Lucifer and Good and Evil.

Norway’s summer is not too hot, in fact it’s been quite cold these days. As I have banished clutter in my material life, I’ve worked on the psychological plane, and Saturn has helped. Luna as usual presents its challenges and getting these two forces to be friends is hard work.

Usually myself is the victim of my own occult process, but today a friend took a blow. I made a mistake that hurt him, and while I apologised it still baffles me how I could make a mistake based on my own ego, and here indeed is the danger of the ego of letting it go.

My animal body is so easily fooled by desire, and the ego once fed, will then take control. The idea here is to be individualistic and a Risen One, while not being an idiot.

I think it was yesterday – I had a moment of thought – over an expensive Whiskey – in my study room, contemplating wether I should write an article on this blog about the concepts of Good and Evil.

Now, most of us Occultists and Luciferians, etc, will go the dualism way on this argument, pointing at the dual nature of Good and Evil are essentially emanating from the same thing, and therefore is an illusion (does not exist). So 2 = 1 = 0.

Even the Bhuddist will realize “all (states of being) are empty”. (Zen).

But if this is so simple, why do human beings put so much time and energy into sorting things into Good and Evil?

Religions, Laws, Morale, Societies and Wars are fought and won over the definition of these things throughout history past present and future.

The obvious danger of defining Good and Evil have been established.

But when we hurt others, we are doing Evil. This is not neccessary or acceptable unless it is necessary. So hurting for pleasure is a distraction from the Great Work. Doing good can also be a distraction, unless it is furthering the ideals in the act of bringing forth the Light.

Nobody is a harder judge than a Luciferian onto himself.

June update

Happy summer everyone. Time for another blog update. I couldn’t find time to blog every week, but if I can blog atleast once a month, hey, that’s better than nothing.

Time to share some of the experiences since last full moon where my vampire friend bit me in the throat as a gesture of love. (Or to ‘turn’ me over to his side.. .he doesn’t care I am more of a wolf type) :)

I’ve had some fun during this time. My brothers invited me to an Arthur Brown concert.. (The guy behind “I am the god of hellfire”). Check out some of his musical past. It mad me curious as I was in the back of the place he had his gig, listening to his singing and high notes.. what does he do that draws people in? Could it be that he has some magickal abilities? My (occult) brother had been to one of his concerts before, and did some magick, and sure enough, Arthur noticed. So he jumps off stage and suddenly stares into my brother and says “you are not one of them!” which is kind of intreaguing. So we now both want to test this guy. Many beers later, and listening to some of his great songs and performance, I kind of get it. He is a child of the 60’s, and well into the currents that came even before that, that triggered this cultural revolution, that in a way is still going on, but is also a very slow birth…. he knows how to create an ecstatic energy flow. And that’s it.

Sure, everyone has magickal abilities innate, and what Arthur teaches is a connection to the raw elements, and ecstatic Lunar energies, as well as some Mercurial/Saturn things, he is a chaotic energy indeed :)

It took a bit of banishing to balance all the energies after that.

I’ve had a wonderful time this past month doing meditations and group rituals, that further completes the Great Work. I am about to increase the energy and work towards this end, and finish my Saturn and Luna work and move on to higher levels of energy work.

So still going strong!

I am working with the light in the spiritual level, but my nepesh/body is also very much a creature of the night. If there is duality and such notions as good and evil exists, then yes, for the good of goodness sake I want to help others and do the Great Work. But my lower self is also seeking out pleasure for its own sake, and it is deeply rooted in earth and nature, and lunar sexuality. This is of course a distraction from my main work, but something I have to balance.

So my Lucifer angel nature of light, is balanced against my Werewolf daemon. They both want different things in life, and yet here I am, typing at this computer, finally seeing that they are twins of duality and can be dissolved into one, if I so will.

For now I am happy knowing that each one gets their turn. My body and soul is scarred, I know :)

Such is the life of an evolving Luciferian.

Walpurgisnacht

I felt the blazing heat of the sun, its solar winds feeling corrosive on my flesh. I drive my little blue car while trying to stay away from the sun’s rays hitting me. 

I wear dark sunglasses. I exit the vehicle and make my way toward the train station. So. Many. People. The energies of the crowd combined with the energy of the sun is overwhelming. 

Such chaotic noise. All the muggle thoughts I can hear in my head. The worries and struggles of the masses bathed in bright daylight. 

The train appears. I notice three undercover ticket controllers. Their body language betrayed them 50 metres away, but nobody else seems to notice. 

A crowd of people get off the train. I am a night person. All these people are a lot to handle for a sensitive me. 

There, at the very end, far behind everyone else is my Vampire friend. 

As if by magick, the weather changed into clouds and the beautiful light of shrouded daylight veiled in twilight occurred, and the temperature dropped instantly to a comfortable level. My friend looks at me silently. Thankfulness was expressed. 

It was only much later, in the evening, my friend points out that tonight is Walpurgisnacht, and we both kind of realize how a coincidence that we would be together on such a marked day. Decidedly we had made it so, even while not realizing conciously. 

I wonder how I will explain the marks I now carry on my throat. The sexual extacy was a combination of demonic possession, and an energy exchange going back and forward which I am glad I could handle much better than I expected. 

He of course was hungry for energy and I gave it, and to his big surprise I now have an endless supply of it. Perhaps that is why he was surprised too that I did not faint like most of his lovers do. Or nearly died like before. 

Instead I infused him with energy actively, in the throat chakra and in the heart chakra. I withdrew the energy, holding it and purifying it before putting it back again, much like keeping a fire alive by blowing on it, my breath following the exhange of energies. 

My alchemical fire was accelerated and I got quite a rush, feeling giddy and almost giggling in surprise. His reponse, looking at me with grey wolflike eyes and a serious white fanged set of teeth, was that most of his lovers are usually drawn in but end up frightened by what happens with the dynamic energy exchange. 

In my case I just have one problem which is to conceal bitemarks on my neck for the next week or so. 

Full moon

Its a full moon tonight. I gaze out into the garden through my window. No stars but the moonlight reflects down on a cast-iron cauldron where the flowers from last year have yet to aspire to live again. 

I should repaint that cauldron, the 200 year blackness has faded into dull gray, the moonlight shine in it almost neonlike tint. 

I am alone in the neighbourhood since all the muggles are according to tradition celebrating th easter in log cabins in the Norwegian mountains. Huh. The snow has relented, and lo, even the grass in my garden is green. At first sign of summer, Norwegian muggles are a strange breed, as they go up into the cold, snowy mountain, as if not wanting to let go the cold embrace of King Winter. I am left alone, to enjoy the first glimpse of summer. Alas, then, how quick the sun blazed across the sky. 

How I was in the garden repairing the old wooden benches. I oiled the old oakwood, the old boards drinking the moisture foaming of white bubbles of success. 

No sooner than a blink of my eye and i gaze into the red flames of the setting sun. And time begins to slow again. Another blink and its 0300 in the night. It is my time. Finally I get to do the things I enjoy. 

Its been like this as long as I can remember. My days fly, my mundane life on autopilot. Only during night am I awake, and enjoy my time, alone. 

I enjoyed watching The Borgias on Netflix. I seldom watch any modern entertainment. I rather read books. This series, and Dexter, would be an exception. Borgia, the 15th century pope from Spain, living at the time of the famous Medici bankers of Florence, and such persons as Leonardo daVinci and Macviavelli. Not to forget Lucretzia and Cesare Borgia, what a wonderful couple. 

I enjoyed wine from that district, recently, and won an item on eBay from that time. Such connection. Wonderful. 

The popes of all times has surely carried all the sins of mankind; when not being the cause of sin themselves. 

What I would give to have even one hour alone in the Vatican archives..

But I digress. The moon is charging my Lunar body. My senses are heightened. I hear things move in the garden. My house is empty except myself, and the occasional astral junk my already heightened senses even more clearly point out. 

Sleep is for morons who go with families to vacations. But seriously I would not mind being lost in sleep, to get my attention away from all the impressions of stellar, lunar and eartly natures. 

I have my feather pen, ink and parchments, and Ive updated my journal. And now I am blogging from my iPhone, the tool of correspondence of this time. 

Would that times be simpler. I sometimes wish back. 

When wood yielded only to fire and metal, and water was carried, not pushed through stale kilometers of copper tubes. 

The first Harry Potter movie is so great to watch. I saw it yesterday. If you ignore the silly CGI and the absurd idea that magickal invocations is done in Latin, the feelings I get are so simple and cute and innocent, also heavily influenced by British culture, but it is refreshing to feel how creativity and fantasy is being let loose in all the scenery, storytelling and details. 

About being different

A Luciferian does have some extra powers unknown to others.

I have incredible possibilities to affect my surroundings, when I use the power to do it. The problem is, I tend to forget.

I am reminded again when things don’t go my way. Perhaps when I let mundane struggles pull me down, I wake up like from a bad dream and remember ‘wait! I shouldn’t have to feel like this!’ and I do something about it.

For instance, a week passed, I’ve mostly had clients wondering where the next feature of my program is, bills piling up, projects stopping and my boyfriend have been to busy to meet.

Yesterday, perhaps aided by the extra power of the New Moon, I felt I had to do something. I had a meeting explaining the new powerful artificial intelligence of my programming project, which swooned the client so they now realize its the next big thing, projects are moving again and my relations are such that I have a romantic date finally, both me and him being able to take time off our busy life and just enjoy time together.

I must constantly remind myself that although I am a humble person with lots of love for other beings, I do posess some power of manifestation that I tend to forget. And I must be careful, because I always get what I want so I must be careful what I wish for.

Now then, to go off work and have drinks with my boyfriend, in a bar built on a 12th century convent. Reflect on the past and the future as we stand on the ruins of prayer and humility.

Invocation to Lucifer and what to expect.

Hello everyone. A while back ago (years ago) I wrote an invocation to Lucifer. Or two. There are probably some versions somewhere on my site. The reason I wrote them was to give the humble reader some inspiration, perhaps to write your own version. My invocation was more like a hymn, a dedication, or meditation more than a ritual.

Perhaps I should have written a more elaborate ritual with a clear intention, perhaps when you decide to take the Luciferian path, something is ready to give in your life, that you finally emerge as the one solely in charge of your life. Indeed, realizing this is more horror than selling your soul to the proverbial devil.

You find yourself alone, but free, and if you so desire to be truly free and in charge of your destiny, then you should do the invocation. If you have any doubt or projections of any negative sort you should not.

You must be able to trust your instincts on this one. It helps if you have prior occult knowledge. No, I daresay it is required you be a magickian for you to do a magickal invocation of any kind.

Depending on what system you have studied or worked on, you perhaps know to test your vision when you do a skrying or invocation of any kind. Well, to be honest, there is no textbook answer how to test the presence of Lucifer the archangel in you. Or yes, some of you may say that testing with the sigil of Lucifer will work, or that something else will work. Fine. Do that.

But if you do not know how to test, or what to expect,  please dont trust the voices in your head. Instead, relax, enjoy, and take it as a journey. You’re just a tourist but you did travel there.

Don’t have sex with Lucifer unless you know what you’re doing :D

I wish you luck. My invocation is too personal to share, but it sure was interesting and I am still experiencing daily consequences.