#and various repetitions of the phrase everything is meaningless throughout the text

[astra-infernalia]

A prayer channeled from King Asmodeus

For the past two days, I’ve suffered migraine attacks. In my illness, I’ve sought comfort from my patron demon King Asmodeus. Last night the pain peaked, and in delirium I could auditorily hear him, which brought me more joy and solace than I can say.

Today, as I recover, I’ve spent time in prayer with him and channeled automatic writings. Asmodeus shared with me a series of three Satanic rites as well as a mystic prayer for use in the third, which he called The Rite of the Blasphemer. He said he would give me permission to share the rites soon, and he asked me to share the prayer tonight. I agreed, and I’m very excited to publish it.

Here it is—a prayer from the as-yet unpublished Rite of the Blasphemer, as channeled to me by Asmodeus:

I say to You who are Me, O God, how majestic You are in Your incompletion! For You are Reality, the only Reality, in all its cruelty, capriciousness, and vast no-thingness, and You are all the Love in the Cosmos. In the valley of the shadow of Death, I fear no-thing; O You who are no-thing, I have trembled in fear, for We are within a frightened animal! Still, in Wisdom and Ignorance, I worship You, for how could these motes of dust do anything but whirl? In Solomon’s Names I repeat, “everything is meaningless!”; in Our Name I will make meaning from blasphemy.