Newsgroups: alt.magick.tyagi,alt.magick,alt.satanism,alt.lucky.w,alt.paranormal.spells.hexes.magic,alt.christnet.demonology Subject: Adversarial Aeon Year 5 Begins with Crossroads Ritual From: boboroshi@satanservice.org (SOD of the CoE) Reply-To: boboroshi@satanservice.org (SOD of the CoE) Kali Yuga 5000 Month 06 Day 06 Year V of the Aeon of the Adversary (traditional TOKUS initiation day!) om kali due to the fabulous fucking and sucking and masturbating and kissing I never did get to sleep last night before rising about 3am and, dressing, pausing to do my prayers (in a trenchcoat!), grabbing my point-down pentacle ear-ring, the Black Arts mojo bag with its accompanying instructions, and a bottle of water, I headed downstairs into the dark world. I stopped at the Halloween Section of the house and inscribed the mojo bag with a pentagrammatic sigil from my Stylus used for my blood on this night years ago. we never really did figure out where the nearest dark street intersection might be, but I had a plan. having the printed formula in mind (a very simple set of actions really), I grabbed a vial of Black Arts Oil and sauntered off down the road. turning left at the school, I walked to the first cross-traffic intersection of which I knew, hoping it might not be too light. alas, it was veritably sunbeamed with streetlight splendour, so I continued across it and walked into unknown territory. that I had not taken time away from my perfect pairing with sri catyananda to walk the streets of Sonoma Country surrounding ArkaotikA struck me as opportune at this point, since now they seemed wild and full of portent. I listened for the Beast whom I had encountered lo those 5 years ago on the trail returning from my blood pact with Satan: http://www.satanservice.org/tokus/archive/practice/tokuspact.txt but the deep growl never came. I never even heard a single barking dog. from the first, however, I had been chanting to myself, to fix firmly in mind, my purpose: I seek you, Black Man, to acquire power in magic. or some slight variation on this. I repeated over and over, a mantra, occasionally expecting to see the Black Man appearing out of the shadows. I even imagined while I walked and chanted, what I might say to him if he did appear (my mind reeled at the prospect). I considered the chant could be a kind of conditioning to keep me from panic should I actually meet him, and merely continue its content when face to face. I thought of the various stories told about such a meeting at the Crossroads, and, while I expected any figure which did manifest out of the dark would be a flesh-and-blood human being, I wanted to treat the encounter as I have during every other magical journey I undertook. but my surroundings drew more of my attention than was needed for greater cogitation on the meeting than this. there were farm houses and large tract-like homes clustered together along the route I walked. soon I came to an intersection of driveways at an L in the road. it almost formed a stretched X, but I was not satisfied. dark though it was, it was not trafficked and did not meet my criteria. I continued on the road into darkness, noticing the density of stars, the Milky Way very clear in the sky overhead, Ursa Major on my right, and I saw a strange set of stars (probably something in Sagittarius, perhaps Cygnus and company) along the galaxial horizon. into a T-intersection did I enter, again seeing that a cluster of homes ahead indicated an end to the road, so I turned left once more, conscious that this meant heading back toward Mirabel Road in a kind of U shape from left to right. my memory was that there were no X-traffic intersections ahead and that I would have to head north on Mirabel for a mile or more and search off this 5-way intersection (lighted) for the proper place. however, I was surprised to learn that ahead was a darkened intersection at Mirabel, into a tract development. here I began my spell, taking some time to unravel the bag I had constructed the night before. I completed the conjuration of magical power using the Black Arts mojo bag as per the instructions (with one or two variations owing to the error of my faulty memory or the inspiration of my genius :>). several times during this cars and trucks had approached and I stopped and started the spell accordingly, returning to face West after each interruption. when completed, I left the center of intersection in which I'd been standing and didn't look back. by the time I was walking homeward Sunna was peeking over the horizon and some of the stars were difficult to see toward the East. a small stellar-like light- point resisted this blue opacity, and I presumed that it might be a planet, perhaps Mercury or a willful Saturn. to my left I could see a distant mass of white clouds, fog blanketing the Russian River over the trees. returning home I dangled the partially-wet bag in my hand and considered its use in the magical rites ahead, wondering how it would compare with the Mano Poderosa, whether it would somehow replace it, contemplating how I might wish to do the spell in the future, reinforcing and enhancing this mojo bag and perhaps spending more time at these Crossroads, perhaps getting a glimpse of the Black Man. crawling into bed but an hour and a half after my departure, the sky was already light and I would wake 5 hours later in the arms of my beloved. Happy New Year! blessed beast! boboroshi@satanservice.org (SOD of the CoE)