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A wheel V, 0,V, 8,V, 10,V, 3. Extract sequence:

0,8,10,3 -> extend to differences -> 0,8,10,3,-16, -50, -102, -175, -272, -396, -550, -737, -960, -1222, -1526,- 1875, -2272, -2669

Highest 10 suggests mod 11. Check sequence:

0,8,10,3,6,5,8,1,3,0,0,0,8..

Middle zero marks start. Check. Indeed:

Start on step 11(0=11mod11) take absolute value:

550 - faithful

737 - flame (uriens)

960 - wages

1222 - of gold

1526 - to execute vengeance on

1875 - Crowley (b'year of)

2272 - mark/spot

2669 - a fellow soldier

I don't know what to make if it, reads like a murder plot. Lol.

Dream about an angel

An angel said to me the following:

The will of God is testing the fullness of strength.

On the wheel of time, pairs conjoined.

It was clearly a rotation infinitely forward.

How to interpret this. I think it was Metatron.

An angel said to me the following:

The will of God is testing the fullness of strength.

On the wheel of time, pairs conjoined. It was clearly a rotation infinitely forward.

How to interpret this. I think it was Metatron.

I am a demonolater, who is also into angelolatery now. I started with Archangel Michael and moved to Archangel Haniel. My matrons are Lilith, Ishtar and Hekate.

Difference so far. It seems with demons you have more choice, also bad choices. I find angels more on the line of this is the right way and you do it like this.

I came a long way from the Qliphoth and tunnels of Set. Worked on, destroyed and purified myself while doing the work and now I am strongly advised to have a look at the other side.

It sounds weird, but I am a little bit afraid of angels.

Qulielfi - developing servitors, sigils and mudras

Qulielfi is one of the archdemons from the tunnels of Set. I perceive her as female. And she doesn't seem to get a lot of love, but she is very pleasant to work with.

I started working with her for dealing with issues around borders. Not only she helped me with that, she also explains common human interaction, helps me with designing servitors and sigils!

She learned me automatic writing, and now focusing on mirror work. Oh and to have fun even when people are difficult.

But what I really enjoyed was a simple schematic notation to note mudras! Which we defined a couple too.

Thanks Qulielfi.

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There you are in your ridicilous circle on the ground. Ceremonial magick. Circle cut on floorboard.

Yes, people did it for thousands of years. But they also burned children. Still you do it. You speak non-sense words, for you.

You press on, keep going, the air around you gets milky white. Tap, tap, does the staff. Outside, outside this circle, you don't even think about touching whatever there is. And there she forms, beautiful Ishtar. Holding a sword, likely an anachronism. You try to remember if they had swords in Babylon, but no-one is home, you are flooded with raw desire. She speaks and you obey.

Calling the Queen of Heaven, stupid boy, she taunts. Dumbstruck you stare.

Cut the circle, she demands.

And you cut the circle. No to be more precise, your hands move to cut the circle. Because you will do everything now.

Now the boundary between you and her is gone. Now, she gives you ecstasy. Not like the pills. And also not the raw desire. No, no, that is a cheap substitute. This is the real stuff. The feeling that fucked over kingdoms. Destroyed civilizations and started movements.

And so you give yourself to her for nothing, just to be close to her. She doesn't even need to say anything. You just say the words like they were always yours. A vow forever and ever and ever.

And She promises: your life will never be boring again.

It is three o'clock in the night and I feel her hands on my back. I was asleep, but no longer. She is president Glasya-Labolas. See, how I can stimulate your heart rate, she says. I feel her caress my neck. It has something sharp. I begin to gasp a bit. It feels good and a bit, potentially deadly. It is intimate though. Close and intimate.

Then she pulls back, don't forget to call the clinical trial tomorrow. It is important.

She is into the progress of science.

Hail president Glasya-Labolas!

It is three o'clock in the night and I feel her hands on my back. I was asleep, but no longer. She is president Glasya-Labolas. See, how I can stimulate your heart rate, she says. I feel her caress my neck. It has something sharp. I begin to gasp a bit. It feels good and a bit, potentially deadly. It is intimate though. Close and intimate.

Then she pulls back, don't forget to call the clinical trial tomorrow. It is important.

She is into the progress of science.

Hail president Glasya-Labolas!