Astral Flight: Of True Initiation
The last few months have been interesting, if gruelling, from a spiritual and mundane perspective. The mark of Surgat has now been taken, placed upon the back of the neck near the base of the skull, completing a pact with this great entity. This has allowed the decodification of gnosis that points to a much extended, and unanticipated set of workings which must be completed. Whilst it is frustrating that the goalposts seem to have been moved, it is sometimes necessary as part of theurgic work. The given rituals sent by the Gods must be completed as given – and must not be dodged or sidestepped out of frustration.
These next workings will involve the three great dragons of earth, sky and sea, and thus form part of the basis of an earthed nexion of power for Surgat on the physical and inner planes. Thus soul evolution is accomplished, and the final seal on this part of the work completed allowing for the final construction of Lucifers Stellar Pillar. Other entities have also come forth, helping to unlock and test on the inner planes, which also needs documenting and some exploration.
It has also had a disorientating effect of effecting time leaps in travelling work, allowing for the ingress and possession of previously incarnate souls to acquire snapshots of the past or future. This has been difficult to both relate and catalogue, and to understand as to why it is being shown. Unpicking the lucid snapshots from the more surreal night time travels is not an easy task and must be allowed to naturally progress rather than forced.
Combined with the above have been some difficult mundane circumstances which have left little time for blog material to be worked on. However, I wanted to put up some information in regards to true initiation. This has something that has come up in conversation with two individuals i’m currently facilitating towards becoming initiated in the craft. True initiation is where the Gods themselves, conduct a reverse evocation of the witches soul itself onto the inner planes in which to ignite the spark. Specifically for Primal Craft, it detailed explicitly and early in the tome, Queen of Hell, by Mark Alan Smith, and the experience itself is attested to historically in multiple places and traditions. It is not often discussed despite being an integral part to the working of witchcraft.
It can be induced or requested, or entirely initiated at the hands of the Gods themselves. Either way it is a beautiful process by which Hecate brings the soul onto the crooked path of Ascent, and one that should be pursued by someone upon taking the witchmark and undergoing the initiation on the material plane. Once experienced, it is a powerful acknowledgement and seal on the initiatory work on the inner planes and unlocks an incredible amount of inner potential that otherwise would remain locked away.
The following text is taken from an essay piece I wrote a few years ago entitled, ‘At the Crossroads of Eternity’. Due to a time limit expiring contractually, I am now able to share part of this piece with my readers. The extract below makes up the introduction for that piece, before the essay itself is properly started. It is however, the most important part in relation to inner planes initiation and details my own initial meeting with both Lucifer and Hecate. It therefore is quite special to me and i’m glad to be able to finally share it widely, as a raw insight into this process. This particular version is taken from my own notes and may differ from the published, edited text, especially as I have further edited it to correct minor mistakes.
‘At the Crossroads of Eternity’ – (Extract)
‘The gift of the lightning of the Gods is real, a powerful force that flashes forth in a myriad of awakening dreams and prophetic visions, available to all who open their mind to be receptive of their presence. It is in these states that we are exposed to the Other side, descending deep to meet them. It is here in the black waters of the subconscious where the Gods and Spirits can be found in direct form, and contacted, beneath the interference of our surface thoughts which dominate our everyday life. This is from where the serpent sings its song.
Crystal Tower by Mon Macairap
It was in one of these states where I first met Him, the Horned God of the Pagan Path, known by many, many names. A sympathy with Lucifer had come natural to me, the adversary changed to teacher, the lies of the patriarchal sun cults rejected in favour of simply listening, learning, and striving. This began as a purely symbolic association, and cerebral recognition in sympathy, not a religious or spiritual relation. As a Nihilist Atheist , I felt I had no capacity for such insights and doubted their existence and veracity.
One night I had fallen asleep as usual, expecting the same surface dreams, and instead was presented with a vast, vista as far as the eye could see. An ice covered, frostbitten and glacial landscape, dominating my vision from which large, ice protrusions sprung forth like clawing fingers.
Beside me he stood, his first appearance shocking in its vividness as full lucid awareness took hold, appearing as a large, bipedal black goat of striking appearance, his eyes burning like hot coals. In a commanding and deep voice, he instructed me to follow him, across the wastes. I followed, turning my head to see where he was taking me in the distance seeing a large, ivory coloured tower that had previously gone unseen, which dominated the valley i found myself in. The sky above was black, unnaturally so, a ebony lake without stars and the entire landscape was infused by an unnatural white light seemingly originating from below the surface.
After what seemed like hours following this manifestation, lamp in hand, we reached the base of the tower. A long flight of steps ascended towards an arched entrance-way bereft of a door, and the entire structure seemed to be carved out of ice. Mist swirled around its base, slowly spiralling skywards.
He entered in front of me, into a large chamber support by pillars. To the far side stood the statue of an Angel, its wings snapped off pointing towards the ceiling. The whole area was bathed in a bright, azure light. Looking up, I could see that the stairs continued into a spiral, the whole construction rising up well beyond my sight.
I was beckoned to follow along. Slowly we ascended, step by step, each footstep great effort as time went on, the climb seemingly without end. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the top, and entered into the top of the tower. Orthogonal in shape, a chill wind swept through the eight open windows of the tower, whipping up snow, and ice particles which littered the floor. Four lamp stands lay frozen on the floor, surrounding what looked like to be a flat, table of stone, upon which figure lay still.
The woman, unearthly beautiful, to all observations appeared dead. Skin blue with cold hung to an emaciated frame, and white hair fell from the edges of the table like waves frozen mid movement. It was then the spirit that identified itself as Lucifer spoke to me, slowly directly into my soul. His voice reverberated through my very being, like the cracking of stone and rumbling of earth.
“This is the Tower of the Crossroads. The energies of the ALL cross and enter here through the fabric of the soul. Without awaking the asura, you will not be able to connect to the Goddess of All. You have only two choices. Reject this path, and remain incomplete, and on the path to your own self imposed destruction, or accept it and receive the empowerments of the Goddess”
Moving towards the slab the sound of the stone seemed to reverberate, echoing from wall to wall. Even as I began to approach, a rising wave of sound of a harmonic and disharmonic nature seemed to fill the echo chamber of a room. A whole assortment of colours began to flood the eyes, even as I laid my hand upon the figures chest. At the moment of touch, the figures eyes opened to reveal dark orbs, in which purple energies swirled like fractal whirlpools. The entire scene exploded in light, and the dark sky was overtaken by an aurora of staggering magnitude. As the figure of Lucifer placed his hands upon my shoulders, I awoke.
From that point on the relationship with Lucifer was cemented and the connection with the Goddess first formed. Gnosis and direction intrinsically entered the waking and unconscious mind, invigorating and strengthening me. Overnight I had connected to something on an emotional and spiritual level which denied the action of being put into words, a fire which lit the body and slithered through the blood.’
Ice Angel, Unknown
I end this piece with the final paragraph of the essay itself, as it encapsulates the result of true inner planes initiation in a simple and succinct way.
‘The cognitive dissonance created by the lies of man and culture begin to fall away, and the snake shedding its skin finds it’s way back to the ocean of ancestral memory. Instead of drowning it realises its true nature, that of its ability to swim allowing it to experience an entire new spectrum of being. It slides into the waters, ripples lost amongst the waves in silence. From beneath the surface a multitude of voices rise from the deep but one in particular makes itself clear, the voice of the mother of the sea calling her kind to her to be united as ONE.’
Ave Hecate,
Empress of Hell, Heaven and Earth,
Ave Lucifer,
Emperor of Red, Black and White,
We thank you for the True Initiation,
Upon the Path of the Wise,
On this Dark Witch Night,
Forever may we Walk,
Embraced in Your Shadow and Light
The Luciferian Revolution 
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