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Undeniable PROOF Of Demonic Poltergeist Through Pyromancy In Ritual Evocation With Azazel... Train Yourself To Recognize And Interpret Ritual Omens To Experience Clearer Gnosis
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| E.A. Koetting |
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You may watch my video on this newsletter topic and see my ritual video right here.
Hello Friend,
Like many magicians, I open every ritual by ringing a bell.
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Well, actually, not a bell in my case, but a bowl. A Tibetan singing bowl that, when struck with its mallet, emits a deep, resonant vibration that clears the air, clears my mind, and signals the start of the ritual.
I have developed a pretty hard rule that from the moment the bell or bowl is rung until the moment in which I blow out the candles and say “So it is done,” everything that I observe is a part of the ritual.
Whether I witness an energetic orb materialize and float across the room, if incense smoke assumes the shape of a face, or if I hear a voice from nowhere calling my name, if an earthquake shakes my Temple, or if a forest grove is rattled with wind at the invocation of the spirit, or a symphony of sirens screams as they zoom next to my home, I know that all of these are signs, omens from the powers or the spirits that I am contacting.
Even though I may engaged in silent, telepathic communication with the entity, or perhaps even hearing its voice aloud or seeing its face before me, I cannot overstate the fact that these entities communicate with you on multiple levels in a variety of ways… all simultaneously!
While pathworking Azazel, I witnessed a few such omens manifesting in exact timing with questions asked and answered and at the peak of the most important rituals that I performed.
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Azazel’s Voice Became Thunder! |
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My first ritual with Azazel was one of self-dedication.
I rang my singing bowl 9 times, calling each of the 9 Gatekeepers in. Once their invisible yet inarguable presences were manifest, I addressed Amaymon, thanking him for all that he taught me, and insuring that although I was moving on to Azazel as my new demonic mentor, that Amaymon would always be with me.
I then called out to Azazel, and in the very moment that I commanded him to rise and speak, the sky outside rumbled, lightning cracking the sky and thunder rolling over the desert outside.
Rather than ignoring this, I stated aloud:
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Azazel, the sky has blackened for you! The sky is blackened for you. The sky is blackened to herald your coming. There's a storm, a storm that is blowing, a storm that is ripping across this land. This storm was not here, not until I called it, not until I stirred up evil!
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Not only did Azazel’s presence multiply in the moment that I verified this omen, the storm outside multiplied, the crashes and booms of thunder and the wind’s rattling of the house continued throughout the ritual, always as punctuation to the greater conversation underway with Azazel.
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Flickering Flames While Scrying |
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Although a flickering candle flame can usually be dismissed due to wind, melting wax, or other normal coincidences, when the wick of a candle seems to explode at the height of the ritual, in the same moment that I finish saying “Communicate to me, Azazel,” it would be rude to ignore such a sign, to say the least.
The same startling mini-explosions occurred several times in that scrying session. The black, tapered candles that I had used had never popped or crackled or even noticeably flickered prior to this ritual, and I haven’t seen them do so since.
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An Evocation Packed With Poltergeists |
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Although every ritual and every piece of contact that I made with Azazel was profound and accentuated by omens nearly every time, when I summoned Azazel to full materialization in a ritual of evocation, he made sure that there would be no room in me for doubt.
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The brazier that held a single hot coal topped with a few grains of copal resin incense, which in my decade or more of use has always melted into liquid, in that moment, punctuated the demon’s most pointed statement by bursting into flames. The resin incense was the same brand and batch that I’ve used for dozens of evocations. The coals were not different. The brazier was not different. I walked around the altar to the triangle and looked inside of the censer, to see that the incense had melted the same as always, that the coals were still red hot and clothed in white ash, and I could see no additional contaminants that would even be capable of catching flame.
No physical thing had changed that would cause fire to erupt for no reason, from nowhere, burning nothing.
I blew out the fire inside the bowl, sending a thick column of smoke into the air in continuous streams, and I returned to the altar and again scried into incense smoke.
As my vision reawakened, I saw Azazel’s face emerge from the smoke, not hidden by the veil of incense, but protruding out from it.
In the moment that I saw it, the incense brazier again burst into flames.
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I’m sure that these instances could be explained away by some rational thought or logical proposition. And, in normal circumstances, I wouldn’t hesitate to consider all possibilities as viable.
The same sense of skeptical evaluation is absent from me in ritual, because from the moment the bell or bowl is rung until the moment in which I blow out the candles and say “So it is done,” everything that I observe is a part of the ritual, and is the voice of magick or of the spirit that I have summoned speaking to me, as I have commanded.
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