I Accept The Mark Of The Covenant

Watch a 10 minute pre-ritual that I performed to heighten my senses prior to my Black Sun Covenant • Streaming 11:00 A.M. Today

After doing this for at least a couple of years, I started to shift what was going on internally, and it had a huge impact on how I come across on the screen.

In my mind, once I’ve set the cameras up, have kicked on the lighting setup, wire myself for audio, and hit the record button, I’m no longer in my Temple. Instead, I imagine that I’m standing in the room with you, and we’re just having a one-on-one conversation. As soon as I get my head into that personal interactive space, it feels like I can do no wrong. My thoughts, opinions, knowledge, and experience just flows out of me with minimal slip-ups or retakes, and within a half an hour or less I have some great footage to take to the editing room.

I’ll scan through the video files to make sure that I’ve positioned and focused the cameras properly, that my exposure, white balance, and color temperatures look good, and that there are no obvious issues with how everything looks, and then it goes into editing.

But everything changes when I switch from teaching ritual magick into the mode of using ritual magick.

When I agreed to take the journey into video, I had no idea what kinds of things the footage might reveal… to myself, as well as to the world.

When I turn the lights and cameras on to perform a ritual on film, I have to push myself deep into the ritual, forgetting about the equipment running, forgetting about the camera’s ISO settings or what my white balance is set on. And then I have to go even deeper, forgetting that the camera is there, forgetting that anyone will ever see what I am about to do.

I ring my bell to start the ritual, and I let go of myself entirely.

It’s taken a lot of time and a lot of ritual, but I have become more capable of losing myself in it than I ever imagined, cameras rolling or not.

As the energy rises within me, I freely express it through words or gestures. I give my body over to the magick and I watch my hands move to the altar as if I have become a marionette for something I don’t quite comprehend.

As the power moves inside the Temple, I move with it, swaying or slumping, freezing or throwing myself to the ground.

As the spirit rises in the smoke and air I give myself over to it, evoking or invoking, speaking with it freely, or letting it speak through me.

I no longer resist.

When I scan through the footage of myself in ritual, there are times when I just can’t watch it. There are moments in these ritual videos when something clicks and it is very obvious that what I am seeing is no longer myself, but that something else has taken my place.

I do have a couple “tells” that I can spot right away when the power surge kicks in. For example: I never knew that my eyes rolled back in ritual until after filming myself performing several rituals. I’m not sure that I can even do that at will, but nearly every time I look through ritual videos, that is one of the first signs that things have kicked up a gear.

It’s all downhill from there. Before long, my skin looks entirely different, like it’s not skin at all anymore but has become rubbery. The words that I speak are not my words, not in my cadence, sometimes not even in my language. The voice is not my own, sometimes sounding like gravel, sometimes drifting like a light breeze, sometimes belted out of me through gnashing teeth.

The deeper into the Communion I go, the harder it is to watch afterwards. By the time the footage is showing me events, communications, or details of which I have no conscious recollection, I am holding myself back from vomiting. I can’t explain why, really… it’s just something about seeing my own body being used like a demon’s sock puppet, I guess.

This most recent video capturing the Black Sun Covenant Ritual was one of the most intense. I threw myself into it without any reservation, and the gravity of the Black Sun pulled me deeper.

In truth, the things that I learned directly from Lucifer-Amaymon, all of which are recorded in my Grimoire of Amaymon, have opened new depths within myself. The floors of my psyche have fallen away and I am in free falling into Darkness. And I am terrified. And I never want it to end!

The thing about black magick is, if you’re doing it right, it never gets old! The day that I feel like I am punching a time clock when I sit down to start to a ritual will be the day that I step away. As intense as it keeps getting, though, I don’t see that day ever coming.

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