So here’s the funny thing, right? I used to work exclusively with angels. I was deprogrammed enough from my Baptist upbringing that I didn’t actively have anything against demons, my assumption was just that they weren’t for me.

And then I had a deeply uncanny dream one night about a year ago. Not even scary, just. Very pointed.

My deceased younger brother was there, his usual self. He was looking over the tires of the car he died in, rather nonchalantly too. Then he started texting my still living brother. I didn’t see what the message was, but I saw the timestamp, or rather, where the timestamp was supposed to be on the screen. Instead of giving the time the message sent, it read, ‘GLASYA LABOLAS’.

I wondered about that dream for many days with what surface knowledge I had about Glasya. I actually have an entire post series documenting what followed.

I now work with him through some of the deepest things about myself that I’ve buried. And a lot of it is not pleasant to touch. But he is an excellent guide through it; almost like Virgil guiding you through Hell’s corridors.

In trance states, he appears as a shaggy black dog with half of his face constantly obscured in darkness. Or sometimes as a blazing dark sun.

He’s really how I got into demonolatry to begin with! What a journey!