LESSONS IN MAGICK: The Luciferian Witch

Before reading this, I had no idea what a Luciferian Witch was. I have been demonstrating these core values all my life, which now has piqued my interest in Luciferianism.

The Nephilim Rising

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“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

In previous posts I have discussed what Luciferianism is, how I found it, and what it means to walk this Crooked Path of ours; what I have not dived into is Luciferian Witchcraft itself–what it is, and how it differs from other areas and aspects of the Craft.

As always, I claim to be no expert in any area of life or the Occult, I am simply sharing my experiences as they have happened to myself in hopes they help guide another to their own path, their own truth.

Nothing said here is universal truth, nothing said here should replace your own feelings…

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Losing Grip

What good are hands when I can’t hold on to anything

Love, life, people just slip through my fingers

I can’t grasp hard enough to keep the good things from fading

And when I look I see the emptiness

I fail in everything I do, I hurt with everything said

In the end there are only memories of what should have been

I come back to this room, a comfortable prison that I long to escape

And I pray to the nothingness of deity, of angels

Long the road and hard the journey, my feet are worn

My eyes are sunken, skin blistered and beaten

They say I’m strong for what I’ve endured

But the pain keeps winning, they don’t see it, they think I’m ok

There are no words of empowerment nor uplifting feelings

Void is where I call home now, a vapid existence

I haven’t enough liquid in my body for the tears that fall

To create the deep ocean I begin to drown in

When my little light of love ceases to be

That will be the end of me, all of me.

Drifting Thoughts

It’s strange isn’t it? To look into a broken mirror realizing that it’s your soul reflected in bits and pieces. No matter how hard you try, you will never be whole, never be quite yourself. Cosmic shifts brand the world a infinite rollercoaster ride speeding in a downward spiral; so nauseated you could lose everything you’ve ever eaten unless you focus on something still. All this so we could be human yet deny our humanity with material possessions that stroke the ego. We are birds without wings, flightless in this prison planet.

I spend nights praying to be free. Even without responsibilities I feel trapped here. My thoughts and emotions are impulsive and rage like a thunderous volcanic eruption – spewing toxins – noxious gases- too hot to handle. “Bring me to life” I pray to whatever entity listens, “Bring me home”.  Some nights I lay in silence wondering who am I really? Maybe just a little intense for most but I couldn’t ask anyone to dance in the fire for me. They would rather douse the flames than to even try to walk through them.

“I was lieing to myself when I thought I was lost, I have never been lost – I just wasn’t ready to be found.” ― Nikki Rowe

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