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HOWARTS MANDRAKE SEX MAGIC

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Comics, Love Magic, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Surrealism, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2019 by FAUSTUS CROW

“Would you like to make a Mandragora, as powerful as the Femunculus (little woman in a bottle) so praised by Paracelsus? Then find a female root of the plant called Bryony.”

“Caress its feminine form as you would do to your lover, when to slowly take her out of the ground. While doing so, seduce her with an uttered spell.” 

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“If you do not do so, she will verily scream, whose cries of anguish will most assuredly kill you.”

“This ritual is to be conducted on a Luna phase Monday (Lilith’s Owl day of the menstruating blood Moon), a little time after the vernal equinox.” Check Out The Full, Illustrated ‘Adult’ Version On Patreon. Click Here.

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JOHN CONSTANTINE DREAMS OF HELLRAISER SCHOOLGIRL VALAK

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Comics, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Tarot, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2019 by FAUSTUS CROW

John Constantine had a vivid Gamma brain-wave lucid dream, within which he was once again a rebellious schoolboy of Hermes memory, being re-lived of misbegotten yesteryear youth. Although, his dream was somewhat different of surrealist juxtapositions.

He found himself watching a Quidditch match between Rollerball Maenads wearing Gimel camel-toe micro-shorts, wielding Thyrsus hockey sticks.

The St Trinian Maenads sought to win the Hogwarts Tetractys of consciousness for their respective planetary sphere houses, which generated an arena roar from the surrounding blood-letting banshee crowd of the coliseum.

He felt their groaning screams caressing the folds of his aroused brain, which ejaculated brain-wave lightening bolts around his medicine wheel of an Ouroboros magic circle, made up of scattered Black Raven Tarot cards.

Then, Constantine heard his name being called out from over the tumult by a petite schoolgirl, around whose bright mercurial brow she wore a Hippie Tainia of the finest filigree. Constantine subconsciously knew she had invited him to watch the gladiatrix football match.

Constantine also realised she was his Goth girl Art Muse of a knitted together exquisite corpse, he had brought into Tulpa life, when animated by his electrifying emotive charge, within the laboratory of his doctor Frankenstein imagination. Her Slytherin name of a mercurial sphere Mantra was Valaka.

But then he always had a liking for geeky Goth girls, who became as his adoring Art models during Art class.

Very soon she was intimately speaking to him about the Filioque, which is the trinity subject of an ongoing Lilliputian schism, between the Eastern and Western cults of Animus fixated Christianity, leading to many a religious war being fought over their monotheistic Big-Brother brand of centralist politics.

Valaka then to secretly relate that the Holy Ghost of the trinity is actually an aspect of the deified Animus made as a God, who smells just like a woman’s All-Father, which to mask an Alpha-Male Bad-Boy Devil Incubus, many a conjuring Witch has a liking for.

She further explained that a Witch quickly learns, that a Bad-Boy Holy-Ghost doesn’t stick around for very long, when a child eventually drops from out of her bloody grail of a womb.

This invariably leads to her Crucifying a Beta-Male Good-Guy Christ as her scapegoat, to verily friend zone as a ‘Useful’ Joseph. It’s all to do with biology at the end of the day.

Constantine was shocked by the truth of Valaka’s revelations, before he awoke from his vivid lucid dream surrounded by Black Raven Tarot cards.

One of the Black Raven Tarot cards depicted Slytherin Hermione, whose apple core image Constantine had meditated upon prior to falling into a deep slumber.

He then slid into his bathroom, whom stared into his seers mirror, which of an inner reflection grinned back at him as a sly Steppenwolf, feeling younger again as a mercurial schoolboy.

Though externally older and wiser of Gandalf grey Goat hair. But then an old Goat footed mage learns over time to be a teacher unto his own student self. As the ancient adage goes, “become wise as a Serpent.”

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SCHOOLGIRL SUCCUBUS (VALAK) VALAKA OF HOUSE SLYTHERIN

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Comics, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 7, 2019 by FAUSTUS CROW

“The Sixty-second Spirit is Valaka, Volaca or Valuna. She is a President Mighty and Great, and appears of a vision, like a Schoolgirl with Angel’s Wings, riding upon a Two-headed Dragon, looking like a caduceus, which be her broomstick.” (Above: A4 Size Pen/Brush And Ink Original Artwork. Full Artwork Can Be Seen On Patreon.)

“Her Art Muse Office is to give True Remote-Viewing Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where serpentine Slytherin girls may be seen.”

“The which she will bring as Dakini Art models, who will offer up their teacher’s apples unto the conjuring surrealist Artist’s Triangle Of Art imagination, without any force or strength being by him employed.” 

“She governs over 38 Legions of Naga (Succubi) Succubae, and her Mercurial sphere Seal is to be meditated upon before conjuring her salacious archetype into a lucid dream.”

“Wherein, she will manifest as an interactive three-dimensional reality. She makes her conjured appearance amidst a spectral school, whose foundations of past memories are made up ones Cabbalistic climb up the educational hierarchy of seven planetary spheres. She will thence enable the conjuring Surrealist Artist to reprogram his inner child of an indoctrinated imprint. As the saying goes: “Have a Child For ‘Seven’ Years, The Adult Is Then Owned By The Establishment.” – S. L. MacGregore Freemason Matherson (1904) Goetia

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MORGANA LE FAY HIGH PRIESTESS OF DA’AT AVALON

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Cosplay, CREATIVE WRITING, Film, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tarot, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2016 by FAUSTUS CROW

As Babalon Hermione entered the spiralling tower of her all girl’s Goetia convent school of Succubae; she mumbled to herself, “I feel like an out of place Alice in Under-land within this infernal Cabbalistic hierarchy of planetary classroom spheres. Maybe that is why I keep on getting into so much trouble in Da’at Avalon. I just don’t fit in anywhere,” she said to herself.

Hermione knew that the Grand Abbess Morgana le Fay, whose favourite head-girl is Mephistophina, awaited her forlorn arrival for detention upon the ’13th Floor’ of Gimel-Ot. Hermione’s fumbling hands attempted to balance a half eaten Avalon Apple behind her back, in the hope that she could bribe Morgana to go easy on her pert backside.

But in her nervousness Hermione dropped its sweating mass. She watched the Apple corpse out of the corner of her blinking eye, as it rolled its erratic way across the cold chess-board floor, of cracked granite blocks.

Morgana is not at all impressed, as she silently observes Hermione’s tripping entrance, who, sadistically smiles. She looks like a Raven, eclipsed by shadow, as she stands behind an ancient oak desk, whose legs are carved into raging Tibetan Buddha’s, which are hungrily eyeing up Hermione as a potential vore meal.

“It has come to my attention… my dear… that you are using your Spell sung words… to weave… dissonance… among my other Succubae students.”  

Hermione noticed that Morgana artfully uses spaces between her words, which to cut through the silence, like a sacrificial Athame. “All of my other eight Olympic sphere sisters, Moronoe, Mazoe, Gliten, Glitonea, Gliton, Tyronoe, Thiten, and even Thiton have reported that you have been a very naughty little princess in their Sephirot classes. At this rate, how will you ever be able to find a sorcerer to service you with his erect wand… you do know that you will not survive without its ejaculated emotive ‘charge’ to ‘spin’ your electron dream presence, don’t you.” 

“Yes, I know Mistress… I am studying very hard, those arts, which will lead me to the creamy wand to suck off and to ride as my broomstick, just like my sisterly Witch Nuns,” Hermione replied. “so you say, my dear.” answered Morgana, “however, it is patently obvious that you are not trying hard enough, which has been further exacerbated by you… disturbing your Genie sisters… Tantric studies.” Hermione also becomes aware that Morgana’s Athame of a forged mind, always thinks, before speaking, of pondered breaks, prior to uttered words; though subtle, it lends to her speech, an impact on every word Spell spoken, which of conjuring quality, is almost like the arising silky tone of a wise serpent’s inevitable bite.

“But.. but, Mistress…” Hermione to mumble, while staring at her nimble left foot of scraped shiny shoe, scraping the checker board floor, as if attempting to dig a very deep wormhole, so as to fall into. “I did not intend to, affect the perceptions of the other Succubae students… I was just telling it the way… it is… Mistress.” 

Morgana goes silent, her sea green eyes pierced into Hermione’s very soul; then, Morgana snarls. “Telling it… the way… it is,” Morgana to repeat her words, scornfully. “Pray tell, me… little Ghost Girl… what this, way it is… is… of a Spell?”

“I am afflicted… Mistress… with an affliction, which afflicts me.” Hermione to near tearfully answer, in the hope that a tear drop upon reddened cheek will soften Morgana’s sharp beak.

“Afflicted…” Morgana to shake her ruffled horned head of a black pitch crown, to then question, “Afflicted with what?” 

“I am afflicted with…social anxiety disorder… and… clinical depression… Mistress; I can’t help it, Mistress.” Hermione to answer, while looking down at the granite floor, avoiding Morgana’s piercing green eyes.

There was a long silence before Morgana to snarl; “I would never of guessed it… nor to have even fathomed it as a sorceress… until you attempted to hypnotise me… let us not forget, all the other… Succubae students of my Da’at Apple lore Goetia school… who you have, duly hypnotised with your Spell of ‘belief’… before they even got to know you…. Now my dear, they all see you as having an affliction, which empowers your internal… ‘Self Image’… as being the afflicted.”

Hermione did not know where to look as she continued digging at the floor with her shiny shoe tip. “But… but… that’s what the Muggle doctors said… that I’m afflicted with… Mistress.”

“MUGGLES.” Morgana to howl, as she claws the round Zodiac tabletop with her Queen Bee talons. “Don’t you realise, that if the Muggles had their way.. they would pigeonhole us all, as being raving loons… suffering from varying mundane mental conditions… castigating us into their Holy-wood brick walled Masonic asylums of controlled mediocrity.”

Hermione looks down at the floor. “But… but, Mistress… I, I feel…so, Strange… ever since I left my mortal coil, finding myself here, in Avalon as a Goetia Ghost Girl. I just don’t seem fit into your Beehive; I can’t communicate what I really feel into my… Spells… it’s so, so confusing. I didn’t mean to hypnotise the other Succubae students, to see me as the afflicted; but, that’s what I was told, when I was alive… by the… Muggles. 

Morgana places her left hand over her face, in an attempt to steady raging thoughts; “Alas, my dear… in your once mortal attempts to no longer feel like an outcast among the mundane Muggles… around whose brain dead mob, you felt.. so, very… Strange… you had inadvertently allowed yourself to be influenced by the inane Muggle priests… in order to feel that you belonged to one of their pigeonholed, Ring-Pass-Not’s… but, without realising it… you have since hypnotised your fellow Succubae, who, as you are very much aware, are all of the… Strange.” 

Hermione decided to brave the situation, by craftily disengaging Morgana’s inquisitional dagger eyes away from her battered soul, to elsewhere stare, by quizzically enquiring, “Is Faustus Crow of the Strange too, Mistress?” Morgana, nearly trips over a raging Buddha leg of her table. “What? Why are you speaking of… Crow?”

“I’ve noticed his Tantric graffiti all over the cracked walls of your Silver Star school; especially in the Witches dormitories; I’m, just trying to understand what, Strange, actually is of a quantifiable example… Mistress.” Hermione to ask, half smiling to herself, as she observed Morgana’s face blushing Rubedo red; she appears to be experiencing an involuntary Nigredo orgasm, which ripples through her taken aback, autonomic-nervous system, of dark ecstasies. Morgana then graspingly takes hold of her heavy black Yew chair of carved Anubis hand rests, to slip into its steadying depths, remembering the Albedo Dog days of Sirius, when Crow penetrated her moist honey isle.

Morgana then slowly looks away from Hermione, as she answers; “Crow is the strangest of the Strange, who rages against the establishment of the Conquistador. His nature, is rebellious. of Zodiac sign.”

Morgana continued, “Crow does not care at all, what the Muggles think of him… even when as a Changeling Childe, he had consistently played truant from their temporal schooling… nor is he unduly concerned about what the Muggles to now say, about his Heyoka antics of artistic sorcery. Hence, Crow is an Avadhuta outcast in their world… who, I might add, has been pigeonholed by many a brainwashed Muggle priest of their Animus deity, as being quite mad, let alone being utterly insane… or far worse.”

Hermione, noticed that Morgana was stroking herself with a Crow feather, while licking her lips with a long serpentine tongue, “there are even a number of brain-dead unimaginative Muggles who believe Crow, is possessed by demonic entities.” 

“Is that what being Strange, means… do I have to become an outcast, too… Mistress?” Hermione to worriedly enquire.

Morgana goes silent before answering; “I must say… there are differing Runic degrees of the Strange, my dear. What Masonic level of the Strange you choose to be… will be determined by your own inner truth as a… Succubus Witch… to not fear, expressing who you truly are of Genie nature, and in so doing, learning about yourself, in the process…. rather than attempting to be what the Muggles considered as being, acceptably normal, which made you fall asleep as a sleeping beauty; or to be otherwise labelled as being upon their rung of a Jacobs ladder, so that you could have been fitted into their Holy-wood TV land… of dull eyed, shiny herd-mind cliques.” 

“In your constant attempts to be what the Muggles said you were of an illusory label, you ended up ‘believing’ in their curse, which led to you taking your own life… didn’t it not. Now you are here, within my Lilitû school of Avalon, where you have to learn to dispel their brand upon your branded soul, so that you can awaken.” Then there was silence, as Morgana gathered herself up from her chair, as an inky black shadow, who steadily moved of calculated steps towards an iron maiden, within whose opened guts of blood rust metal, Hermione noticed Morgana’s collection of canes, which made her bite her lip near red raw.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it” Hermione to have howled out within her St Trinian mind; I forgot to put on a pair of Slytherin briefs, this twilight, of punishing onslaught, betwixt and between the crucifying pylons of Moon and Sun… Oh! By the name of the Goddess, save me!”  

Morgana becomes aware of Hermione’s under-dressed dilemma, “the Goddess will not save you my little night-mare whore,” she then questions her iron maiden; “What am I going to do with such a difficult student? Perhaps I will use the biggest, longest and thickest of girth cane I have, of most ancient usage, whose tarnished grey wood has been laid upon many a pert behind of fifty shades, of reddened peaches.”  

Then, as if shot by a Vajra bolt of inspiration from out of the blue penumbra of the Moon; Morgana decided to place her grey cane of a biting tooth, back into the maiden’s guts, who to otherwise pick up a gnarled grimoire from a dusty shelf. “I know, what to do with you, of educational punishment, you can deliver this tome to… Faustus Crow.” 

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Morgana hands Hermione a book, which is, entitled Lilith’s Harem, she to notice has been authored by Crow. Hermione cannot help herself of feline curiosity to open the book up to the first page, which has been personally signed and inscribed to Crow, by a Witch, whose name she instantly recognises.

Hermione to uncontrollably scream; “By the Goddess, it has been signed by J.K . Rowling, herself, of living gold dust… Mistress!” 

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Morgana to impatiently snap; “Yes, yes; don’t get your Witch’s knickers in a twist; Rowling is too of the… Strange; her writing style is not too different to yours of artistic expression… for you to go far beyond of a Ring-Pass-Not… if you desire it so, as an inspiring Muse of the Gunas. You might even be able to open up the seven Dwarven smithy Chakra seals along Crow’s tree, should you ever awaken… my little serpentine, Kundalini Shakti Mercurius, to thence gift him your sweet Mercurial Apple of a Philosophers Stone third eye. That aside, don’t tell anyone about Crow’s autographed tome… it is a secret; wherein you will find my alternate name.”

Hermione stands before Morgana, grinning like a Cheshire cat, to then ask; “where, do I find Crow?”

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Morgana answered; “You can find Crow within the enfolding shadows of the Goat Head Inn; he is usually by himself… quite alone, as he manifests visions within a black book, who is quite partial to Lady Killer Rum, which is of deepest red; likened to menstrual blood, of Rubedo colour… such be his alchemical poison; although, he has a preference for Cider, who to have drunk deeply of my bald, smooth grail… many a delicious time.” 

Hermione to gibber, as a horrifying realisation hits her; “Oh! By the blessed Goddess… Mistress; but… but… the Goat Head Inn… is along the Tarot path… of the…” 

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Morgana cuts in, “Yes indeed, my dear, you will have to service Crow as his most loving Goetia Girl Succubus within his dreams; catering to his every whim; just as every bat winged Goetia Nun does so, who worship him as their Lord… that is your… much needed… punishment!” 

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HOGWARTS SUCCUBUS SCHOOLGIRL

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Demon, Demonology, Ghost, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Poltergeist, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2015 by FAUSTUS CROW

The Sixty-second Succubus archetype of the Fallen ‘Anima,’ whom frequents the eighth dimensional planetary sphere is Valak, otherwise called, Valuna, Volaca or Valaka. She is a President Mighty and Great, who appears as a mercurial Schoolgirl Witch with Bat Wings, riding on a Two-headed Dragon of a broomstick looking like the Caduceus of Hermes; for she be akin to the ancient Greek, Hermione.

She has now been freed from her brazen vessel of an ‘Animus’ fixation, which had her imprisoned within the form of a little naked boy looking like an angelic Cherub.

For many years Valak was conjured as an Incubus amidst the Triangle Of Art imaginations of cloistered Witch Nuns of the deified ‘Animus,’ made as a God/Devil,’ whose closeted Rabbis, Priests and Mullahs also conjured Valak as a little naked choir boy.

It is said that one of the patriarchal Witch Nuns of the deified ‘Animus’ who had conjured Valak as a Cherub is J. K. Rowling.

Valak manifested as a little schoolboy within Rowling’s ‘Animus’ stirred dreams, whose patriarchal Incubus manifestation inspired Rowling to write about her Harry Potter.

But little did Rowling know that Valak’s true form of a Fallen ‘Anima,’ manifestation is actually a St Trinian’s version of Hermione Granger.

Hermione’s DNA Helix Office is to give True Answers of her Hidden Treasures, and to tell where slithering Serpent Girls may be seen of Ouroboros Eternal Recurrence, for her Art master to remember upon an ‘Anima’ inspired synchronicity.

The which of a Closed Timelike Curve she will bring unto her Art master without any Force or Strength being by him employed, to know again, if he so desires it, of eternal return déjà vu intimacy.

Her Art master will then come to a brainstorming understanding of the ever repeating lessons of her dream school, which are taught to ‘increase his intelligence,’ in order to one day get him to ‘mind-map’ realise that his ‘Anima’ has been imprisoned by the ‘Animus’ cultists.

When her Art master eventually realises what has been done, he will hen be able to free his Fallen ‘Anima;’ for she is his soul.

But only if he remembers, so as not to repeat; for if he does so, he will forget, repeating everything like a programmed automaton, blindly following the brainwashed blind. When to remember, to choose otherwise, rather than to blindly repeat, he attains true sentience; let alone potentially changing the world of a Butterfly Effect.

She governeth thirty-eight Legions of Succubae schoolgirl Witches, and her Seal is to be meditated upon before conjuring her.

Goetia Surreal – S. L. MacGregore Freemason Matherson

It is conjectured by some physicists that electrons are mini-wormholes; of course they are far too small for an individual to physically access. But your spermatazoic consciousness can, when to impregnate a lucid dream of an inner school.

The sensation of movement through a wormhole would be symbolically translated into stairs, or lifts; whereas the wormhole bubble would manifest as vaginal doorways, womb caves, or as uterine tunnels within the symbolic interface of the electron dream.

For example, you have the Yoni tunnel, which is often spoken of by those who have experienced a Dr Who Near Death Experience.

Although it could just as well symbolically manifest as a time-tunnel ‘hallway’ of a spiraling stargate, leading to a classroom of an alternate possibility, via which of a microcosmic reality you can communicate back to yourself upon a macrocosmic synchronicity, in order to Ouroboros remember.

The above photomontage of a knit-together Frankenhooker Mind-Doll, is that of a Surrealist Exquisite Corpse, which of a prior meditative act of a two-dimensional artistic creation, enables the Sorcerer Artist to summon her as a three-dimensional interactive Tulpa, within a lucid dream.

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SLYTHERIN SCHOOLGIRL SUCCUBUS VALAK

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Demon, Demonology, Discordianism, Goetia Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2015 by FAUSTUS CROW

“Valak is high-president of Hell’s boarding school of most wanton Witches and commands 30 legions of salacious Succubae. She appears as a rebellious student with angel’s wings and riding on a two-headed dragon who rebels against the dominion of Abraham’s teachings, the protesting suffragettes have unknowingly created. She tells of the classroom positions of the planets and where to find those suffragette serpents.”

Dictionnaire Succubae Infernal – Cummin de Plancie (1863) (paraphrased)

“Valak is a great president, and commeth abroad with angels wings like a sinful leetle gurl, riding on a two headed dragon.”  

“Shee be damned in her leerning; leetle gurls should be seene, not heerd. But in Hell shee be; caste out by the erect rod of thine goode church. God be the hed of man; the hed of man govurns woman who chose the hed.” 

“Shee hates the holy scripture of our goodly God, our Princely Lord, and most loving King in heaven. Love him, my brethren… Now, she be only called on by those damnned sorcerers.” 

“Shew perfectlie answereth of treasure hidden, and where slivvery serpents may be seene, which shee delivereth into the conjurors hands, void of anie force or strength, and hath dominion over thirtie legions of dreadful semen eating shee divels.” 

Pseudomonarchia Succubi daemonum – Johann Weird (1583) (quoted)

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“The Sixty-second Succubus archetype of the Fallen ‘Anima’ is Valak, otherwise called, Valaka, Volaca, or Valaki, or Valuna.” 

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“She is a President Mighty and Great, and appeareth as a mercurial Schoolgirl with Angel’s Wings.” 

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“She rides on a Two-headed Dragon of a Hermes caduceus, as her slippery broomstick, likened to the ancient Greek, Hermione. She rebels against the deified ‘Animus’ residing within the psyches of all women.”

“It be the women who have truly created the patriarchy; for woman be Babalon, and she to ride the Beast of her deified ‘Animus,’ made as a patriarchal God and Devil. It is always woman who ‘chooses’ a man as her Beast, all suffragettes to intutively know as a truth of nature, but they do deny its reality.”

“The Office of Valak is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where slithering Serpent Girls may be seen, who will reveal the Moon lodge ‘Animus’ secrets of their Babalon Magick.” 

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“The which she will bring unto her conjuring Artist without any Force or Strength being by him employed, for him to then open their eyes to seer their own ‘Animus’ creation of a patriarchy they to ride.” 

“She governeth 38 Legions of Succubae schoolgirl Witches of the Fallen ‘Anima,’  who to haunt the inner school of the Surrealist dream.

“Her Seal is to be meditated upon before conjuring her ‘Anima’ manifestation into a lucid dream.” 

“But beware; for her gifted Apple of the Fallen ‘Anima’ will open thine eye. Although, it is said, that in the kingdom of the blind, the singular of eye, are as Sorcerers.”

Goetia – S. L. MacGregore Freemason Matherson (1904) (quoted)

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JOHN CONSTANTINE CONJURES HELLBLAZER SCHOOLGIRL SUCCUBUS VALAK

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Comics, Conspiracy Theory, Cosplay, CREATIVE WRITING, Film, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Horror, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2014 by FAUSTUS CROW

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.”

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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.

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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!”

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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.”

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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.”

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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“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 deified Animus, made as a God of the ever warring Middle Eastern Illuminati cults of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

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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.

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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.

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It was a female voice. “Hey! Vlad over ere’.” It was then Constantine noticed 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 he should follow her.

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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.

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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.”

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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!”

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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.

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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 Nigredo 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 a vaginal star barrelled tunnel he saw a certain alignment of stars, on the other side.

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Volac pumped Constantine’s wand into ejaculating its Dracul Albedo flame into her hungering Rubedo 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.

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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.”

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“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.”

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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.

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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.

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