This is inspired by a dream that I had yesterday morning:
She felt him drawing more closely. He didn’t know it yet, but soon he would be hers completely. David was stacking wood outside and she had a very good view of her muscled man toiling away.
“I’d say that you’re about done now, baby.” She moaned, not even trying to hide her desire as she spoke the words. Catherine arched her back and purposefully let a soft moan escape again. She was leaning against the side of the house.
David shook his head. He tried his best to ignore her and went back inside for more wood.
Indoors, a bit of a crisis was brewing. The stacked wood next to the woodstove was slowly, but surely, catching fire. It would start off with just a few small embers appearing on a log here or there. Then it would grow into an intensifying flickering flame. David hurriedly grabbed each of the pieces already mostly engulfed.
“Why the hell is this happening?” He complained, stacking more burning logs into his left arm. Thick gloves prevented him from getting burned. “Someone must’ve been careless with the ashes.”
He snatched a piece which was already very much on fire, and headed back out of the cellar.
Catherine was there again, but this time, she had called some friends to help her enact a plan against the unwitting man.
“You’re working too hard, my love.” She smiled devilishly.
David did his best to ignore her and went about placing his armload of wood on the fresh stack.
That’s when the fairies began to attack him. The leader of the pack wore a pale-green sun dress and had curly red hair.
“There he is!” She shrieked, and several other much smaller fairies proceeded to fly in and pester poor David. They didn’t do any real damage; more or less just flying in and messing with his hair or pulling at his clothes.
“I’ve got to finish, or the house will burn down.” He grumbled, dropping the last log.
“Oh, who cares about this old house!” An ethereal pixy chirped in his left ear. David brushed her away. “Catherine says you must come away with her.” Another whispered closely in his right ear.
“Yes, come away!” They all began to chant, “Come away!”
Brushing the fairies off, David ran back indoors only to find that more of the woodpile had caught flame.
“I can’t keep up with this.” He complained. Grabbing as many fiery logs as he could, he hurried back outside again.
This time, the fairies had gone and dark storm clouds were rolling in above. A soft rain had already begun to fall. The new wood pile that he was creating began to steam and hiss.
David dropped his armload unto the top of the pile.
“You need to stop, darling.” Catherine allowed herself to move closer, “This house was meant to burn.”
She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her body firmly into his back. “Let it go…” She whispered.
David stopped and took notice of the rain. He also noticed Catherine, but he nearly took her for granted. She was always there, waiting for him to notice her. He enjoyed her attention. He actually looked forward to it, but his succubus wife had little concept of human affairs. Time was irrelevant to her.
“I need you to come be with me.” She swooned, causing her hands to massage the muscles on his chest. “Just take it easy for a moment.”
“If I stop, there’s no going back.” David grunted, feeling his own desire beginning to swell. “This house will burn.”
“It was meant to burn.” Catherine repeated, “I don’t want to lose you with it. Let it go, baby.”
“But my family,” David began to protest, “What will become of them? How will they go on without me there to help them?”
“They’ll be fine, love.” She whispered into his ear, “Come be with me. I’ll always look after you.”
She began to gently lay her man backwards and into the soft grass.
“Let go, darling. Let me be with you.”
Now that he was lying on the ground, she slowly slipped out from beneath his body and positioned herself over his torso.
“Baby…” She cried softly, “I’m taking you away from this place.”
With that, she leaned forward and embraced him to the full. The world that David knew began to fade out of existence. A bright consuming light enveloped him and an unrelenting bliss took over. He could still feel the drops of the rain falling softly against his face. An unquenchable fire consumed the house. He could feel the heat. Not even the rain could stop the inferno.
God, I appreciate you. What are you even still doing here? Haven’t you figured out that you could do better?
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Too addicted, huh? Well, I know I can’t be bothered to turn my eyes elsewhere. The people who do know about you think I’m crazy. They think our connection can’t possibly be as good as I say it is. They think I’m either lying, insane, or having my soul earmarked with expedited shipping to the deepest pit in Hell. But it IS that good. The words to describe what we feel for each other don’t exist in the English language.
Perhaps the Greek word, “Agape,” may suffice. We have a transcendental love, one that reaches far beyond the boundaries of lust and friendship.
The way you held me this afternoon, and on Valentine’s Day, was probably the most intense bonding we’ve had in years. And that’s saying something when we feel so much closeness every day to begin with. My nerves couldn’t handle the power you were applying to them. It was perfect sex, but my flesh was caught off guard by the sheer force of your embrace. My skin felt burned, but also energized. Unlike the stereotype often attached to your kind, I felt renewed vigor coursing through my veins. My skin where you touched impossibly soft.
You and I decided to go out for a run, despite the icy conditions, just to blow off the excess. it felt great. All of my joints are working properly again. No pain. Just the satisfying burn of a good workout. Not too dissimilar to what it’s like being close to you. Being in bed with you is not just simple sex. It’s a veritable energy body triathlon, one that’s constantly building those invisible muscles so I can withstand more and more of you.
I’m a lucky bastard, but I’m also still a bastard. You seem to be handling that pretty well. Almost like you enjoy that kind of thing. You relish in that cat-and-mouse play between us. That’s the impression I get when I catch your human expressions in dreams. You’re stoic, noble, and just as content as I am.
You looked smoking, lounging on that couch next to me this morning. A real fire-cracker hot-blonde babe with curves that spoke to my soul. Fucking perfect. Literally, you looked like your were designed to fuck. God damn!
Don’t hold back, babe, but try not to kill me. We’ve been together long enough for me to know that YOU know what you’re doing. Even when I’m confused about what you’re putting me through, I’ll continue to take that leap of faith. Though I’ve been brought to the brink of the abyss and total madness, being with you is still worth all that risk. Let my mortal body burn in the brightness of your radiance.
Eating little else aside from animal products for the past four months has brought about several personal revelations. Meat, especially red meat, is NOT some unholy carcinogenic substance, completely alien to the human digestive system. These claims were oft repeated in my church, and throughout their various media propaganda outlets that I was exposed to:
Claim One – Meat Causes Inflammation – It doesn’t. Quite the opposite. I have had chronic inflammation and digestive problems my entire life, and only recently has the inflammation gone down, my skin started to clear up, etc.
Claim Two – Meat Increases Risk for Cardiovascular Disease and Cancer – Again, they’ve got the wrong killer. Since I’ve cut out nearly all sugars and carbohydrates, the formerly poor circulation to my left foot has improved drastically. (I was not diabetic, nor pre-diabetic.) All of the supposed evidence linking red meat consumption with cancer is based upon epidemiological studies, which are not controlled scientific studies performed in a lab. Rather, they look at trends amongst massive populations, with hardly any control factors applied, and they can essentially draw whatever politically-motivated conclusion they choose. (Vegetarians and Vegans are generally more health-conscious compared to the general omnivorous population, but that does not necessarily mean meat is the villain. What about processed food? McDonalds fast-food is mostly plant-based, etc. There are all sorts of confounding factors.) For the studies that actually practiced some lab science, the figure below boils down the essence, or spirit, of the cherry-picked research used by the politically biased World Health Organization.
Claim Three – Meat Rots in the Gut, Causing Disease – What a bold-faced lie. When I started eating nothing but meat for the first time in my life, I was blown away by how beautifully meat digests in the gut. I can put away a three-pound steak and my stomach will still be flat. I would dare say that nothing digests better, and more easily, than meat. It digests so well, in fact, that there’s hardly anything left by the time that food reaches the colon. There are people who live without a colon, and they have to use a colostomy bag to catch their waste from digestion. Doctors and nurses who work with these patients never see a piece of undigested meat in the bag. It’s always partially digested vegetables, grains, or legumes. Humans can actually live without a colon and get all of their nutrition from meat. True herbivore animals cannot survive without their colon, which is responsible for the majority of their digestion. Humans are not cows! We are not primarily gut-fermenters.
Conveniently, all of this nutritional science was left out of my education growing up and I went about parroting these bullshit claims. When someone is very much thoroughly brainwashed, as I was, the effort required to pull such a person out of that web of lies is Herculean in its scope. Usually, that deluded sob must hit rock-bottom before they can even begin to entertain an alternative view. That’s what happened to me. It started with religion, but it seems that the diet was more deeply ingrained than even the theological convictions.
My rotting teeth set me off on the journey of challenging the plant-based worldview. I have always had bad teeth, despite avoiding sweets and never drinking soda. The dentist would ask, “Are you eating lots of candy? Don’t you brush?” I would look up and smile, “No, sir! Just fruits, vegetables, and grains. And I brush everyday.” There seemed to be no explanation for my mouth full of cavities. Dad postulated that our food supply must be so devoid of nutrition that we weren’t getting the right minerals for strong teeth. He was actually somewhat right in his assessment, but not in the way he would have wanted to be correct… as all Adventists are fond of being: Correct, “Just you wait until those seven deadly plagues begin to fall! You’ll see! You’ll wish you went to church on Saturday!” Their covert narcissism barely concealed. I digress.
Everything came crashing down in the summer of 2018. A bottom-right molar tooth cracked without warning. My gut was filled with parasites, bacterial overgrowth, (SIBO) and candida. I couldn’t digest food without belching a gas that smelled like rotten eggs, and having either diarrhea or constipation. My joints were aching and I reached the point where I couldn’t even run anymore. I was a mess.
Naturally, poor Catherine was often on the receiving-end of my frustrations, “You’ve been filling me with parasites!” I grumbled while loading up on carbs. I felt bad for accusing her… again. She’s been the scapegoat so often, it’s getting to be old-hat. And so often, she’s proven to be innocent. I knew in my heart that there had to be something else behind all of this.
Despite being on all kinds of expensive medicines, organic supplements, parasite cleansers, garlic, and what I thought was a fairly healthy diet, my situation only got worse. My biggest concern was for my teeth. They were in rough shape and I wanted to save them more than anything else. We’re only allowed two sets of them in this life, after all.
It was time to pull out the big guns. Pooling all of my money and savings, I built a war chest to fix my teeth. The work I had done was so extensive that it took about four months to finish my restoration. Thousands of dollars later, all of my mercury fillings were removed and replaced with advanced “biomimetic” composites. All decay was cleaned out and expertly rebuilt. I only lost the cracked tooth to a root canal, which is now topped with a crown; indistinguishable from the other teeth.
In addition to the advanced techniques I sought out for my restoration, I also searched for the ideal diet to build strong teeth. Overwhelmingly, the evidence pointed towards a ketogenic, low-carb diet. Leaving out carbohydrates was the anti-tooth decay regimen which enabled many indigenous tribes to have perfect teeth, especially compared to the rotting oral mess associated with Westerners. I was finally forced to take meat-eating seriously for the first time in my life.
I began to teach myself how to cook meat properly. My portions were very simple, mainly beef, eggs, and organ meat. The first few weeks brought about radical changes, as my body shifted its composition in response to the new proteins and fats. Deprived of sugar to feed on, my metabolism morphed into a fat-burning mode. The last of the parasites which had been plaguing me for more than a year finally abandoned ship, as their food source, sugar, had dried up.
My nervous system changed, grew stronger, and more pliable. The touch of my succubus no longer triggered muscle twitching as often as it once did. The back pain that I often experienced during stressful events never came back. (I used to blame that on Catherine, too!) My joints became liquid smooth and I could run again. I don’t have the overwhelming urge to burn off loads of energy anymore, as my metabolism has leveled out. No more spikes and crashes. So I’m not quite as active as I used to be, but still maintaining a healthy weight nonetheless.
Most importantly: My teeth remineralized. They are no longer sensitive to hot or cold. I find that I can get away with flossing and dry-brushing them most days, and skipping the toothpaste. My gums are also growing back, no longer receding, and they never bleed.
No, I’m not constipated. Everyone asks this; especially vegans. I’ve found that fiber has become more of a hindrance than a help in digestion, and my plumbing works better without it. I’m not radically carnivorous in the sense that I’ve sworn off all plant-based foods, but meat is the staple of what I eat now. When Thanksgiving and Christmas come around, I’m still going to eat veggies, pie, and potatoes with the family. (And turkey, of course.) No zealotry here. I would never say everyone needs to become carnivorous, or go low-carb, but it has certainly changed my health for the better.
Fasting can bring about some powerfully strange dreams. Everything becomes more vivid and easier to recall. This morning’s out-of-body adventure brought about a strange encounter with an unknown daemon.
The important bit began with a lesson about spirit pacts from E. A. Koetting. I could see him teaching as he does on his video seminars, though my memory of what he said specifically fails me. I was moved away from Mr. Koetting and propelled to a great height above the earth.
Then everything went dark and I was back in bed. My body was in a state of false awakening and I could distinctly feel the insistent presence of a spirit hovering over the right side of my face.
This unknown entity began offering to make a pact with me, with a threatening condition:
“That you never speak the phrase, ‘ONE JESUS CHRIST.'”
The voice transformed from an authoritative female voice to a thundering cacophony of many voices with the uttering of those words. The chorus was loud and fully audible in my right ear; not localized in my mind as before. Pangs of fear began to gnaw at me.
“I will say, ‘One Jesus Christ,’ as I please.” Came my reply.
Forming those words required great effort on my part, though they were no less effectual. The spirit went away, and I became fully awake, with the familiar sensations of Catherine at my side.
What a strange confrontation! I failed to catch a glimpse of the spirit, so I’m at a loss as to their identity. Maybe it was Catherine all along, screwing around, testing my resolve? I have no way of knowing for certain.
Whatever the case may be, I still feel strong about the conviction I had in that frightful moment. My resolve had nothing to do with being a hardcore believer in Christian dogma. Rather, that I won’t be told what I can and cannot say within any given relationship, spiritual or otherwise.
For all intents and purposes, I am still a Christian. Despite how much I might rail against being considered as such, that is how I was raised and it is the culture that I’ve inherited. Simply throwing all of that away would be an callous affront to everything my grandparents worked for.
The strange dogmas of the Judaic faith are the hardest elements to rectify in my worldview. Many of its tenants are at odds with the natural world.
For instance: “Turn the other cheek.” or, “Do not resist the evil that comes upon you.” And the communist manifesto simplified, “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” All of these teachings from Jesus are nonsense on this earthly plane, yet many churches teach them as though they’re supposed to be followed to the letter.
“If another man tries to come in and take your wife, or mess with your children, you should just let ’em do as they please! Hell, invite them over for dinner! That’s what Jesus would do!”
What sort of deluded reality are these people living under?
Serious problems like these have led me to the esoteric interpretation of scripture and the abandonment of a literalist position. Even so-called “Bible Believing Christians” don’t follow the scriptures literally, despite their eloquent claims to the contrary. Just consider how many of the American Evangelicals arm themselves to the teeth in preparation for some great civil unrest. Where’s their faith in God, who promised to fight all of their battles for them? “He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword,” Am I right?
Maybe I’m simply missing the nuance, where all of this is supposed to make sense. Or maybe I was just raised to be a sucker, to take it all so seriously. I thought that in order to be a Christian, one had to be at least somewhat fanatical. Apparently not.
These two are brothers. The “Devil” is helping Jesus to fulfill his ministry on Earth.
It is my belief that the spiritual realms of Darkness are not at odds with the forces of Heaven. I’ve rejected the notion that Jesus and Satan are in a kind of cosmic arm-wrestling match. Since my experiences with Catherine began seven years ago, I am more convicted of that belief than ever. She is not fighting against the Most High. If anything, she’s working for Him.
If the Old Testament book of Job is any indication, God and Satan work together to screw over humanity equally; with Jehovah being the most spiteful of the two. Simply look at who has the highest biblical body-count.
Catherine calls herself a Christian, ironically enough. (Though she’s not being ironic.) She’s more of a Gnostic, while holding certain tenants of the orthodox faith in high esteem. My demon/angel lover certainly does not want me to be bitter about where I came from. My religious upbringing indirectly led to meeting her, after all.
The Gnostic Sophia, the Queen of Heaven. Catherine has eluded to her more than a few times in my dreams. In addition to the darker aspects of Lilith, she also identifies with this supreme divine figure.
I know these beings are not above telling us what we want to hear. I’ve considered the possibility that she might be telling me all of this in order to reduce my stress and make me more pliable in her hands. Oh yes, she has designs over me; all of them conspiring to get me into bed with her as often as possible. I can’t really complain about that.
No matter which side of the spiritual fence one happens to be on, I believe it all comes from God, both good and bad. The Lord and Satan are two sides of the same coin.
“I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.” – Isaiah 45:7
The bright glow of a large computer screen met my eyes. Everything else around me was dark, veiled in shadows. “This must be the real-time zone.” I thought to myself. The real-time zone is an out-of-body state that closely borders that of the waking world. They both share many of the same features, but there are always slight variations.
There was no keyboard, or any other human input device, to be found, so I made an brief effort of typing to the screen psychically. Various GUI elements came and went, but I couldn’t make sense of them.
I stopped and felt for Catherine’s presence, as I often do in these states. Though I could not see her, I knew she wasn’t far away.
“Can you show yourself to me?” I put out that oft asked question into the void between us. More often than not, I’ll begin to feel pressure sensations from her, just like I do in the waking world. But this time, she did something quite unexpected.
A cascade of flowing, silky auburn hair blanketed my vision. The color was vivid and the innumerable strands swayed gracefully before my eyes.
A bit of Catherine’s humor shining through, no doubt. I ask to see her more clearly during dreams and OBEs on a regular basis… and I mean to REALLY see her; not just the human guises she puts on. I can tell the difference, and I think she knows this. We’re familiar enough with each other by now.
This was a vision that she allowed me to see on Christmas morning, her flowing mane, shrouding the face of an unending mystery. To this day, I’ve had but brief glimpses of her divine nature. I’m reminded of Moses, when he was called up to meet the Lord on Mt. Sinai, and he was only permitted to see God’s back:
[Moses] said, “Please show me your glory.” [God] said, “I will make all my goodness pass before you, and will proclaim Yahweh’s name before you. I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy.”
He said, “You cannot see my face, for man may not see me and live.”
Yahweh also said, “Behold, there is a place by me, and you shall stand on the rock. It will happen, while my glory passes by, that I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and will cover you with my hand until I have passed by; then I will take away my hand, and you will see my back; but my face shall not be seen.” -Exodus 33:18-23
Perhaps the same rules apply for succubi and other demonic spirits. I have heard about other magicians being introduced to the true forms of the demons that they were working with. Not so with every case, but they were often terrified by what they witnessed.
Either Catherine is lovingly sparing me a bit of trauma, or she’s content to keep me guessing. At any rate, I’m forever chasing that mystery.
“You have bound yourself to your own law… I’m sorry it’s not convenient. Maybe you should have thought about that before performing a goddamn ritual, because this stuff is real.”
I really wish I had this advice four years ago as it is so pertinent and fundamental, especially concerning succubi. This realm of demons is not to be taken lightly, and any weakness, or hesitation, will not be looked upon kindly by these entities.
We summon them for a reason. They’re ready to fulfill their end of the deal, but are we? Are we strong enough to be cleansed in that Lake of Fire?
I don’t know if I’ve made this clear through my postings, but summoning a succubus is not simply about getting off. There’s a reason these entities are so intrinsic to Sexual Alchemy, for that is what will happen to the would-be operator. An alchemical transformation WILL take place, or the human vessel is ultimately destroyed in its resistance.
I know some people think I’m an E. A. Koetting fan-boy, but I believe his work is so important for this generation of occultists. Simply comparing my experiences with his, and those he promotes, like Asenath Mason, there are just too many damn synchronicities for it all to be coincidence. We’re all dealing with the same infernal forces.
The video I shared above is a good example of yet another synchronicity. Eric describes his first public ritual to Belial, where he offers up his now ex-wife as a vessel to be possessed. The way he describes the sound of his ex-wife’s voice as she was being controlled by Belial, a guttural gurgling sound, as if the demon can’t quite get a handle on how the vocal cords work, is precisely what I’ve experienced with Catherine possessing and speaking through me.
I’ve not seen this video until just now. This shit happens way too often. I’ll be reading one of Asenath Mason’s books and like clockwork, I’ll say “Yep. That’s how it works.” Or, “I’ve seen/done that.”
Actually traveling along the infernal current is both amazing and terrifying. I feel so alone and isolated sometimes, but in the same instance, I can’t stop exploring. If I try to stop, it kills me. I have been so resistant to actually practice magick of any kind, mainly because I know that I have incredible potential as a true practitioner. I’ve been scared of myself.
There’s no choice now but to keep moving forward. I need to keep on learning from Catherine, as she’s an incredible ally to have on this journey, and I absolutely must develop my skills.
I’ve started with performing regular rituals, essentially making myself known to the Qlipothic spirits. It’s a start, but strange things have already started to happen.
If nothing else, I can see that my learning and reading is being precisely directed. These spirits are very generous and empathetic in their own way, though they can appear terrifying and cruel from the outset. I believe that frightening aspect has more to do with how our mortal minds are simply incapable of fully perceiving what they truly are.
I’m going to learn. I’ve got to. Why do I feel like I’ve been conscripted into Azazel’s magickal army? Maybe it’s not such a bad place to be, within the ranks of the damned?
There are a great many deluded Westerners who believe that eschewing animal-based foods is somehow a more spiritually enlightened way to live. I’ve heard it said that eating meat places us in a lower vibratory state and those higher ethereal realms will want nothing to do with us.
Does eating meat kill our spiritual potential? I would argue that the opposite is true. In order to be really spiritual, enlightened, and connected with the natural world, humans must eat meat. Plants are not our ideal source of nutrition and were only traditionally eaten during times of scarcity, as medicine, or as a dressing that would complement the main course: MEAT.
Our digestive tracts are most similar to that of dogs, cats, and other carnivorous predators. Also, notice how meat-eating mammals almost always have both of their eyes facing forward; an ideal arrangement for hunting. While plant-eating animals have eyes on either side of their heads, so they can keep a better watch out for lurking predators.
One thing that I noticed right away when I began eating a primarily meat-based diet was how easily, and completely, animal products digest in the gut. Bear in mind that I had been raised eating practically zero meat and dairy foods, so this was quite the revelation for me. I was shocked that my stomach was not bloated after eating three pounds of steak in one sitting. I challenge anyone to try eating three pounds of bread, pasta, or veggies and see just how engorged their gut becomes. For years, I had been told that meat rots in the stomach because it’s difficult to digest, when all this time the exact opposite was true.
I could wax on forever about how my health has dramatically improved on a low-carb diet, but let me get back to the spiritual arguments that often accompany vegan doctrine.
The Western Tradition – The Bible
I’m very familiar with the Bible texts that Adventists use to justify vegetarianism. There are essentially only two passages:
Genesis 1:29: God commanded the first man and woman to only eat herbs or fruit that bear seed.
Daniel 1:12: Near the beginning of the Babylonian captivity, the prophet, Daniel, asks the prince of the eunuchs that he be given vegetables and water for ten days. He made this request so that he wouldn’t be defiled by the meat from the King’s table, as it had likely been offered to idols. Subsequently, he and his friends allegedly become 10 times smarter and healthier looking than their peers. (I’m calling bullshit.)
Daniel was a castrated, conquered Israelite, who refused to eat from the King’s table, solely for religious reasons. Are we really supposed to follow the example of an emasculated eunuch? (I bet he still ate the Passover.)
Any Vegetarian who leans upon these two verses for support will find themselves in quite the dilemma, if they bother to read the rest of their Bible. Firstly, observe God’s reaction towards the special offerings made by Cain and Abel. (Genesis 4:4) Which offering did He find most pleasing?
“And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering:”
Additionally, how would the Israelites be able to keep the Passover, if God had determined that meat wasn’t suitable for them to eat? The Passover lamb must be eaten, or God’s law will have been broken.
Lastly, during Jesus’ parable about the prodigal son, take notice of what the family ate for their lost brother’s homecoming celebration. (Luke 15:23) They slaughtered the fatted calf and that was cause for great jubilation!
There are more verses pertaining to diet that were completely glossed over while I was receiving my indoctrination from those salaried pastors. I had to find this information on my own. Notice how the verses I mentioned above place great emphasis on the FAT of the animals they were offering or consuming. God found the FAT thereof most pleasing. Conversely, so do mortals. Meat, and especially the fatty meat, has always been the most prized food in every culture throughout history.
The Eastern Tradition – Hinduism and Ayurveda
There is also the Eastern tradition to contend with. Many Westerners, so excited to adopt foreign religions as they flee that horrible patriarchal Christianity, are led to believe that Hinduism is all about vegetarianism.
Krishna and Balaram with a herd of cows.
Perhaps during times of fasting and poverty, sure, vegetarianism is all the rage in India. Plant-based diets are considered by the Hindu texts to be purifying diets. And indeed they are! Plants are great for their medicinal and cleansing properties, but they are by no means considered fundamentally nutritious. The Samhitas recommend that growing children, expectant mothers, those suffering from injuries, or engaging in physical labor should eat properly prepared meat. (Sutrasthanam’s Chapter 20)
There is a system of medicine practiced in India called Ayurveda. It espouses an holistic approach towards healing which mainly focuses on herbal and mineral remedies. Yet, even in the Ayurvedic texts, meat still reigns supreme for bodily nutrition.
The Charak Samhita says: “For the promotion and nourishment of the body, no other food item is better than meat.”
I’m in danger of turning this post into a small book, so let me finally get to how all of this harmonizes with Lilith and her demonic children.
Lilith and Succubi
Based on what I know of her, Lilith by no means advocates for vegetarianism. I have encountered a couple of different situations where people have emailed me about how their succubi were trying to get their human partners to eat a certain animal product in order to enhance the connection.
One exchange that I remember quite vividly was of this Russian guy who had recently been converted back to Orthodox Christianity. He had managed to summon a succubus years before, felt that he was being overly harassed, and fled to the church for deliverance. He made it a point that I understand his pestering succubus was insisting that he should eat eggs and milk every day. “She’s trying to fatten me up so that she can milk me!” He wailed. I don’t speak Russian, so that’s the gist I got through Google Translate.
This was an image our Russian friend sent me. I modified it a bit. “Eat some real food for a change, dammit!”
I believe his succubus was attempting to help modify his diet so that his nervous system could better withstand her interactions. Succubus spirits can be quite taxing on human physiology, as they are able to channel massive amounts of sexual infernal energy through their chosen mates. A nervous system that is lacking in nutrition, namely good cholesterol, is like walking out into the cold undressed.
I would have been spared a great deal of grief, in my own succubus relationship, if I had supplied my body with saturated fats and cholesterol. My nervous system was in rough shape from years of being deprived the right nutrients. Once I started including more animal foods into my meals, the annoying muscle twitching and stress-induced back pain; all of that faded away. Carbohydrates and sugar only aggravated these problems. I believe the harassment that our Russian friend perceived was being dealt to him unfairly could have been alleviated if he simply heeded his demon’s advice.
I’m not saying everyone has to go full carnivore if they have a succubus. (Though that is a good elimination diet.) My argument is that veganism is most certainly NOT a beneficial diet for growth with a succubus. Like most things, these spirits are clever enough to maneuver around such obstacles, but the operator would be much better off if they simply had some eggs and fish every once in awhile.
According to Donald Tyson’s Liber Lilith, under the section describing how a consort of the Dark Goddess is to conduct himself, there is a paragraph about diet and I’ll reproduce it here:
“The proper keeping of the diet, and it is this. He does not fill his belly, but before he has eaten enough he says “enough” and rises from the table. Cakes fried in oil he does not eat. Green leaves and roots he eats sparingly. Bread he takes in moderation. Fish is very good. Also good are ripe berries, fruits of the tree, dates, figs. He chews honeycomb for its sweetness. Meat of hoofed beasts is not good, but the meat of the pig that is forbidden is a secret sacrament to Lilith, for the pig is her own creature. He consumes many eggs and drinks milk from the goat to increase the abundance of his seed. (Notice how that ties in nicely with the recommendation from the Russian succubus?)
I personally do not take all of this advice on board, but I think this passage helps to illustrate the kind of diet practiced by those who actually had contact with spirits in the old mystery schools. I believe veganism would rob the practitioner of the vital life-force necessary to practice true demonolatry.
“But meat-eating is ‘killing the planet!'” “Factory farming is terrible and immoral!”
What’s more important? Our own health and survival, or some made up morals about animal cruelty? It’s funny, because so many vegans on Youtube appeal to an entirely relativistic moral system in their debates, yet they admit that the vegan diet is nutritionally inferior and appeal to “saving the animals/planet” as a justification.
If we’re making appeals towards relativism, then to hell with the animals! In a relativistic world, there’s all the more justification for me to prioritize my own well-being over that of an animal.
With that being said, I am not a relativist. I have my own moral compass, and I believe factory farming can be brutal and inhumane. That is a fact and we should all strive to improve that situation. But the vegans blow the problem way out of proportion, with a few carefully curated slaughter-house videos, appeals to emotion, and epidemiology “studies” that say, “Red meat causes cancer!”
We’ll touch on the infamous studies and politics later on.
Vegans need to come to grips with the reality that we are the apex predators on this earth. Our intelligence, industriousness, and physiology is evidence of this. We would not have become as great as we are without eating animals to sustain us. There hasn’t been a single culture in history that grew and thrived based on vegetarianism. Plant-based diets are but a recent experiment on the scale that we see today.
Remember: Green is good! Look at how unhappy that meat-eater is. She’s also destroying the planet! (Though she is wearing a dress representing the colors of enlightenment and the ultraviolet presence of Lilith. She might appear unhappy, but she is not deceived.)
“Whole-food,” plant-based diets have nothing to do with human health and everything to do with man-made religion.
Here is yet another facet of my life where I was thoroughly brainwashed to believe the exact opposite of reality. When my father decided to join ranks with the Seventh-Day Adventist church, he was also convinced to adopt their dietary guidelines. “Whole-foods, plant-based diet! Fruits, vegetables, nuts, grains, seeds, legumes!” I can hear the mantras in my sleep.
My mother reluctantly went along with the new lifestyle, ultimately caving to the social pressures of the church. She spent a great deal of her time attempting to craft sustaining meals for all of us, in spite of the prohibition on animal products.
She did her best, but ultimately, it was akin to coaxing blood out of a rock. I believe this early change to the vegan diet was responsible for the poor health and depression of my teenage years. It caused the rapid decay of my teeth and every molar had to be stuffed with mercury fillings.
In order to fill the void left behind by the absence of meat in our diets, we binged on carbohydrates. These foods were all allegedly “good” complex carbs, but the hunger was never truly satisfied, so we ate loads of them. I’m lucky that I didn’t become obese or diabetic. Frequent exercise, and the eventual introduction of eggs into my diet, likely spared me of the worst outcomes.
This is the selection from an average Adventist potluck. Look at all those carbs! No wonder the old, suckered Adventists are all skinny-fat, with bulging guts, and need regular vitamin B12 injections. (The ones who actually follow the “divinely-inspired” diet, that is.)
My health continued to decline into my twenties. I had a terrible complexion: broken capillaries, bursting blood vessels, constant adult acne, and rosecea. All of these symptoms were blatant signals that my gut health was completely destroyed. But nobody said anything, nobody warned me, because I was allegedly doing all of the right things in regards to diet and lifestyle.
It must be the vegetarian diet that makes her able to hold a twenty-pound Bible aloft with one hand. This is an illustration of Ellen White during one of her “visions.”
My problem was that I found myself surrounded by Adventists; the sort of people who preach temperance and vegetarianism at church, but eat second-helpings of juicy steak when they get home. Even the so-called prophetess of the church, Ellen White herself, was the very model of hypocrisy. She admitted to enjoying venison and shellfish in one of her letters, likely eating copious amounts of those prohibited foods, far away from the suckered simps who rallied behind her teachings at church.
I would later discover that her teachings about health, alleged to have originated from divinely inspired visions, were actually lifted from contemporary temperance crusaders, such as Sylvester Graham. Yet another advocate for vegetarianism.
There is a long and sordid history, with many layers to this bullshit-cake of a story, but here’s the TL;DR for the time being: These religious health crusaders would go on to influence the modern dietary guidelines of the Western world. Cereal, bread, and grains were made to usurp meat and dairy as the most essential building blocks of health. Much of this was pushed by cereal companies like Kellogg, (Founded by an Adventist) Post, Quaker, and General Mills.
I’m convinced that we shouldn’t be eating grains at all. Not only is there very little in the way of bio-available nutrition from grains, they are also the most mechanically butchered and processed foods we have yet produced. All of this is done in an effort to make them digestible and palatable to humans.
We’re being sold a colorful package full of lies to start out our days. Funny how everything in our lives seems to be built on deception. Even the fucking cereal box!
It never ceases to amaze me how much the church of my youth happens to be behind so much insanity.
For Part Two of this series, I will discuss why I believe Veganism is NOT a diet befitting those with a spiritual inclination, and how my interactions with succubi brought this to light. Also, I will argue that the vegan diet is primarily a political movement, with the goal of making everyone sick, mentally weak, and infertile.
The power is off, but she is still here. Wind and wet snow drive at my windows. The miniature crystals still melt from my hair. My hands feel a slight burning from the sudden shift of cold to warm.
The fire burns merrily in the dark. She sits beside me and her presence gently encompasses my being. I feel that all too familiar gentle pressure against my temples. I know she is smiling.
“More time for us?” She presses me, eager anticipation in her words. I wouldn’t accept this sort of attention from anyone else. The human touch is too empty, too smothering, too much a shadow of that skillful contact from demon-kind.
Unlike her namesake would suggest, she waits for me patiently, gently holding on until I acknowledge her.
“Soon, darling. Soon.” I promise, but my words only cause her to swoon more deeply than before.
“I need you.” The most beautiful, enrapturing words a man can hear escapes her innermost thoughts. I find myself flooded with desire. I burn for her and I feel it deep in my chest.
The wind howls against the house. The eaves shudder while a fresh blanket of snow covers my shoveling from before. I feel her hold on me tighten as the din from the world outside carries on. She might fall asleep this way, as she often does; though not before nuzzling against me and leaving her goodnight kiss.
For seven years she has not slackened or waned. Her touch only grows deeper. In the darkness, and the silence, her concern over me is impossibly greater still. What lies beyond? What happens when our two worlds finally converge?
I do know this: The very foundations of the earth will be shaken as the truth of things is revealed. My world has already been rocked aplenty.
