in my office with books littering the floor, trying to
make sense of the remainder of Azazel's dictation.
Azazel's legions are divided into three groups, categorized
by their general functions. Most occult disciplines would call these
three groups, "families:' I have preferred to refer to them as Houses.
Azazel's First House is called Anatel. These are demonic
warlords, those who go out into the world and cause change. These
are the footsoldiers, the movers and shakers of the Infernal Empire.
Azazel's Second House is called Retztael. These are the
priests within the legions, the demonic sorcerers, those who rain
the miraculous down from the heavens and up from the cracks of
the abyss.
Azazel's Third House is called Malkash. These are the in­
formers, the gatherers and deliverers of information. They are
Azazel's spies, the eyes in the shadows and the ears in the walls.
Each Legion is composed of demons from each House, al­
though there is no exact ratio. In my interactions, my evocations,
my work with Azazel's legions, there are fewer Retztael demons
than the other two Houses, but that those few are powerful beyond
measure.
What follows are the names, attributes, and signs of a com­
paratively small number of Azazel's emissaries. These are they who
have assisted me in this work, and in my own Work in my own Be­
coming.

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 THE HoUSE OF ANATEL

Salas'ash is able to bring money to you rather quickly. The

greatest shortfall is that he is not able to generate continual success
in any endeavor, or in general, but is able to deliver a single sum of
money within hours, or at longest within days.
I have seen that it is important when working with Salas'ash
that you not demand any particular amount of money. Simply re­
lease your desire for financial gain to him, and he will deliver all
that is needed.

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 Lord Kiltan is a Duke, c ommand ing two thousand demons
beneath him, all of which will surround the person of the Operator's
choosing and will implant any idea, thought, or em otio n into that
person's being.
The method by which this is done is through a type of con­
veyed telep at hy. Once you have su mm one d him, write on the
groun d , either in the dirt beneath you or in sprinkled flour on the
floor the n ame of the person that you wish to influence. Bring into
your mind or your emotions that which you wish to implant, and
focus on it strongly, as if it were your own natural thought or feel­
ing. As you do this, such will be gath ered and s iphone d from you
by Kiltan, who will then trans fe r such to his d em on s , who have al­
ready surrounded your target. Continue to hold the vis ualization
and the identification as long as you are able, allowing Kiltan to
take all of this from you. Once you can no longer hold the concen­
tration , His demons will co n ti nu e to feed this i nto your target in ­
definitely.

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 He nt'yo s possesses the ability to raise the sp i ritual "vibra­
tion al rate" of anyt hing whatsoever. Such vibrational acceleration
can heal a variety of d i s e a s es , and can c u re depression and other

psychological and emotional d i s o rde rs . If pushed to an eve n fur­

ther extreme, however, Hent'yos' powe r can cause a heightened vi­
bration at a molecular level, which can c aus e the piece of matter in
qu es tio n to shatter.
One application of the incredible abilities that Hent'yos p os­
sesses is in accelerating the natural evolution of the target. When
applied to obj e cts and lifeforms, this will h ave little effect, as the
evolutionary span is so incredibly vast that even a dramatic increase
would not be apparent. When applied to situations and obstacles,
however, you will see problems re s o lving themselves faster and
more smoothly than expected.

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 Abryaiyan appears as an old, diminutive, white man. He
speaks slowly, but if you call him, be sure to pay attention to every
word. Of all the demons in the House of Anatel, Abryaiyan seems
to be the most knowledgeable.
Abryaiyan is the Initiator into the Secret Sciences. Once
evoked, his very presence will set into motion subtle and even mun­
dane forces, result ing in your gradual understanding of the nature
of spirituality, and of existence as a whole. Once this process has
begun, however, it cannot be halted.
If you desire knowledge or understanding that is more spe­
cific and less imposing than that offered by Abryaiyan, simply write
your query on a piece of paper, and trace Abryaiyan's sigil over the
words. Do not call him into full materialization, but charge and
open that sigil and be prep ared with pen and paper to copy the
flood o f information that will descend to you.

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 Sa'ahtlar appears as a fmely-dressed gentleman. One aspect
of his appearance that I found particularly startling was that his
clothing, his hairstyle, his trimmed mustache, and his speech is re­
flective of the style associated with the early 1 900's United States
upper class. This is a stark variance with the manifestation of spirits
usually in centuries-old fashion .
I've not been able to discern why he appears in this manner,
but have noticed that when he is issued his task, his form shifts from
the above described gentleman into a reptilian creature definitely
not human, but more like a sort of dragon or giant winged serpent.
Sa'ahtlar possesses the power to weaken your enemies so
that they can no longer work against you in any manner. He is able
to disperse entire armies in confusion and inability.
I have also found that the demon's power is not relegated to
human or spirit aggressors alone, but can equally be applied to un­
formed or circumstantial obstacles.

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 Grah'aht'talion is a powerful demon h avi ng dominion over
the th o ughts , emotions, and b ehaviors of hwnans.
He appears as an em aci ated , naked man whose skin is
grayed and ashen, as a corpse. Despite his undress, when I h ave
summoned him I have found it diffic ult to p ay attention to his sag­
ging skin with ribs and bones threatening to push out of it, as his
eyes e mit a sort of black light,
a mesmerizing glow.

No rmally, I would advise that you look away from such hyp­
notic eyes, but with Grah'aht'talion, allowin g yourself to become
lost in his gaze will transport your mind into the Infernal Empire
directly, and into the r egi on of lt that is controlled by him, which is
a glo o my, dead, and c obwebbed forest, wherein you communion
with this demon will reach a new depth, and h e will be able to teach
you his secrets more inti m ately.

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 Suhn'talock is one of Azazel's strongest leaders, as he pos­
sesses n ot only the knowledge but also the power and the resources
to raise an entire empire out of nothing, and to increase it expo­
nentially and limitlessly.
It is said that Suhn'talock existed long before the Infernal
E mpire, while many of the legions were brought into existence after
the Empire had flourished, and that it was through his abilities
alone, combined with Azazel's grand vision, that brought the full­
ness of the Infernal Empire into existence.
Suhn'talock can do the same for the Evocator, taking the
raw visions of the Summoner and bri nging them to life in the world.
Once the process of building your own Empire in the world has
begun, repetitive evocations of Suhn'tal'ock will help you expand
your Empire in every conceivable manner.

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 Kru'vest is a demon of protection, appearing in golden
armor from crown to foot. In the several evocations I have per­
formed in order to call Kru'vest, I have yet to hear him speak. In
the instant of his manifestation, however, it has been clear that I am

untouchable, until the moment that he departs.

While I have experienced amazing degrees of protection
from Kru'vest, against physical assault, accidental injury, and even
financial loss, I have been told by Ant'harratu that Kru'vest is ca­
pable of even protecting the Summoned against death.
For some reason, it seems that Kru'vest's power endures
only a short time, and so he must not be called until the dangerous
moment is at hand, lest his protection fade before it is needed.

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 Dra'talon appears as a spirit cloaked in shadows, only his
ocean-blue eyes p i erci ng the black fog that surrounds him. I have
also noticed a marked drop in the perceived ambient temperature
upon his materialization.
Dra'talon acts as a demonic assassin. Once he is directed
towards an enemy, he will attack that victim day and night, pl aguing
him or her with anxiety, depression, mania, and even h alluc in a ­
tions, which culminate in complete madness, preceding a violent
and unavoidable death.
This demon is not to be evoked for any other reason than
to torture and kill an enemy, as once he is set on his victim, he can­
not be recalled.

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 Ahl'faroahn is able to bring you food, water, and provide
you shelter in the most dire circumstances.
The modern application that I've found for Ahl'far'd ahn's
power is the abi lity to bring the necessities of life to you, supplying
the very basics of life in emergency situations. He works faster than
most spirits and demons centered around wealth, but he can only
bring exactly what is absolutely needed, rather than that which is
desired.

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 Hasscotor can ha rn es s the power of animals, bringing you
guides and protectors in the form of animals familiars, either phys­
ical or astral.
Hass'cotor can also teach you how to communicate with an­
imals as higher intuitive b eings, and thereby learn how to beter ac-
cess yo ur own intuitive nature.

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 The demon Glas'yos shows himself as a small figure whose
every feature is obfuscated by the im me n se radi ance of li ght ema­
nating from him, shinin g in all directions, chas i ng away shadows
of confusion.
While in its simplest manifestation, this demon's power can
be used to b ring clarity to a situation, when pushed further, Glas'yos
is able to alleviate dep ression , paranoia, anxiety, and many other
psychological i mp e di me nts , as well as to bring calamitous situa­
tion s to a peaceful resolution.

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 Fortash materializes as a strong man laden with iron armor.
He seems to stand at least seven feet tall. Up on his head sits a
Corinthian helmet, h id ing his entire face under the tarnished metal.
In my evocations of Azazel and his l egion s , instead of se tt ing out a
Triangle of Manifestation, I would simply lay o ut the Ci rc l e of De­
monic Pacts, facing towards the north, where my brazier fumed
with incense that soon filled the room. The spirits would materi­
alize whereve r they chose, and For'tash always chose to appear on
my right, in the east.
For'tash has the power to overthrow your enemies, formed
or unformed. He removes obstacles from your life, and even more
rem arkably, from yourself. All th at is needed, while he stands be­
side you, is to name your obstacles in writ ing, vivifyi ng the words
with the recognition of their impediment on your path, and with
your i nte ntion to have them explanted . Once the wo rd s are written ,
meditate upon them, and envision your life without them. For'tash
will feed your m in d with a clear vision of thi s , and will aide in mag­
nifying this imagination u nt il it is b rought to life and within your
own self, the ob sta cle no longer exi sts. F in ally, burn the pap e r with
the obstacles written thereon, and, n am i ng your obstacles aloud,
ask that For'tash remove them from your p ath .

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 THE HOUSE OF RETZTAEL

Eriesh'taetohl appears in t h e north as a figure covered in an

azure cloak. He holds a tall, silver scepter topped with a quartz
globe in his right hand. When he speaks, his words seem not to
come from his mouth or from his person at all, but instead emanate
from the scepter's orb.
Eriesh'taetohl possesses t he secrets of immortality. Sum­
moning hi m, you may learn the truth about reincarnation, the pre­
human existence of the Soul, and the spiritual des t i ny of human
consciousness beyond the physical plane.
This demonic Nether can instruct you i n methods of ma­
nipul ati on of your spiritual bodies which will allow not only for a
consciously controlled reentrance into a phys i cal body, but also for
the dissolution and rematerialization of form over distan ces .

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 Ant'harratu materializes first as a vapor or a thin smoke
filling the northwestern part of the Temple. After spiraling about
for several moments as if surveying the Temple for danger or trick­
ery, his form materializes as a figure cloaked and hooded in black.
Often, the Gateway of Pacts is emblazoned on the chest of his robe,
or on the part of his hood covering his forehead, not embroidered
into the astral material, but burning like a psychic brand.
Ant'harratu is possibly the most powerful of all the Nethers.
He is a maker of miracles. He claims to have taught sorcery to the
priests of Babylon, Egypt, and Olmec.
It was by Ant'harratu's invisible hand that many of the
miraculous alterations in my own life and circumstances were
brought about.
Once called on to fulfill a task, Ant' harratu is relentless,
even at the dismay of the Evocator. He begins working on the goal
immediately, and foresees the best route to achieve the most com­
plete satisfaction of the desire. As I experienced, he will often find
it necessary to remove obstacles from your path, which can cause
momentary anxiety in the Operator, as it seems a reversal of the
original command. However, bearing with the changes unto the
conclusion will result in a much more fruitful end than any human
mind could organize.

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 Eshtalishtu manifests as a beautiful, slender, nude man, his
body and head absent of any hair at all. A peculiar radiance beams
from within him, making his skin appear to glow with a faint blue
energetic light.
Eshtalishtu holds the knowledge and the power of transmu­
tation. When evoked, he is quick to explain that the assertion of
modern "alchemists" that "True Alchemy is the transmutation of
impure human elements into that which is divine" is entirely false,
and indeed is quite the opposite of reality. According to Eshtalishtu,
the greatest alchemy is the transmutation of the Divine Particle into
matter. This understanding furthers the idea presented to me
throughout this entire ninety-day Operation that this physical
realm is not the impure and outcast plane of existence, but that it is
the final condensation of an intentional spiritual will.
Eshtalishtu can teach you, when evoked, some very elemen­
tary rituals which can be used for the most miraculous ends, even
for the materialization of obj ects of matter seemingly from noth­
ing.

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 Mehmion materializes in the southeast, behind the Evoca­
tor's ri ght shoulder as he faces north. It is impossible to cause him
to materialize before you, however, or to turn to face him, as he re­
fuses to allow himself to be seen.
His voice is a whisper, with a serpentine hiss, although there
is nothing seemingly deceptive about him.
Mehmi'o n knows the secrets of binding spirits, and can in ­
struct you in methods of constraining any entity whatsoever to your
will. T hese teachings can also be extended to the binding and con-
straint of any person.

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 Etliosh appears as a figure more beautiful than any angel,
although he is most certainly a Nether Lord under Azazel, a most
furious demon.
Et'liosh is capable of raising power to the omnipotent de­
gree, the likes of which he can employ to the immediate accom­
plishment of any goal in a seemingly miraculous result.
If requested, Et'liosh will teach you how to do the same, how
to harness any required amount of raw power and how to direct
that towards any goal in your life, regardless of the apparent diffi­
culty of naturally achieving such a goal.

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 Lae'ti'kohl is a demo ness mastered in the art of warfare, of
the more cerebral sort. She plans, manipulates, and plants seeds
that are sure to bring victory.
Her skills are easily transferred into the planning and the
development of earthly situations.
If your intent is simply to call Lae'ti'kohl and ask her to
move in your life, all that will be needed is for you to tell her how
you want your life to look in a specified distance in the future, and
she will begin to bring that to pass.
A much better route is to bring a list of questions into the
evocation, where she can instruct you on the alterations that you
need to make to bring your life to the position that you desire, thus
putting all of the control into your hands, and teaching you most
of all that you alone hold the power to your destiny.

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 Khro'syas is a Demonic Priest Lord of the dead. He appears,
like many demons in the House of Retztael, wearing a dark purple
hooded robe, with only the lower part of his face showing.
When summoned, you may ask Khro'syas to raise up the
shadow of any deceased person. The demon's form will fade and
in his place the form of the requested will rise, appearing and speak­
ing as the person in life would, and retaining all of the knowledge
possessed in life.
The risen dead cannot speak of the afterlife, however, as
they do no remember dying at all, but are projections of that indi­
vidual in life.
With such power, Khro'syas can teach you the secrets of
necromancy, and how you can use the power of the dead in your
magickal operations. He also teaches the forbidden kn owledge of
the use of body parts, organs, and bones from the dead.

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 Alak'than holds the secrets of immortality. He can teach
you methods of transference of what is often called the "soul" into
other bodies, or into other states which will survive the human
body.
The demon's initial instruction on the nature of spiritual
immortality dispel any idea of reincarnation or afterlife sociality,
and instead will dissect for you the reality of the evanescence of
human identity, or samsaric consciousness.
In a great deal of Alak'than's teachings, the recurrence of the
theme of spiritual antitransmigration is prevalent, as I first ap­
pro ached the demon interrogati ng him on how I could translate
the flesh, and instead learned that the flesh is the gloried position,
that this physical world is the untested landscape, and that we are
the gardeners of our own destiny.
If you were to learn from this one demon alone, your un­
derstanding of existence and your place in it will forever be
changed.

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 Fro'ghla'tasch often materializes first in the form of an ani­
mal, and then quickly assumes the shape of a man or a woman .
Since I have yet to collect notes from other Evocators on this
demon, I only have my experience to draw from, and from that ex­
perience I have seen that Fro'ghla'tasch most often initially comes
in the form of a wolf, and then most often changes into the form of
a woman in a long, tight, silken dress. I imagine that the subcon­
scious desires of the Evocator are accessed in order to create an al­
luring image to manifest in, though, and would therefore change
with each Evocator.
Fro'ghla'tasch is capable of fulfilling every sexual, intimate,
or emotional need, calling into the life of the Evocator a lover,
spouse, a friend, or any person that is able to help fulfill the specific
needs of the Evocator, whether such a person already exists in his
or her life and is unresponsive, or if that person is called out of a
crowd of strangers from great distances to the Summoner's
doorstep.

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 Krehl'a'teral is the master of miracles. He can teach you how
to perform the most miraculous spectacles, and how to produce
the most extravagant phenomena, such as invisibility, levitation,
pyrokinesis, telekinesis, illusion proj ection, and transmutation.
When you first begin to learn from Krehl'a'teral, your man­
ifestations of phenomena will be short and sporadic. The intensity,
solidity, and longevity of your productions will increase with time.
If your desire is to master these materializations, brace
yourself for years of daily study with the demon Krehl'a'teral, as his
works require intense discipline and dedication.

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 Ahk'lahtesh is the Master of Time. He can make time seem­
ingly come to a halt m ome nt a rily, as well as slow down for sh ort
perio ds , or accelerate for short p eriods, allowing yo ur perc ept i on
of time to pass more quickly or more slowly, depending on your
needs. When he does so, he will always remind you that what is
taken must be paid back. If you have asked that a p eri o d of time
be slowed down, the following p e riod of time will ac celer at e , with
the opposite holding true as well.
Ahk'laht'esh can teach you rituals that will effect the p ast,
and can open gateways into the future th rough which you can travel
to view decades or even centuries b eyond.

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 Hah'kla'tor appears as a demon in a grey, hooded robe. His
face appears to have been stripp ed of skin, leaving bloody tissue
and some bone showing. As he speaks, his every word seems to be
spat out in pain.
Hah'kla'tor knows the secrets of trapping the full life force,
or "soul" of humans. One of his minor workings would a ct upon
the living, steal ing a large portion of their life force and leaving
them open to disease, depression, and even death. He can teach
you a much more powerful form of trapping s oul s , however, in the
conducting of a ritual of human sacrifice.
He can teach you how to m ake vessels which will hold such
s ouls indefinitely, and how these can be used in powerful rituals.

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 THE HOUSE OF MALKASH

Mammy'aon appears in the north or sometimes in the west

as an adolescent boy. Often, Mammy'aon comes dressed in a shoul­
der-slung robe or a tunic, although he has on a few occasions ma­
terialized without clothes at alL His features have not developed
any great degree of gender distinction, and in fact, when he does
appear nude, he is quite genitally asexual.
Mammy'aon is a sort of demonic muse, able to inspire
artists, sculptors, painters, writers, and performers. After evoking
Mammy'aon, or even simply charging and opening his sigil, you
will be assaulted by new ideas, insights into projects, and will likely
find it difficult to pull yourself away from your art. The inspiration
received, however, seems to gradually become darker and more mo­
rose with time. Unless you are s eeking such macabre inspiration,
as well as the obsession that his inspiration brings, it is best to evoke
Mammy'aon and reap his influence for a short time. In order to
stop his influence, you will need to evoke him once more, as his
power seems to activate indefinitely until he is specifically requested
to withdraw it.

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 Mak'ta'lahn appears as a n on - humanoid figure, almost as a
sphi nx, possessing a hairy and pawed body like a lion , long, hairless,
nearly reptilian - scaled arms ending in three-fingered hands, and a
raptor - like head, still covered in hair, but also pos s e s sing a large,
hooked beak and bird's eyes.
Despite his appearance, this Nether's voice is quite soft and
comforting .
Mak'ta'lahn is a master of mechanics . At face-value, this
implies that he is able to fix that which is broken, weather made of
metal or of flesh. The greater understanding of his ability, however,
is in his knowledge of universal and even dimensional mechanics.
Although Mak'ta'lahn is not an expert communicator, often
rattling off e xplanatio n s of processes that no human mind has even
considered, nor have we developed the vocabulary to understand,
when pressed for information on any particular issue , he is able to
direct you in very simple and often mundane ac tions which will
cause a considerable shift in your reality through mechanical
causality.

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 Tah'ka'yat is a demonic lord whose ethereal mind seems to
be planted in a point outside of time altogether, as he is capable of
looking into the past and the future with the same ease as the pres ­

ent. In conversat i on with him, he will often speak without relying

on tense, or will refer to future or past occurrences as if they are
happening in the present . Initially, this makes for confusing con­
versation, but once you learn to i ntegrate this form of speaking into
your own vocabulary, you'll begin to receive glimpses of the way
that Tah'ka'yat perceives time .

Obviously, Tah'ka'yat is able to utilize his abilities to predict

the future, but if his teachings are applied consistently, they will also
allow you a greater degree of clairvoyance and your metho ds of div­
ination will be catapulted beyond what is thou ght to be possible by
most professional readers .

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 Yash'alten is a demonic lord under Azazel who appears as a
spirit engulfed in blue flames. The demon's form will appear quite
solid, and then will fade, nearly disappearing, before returning to
visible solidity again, as if experiencing some sort of difficulty in
maintaining his form. Throughout a single evocation, I have wit­
nessed this shifting occurrence up to twenty-one times.
Yash'alten holds precise knowledge of every galaxy, star, and
planet in the universe, and can provide detailed information con­
cerning those planets which do indeed bear life similar to our own.
In speaking with him on these, however, it is clear that he refuses
to use our modern classifications and names for the various celestial
bodies, either relying on terms from ancient astronomy, or calling
them by names never before heard on earth.
The demon can also advise you of the magickal or occult
properties of the stars, planets, and moons, and their various align­
ments.

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 f

Pent'osch is able to make incredible changes in the seem­

ingly circumstantial procession of events, often by altering one or
two minor things which then have a ripple effect on the entire time­
line for that circumstance.
With this ability, Pent'osch can derail negative situations in
your life, no matter how immovable they may seem to be. He is
also able to put your life on the track that you desire quite easily.
It is best, when working with Pentosch, to partner with him
in making these changes, rather than just setting him loose in your
life. In doing so, you'll discover the simplicity of changing even the
most difficult situations, and in establishing the sort of Empire that
you want to manifest in your life by planting very small seeds.

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 Halah'thor is a Demonic Lord who appears as a refined gen­
tleman, his hair neatly trimmed, his face clean shaven, and dressed
in a tuxedo. In questioning him on his appearance, he has revealed
that through the ages he has assumed the presentation of the era's
common conception of wealth.
Halah'thor has the power to help you establish a career that
will not only provide for you financially, but will also align with
your greater destiny.
"If you are creating certain prosperity for yourself, this alone
is not your Empire;' Halah'thor told me. "Every aspect of your life
must be made perfect, and perfection in this manner is not misery,
but is j oy and sense- satisfaction in all things that you do, all things
that you have, and all things and people in your life:'
Indeed, Halah'thor can materialize an enviable existence in
which you are wealthy, happy, passionate, and moving in the direc­
tion of your own destiny.

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 Byr'than is an earthy Demon Lord, possessing detailed
knowledge of all minerals, gems, metals, and stones. Some are
drawn to him for excavation projects, mining, and the finding of
precious metals, as he is indeed able to direct you towards success
in these endeavors.
Byr'than's real value, in my opinion, comes from his knowl­
edge of the occult or spiritual applications of this knowledge. He
can teach you how to use these solid substances to enhance various
occult faculties, as well as how they can be used in practical ritual
goals.

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 Ala'tahl'sta appears as an elderly woman, slender, with flow­
ing white hair. Her voice is soft and kind, but she speaks very di­
rectly, not engaging in conversation outside of her area of
specialization.
Ala'tahl'sta teaches the secrets of combining physical ele­
ments, such as plants, stones, bones, organs, and insects to create
powerful talismans which can be applied to any ritual goal what­
soever.
I have personally witnessed the potency of her teachings,
having put to use several of her combinations, and having seen dra-
matic and nearly instantaneous results.

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 THE SUMMONING RITE

Draw upon the ground the Circle of Demonic Pacts. Bring

into the Circle the s igil of the d em on to be summoned. Set
and light a black candle at each of the cardinal po i nts
around the outer perimeter of the Ci rcle of Pacts. Set your
censor in the di rectio n in which the demon will materialize.
Light the coals therein, so th at they will be re ady for the in­
cense at that time.

Sit or kneel in the center of the Circle of Pac ts . Bring your

attention to your breath, l etting i ts rhythm guide you down
th r ough r i ngs of re al it y, into the theta- gamma h armo ny,
which is often called gn os t ic t ranc e .

Place your incense upon the b ur n ing coals. As the smoke

rises from the censor, gaze into the s igil of the demon, con­
ne ctin g with it, u n it i n g your mind wit h its mind. Allow
yourself to s en s e the demon's presence neari ng . Allow your
inner vision to behold its appearance. Allow your body to
resp ond to the shift in the ro om as yo u r heart rate increases,
as your pupils dilate, as it beco m es more difficult to breathe.
Gazing into th e s i gil sti ll , through the psychic maelstrom
building in the room, sense the demon's power and presence
swi rling and gaining c riti c al m ass .

Eyes locked with the fl ash in g sigi l , utter the Grand I nvoca ­
tion of the P act : '1\lash tad AI'ash tal Ashtu:' Repeat the in­
vocation again and again, the i maginat ive form of the
demon's body s ol idifying in your inner vision, the incanta­
tion accelerating t he movement of energy and power
around you.

Allow the Rapture to take you, the repetition of the incan­

tation overwhelming your mind and your bo dy. As you

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linger on the edge of unconsciousness, recognize that the
figure beheld in your inner vision has united with the tan­
gible energy in the Temple.

On the cusp of either unconsciousness or insanity, imme­

diately before falling into either, cease the repetition of the
Grand Invocation of the Pact, and instead command
"(Demon's Name) , come:' Raise your eyes from the sigil to
the billowing incense smoke, maintaining the same de­
tached gaze that you held upon the sigil, now proj ected into
th� air before you. Repeat again and again the name of the
demon, and the command for it to come.

The demon will materialize in the room in a body behold­

able to all of your senses in the exact moment that you lose
your mind - meaning that as soon as the rapture has taken
you completely, as soon as your evaluations and analyses of
the thing on a cerebral level cease, and as soon as you give
your mind and all of your senses over to that which is im­
possible, you will meet the demon, face-to-face.

It is necessary to state to the demon your specific desires,

as concisely as possible. No commands are to be made, but
a simple proposal of what you desire. "lliJ., I have Sum­
moned you forth so that I may. . . " If it is knowledge you
seek, ask the demon specific questions, having prepared
them beforehand, and having a pen and notepad ready, as
you will certainly have notes to take. In the fugue-state of
rapture, you will have a hard time carrying any knowledge
out of the Circle of Pacts after the demon has left and you
have returned to yourself. Insisting that you don't need to
take notes because you'll commit the information to mem­
ory is a waste of both your time and, infinitely worse, the
demon's time. If instead you desire a certain change to take
effect in your life, let that be known.

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Once the demon has offered the information which you
seek, or you have come to an agreement on the course of
future events, conclude the evocation by asking the demon
to depart from the Temple, and to go into the world to bring
you that which you desire, or simply to "Return from
whence you came:' As the demon's body dematerializes, re­
cite again the Grand Invocation of the Pact, ''Alash tad
Al'ash tal Ashtu;' over and over until you find yourself alone
in the room, all flashing lights and crackling air dissipated,
and the rapture which had taken you having departed, leav­
ing your body exhausted and starved for food and sleep.

Alash tad al-ash tal ashtu.

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 CHAPTER SEVEN

PREPAIRING THE VESSEL

All that the young occult apprentice hopes for and works
for is to have the power and the ability to facilitate the materializa­
tion of such p otent demons as those listed in the previous chapter.
Alas, their names and their signs have been given, and the formula
by which they may be summoned and the tokens by which they will
obey have been revealed. The rite of summoning, however, is not
the end destination for the Godly Incarnate, but its successful com­
pletion marks the true begin n ing of the path of Becoming.
The neophyte's initial experiments in the occult are usually
aimed at simple goals: sex, money, popularity, scholastic or voca­
tional success. Like a child who can plainly see that the emperor
has no clothes, the neophyte recognizes that the power of the occult
lies in its potency to affect the physical world through wholly non­
physical means.
As we chase our phantoms down the rabbit hole, however,
the mystery itself and the kaleidoscopic visions that it produces be­
fore us cause our entire focus to shift. The magician becomes a
mystic, and the alteration of this reality becomes secondary; the
chase through the cosmos and beyond the manifold planes of exis­
tence becomes primary. The method supersedes the task to which
the method should be applied.
Theoretical conjecture on the possibility of splitting an atom
was fine and well, but it wasn't until the first mushroom cloud bel­
lowed up from the New Mexico sands that our role as The De­
stroyer of Worlds became real.

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 We are not men who are striving to become Gods, but we
are Gods who have striven to become men, and who have made the
j ourney with our powers intact, yet with a seemingly innate inse­
curity in our abilities.
With our first taste of real power, of our ability to rearrange
the most minute and the most grand circumstances in our lives, the
phantom chase begins, as we try to work out the hows and the whys
of the thing. Astral projection, mirror scrying, Soul Travel, vision
quests, all lead us along a path of self-discovery.
Through simple and mainly imaginative methods, our con­
sciousness is quite easily transferred from the physical body and
brain into the more subtle bodies, the mind itself needing no host
but capable of existing incorporeal. The physical realm is tran­
scended, into the astral worlds of spirits, angels, devils, and gods.
Further we fly beyond the simple spirit, beyond the formed energy,
into realms where consciousness itself forms the architecture and
landscape. Even beyond this we travel, through ten thousand
abysses and an outer sea of darkness, to where even consciousness
must fail and abandon the quest, and that Eternal part of ourselves,
that omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent part of ourselves - that
part of us which is indeed God - is loosed from its fetters and both
expands and collapses infinitely, becoming All and Nothing at once.
Upon our return to our naked, shivering, sweating bodies,
we begin to understand who or what we are. But that other place,
that ocean of formative flame is not a place that must be discovered,
but it is our birthplace. The whole process of Ascent is nothing
more than a pilgrimage to that birthplace, so that with no confusion
we may know that we are God. Yet, throughout the pilgrimage, the
method has trapped us. The j ourney itself has drawn us away from
the goal. We are not men who are striving to become Gods, but we
are Gods who have striven to become men, and once we have seen
ourselves clearly, the rift of insecurity is healed.
We are Gods, walking the earth in the forms of men, and
all that exists flows from our timeless fingertips. Yet, we have aban­
doned this world, this realm for which we have left our thrones,
and there is great work to be done here, lost time to make up for.

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We are here for a purpose, and that purpose is not to simply escape
back to the place of our birth, but to utilize our powers here and
now, to transmute the course elements of this courser world. . . to
push our power beyond its limits.

VESSELS OF FLESH

"Tantric schools, both Hindu and Buddhist, perceive the

body in metaphysical terms and establish through it analogous
magical relationships between the macro - and the microcosm.
These schools also try to achieve a supreme unity through the cor­
rect employment of the body, which must be totally awakened,
known, and mastered, in its inner and occult dimension. The hi­
erarchy of the body's elements and powers is believed to mark dif­
ferent stages on the way to the supreme goal. According to an
Upanishadic saying, 'Every god is enclosed here, in the body:' -
Julius Evola; The Yoga of Power. 1
We are not men who are striving to become Gods, but we
are Gods who have striven to become men. We have taken the bod­
ies of bipeds, of pack-hunting apes, yet bipeds with the brain ca­
pacity and potential for self- awareness which allows us the
advantage over most of the other living beings sharin g this planet
with us to question our place in the universe and to formulate hy­
potheses and to begin to stab at answers to the Existential Question.
And th rough the subtle movements of the body, through
the flow of blood and the flow of oxygen and through the conscious
manipulation of the various chemicals rushing through the fleshy
machine, we are able to enter into states which allow our conscious­
ness to transcend the machine completely, and we are able to in­
duce, again through alterations in physiology and subtle chemistry,
the Theta-Gamma sync which allows us to expand our faculties of
control beyond the barrier of our skin, spilling our power into the
world around us.

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 All power, all control, all transformation begins within the
body. The omnipotent essence is inert until activated by the inten­
tional manipulation of the body's chemistry and physiology.
When I first started to mingle in occult and pagan circles, I
quickly theorized that perhaps the constant flow of power through
the human mechanism caused it to deteriorate more quickly and
more intensely than was natural, as nearly every person over the
age of forty who had involved themselves in the occult throughout
most of their adulthood were quite obviously unhealthily over­
weight, and were known to complain of suffering from diverse
physical ailments, along with lacking any real physical strength and
stamina. Witnessing this again and again, I was shocked, as it
seemed clear to me that those who possess the keys to spiritual
power would be able to heal and strengthen their bodies, and the
same zest put towards their spiritual maintenance through medi­
tation and ritual would concomitantly and quite unconsciously be
applied to their physical well being.
As I summoned Azazel and as he materialized before me,
the general directions and advice that he offered morphed into very
specific instructions, dictating even the most tedious details of my
life.
Among these instructions, he nearly shouted, "Make your­
self strong." Before my mind was allowed to interpret his statement,
I knew within myself that he was not referring to mental strength
or emotional solidity, but instead to physical strength. I looked
again at the smoky phantasm before me and noticed the muscles
about to tear the skin from their bulge.

You are a being of power, of strength. That which exists in

the formed invisibility is to be made flesh. Solid ify and
strengthen your own Temple, and your empire will rise
around you.

Certain sinister orders which I had belonged to quite some

time ago practiced the discipline of manipulating the body in order
to manipulate the spiritual currents flowing through it. Self-star-

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vation, sleep deprivation , and generally weakening and sickening
the body brought the sickest of powers under my command. Due
to my constant use of methamphet am ines, I was already well on my
way to this state , weighing only one hundred and twenty pounds at
six feet tall. Within a few weeks of adding to this the other recom­
mended deprivations , I was not far from a walking corpse. And I
did find that the most deviant, ghastly, and down right creepy enti­
ties drew nearer to me, and that I had become much like them, pos­
sessing remarkable power over the minds and emotions of others,
and over the gross physical elements around me, always in a dec a­
dent manifestation.
That insight role being completed after two or three years
of decadence and decline , I ran across a mirror, and with my eyes
not fogged by chemicals and ghouls, it was clear that I could not
simply refocus my mind and reassert my intention, but that I liter­
ally needed to rebuild my body.
Barely able to curl a twenty pound weight or to bench press
the bar plus fifty pounds, I spent at least four days a week in the
gym. My muscle mass incre ased, my body filled out, and my mind
and even my nonphysical power fell into place.
Soon after my route to health became an obsession, as I'd
wr ap a measuring tape around my limbs and my chest each day and
would internally berate myself if th e re was no measurable progress,
I suffe red an injury to my left shoulder, requiring surgery.
After surgery, rehabilitation, and physical therapy, I was still
not able to curl a dumbbell or press a weight away from my chest
without a shock of sharp agony running down my right arm and
into my upper torso, shocking out from my shoulder like a mi nia ­
ture barrage of lightening bolts. I was far from content to allow my
body to once again deteriorate, esp e cially knowing that, with the
passage of five years having aged me, and with having quit all sub ­
stances wh i ch had earlier kept me thin , I was sure to plumpen up
rathe r than shrivel down.
My younger sister taught a "Power Yoga'' class at the gym
where I worked out, and while I had taken a few sessions from her,
I hardly took the practice seriously. Yoga seemed a thing for mid-

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dle- aged, middle-class women or as a last resort of physical disci­
pline for the geriatric. It was not, however, something for a young,
athletic weight lifter.
I refused to remain sedentary while my body recovered,
though, and I was even unsure that it would heal to the degree that
I could return to the weight room, ever.
I did recall that my first spiritual mentor, Baba Maharaja,
was a strong, well-built man - a "manly man'' - and that yoga was
his sole physical discipline. He had encouraged, even pushed me
to practice the asanas, and in training with him I found that I pos­
sessed neither the strength nor the balance to stand inverted on my
head or to hold myself in many of the postures for long at all.
I could admit that I lacked certain physical abilities, and that
perhaps yoga could direct me into strengthening them .
At the root of my persistent contempt for contemporary
yoga was fear and insecurity. Due to extreme neglect and abuse in
the first few years of my life - the years in which my body and phys­
ical coordination would develop - I was incapable of performing
many physical tasks which other children seemed to take for
granted, but which I had to practice and push myself to achieve. As
a four-year-old adopted into a concerned family, it was apparent
that I wasn't able to interact with objects on the left side of my body
using my right limbs, and vice versa. I couldn't spin myself around
off of a small ladder in order to sit up on the top bunk bed. I
couldn't walk a straight line, one foot in front of the other, and when
stretching with all of my might, I could barely touch my fingertips
to the middle of my shins.
Through rehabilitative training, I learned to cross midline,
although I remained quite uncoordinated. I could walk a straight
line, but doing so required every bit of my focus, to the point that
I would constantly run into things in my path, as my eyes and my
mind were solely on my straight line of travel. I increased my flex­
ibility, but I never could touch my fingers to my toes.
Yoga presented far too many challenges, more to my ego
than to my physique.
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ings were my even more crippling psychological and emotional is­
sues. My adoptive family had been quick to help correct the obvi­
ous and possibly embarrassing issues that I had managing my body,
but their answer to my being able to manage the intense emotions
and mental states stemming from those first few horrific years of
life was to forget about it, to appreciate the change in my situation,
and to turn my focus towards the Church. Such was a threefold
recipe for repression, for a good many years of bubbling and boiling
frustration, and for an explosion that would inevitably come.
As a teenager, the repressive walls within my mind started
to crumble, running concomitant with my dive into the world of
the occult. All of the shapes and colors and vivid horrors pressed
into the foreground of my mind, the smell of my own feces sicken­
ing me as I laid in my empty playpen, starving, the sound of shout­
ing and the explosion of gunpowder, and children begging.
I had been instructed upon my adoption, and then threat­
ened and punished, time and again, to not discuss with anyone my
life previous to my adoption, and so "talking out" the psychic mael­
strom as it assaulted me in my teens was not an option. I ran a
sharp blade across my upper arm, slowly, decisively, pressing harder
and harder, feeling each layer of skin parting, giving way to the
metal until streams of blood ran down my arm.
Self abuse soon was not enough to sedate the shame, fear,
and the rage, and so I projected outwards, vilifying the whole of the
human race for the sins that only a few had committed against me
and other children. Hatred and sadism compelled me. Even after
my marriage and the birth of my daughter - an event that set my
life on a much more productive course - I still could not shake my
deep rage.
Anger was a mask, though, as it almost always is, and un­
derneath that mask was a face of loneliness. My adoptive parents
were warned that it would be difficult for me to form close rela­
tionships and true intimacy with other people. I would hold the
whole world at arms length or further, as a way to keep myself safe
from the atrocities that humans seem to be most apt to inflict on
those who are close to them.

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 And so, I found myself married, yet incapable of really melt­
ing into my spouse. I could make love, I could hug and kiss, but a
part of me shut down inside, went away. . . held back from feeling
too much, too deeply.
I somehow connected confronting the physiological flaws
caused by my early life with the more disastrous psychological and
emotional flaws that seemed to comprise who I was as a person. If
I fixed my body, the rest might follow. I was not far off from the
truth. Yoga would become quite the challenge for me.
After only a few sessions of my sister's Power Yoga class, I
realized that she was teaching the postures well, but that a good
deal of the actual discipline was missing. With less than a little re­
search, I found that Power Yoga is a modern, "washed down" de­
rivative of Ashtanga Yoga, and so my attention turned towards the
more original source. I picked up a few books on Ashtanga Yoga,
watched a few videos of the various postures and, more importantly,
the vinyasa, or the movement between each asana and the corre­
lating breathing and focus.
Passing by the freeweights and pully machines decorating
the main floor of the gym, I ascended the concrete staircase to the
second floor, which housed the various "classrooms" and treadmills,
and I snuck into the Yoga Room in b etween sessions.
Many of the asanas required flexibility that I simply did not
possess, and the only way that I could find to fold myself in half in
either direction was to force my body as dose into the posture as
possible, by wrapping a belt across the soles of my feet, and pulling.
My tendons burned and my muscles tore, but day-by-day I needed
the assistance of the leather belt less and less. As my muscle mass
naturally deceased as well, I could fit more easily into the various
postures.
Something within me changed - "snapped" is the only word
that fits - in the moment that I was no longer struggling to attain
the correct position, but the whole movement from as ana to vinyasa
to asana became a type of dance. My inner state in that moment
came to absolute calm. I remember dropping to my knees and out
of nowhere sobbing. I remember laughing in the next moment,

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and then sighing as if all in the world had suddenly been made
right.
Something had changed within my psyche and my emo­
tions, a strange sort of serenity, an acceptance of my past and my
present and a contentment with the motion of things into the fu­
ture. I had sat in twelve- step meetings for various addictions, and
on psychologists' couches, and in spiritual mentors' temples, and
in ritual mandalas in hopes to achieve that single seemingly unat­
tainable moment, a moment that fell on me and crushed me, not
because of something I was doing with my mind or my focus or my
emotional state, but by something I was doing with my body and
with my breath alone.
My daily life became from that moment not a struggle for
more, but a graceful receiving of all the gifts that were constantly
poured upon me. And I began to expect all aspects of my life and
my environment to match up to the peace and the love that I felt
within. All that was unable or unwilling to meet this expectation
was quite organically removed from my path . . . even my most inti­
mate relationship. My wife and I had become locked in the dance
of disconnectedness, and neither of us really knew how to dance in
the first place. The origin of our meeting was in chaos and various
degrees of despair, so as my despair diminished and her need dis­
solved, so did our marriage .

Something also changed within my invisible self and my in­

visible environment. Rather th an scribbling sigils of spirits to call
and chanting incantations in some alienic tongue, I found that
bringing my mind to peace - the same peace that was then follow­
ing me wherever I went - and releasing from my lips a grateful and
an accepting and an ecstatic "Ahhhh;' that which I desired was
pulled to me almost instantly. My whole life shifted, the stars falling
from their fixed positions, replaced by new stars in a new align­
ment. My Destiny had been rewritten, it seemed.
Yet the demon stood before me, not long after discovering
my secret serenity. He stood before me no less than twelve feet tall.
His skin was black as if formed from congealed oil, and it seemed
ready to tear from the strain of the muscles bulging underneath.

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 Make yourself strong. You are a being of power, of strength.
That which exists in theformed invisibility is to be madeflesh.
Solidify and strengthen your own Temple, and your empire
will rise around you.

I had spent three years of my discipline in Ashtanga Yoga,

the first year of which I spent wishing that I could give up on the
practice and hit the weights with the men rather than dancing
around on a mat in a mirrored room. For three years, I hadn't
touched a weight. Ashtanga Yoga had provided more of a physical
challenge than weights ever had. Azazel's command terrified me
in a similar way that the pro spect of taking up yoga had terrified
me. I was not afraid of confronting myself this time, however, but
instead was terrified of reverting. I had made so much progress,
physically, psychologically, emotionally, and spiritually, and I simply
could not afford to regress.
But I had contracted with the Demon. I had made a
covenant to submit myself to Him; to turn my spiritual and tem­
poral welfare into His hands, and to obey His commands and follow
His directions, in that He would lead me into Power and Glory.
And I meant it.
If Azazel meant to drag me to hell, then I was ready to leap
into the inferno, for the simple hope of incinerating my remaining
stumbling blocks and rising unfettered beyond the Throne of God.
If I was going to lift weights again, I was going to do it right.
The only direction that I received for my t1rst few years of
weight training was from my friend, Jack, who told me that I should
never spend more than thirty minutes in the gym per day, and that
if I was able to lift the weight more than six times in one set, then I
need to add more weight to the stack.
Like most men, I wanted manly, muscled biceps and a chis­
eled chest. On odd days I would curl weights to build my biceps,
and on even days I would bench press and push- up and dumbbell­
fly my way to a strong chest.
When my shoulder was x-rayed due to a sharp pinch that

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wouldn't go away on its own after my little Japanese car was t-boned
at an intersection, along with an impact-related impingement, the
surgeon noted that my shoulders were already in a deteriorated
state. Looking at my body, and at my injuries, he asked if I lifted
weights. I affirmed that I did, and he warned that the constant,
repetitive exercises, not balanced by a full-body routine, were caus­
ing me more harm than good.
In rehabilitative physical therapy, my therapist designed a
program of muscle rehabilitation which strictly required that I not
use my pectoralis muscle groups or my biceps. He took note of my
posture and my muscle development, and said that while I had im­
pressive strength in my arms and my chest, that I needed to balance
that with strength in my legs, my back, and my shoulders.
All of this should have been obvious, but the success that I
had seen in taking my biceps from ten or eleven inches around to
sixteen or seventeen inches was quite a distraction from the obvi­
ous.
After three years of Ashtanga Yoga and quite a bit of per­
sonal development and healing on all levels of my being, I was in­
tent to not repeat the same mistakes, which indeed were
compensatory.
I read all that I could about weight training, and I designed
a four to five day, full-body routine. Knowing that I had designed
my own harmful routine years earlier, I wanted to run my simple
program by someone who could advise me further.
Robert Angelo Dalla Valle has been a good friend of mine
for at least a few years. Along with possessing a remarkable ability
to naturally manipulate the physical world through purely internal,
spiritual methods, he has also created for himself the body of a
Greek God. He had studied and applied the science of body build­
ing to perfection, from resistance training to weight loss, peak nu­
trition, and most importantly, the focus of spiritual power into the
physical being. When I showed him my workout routine, I ex­
pected him to say something like, "Yeah, just hit the weights hard:'
or, "You might want to throw some cardio into the mix:'
Instead, Robert threw science at me, mathematical formulas
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to increase the effectiveness of my routine for my age, body type,
and weight. And then, once my routine was polished, he also gave
me secret - something that I had entirely missed before:
"You have to put your focus, your intention, your energy
and your Will into your muscles. All hormones are literal living
entities just as daemonic or angelic entities, and they must not be
ignored because of sheer ego alone. They're even clinically defined
as chemical messengers, so I ask you, what fool would ignore the

messenger, when the messages relate to their very own health and
life?"
It seemed that something far beyond the simple building of
my muscles and strengthening of my body was taking place.
For the first few weeks of my return to weight training, my
muscles, and even more, my ligaments ached. My body faced quite
a task of readapting to the stress. My ego also had some adjustment
to do, as I realized that I couldn't curl eighty-five pound weights in
each hand anymore, and that I couldn't dumbbell press two-hun­
dred and twenty pound weights.
As Robert had predicted, though, muscle memory quickly
activated. My biceps grew b ack to their previous size, my chest
bulged and rounded, along with the new development of increased
leg muscle development, and stronger back muscles, balancing my
body, thrusting my shoulders back, increasing not only my vanity
muscles, but my whole body's strength and power.
I had set the intention of the routine, as well, not to gain
muscle, but to be strong, fit, and healthy. Rather than gaining
weight as I usually did when I put on muscle, I started noticing that
I was losing weight while gaining muscle. Robert's mathematical
formulas seemed to be working, seemingly miraculously. I had pre­
pared myself to see a massive gain in body weight, bringing me
from my steady two-hundred and fifteen pounds to two-twenty­
five and higher. Instead, four months after my muscles had adapted
to the routine, I started to lose fat while gaining muscle, bringing
my weight down to one-hundred and ninety-five pounds. I was
leaner, healthier, and without a doubt stronger.
Another level of strength began to peak as well. In the
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height of my yogic discipline, kundalini flowed effortlessly through
my body, all blockages having dissolved, all restraints being loosed.
If I stretched out my hand to cause a change, power would flow
through it and into the world. I was in energetic harmony with ex­
istence.
As my muscles grew and my body strengthened, it seemed
that something unique was occurring within the kundalini flow it­
self, as if my muscles themselves were pumping kundalini through
my system rather than just letting it flow. I could feel myself be­
coming literally a more powerful spiritual machine.
Make yourself strong. You don't have to be a body builder.
I'm not aiming to compete on stage, my muscle - stretched skin
rubbed with oil. But as my body b ecomes stronger, so does my
mind, my emotions, and my spiritual abilities. All of these are
bound together, and the intelligent spirits living within our bodies,
being pushed into our bloodstream through the endocrine system
are multiplied by the continual strengthening of the body.
And the doubt arises: sure, this is fine and good for a
healthy, athletic m ale of only three decades in age. What of those
with hormonal imbalances, genetic dispositions, deteriorated
bones, or other very real and very physical impediments to the
strengthening of the body?
If you are able to reach into the world with invisible hands
and to strangle the life of your enemies, or to raise from deathbeds
the dying into perfect health, as you surely are, and as I surely have,
then you possess all of the tools to destroy the internal enemies to
your health, and to resuscitate and revitalize every aspect of your
physical being. One does not need to rise from his wheelchair and
run a marathon, or to drag a seventy year old body into the weight
room and lift the same weights as I do. But, make yourself strong,
in whatever capacity you are able, to whatever degree is necessary
to achieve a peak psychological, emotional, spiritual, and physical
state.
In yoga, I learned that the pineal gland can often become
physically encrusted due to a lifetime of inactivity, and that through
raising kundalini and causing nearly imperceptible vibrations in

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the pineal gland, the encrustations break loose. Once the pineal
gland is freed, the rush of chemicals and more subtle forces through
it creates an ecstasy beyond that which any artificial drug can du­
plicate.
And the pineal gland is merely one of many glands within
the endocrine system. Consciously and intentionally activating
these restores not only our bodies to their original functioning ca­
pacities, but triggers even deeper faculties with us.
Most people in modern, western society concede to the re­
ality of a "mind-body connection:' in that thoughts, attitudes, in­
tentions, and perceptions greatly influence the well-being of the
physical body. The polarity runs in both directions, however - a
fact that is often overlooked. The health, strength, solidity, flexi­
bility, and stamina of the physical body greatly influences the inner
aspects of the human being. Physical well -being translates into
mental, emotional, and spiritual well-being. Physical balance and
flexibility translates into mental, emotional, and spiritual balance
and flexibility. And physical power translates into mental , emo­
tional, and definitely spiritual power.
We are no longer simple mammals living in harmony and
symbiosis with this biological sphere on which we were born, but
we have taken dominion of the earth , and now beyond. We have
been neglectful of the needs of the body, as well as the needs of the
earth which feeds and houses us, but with the applied force of our
godlike power, we could restore our b odies, and we could transcend
the need to pillage to extinction the earth's resources for our simple
survival.
If we were content to live as other mammals live, a simple
balance with nature would suffice. But since we are intent to master
the atom and play with the electron, to dominate matter and anti­
matter, to dissect quarks and quasars, to become not only an inter­
stellar but interdimensional species, more is required of us than
allowing our power to flow as it naturally does. The machine of
the human being needs to be perfected, and simple perfection is
not enough. The vessel of the flesh needs to be empowered,
strengthened, doubled and magnified. And our power needs to

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reach beyond our selves, beyond our lives and our enrichment and
towards the expansion of our Empire.

VESSELS OF EARTH

Build your empire upon this earth, Greed is not the key by
which you will rise, nor is contentment, but assertion ofyour
Godhood into every alley of this world is the key.

Nearly six years prior to authoring this present text, I stood

in a bookstore in Salt Lake City, Utah, waiting for the crowd to ar­
rive. I had rented metal fold- out chairs from a party supply store,
and had at least fifty of them set up in neat, curving rows. To my
left, as I faced the empty chairs, I had set a plastic card table up with
copies of my first two books, Kingdoms of Flame and Works of
Darkness. A tripod stood at my right, holding a giant flipchart. On
the first page I had written, "Occult Principles Applied;' in fat, black
letters dominating the page. This was the very first public appear­
ance I would make as E.A. Koetting, occult author.
Shawn took a seat several minutes before I was scheduled
to begin. Friends who had come to support me, and a few others
who were genuinely interested in what I would be presenting scat­
tered in purposeful randomness among the seats. A man with nar­
row shoulders and a squinting distrust of even the shadows in the
ro om took a seat - the seat closest to the exit. After minutes of
shuffling in his chair and adjusting his long coat under him, he
squinted even harder, his unsure glare magnified by his thick
glasses, and read the flipchart. Without taking his eyes off of it, as
if the words would disappear like phantom instructions in a black­
backed mirror, his hands reached into his coat pocket and pulled
out a small notebook, upon which was clipped a half-sized pencil,
the sort of pencil available in public libraries for jotting down Li­
brary of Congress reference numbers on cut up pieces of scrap
paper. He jotted the words in his notebook, the completion of the

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task allowing him to look again at those mischievous shadows and
the bustling shoppers and all of the other dangers possible in a place
such as a bookstore.
This man's notes appeared the following morning in a local
newspaper. The seminar was a footnote of local goings-on. The
only letters that I noticed him scribble in his notebook the entire
evening were those three words, "Occult Principles Applied:'
Those, along with my name, were the only details given in the
newspaper the following day.
I introduced myself, as a presenter is supposed to do unless
you're Deepak Chopra or Tony Robbins. I explained that I would
be discussing not only the occult, but how the occult, how magick
and ritual and spirituality can be put into practical use, not only in
my life, but in the lives of each and every person in the audience.
A few people sat forward in their seats, and some even took out
pens and notebooks. I felt good about where my first seminar was
heading.
Turning the pages of the flipchart, where I had large illus­
trations of sigils, ritual circles, and even a candle-color-meanings
chart, I explained the various types of ritual that can be employed
in effecting change in the physical world through nonphysical
means.
The crowd was still with me. A few were taking careful
notes, and one girl even asked me to hold off on turning the page,
so she could copy the information on it. I'm sure that I glowed as
I gave her a few extra seconds.
Then, I made the whole thing personal. Too personal. One
of the last pages on my flipchart showed the over-utilized Pyramid
of Needs, otherwise known as "Maslow's Hierarchy:'
Motioning to the lowest, base of the large, sectioned triangle
drawn on the page, I explained that the most basic, primitive needs
need to be met first, which are those needs of self-preservation and
biological function. Food, water, shelter, breathing, defecating,
sleeping, and sexual release are some of these most basic needs.
Once the base needs have been satisfied, the individual will
begin to work on the second step of the pyramid, which is ensuring
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the secur ity and continuation of the resources needed to fulfill
those needs beyond the immediate present. In human so ciety, this
often translates into steady employment, farming or a gri culture, se­
curing a l o n g - te rm residence, and joining with the gender of pref­
erence for continued sexu al ac tivity.
Pointing to the third section on the tri angle, I expl ained
that, on ce the base needs have been met and have been secured, the
individual can begin to move beyond the basic needs of a bipedal
mammal, forming me an in gful re l ationships with friends and fam­
ily, and graduating b eyo n d simple sexual fulfillment with the gen­
der of choi c e into emo t ion a l ful fillment and long - term
commitment.
The fourth level b eing that of self-esteem and achievement,
simply maintaining empl oyment may no lo n ger be enough to sat­
isfy the individual ; instead, he or she strives to excel in their capac­
ities, to rise into man agement positions, or to branch into other
avenues of employment or self- employment which will more align
with their personal interests and motivat ions . He or she will strive
to stre ngthen bonds with family, friend s , and spouse. Bel ong ing to
a c ommunity and being active in the welfare of that com munity be­
comes important at this stage as well. Basically, all of the previously
fulfilled needs become a mplifie d , more personalized, and more
mean ingful .
Finally, the individual enters the realm of self-actualization.
Artistic endeavors become fruitful; the value of making money is
replaced or suppleme nted by a need to give back to society and the
world at l a rge ; and as a whole, the fullness of human potentiality is
explored.
Embrac ing the self-actualization p ro ces s with enough depth
often leads to some sort of spiritual purpose, which, taken to the
extreme, leads men to strive to become like u nto God: limitless.
"You're trying toattain self-actualization, even Christ Con­
sciousness and God-realization, but you need to take an honest look
at where you're at in your own life;' I bellowed from the so apb ox
that seemed to be crumpling under the we i ght of my own fervor.
'�re you really free and able to explore the deepest me aning of yo ur

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life and to discover your true purpose on earth when you're living
in your mother's basement . . . and even she wants to kick you out?"
One of my friends cast his eyes to the ground. He was living
in his mother's basement, and she indeed did want to throw him
out into the streets.
"If you have to worry about food and shelter, or if you've
had nothing but horrible, abusive and manipulative relationships,
or if you're not sure how you're going to pay the electricity bill, or
if you don't feel like your life is moving in any direction at all, how
can you experience any real, substantial liberation other than hope­
ful escapism?"
The note-takers stopped taking notes. The previously nod­
ding heads were replaced by eyes shifting around, possibly looking
for the coveted exit dominated by the journalist.
And then I spat salt onto the wounded, by flipping back­
wards through the pages of my display, back through the various
methods of ritual, back through the candle colors and the spirit sig­
Hs.
"You naturally, innately possess all of the power that you'll
ever need to change every single aspect of your life, exactly as you<:l
like it to be. And you have the knowledge of how to use that power
available to you, here;' I pointed at my table of books, "and here:'
pointing at my flipchart.
"So, let's use that power:' I had drawn beforehand several
"Magic Squares;' designed to attract money to the bearer. I passed
them out to the members of the audience. Most put the pieces of
paper in their laps politely. The j ournalist squinted at it, and then
shoved it in his pocket. I could count on one hand those who held
the paper in front of them, waiting for instructions on how to acti­
vate the magic.
"Hold the square on your lap; you want to have it far enough
away from your eyes that you can see the whole image in one
glance. Relax your eyes as you look at it. Rather than focusing your
mind on the image, instead think about your breath. You don't have
to count your inhalation and exhalations or anything. Just pay at­
tention to your breath flowing in and out of your body. Let your
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mind get completely carried away by the rhythm of your breathing,
while keeping your gaze on the square. You may feel yourself get­
ting a bit dizzy, a bit lightheaded. This is what I call the rapture as
you descend into the Theta-Gamma sync. It will almost feel as if
you're getting too much oxygen . . . but you aren't. Your mind and
your body are adapting to your ability to sense and connect with
more subtle dimensions, and to project information into those di­
mensions.
"Now, gently, without p ullin g yourself out of the rapture,
bring to mind an image of you possessing the money that you need
or want. See it in your wallet, in your hand, or see a bank statement
showing the amount that you'd like to receive. Hold that image as
a still picture in your mind, and notice a c e rtain pressure building
in your Ajna chakra, in your forehead, as you do this. Through
your gaze, this pressure is slowly released, as if your line of sight to
the square is transferring the power and the will into the square it­
self.
''At this point, many people will visibly see the lines of the
square or the s igi l disappearing from sight, and then reappearing,
hovering off the surface of the paper. The square will also seem to
possess a unique invisible glow.
"When you've reached this point, take a deep breath in, and
then exhale quickly, bringing you out of the theta brainwave state.
You can fold up the paper and put it away.
"That brings this presentation to a close. Go about the rest
of your evening doing whatever it is you would naturally do, and
try to distract your mind from the ritual that you just performed,
and from your need or desire for money. You will find that as soon
as you've forgotten all about it, the money will be delivered to you:'
I had offended almost everyone in the room. Not only had
I told them in clear words that, unless they applied themselves to
the betterment of their immediate environment and the enrichment
of their lives, that their quest for self-actualization was futile; and
not only did I make it known that I expect those who hold the
power to make these changes to take responsibility for every part
of their lives; b ut I also expected them to do it, now!
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 I didn't sell a single book that day. I was contacted by every
s i ngl e person who joined me in magickally opening their square,
within days reporting that they had received the money that they
,

needed, quite unexpectedly, but that they weren't sure if they'd do

another "ritual" like that again. Heaven forbid that we take away all
reason to co mpl ain about our circumstances rather than doing
something about them.
Using Maslow's Hierarchy as the baseline for the fulfillment
of needs and the rise into Self Actualization was mo re out of ease
of definition than out of its effic acy to define each individual's
needs, desires, and pers onal fulfillment. The needs of an individual
having spent all of their lives in a shack in a southern bayou will be
much different than someone having lived in the wealthier parts of
Manhattan or Paris. Those l iving in what we would consider
squalor in India will have a much different level of need and fulfill­
me n t than someone on a beach house in California. The whole
process of defining needs, desires, and fulfillme nt, then, requires a
more personal approach.
I personally res o n ate with Maslow's Hierarchy, as it has
seemed to parallel my own experience with fulfillment and success.
Therefore, b elow I will go through the levels of the pyramid below
as they pertai n to me, and I en co u rage all who seek power and lib­
eration to do the same. It is impossible to achieve anything unless
you have cle arly defined what you need and want.

My basic needs are met when I am able to eat at least twice

a day when I have dean water to drink, when I have a home
,

to stay in and place to sleep. When my concern and focus

a

is funneled towards gai n i ng or maintaining these most basic

needs, sexual release isn t a prime concern of mine. At thos e
'

periods in my life when I've found myself homeless, which

has indeed occurred a couple of times, mainly due to slip­
ping more into the other side of the veil than this one, such
was never an extended enough of a period to see if sexual
needs would resurface as a priority while in a state of desti­
tution, although I'm certain that if I had allowed myself to
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settle into my situation, my sexuality would adjust itself to
that situati on .

I gain a sense of security by havi ng a ste ady job that p ays

en ough to m ai ntain an ap ar tment, to pay for el e ctri city, to
buy groce ries, and to mai ntain a vehicle fo r tran sp o rtati on
to my employm e nt, t h ereby en suring the co nti nuati on of
such empl oym ent an d th e refo re e nsuring the continuation
of my security. My early chi ldho o d taught me t hat I could
not rely on oth e rs to provide for my needs , s o livin g with
fam ily or friends and relying on their support thro ugh dif­
ficult times does not provide this sense of s e c ur ity for me,
although I recognize that it do es for others. Ifl am not per­
s on al ly m ainta i ning the stabi lity i n my li fe, then I am
acutely aware that it may d is app ear at any moment. It is at
this level of fulfillment, having g ain ed a sense of security,
that sexuality becomes imp o rt ant to me, and I will s eek o ut
sexu al p artners .

The th i rd and fourth tiers of Maslow's Hierarchy seem quite

intertwined for me. I'm n ot an extre mely social person, in
that I don't need to h ave constant contact with friends and
relatives, nor do I feel the need to get out and be in a group
of people in order to fe el happy. H oweve r, immed iately after
s ec uring all of my b as ic needs, I b egi n to seek the advance­
m e nt of all aspects of my life. Money isn't a great motivator
in my life, neither i s social st atus , so I'm content in a small
apartment s o long as it is c le an and comfortable fo r my
daughter and mys elf. I don't care about having the newest
car, so l ong as the one I dr ive is reliable and efficient. I care
more about the internal rewards of my work, so long as the
financial rewards are enough to support mysel f. In nearly
every j ob I've had in my adult li fe , I've risen very quickly
i nt o man a gement p o s itio n s , and have excelled into com­
pany leadership or at least direct consultation with the com­
pany leadership. Simply working a j ob, g etti ng a p aycheck,

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 and going to work the next day is not satisfying enough for
me. I need to feel as if I'm pushing myself, learning and
growing. I'll be more prone to making friends, and more
receptive to social gatherings once I feel that my base needs
have been secured. I'll also feel much more comfortable
having the same sexual partner, and even being exclusive
with that partner, at this phase of fulfillment.

Self Actualization comes quickly for me, as I tend to move

through the stages of fulfillment quickly. As I mentioned
above, I have before experienced homelessness in my life,
due to getting "too far out there;' too disconnected with this
world and its requirements on me. Those periods didn't last
long, and within months at most I found that I had met my
base needs, had secured them, and had already moved into
fulfilling my need for excellence in employment and other
avenues of my life. I then quickly begin to create. I cannot,
absolutely cannot write a book, a short story, or an article
while I am struggling through the first three phases of my
personal fulfi ll ment I can write poetry, and that sort of
.

"woe is me" poetry is absolutely righteous. All of my other

facets of creation are dry until I have fulfilled the needs and
desires given above. Once those needs and desires have
been fulfilled, though, I experience an artistic explosion. I
can't keep the words and sentences and paragraphs from
flowing through me, often scribbling notes on napkins or
paper receipts through the day. I'll also always take on the
sort of work that is artistic in nature, allowing my third and
fourth tiers to blend into each other effortlessly.

My life has gone through several cycles where I climb the

hierarchy, and then find that I have to start over, usually from the
base of it. I thought that I was finished with the cycles when I mar­
ried and when my daughter was born, as my falls previous to that
had been of my own making, my own lack of focus and responsi­
bility, which had been corrected in the moment that more than my
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own life and well-being depended on my ability to remain stable in
this world and society. Then, Shawn and I divorced. There was
something magical about that period in my life. Not only had my
marriage fallen apart, but my employer had filed bankruptcy and
had closed their doors in that same month, owing me thousands of
dollars in pay that I would never receive, and I was transitioning
between publishers, so I no longer had royalties being paid to me
to ease the fall. I moved in to a friend's spare bedroom and went
through my savings at a beastly speed as I tried to support myself
with no income, as well as pay Shawn's bills while she stabilized her
life, as well as pay the legal costs of the divorce.
Within a month, however, I had gained employment with
another firm for less of a salary than I was used to, but it was income
nonetheless; I had established my own publishing house which, at
least for the time being, was bringing me in more residual income
than before; and I was in my own apartment, furnished the way that
I wanted, with new pots and pans, new dishes, and a refrigerator
filled with good food. Within two months I was again able to sit
down and finish my work on writing, completing the manuscript
for my sixth book, Questing After Visions.
None of this came because I have better connections than
others, because I'm drinking buddies with a rabbi in the publishing
business, or that I know the right handshakes. In the middle of the
worst economy in my generations, I have been able to succeed be­
cause I apply nonphysical force to the physical world. In this book
alone, the methods are given to call armies of demons into this
world to aid in the rearrangement of all circumstances in life. I re­
fuse to live in a spare room at my friend's house for more than a
month, or to stay in my mother's basement, or to live on govern­
ment unemployment benefits, when I can instead reach into the
ether, grab a handful of power, and toss it at every problem in my
life. Azazel expected nothing less from me. I expected nothing less
of myself.
Having power over this world is essential to having power
at all. As a being of power, of control, of Godhood, you must make
your life, your interactions, the very organization of your day- to-

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day living resemble the sort of spiritual megalodon that you are.
That which is above needs to be brought below, to this world, to
situations here and now, to the formation of paradise around you.
No one who knows and utilizes these mysteries of power should be
poor, should b e hungry or homeless, or should want for anything
of this world.

THE VESSLE OF THE AEON

"Most power, once attained, becomes a curiously empty

experience:'2

Through the course of nearly twenty years studying the oc­

cult in earnest, of fifteen years engaging in the esoteric rites and
methods, and of ten years teaching hundreds personally and count­
less more through my writing, I've made a peculiar observation,
which seems to have crept through unnoticed by the majority of
spiritual scholars: diminishing returns when applying the same or
similar methods to the same or similar tasks over any amount of
time - or, more accurately, with enough repetition, as I've also no­
ticed that many who consider themselves "occultists;' or worse yet,
"pagans:' rarely apply the occult sciences and practical spirituality
to any real goal which might produce any observable and verifiable
result.
Around fifteen years old, having pored through books and
letters and essays dealing with the occult, with magick, with witch­
craft since I was twelve, I finally sat down with a tapered, white can­
dle, and as I lit the wick I could j ust feel that I was entering some
mysterious, forbidden, erotic realm. As I called out to the elements
of fire, water, earth and air, and spun clockwise to call the watch­
towers of the cardinal points, the rapture had already taken me.
Through such simple methods I worked the miraculous.
The only th i ng that was more exciting than the ritual itself was the
end result: real, tangible, usable power. By lighting a simple colored

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candle and "chanting" a silly limerick, I was able to make others be­
have quite opposite of their natural patterns; I was able to make
even the most "out of my l e ague" girls give me the time of day; I
su m m o ne d money; favors; dec ent grades entirely undeserved.
There seemed no bounds to the power that I had in my hands, by
lighting the wick of a simple candle and pronouncing a silly limer­
ick.
Before long, however, my soul's stomach started growling,
and the starvation for power that had originally driven me into the
arms of the Mysteries was again surfacing. I had learned which
candle colors worked best for which results, and had dissected the
various elemental attributes for different goals. I had put into action
at least a hundred alterations in reality through this first form of
ritual, and theexcitement of its perform anc e was fading fast. As
the veil was pulled back and the last twinkli ng particlesof mystery
fell from it, Eros was seen flaccid and wanting for more. I move d
into sympathetic magick, intense psychodramatic c e rem ony, sigil
work, mudras and mantras, invocation and evocation, finding my­
self propelled upwards, further upwards, until the throne of God
was a spot of light beneath me.
Once the paranormal becomes the normal, our interactions
with the realm of limitless p ossibility diminishes, not because the
method suddenly and spontane ously becomes any less effective, but
because the trigger, which is the self, is no longe r primed, no longer
excited by the ritual, no longer turned on by the whole thing.
I've always been advised by my best mentors to not get stuck
in th e method. But, like ignorance, it seems that some forms of
slavery are more tempo rarily advantageous. If I had spread those
first hundred candle-lighting rituals out over thirty years instead
of thirty days, I'd still be blissful, although quite unaware of my in­
finite potential.
Armed withthe most powerful methods, evocation chief
among them, I cann ot turn away fro m the fact that a similar impo­
tency strikes. Rather than the mystery and excitement falling away
from the method, instead the eroticism and newness of the experi­
ence is deflated from the object, from the goal itself
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 It is possible - even simple - for one to take up the infor­
mation given in this text alone, and cause large amounts of money
to be delivered to oneself. Although many may believe that they
desire money, the cash is only symbolic. The true desire is power,
and works such as evocation form a direct bridge between the initial
will to power and its attainment. Once it is realized that any
amount of money can be delivered, and once the kinks and quirks
have been worked out of the ritual process to allow the money to
come, the whole thing becomes commonplace. When you need
money, or even just want it for any specific thing, there it is, the pile
of cash, waiting for you to call it out of the ether. Until then, how­
ever, the quest for it is quite uninteresting. At least to me, it has be­
come uninteresting, although I know a few others who possess this
same spiritual knowledge and ability who seem to never tire of
wealth. I may simply be possessed by more erotic demons than
greed.
The same loss of interest occurs with sex, glamour, atten­
tion, love, success, recognition, and every object that can be mate­
rialized through these works. Once the route to obtaining these
desires is made sure, the lust for them subsides.
There exist Perfect Methods - of which evocation is one -
which never fail if applied correctly, which always produce results,
and which can be expounded upon and delved more deeply into,
infinitely, and therefore will not generate the first cause of dimin­
ishing returns. I have yet to find any such Perfect End, though.
Nevertheless, I am still a youngish man, and I am certain that my
adventures are far from complete.
Once the novelty of satisfying your own selfish desires
through your spiritual works has run its course, and you find your­
self holding all power with nowhere to direct it, look out into the
observable world, and see what needs to be changed. And as our
scope of the world and our ability to access information about it in
real-time has increased, it does not take long to find something to
be concerned about.
You possess the power. All of the tools necessary are here,
in this text. All that remains is to act. The problem that people so
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often get into is when they are using mystical, magickal, or spiritual
methods as a means to escape this world, building mythologies of
"this world is only temporary, and then I'll escape and enter my true
home in the 1 2th dimension:' We exist in physical reality not to es­
cape it once again, but to embrace the flesh and solidify the te mple,
and to bring "heaven" to earth. Turn on, tune in, and then engage!
You must here become a master o rganize r if you are to suc­
ceed. Fulfilling your desires requires the involvement of usually
less than a dozen people, and at most a twenty-four-event chain,
for more difficult demands. If you want to effect fore ign relations;
if you want to not only discover cures for illnesses but cause those
cures to be released to the public; if you want to to p ple re ligi ous
empires; if you want to improve a failing economy, or fail an im­
proving economy; if you want to have a global effect through en­
tirely n onp hysi c al means, from within your Ci rcle of Pacts, you will
sometimes need to alter the observations and behaviors of thou­
sands or more people, and put into effect a chain of events hundreds
of "coi ncidences" long. While this is not a Perfect End, it is without
a doubt exciting while it lasts, to be the Master in the shadows.
With the methods given above in this text, and the remain­
ing given below, we are not only to en rich ourselves, to glori fy and
exalt ourselves, but to change the face of all of the observable world.
You will better the world, yes, or you will worsen it if you have not
yet worked through the need to proj ect some sort of inner imbal­
ance upon the world. You will improve your living conditions, and
those of your sp ecies , certainly, or again, the inverse. But more than
that, much more, is the fact that you are learning not how to be­
come God, but instead you are lea r ning that you are indeed the
Almighty, in a body of flesh . And yo u are learning the true mean­
ing of the word Limitless.

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 CHAPTER EIGHT

The Demonic King

Evoking Azazel and his countless legions night after night,

I found myself being pulled down a corridor, the final atrium into
which I would emerge completely unseen to me.
When I began, when I first summoned that demon into ma­
terialization, I was quite sure of the nature of things, and the mech­
anism by which these spiritual sciences operate. That fiend's first
task was not to teach the secrets of power, as such would indeed be
as pearls cast before the coarsest of swine. Instead, his first task was
to instill doubt, to shatter the supports upon which my every as­
sumption was based. From the foundation of conscious ignorance,
I could then be taught.
Azazel was essentially telling me, through all of my work­
ings with him in the first thirty days of discipline, that the reality
of any thing cannot be relied upon save for in the moment of its
materialization .
Azazel, my great teacher, did not exist in some corner of the
astral plane, descending into physical materialization during the
evocation. Instead, at the moment of evocation, his form, his in­
tellect, his power and his image were made real, created anew from
some quantum soup, from some omnipresent protoplasmic field.
This is not unique to Azazel, nor to spirits or astral entities, but to
everything observable. All of existence is a cat shut in a box, and
only when we peek inside does the nature or form of the cat make
itself manifest.
Such a realization seemed at face-value contrary to the as-

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sumptions I had been making all along - assumptions which made
complete sense and are very helpful in a practical way. Why, then,
would I even continue to evoke at all? If the spirits were facets of
imagination brought to life only in the moment of their evo cation,
is the act of ritual mere psychic and sensory masturbation?
Again, the realization was not that the spirits are not real,
but that nothing is real, nothing exists independent of the observa­
tion of the thing. Retiring from my interactions with those most
unreal things, with the entities that would rise from incense smoke
into full materialization before me, in complete contradiction to
the general observation, would be as silly as retiring from life itself,
realizing that all is Maya.
In fact, once I had put aside the infantile assumptions to
which I had clung for so many years, the whole act of evocation, of
ritual, of practical spirituality sprung to life anew, presenting itself
not as a simple means to an empowered end, but instead being
shown to me as a framework, a template for absolute creation.
With all of my supports crushed beneath me, I pressed for­
ward, calling upon that demon again and again, creating the Infer­
nal Empire while I discovered it, the shores of the undiscovered
country materializing as I neared.
I had made a pact with the most dangerous of demon s,
under whose tutelage the destruction of all of creation was only the
beginning of my path.
Azazel instructed me in greater methods of evocation; con­
straining spirits; influencing reality through spiritual works; he gave
me the names of the Nethers which have been recorded in this text;
he gave me their symbols and their attributes; he stood by as I sum­
moned them and gained their power and siphoned their knowl­
edge. Through Azazel's instruction, and through his invisible
influence over even the molecules of this world, he prepared my
body for my continued empowerment; he prepared the circum­
stances of my life for the raising of my empire; and he prepared my
mind to behold a vision of the Limitlessness that I was about to em­
/,.
brace.
The Pact had sustained me, whereas previous to it my as-

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sumptions had done so. For ninety days, the Pact was the law by
which my life was governed. For ninety days, the Pact was all that
I could count on as being real.

Destroy the pact! Burn the words, and destroy them. And
stand as a King, as the King of kings, unbound.

Azazel wasn't prone to speak in riddles. When he told me

to make myself strong, he meant that I was to make myself strong.
When he told me to quit my employment, my firm went under.
Every prophecy, every instruction that he gave was literal, and was
fulfilled to the letter. Yet, I still searched for his hidden meaning in
telling me to destroy the Pact.
For three days, I meditated on what he could have meant.
For three days, I did not evoke him, or any other spirit. The ninety
days had expired, but I was not yet ready to be released from the
Pact Azazel had taught me much, had taught me a great deal more
than any other entity, demonic, angelic, or human, ever had. But I
knew that I was lingering on the edge of some great realization.
Azazel could not abandon me so suddenly.
In those three days of silence, however, something was
growing inside of me. My confusion became fear. Fear turned to
panic, and panic became anger. Anger became rage.
Enraged on the third day, as the sun was casting sweeping
flames over the desert sky as it retreated behind the western hills , I
cursed that demon for having brought me so far, only to leave me
trembling and trying to pull him against me again, while he turned
and left me .

I grabbed the Pact in my shaking fist, my lips quivering, car­

ing the least that my clutch had wrinkled the paper that I had kept
untouched for the space of three months.
My thumb couldn't strike the wheel of the ligher quickly
enough, the flame flickering off of the metal outlet at the shaking
of my hands.
Damn him. I'll burn the Pact, and I'll burn him if l get the
chance.

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 The paper flared as if soaked in gasoline, but the incarna­
tion of the paper, and the screaming of the spirits as they fled the
fibers back to their ethereal abode didn't sate my rage.
With a beastly growl, forgetting that I was human, that I was
civilized, that I possessed language, I threw my wooden altar across
the room. It shattered, the base separating from the top in splinters.
My glass-j arred candles followed, cracking into dangerous
shards. Skulls and bones that served as fetish itmes, gifts from the
spirits themselves, houses of the dead, were hurled into the pile.
Item after item, tool after tool was smashed, bent, broken, discarded
into the heap of forsaken hope.
Words left me. My lips spat incoherent sounds. I was not
sure what I was doing, or why. Nor did I care.
With the same blind rage, I wrapped the whole debris in my
Circle of Demonic Pacts, drawn on a thick, black mat, and dragged
the lump down the stairs like a murdered corpse, and I stuffed it in
the trunk of my car.
I unloaded the throbbing bulk of relics onto the desert sand
miles away, and soaked it all in lighter fluid. When I dropped the
match on the wet pile and it exploded in flames, my rage vanished.
My legs lost all strength. I fell to the dirt, my screams and
profanities melting into tears. And the ether stirred. The smoke of
the burning pile coalesced. A black satyr rose before me.
"Now we may begin;' the Demon said. And then He van-
ished.
I had made myself an excellent disciple to Azazel, but he de­
manded more. Devotion and discipline had only been the primer
for the understanding which would come, the parts of which I am
able to put into writing given in the remaining text below, and the
rest I am either still trying to decipher, or I understand that I will
never reveal unto the death of this body.
There exists a definite path to Godhood, to the attainment
of all power, all knowledge, and to the quintessence of absolute ex­
istence. The threefold path to Godhood is: Evocation; D amnation;
and Renunciation.

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EVOCATION

A good deal of this work has dealt with the matter of evo­
cation. Evocation is the essential key to spiritual autonomy as it is
the method by which that which is imaginary can be made real,
first to the mundane senses through the materialization of the spirit,
and then to the external world through the verifiable result
achieved.
Holding invisible armies in your command is an amazing
power, but this is merely a type and a shadow, a tangible metaphor
of the greater power of materializing the whole of the world as a
condensed specter of imagination.
In mastering evocation, you concomitantly master your
inner self, your physiology, yo ur emotions, thoughts, even the nor­
mally unconscious electrical output of your brain; you master your
immediate environment, exerting your will over the minor details
of your daily life; and, often only through residual, runoff effects,
your incessant magickal meddling effects the whole of the world,
changing sometimes the course of history as a whole, influencing
people and situations of which you are not, nor never will be aware.
Evocation is the first stage of godhood, and it is the infant
stage. This method, which most magicians aspire to and struggle
for through lifetimes, is only the beginning of the development
from a bipedal mammal to a limitless, deathless, infinite being.

DAMNATION: THE GATEWAY TO LIBERATION

A man cannot rise into exaltation, cannot experience his

own limitlessness so long as he clings to hope, at all. Hope is the
enemy of effort and applied will. When all hope is lost, the indi­
vidual comes to the empowering realization that no one nor no
thing will rescue him from his circumstances, and that his path
forks in opposite directions: either he lays down and dies, or he
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grabs the world by the tail and hurls it in the direction that he de­
sires.
Most world religions, into one of which most of us are born,
teach the crippling principle of hope as if it is some sort of virtue,
to rely not on powers manifest nor on the rewards of effort, but on
the belief that chance will be swayed in our favor.
No human or beast is ever as fierce as when it has nothing
left to lose, when even death is an acceptable second to failure.
Hope had been ripped from many of us early on. I've no­
ticed as I 've met with thousands of Left Hand Path practitioners
that the maj ority of those who dare to ally with demons have suf­
fered some sort of traumatic abuse in their early childhood. Main­
taining hope in the charity of some supposed benevolent deity
simply does not resonate with someone who has experienced cru­
elty at the hands of family, parents, and caretakers. Hope in good­
ness and faith in fellow man is an insult and a joke to a broken child.
When spirituality first becomes important, for the self,
rather than for social or familial acceptance, which usually occurs
in the early teenage years, the world view of the traumatized child
lends more to the understanding that all beings are selfish and
driven by a will to power, and that those beings of spirit are the
same. The demons do not hide their intentions, but are clear that
given the opportunity, they will destroy you. The spiritual entre­
preneur is then able to discover routes of making himself as useful
to the demons and to the demonic cause as the demons can be use­
ful to the Evocator and his cause.
In this process of spiritual self-discovery, on the left hand
side, there are moments of near panic as the adventurer considers
that such diabolical alliances counter the God or the savior with
which they were raised. A severing of the past self often must be
undertaken in order to move forward.
The demons do not allow hope to linger long in their com­
pany. This is the beauty of betrayal, as it agitates the psyche and
keeps the individual from settling too comfortably into any situa­
tion long enough to stagnate.
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self-damnation. When I committed myself to Azazel, I realized that
I could end up dead, enslaved, imprisoned, or worse. It could easily
be argued that I maintained hope that Azazel would treat me kindly,
or would release me from torture after a while, but instead it was
more of a human sacrifice to that Demon, a sacrifice of my own
self, my own life, for the chance to learn and to grow. And yes, there
was hope, and I do think that Azazel saw that I had hope, and he
fed it just enough to keep me interested, and then to dash it to the
ground.
Damnation is indeed the loss of all hope. When even the
demons, the evil spirits who had been my constant allies, when even
the forsaken themselves had forsaken me, I was free to accept my
own Liberation. The individual must be beyond redemption or ex­
altation, so that he can act and think and be, without prejudice,
without censorship. Only in the absence of all hope do we discover
who we really are.

RENUNCIATION

The main difference between Renunciation and Damnation

lies in the flow of the thing. In Damnation, all is taken from us,
even our hope, because of circumstances outside of ourselves.
Through Renunciation, we throw away all that is ours, even our
hope.
Damnation only takes away the objects and the states that
we desire. Through Renunciation, we discard even the desire for
them. To hell with Ascent! To hell with knowledge and power! To
hell with it all! And through the Gotterdammerung surge, all power
and all knowledge descends upon us. We have become Shiva em­
bodied, desiring nothing and thereby gaining everything.
The threefold path to Godhood is Evocation, Damnation,
and Renunciation. Materialize that which is imaginary. Become a
zealot on a hopeless path, a disciple to damnation. Turn yourself
wholly over to the materialization, covenanting with the Prince of

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Lies. And, when you are forsaken, destroy all pacts. Destroy all
lamps. Sever all links to spirits in your past. Die and be born again.
Tabula Rasa.

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 CHAPTER NINE

THE DEVIL'S STONE

Whether they know it or not, every occultist is on a quest

for the Philosopher's Stone, a mythical substance, a perfect element
which acts as a master key to all other elements, allowing for the
transmutation of one element into another, or from the material­
ization of a substantial element from an i nsub stant i al element - the
creation of matter from imagination.
If we can summon forth Azazel, who by his own insistence
is not empirically real, and he can rearrange every minute circum­
stance in our lives; if we can summon his legions, which are also
not in any substantial way real, to full materialization; if we can
command them to obey us and to bring us wealth, love, sex, com­
fort, and knowledge of the unknowable; if we can then erase from
our minds the very connecting memory of our ties with all demons;
and then if, through nothing other than our imagination, we can
build a demonic army and can become like unto Azazel we have
learned the first step in the possession of the philosopher's stone.
Through evocation, we are able to force a rift in known re­
ality, bringing at least the specter of something entirely unreal into
reality. Once that unreal thing becomes observable, it then becomes
real. It is often fairly argued that the observation belongs to only
one observer, and is therefore not "real" in any general sense, but is
an anomalous observation, and therefore can be discarded as unreal

and delusional. However, the effects of the evocation upon this

world, the verifiable alterations in reality, the likes of which have

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filled up my own personal journals, as well as the journals of those
with whom I have worked these wonders.

THE RITUAL OF TRANSMUTATION

OR OF MATERIALIZATION

The demon exists as an imaginary form, most often arche­

typal, and through the ritual of evocation materializes to the mun­
dane senses of the Operator. The Evocator desires a specific end
result, and so he searches grimoires for a demon archetypally linked
with the desired end result. Through the ritual of evocation, that
imaginary form is brought into observable reality, and the Evocator
commands the demon then to fulfill his desire.
The desire for the thing, and the thing itself which is not yet
possessed, is as much an inhabitant of the imagination as the
demon, yet rather than materializing the desired thing directly, we
go about the whole matter by circumvention of the original desire.
I pondered this for a while after my final Renunciation, and
then I experimented. My experiments unveiled a method of more
directly materializing that which I desired, resulting in the fastest,
most pure results, using what I have since called "Blank Evocation;'
otherwise called "The Ritual of Transmutation, or of Materializa­
tion:'
In order to work this Operation, you must be adept in the
art of evocation in general. You must have already experienced the
necessary rapture and the forced materialization of spirits enough
times and with enough intensity to not only be able to immediately
identify the various stages of energetic, psychological, and physio­
logical shifts that occur during the process of evocation, but you
must be able to trigger these internal shifts at will.
The only path is that of first-hand experience. With this,
all secrets will be revealed to you. Without it, the mystery will re­
main mysterious.
Lay out the Circle of Demonic Pacts, so that when kneeling
within the Circle, you are facing north.
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 Set two black candles to either side of you, one in the east
and the other in the west.
Set a large censor before you, in which are laid two or three
charcoal disks. Alternatively, you may set four smaller censors
around the Circle of Pacts, at each cardi n al point, a single charcoal
disk in each.
Shut out all light from the Temple. Ign ite the candles, from
right to left for more beneficial goals, and from left to right for more
nefarious ends. Ignite the charcoal disks, deosil or clockwise for
benevolent goals and widdershins or counterclockwise for malev­
olent goals.
Drop a few pebbles of either copal or frankincense resin in­
cense on each lit coal. A certain mystery of evocation is that the
greater the amount of incense smoke produced, the more easily a
full materialization of the spirit may be facilitated. Other manifes­
tation bases may be used, such as warm blood or some sp ecific
Elixir of Manifestation.• If i n ce n se is used, however, ensure that a
great amount of smoke is produced. I've found that copal sp eci fi ­
cally produces quite a bit of smoke, and that it burns extremely
clean.
As the red coals lique fy the incense resin, bring your atten­
tion to your goal. Your focus should not be the attainment of the
final result in the future, but instead should be the materialization
of the thin g before you, immediately, born not of coincidental align­
ment but brought into b e i ng ex-nihilio, pu shed from your imagi­
nation into this world as a real and visible form.
The fam il i ar rapture specific to evocation is more difficult
to attain in blank evocation, but once the barrier between the imag­
ined and the real is penetrated, the whole veil will be torn in two.
The struggle to maintain consciousness will rush at you, and in that
very moment in the air around you your desired obj ect will mate­
rialize as a variety of phantoms, not spirits with faces and bodies,
but specters of the object itself. If you desire money, instead of
winge d fiends, you may find the air filled with spectral coins and
cash, with healthy bank statements, and with the objects that you
intend to buy with that wealth. If your goal is love or sex, you may
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see your future lover materializing before you. Allow the phantoms
to materialize however they will, simply pushing your desire for
them to come, now, into the air around you.
As there is no information in the collective hallucination
for your specific desire manifest (as there is such an invisible library
of shared information on grimoiric spirits), the stabilization of the
phantoms that you've materialized will need to be fed by you.
Sink even deeper into your rapture, and as your body weak­
ens to the point of near-collapse, that force within you which is om­
nipotent will further activate. All of your strength needs be pushed
violently yet silently into the phantoms of your desire, into the air
around you. Unlike a good many methods of spiritual manifesta­
tion, the desire and the power to make it real is not to be pushed
out of your Ajna Chakra, or your Manipura Chakra, or from your
mouth or your eyes, but instead is to be pushed from every pore,
out of your body, out of your mind, out of your imagination and
emotion, and just outside of the Circle of Pacts.
In the twinkling of an eye, the phantoms will crystallize in
the air, still moving, still dancing, but no longer requiring to be fed,
no longer needing you and your attention to be nurtured.
That which began as a fantasy within your mind has ges­
tated, has been given birth by your own power and will, and has
come into life as an energy and a consciousness independent of you.
Once such crystallization has taken place, a good portion
of the rapture will retract from you. You will then be able to look
around the outside of the Circle of Pacts, at the specters in the air,
and appreciate your creation.
"Go now into the world:' will be your command, and your
dismissal.
In the moment that the phantoms dissipate from view, they
will indeed go into the world, and they will indeed quickly evolve
into physical objects, circumstances, and events, unchanged from
the form that you had originally imagined, but become flesh. And,
indeed, your evolved creations will return to their Maker.
The results of such a blank evocation or Transmutative Rit­
ual are fast. Mine have become nearly instantaneous. When the
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application of the method is perfected, the phantoms will crystalltz.e
as independent energetic forms, and will instantly evolve. And then
your desires will literally fall from the sky.
I have found as I have manipulated the events not only of
my personal life, but of the world at large, that one task must be ap­
proached at a time. Although you are starved, you cannot have
your entree until you've finished what's already before you. Choose
one goal, be it the enrichment of your circumstances or the shifting
of a world at war. Choose one goal, and push that goal from your
ephemeral imagination into physical materialization, first in the
Temple, and then in the world.
In short time, the incense smoke will form the apparition
of your desire, and the apparition will solidify into the physical ob­
ject. This is nothing less than the Philosopher's Stone, the creation
of something from nothing - the attainment of godhood while in
the flesh.
You are now faced with a choice.
Either you can live inside of your imagination, producing
nothing, but in bliss, wholly convinced of your own importance as
a star child or indigo soul, although all physical evidence would
point to your own powerlessness to govern even the most basic as­
pects of your life; or, you can make live that which you imagine,
forcing it from the prison of your inner vision into the world in a
beholdable form, materializing in the fulfillment of all of your
dreams, ambitions, and desires, not lived out in some fantasy of a
"higher realm;' but here and now, in the only moment that is em­
pirically, irreproachably, objectively real.

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And Azazel spoke:

The work which lies before us, now, is to take

dominion over this realm, to make perfect and
lim itless even th is m ost course and barren
physical state.

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 ENDNOTES

Chapter One

1. Leviticus 1 6.8- 1 0. The Holy Bible (King James Version).

Chapter Two

1. Spare, Austin Osman: «Nothing i s real; eve rything is per-

mitted:'

Chapter Four

1. Waite, Arthur Edward. The Book of Ceremonial Magic.

Barnes and Noble Books. 1 999.

Chapter Five

1. Koetting, E.A. Evoking Eternity: Forbidden Rites of Evo-

cation. Leilah Publications. 20 1 1 .
2. Koetting, E.A. Evoking Eternity: Forbidden Rites of Evo-
cation. Leilah Publications. 20 1 1 .
3. Koetting, E.A. Ipsissimus. Leilah Publications. 20 1 1 .

Chapter Six

1. It is also claimed that Azazel and Paimon are one in the

same.

Chapter Seven

1. Evola, Julius. The Yoga o f Power. Inner Traditions Inter-

national. 1 992.
2. Brady, Ian. The Gates of Janus. Feral House. 200 1 .

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Chapter Nine

1. One such Elixir that I have used quite successfully is a com­

bination of sweet, red wine, moss, rat's blood, and a few drops of
my own blood, mixed together and spread on the ground around
the outside perimeter of the Circle, or within the Triangle of Man­
ifestation.

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