Valak, who is otherwise known as Volac is the 62nd spirit of the Goetia. Volac has been portrayed down the grimoire years as an angelically winged cherub riding a two-headed dragon holding serpents.
However, the sweaty old scholars didn’t quite have the image of Volac correct for a rebellious fallen angel, who rages against the doomsday cult patriarchy of the celibate Abrahamic faiths. But then, their priestly all male patriarchal fixation, has a continued liking for choir boy cherubs, to evoke amidst their closeted triangle of art imaginations.
The maverick magician John Constantine flicked through the nicotine stained pages of a book to read what Collin de Plancy had said of Volac: “He appears as a child with angel’s wings and riding on a two-headed dragon.” Constantine smiled to himself as he puffed a Camel stick, saying to himself; “yeah, right; Plancy just copied all those stories passed down by the patriarchs for hundreds of years since Rome converted to Christianity; he didn’t even deviate of a rebellion against it.”
Constantine continued further, of pondering; “even uncle Aleister fell for the trap. Oh! Yeah; I forgot, he was bisexual; that’s what really pissed off everyone at the time, as being rebelliously wicked. What a Great Beast laugh! Shit! The patriarchs were all doing it anyway, with their conjured up Angels and Demons, to be upended by, down ages. Lest we forget, we also have all those smiling Mary quite so contraries being ridden by their Incubi God and Devil of an Animus fixation, upending them as a Babalon.”
Constantine sniggered, taking another puff, remembering Luciferian Übermensch Aaron C. Donahue and his fellow cultists conjuring up Volac as a quaint alien entity out of their fluoridated Hollywood brains, lorded over by calcified pineal glands, which wasn’t at all rebellious either.
Volac was still male of a symbolic continuum, dancing around their machismo Lucifer. Something was most definitely amiss.
“It’s a bloody John the baptist’s skull and crossbones Illuminati brainwash! That’s what it is! those fucking serpents are not going to subversively indoctrinate my reptilian brainstem. They’re all New World Order Orwellian bastards, mass medicating the public water supply with a known neurotoxin; fucking criminal shit-holes. I am going to use my abilities to bring those insane serpents to task!” Constantine mumbled to himself.
Whereupon, Constantine decided to evoke Volac himself to see what would erupt forth from out of his infernal subconscious. By doing so, to determine whether he had been subversively brainwashed, which, if it was indeed the case, would most definitely piss him off. He would then have to utilise the ritual of the ‘Spirit Chain’ in order to negate the brainwashing of his own mind; that would be an exorcism pisser of a long Great Work overhaul.
He made it a point to draw Volac’s Necronomicon manifestation during an exercise of remote viewing active imagination, as he meditated upon the grimoire seal of Volac. He was quickly taken aback when Volac manifested amidst his mind’s eye as a bat winged St Trinian’s schoolgirl frequenting an infernal Hogwarts.
“Fuck me! Volac is a Succubus, looking a bit like Cassie Hack out of the frigging Hack/Slash comics I regularly whack off to. She’s a salacious Hermione Granger riding a bloodstained caduceus broomstick, sporting two Slytherin dragon heads. Kind of reminds me of the Tibetan Dakini, Kurukulla. Instantaneous associative correspondences, or what!”
Constantine smoked yet another Camel, to stave off a nervous coughing fit; while looking over his comic mandala drawn of automatism. “I have to give up these hellish Gimel’s someday; don’t do my throat any good at all, but my addicted reptilian brainstem doesn’t give a flying fuck. At least I know my reptile hasn’t been hypnotised by the subliminal neuro-advertising of the state religions. Must be because of all that alchemical whackng off I do in the prima materia bog.”
Constantine retreated to his torn up bed to slump upon, and in so doing lit up another Camel; “Kind of makes sense, really, that Volac came through as Cassie, I mean, St Trinian looking Cassie’s name is short for Cassandra who was an ancient prophetess; she had acquired her Witch ability when to have fallen asleep in a temple full of snakes. Then you have Hogwarts Hermione, which is the feminine version of the name of the ancient Greek shaman God Hermes, the Roman’s called Mercury, whose symbol is the Caduceus entwined with two snakes looking like the DNA helix.”
Constantine looked over at the flickering flame of a candle, melting upon his detectives desk; “looks like my bio-photon vision came up trumps; burning through the indoctrinated symbolic interface of the blinded ages, from a far deeper informational level of qualia. But then, the bio-photon does emanate from the mitochondrial DNA, which is passed down from the mother to her children. However the information carried by the light comes from beyond the bio-molecular, of a Holy Guardian Angel signal.”
“So, what are Volac’s powers?” Constantine asked himself so as to remind; while peering into spiraling columns of Camel smoke, in order to divine further insights. “Hmmm, let’s seer further this Volac; she, apparently tells of the positions of the planets, revealing hidden treasures, and where to find serpents. In my line of psychic detective of work, I need to know where to find those criminal serpents, Cassie would call Slashers; I’m her bad-boy Vlad, there.”
Constantine took a further draw of his Camel. “As for hidden treasures; my clients often seek out my remote viewing services in such matters; whereby Volac would be an informing asset; more so for myself, since I need the fucking finances. Then you have the planetary alignments, which are often associated with the opening up of quantum-wormhole Vesica Pisces, via which to attain trance ingress into other realities, at key-times of circadian rhythms. She also governs over 38 legions of spirits, who are no doubt Succubae like herself; who, I’m sure, will come in very left-jerk-off-handy.”
Constantine then stamped out his Camel into an overflowing ashtray, followed by crashing into slumbering betwixt and between the pylons of sleep and waking, where he duly found himself being pounced upon by an awaiting entity. Constantine couldn’t move, his body paralysed, as the assailing weight of the formless entity pushed him deeper into his bed. He then felt himself falling backwards into a yawning abyss. At first there was sheer darkness as he fell, screaming out the name of Volac. Then the darkness started to formulate into a vortex of surrealistic imagery, wherein he found himself alighting somewhere quite other.
When Constantine eventually regained control over his dream body, for his inner eyes to focus upon the vortex of blurred imagery all around him, which started to take on a definite form; he suddenly found himself seated behind a school desk, who was once again an acne ridden boy of a misbegotten Harry Potter youth.
“Shit! I’m in a lucid dream; what’s more, I’ve fucking slid into my past of pained little boy memory, methinks.” Constantine slowly looked around him at the other school kids behind their tables, seated in front of an ominous inky black blackboard. He didn’t like the look of the students around him at all. The other kids all had rotten gunk filling their empty eye sockets, gaping mouths and clogged up ears, looking like gaunt zombies. The zombies seemed to be chanting a repetitive prayer through maggot gnawed holes in their throats, which praised the three faced Illuminati deity of the ever warring Middle Eastern cults of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.
Constantine then became aware that the zombie kids surrounding him were all his school bullies, who had severely traumatised Constantine’s childhood. His schooldays were a living Hell. Each of the abusive monstrosities he had personally nicknamed, such as the, first of the fallen, who was a sadistic bully, a total shit-hole to be sure, make no mistake about it. He was the son of a psychopathic drunken priest. There was also slimy creep Nergal, whose speciality was spreading vile rumours, poisoning everyone against Constantine. He also recognised fat bitch Roscarnis, who led a druggie girl gang; she made it a point of relentlessly picking on him because of his crippling affliction of acne; as well as recognising wannabe protection racketeer Papa Midnite, who had daily bled Constantine dry of all his dinner money, wanting ever more. They were all there, let alone others of similar horrors.
Constantine suddenly felt one of his childhood nervous attacks coming on; he started to uncontrollably shake. Constantine grabbed hold of a broken pencil to suck, imagining it to be a Camel to stave off his mind quake. He then made it a point not to make any sudden moves, just in case the chanting zombies became aware of his presence. Constantine then heard a hushed voice breaking through the chant, which seemed to have called out from the shattered classroom doorway behind him.
It was a female voice. “Hey! Vlad over ere’.” It was then that Constantine noticed that the classroom looked like the rotting innards of a wrecked charnel house. “Over ere’ you twat!” The voice called again of a whisper, which seemed to have caressed his left ear, of fingering words. He slowly turned around and saw a ravishingly gorgeous Goth schoolgirl standing at the doorway, indicating that he should follow her.
Constantine very carefully got up and stealthily moved towards the beckoning Goth schoolgirl who was holding onto a baseball bat with two entwining serpents engraved into its wood, looking like a lethal Caduceus, with nails sticking out of it. Constantine’s memory lit up of recognition. “You’re Volac.” Constantine said out loud. The Goth schoolgirl smilingly answered; “that’s right, don’t wear my mantric name out!”
It was then that the first of the fallen became aware of Constantine’s presence, its head twisted completely around, facing him, whose body stayed put, to then gargle; “Consti, Consti, Consti, Jesus loves you; his serpent is in my pants, he wants to ream your virgin arse.” The first of the fallen proceeded to sickeningly arise from its mouldy chair, along with the others following suit, who then advanced towards Constantine, brandishing jagged knives.
The zombies then gargled in unison, like some hideous choir. “We are God fearing children, Consti, Consti, Consti. We are but the demonic torturing tools in our father’s incestuous service, testing your love for him, and him alone; for he be a very jealous God. There is none other before him. He wants us to slash you with his love; like he did to your Roman namesake. Bend over, Consti, Consti, Consti, present your arse unto the loving God’s serpent, he desires to enter your anus, so as to possess. He loves you, Consti, Consti, Consti.”
Constantine became panic stricken, he couldn’t move as the zombies blindly made their haphazard way towards him, who reminded Constantine of all the tortures he had endured as a child, making him feel he could never amount to nothing. He always felt like a total abject failure deep down, utterly stuck, unable to move ahead. Volac then shouted out behind him; “you’re Vlad, give the slashers back their Abrahamic Hell!”
Constantine then remembered to assume the magical guise of a Vlad Avatar, which transformed his childhood panic into a berserker rage. He felt his body suddenly being pumped up with bristling muscles assuming the Pagan form of a disfigured masked giant, wielding meat cleavers. Volac then roared out; “It’s hacking time, baby!”
Both Constantine and Volac tore into the zombies, hacking away at their rotting bodies. As Volac’s Caduceus baseball bat met up with a zombie it exploded into masses of squirming worms, all of which liquefied into an inconsequential black goo of no importance.
When the astral battle was over, Volac leapt upon Constantine like a lithe Cat pouncing upon a Mouse, impaling him on the floor. “I feel really turned on, and very, very wet after all that Hellblazer hacking of a Hogwarts harrowing, Vlad. Now it’s time for some really juicy St Trinian impalement, so I can reveal my Hermione treasure to ya’, big boy. I want ya’ to possess my moist Slytherin hole, baby.” He then felt Volac mounting his Dracul erection, which she slowly lowered herself onto. As she did so, Constantine couldn’t help himself looking up, as he entered her welcoming softness. Constantine then observed an almond shaped vortex opening up upon the ceiling of the classroom, through which of vaginal star barrelled tunnel he saw a certain alignment of stars, on the other side.
Volac pumped Constantine’s wand into ejaculating its Dracul white flame into her hungering red womb; at which point of a shared Big Bang orgasm, Constantine suddenly found himself flying through Volac’s vaginal Stargate back into his physical body, lying upon his torn up bed.
Constantine awoke amidst his sweat laden bedclothes, feeling emotionally drained; although, he had a big fat grin on his face, to then winsomely say to himself. “I think I’ve just folded myself through the eighth dimension into an alternate timeline. Nah! That’s absolutely crazy. Weird dream. But I do feel kind of cleansed after the exorcism of all those serpents haunting my memories. For the first time, I sense that I am free.”
“Anyway back to the daily grind of being a psychic detective for hire. The problem is nobody really takes me at all seriously; so. it’s probably going to be another quiet day; that, or remote viewing where some old granny’s budgerigar has flown off to, for the price of a pint down the local Goats Head.” He slowly got up from his psychonaut launch pad, shaking his head clear. He then looked around for a full pack of Camel’s to notice a small resin cast sculpture of Batman upending Spider-girl Sirius-doggy style upon the table, where he remembered leaving his candle, which was no longer there.
“Where the fuck has the candle gone? And where did this Tantric resin come from? I don’t remember getting that.” He said to himself. He then noticed that the resin cast was weighting down a letter, which read:
“Dear John, thank you for agreeing to let DC comics serialise your occult exploits. Please find the first issue of Hellblazer and a sizable cheque for your creative involvement and advisory input with DC. We at DC are sure that Hellblazer will be a huge success, with the distinct possibility that your own name will be the eventual title of the comic; should you allow for it. DC is very confident that your continued involvement will be very lucrative for you and our company.”
Constantine looked wide eyed at his own physiognomy upon the first copy of Hellblazer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “I think I’ve just become the Kwisatz Haderach.” He felt like fainting, hit by the reality of it all, to then hear of clairaudience, a disembodied whisper of a girl, to say into his left ear; “My hidden treasures, are within ya,’ big boy.” She then naughtily giggled.
THE CONJURING 2
NOTE: The ‘Conjuration’ of Volac (Valak) by Hellblazer John Constantine, though written tongue in cheek is based upon personal experiences, concerning lucid dream ‘Conjurations’ of the described Succubus.
Volac is also known as Valu, Ualac, Valax, Valic or Valak in the classical Grimoires; the spirit is usually described manifesting as a little naked boy having angel wings riding a two headed Dragon. The classical image of Volac is based upon the ancient Greek deity called Hermes, the Roman’s called Mercury, who wields the Caduceus, made up of two entwined serpents, which is otherwise described as being a two headed Dragon in the Grimoires.
Volac is also described as being a Great President, which of a Cabbalistic title refers to the planetary sphere of Mercury and the Sephira of Hod. The symbolic reasoning behind my own rebellious ‘Conjuring’ of Volac as a Succubus ‘Schoolgirl’ is because the feminine name of Hermes is Hermione, which then leads you to the modern archetype of Hermione Granger, who can be esoterically associated with intelligence increase and accelerated learning.
As for the (two headed Dragon) Caduceus, it symbolically refers to the arousal of the (fire snake) Kundalini Shakti.
The Grimoires are commonly populated with an all male pantheon of entities, whether they be angelic or demonic; there are no historical examples of Grimoires listing female entities whatsoever, apart from the Goetia, which lists a couple of female spirits out of 72; but they are described as being male, who have assumed female form, which is indicative of a symbolic brainwash.
This brainwashing is facilitated further by inducing a state of fear, which perpetuates the all male paradigm of a religious foundation, as described in the Grimoires. Basically you are surrounded by a symbolic Matrix, which is self-perpetuated because of your indoctrinated beliefs.
I am aware that the 2016 American supernatural horror film, entitled: The Conjuring 2, directed by James Wan features the entity called (Volac) Valak.
The film was written by Carey Hayes, Chad Hayes, David Leslie Johnson and Wan. In the film, Valak is depicted in the classical Grimoire style, although, otherwise shown manifesting as a transgender Nun.
The Conjuring 1 and 2 horror films are just a perpetuation of the already established symbolic brainwash. So, if you are searching for real horror, look to the ongoing brainwash of the masses via subversively engineered symbolic stimuli, which leads to all sorts of horrors.
But when to find that its symbolic emphasis is that of an all male pantheon, which indicates an underlying sexual orientation, due to its gender focus, you will then find that the Conjuring 2, and a plethora of films like it are quite laughable since they have an overriding fixation upon the… ‘Animus.’
I am not saying that the film, The Conjuring, and other films like it are part of some vast conspiracy; they are just feeding into the already established symbolic Matrix, which is self-perpetuated.
Nor am I saying that entities do not exist; they do, at an informational level concerning the symbolic domain of your dreams. For example, a two-dimensional image of a symbol can be implanted into your subconscious mind via intense meditation. The implanted symbol will then manifest as a three-dimensional interactive reality within a lucid dream.
However, a symbol can likewise be subversively ‘Conjured,’ out of the psychic powerhouse of your subconscious mind via the neuro-marketing medium of films and other media, which stirs the emotive state of fear, empowering the ‘Conjuration;’ this in turn perpetuates the already established brainwash.
But when you realise that the all male pantheon of angels and demons dancing around a God and a Devil is that of an ‘Animus’ fixation… Possessing… many a mind, you will then see the true horror of it all, to then laugh of an… Exorcism.
As for the fallen ‘Anima,’ she was castigated into Hell, along with all her legions of Succubae. Alas, no film has as yet covered the fallen ‘Anima,’ but then none of the historical Grimoires, whether ancient or modern listed Succubae, until I created a Succubus Grimoire to… ‘Conjure’… from.