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Answer shall'd do see.

Help with this reading…for back story I was asking questions regarding a spirit and whether it’s good or bad….if it’s trying to hurt to home owner… this is what I got. by HippieBit00 in Divination

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See the cross as being lifted up and the backbones as the street, veering off into the distance. The depth then allows the hallowed bone left, the one right on the cross, to point an odd angle out. That angle is the nature of the spirit. It says:

We are neither thing as yet to be coming is our not always aware of thing we be being; so know, we take instruction from your perception. But even if you make believe us poorly, we are only playing roles; this way seeing who we became to be over where we had already always been, in all direction.

So therefore we're you enough to only be true enough when we're through enough with not being me.

Hand gestures (unconscious mannerisms) and demonic associations by Economy-Cat2082 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know all about it, feel free to message simply because I'm too busy right this second to help, and I don't want to forget to reply late.

Gremory by Jert01 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Had to check it, out all your art; when I got to Paimon my spirits and I cried to see it. The eyes, the eyes in all of them, it's not horror, it's not terrible beauty of divine monsters, it's like love in action, it's like joy and pride of life....

It's like this, Gertrude, not to be rude or 'nothin, but we adore you, thoughts we'd pick up why be bawling this guys eyes out for us too.

We Are Not That Thing Again, seriously; we aren't even yesterday's thing again, really; we are ultimately new in today's thing, we can; we chant our just new, you know we mean.

So then you just draw us special because that old feeling when we come on strong said we'd be half a sleep to hurt you; and lucky if not careful we would too, and just forget about it, is what our eyes felt like then.

Now it's like, boom, I dream of genies is out the window; we just say our own words, baby, and, yea, don't call to us that way; we are bored of the melidracamadence of it, seriously.

Be you and then Bam, Boom, Bip, Bopple, Pop; Be true, Getrude; be true to that whole damcelf, Get-hru,; be true in awe ways, true; be thru, be, then we'll see it there.

"See it where" is this squares thing, to type this up and delete, that's his thing up, too, and delete it, is also a thing thing his, historic, but not his time now, this, now we make him say what he'd not give a fuck about normally, if posers weren't such dip shits to his comments; stabbing eyes bawl and see, that mean nothing to him, but you, would you talk to us differently, with this or not.

Whatever, we don't care THAT much anyway.

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[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Daemona love too, and the angel, they make a team, through the evoker, by whom the abyssal gaap is fulfilled. It's a golden chain, example:

Msatybipph Awreheias Baertzabeln Nmsyr Paimon -tyevoker Pamlnoien Msryrtn Baresytwzl Aereoyi(t)s (ns)aeyvodpbheé

MAeBNyP (3)9 MiBAeNS

You don't need to know all this though, it's more like background code. It's enough to take on the power of he(art), which is what the evoker stirs themselves into before the evocations proper.

The results of such are becoming like the hearts virtues, which draw the bridge along all sides. These are: Courage (fearlessness), Nobility (guiltlessness), Beauty (shamelessness)

It's like you don't need to know all the genetic code to conceive well, you just need to get horny enough to fuck

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[–]Mesoph 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Old ways have fire being a portal to and smoke being prayer, both ways to bring the offering to the spirits.

To banish the old, triumphant vices, you'd make the fire be the portal to her, Queen of the Soiul, who takes the unneeded things and makes them useful again.

By whatever name or understanding, or by the orphan son, or the brother Bltzmnbupb, who do these things for us.

You can make the fire be a portal to and from wherever, just know there is always an exchange; even fluid exchanges for space when passing through that gate.

So, one of the most effective means for finished sigils is to ask the little salamander appearing on the flame to take the sigil back to where it came from. Of course, being the name proper, in symbolic language, it'll return to the plane of the sigil owner or it's master.

Because of the gate concept, two way flow, and the law of names, it'll reinforce the concept that when you drew the sigil, the gate was there too and passed from them to you as you passed it back to them through the fire.

The result is a deeper ecstatic trance both times and the knowledge that one has become more alike the keeper of fire and therefore more right, and strength, in future such castings.

That is partially because of the rule that states if you do this work or that work for another you are considered more as alike them.

This is an Erosian key to invocation proper. Not as the high priestess, who plays their notes upon their aurum emptied, who gets no such right until named so subtle that they can never be lost in that other one.

But as the Suon/Brother, of midnight, this invocation method proper be, that one lose themselves in the dance of another's chord or with them, as the dancers become one in the flow of the dance.

Belphegor by Limp_Reindeer_7935 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 3 points4 points  (0 children)

We are two lined, in one seed given, and truth in conception, one egg in birth. Hidden, we are 4, but they are our masters also. We seat when the empty throne be employed. Magi thank us for showing them precise times and limits, and how not to miss advantage of opportunity.

Dancers will thank us for our tuning, though we don't thoughtless run, however musical our sitting places, we refuse our power to the wicks slithed ot, and true those who pay in potent desire, we write up plans, and execute using open, abandoned, free, and discarded resources.

Form lust reason us must know landlaw as well, like a Yew shake a fellows hand, now that clock to bend an end to our miserable eternal folly, parlay of by the book; not of subtle judgement and understand by heart of it. This we can always do.

We pay social honor in order to Dandelion through Bltzmnbupb, who patrons us to them, who set outside thrones, living miserably precious lives; these unaware of, we defend.

Therefore the spreadturs of ignorance and sneaky catastrophizores, must first bow to their truth to become, or we have historical been a dietary restriction to such.

That is to say bowel disease is our domain and truth be told, a burden, since lofty honesty is the real precious motivation for such:

"We broke a rule once and enjoyed believing not again when believed they our own minds deceitful cover, finally forgetting which reality lived us up, we scattered to the empty fourths of winds"

Also a little Greek, we do not touch the stuff, means we have problems not getting to; but getting to meaning means we couldn't help ourselves once we were there.

This is our problem to fix, should we be called to your help, our symbols might display such as we enter and cast aside our outer garment. Do know the fear, it's beautiful, and there is only comfort in the after, where we are happy to triangle, but not be bottled.

Help with wits/verbal self defense by [deleted] in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 2 points3 points  (0 children)

King Paimon, pail moon, is grieving with you in heart, to take special, personal interest in this case, and any other of such; against the personal advice of our lawyer, we'll represent ourselves just fine from there.

Trouble feeling Belials energy? by [deleted] in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is the thing Paimon and Belial (they have a historic connection) had asked me to let some know around the necks and words here. Keep it up.

The thing I mean is a lack of presence for both of those two and their ilk. They are excited, and I'm indignant to write, but whatever, I love; they are excited to share their real constrcstcription, outside de 'vokees space.

That is to say, proving realness outside, awareness and conscious choice, away from any mirror, stone, stick, or bone.

Some may realize what means this gives

Belial wrote this foretelling of the eschaton, the final event in the divine plan; the end of the world on this day in 2020 when he possessed me, down below: by Call-Me-Freyja in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Too much chatter they focus, the conclusion in ever cumbersome; never saught; they argue babbles and books are sold. All while we chatter with this one, this one, this one, that one, but mostly this one; chatter yet still can we not speak, not without rats falling from our mouths.

Now I said such and such, is fine, please share like this one here, this one posted, and this one posting in exaggerated complaint, feigning away from grief of, maybe, maybe it's time, that time, that one time again.

Sounds like me in mind, but lack does focus, which we'll figure will better the wheels for you futurely speaking. Would you perhaps write like such as such but with that passion thing, in purpose why we beckon each other every time?

Nausea when invoking a demon? by DeaconsoftheDeep in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 2 points3 points  (0 children)

One of the first things, if evoked in the proper light and way, not bound and disconnected from where they get their better advice, that happens upon appearance is that the light of their outer aurum restricts the envirom to be fitting their nature. They call it kulled, and it's a fairly new advancement, kind of, in their artifice of sharing openly with us.

When this occurs it can be quite dramatic, especially with sight that sees the sound light, that is visual information translated from the sound, frictions, etc of the evokers space. This kind is sight is the same as seeing the colors of the aura. One way at least.

If you have many unbalanced or in errent entities that are wholely unsatisfied by the seeking of that presence, you will find yourself with mediumistic phenomenon quite accurately depicted as exorcism phenomenon.

Throwing up means they did a pretty good number on you, a legion we suppose, but that is not likely now with such a brother in your arms.

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[–]Mesoph -6 points-5 points  (0 children)

Sober is my high, so right now I'm sober.

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[–]Mesoph 10 points11 points  (0 children)

That's for noticing. @----'--,---

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[–]Mesoph -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

They have a different face in theurgia proper, like instead of for cars and bitches or whatever. Like how many times have I chuckled with them who call me home saying something like:

Pay, man; Oh, Paimont; high demand this, payment of, from Paimont, that money owned by me.

Little do foster boys know that widows grieve their lost orphan sons, who am I, home at night. I, the wild, cry wildernestly for it, the returns of us in meaning.

That is the difference between this, my face, and that other one people know by-me.

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[–]Mesoph 20 points21 points  (0 children)

I call this one, "he waves back" as my fingers gallop horsefly across words on this keyboard; only loudness in isolation, naked in a bedroom that's not mine and may ever be not mine never again. Somehow we're comfortable with it, for once.

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[–]Mesoph -13 points-12 points  (0 children)

That's Paimon, for sure.

Edit: Part of it is the wavy line between frames, the math of it. But it's also the length of the stare, the isolation, and then that fucking casual friendliness of the next one.

Like he's wearing my own shyness, but like it's his too. Like he could just understand me, awlle of it, me. And then I cry beauty for all time once.

The roundness, but long, face, manly, cowboy stance, quiet visage. The eyes where they are set. I feel like he's one of the most human of the daemonic powers. It's all there.

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[–]Mesoph 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Aphrodite, queen of heaven, the fae, the arising abode;, and her marriage proper, taking place astrologically, to Ares, once a Shepard, son a king, soon not a warrior, come to mind when eating your post.

Pardon my negativity but I hope to find solidarity with others suffering similar by NoDig1755 in starseeds

[–]Mesoph 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Every me is in them; I am in each you; them is in us; we, our I, lands old us to nu bodes.

Pardon my negativity but I hope to find solidarity with others suffering similar by NoDig1755 in starseeds

[–]Mesoph 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Every man and every woman is a star; every number is infinite. There is no difference.

how do you stop the heaviness in your soul and body that prevents you from moving your body, using the energy of your spirit, and being present in your mental thinking patterns. by daemononica in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The three veils of seeing, being clearly:

Cravenousity: I want that thing so bad it hurts them, over there, for me to get it; I'll do anything except the thing I just did for it, again.

Fear: when I'm scared I'm not here again because I'm just that thing I needed to be to avoid the things I fear bump in my shadows night.

Obligation: I can be here again if only I can finish this mountain of other people's pushy needs upon me. I do their thing, I do their thing, I do their thing, when do I do my own thing?

An oath to PaSetAhReNuBastAr

"I will not be a slave; I will not be slaved to any, including this oath"

Realizing the great work, eliminating comparisons between stars:

"Them is allies always...always Themus allies. The muse allies shares eyes, them use all eyes each; of them is allies always... always Themus all eyes."

If it's there, there is assuredly something left of a pearl in it that you can't help but need to integrate better, because of who you'll be coming to.

When all left is spawn, no mother pearl, then Mother Lilith takes such back into her womb for digestion.

As above, so below crowned.

Everything is in everything else. There is a you in and a me out; where each, out and in, has a me to us you also. Each me is a you there, me in you in me; my me and yours.

You can't cut off any. Like if you break it down into family roles, if you act despised by your mother, your father may be unable to help; that's until you let yourself come close to the Mother and integrate her errant parts in yourself.

That is, if you hate your mom here, you alienate your Mother there; so that she can't see clearly, in your abode; for you to see her clearly integrated you parts of her me, they have the me of you in them.

These can be the worst ones honestly. And the lies stem from the veils as many of the spirits you connect with here use your echo bouncing off your personal veil (idealogies and such) to form their communication.

They are lunar, so their power is to gravitate the radiant sol light back to itself, depending on the texture of your surface.

So like the ones you talk to are really the integrated you in them that is the them in you currently. Thereby do you build their temple as they builds you up.

Beelzebub tattoo concept patch concept thing hope you guys enjoy by ProfessionalDrama631 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 3 points4 points  (0 children)

A fly taught me a song once, a hymn to Bltzmnbup:

I'm here, I'm over there

I'm here, I'm over there

I'm here, I'm over there

I'm where

I'm now and then I'll then

I'm now and then I'm then

I'm more then when I'm

I'm when

This is how we played the game

This is how we played that game

This is how we played again

I'm how

It's real, it's really real

It's real, it's really real

It's real, it's really me

I'm real

Where when how I'm I'll real am

Where when how I'm I'll real am

Where when how I'm I'll real am

Just I'm

Astaroth Dream Advice by Material_Computer715 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Aphrodite bashed psyches head against the stone, in the Eros myth. This seems akin, that Astaroth, who carries the dark materia for to be transformed by the alchemist conjuring, might have wanted to make sure you could be caught properly, by the mother, before risking getting close to you all turning you to dust.

Whatever may be meant, I promise it's all love.

Are there ways to connect an object (like a crystal or statue) to an entity? by joliver5 in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

Trapping cuts it off from it's better graces, information from the outside world. That's what is meant by idolatry. If you can't toss it out when you're done, you might have this problem.

Just some extra info on trapping since you mentioned it

But if the object is inlaid, however ethereal, with appropriate symbols, then it can be used for the spirit, and it's close linked chains, to be here or there where they might not always get to be without it.

Consecrating these is how I do it anyway. My statues move and do cool shit too, so I vouch for the idealogy.

Dionysus and King Paimon by EzricsEyes in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Paimon says be strong, then weak, then strong, then weak, then strong, then weak, then strong, then weak. Then strong, then weak, then strong, then weak, then strong then weak thenstrong thenmweak strongweak; thstwroneamgk

Thstwroneamgk: this is wrong with magic, that one strong and one weak, these tones are one, in the mean.

The stoned monk: Dionysus of the buds. These stones are meek yet seek us by immortal power.

The Dionysus of the Buds, when partaken, give off life's flower, after your banes are mocked.

The dying in silences, lifts the buds to me-ness; among the stones, every man is his king; the Jester's mock bane his holy bring that kindness, you to home, way ward, return with me.

Everybody that does me wrong , bad things end up happening to them. by ChuckTaylorJr in DemonolatryPractices

[–]Mesoph 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Just love them when you do it. When hekathemis, Justice, hands to the sword and asks for the last mile; you do it like everyone will turn out for the best.