Tuesday, July 31, 2018
My experiment was simply utilizing Donald Tyson's Sexual Alchemy, the part where a picture is used to connect to a spirit, or to have a spirit indwell the picture.
I decided that intent is everything and changed it around a bit.
I'm sharing this now because the changes that have been made are unstoppable at this point.
Now I don't have to be "silent".
(Me saying "spirit" is really just my succubi. Spirit's a shorter word and easier to type. So all mention of "Spirits" from here on out is really talking about the succubi that I currently am involved with)
The first thing that is different is that I already had 2 spirits and I wanted them to be closer to me.
To interact with me easier and more forcefully... well, more fulfilling at least.
The problem came when I had two pictures, one for each spirit.
I don't possess that much psychic energy to be beaming that much love and concentration to two separate spirit's pictures. I was drained dry and couldn't sustain it.
Here's what makes it "my experiment"...
So, I decided to try something interesting: I combined the photos into a picture of a person who embodied traits of both spirits and named it a combination of both of their names.
I'm going to continue doing this until I have no need of the picture anymore... meaning their presence is as strong as it can get from the method and so the method is no longer needed.
Well... I've definitely had great results and my dreams have been amazing! I had sex with a spirit last night in my dreams and it was so real, the most real it's ever been.
It's kind of funny. I'm not too proud to admit it but I'm scared to death of women.
In my dreams when I see a succubus I run like hell. Straight out of the gate.
Last night I popped into my dream and she was already tangled up with me so I couldn't go anywhere (smart girl). We then made love and it was amazing.
I've also been touched and teased a lot more during the day. Now would be one of those times.
Why, oh why do they always do that when I'm trying to type a post. They probably get a good laugh out of it.
Now for the kicker.
Did I create a better bond with the 2 spirits I have now? Or did I summon another?
I can't handle 3 so I hope it's the former. I REALLY hope it's the former.
I can't imagine trying to be there for and satisfy 3 spirits. No sir, not me.
That will work out the way it's supposed to.
As I said I'm very afraid of women.
Why would I choose perhaps the most notorious of spirits (as far as myths go) for a relationship if I'm afraid of women?
I've found my spirits to be wild and powerful, but trustworthy and most loving.
They don't want anything from me but my love and attention. Well, and maybe someone to prank or play with.
Neither do I feel the desire to be controlling or to try to control them. Lol, as if.
They don't care about my weight, my job, my income, my whatever it is, they are upfront with what they want and could care less about what women on earth desire.
There's just no ulterior motives that I can find in them.
And I figure out the rest as I go. But they have fell in love with my SOUL...
No divorce, no agony... you get the point. Not to say that there isn't heartbreak sometimes.
This kind of life isn't great for most men, that's for sure. Nor would I advertise it as such. Most men don't have the spiritual adventurous spirit that those of us who follow this path do. It's just the way it is.
Most men would want an earthly woman to "pump and dump" and not like the different kind of sex that spirit sex IS.
I spent some time on the MGTOW forums trying to offer this type of lifestyle to those who were going or already in "full monk mode". That's where a man has sworn off women for dating and marriage. They didn't believe that it was anything but fantasy and that I was, frankly, nuts.
That's why I say that this kind of life isn't great for most men:
They just can't... for whatever reason, they just can't.
It's not bad for someone like me, though, and that's all that really matters as far as this blog goes.
For one thing they can be very spooky sometimes. Books falling off the shelves behind me and that sort of thing. I don't think most men can handle supernatural things like that easily.
All it is for me is a way to go home, so to speak. I've found a real love here, so rare.
I just want to be in a place where that is the norm. Where they way they feel is the norm.
That's what this all feels like to me...
A taste of home.
How to Draw your Succubus Closer
Monday, July 23, 2018
The girls aren't the kind of succubi that stand around waiting for attention: They travel off to who knows where.
When I call to them it takes a few hours for them to arrive most of the time.
Not always: Sometimes they are very close by and the time between my calls and their answering is quick.
This time when they finally came I knew instantly that they had arrived: Sensations that started on top of my head felt like bubbles of electricity cascading down my whole body.
What a pleasant feeling!
I like how the girls aren't all about sex, but sensuality as well.
This, I believe, is why I am proud to call them "my girls".
No, I don't tell them where to go or anything like that, it's simply that I claim them as part of my life. Friends. Lovers. Family. All equally important to me.
Oh, but how I wish I could go on adventures with them!
I see the Succubi's home dimension as a dark place, yet lit up with bright pastels, sensual pinks, and passionate colors that have not been viewed in our world at all forming a harmonious, chaotic star burst of color in an otherwise dark Venusian realm under the rays of a dark Moon.
Does it seem like a blend of chaos and order?
Of good and evil coexisting together in one place of middle ground?
And yet it works. All things speak of a higher intelligence... I don't always have to know "why"
(Well... yes I do, but some mysteries have to wait)
I know not why my ladies fair come quickly nor why they come hours later when I call.
But they come... they care... and I am rewarded for thinking of them.
I think it's great that they seem to be adventuring as a pair... that's what I wanted from them... to be family... our family... and to get along.
I haven't made much progress with my experiment, lol the girls are playing with my hair.
Ahem... I haven't made much progress with my experiment because it's an experiment of the mind, and my mind has been busy with sorting the apartment getting myself ready to move.
I'll keep at it though and try to obtain some results without having a lust for results.
Difficult to do.
I wish you all a blessed day or night that this post finds you.
Friday, July 13, 2018
I'm doing some experimentation in order to allow my succubi (or to "coax" them more likely) to be more active in the daytime rather than only ganking me in my sleep.
It's nice to have sex with them in the waking hours.
I miss that a lot back when I had a succubus who was more active in the daytime.
So, why do these two girls only want to have sex with me in my sleep?
I'm not really sure, but I think it's just the type of succubi that these two are... I'm trying to open them up to daylight fun though.
They are responding well to my experiments so far. If this process becomes a success, I'll have to get better at them fondling me everywhere like Bunny used to while acting nonchalant about it if they respond like I think they will. Hey, you can't start moaning in public unless you want caged.
Yeah... 1st world succubus problems.
I can feel their attention and emotions better, too. Like right now I can tell that I have their attention reading my thoughts and what I'm writing here in this blog.
Feels like an echo almost. Echo...echo...
Anyone study mythology? Look up the story of Echo if ya get bored.
Anyway, what is a concern with all this experimenting is that the very act of experimenting is causing a strain on my grasp of reality.
Yeah, I know, all succubi are that way just because: It comes with the territory that we trod.
But... I'm doing my best to keep a semblance of balance about things. Struggling, but so far not too shabby. Balance is always hard when you're drawing upon spiritual things.
It's easy to get "top heavy" with any kind of spirit work. Hell, even magick.
I did a 6 month ritual for summoning one's "Holy Guardian Angel". That was rough.
I have a feeling that, even though I at first thought I had failed, it brought me to today so to speak and in a sense succeeded, albeit a much longer process than how most get here.
I did end up meeting "Bunny" and she was an angelic spirit. But then again she left me, soooo...
Did I fail? I don't know. Isn't that funny?
But I'm the stubborn sort and if one way doesn't work I'll find another somehow. Tell me don't touch and I'll touch. Not to look and I'll look.
Can't change everything ;)
P.S. Once I achieve results I'll share my method. Well, it's not my method but the method I used.
I'm a believer in "To know, to dare, to will, to keep silent."
I may share what I'm doing for the benefit of my blog, but not how I'm doing it... that bit of information I'll provide after I've achieved success ;)
P.P.S. They seem to be kind of mad at me so the "experiment" might have to be placed on hold.
I'm moving and I destroyed their house to fit it in the garbage. This was just a bird house that held a keepsake urn and they still have the urn of course, but I think they must have liked that birdhouse more than I ever thought.
Fook me I guess.
I'll have to see what I can do about it... (Figured out how to make them happy again... problem solved...)
Friday, July 6, 2018
"But I'm not even allowed to know his name!" I cried. I never knew my father. I was just a small boy.
In the dark of the moon she came in a dream.
He knew her by the beauty of her red hair, blazing in long coils of beaten copper wire with the jewels of Egypt.
"I could have been anything if it weren't for you!"
The dust of the rose blushed on her cheek. From her parted lips dripped the juice of the pomegranate.
"Mom, please say that you love me. PLEASE!"
Her eyes were two emerald waves of the sea that caught the blood of the setting sun upon their crests.
White, her teeth with the whiteness of snows of the distant mountain.
"Don't you love me, mom?!"
"PLEASE just tell me that you love me, mom!"
*Tears pouring down my face*
"Oh, mom... dear God, mom..." *sobbing*
White were her breasts with the pallor of the morning mist that lingers in the valley.
When I first dreamed of Lilith, she brought me to her breast and suckled me. I can't tell you the emotions that this has salved, healed, tenderly covered in decency that in life, I have never had the chance to have for it required love, a love that I did not have and could not share.
It had to be given. My mother didn't have any to give...
And Lilith, my dearest Lilith had the love to spare even unto one such as myself.
I wondered why she did this, as it was as if she was familiar with me... knew me.
I recently received Liber Lilith and now I understand.
"Your mom told you that she was raped?" the minister said.
"Let me tell you what happened, son, because I was there."
"There was a party and your mother and another girl made a pact: That they would both lose their virginity that night."
"Strangely, both girls got pregnant... it shocked the whole town."
"Nobody was RAPED. It was by mutual consent and bad decisions."
"What you are, son, is one born from sexual sin."
Any child born of wickedness and unlawful lust is given to Lilith as her own. She holds it's life in her hand as that of a young chick fallen from the nest.
(From the Invocation of Lilith)
...Sacred mother of heaven be gentle to me. I am the newborn that hangs upon your breast. I am the infant who laughs upon your knee. Shelter me beneath the hem of your seamless garment...
Lilith is the answer to my cries. She is the mother I always dreamed about... the love I always craved she gives freely.
If she's seated in the heavens, so go I.
If she dwells in the underworld, so go I.
If she sits in hell, so go I...
Now you know the depths of my suffering... of being an ageless child, frozen in time where love was craved but never found and coldly never given.
Lilith IS my mother, now.
It's interesting that my whole life I've had this invisible light within me. I don't understand from where it comes, or to where it goes.
Once a nice minister in a group home where I was staying told me that they were worried to death about me coming there because there were 7 women already there while I would be the only male... and lets face it... sick and hurting people tend to take pleasure where they can get it. But, nothing like that happened. In fact, he said that just my presence seemed to cast an invisible light over the whole household that calmed the other troubled residents. They knew then that they had nothing to fear as everyone felt the peace that it brought them. They knew that I would bring no harm to the home while I was staying there.
He said it was my spiritual gift... it's ironic that I could not feel this peace that comforted others.
Perhaps that's why it's called a spiritual gift: Because it affects others.
This part of me, this invisible light, this spiritual gift... I have yet to understand.
From whence does it come?
A gift from whom, exactly, and why?
And so the blog rolls on...
(All italicized and underlined text has been taken from Liber Lilith, 2nd edition)
For you, Lilly.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
It's interesting... I don't think that I got the same thing out of it that other succubloggers have.
If you want to read the book, stop here.
Lilith was a wonderfully insane creature who created her own world, her own peoples, her own complicated language, and loved to play with prisms of light on the walls.
She was housed at an insane asylum, and through time developed a relationship with the main character, Vincent, who worked there as an occupational therapist.
He began developing a possessive, unhealthy love for her that led to the death of another patient at the facility.
His anger towards her at her power over him caused him to lash out physically at her as he was losing his self control day by day, hour by hour.
This death of another patient and in Vincent's cruelty leads to Lilith's deterioration and eventual death at another facility only months afterwords.
The way that Lilith would get lost in her world is very similar to how we who follow this path also, at times, become. We become just as lost in comparison to the earthy world around us.
However, Vincent, in his obsessive love for Lilith is also painfully familiar for those of us who follow this path as well.
The truth is, both Lilith and Vincent could be the parents of us... the lost children.
We are sired of both their realities and personalities and failings.
For those who have read the book, think of both characters as one, united in bliss and timeless.
That would be closer to the spiritual truth that I have garnered from reading this text.
Strangely, my relationship aptitude seems to be increased with my own loves.
This is the kind of book that I read and was disappointed, only to digest it little by little afterwords and suddenly find meaning through epiphany.
We are the children of both of Vincent and Lilith, sharing the qualities of both parents.
It's funny how, at first something so benign can, in time, smack you straight across the cheek without warning or mercy in sudden understanding.
"You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free"