After I was initiated as the High Priest of the Coven of the Primal Dawn I began to look for something else. The reality of Magick became more and more intense through practice, and the power was bitter sweet. Embodying a generic Pagan God for the sake of a Coven bowing to me as if I was that God was found to be fruitless after going through the motions for two years.

To be honest, the Coven experience seemed to be not much more than a social club, though the social activities sometimes came with interesting drama and benefits. All my intense results and experiences came from my work behind closed doors for the most part, and the magick I employed was far beyond Coven structure. The divine force which was growing within was darker and beyond such trappings of mainstream Pagan thought. The title of High Priest, though it was something I once sought out could not quench my thirst for power as I thought it would. I began to explore darker aspects of the witch’s craft, more specifically operations of evocation.

It was King Belial who became the focal point of this learning process. I called upon no one else during my initial operations of evocation. Something about his sigil pulled me into it, and I wanted to pull his power into myself. I had no clue what I was doing literally or figuratively. I decided I would simply attempt to summon this one demonic King until success was achieved. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I evoked Belial for nine months straight, yet the journal which was supposed to record my interactions remained as empty as my hardened heart.

I strained and pushed myself to behold his power and might daily, yet it all seemed to be fruitless. I felt that it was all in vain. I saw no vision. I heard no thunderous voice and my frustrations grew. One night, I could take no more of the chaos and confusion that was my life nor could I stand any of the weakness that came with it. I was exhausted from working as a slave and not sleeping and my rage toward life seemed to become the base for Belial's manifestation within this specific witching hour. I demanded success in this operation. It seemed that the only stable thing I had in my life at this point was this fruitless work.

I lit the incense blend of Mullein and Frankincense and I attempted to call Belial forth once again. Spiritual winds began to blow around my hands this time. They seemed like hot desert winds which were indeed felt with my physical senses. What seemed to be heat rising off a car hood in the middle of a Texas summer day began to rise within the triangle that I had made from masking tape upon the floor. The hair on my body stood up as if it had its own will. It wanted to run out of the temple leaving the body which it inhabited behind. The astral winds began to completely envelop me. They were vibrating so intensely that it sounded like the buzzing of millions upon millions of flies. As this experience reached its climax I fell to my knees and looked up to behold him. There he was, Belial Lord of the Abyss.

He spoke to me for the first time, yet it seemed as if this same voice had been guiding me for quite a while. His words validated that assumption:

I perceived my life from a point in time long before his sigil seemed to magnetically pull at me. I saw how I was breaking down to nothingness, to the point of rock bottom. From the abysmal depths I rose from this nothingness. Income came from out of the aethyr, though it was not always legal. A business was handed to me and I was able to live out my passion as a martial arts instructor. Brawls on the street served to either gain respect or to obtain allies through common mutual enemies. I will not say that these fights always ended in painless victory, but they all served a greater purpose. I became fortified and surrounded by people who would go to war with me if needed. If the war was not needed then they were there to drink with me, party, and have fun. Women were drawn to me. Specifically, married women and through Belial’s influence many sacred vows of union made in the presence of God were broken for the glory of the fulfillment of the Demonic Kings infernal lusts.

I saw how sin had become a path to power and fulfillment of that which I desired. Before this evocative success I saw failure in my life, yet now I saw nothing but success. I had achieved so much. In fact, I had achieved more in one lifetime than most could achieve in many. I studied drafting, power equipment mechanics and I got certified as a personal trainer. I obtained the equivalent of a two-year Bible degree, yet it all seemed fruitless. I was a bit confused because of this. I realized that I thought I had failed simply because my life did not fit within the typical social mold. I realized that life was in some ways a game, and that the world was my playground. I saw that Belial had been showing me how to play for quite some time. I could not perceive it because I was too pathetic to see the power being wielded in front of my face. All this time I had been completely taking it for granted. Although I was unable to see it, much less admit to it residual social programming remained within me like a cage holding back my personal growth and liberation. Even as a witch this programming kept me from seeing the potential of sin and the power of circumventing the will of God and breaking the structure of the social norm. Belial continued to speak after I had this almost instantaneous revelation of what had truly occurred the past two years of my life:

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