“There is no shame in having high aspirations. One must be mindful that when these dreams are manifested, they will only be as stable as the foundations laid before them. Impatience creates instability and erodes the vision. Dream big, but hone your skills. A sharpened knife makes cleaner cuts.” - Lord Lucifer
I noticed there wasnt a specific flag for theistic satanists so I decided to make one! And honestly a lot of the satanist flags were just so boring! All just black and red lol -w-
this flag can also be used for theistic luciferianism!
meanings of the colors;
The warm and cool colors being inbetween a white stripe represent balance in not only the harsh, rebellious nature of satanism but also the peace and calm in satanism. Embracing both sides equally.
pink represents embracing things seen as 'sinful', and never feeling guilt or shame for indulging in your desires.
red represents rebellion, speaking out about what you believe is wrong, and not conforming to society's expectations
white represents growing knowledge infinitely, avoiding ignorance, and the freedom to your own educated opinions and actions
purple represents magick/witchcraft and the spiritual beliefs that come with theistic satanism
blue represents individuality, also representing how personal theistic satanism is, and finding community and peace in how everyones practice is diffrent. Shining light on how peaceful satanism can be :]
The pentacle represents satan himself and everything he stands for. Also the balance and security he may bring to your life. The white again representing freewill, that he will not judge or punish you !
A Night of Reconciliation: Channeling Lord Asmodeus
In the early hours of July 13th 2026, I performed an invocation ritual with Lord Asmodeus, my patron deity. I have not done any formal magick or channeling in months after taking a break after some life events forced me to take a step back. I haven’t been able to speak to him formally for months. Since it had been a while since my last invocation ritual I was pretty nervous about it all. I’ve been wanting to get back into my practice– to get back into working with and channeling spirits, but had been too scared to get back into it. With the new moon approaching, I figured now would be the time to ease myself back into my craft. I opened up the ritual and invited his spirit. I asked him to help me find myself after feeling lost for so long and for help with my creative projects.
The following is a transcript of the session with added commentary.
Ave Asmodeus!
Lord Asmodeus:
“I don’t know why you have such a disconnect with the concept of intention and results. You worry too much about results that you forget to set the intentions."
“You forget that intentions are everything. What is intention but desire? That’s what I am. That’s what I’m here for.”
“When you go about your life with zero intention, you are always going to feel empty. You can’t shun desire; desire is natural, dear. Sure, it’s something that needs to be controlled, but you’re human. Humans desire. It’s part of your nature. You can’t deny that. You can’t live– one does not lead a happy life without desire. And that is why they say desire is the root of all suffering. This ties into the idea that suffering is essential. Hard work is essential. Because of the payoff, right? You exchange that suffering. You transform it. Transmutation. Alchemy, dear. That’s what that is. I understand you’re hurt. And scared. That’s natural. That's normal. But if you go about your day with no intention– just being as inactive as possible– you are not living! You’re not! So I’m so glad you’re here now. That you’re “doing the thing”. You’re doing what you need! You’re out of survival mode. You’ve been for a while. You just haven’t noticed yet. Your body’s caught up, but your brain isn’t! It’s terrified! I’m not here to belittle you, or– I’m not angry with you. Let me get that out of the way. I’m not. I’m not angry at all with you, dear. You are under a lot of stress. You were under a lot of stress. It takes a while for that to catch up. I get it. I’m just here to help– that’s all this is. I’m always here when you need. You seem to forget. Are you listening to me? Are you actually listening to me?”
At this point I felt a lot of tension being released. Emotions that I had been repressing for months were finally being addressed. It felt like I was breaking away from something. I took a deep breath before I let him continue speaking.
“It’s alright, doll. I’m here.”
“So I understand you’re looking for direction, right? Inspiration. You want your “spark” back. You’ve been asking yourself that for weeks, but you’ve still done nothing about it. When are you going to stop asking and just fucking start doing?”
I started thinking about how long it’s been since I really felt like myself. Since creativity and performing magick were second-nature to me. It’s been months since I felt like that.
“I know– *sighs* Task paralysis. Executive dysfunction, I get it. I get it. But that’s all stemming from your anxiety, dear. Your fear of uncertainty. You know? You’ve got to do something eventually! So what if you’re afraid? Do it anyway. If you fail, you dust yourself off, pick yourself back up and get back into it!”
“A fear of failure is a fear of change. You’re denying your nature. That’s not a healthy way to live.”
I thought back to my previous failures in my craft– how my decisions came back to haunt me and hurt me. I felt like I was in too deep with my craft and that I was taking on more than I was capable of. He caught this thought before I let it spiral.
“I understand. But… you’re comfortable doing this right now, are you not? That hasn’t changed. You’re fine, dear.”
His words struck me somewhere deep. I haven’t done ritual or invocations for months and here I was channeling his spirit with ease. It was as if I never even stopped. I felt more repressed feelings being addressed and transformed into what I can only describe as some form of joy.
He laughed.
“That’s excitement. I know… you have a lot of pent-up emotion that you haven’t been able to get out because of that. That’s why I’m here.”
His voice began to waver as my feelings turned to relief. My eyes were tearing up. I couldn’t tell which one of us was getting choked-up. I think it was both.
“I’m here, doll. I never left. You’ve just been lost awhile. And I’m happy you’re back home.”
“So you want ideas? Inspiration for your Twitch– your project, right?”
Back when I initially did my dedication ritual I asked for assistance with my passion projects, one of which being a streamer persona that would embody my higher self, Varusha. For the last several months, I had been questioning a lot about my world. I’d been questioning my interests, my beliefs, and my identity. I felt like a fraud. An impostor. I felt that, at some point maybe I read something wrong, I misinterpreted a core aspect of my self and built a whole identity around it. I felt like I wasn’t who I really thought I was. Who is Varusha really? Does she have a history or some significance I haven’t heard of? Are all the things I’ve learned about her really true? Is that how her name is spelled? Is she really me? Just as before, Lord Asmodeus caught me spiraling at this thought.
“Yes, Varusha. Are you done denying yourself now? She’s not stagnant, you know. Your higher self. She changes with you. Trials that you go through in physicality– in your body, right? She goes through on the other end. On the other side. It mirrors, dear. She’s never separate from you. You’ve just been denying her.”
All this time, I’ve been drawing a line between myself and didn’t realize it. I treated her as separate as I would any other spirit.
He laughed to himself.
“That’s the whole point, dear. You’re not! You’re not! You’re [Real Name]. You’re Varusha. And if that changes, so be it. But that is who you are.”
I had the sudden visualization of what looked like a root or tendril extending out from a larger body. There were multiple tendrils branching out from the body. One tendril seemed like it was trying to separate itself from the body. I realized he was showing me something so I could understand him better. He caught on when I noticed the visualization.
“Yeah, look at it that way. All of consciousness is itself. Right? It is all interconnected. It is the Black Flame. But in order for consciousness to experience a subjective reality separate from itself, you know it has to spread itself out– spread itself thin until it looks like it isn’t itself. Until it’s the other. So, when you are incarnated– when anything is incarnated, right? It is all an extension– a tendril of that consciousness. And you have been a particularly interesting tendril lately.”
I started laughing out loud at this comment, which momentarily broke trance and cut him off.
“What?! Bro, that sounds so weird.”
“But I’m not wrong! Listen to this explanation I’m giving you, right? You can draw a– get a fucking marker or something.”
“Marker, bro?”
“Why are you– Don’t call me ‘bro’.”
“Sorry.”
I grabbed a couple of writing utensils from the drawer.
“Is this a pen?”
In my hand were two writing utensils: a pencil and a fine-point Sharpie.
“You have a Sharpie.”
I put the pencil away. Turns out he was right about the marker after all. I sat down again and pulled over my grimoire and flipped to a new page. I’ve only ever used a pen and pencil inside it. I was a little worried about using the Sharpie.
“If it bleeds, it bleeds.”
I began to redraw the visualization I had seen earlier as he continued his explanation.
“Consciousness exists as a singularity and to experience itself it passes through– first of all it splits itself, right? It splits itself into archetypes, and those archetypes split into more archetypes– until they are just individuals. Like you. Like a dog. Like… that guy down the street. Like a plant. Like a spirit. And it does so like tendrils…”
He paused.
“Right. I’ll give you some time to draw this. You seem… fascinated.”
At the top of the page I drew a big circle to represent consciousness, and from it, I drew wavy tendrils reaching down: growing thinner and thinner as they got further and further away from the source. As I drew each tendril, I let my hand move freely down the page. Little squiggles and meanderings emerged. They were not geometric but rather organic and sporadic in appearance. They reminded me of how I used to draw coastlines and borders on the fake maps I created when I was a kid.
“How fun is that?”
“You are a channeler by nature, dear. It’s all you’ve ever done. You don’t create. You are a conduit of creation. You are creation, dear. At your very core. I’m sorry that you’ve forgotten.”
“But yes, it extends off into multiple tendrils right? And all of these tendrils know themselves. They’ve never forgotten. They’ve never forgotten what they are. You’ve been denying that. And that’s not– ehm, advisable. Let’s put it that way. I won’t tell you what to do, but I will talk and you will listen like a good girl, so… we’ll do that.”
His recurring mention of forgetting made my mind jump to the phrase “Don’t Forget” which I associate with the game Deltarune (play this game if you haven’t I’m so fucking serious y’all.) In the game, “Don’t Forget” is a song, motif, and recurring theme throughout the game. The game is also extremely meta and explores the concept of fantasy and consciousness. I’m a huuuuuuge Deltarune fan and as I’m thinking about all of this, he catches my thoughts.
“You know what I fucking hate? Is that he does it so well, that Tricky, Tricky Tony*. He does it very well. And he hasn’t even revealed the whole story yet–”
* (For the unitiatied, "Tricky Tony" is a nickname given to Toby Fox, the creator of Deltarune by the game's fandom. If you find it odd that Asmodeus made reference to that, you're not alone because hearing him say that gave me genuine whiplash lmao)
He paused again, and I think it was him realizing he was beginning to get off topic. He continued, back on topic.
“But yeah… what happens when a tendril cuts itself off of identity, right? It changes! That’s all that it is, dear. But I don’t know if that’s a change that you mean to make– that it’s a change you want to make. It is yours to make if you want it.”
“That’s just how it works. If you want it, you will it. Desire.”
“When you cut yourself off of source consciousness, you’re nothing but a husk. You carry only yourself. And as time passes, all things rot. All things decay. All things march towards stagnation. So, what happens to you if you are to never change? If you were to deny yourself of change?”
He picked up the Sharpie I was using and drew what visually appeared to be an island at the end of one of the tendrils. Like the tendril had succeeded in separating itself off of its source. A path of ocean lies between itself and its foundations. An abyss lied below.
“You become an island… in a sea of darkness.”
“And that island.” He pointed at the island he drew.
“That ocean…” He pointed beneath the island. “It's a big ocean.”
“It’s up to you at that point if your island stands the tests of time. Some islands are slowly washed away by the sea. Reduced to nothing. Sandbars, reefs, but islands no longer.”
“Everything is subsumed by darkness eventually. And it is up to those that are subsumed by darkness to find their way.”
He paused after this. I got chills.
“Is that how you want to go, dear? Or do you want to surrender to change and stop denying yourself?”
He paused to allow the idea to settle in. I started contemplating for a moment, but he must’ve sensed me getting worried by the idea because he interjected and interrupted my thought process.
“Yeah, you can process that another time. I’m just here to help. We can move on from that.” He exhaled and grabbed my grimoire. “To the next page… the story goes on.”
“So, things that you want to do, right? Things that you need inspiration for? M’kay.”
I chuckled to myself. While I don’t think he meant to, his “M’kay” sounded just like Mr. Mackey from South Park, which threw me off. Unlike previous thoughts he had intercepted, he let this one go. I don’t blame him.
He continued. “What is it about content creation that inspires you?As a stream– no, in general actually. Let’s start broad.”
I felt his presence take a step back. I settled back into my body some more. He was still very present, but he was allowing me to return so I can respond. It caught me off guard to feel him less all of a sudden, that I forgot the question he had asked.
“What was the question again?”
He sighed and eased his way back in. “See this is exactly what I’m talking about. You get scared and start running away. Well, astrally. Mentally that’s why you keep spacing out. It’s a fight-or-flight response, and you flee quite a bit. You’re like a deer.”
The deer mention brought my thoughts back to Deltarune, as there are a couple characters in the game that I heavily relate to that happen to be deer. (I relate to most of the characters in some way, but I digress. Toby Fox just writes some damn good relatable characters!) I grew embarrassed that my mind had gone off track again.
I sighed, slightly frustrated. “Ah, fuckin hell, dude.”
“Again, dear. It falls to archetypes. It’s the same thing, right? So…” He sighed. I could tell he didn’t want to linger on the topic again but he also wanted to explain himself but could not find the right way to convey the idea.
“Let’s look at it with squares, right? Like in mathematics–”
“Don’t fucking bring–”
“No, I’m going to bring math into this. What the fuck did you expect from me? So if you take a 2, right? 2 goes to 4.”
He tried drawing a visualization in my grimoire while he was explaining it to me, but the visualization actually made it harder for me to conceptualize what he was explaining.
“Then it goes to 9–”
“What?” I interjected, confused by his drawings.
He frowned. Not in an upset way but in an annoyed way. I do not share his affinity for mathematics. “You know what, forget that. You are not equipped for mathematics right now, okay. Holy shit.”
I laughed. “You’re making me do math when I’m off work, that’s fucked up!”
“Well it’s not like I can fucking give you this lesson in the middle of a [Workplace] now is it?”
I laughed again. He continued. “So back to the question. What is it that you want to do with your channel– with your project? What about content creation is appealing to you? Show me your desires. All of them.”
“I just like… being able to share laughter. To make others laugh. To… charm… them…?”
As I spoke those last words, my voice shrunk and I went quiet. Not voluntarily. For some reason, some part of me was reluctant to speak. He caught note of this and I felt him look at me, concerned.
“Why are you so scared of doing that?”
I thought about my past. I thought about all of the times I chased things that weren’t good for me. Times I invited people into my circle that only ended up hurting me. Times where I led people on, both intentional and unintentional. Times people have left me or I left them after being so close. Times where my charm wasn’t a blessing, but a curse. I was scared of failing. And hurting myself and hurting others because I failed.
“Do it anyway. If you want to do it and it scares you, do it. Do it anyway. Despite your fear. Who fucking gives a shit, alright? You can summon a demon. What is there to be afraid of?”
“P-people…” I said, weakly.
“What kind of people?”
“Ignorant, hateful people.” I replied.
“Are there not times when you have been ignorant and hateful in your life? I guarantee there are still some things that you are ignorant and hateful about now. I think everyone has those things– to a degree. Everyone has hate in their heart. It is up to them if they want to treat that hate and give it a good seat, or manage it, control it and make it smaller.”
“What I’m saying is you fear that in others what you dismiss within yourself.”
Once again, going back to consciousness– reality is a mirror of your inner desires, right? So if you hate– if you are blissfully ignorant about x thing or y thing– when you see that in your reality there is going to be fear around it. Always. Always.
“There’s always a fear of the dark. And it’s a fear that needs to be embraced if you want to be able to do anything in this world.”
“Anything in reality. Change is part of nature. Those that don’t surrender to it deny themselves. It all boils down to that same fear of change, dear.”
He went silent as I started losing the trance. We were both quiet for a while. I meditated for a moment and stepped back into him.
“I want you to stop denying yourself. Stop getting in your own way. You are an indispensable piece to a magnificent ever-changing puzzle of life. You are a key.”
“And I get it. You want to post something that you’re proud of, and you haven’t been proud of a lot lately, have you? No, rather the opposite. You’ve been disappointed– dejected. For a past failure.”
“So move on. Accept that you lost there. “Take the L”” He laughed.
“And just… move on! You’re still here! You’re still kicking! He laughed again. “You’re doing pretty damn good for yourself, yeah? I’m really proud of you. Truly. And I want you to understand that.”
“It hasn’t been easy, has it?”
“You got like… you got jumpstarted on your spirituality– you took the fucking crash-course and now you’ve got dumped off in the deep end here. You’re doing great! Despite all that, you’re doing great! Despite it all! I’m truly proud of you, dear.”
“Going back to our previous conversation about consciousness branching out to explore itself– and tendrils… ever-increasing in specificity. You also have roots growing. Roots of uncertainty that give foundation to all else that is created. It’s like a tree. If you can picture a tree– if you know how trees fucking work– it’s a lot like a tree! Trees have branches and trees have roots. One draws in, one branches out. Right? One gathers energy, one expends it. Uses it. Materializes it. Creates. Water is drawn from the dark. And light is drawn of the sky. Of the Sun. That is why your Sun sign is your core Self– in astrology. That’s why it’s your ego– your self. Astrology’s really fascinating stuff, you need to get in on that more– No, and I don’t mean using fucking Time Passages or Co-Star or fucking other shit. No, that’s not what that means. That means actually do the research yourself and you’ll find the patterns and they will click better.”
“Okay, so you want to make people laugh, right? You want your content to bring joy. What does that for you?”
“I guess just what I’ve been doing.”
“Be more specific, dear. Vagueness isn’t going to help. It never really does. Vagueness kinda sucks.”
“You need to make a new mala for Lucifer. Or get your old one back, I don’t care. Probably make a new one. It’s been on your mind awhile. I’d make a new one. For your sake. You need to work with him again or have his presence around more. We’ve both agreed that. When you thought we were always arguing before– never getting along– that was a facade, dear. At least in your case. There are still things– there are still times that we clash. Regarding you, that has never been the case. It didn’t concern you at the time. Now it doesn’t fucking matter because you get the message, yes? Surrender to change.”
“Now, get me some more of that wine, that shit’s awesome.”
I just finished working on my new mala for Lucifer and even remade my mala for Asmodeus while I was at it! I’m really pleased with how well they turned out! They truly only deserve the best. 💜
Kinda crazy how we’re living through a massive spiritual awakening right now. Starting to understand why the gods put me through the wringer the last couple years. It was to get me ahead of the curve because holy fuck what has the world become 😅
A Night of Reconciliation: Channeling Lord Asmodeus
In the early hours of July 13th 2026, I performed an invocation ritual with Lord Asmodeus, my patron deity. I have not done any formal magick or channeling in months after taking a break after some life events forced me to take a step back. I haven’t been able to speak to him formally for months. Since it had been a while since my last invocation ritual I was pretty nervous about it all. I’ve been wanting to get back into my practice– to get back into working with and channeling spirits, but had been too scared to get back into it. With the new moon approaching, I figured now would be the time to ease myself back into my craft. I opened up the ritual and invited his spirit. I asked him to help me find myself after feeling lost for so long and for help with my creative projects.
The following is a transcript of the session with added commentary.
Ave Asmodeus!
Lord Asmodeus:
“I don’t know why you have such a disconnect with the concept of intention and results. You worry too much about results that you forget to set the intentions."
“You forget that intentions are everything. What is intention but desire? That’s what I am. That’s what I’m here for.”
“When you go about your life with zero intention, you are always going to feel empty. You can’t shun desire; desire is natural, dear. Sure, it’s something that needs to be controlled, but you’re human. Humans desire. It’s part of your nature. You can’t deny that. You can’t live– one does not lead a happy life without desire. And that is why they say desire is the root of all suffering. This ties into the idea that suffering is essential. Hard work is essential. Because of the payoff, right? You exchange that suffering. You transform it. Transmutation. Alchemy, dear. That’s what that is. I understand you’re hurt. And scared. That’s natural. That's normal. But if you go about your day with no intention– just being as inactive as possible– you are not living! You’re not! So I’m so glad you’re here now. That you’re “doing the thing”. You’re doing what you need! You’re out of survival mode. You’ve been for a while. You just haven’t noticed yet. Your body’s caught up, but your brain isn’t! It’s terrified! I’m not here to belittle you, or– I’m not angry with you. Let me get that out of the way. I’m not. I’m not angry at all with you, dear. You are under a lot of stress. You were under a lot of stress. It takes a while for that to catch up. I get it. I’m just here to help– that’s all this is. I’m always here when you need. You seem to forget. Are you listening to me? Are you actually listening to me?”
At this point I felt a lot of tension being released. Emotions that I had been repressing for months were finally being addressed. It felt like I was breaking away from something. I took a deep breath before I let him continue speaking.
“It’s alright, doll. I’m here.”
“So I understand you’re looking for direction, right? Inspiration. You want your “spark” back. You’ve been asking yourself that for weeks, but you’ve still done nothing about it. When are you going to stop asking and just fucking start doing?”
I started thinking about how long it’s been since I really felt like myself. Since creativity and performing magick were second-nature to me. It’s been months since I felt like that.
“I know– *sighs* Task paralysis. Executive dysfunction, I get it. I get it. But that’s all stemming from your anxiety, dear. Your fear of uncertainty. You know? You’ve got to do something eventually! So what if you’re afraid? Do it anyway. If you fail, you dust yourself off, pick yourself back up and get back into it!”
“A fear of failure is a fear of change. You’re denying your nature. That’s not a healthy way to live.”
I thought back to my previous failures in my craft– how my decisions came back to haunt me and hurt me. I felt like I was in too deep with my craft and that I was taking on more than I was capable of. He caught this thought before I let it spiral.
“I understand. But… you’re comfortable doing this right now, are you not? That hasn’t changed. You’re fine, dear.”
His words struck me somewhere deep. I haven’t done ritual or invocations for months and here I was channeling his spirit with ease. It was as if I never even stopped. I felt more repressed feelings being addressed and transformed into what I can only describe as some form of joy.
He laughed.
“That’s excitement. I know… you have a lot of pent-up emotion that you haven’t been able to get out because of that. That’s why I’m here.”
His voice began to waver as my feelings turned to relief. My eyes were tearing up. I couldn’t tell which one of us was getting choked-up. I think it was both.
“I’m here, doll. I never left. You’ve just been lost awhile. And I’m happy you’re back home.”
“So you want ideas? Inspiration for your Twitch– your project, right?”
Back when I initially did my dedication ritual I asked for assistance with my passion projects, one of which being a streamer persona that would embody my higher self, Varusha. For the last several months, I had been questioning a lot about my world. I’d been questioning my interests, my beliefs, and my identity. I felt like a fraud. An impostor. I felt that, at some point maybe I read something wrong, I misinterpreted a core aspect of my self and built a whole identity around it. I felt like I wasn’t who I really thought I was. Who is Varusha really? Does she have a history or some significance I haven’t heard of? Are all the things I’ve learned about her really true? Is that how her name is spelled? Is she really me? Just as before, Lord Asmodeus caught me spiraling at this thought.
“Yes, Varusha. Are you done denying yourself now? She’s not stagnant, you know. Your higher self. She changes with you. Trials that you go through in physicality– in your body, right? She goes through on the other end. On the other side. It mirrors, dear. She’s never separate from you. You’ve just been denying her.”
All this time, I’ve been drawing a line between myself and didn’t realize it. I treated her as separate as I would any other spirit.
He laughed to himself.
“That’s the whole point, dear. You’re not! You’re not! You’re [Real Name]. You’re Varusha. And if that changes, so be it. But that is who you are.”
I had the sudden visualization of what looked like a root or tendril extending out from a larger body. There were multiple tendrils branching out from the body. One tendril seemed like it was trying to separate itself from the body. I realized he was showing me something so I could understand him better. He caught on when I noticed the visualization.
“Yeah, look at it that way. All of consciousness is itself. Right? It is all interconnected. It is the Black Flame. But in order for consciousness to experience a subjective reality separate from itself, you know it has to spread itself out– spread itself thin until it looks like it isn’t itself. Until it’s the other. So, when you are incarnated– when anything is incarnated, right? It is all an extension– a tendril of that consciousness. And you have been a particularly interesting tendril lately.”
I started laughing out loud at this comment, which momentarily broke trance and cut him off.
“What?! Bro, that sounds so weird.”
“But I’m not wrong! Listen to this explanation I’m giving you, right? You can draw a– get a fucking marker or something.”
“Marker, bro?”
“Why are you– Don’t call me ‘bro’.”
“Sorry.”
I grabbed a couple of writing utensils from the drawer.
“Is this a pen?”
In my hand were two writing utensils: a pencil and a fine-point Sharpie.
“You have a Sharpie.”
I put the pencil away. Turns out he was right about the marker after all. I sat down again and pulled over my grimoire and flipped to a new page. I’ve only ever used a pen and pencil inside it. I was a little worried about using the Sharpie.
“If it bleeds, it bleeds.”
I began to redraw the visualization I had seen earlier as he continued his explanation.
“Consciousness exists as a singularity and to experience itself it passes through– first of all it splits itself, right? It splits itself into archetypes, and those archetypes split into more archetypes– until they are just individuals. Like you. Like a dog. Like… that guy down the street. Like a plant. Like a spirit. And it does so like tendrils…”
He paused.
“Right. I’ll give you some time to draw this. You seem… fascinated.”
At the top of the page I drew a big circle to represent consciousness, and from it, I drew wavy tendrils reaching down: growing thinner and thinner as they got further and further away from the source. As I drew each tendril, I let my hand move freely down the page. Little squiggles and meanderings emerged. They were not geometric but rather organic and sporadic in appearance. They reminded me of how I used to draw coastlines and borders on the fake maps I created when I was a kid.
“How fun is that?”
“You are a channeler by nature, dear. It’s all you’ve ever done. You don’t create. You are a conduit of creation. You are creation, dear. At your very core. I’m sorry that you’ve forgotten.”
“But yes, it extends off into multiple tendrils right? And all of these tendrils know themselves. They’ve never forgotten. They’ve never forgotten what they are. You’ve been denying that. And that’s not– ehm, advisable. Let’s put it that way. I won’t tell you what to do, but I will talk and you will listen like a good girl, so… we’ll do that.”
His recurring mention of forgetting made my mind jump to the phrase “Don’t Forget” which I associate with the game Deltarune (play this game if you haven’t I’m so fucking serious y’all.) In the game, “Don’t Forget” is a song, motif, and recurring theme throughout the game. The game is also extremely meta and explores the concept of fantasy and consciousness. I’m a huuuuuuge Deltarune fan and as I’m thinking about all of this, he catches my thoughts.
“You know what I fucking hate? Is that he does it so well, that Tricky, Tricky Tony*. He does it very well. And he hasn’t even revealed the whole story yet–”
* (For the unitiatied, "Tricky Tony" is a nickname given to Toby Fox, the creator of Deltarune by the game's fandom. If you find it odd that Asmodeus made reference to that, you're not alone because hearing him say that gave me genuine whiplash lmao)
He paused again, and I think it was him realizing he was beginning to get off topic. He continued, back on topic.
“But yeah… what happens when a tendril cuts itself off of identity, right? It changes! That’s all that it is, dear. But I don’t know if that’s a change that you mean to make– that it’s a change you want to make. It is yours to make if you want it.”
“That’s just how it works. If you want it, you will it. Desire.”
“When you cut yourself off of source consciousness, you’re nothing but a husk. You carry only yourself. And as time passes, all things rot. All things decay. All things march towards stagnation. So, what happens to you if you are to never change? If you were to deny yourself of change?”
He picked up the Sharpie I was using and drew what visually appeared to be an island at the end of one of the tendrils. Like the tendril had succeeded in separating itself off of its source. A path of ocean lies between itself and its foundations. An abyss lied below.
“You become an island… in a sea of darkness.”
“And that island.” He pointed at the island he drew.
“That ocean…” He pointed beneath the island. “It's a big ocean.”
“It’s up to you at that point if your island stands the tests of time. Some islands are slowly washed away by the sea. Reduced to nothing. Sandbars, reefs, but islands no longer.”
“Everything is subsumed by darkness eventually. And it is up to those that are subsumed by darkness to find their way.”
He paused after this. I got chills.
“Is that how you want to go, dear? Or do you want to surrender to change and stop denying yourself?”
He paused to allow the idea to settle in. I started contemplating for a moment, but he must’ve sensed me getting worried by the idea because he interjected and interrupted my thought process.
“Yeah, you can process that another time. I’m just here to help. We can move on from that.” He exhaled and grabbed my grimoire. “To the next page… the story goes on.”
“So, things that you want to do, right? Things that you need inspiration for? M’kay.”
I chuckled to myself. While I don’t think he meant to, his “M’kay” sounded just like Mr. Mackey from South Park, which threw me off. Unlike previous thoughts he had intercepted, he let this one go. I don’t blame him.
He continued. “What is it about content creation that inspires you?As a stream– no, in general actually. Let’s start broad.”
I felt his presence take a step back. I settled back into my body some more. He was still very present, but he was allowing me to return so I can respond. It caught me off guard to feel him less all of a sudden, that I forgot the question he had asked.
“What was the question again?”
He sighed and eased his way back in. “See this is exactly what I’m talking about. You get scared and start running away. Well, astrally. Mentally that’s why you keep spacing out. It’s a fight-or-flight response, and you flee quite a bit. You’re like a deer.”
The deer mention brought my thoughts back to Deltarune, as there are a couple characters in the game that I heavily relate to that happen to be deer. (I relate to most of the characters in some way, but I digress. Toby Fox just writes some damn good relatable characters!) I grew embarrassed that my mind had gone off track again.
I sighed, slightly frustrated. “Ah, fuckin hell, dude.”
“Again, dear. It falls to archetypes. It’s the same thing, right? So…” He sighed. I could tell he didn’t want to linger on the topic again but he also wanted to explain himself but could not find the right way to convey the idea.
“Let’s look at it with squares, right? Like in mathematics–”
“Don’t fucking bring–”
“No, I’m going to bring math into this. What the fuck did you expect from me? So if you take a 2, right? 2 goes to 4.”
He tried drawing a visualization in my grimoire while he was explaining it to me, but the visualization actually made it harder for me to conceptualize what he was explaining.
“Then it goes to 9–”
“What?” I interjected, confused by his drawings.
He frowned. Not in an upset way but in an annoyed way. I do not share his affinity for mathematics. “You know what, forget that. You are not equipped for mathematics right now, okay. Holy shit.”
I laughed. “You’re making me do math when I’m off work, that’s fucked up!”
“Well it’s not like I can fucking give you this lesson in the middle of a [Workplace] now is it?”
I laughed again. He continued. “So back to the question. What is it that you want to do with your channel– with your project? What about content creation is appealing to you? Show me your desires. All of them.”
“I just like… being able to share laughter. To make others laugh. To… charm… them…?”
As I spoke those last words, my voice shrunk and I went quiet. Not voluntarily. For some reason, some part of me was reluctant to speak. He caught note of this and I felt him look at me, concerned.
“Why are you so scared of doing that?”
I thought about my past. I thought about all of the times I chased things that weren’t good for me. Times I invited people into my circle that only ended up hurting me. Times where I led people on, both intentional and unintentional. Times people have left me or I left them after being so close. Times where my charm wasn’t a blessing, but a curse. I was scared of failing. And hurting myself and hurting others because I failed.
“Do it anyway. If you want to do it and it scares you, do it. Do it anyway. Despite your fear. Who fucking gives a shit, alright? You can summon a demon. What is there to be afraid of?”
“P-people…” I said, weakly.
“What kind of people?”
“Ignorant, hateful people.” I replied.
“Are there not times when you have been ignorant and hateful in your life? I guarantee there are still some things that you are ignorant and hateful about now. I think everyone has those things– to a degree. Everyone has hate in their heart. It is up to them if they want to treat that hate and give it a good seat, or manage it, control it and make it smaller.”
“What I’m saying is you fear that in others what you dismiss within yourself.”
Once again, going back to consciousness– reality is a mirror of your inner desires, right? So if you hate– if you are blissfully ignorant about x thing or y thing– when you see that in your reality there is going to be fear around it. Always. Always.
“There’s always a fear of the dark. And it’s a fear that needs to be embraced if you want to be able to do anything in this world.”
“Anything in reality. Change is part of nature. Those that don’t surrender to it deny themselves. It all boils down to that same fear of change, dear.”
He went silent as I started losing the trance. We were both quiet for a while. I meditated for a moment and stepped back into him.
“I want you to stop denying yourself. Stop getting in your own way. You are an indispensable piece to a magnificent ever-changing puzzle of life. You are a key.”
“And I get it. You want to post something that you’re proud of, and you haven’t been proud of a lot lately, have you? No, rather the opposite. You’ve been disappointed– dejected. For a past failure.”
“So move on. Accept that you lost there. “Take the L”” He laughed.
“And just… move on! You’re still here! You’re still kicking! He laughed again. “You’re doing pretty damn good for yourself, yeah? I’m really proud of you. Truly. And I want you to understand that.”
“It hasn’t been easy, has it?”
“You got like… you got jumpstarted on your spirituality– you took the fucking crash-course and now you’ve got dumped off in the deep end here. You’re doing great! Despite all that, you’re doing great! Despite it all! I’m truly proud of you, dear.”
“Going back to our previous conversation about consciousness branching out to explore itself– and tendrils… ever-increasing in specificity. You also have roots growing. Roots of uncertainty that give foundation to all else that is created. It’s like a tree. If you can picture a tree– if you know how trees fucking work– it’s a lot like a tree! Trees have branches and trees have roots. One draws in, one branches out. Right? One gathers energy, one expends it. Uses it. Materializes it. Creates. Water is drawn from the dark. And light is drawn of the sky. Of the Sun. That is why your Sun sign is your core Self– in astrology. That’s why it’s your ego– your self. Astrology’s really fascinating stuff, you need to get in on that more– No, and I don’t mean using fucking Time Passages or Co-Star or fucking other shit. No, that’s not what that means. That means actually do the research yourself and you’ll find the patterns and they will click better.”
“Okay, so you want to make people laugh, right? You want your content to bring joy. What does that for you?”
“I guess just what I’ve been doing.”
“Be more specific, dear. Vagueness isn’t going to help. It never really does. Vagueness kinda sucks.”
“You need to make a new mala for Lucifer. Or get your old one back, I don’t care. Probably make a new one. It’s been on your mind awhile. I’d make a new one. For your sake. You need to work with him again or have his presence around more. We’ve both agreed that. When you thought we were always arguing before– never getting along– that was a facade, dear. At least in your case. There are still things– there are still times that we clash. Regarding you, that has never been the case. It didn’t concern you at the time. Now it doesn’t fucking matter because you get the message, yes? Surrender to change.”
“Now, get me some more of that wine, that shit’s awesome.”
Friendly reminder that simply being alt and controversial doesn't make you a Luciferian.
If you're "so alt" and so anti-establishment, but you're still transphobic, you're not a Luciferian.
If you're "so alt" but you shit on therians, furries, and neo genders for being "too weird", you are not a Luciferian, you are someone using the Luciferian aesthetic with no respect or regard for his principles.
If you're so "radicalized" and yet you're still racist, xenophobic, fatphobic, or incapable of accepting the diversity of the human species, you are not a Luciferian. Yes, that also applies to religions and cultures you disagree with.
If you're so "revolutionary", but you have absolutely no regard for the disabled or neurodiverse, you are not a Luciferian.
You can call me dogmatic, but Lord Lucifer is the God of radical equality. If you still subscribe to supremacist and hierarchal ideologies that place one human above another, if you think people you do not understand are less worthy of respect, you are spitting in the face of his fundamental values. People have always been strange, complicated, and diverse. If you surrender to supremacist ideals because you find other people too confusing, you have weak will.
Respect and kindness towards your fellow man are not weaknesses. Lucifer did not fall alone.
.｡*♡ﾟ a/n: long post btw, but I do like digging and investigating around so that's to be expected.
Persian origins - Zoroastrianism
When we think of Asmodeus, we conjure an image of a bizarre, chimerical demon, as described in books; however, his true origin lies far from the Abrahamic tradition.
Zoroastrianism, his religion of origin, is an ancient tradition belonging to Persia, during the Avestan period (possibly as early as the second millennium BCE), but it was first recorded around the mid-sixth century BCE. Its founder, despite his existence being highly debated in academic circles, was named Zarathustra, coming from a family of Indo-Iranians. He preached a new religion that emphasized a single supreme creator god, Ahura Mazda, and a cosmic struggle between the forces of truth, order (Asha), and falsehood, chaos (Druj).
This represented a significant shift from the polytheistic and ritualistic Indo-Iranian traditions that preceded it. For centuries, these teachings remained relatively localized. Their first major rise to prominence occurred with the Achaemenid Empire, founded by Cyrus the Great around 550 BCE.
The Achaemenid kings had a custom of respecting the culture and religion of the peoples they dominated, thus being very tolerant of other beliefs while they themselves held their own beliefs. In this regard, the Persians stood out considerably, as other nations forced conquered peoples to convert.
Darius the Great was notable for explicitly invoking Ahura Mazda in his inscriptions, aligning the Zoroastrian concept of divinely sanctioned order (Asha) with the legitimacy and stability of his government. This made the faith the unofficial ideology of the first great world superpower, although it was not imposed upon the empire's diverse subjects.
The most definitive consolidation of Zoroastrianism occurred under the Sassanian Empire, which ruled from 224 to 651 CE. The Sassanids transformed Zoroastrianism into a fully organized state religion, central to their project of restoring a strong Persian identity. They systematically codified their oral traditions into scripture (the Avesta), established a powerful and orthodox priesthood, and built a network of fire temples, the main symbol of the religion, as it represented purification.
However, the religion met its abrupt end with the Muslim conquest of Persia in the mid-7th century CE, which led to its rapid decline due to forced conversion and migrations to other countries. Many Zoroastrians migrated to India and came to be called Parsis, and they were allowed to stay as long as they followed the laws of the country and learned the local language, respecting India's sovereignty and not imposing their customs on anyone, also resulting in a sharing of pantheon and stories. Currently, it is estimated that there are between 100,000 and 200,000 followers of Zoroastrianism in the world.
Zarathustra claimed to have visions that commanded him to preach a religious message, above all, with a focus on monotheism, whose central dogmas were: acts of kindness, with an emphasis on human ethics and morality.
As can be seen in the Yasna, verse 4:
I praise good thoughts, good words and good deeds, and everything that should be thought, said and done. I accept all good thoughts, good words and good deeds. I renounce all evil thoughts, evil words and evil deeds.
His cosmology is dualistic and the conflict between the forces of good and evil unfolds on a hierarchical scale of spiritual and material spheres. His main God was Ahura Mazda (also called Ohrmazd), meaning Wise Lord and the personification of goodness. According to Zarathustra, Ahura Mazda created the universe and the cosmic order that he maintains. He created the twin spirits: Spenta Mainyu, the benevolent spirit of light and life, and Angra Mainyu (also called Ahriman); the destructive one, deceit, darkness and death.
The struggle between these spirits constitutes the history of the world and is reflected in the choice between good and evil that humanity constantly faces. There are those who say that Spenta Mainyu is counted among the Amesha Spenta, angels created by Ahura Mazda to help him govern. Others say that Spenta Mainyu would be the "Holy Spirit" or the "Creative Emanation" of Ahura Mazda, representing the progressive, constructive and benevolent force that generates life and truth (Asha). It is the active energy through which the Creator interacts with the world, opposed to the destructive spirit, Angra Mainyu.
Amesha Spenta refers to any of the six "angelic" beings created by Ahura Mazda, the Wise Lord, who help govern creation. Three are male and three are female. Ministers of his power against the evil spirit Ahriman, they are represented gathered around Ahura Mazda on golden thrones, assisted by angels. They are the eternal givers of good. They are worshipped separately and are said to descend to serve on the paths of light. Each has a specific month, festival and flower, and presides over an element in the world order. In later Zoroastrianism, each one is opposed by a specific "archdemon."
Their sacred book is called the Avesta, divided between ancient texts, the main collection containing the Yasna (liturgical texts), Visparat (ritual texts), Yashts (hymns to divinities) and Vendidad (laws). There are also later books that aim to clarify the cosmology and symbology behind the religion, such as: Bundahishn, a Pahlavi-era text that narrates creation and cosmology, dealing with the battle between good and evil, and Denkard: A 9th-century encyclopedia compiling Zoroastrian beliefs and customs.
Persian Origins
Before "Asmodeus" there was Aeshma Daeva, described in the Gathas as an abstract concept of "wrath" or "violence," almost as an extension of the human psyche.
In Yasna 29.1-2 and 30.6, the Gathas condemn violence and mention the "daevas running to Aeshma" (that is, to the act of fury), but Aeshma is not yet named as a distinct evil being. However, in later texts, he ends up becoming a real entity that, over time, becomes affiliated with Angra Mainyu and all the other Daevas, acting as Angra Mainyu's commander.
Aeshma as an entity has his name derived from the verb ish: to desire. Although in the Gathas, there is a more specific meaning: to launch or put (something) into motion.
The word "Daeva" in his name is a title used to denote or refer to something malicious; in fact, Aeshma has the epithet meaning: "of the bloody mace." Others mentioned in the Yasht would be: "unfortunate," "malignant" and "possessor of falsehood."
[Note: it's worthwhile to point out that Daeva, to the Hindus, were good spirits instead of evil.]
In Yasht 19.97, Aeshma also has the epithet "he who had his body confiscated," the meaning of which is uncertain. If we make reference to Abrahamic religions here, it would be possible to draw a parallel with the story of Solomon, when Asmodeus tricks him and steals his place, switching "bodies" to resemble Solomon while the latter was sent away.
In later Zoroastrian texts, Aeshma is portrayed as a fierce, bloodthirsty warrior who wields a mace (Yasht 10:97). He often fights against benevolent divinities, especially Mithra (Yasht 10:97), the god of light and justice.
He is described in the Avesta in the following ways:
Yasna 10.8 - "...Aeshma, who distorts the intention and meaning of the sacrifice through brutality against cattle, violence in war and drunkenness."
This passage describes Aeshma as a metaphysical threat that distorts the purpose of sacrifice through violence.
Yasna 57.31-32 - "Three times a day, three times a night, he traverses the radiant Karshvare Hvaniratha, holding in his two hands his cutting and pointed weapon, which moves on its own towards the heads of the Daêvas; to strike the demon Angra Mainyu, to strike Aêshma, of deadly weapon, to strike the Daêvas of Mâzana, to strike all the Daêvas."
This is a vivid description of the cosmic combat between Sraosha (Obedience) and the demons, including Aeshma.
He also tries to corrupt and destroy the followers of Zoroaster. He is involved in many legendary battles and conflicts, such as the murder of Yima (Pahlavi Rivayat 56:13-15), the first king of humanity, and the attack on Vishtaspa (Dēnkard Book 8), Zoroaster's patron. He is also known for intoxicating men (Yasna 10:8).
They say he is the fiercest among his pantheon, being responsible for all acts of aggression and misfortunes, known primarily for his violence and brute force, yet distracting people from proper worship and interfering with the souls of the dead so they do not cross the Chinvat Bridge.
In the more recent Rivayat epistles, it is said that a Yasna ceremony that was not performed correctly is Aeshma's work, as he is the one who receives the offerings in that case.
In the hierarchy of Zoroastrian Daevas, Aeshma is opposed to Asha Vahishta, the Amesha Spenta who personifies Truth. Furthermore, he is very close to the Daeva Āz, the sin of Avarice, although it is said that he will eventually devour Aeshma at a certain moment, due to his unbridled greed.
With all this in mind, Aeshma was not a demon in the Judeo-Christian sense that we understand contemporarily, whose objective was to make people commit sins and lead them to a burning hell. Instead, there was a function to be performed: an agent of chaos allied with Angra Mainyu, thus personifying a destructive cosmic force, being the very principle of destruction and chaos.
Aeshma was the incarnation of an impersonal evil, a force of cosmic nature that needed to be contained by benevolent divinities like Sraosha, representative of obedience and spiritual discipline. In essence, he brought order and balance with his chaos.
Judeo-Christian Origins
The Jews had intense contact with Persian culture during the Exile in Babylon (6th century BCE). It was during this period that the figure of Asmodeus migrated into Jewish folklore, appearing first in texts like the Book of Tobit; his name was adapted to Ashmedai and his origin came from a human woman (Naamah) and a fallen angel, according to the Testament of Solomon, described as:
"I was born of the seed of an angel, the fruit of union with a daughter of man." Such a statement makes him, from this perspective, a nephilim.
There are other version regarding his birth, citing him as the son of King David and Agrat bat Mahalath, according to Kabbalah, curiously in this version he's Solomon half brother.
In the Book of Tobit (a deuterocanonical book of the Catholic Bible) this is how his introduction occurs:
Verse 13: And he continued: "You have the right to marry her. Listen, my brother: tonight I will speak to her father, asking him to give you his daughter in marriage. When we return from Rages, we will have the wedding. I assure you that Raguel will not be able to refuse his daughter to you, making her marry another. In that case, he would be guilty of death, according to the sentence of the Book of Moses, for he knows that you have more right to marry his daughter than any other man. Therefore, listen, my brother: let us speak tonight about the girl, and ask for her hand. When we return from Rages, we will receive her and take her to your house."
Verse 14: Tobias, however, replied: "Azarias, my brother, I have heard that she has been given in marriage to seven men, and that they all died in the bedroom, on their wedding night, when they were about to unite with her. I have heard that it was a demon (Ashmedai) that killed them all.
Verse 15: I am afraid. The demon does nothing to the girl, but kills anyone who approaches her. I am an only son. I am afraid of dying and bringing my father and mother to the grave, due to the grief of losing me. They have no other son to bury them."
In Jewish tradition, especially in the Talmud, Asmodeus already appears as a being endowed with almost ritualistic habits and routines – he possesses a "softer" character than his Persian counterpart.
His dwelling is described as a sealed well inside a mountain, from which he ascends daily to the firmament to study in the heavenly academy, later returning to Earth to continue his studies in an earthly academy. This continuous cycle of learning gives him extraordinary knowledge, including the ability to accurately predict human destiny, a characteristic that often explains his seemingly enigmatic actions.
It is also in this tradition that his relationship with King Solomon is consolidated, especially in the Testament of Solomon. In this narrative, Benaiah, a demon subordinate to Solomon, was responsible for going after Ashmedai to obtain the Shamir / Shemir insect that would enable the construction of Solomon's Temple more quietly, as constructions took place at night and were very noisy. People were complaining about this to Solomon.
Ashmedai, contrary to his counterpart in the Book of Tobit, is described in a much more human and empathetic way:
Ashmedai, for it was he, contemplated the seal of the well for a long time and, finding it intact, broke it, lifted the slab and was about to refresh himself with the contents of the well. When he perceived that it contained wine instead of the refreshing liquid he had stored, he withdrew in disgust, exclaiming:
"Wine is a deceiver, and every intoxicating drink confuses the senses. No! Its flattering sweetness shall not deceive me; I would rather suffer the tortures of unquenchable thirst than taste its exquisite flavor on my palate."
But, after a while, Ashmedai could no longer contain his desire for some liquid, even if only to moisten his lips, and said to himself: "If I only drink a sip of this cursed thing, it will have no power over me. I will not touch it more than enough to moisten my burning tongue." He drank at first very little, but it was very, very sweet, and seemed to give him a glow and freshness he had never experienced before.
'Just a little bit, just a little more,' he said, (not enough to defeat me). But that little bit was followed by a few more little bits, until he became completely intoxicated and fell asleep. This was perfectly satisfactory for the hidden young hero, who, descending from his hiding place, advanced cautiously until he reached the sleeping demon, upon whose neck he cast the chain with the name of God engraved on every link.
Captured by Benaiah, he was brought before Solomon. Described as follows:
One of Benaiah's men was ordered to take care of him, and like a tame lion, he was led out. Ashmedai's hidden courage manifested itself from time to time on the journey towards Jerusalem. One day, when passing by a giant palm tree, he asked to rest in its shade and, when granted, rubbed himself against it so violently that he uprooted it.
Next, he passed by a hut, the property of a poor widow, and was about to demolish it, when the woman, seeing the giant about to lean against the fragile walls of her house, convinced him to spare it.
One day, they came across a blind man who had become entangled in some bushes and couldn't find his way out. Ashmedai took the man by the hand and led him out of his complicated situation, onto the road. Likewise, they came across a drunk man, who was approaching a precipice from which he was about to fall, when his demonic majesty rushed to remove him from the path of danger and placed him on a safe road.
One day, they passed through a city where Benaiah heard a man calling a shoemaker: "Hey there, friend, can you make a pair of boots that will last seven years?". Ashmedai burst out laughing. They also came across a wedding party, accompanied by music. Ashmedai wept.
They saw a sorcerer sitting on a large stone, revealing the future destiny of a paternalistic clientele, and Ashmedai laughed again. Benaiah was curious to know the reasons for the demon's conduct, but he could not convince him to explain himself and said that he was reserving the explanation for King Solomon himself.
When they arrived in Jerusalem, Benaiah brought his captive triumphantly into the presence of Solomon, who was seated on his throne, surrounded by his counselors and elders. At Ashmedai's entrance, they rose from their magnificent divans.
Ashmedai, however, seized with great excitement and wrath, took a long staff and, tracing a circle of four yards around him, pointed at King Solomon and exclaimed: "Look at this man, a king of dust and ashes!".
When he dies, nothing will belong to him except a patch of earth the size I have just described; yet he is not content to have subjugated all his neighbors and all the kingdoms as his tributaries, but must try to wrest the scepter from the king of spirits. Otherwise, why have you brought me such contempt and consternation, O great king?
'Do not be angry with me,' replied Solomon, 'king of the (Shedim) spirits, and be assured that conquest is not the object of your captivity. It is a matter concerning the glory of my God, who is also your God. Tell me, then, where can I obtain the wonderful "Shamir", with which I need to hew the marble and stones for the House of God.'
'If that is the object,' replied Ashmedai, appeased and reassured by Solomon's conciliatory words, 'then I willingly submit to my harsh fate and will also tell you where and how to obtain the much sought-after "Shamir".' The "Shamir" belongs to the lord of all seas and waters, but he has entrusted it to the care of a mountain bird in the desert. That bird can be found in the desert, on a steep, barren hill, where it has dug a hole in a cliff and guards the "Shamir", which was created at twilight on the sixth day of creation, before the proclamation of the Sabbath.
Asmodeus is captured and forced to assist in the construction of the Temple of Jerusalem, revealing the secret of the Shamir, a creature capable of cutting stone without noise. However, after the temple's construction, his cunning stands out: by exploiting Solomon's pride, he induces him to remove the magical ring that guaranteed his power:
'I will reveal the hidden secrets to you, but you will need to free me from the chain that bound me when I was taken prisoner, and in return, you will have to give me the chain that adorns your majesty's neck and the ring with the name of God engraved on it, which is on the table before you.'
Solomon did as suggested, took off his chain and placed it around Ashmedai's neck, and placed the ring in his hand. No sooner had the lord of demons closed his hand on the ring that Solomon would give him than a thunderous roar shot through the hall, making the whole place vibrate.
In the same instant, Ashmedai seemed to have transformed into a terrible giant; his eyes looked like two great flaming torches, his arms extended to enormous proportions, as if they could reach the ends of the earth. Solomon trembled at the sight, his heart seemed to stop with terror, and he was about to cry for help; but his whole body became paralyzed, his tongue refused to perform its function, and amidst this, Ashmedai seized him by the arm and neck, flung him into the air, and he lost consciousness.
The men who had left the throne room at King Solomon's command waited impatiently for the call to return to their king and master, but remained in the antechamber longer than necessary, until finally they received the good news and the monarch summoned them to his presence. Upon entering the throne room, they found King Solomon seated as usual on his throne.
They expressed their surprise at the absence of Ashmedai, whom they had left in the room when they withdrew, but received no answer. The king, however, resumed the conversation on the subject he had been discussing when they left the room. Nevertheless, they noticed a marked change in the tone of the king's words, which lacked the gentleness and kindness for which the wise Solomon was so well known.
The episode reinforces one of Asmodeus's central traits: his manipulative intelligence and his ability to corrupt through vanity and illusion.
Solomon, in his exile, became a pariah and a commoner, without supporters. He struggled to find basic sustenance, but eventually managed to return to Jerusalem. His persistent claims of being the true King Solomon triggered an investigation, which led to the discovery that Asmodeus [disguised as King Solomon] demanded that Solomon's wives have sexual relations during their menstrual period, because he liked blood.
Furthermore, he demanded sexual relations from Bathsheba, Solomon's mother. Finally, he was deemed an impostor. After this discovery, Asmodeus abandoned Solomon's throne and the ring, while the true Solomon, son of David, returned as King for the second time.
With his absorption into Christian tradition, Asmodeus rises to a defined hierarchical position in Hell. Wierus described him as a very powerful king of hell, almost on an equal footing with Lucifer and Satan. He was associated with Lucifer mainly for his rebellious character. For other writers, Asmodeus is the same serpent that seduced Eve.
Other similar traditions also associate him with Lilith, the legendary rebellious wife of Adam before Eve, who, condemned to exile from Eden, united with this demon.
(Note: The only mention of Lilith as Adam's wife occurs in the satirical text: The Alphabet of Ben Sira. Before that, she was never part of Jewish tradition, having her origins in Mesopotamia. However, she was very quickly absorbed into demonology and became what we know today.)
Asmodeus is often listed among the Seven Princes of Demons, associated with the capital sin of lust, and this is because, in Kabbalah, his figure gains an even more symbolic dimension by being associated with the Qliphah of Golachab, corresponding to the Sephirah Geburah. In this context, he personifies negative aspects such as unbridled violence, fury, destruction and conflict, reflecting the most chaotic and uncontrolled manifestations of Martian energy, combined with lust and sensuality.
Johann Weyer also classifies him as: banker of the baccarat table in hell and supervisor of earthly gaming houses, and it is also said that while works like the Malleus Maleficarum reinforce his connection to lust, attributing to him particular influence over the month of November (or August depending on the writer) and, in some traditions, the sign of Aquarius.
In parallel, his image as a wise and learned spirit develops. Asmodeus is described as a master of the liberal arts, instructor of humanity in disciplines such as geometry, arithmetic, astronomy, music and mechanical arts, and all kinds of craftsmanship.
In certain traditions, he is associated with a kind of academy founded by the fallen angels Asa and Asael, being considered its most prominent teacher.
This intellectual facet elevates him to the condition of holder of vast knowledge, but detached from any divine morality. Not surprisingly, he is sometimes called "The Great Philosopher", a caricature that synthesizes the knowledge of all ages in a distorted form.
His iconographic representation also becomes more elaborate over time. In Collin de Plancy's Dictionnaire Infernal, Asmodeus is depicted as a chimerical creature: three heads (of a man, bull and ram), a serpent's tail, rooster's feet and riding a winged lion with a dragon's neck; in more traditional grimoires, while he can adopt this image if he wishes, he is often described as a very handsome and seductive man. Rarely, he is described as a woman.
In the Ars Goetia, where he appears as King Asmoday, he commands seventy-two legions of spirits and presents himself as a powerful being, spewing fire and wielding a spear, often mounted on an infernal dragon. It is said that he only obeys Amaimon, who, sometimes, specifically in the context of the Goetia, may appear in his place during evocations and pass himself off as Asmodey to deceive the conjurer.
Asmodeus is also associated with alchemy, transmutation and the transformation of living beings. His connection to occult knowledge reinforces his image as an entity that moves between knowledge and corruption; chaos and order.
On a behavioral level, he is described as a spirit of discord, especially in the marital context. His main objective would be to sow conflict between husband and wife, using jealousy, desire, anger and revenge as instruments. Often deceptive, he adopts pseudonyms like "Sidonay" and manipulates individuals through intermediaries, often women, to lead them to moral ruin.
His association with gambling, fads and excesses reinforces his role as an agent of temptation and decadence, which is very curious, because in my Gnosis, he teaches how to deal with these things, how to learn to live with one's impulses and desires, without falling into temptation because of them.
These facts stem from his Jewish side, described again in the Testament of Solomon.
"Among mortals, I am called Asmodeus, and my business is to conspire against newlyweds, so that they do not get to know each other. And I separate them completely through many calamities; and I destroy the beauty of virgins and estrange their hearts. [...] I lead men into fits of madness and desire when they have their own wives, so that they abandon them and go night and day to others belonging to other men; with the result that they commit sins and fall into murderous acts."
In some traditions, his origin is linked to the Nephilim, which connects him to figures like Azazel and the Watcher angels. This association inserts him into a broader cosmology, where demons are seen not only as evil entities, but as products of a primordial transgression between the divine and the human.
The final evolution of his image occurs in modern European literature, especially with Le Diable Boiteux (The Lame Devil) by Alain-René Le Sage. In this work, Asmodeus assumes a more humanized and even satirical form: a witty demon who reveals the secrets and hypocrisies of society by lifting the roofs of houses. Here, he consolidates himself as a "demonic dandy," refined, ironic and a keen observer of human nature.
His most striking physical characteristic in this phase is the limp, symbolized by the use of crutches. This detail carries strong symbolic value: it represents the imperfection inherent in his fallen nature, echoing myths of defective divine figures like Hephaestus. The limp thus becomes an emblem of his condition, simultaneously powerful and flawed, seductive and corrupted.
In summary, Asmodeus transcends the simplistic definition of "demon of lust." He incorporates multiple archetypes and faces. His trajectory, which extends from Persian and Jewish traditions to European literature, reveals not only the evolution of a demonic figure, but also how different cultures reinterpret chaos, fury, anger, transforming them into something profoundly human, intellectually fascinating and symbolically rich.
I read once that, each of his three heads, represent a different mask he's wearing.
Islamic Origins
In Islamic culture, Asmodeus is known as a Jinn named Sakhr, the rebel, master of the seas, probably a reference to his destiny of being imprisoned inside a stone box, chained with iron and cast into the sea; in this facet of his, it is said that he hates the sea, oceans and rivers, because of his destiny.
In this context, he is an antagonist figure of the Prophet Sulaiman. Sometimes, he is identified with the Ifrit who offered to carry Solomon's Throne.
Together with his Jewish counterpart, the story of the construction of Solomon's Temple remains the same in essence, undergoing little change in its details. While Solomon would have given him his ring in the Jewish version, in the Islamic version, Sakhr would have obtained the ring of the Prophet Sulaiman from a woman named Jarada (also known as Kūna or al-Aminah), daughter of King Sidun (ʿUkūz bin Maruh/Mazuh or Nubara), whom Sulaiman would have married.
Also different from the other version, Sakhr impersonated the King for forty days, ensuring that his ring was far away by flying and casting it into the sea, where it was swallowed by a fish (a dolphin in some stories), which was later captured and brought to the Prophet Sulaiman, who thus recovered his kingdom.
Abd al-Razzaq Kāshānī comments on the same verse: "The satan who sat there [on the throne of sovereignty] and took his ring, represents the elemental earthly nature, ruler of the lower sea of matter, called 'Sakhr' ('rock') because of its inclination towards the lowest things and attachment to them, like a stone because of its density."
The fact is that in this version, Solomon is being punished for his explicit disobedience; in the Quran (38:34) it is said: "And certainly We tried Solomon with the loss of his kingdom for 40 days, the number of days in which idols were worshipped in his house, (and placed on his throne a (mere) body) a shaytan. (Then he repented) then he returned to his kingdom and obedience to his Lord and repented of his sin."
Solomon's ring signifies imperial command over the forces of nature, while Solomon's slip into lust and idolatry led to his defeat.
The supplementary materials usually included in the Stories of the Prophets (Qiṣaṣ al-Anbiyā) present various reasons for Solomon's punishment and the consequent temporary victory of Asmodeus; sometimes for acting unjustly in the face of a family dispute or for handing the ring over to a demon in exchange for knowledge, while most sources (such as Tabari, Umāra ibn Wathīma, Abu Ishaq al-Tha'labi, ibn Asakir, ibn al-Athir) invoke the idea that one of his wives committed idolatry and he would have asked for temples/statues to be built for her idols.
When Asmodeus put the ring on his finger, he transformed into Solomon's form and sat on his throne, ruling wickedly, while the true Solomon emerged from his bath and was not recognized by anyone in the palace, thus being cast out onto the streets to wander as a beggar. Finally, Solomon found work at a port, cleaning fish.
After 40 days, the evil ways of the false Solomon aroused suspicion and the royal minister Asaf recited some sacred verses in the presence of the demon king, who screamed in rage, unable to bear the recitation, and tore off the ring. The ring then fell into a river and was swallowed by a fish. The fish finally reached the table of the true Solomon, who put the ring back on and was immediately surrounded by loyal jinn who carried him to his throne, where he and his army of men, jinn, birds and beasts fought against Asmodeus and imprisoned him in a stone after his defeat.
Attar of Nishapur elucidates a similar allegory: one must behave like a triumphant 'Solomon' and chain the demons of the nafs or lower self, locking the demon prince in a 'rock', before the rūḥ (soul) can take the first steps towards the Divine.
Now, we move from a chaotic entity to a demon to a jinn. This is because when he arrives in this new culture, the idea of the "genie in the bottle" from the Islamic legend of the demon Asmodeus became popular. In a tale from One Thousand and One Nights, the "Tale of the City of Brass" refers to the fate of Asmodeus after his defeat against the Prophet. According to this story, travelers find the demon imprisoned in a stone in the middle of the desert. The story is as follows, according to Sir Richard Burton:
Then they came upon a column of black stone, like the chimney of a furnace, into which someone was sunk up to the armpits. He had two large wings and four arms; two of them were like the arms of the sons of Adam, and the other two like lion's paws, with iron claws. He was black, tall and of terrible aspect, with hair like horse's tails and eyes like glowing coals, vertically slit.
In the essay on the Arabic "Tale of the City of Brass", Andras Hamori based himself only on incomplete versions of the story, without mentioning the demon's name.
In the story of Sakhr and Buluqiya, a young Jewish prince in search of the last Prophet, it is said that Sakhr achieved immortality by drinking from the Fountain of Immortality. When Buluqiya arrives at an island during his search for Muhammad, he is greeted by two serpents as large as camels and palm trees, glorifying the name of God and Muhammad. They explain that they have the task of punishing the inhabitants of hell. Later, on a different island, he finds Asmodeus, the king of demons, who explains the seven layers (ṭabaqāt) and the punishing angels (Zabaniyah) who generate the serpents and scorpions of hell through self-copulation.
Described as follows according to the work: Qisas al-'Anbiya (Stories of the Prophets) by Abu Ishaq ath-Tha'labi:
"Buluqiya said to the king of the jinn, whose name was Sakhr: 'Sakhr, tell me about the creation of the jinn. How did they arise?' He replied: 'When Allah created Hell, He made seven gates and seven tongues. From these, He created two creatures: a creature in His heaven, which He called Jabalit (حيليت), and a creature on Earth, which He called Tamalit (تمليت). Jabalit was created in the form of a lion, while Tamalit had the form of a wolf. He made the lion male and the she-wolf female. He made the height of each of them equal to the distance of a journey of five hundred years. He made the wolf's tail similar to that of a scorpion, and the lion's tail similar to that of a serpent. He ordered both of them to shake themselves in the Fire, and from the wolf's tail fell a scorpion, and from the lion's tail, a serpent.
From them came all the serpents and scorpions of Hell. Then, He ordered them to marry, and The she-wolf was impregnated by the lion and gave birth to seven sons and seven daughters. God inspired them to give the sons in marriage to the daughters, as He had commanded Adam, and six of the sons obeyed, while one did not obey and did not marry. Then his father cursed him, and he is Iblis.
His name was al-Harith (الحارث) and his nickname was Abu Murrah (أبو مرة), and this is the beginning of the creation of the jinn, Buluqiya!'"
[Note: Shedim (a Jewish spirit) and Djin (Islamic spirit) share some similarities so this could also be the reason why Asmodeus is pretty much associated with the Djins.
In Deuteronomy 32:17, Shedim are presented as false gods or idols, not demons in the modern sense. In Psalm 106:37, they are associated with child sacrifice, a strong condemnation of Canaanite idolatry. Only in the Second Temple period (post-Babylonian exile) did Shedim evolve into evil demons, probably under Persian (daevas) and Greek influence. In the Talmud, Shedim are dangerous entities that live in dark places, cause harm, and can be summoned.
Jinn exist in pre-Quranic Islam as nature spirits, often associated with deserts, wells, and ruins. The Quran establishes them as a third rational creation: angels (light), humans (clay), jinn (fire). They have their own societies, religions, leaders, and jurisprudence, something the shedim do not possess.]
Y’know the concept of demonic possession seems a lot less far-fetched after reading Carl Jung and his accounts of witnessing mediums channel spirits as well as his concepts of anima/animus possession and overall belief of the collective unconscious.
Daemonolatry / demonolatry is an eclectic spiritual practice dedicated to working with Daemons. Unlike more conventional views that associate Daemons with evil and even see them as beings that owe us submission, demonolatry views these entities in a more complex way. They are often seen as guides, protectors, or representatives of natural and cosmic forces (such as Divinities).
Modern Demonolatry is a polytheistic religion, focusing on the worship and cult of demons, both adepts and students of the Left Hand can adopt it in two ways.
In Demonolatry, we invoke them without trapping them in magic circles - like in goetia - because we are similar to them and like us, they deserve their freedom and autonomy.
As described by S. Connolly on her book: The complete guide of demonolatry: "A DEITY IS COMPOSED OF MATTER. WE WORSHIP (WORK WITH) THIS "MATTER". THROUGH PRAYER, WE GIVE IT FORM AND POSITIVE ENERGY. IN TURN, IT WILL RETURN THE FAVOR."
In other words, the primary objectives of this spiritual path include achieving spiritual growth and a greater understanding of the self and the universe through interaction with these entities. Practitioners also seek spiritual protection and support for daily challenges, using the relationship for self-improvement and the development of personal qualities.
Additionally, the practice involves an exploration of the occult to uncover spiritual mysteries and hidden truths. These interactions are governed by the principle of respect, acknowledging Daemons as powerful spiritual entities. The relationship is further defined by reciprocity, viewed as a mutual exchange where devotion or acts are offered in return for guidance. Finally, spiritual individualism is emphasized, valuing the practitioner's autonomy and their ability to develop a unique personal path.
WHAT ARE DEMONS?
Demons/daemon = spirit of knowledge and wisdom, a devil in Christian mythology, daemon derives from daimon which means full of wisdom, divine power, the word is of Greek origin.
These deities were worshipped in the pre-Christian (pagan) era and religions, many entities of paganism, Roman, Greek, Egyptian pantheons were classified as demons by the Christian church. We can say that these spirits are great teachers, ancient gods.
Examples of Gods and Goddesses who got demonized that I remember from the top of my head, could be: Astarte and Baal Hadud, Lucifer, Baal Poer (Belphegor/e), Baal Zebub, Adrammelech and Annamelech, and the list goes on.
CATEGORIES OF DEMONOLATRY
First let's understand what demonolatry and demonology mean, just so you don't get confused.
Demonology = the study and cataloging of demons. Tons of lists and hierarchies you'll find in your path carries values from the Right Hand Path, always exalting the bad qualities of demons. Use your own discernment as you learn.
Demonololatry = the worship of demons and/or the practice of ritual magic with the help of entities known as demons.
Demonolators = those who practice demonolatry in the form of worship or practice magic.
Theistic Demonolatry: they see demons as real entities, they are gods of the past, ancient gods, they are rulers of the world.
Modern Demonolatry: In this current, demons are forces of elemental energies that help with spiritual self-knowledge and magical operations. They personify an emotion, an element or an idea. Demonolatry is an individual system, each follower has their beliefs regarding demons, if you work with demons you are a demonolator.
ENNS
Enns are magical invocations designed to summon demonic spirits. No one knows what language the Enns come from - some have said that they were given to us by a demon. They were first considered demonic enns in the late 16th century by the demonolator Alexander Willit. Enns are unique in that they appear in several family grimoires from different geographic locations and always remain the same.
You can chant the enn while you meditate so you and the demon can connect to each other, you can use it as a form of flattery. There's many ways one can use it.
SIGILS OF DEMONS
Sigils are symbols created for a specific magical purpose.
In Demonolatry, sigils are representations of demonic entities. Sigils allow the practitioner to focus on the demonic entity, connect with the demon's energy, and also simply honor the demon. They are tools used to help the practitioner summon a Demonic Entity.
Sometimes you'll receive a specific sigil from the demon you're working. Other times, you could create a specific sigil for them, even more if the demon you're working with has no known sigil.
THE NINE DIVINITIES
Earlier I told about how each practioner have their own beliefs. There's multiples ways to work with demons, multiple hierarchies. So I'm going to talk the most famous hierarchy created by Richard Dukante.
The Dukanté Hierarchy specifically focus on the nature of demonic entities, their roles, and the way practitioners interact with them. The hierarchy is outlined in a way that provides an understanding of how demons are organized and how they can be called upon or worked with in magickal practice.
The nine deities, according to Richard Dukante, are the demons of the fundamental energy of the universe, of existence and balance. These energies are: fire, earth, air, water, positive polarity (health), negative polarity (destruction), life and death.
All these energies together form Satan (the Whole), but individually, they are distinct demons.
These demons are:
Fire – Flereous
Earth – Belial
Air – Lucifer
Water – Leviathan
Health – Verrine
Destruction – Amducious
Life – Unsere
Death – Euronymous
Personally I don't specifically work with this hierarchy. As stated before, each practicer can and should have their own beliefs and find what work better for them.
RITUALS TOOLS
These tools are pretty used for witchcraft already. But they aren't mandatory and can be adapted to whatever you have on your hands.
By association, most demonolaters have items that represent the four elements on the altar, a dagger / athame. The dagger is to draw in the air a symbol of opening and closing the pillars of each elemental demon (still inside the Dukante Hierarchy).
Candles and incense according to the correspondence of the demon you are going to work with.
A metal bowl to burn the seal and the request. Burning the demon's seal in Demonolatry is not seen as disrespectful to the demon, but rather signifies sending a small amount of your vital energy to the entity transmuted by the element of fire. In the ritual, it is advisable to burn the seal and also another piece of paper with your requests.
In Demonolatry, the magician does not use a triangle or a circle of protection, as contact with these energies will not be aggressive or hostile, and we will not need banishments and threats, here we work with partnership and mutual respect.
Here, evocation (the act of binding them as is done in goetia) is seen as disrespectful. The ideal is for the magician to magnetize the demon's energy to achieve what he wants by joining forces in an invocation, which is when the magician and the demon will interact by exchanging energies.
When calling the demons into your ritual circle, the traditional way to do it is to use the enn, or an invocation of your own devise, and use the ritual dagger or your hand to draw the following in the air in front of you, starting at the arrow and ending at the dot:
The invocation symbol above is often refered to as the ZD or DZ sigil. It is also used as a sigil representing Satan. Within the ZD are nine points representing the nine demonic divinities. The symbol is one fluid motion and is encircled as a sigil to represent the whole encircling all its parts.
It starts with the closest point of the arrow with Unsere, then it's Lucifer, then it's Flereous, then it's Verrine, then it's Belial, then Amducious, then Leviathan, Satan and finally it ends at the point with Eurynomous.
The ZD is also employed to invoke each Demon, no matter which one, with respect to the nine. Some common courtesies (to avoid disrespect toward the Demons) when invoking: Don't command or be aggressive with the demons!!!! Nor stab the ritual blade into the air!!
TYPES OF OFFERINGS
In Demonolatry, much like any contact with other entities, we offer things like foods and drinks, fruits, poems, and incense, items related to them or their domain. The way I see specifically, the type of offerings (a physical offering or a devotional act you do in ther honor) depend on the purpose and the demon you are working with.
You can offer blood, as it contains our vital energy, though, please, only offer blood to those you're close. Don't go making offerings of blood just because.
And please, if you're uncomfortable, try another option, let them know.
Other common offering is sexual fluids, an hour of study about a demon, or the disclosure of their seal and names, helping new practioners, things like that.
This can be discussed specifically with your demon. Ask them if they want something specific, follow your intuition.
INTERACTION
Be respectful, first and foremost. Call them gently by chanting their enn, invite them, make your offerings and read your petitions, if this is your first contact with them. As your relationship progress, you'll find yourself comfortable enough and at ease, I know the first contact can be quite scary.
I should also add this; but if a daemon doesn't want to work with you right now. Don't insist, thank them for their time and search another daemon that allign to your ideals.
Information about Satanism
The word and its derivation “Satanist” appeared for the first time in French and English in the sixteenth century during the European Wars of Religion. In publications from this period, Roman Catholic authors directed it against Protestant Christians, and vice versa, while both applied the epithet to Anabaptists.
Their polemical use of the term did not necessarily mean that they thought their religious counterparts were self-consciously and secretly worshipping the devil — although mutual abuse might occasionally spill over into such allegations, particularly with regard to the Anabaptists — but rather that Roman Catholic veneration for “graven images” or Protestant adherence to “heresy” implied being a fellow traveler on Satan’s bandwagon. In the early nineteenth century, the terms “Satanist” and “Satanism” acquired even broader meanings and came to designate a person or thing with a “Satanic character,” a person or thing inherently evil or wicked.
Only toward the end of the nineteenth century did the word “Satanism” come to hold the significance that it still has, for historians of religion, B-film directors, and the general public alike, namely, as the intentional and explicit worship of Satan. This is not to say that the concepts and practices embodied in this word did not exist prior to that time.
According to Children of Lucifer: The origins of modern religious Satanism - Ruben Van Luikj.
Satanism as we know now is divided into two: theistic Satanism and atheistic Satanism. Let's delve a little into how differente they are now.
Modern Satanism has its roots in the 20th century, with figures such as Anton LaVey, founder of the Church of Satan in 1966, and writer of the Satanic Bible.
LaVey also structured his own commandments, which are:
I - You shall love and hate with equal intensity.
II - You shall love yourself above all else.
III - You shall love others as they love you.
IV - You shall know yourself.
V - You shall always seek material and spiritual improvement.
VI - You shall not use Satan's name for wrongful purposes.
VII - You shall respect and protect children and animals.
VIII - You shall live every second as if it were your last.
IX - You shall walk your own path but respect the path of others.
X - You shall give your best in everything you do
LaVeyan Satanism, for example, is more of an atheistic philosophy that uses the figure of Satan as a symbol of rebellion, individualism, and skepticism. There is no belief in literal demons or deities.
Theistic Satanism, though, involves belief in Satan or demons as real entities and may include worship practices similar to Demonolatry.
In LaVeyan Satanism, practices include symbolic rituals, ritual magic, and the celebration of values such as hedonism and rational selfishness.
In Theistic Satanism, practices may include worship, invocations, and offerings to Satan or demons. Pretty similar to how things are done in demonolatry.
Demonolatry involves the worship of demons as deities, and is more devotional and spiritual. LaVeyan Satanism does not believe in literal demons, and focuses more on an atheistic philosophy focused on individualism and skepticism, while Theistic Satanism may involve the belief in Satan or demons as real entities.
Information about goetia
Solomonic Goetia has its roots in ancient texts such as the "Lemegeton" or "The Lesser Key of Solomon". It is a traditional and well-structured practice. It involves the evocation and control of demons through detailed and authoritative rituals, often calling upon angels and burning their sigils seeking to dominate and command these entities to obtain benefits or perform specific tasks.
Its practices include the creation of magic circles, the use of sigils and the performance of complex rituals to evoke and control demons. The focus is on controlling and dominating demons to achieve specific goals, such as power, knowledge or the accomplishment of tasks.
Meanwhile, Luciferian Goetia is a modern evolution of Solomonic Goetia popularized by Michael Ford, if I'm not mistaken, adapting ancient practices to a more contemporary philosophy, emphasizing collaboration and learning from demons, viewing them as spiritual mentors or allies.
The approach is more enlightened and less authoritarian, focusing on spiritual growth and self-knowledge; calling upon Lucifer so he can mediate between magician and daemon, being seen in this current as the emperor above all other daemons. This branch uses rituals, sigils, and invocations, but with an intention of partnership and mutual respect rather than control or domination, like in goetia.
Each of these practices offers a unique path for those seeking to interact with demonic entities, but with different philosophies, methods, and goals. I wish upon all a great path and good luck in your endeavors!
“Pain is one of the few things in life that is truly real. Unlike fleeting pleasures, unlike shallow social interactions, suffering is absolute. It does not lie, does not deceive, does not pretend to be something it is not. It is raw, pure, unfiltered reality. In that, there is comfort. The more one embraces suffering, the less power it has to control them.”
It’s been a rough year for me and I had to take a break from the occult for my own wellbeing. By extension, I haven’t had much to post about on this blog having been away from my practice for so long, but I’m hoping to dive back in and share my experiences with you lovely people.
As a side note, be careful with who you make blood pacts with, kids! Or better yet, don’t make blood pacts with people at all! 🙃🙃🙃
“Stop trying to sell yourself. You are priceless.”
- Lord Asmodeus
In a world that is becoming increasingly hostile towards those who choose to live authentically, let these words from Lord Asmodeus speak to your soul. Break the cycles of people-pleasing. Live your truth for the sake of your comfort— not the comfort of others. You are a radiant, shining soul who needn’t dim their glow. Those that seek to knock you down to their level only do so because you are a beacon to something greater than them— and that scares them. Stand firm and let no one else take your light from you.
“[Trickster gods] are the lords of in-between. A trickster does not live near the hearth; he does not live in the halls of justice, the soldier’s tent, the shaman’s hut, the monastery. He passes through each of these when there is a moment of silence, and he enlivens each with mischief, but he is not their guiding spirit. He is the spirit of the doorway leading out, and of the crossroad at the edge of town. […] In short, trickster is a boundary-crosser. Every group has its edge, its sense of in and out, and trickster is always there, at the gates of the city and the gates of life, making sure there is commerce. He also attends the internal boundaries by which groups articulate their social life. We constantly distinguish—right and wrong, sacred and profane, clean and dirty, male and female, young and old, living and dead—and in every case trickster will cross the line and confuse the distinction. Trickster is the creative idiot, therefore, the wise fool, the gray-haired baby, the cross-dresser, the speaker of sacred profanities. Where someone’s sense of honorable behavior has left him unable to act, trickster will appear to suggest an amoral action, something right/wrong that will get life going again. Trickster is the mythic embodiment of ambiguity and ambivalence, doubleness and duplicity, contradiction and paradox. That Trickster is a boundary-crosser is the standard line, but […] there are also cases in which trickster creates a boundary, or brings to the surface a distinction previously hidden from sight. In several mythologies, for example, the gods lived on earth until something trickster did caused them to rise into heaven. Trickster is thus the author of the great distance between heaven and earth. […] Boundary creation and boundary crossing are related to one another, and the best way to describe trickster is to say simply that the boundary is where he will be found—sometimes drawing the line, sometimes crossing it, sometimes erasing or moving it, but always there, the god of the threshold in all its forms.”
— Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth and Art by Lewis Hyde (x)
Today I wanted to give you a message Lucifer gave to me today.
It does not matter if you think I do not care about the topic you are explaining to me. It does not matter if you think I am bored by you. It does not matter if you think I don't care about anything you say, even if you talk nonsense, or Christianity, or a crush you had for a week, or what you had for lunch, or this new philosophical reflection that has been troubling your mind for months.
None of that matters, because it is not true. I want to hear your words, I want to hear your thoughts and questions. You are very dear to me, and I care for whatever troubles you, even if you think it is very stupid. It is not, I am sure.
Reach out to me when you are scared, when you are happy, when you are bored, when you are sad, when you feel too much, too little, or nothing at all. I want to hear you.
It does not matter if I care about the topic. If you care about it, I care because you do. If it makes you think, I care. If it makes you feel, I care. If you need to talk, then I need to talk, too.
Talk, my dear, because I will hear you.
That's it. Had a talk with him today and I felt this could be important for someone out there.
The Daemonic Enns are short incantations/praises to the corresponding spirit, to be used in the act of summoning, respectfully. The enns themselves are said to have been given to summoners by Daemons themselves to aid in calling out to the proper Daemon. The Daemonic language is unknown, and few translations exist.
Abaddon- es na ayer Abaddon avave
Abigor- aylan Abigor tasa uan on ca
Agaliarept- on ca Agaliarept agna
Agares- rean ganen ayar da Agares
Aim- ayer avage secore Aim
Alloces- typan efna Alloces met tasa
Amdusias- denyen valocur avage secore Amdusias
Amon- avage secore Amon ninan
Amy- tu fubin Amy secore
Andras- entey ama Andras anay
Andrealphus- mena Andrealphus tasa ramec ayer
Andromalius- tasa fubin Andromalius on ca
Asafoetida- asana nanay on ca Asafoetida
Ashtaroth- tasa alora foren Ashtaroth
Asmodeus- ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken
Astarot- serena alora Astarot aken
Azazel- eya on ca Azazel aken
Babeal- alan secore on ca Babeal
Bael- ayer secore on ca Ba'al
Balam- lirach tasa vefa wehl Balam
Balberith- avage secore on ca Baalberith
Barbatos- eveta fubin Barbatos
Bathin- dyen pretore on ca Bathin
Beelzebub- adey vocar avage Beelzebuth
Beleth- lirach tasa vefa wehl Beleth
Belial- lirach tasa vefa wehl Belial
(Earth, protect this soil, Belial)
Belphegore- lyan ramec catya ganen Belphegore
Berith- hoath redar ganabal Berith
Bifrons- avage secore Bifrons remie tasa
Botis- jedan hoesta noc ra Botis
Buer- erato on ca Buer anon
Bune- wehl melan avage Bune tasa
Camio- tasa on ca Caim renich
Cimejes- ayer avage secore Cimejes
Crocell- jedan tasa Crocell on ca
Dantalion- avage ayer Dantalion on ca
Decarabia- hoesta noc ra Decarabia secore
Delepitoré- deyen pretore ramec Delepitoré on ca
Eligos- jedan on ca Eligos inan
Eurynomous- ayar secore on ca Eurynomous
Flereous- ganic tasa fubin Flereous
(Fire, protect the flame, Lord Flereous)
Focalor- en jedan on ca Focalor
Foras- kaymen vefa Foras
Forneus- senan okat ena Forneus ayer
Furcas- secore on ca Furcas remie
Furfur- ganen menach tasa Furfur
Gaap- deyan anay tasa Gaap
Glasya Labolas- elan tepar secore on ca Glasya Labolas
Gremory- an tasa shi Gremory on ca
Gusion- secore vesa anet Gusion
Haagenti- Haaventi on ca lirach
Halphas- erato Halphas on ca secore
Haures- ganic tasa fubin Flauros
Ipos- desa an Ipos ayer
Leraje- caymen vefa Leraje
Leviathan- jaden tasa hoet naca Leviathan
(Water, protect our circle, Lord Leviathan)
Lilith- renich viasa avage Lilith lirach
Lucifage- eyen tasa valocur Lucifuge Rofocale
Lucifer- renich tasa uberaca biasa icar Lucifer
(Air, protect the surrounding sky, Lord Lucifer)
Luithian- advisor: deyan anay tasa Luithian
Malphas- lirach tasa Malphas ayer
Mammon- tasa Mammon on ca lirach
Marax- kaymen vefa Marax
Marbas- renach tasa uberace biasa icar Marbas
Marchosias- es na ayer Marchosias secore
Mephisto- Mephisto ramec viasa on ca
Murmur- vefa mena Murmur ayer
Naberius- eyan tasa valocur Naberius
Oriax- lirach mena Orias anay na
Orobas- jedan tasa hoet noca Orobas
Ose- ayer serpente Ose
Paimon- linan tasa jedan Paimon
Phenex- ef enay Phenex ayer
Purson- ana jecore on ca Purson
Rashoon- taran Rashoon nanay
Raum- furca na alle laris Raum
Ronove- kaymen vefa Ronove
Rosier- serena alora Rosier aken
Sabnock- tasa Sabnock on ca lirach
Sallos- serena alora Sallos aken
Samigina- esta ta et tasa Gamigin
Satan- tasa reme laris Satan- Ave Satanis
Satanachia- furca na alle laris Satanachia
Seere- jeden et renich Seere tu tasa
Shax- ayer avage Shax aken
Sitri- lirach alora vefa Sitri
Sonnelion- ayer serpente Sonnellion
Stolas- Stolos ramec viasa on ca
Svengali- desa on Svengali ayer
Taroon- Taroon an ca nanay
Tezrian- ezyr ramec ganen Tezrian
Unsere- Unsere tasa lirach on ca ayar
Uvall- as ana nany on ca Uvall
Valefor- keyman vefa tasa Valefor
Vapula- renich secore Vapula typan
Vassago- keyan vefa jedan tasa Vassago
Vepar- on ca Vepar ag na
Verrier- elit rayesta Verrier
Verrine- elan typan Verrine
Vine- eyesta nas Vine ca laris
Volac- avage secore on ca Volac
Zagan- anay on ca secore Zagan tasa
Zepar- lyan ramec catya Zepar
