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Over the course of a few months, beginning in the summer, I’ve had some memorable dreams dealing with subjects that are conventionally taboo. The first dream that shocked me was of me summoning a demon using my own urine. I doubt that’s involved in any summoning or evocation rituals but it goes along with the taboo theme. The demon appeared to me as a small, purple, almost holographic projection in a pocket watch held open in my hand. His appearance honestly reminded me of common depictions of Papa Legba, though I highly doubt that was him considering I’m Eastern European. I don’t exactly remember what was said to me but this demon told me off and it felt like I need to be getting on with something and stop wasting time. I woke up feeling SO pulled toward the energy of this dream and oddly comforted.
The next dream I had was of me meeting Death, or at least a personification of it. I asked him some questions (of course I didn’t remember them upon waking) and while his energy was obviously very heavy, I enjoyed our conversation. The final dream that stood out to me was of my spirit rising from my body after death (or at least separation from my body). There was a white, tightly woven net in my vision, which I could see through but I pulled it off. I floated around my former home, said hi to my sweet kitty who is currently asleep beside me <3 and kind of had a thought of “now what”? I wasn’t scared, I just was unsure of what the next thing that needed to be done. I personally haven’t had any issues with the concept of death since early childhood. I think it’s an inherently good thing spiritually and physically (I mean, our bodies are designed to die). Of course, I dread the emotional turmoil of loved ones dying but I have no concerns about the actual afterlife.
Alongside those dreams, I’ve been having a very strong pull towards deconstructing the various Abrahamic perceptions of demons and pursuing working relationships with them. I’ve also become particularly attracted to media dealing with somewhat related taboo topics, such as The Master and Margarita (both book and 2005 series).
Just to make matters more interesting, my mother, who lives on an entirely different continent has recently begun working with and worshipping Hekate, as well as undergoing her own deconstruction of what is darkness and taboo, and why. She and I have always been rather spiritually aligned, coming to the same conclusions independently before confirming with each other, usually within a few months to a year of one another.
At the same time, I’ve been working through traumas I thought I had laid to rest (especially during September’s eclipses), working on myself to be a better partner to my husband, and overall cultivating more intentional compassion.
I’m basically on the verge of reaching out to Marquis Marchosias because he appeals to me as a seemingly easy going spirit. Since the first dream, I haven’t been able to shake the intense desire to venture onto this path of demonolatry, which is shocking to me. I’ve been a polytheist and animist for many years, primarily focusing on my ancestral deities and spirits alongside Hellenism and Religio Romana. I’ve always had (and still have) and aversion to edgy things, which for the longest while I associated demonolatry with. But now? I don’t know.
The next dream I had was of me meeting Death, or at least a personification of it. I asked him some questions (of course I didn’t remember them upon waking) and while his energy was obviously very heavy, I enjoyed our conversation. The final dream that stood out to me was of my spirit rising from my body after death (or at least separation from my body). There was a white, tightly woven net in my vision, which I could see through but I pulled it off. I floated around my former home, said hi to my sweet kitty who is currently asleep beside me <3 and kind of had a thought of “now what”? I wasn’t scared, I just was unsure of what the next thing that needed to be done. I personally haven’t had any issues with the concept of death since early childhood. I think it’s an inherently good thing spiritually and physically (I mean, our bodies are designed to die). Of course, I dread the emotional turmoil of loved ones dying but I have no concerns about the actual afterlife.
Alongside those dreams, I’ve been having a very strong pull towards deconstructing the various Abrahamic perceptions of demons and pursuing working relationships with them. I’ve also become particularly attracted to media dealing with somewhat related taboo topics, such as The Master and Margarita (both book and 2005 series).
Just to make matters more interesting, my mother, who lives on an entirely different continent has recently begun working with and worshipping Hekate, as well as undergoing her own deconstruction of what is darkness and taboo, and why. She and I have always been rather spiritually aligned, coming to the same conclusions independently before confirming with each other, usually within a few months to a year of one another.
At the same time, I’ve been working through traumas I thought I had laid to rest (especially during September’s eclipses), working on myself to be a better partner to my husband, and overall cultivating more intentional compassion.
I’m basically on the verge of reaching out to Marquis Marchosias because he appeals to me as a seemingly easy going spirit. Since the first dream, I haven’t been able to shake the intense desire to venture onto this path of demonolatry, which is shocking to me. I’ve been a polytheist and animist for many years, primarily focusing on my ancestral deities and spirits alongside Hellenism and Religio Romana. I’ve always had (and still have) and aversion to edgy things, which for the longest while I associated demonolatry with. But now? I don’t know.
