#spiritual entities

[paimongoetia9]

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[taratarotgreene]

Mars at 29 degrees Capricorn

Mars is at the last 29th anaretic degree of Capricorn today and at the Super Bowl and for the last few days and is very strong. The Sabian symbol of it is very profound. The symbol is for 30° as all Sabian symbols are marked one degree ahead. Pay attention to all the signs and symbols. Note that Pluto will be back on this critical degree from September 1- November 19 when it will give the world…

[usingevilforgood]

I have very vivid dreams if anyone wants to know. If they're complex enough, I can remember 2-5 I have each night.

Recently, the content of my dreams has gotten more spiritually related, but that's no surprise as my current fixation as of now is my beliefs.

With that being said, I wanted to record the most recent experience I had, if only a little part of it

I don't like it, but because of how sensitive I am about my personal beliefs, I usually keep them close to the chest; religion especially considering Luciferianism in a predominantly Christian conservative state is extremely controversial..

Any criticism or questioning of the dominant sect of faith will be immediately brushed aside or worse, mocked relentlessly as heresy.

So, in turn, I experience a lot of dreams where I'm confronted by very closed-minded people. I do my best to avoid them in real life, but I can never get away from them when they come from within my mind.

This last time was different, though.

As always, I'd be sitting in this manifestation of a church room; benches positioned aside each other and someone preaching at the very front, usually holding a Bible and raising their voice loud enough for my ears to ring.

I never liked when I was forced to attend sermons as a child; I never understood why we were never allowed to speak or move while a stranger expects our complete reverence for a figure I never really knew personally. It was just a test of how long I could sit still before I felt my bones start to ache.

In this dream, this woman was going on and on about faithfulness; about how any deviation from their teachings was pure unbridled sin.

I looked away as only an attempt to not have to watch her face twist into a passionate disgust when she spoke. But this was the first time I remember seeing anyone else like me: a girl my age sat just behind me with something clasped close to her chest. Just from reading her face, I knew she was going to provoke the preacher; it was a look of defiance but also... I guess a look familiar to how I really felt inside.

I turned away to face forward again, trying not to read into it, but as soon as I did, the girl just behind me spoke up finally. The preacher immediately went silent, an indignant expression written all over her face as this girl spoke. It was certainly surprising even to me.

All that defiance hidden deep inside my head, I heard it coming out from her voice instead; as if in my place. I just turned back around to stare almost in awe. She was so confident, so critical of everything the woman had preached; as if the punishment for blasphemy meant nothing to her.

Before the righteous woman could even find her voice again to reprimand the blasphemer, the girl threw something into my hands. It was what she was hiding in her clutch when I first saw her, but now I could see what it was she had as I looked down into my palm: it was a talisman. A talisman I hadn't recognized.

Before I could understand what was going to happen, the girl ran out of the building; before the other woman could even cast this stranger out herself. I clutched the talisman tight and ran after her. The thought of the sermon was no longer even a factor in my mind.

I just wanted to know who she was that left me this gift; this gift she had paraded in the name of an "Amon"? It was a short name that started with a long booming "Ah" sound when she said it, that i remember most clearly.

I had no idea who she was talking about, but she said it with such strength; such defiance that I had to know who it was and what this talisman was for. It was like the talisman was what gave her the aggression to even challenge the institution, and she gave it to me. Why?

By the time I was able to run from the church into cold damp woods to where she had left to, I was completely alone. Why did she lead me out here? It was drizzling rain, and the air was foggy and blue from the early sunset. She seemed to have disappeared completely before I could ask her anything more. All I could do was look down in my palms at what she had left me. I guess I had to find out the answers on my own.

Here's a simple drawing I did of what the talisman looked like in my dream:

I'm not sure how much of this is symbolic. Anything from the woods to the color of the strings and beads could mean something, but I don't know yet. I'll just have to do my own studying.

If anyone has anything they want to decipher from this or share any kind of similar experience, feel free to add on to this!

[stellardreammachineblog]

[callofthev01d]

I’m gonna kick myself in the tits, why do I never post on here enough?! Literally I have so much info about my universe and yet I don’t do shit …

Here have a one of my pictures I drew…

My eldritch void flower boy ARTICUSSSS!!!! (Artie!)

May is perfect time to be posting about my flower man~ because his birthday originally when he was rebirths as a human back in Athens, it was may 30th.

But when he died and was reborn in the void as a voidian and deity of life. His official rebirth date was June 2nd. Still a ♊️ through and through~

[shadesewingart]

A spirit forest playing her music under the moonlight.

(Made for a cspcontest39 on Facebook and Instagram.)

[thegodgaze]

To observe is an act of peculiar violence. In your world, its addressed with simpler terms and often considered...well, mostly harmless but is sometimes suspected to be a part in a series of dubious intent. Yet it comes in a variety of flavors and concepts that more often more readily accepted.

A lover glances upon their other, and holds the gaze. The other doesn't notice or at least pretends not to, and merely exists to the lover's quiet, innocent enjoyment. A heart fluttering breeze of an experience, truly and hardly could be considered as harm but what I'm referring to is not the implications of the event, but the initiation of it.

The stare.

The acknowledgement and focus, the way that all sound peers into deeper concentration from that particular direction.

The decision. Voluntary, involuntary, all the same.

Here...the rules are different than what they were amidst mortality. As mentioned before, this is a violence, it is an acknowledgement, a decision, an absolute declaration of action upon the world around you to observe. And every entity around you will return the favor. The wish, that decision it yields their image unto you just as it yields yours unto them. They will return the gaze and be known in whatever form they either choose or sustained upon the observations start.

Jarring isn't it. They stare in return, with a persistence that either emits annoyance, confusion, or anger, or all of these things, you can't tell - because they have no obligation to you and your earthly mind to give an explanation.

It's...limiting. When you commit to an acknowledgement, you possess an expectation, no, a perception, a chosen world view that filters information to be absorbed by what you are. As all these others have realities and concerns all their own, you've intruded into their space and afflicted upon them your insistence.

A range of possibility expands nigh infinitely with the weight of inaction - as a mortal, this concept bears no meaning since any outcome requires both observation and an action for the commit, but for these things beyond most fleshy comprehension, they gain great purchase. In the infinite array of circumstances, a tree amongst too many others appeals to the tastes of this one or that one. Such things can be absorbed simultaneously without a commit for quite a while as these find the whim to scry where they'd want their presence set best.

But the moment you see them.

There is only one.

One instance, one probability, one outcome. Whatever whim, whatever plans, whatever course of knowing changes, and the onset spreads like a vacuous wildfire.

Except...they can't always afford such a thing. So you don't see them. Except for here - kinda. This haven exists as their causeway, and for the whim to observe this violence can't be dodged. It can be returned, however, and in an odd ruse, the weight of this decision is often masked to avoid deviance. As a courtesy...

Do it again and they'll show no obligation for pleasantries.

Demon, ghost, haunting - all of these seem vaguely familiar back there on earth but here...

Well, its a usual approach. To observe and be observe, the violence is met with uncanny visage. Save that, most mortal don't comprehend the dissolution of intent. To them, intent is everything, where as...in reality it's a partial man-made construct deemed fit to exchange or maintain pleasantries.

You'll need to learn how to become a fully resolute being from here on out... the ways of your past will only cause harm here, if you hope to stay.

Just...don't think of it, and you'll be fine.

[shamanflavio]

Shamanism: A Journey Through the Mind, Body, and Spirit Connection

Shamanism, a spiritual practice that spans across various cultures and epochs, serves as a profound testament to the universality of human psychobiological experiences. Through the lens of Winkelman’s (2002) research, we can understand shamanism not merely as a cultural artifact but as a manifestation of innate brain processes, representational systems, and psychophysiological dynamics inherent…

[euphorictruths]

Mk Cooper; 2024

[bonefall]

BB!MALICIOUS ENTITY: Ancestor Rats

A cruel fate that can befall a shattered pantheon, and the enemies of Firestar's Quietus

With SkyClan homeless and exiled at the end of the Skyfall Era, StarClan itself was in chaos. 1/5th of their ranks broke from the sky to walk with their descendants into exile, with only some of the most powerful ancestors staying behind.

Skystar himself, Patron of War, was one of them. He scoffed that a Clan that couldn't hold even a sliver of land had failed his teachings, and deserved nothing.

Scores of cats died in exile, starved, exposed, killed by predators. Cloudstar desperately tried to keep his cats together as SkyClan dwindled. Soon, there were barely enough cats to maintain a Clan, let alone such a large pantheon.

When Cloudstar died, his successor Spiderstar found herself facing a new threat. One she couldn't defeat.

Over and over, there were rats who would attack the camp. Horrible, twisted creatures of many colors, with sharp claws like a cat and jaws full of needle teeth. They swirled like a storm around a central point, wound so tightly that it was impossible to see what lay at the eye.

While watching baby spiders fly away from their mother on little silk balloons, Spiderstar devised a Great Plan. SkyClan would live apart but connected, loosely, like a web. The Rats could not kill what they could not find.

As she watched her Clan disperse, some to humans homes, some to live as rogues, the blood roared in her ears. It pounded, throbbed into a rythmn, until the words of a prophecy became overwhelming,

"EEK SHARRARRAM SSARSHAIWO!"

[Rat ancestors disastrous-they-will-kill]

Could this be true? Would their ancestors save them from the rats, someday?

(Below the cut; a guide to Ancestor Rats and how they are dealt with in Firestar's Quietus. CONTENT WARNING: BODY HORROR, GORE.)

Firestar's Quietus; The Secret of the Rats

Exactly as before, when Firestar and the spirit of Brokenstar gathered the SkyClan web together, the rats had one point of attack. They washed over the soon-to-be warriors in a wave, but they were able to fight them off.

Skywatcher laid on his side in the clearing, trembling and wide eyed, covered in horrible bites. At first they could barely get a word out of him, too shaken to speak. When he was finally able to force a word out, he could only mumble;

"I saw Lowbranch. That was my mother..."

And then, someone else came forward, sharing that one rat had the same stripes as their brother. Another recognized their son's tufts on another's ears. The camp buzzed with tension as the stories bubbled forth.

Everyone recognized something in the rats.

Something had happened to their ancestors. Something terrible. It became clear why they had never answered their prayers or sent a hero to save them. Brokenstar tried to reach them, but he could only hear a command echoing in the darkness.

"Neek urrspeekorreen urrsnyarhak, karrl urrsnakochya." "THAT WHICH CANNOT BE FIXED, MUST BE BROKEN"

It was only later, when they went to confront the rats once and for all, that they realized what those words meant. Stumbling out into the dim light out of the barn, they saw them.

Those weren't just rats!

And the most horrible thing of all was the atrocity behind it all, the creature at the center of the swirling, agonized mass, the eye of the storm...

The Rat Leader; Cloudstar

He promised to keep his Clan together. So he did.

As each life wasted away and his Clan dwindled, smaller and smaller, as their heaven crumbled above them and became too tiny to hold their ancestors, Cloudstar kept them in one piece.

When he died, that mission continued. Trapped as this cursed creature, Cloudstar was mindlessly commanding his cats like a storm around him, dragging in both the dead and the living in a desperate attempt to save the Clan he'd vowed to protect.

SkyClan could not mend until this curse was broken. These fallen angels needed to be released, by force, to rejoin a new heaven of modern making. Slipping into the body of Firestar, Brokenstar was able to lend all of his talents for one final fight. It was just like being back at Carrionplace.

With his purpose as the fallen 5th tree, a guardian spirit, fulfilled and the rats freed from their prisons, Brokenstar's soul grew sleepy with peace. Firestar buried the acorn necklace that he had used to channel him overlooking the gorge, where it quickly sprouted into a new oak.

Rat Ancestors; Tome of Beasts

When an afterlife is destroyed, through mass death or supernatural attack, and the spirits within it cannot peacefully fade away or join a new pantheon, all of its souls can become earth-bound.

There are many types of entities and curses in this world, each one completely unique. Ancestor Rats are the form that this pantheon took.

From a distance, an Ancestor Rat could be mistaken for an odd, escaped domestic rodent. Their faces were an unsettling mix of rat and cat, with teeth laid out like a cat's but endlessly growing like a rat. They had the blade-like claws of a Clan cat, tearing through the skin and laying at various angles.

They had no physical needs, but were unable to handle being separated from their leader. Cloudstar himself, however, did need to rest in some way, returning to the barn where he died every day.

When one was killed, it would flash blue as if briefly turning into a shard of the sky, before leaving a completely standard rat corpse in its place. As long as Cloudstar was alive, the pulsar of each spirit would simply be dragged back into another rat after some time.

There was no escape until he was killed.

After the defeat of the Ancestor Rats, the spirits moved on to SkyClan's special heaven; Skypelt. Even after moving to the lake, Skypelt maintains its independence from Silverpelt, judging its own souls and staying separate (but connected) to StarClan-Prime.

With an abundance of rat bodies on their paws, SkyClan started a morbid tradition for a very special celebration. "The New Day" is celebrated every year with a grand feast, where a traditional rat meat dish called "Roasted Grandpaw" is served.

[paimongoetia9]

☀️ King Paimon

[creature-wizard]

More folks need to appreciate that there is a massive difference between someone being like, "I believe I'm talking to a spirit entity, but I acknowledge that I can't definitively prove this and so I don't expect other people to just believe me," and somebody being like "I am most assuredly talking to a spirit entity and you have to take my word for it, and you have to live your life in accordance with this spirit's decrees."

[i-am-trans-gwender]

I was today years old when I found out that Baphomet (aka the goat demon/deity/symbol) is bigender as they are meant to represent "the equilibrium of opposites". They are half animal and half human, half good and half evil and of course half male and half female.

You could say they are the goat in both senses.

[artdecobish222]

HOW TO BANISH A SPIRIT/ENTITY

do you have a not so friendly ghost in your home? or even just a spirit who has invaded your presence? or maybe a entity whom you no longer want in your space? if so, then this is the perfect spell for you. follow each steps, and this spirit shall be no more. (it’s fine if you substitute ingredients/objects in this spell, as long as your intent is strong)

Disclaimer: (ESPECIALLY with this spell it is vital that you already know how to protect yourself using magick, and have done a protection spell before this. also if you feel intuitively that you should swap some ingredients that’s fine too! you don’t have to follow the exact way I preformed this spell)

BACKSTORY:

earlier this year, my sister became haunted by the presence of a spirit who was deeply attached to her and her essence. Like myself, and many other witches, i practice tarot, so ofc I did divination on this situation and steps to take to move forward. Obviously this “man” or spirit as you may call it was no good. So I successfully banished him with this spell that I’ve created. Now, it is important to note, if you know the spirit name that is powerful and could further more feed into the spell, so that the energy has a direct target. However, (like in my case) if you don’t know the spirits name that’s fine too. Just make sure the intention is strong.

WHAT YOU’LL NEED

-a white sachet bag

-a piece of paper

-black pepper- to ward off negative and unwanted spirits and entities from (name) and to banish them

-cinnamon- to provide (name) with protection from unwanted spirits and entities

-rusty nails- may anyone, people, spirit or entity that attempts to inflict harm onto (name) be reversed back banefully. May these rusty nails stand for a harsh protection.

-paprika- to speed up the speed of this spell, to protect (name) from negative energy, and unwanted spirits and entities

-garlic- to ward off and BANISH any unwanted spirits and entities and negative energies

-salt- protection, neutralize negative energy, ward off unwanted spirits

- a black candle

STEP 1:

now what you’ll want to do is cleanse the space with incense. (You should use a herbal incense that corresponds with protection) and ask your spirit guides or deities/ancestors (if you work with them) to protect and guide you during this spell.

STEP TWO:

write corresponding affirmations on piece of paper such “I banish any spirit/entity from my space, home, and essence entirely. I banish thee”. Fold this paper AWAY from you, then carve banishing affirmations onto black candle. Place black candle on top of the affirmation paper. Then add said ingredients as listed above onto the candle with the intent to banish this spirit from you or (someone else’s) life. Lastly you can light this candle.

STEP THREE:

as the candle is burning, play this banishment frequency, while mediating/visualizing this spirit leaving you alone forever. Along with saying aloud corresponding affirmations to the burning candle. You can play this frequency as many times as you like or what feels right for you.

here is the link to the frequency;

https://youtu.be/rfQVgVayXcc?si=io2fVFn6v6P4V65K

STEP FOUR:

now once the candle has fully burned on top of the affirmation paper, place this inside of the sachet bag. Below is a photo of the spell I did, it should look something like this;

[ch1oecore]

i posted this on reddit. need help with a spiritual entity haunting me and my boyfriend. any suggestions welcome.

[mamaangiwine]

With the way evangelical and fundamentalist Tik-Tok throw around the word "demon" it's very obvious how they want you to feel when confronted with that word- Vulnerable. Helpless. Afraid.

Now I've already touched on the origin of the word "demon" on this blog but today, in terms of any and all malefic entities, I'd like to tell you something-

You are not helpless.

It's true. A malefic entity can be worrying, and bothersome, as well as inconvenient but one thing I've learned in my practice is this- malefic entities are like bears. To scare one off you simply have to convince it that you are the biggest, baddest mother fucker in the woods.

Sometimes you can do this on your own. You can throw down a circle. You can carry some iron, or silver. You can find a holy word that keeps the darkness at bay.

You can do it with help. You can call upon a god. You can summon an angel. You can even make arrangements with another demon.

If you want, you can even pray to the Saints. To the Mother Mary. To Jesus and, yes, even to God- though it certainly doesn't have to be their version.

Helpless?

Please. So many cultures haven't been practicing warding and banishment for centuries, from the mau olhado to Appalachian face jugs, just for some milk-toast, Christian influencer with a Stanley cup to tell their people they are messing with "forces beyond their understanding".