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 BluePixieWaves
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 Summoning Demons.
#15792735 - 02/11/12 12:30 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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I'm really curious and excited to try this. Haha. I know this is ignorant and juvenile but I don't really believe in demonic beings, so it seems like pure fantasy to me. The other night my friends sister was warning us to "not mess with that shit" because she truly believes there are negative entities that will fuck with you. It's ironic because now she's got me interested. Sometimes I scare myself when I begin to doubt the nonexistence of a deity, heaven, hell, god, fairy whatever. So I just want to do it for fun and to test my disbelief.
Does anyone know of some legitimate satanic mantras, books, websites, sources anything?
You can try to talk me out of it or help me to do it in the safest most knowledgeable way possible.
Your choice.
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
Edited by BluePixieWaves (02/11/12 12:46 PM)
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gotmagic
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self sacrifice will usually help with this... you better banish properly for many reasons. will it be invocation or evocation?
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.—Albert Einstein
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3Cajun1Mo8
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Eat about half an oz of mushrooms, then the demons will come
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BluePixieWaves
Counting the Waves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: gotmagic]
#15792800 - 02/11/12 12:42 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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Invocation
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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gotmagic
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ya the more pain you feed the demon the happier it will be to come. what demon do you have in mind? the most important part of this will be banishment before and after so that you dont end up crazy
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.—Albert Einstein
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BluePixieWaves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: gotmagic]
#15792952 - 02/11/12 01:22 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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I am completely ignorant when it comes to demons, religion, and magic. I don't know much about them really, just the basics. So sources would be helpful.
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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Aser
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The Key of Solomon
www.boudicca.de/keysol-1e.pdf
Read through a few parts a while ago. Never tried it, but I think it is what you are looking for. There are several versions. A search should help you find what you need beyond that.
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Let the first step be one you believe in, and the second one might be profound.
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Kickle
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Quote:
BluePixieWaves said:
Your choice.
No, it is your choice. You cannot pawn that responsibility onto anyone else 
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BluePixieWaves
Counting the Waves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: Aser]
#15793027 - 02/11/12 01:41 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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Thanks
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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BluePixieWaves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: Kickle]
#15793033 - 02/11/12 01:43 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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Sorry but it is your choice to help me or convince me to not try to summon demons. It's my choice to do so. Are you saying you won't help?
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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WakeUp
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A dumb man can't go too long without learning something. -random thinker
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Kickle
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Quote:
BluePixieWaves said:
Sorry but it is your choice to help me or convince me to not try to summon demons. It's my choice to do so. Are you saying you won't help?
my choice is to point out the obvious. that it is you that makes the choice of what you do and how you go about it. it makes no difference what I personally think and it would be foolish of me to willingly provide a scapegoat.
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 Raven Gnosis
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I used to live inside the paradigmatic walls and see the world through the perceptual lens of atheism and rationalism until it all collapsed and I learned that they were simply just that, bodies of ideologies, their praxis and the perceptual lenses inherent to them... I am still heavily skeptical, because I have to be.
I never believed in anything, I still don't believe in anything, but I do often experience things in which I would rather not acknowledge exist...
This is the introduction to the story, followed by an excerpt from much later in the story relating to the nature of what you could potentially be playing with here.
The following story was written in the year 2008 and has not been changed or edited since I abandoned it before it's completion in that year. I have left it in it's raw state so as I and whomever reads this may bear witness to the zeitgeist through my words. It is a brief account of my spiritual awakening, a total collapse and dissolution of my identity and paradigmatic structure, as well as my terrifying plunge from rational minded atheism into a waking nightmare inescapable by the powers of logic and religion, which forever altered who I am, how I experience and understand the world and ultimately the course of my life
"It was a warm summer night, the crickets were chirping and the night air was aglow with the life of summer. When we arrived at his house I remember having the feeling that something was off. I remember wondering “Hmm… I wonder if Ryan is actually here.” Of course he was. Or was he? As we sat in his back yard and shared stories I watched him as he told his part of the story, as he spoke something happened that literally made me jump in my chair. I watched a swollen, ugly rotting face of some old man replace and emerge from his own. It was black and dark purple. My hair stood on end and I interrupted him.
After sharing this he went to tell me that things had been getting bad for him since he had tried desperately to put a curse on the soul that hurt his ex-girlfriend when she was a little girl. He said he sat drumming and chanting, trying to work evil. This was one of the last few times I ever saw Ryan in good health, he quickly slipped into irreversable maddness. My other friend, now shit scared was ready to leave.
We went back up to his and his girlfriend’s house and continued our stories late into the night. That night Ryan had gone home and my buddy Will decided to crash at my place. As I slept I had a dream far different than any other I had ever had; I don’t remember the dream that occurred being the waking event that followed overshadowed it so greatly. Previous to writing this recount of this journey, I made a writing about it in which the dream was improvised but inspired by my dealings with such things. The story went exactly as such. (Besides the dream of course.) I titled the recount “A Nightmare too real”
-“All I could see from every direction I spun where what resembled malevolent kaleidoscopic chromosomes spitting wordless images of horrified melting faces and strange vibrating creatures, all of my thoughts were as clouds of mist I could only see and never have again, my body burnt as if it were exposed to licking flames, "how did I get here?" I thought slowly to the nearly fleshless being that was peeling meat off of my spinal column.
It twisted it’s way through me to stand face to face while still inside of my chest cavity, it’s eyes were hollow swirling balls of moving shadows within darkness, I could feel it’s overwhelming ominousness, as if it were crushing me. Through those fetid globes I could feel him piercing me, ravaging my very being. ---
I awoke screaming, I couldn’t stop, My hair was standing on my head, everyone woke terrified, I could still feel it, pushing in through the back of my body, what would be it’s feet were in my achilles tendons, My hair would not stand down. Pains shot though me that were not of the flesh, It wanted me, It wanted my vessel, was I to be it’s thrall?
I walked into my fathers room and frantically woke him up, he could see the terror in my eyes and asked me what was wrong, I quickly replied “something is trying to possess me!”. He got up out of bed and we walked from his room to the patio. He lit up a cigarette and offered one to me, I declined knowing this would weaken my will. After talking and sitting in silence for a long couple of minutes I began to feel a warmth come over me, I felt the entity start to slowly leave my body.
The piercing tearing sensation slowly ceased, I looked to my Dad and asked “are you praying” he looked at me and replied with a worried look in his eyes “yes”. I could not go back to sleep. My close friend who had been awoken by the commotion called his mom who he no longer lived with to remove himself from the undeniably frightening situation, For weeks after I suffered with wounds I did not know one could be afflicted with. For months this event and several others of this nature lingered in my mind and recurred forcing me to learn to cope with and defend against the very things one would rather not acknowledge exist.
A nightmare too real.”-
This was the first time I had experienced something literally try to possess me, it brought a whole new level of experience to these entities, they were offically not projections of my mind, which I had started to believe in theory. It was terrifying, I had not believed in such things, now I was experiencing it all against my will... How drastic of a change from complete atheism to this... The weeks that followed I was filled with much fear. It literally hurt to walk from where it had tried so desperately to push itself into me. I was scared... Very scared.
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I really don't know what else to say but, be careful... Be skeptical, but don't be so small minded when it comes to the nature of things us as people do not understand... It's too easy for us humans to become arrogant in the comfort of our paradigmatic structures. Our ignorance is truly abysmal in contrast to our knowing...
If you go forward with this, I wish you protection and safety of mind and being...
Reality is more complex than we would like. If we insist upon it making sense, we will find ourselves dispairing. Reality cannot be neatly packaged...
Reality is all that is, and this is often at odds with what we imagine it should be.
רבי ינאי
(Rabbi Yannai)
Jewish sage of the Amoraic Era
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"I had not expected fear, but terror came with her and though I sought a dying moment, she showed me a dying eternity. And though I sought to bring wisdom into the real, she tore the real from me and I was no more, in unbeing, I lost my fear."
"It is only in the face of death that a man's self is born" -St. Augustine.
Watching gardeners label their plants-I vow with all beings-To practice the old horticulture-And let plants identify me
Raven's Trade List
I can help a bit...
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~Some of my musiC~
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BluePixieWaves
Counting the Waves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: WakeUp]
#15793202 - 02/11/12 02:22 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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I suppose I am dumb for expecting to receive help and advice on the Shroomery.
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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 c0sm0nautt
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Look into Goetic Magick.
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astralsun.blogspot.com
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant, and has forgotten the gift. - Albert Einstein
  
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teknix
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Draw an RED X on the center of your forehead, light a white candle, and look in the mirror and repeat "Summon me"
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BluePixieWaves
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If you're being completely honest then I'm sorry you ever had to go through that. That's insane. Sometimes I feel as though their are entities surrounding me and it really scares me. I feel that even speaking of them brings their energy and allows them to get closer. I fear being wrong about what I perceive and try not to entertain delusions of are easily persuadable minds. We can make anything seem real to us and become whatever we believe. It's internally frighting.
Having said that I still do want to go through with it. I plan to do it in the safest possible way
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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teknix
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: teknix]
#15793470 - 02/11/12 03:32 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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You have to look into the reflection of your eyes in the mirror through the flame.
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BluePixieWaves
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Re: Summoning Demons. [Re: teknix]
#15793475 - 02/11/12 03:33 PM (3 months, 16 days ago) |
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Yeah, sure. 
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
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teknix
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:P
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