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Turning over the Wrong Rock : An Encounter with Chimera

Posted in Occultism, The Path of Flames with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2018 by Sypheara

This is a post that i’ve been mulling over making, as it pertains to a developing situation within my own work that has come as both a surprise and tangent to the where i’ve been progressing. I’ve come to conclude that the resultant story around this however would serve to illustrate the rich otherworld one can encounter when doing this work as well as again, the danger that it inevitably brings. For working witchcraft brings all sorts of attention – both good, and bad.

Those who have read my previous posts will remember me describing the mirror world – that strange place that for me is the shamanic ‘place apart’, the crossroads between the ascent, or descent, of the trees. Somewhere the world soul is immediately manifest, and something that I feel the term ‘astral’ is not specific enough to describe.

Recent incursions into this place have been frequent, even when unsought for, in dream states as I have worked mostly passively to integrate the energies unleashed from the first part of the work with Lucifers Stellar Gate. Many have been the usual shamanic adventures, with exploration and integration as a key theme but little actually in the way of danger.

However one recent encounter in this place has driven home to me how risky this place can legitimately be, as well as how many things can hide in both plain sight both here and on the physical until they make their ‘move’.

For weeks leading up to the following ‘incident’, all was not well. Although moving into a new house several months ago, and the place having an amazing atmosphere, occasionally something would feel amiss. It felt as if a presence, alien to the environment,was in the house. It felt incredibly black, oppressive, and ancient. Some nights it felt as if it was stalking the place – always remaining just out of sight, but always ever present on the boundaries of full awareness when it made its appearance. At times it became an almost physical thing – one felt that, going into certain rooms, one would be confronted with something Else, in full manifestation, ready to commence an assault.

Make Lovecraft, Not War, by Daniel Bystedt

All initial attempts to discern what this thing was failed, as if it was shielding itself. Part of me wondered if this entity was perhaps an entity sent by the Gods to test, or to teach, but something about it felt entirely off.  One night in particular was bad, where the power of this thing in one of its visits was so crushingly black, one was almost too terrified to even breathe as the level of threat this entity was emanating was so utterly powerful and pervasive.

On a different night it all came to a head. I had gone to sleep, and had entered the Mirror World as usual. Whilst attempting to navigate after an extensive exploration session, I realised I had strangely become lost. One of the defining characteristics of this plane, being a mirror of the world soul, is that it has taken on fragments of our own, industrialised world such has been our immense impact upon it. As such, I had been attempting to move around using a train network – to navigate from one, hollow city to another, in an attempt to retrace my steps and return to the physical plane.

However, regardless of what I tried I always either ended up in the same spot, or slightly further away from my intended destination. No amount of focused will, or other tricks, could seemingly get me back on the path. It became obvious that someone, or rather something, was interfering.

Resolving to try something novel, I decided that moving towards the determined direction of the interference thus  going with the flow and confronting whatever it is, would be the quickest way to get ‘out’ and back.

In doing so, I boarded a train that took me away from the Hollow Cities. It chugged its way along the track painfully slowly, and my fellow passengers, various strange humanoids merged with various animal forms, paid little attention to my presence. Tarmac turn to scrubby, industrial wasteland, which in turn gave way to grassy plain. After what seemed like a forever, but was likely a very short time considering the amount of time distortion experienced in this place, the train entered a woodland area which slowly gave way to a boggy, misty, marsh. The train got slower and slower, and I realised it was sinking into the mire. Nobody seemed bothered as the train melted away into the murky water, leaving me alone knee deep and without a clear idea as to where I was.

Train tracks by Calimero

Instinctively I tried to follow the track, but soon the fog and mist got thicker, until it was almost like moving through a liquid. Any sight of the track was soon lost, and I became distinctly aware I was not alone. That same, oppressive feeling, felt in the physical world, returned, and it was located somewhere up ahead.

Slowly, and snakelike, spectral hands slithered out of fog into view. The pale skin was corpse like, and the fingers long and bony ending with long, protruding nails. Behind them long arms, bereft of a body, trailed out of a view. They came towards me slowly, before enveloping my form and sliding, sickly sensual, along my flesh.

I admit, i initially tried to deny the sense of danger. Firstly I called out, asking if it was a dream daemon that I work with. No reply came. I asked if it was another spirit i often work with, again in vain, however this time I did get a reply. A hollow, deep and guttural, almost insect like laugh emanated in front of me and the fog began to part.

There I saw a horrific monster. On the ends of these arms was something almost indescribable – the Thing seemed to be like a mass of arterial matter – the main trunk made of our two, thick tendrils which seemingly stood upon writhing mass of maggot like appendages, and its ‘head’ appeared like a fleshy venus fly trap. Out of this a single eye upon a long, sinuous tongue like protrusion observed me coldly. Three cancerous growths, like horns, protruded from it, weeping puss. The arms searching outwards from its central mass – looking like they had been spliced or glued onto the main body which was an entirely direct colour and texture; The texture and colour of inflamed and infectious flesh.

With a horrific voice that sounded like thousands of hard body insects being diced in a blender, mixed with shards of broken glass, this creature only said one thing to me which I barely recall, perhaps incorrectly.


With this, a shockwave of black, suffocating malefic energy flowed outwards from it and over my own form. I cannot really explain what happened next except to say it happened intrinsically. Staring the creature down, I reached inside my own travelling body, which at this point was a mere shadow copy of my physical one, and pulled out something from within. This was a bronze framed, transparent pyramid in which a small, orange bird slept. This pyramid radiated such a pure, solar fire that I immediately recognised as Lucifers, and where it touched, the searching shadows were unable to penetrate.

I placed the pyramid in between me and the creature and the bird, within stirred. I can see it clearly now remembering this, and marvel at the long, magnificent tail feathers – a stunning phoenix if there ever was one. I remember I lifted it the pyramid high, and with clear voice, I called upon my attacker to give its name and submit. It refused, attempting to again intensify its current. It was then than I called upon all the names of the Power of Lucifer with his synchronomicon. This appeared to work, as the light around me roared with brilliance and I was surrounded by a blazing fire of the most intense of energies. The malefic wave was stopped dead in its tracks, inverting upon itself as if scoured away. This light poured forth over the thing before me, which writhed as if it was being squashed under some immense weight bearing down upon it. It was then I realised i was screaming, and that the phoenix and monster were also howling with the intense amount of energy flowing through us. The word that was formed by this crescendo and energy was the creatures true name.

Phoenix, Unknown

With that I woke up with a start, the link severed, rolling out of bed onto the floor with a sharp start and full of empyrean energy of the most brilliant sort. The whole physical seemed to glow with colour as I managed to re-orientate myself back fully with my physical flesh. A sigil was overlain on my vision, and I committed it immediately to record along with the received name, knowing how important they would be to retain a handle on the situation.

This afterglow didn’t subside for several days after this encounter. With the name and sigil of the offending spirit now mine, the power of it to come and go as it pleased seemed incredibly dulled. Whilst it made an appearance once or twice near the vicinity of the work, it was almost difficult to identify due to the much reduced presence it seemingly had upon its surroundings, almost as if it, now, was terrified of making its full presence known in case ‘consequences’ were brought upon it.

For a brief time it radiated its presence from the background when it could. Its energy added to the general malefic air at the time, as my region was gridlocked by unusually heavy snowfall from blackened skies. This malefic energy seeped into my environment – my house suffered damage, and one of my incarnate familiars died choking in my arms days after. This was a storm that just had to be weathered – the thing had obviously chosen this time to make its full power felt, when my guard was relatively down, and had failed in its attack. The energy given by Lucifer, as well as a bit of mental centring, was enough to get through this period albeit not unscarred as my mental state still is returning to background levels of normality.

Over time, gnosis has been received as to the nature of the entity. It is old, very old, and was likely something (or someone) incarnate. The reason for its appearance, and the reason i have categorised it as chimera, is because it incorporates victims subtle bodies into itself as part of its feeding process. Therefore it is not a singular entity but more a parasitic puppet master, breaking down its victims slowly over time whilst putting them to sufficient ‘use’ via their component parts.

I have decided that this entity will be bound to the temple space, and used to guard the indoor temple and land here. In future, in may be moved to an outdoor temple space to protect that area. I feel unsafe in letting it roam ‘free’ far from me, due to the severe risk it poses to others. But at the same time, if it is to be kept close, it must be controlled sensibly and put to constructive use.

More than the above has been given or clarified but I do not feel prudent to share it, nor the method for its binding which I am still exploring. I feel that such entities pose a legitimate threat to those that run into them and share the above to detail an encounter with something dangerous as both an interesting story, and a warning for those who travel in this realm to watch themselves and take adequate precautions. Sensible precautions would be strengthening the subtle bodies via sexual possession with the Witch Gods, as well as regular devotionals, which provide a good level of conditioning.

May the Witchgods bless and protect those of you who journey forth into these realms, and if all else fails, may Hecates torches and Lucifers Phoenix show you the way back unscathed.

Ave Lucifer,
Lord of Light,
Beautiful Phoenix King,
Through whose Power
All Shell and Parasites

A Step Out of Phase: The Mirrorworld

Posted in Occultism, Other with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 17, 2017 by Sypheara

Before we get to it, an update! So I have finallymanaged to move into my new house, and have set up an extremely basic altar consisting of both familial dolls and the central fetish piece in the new ritual room. Over the coming months, I hope to evolve this up into a new, fully seated indoor temple with correct spaces for all of the four witch gods. This includes Sepheranz, who up to this point I have never had a dedicated space for. I know that Sepheranz is particular requests this of people – no single shared altar is really fitting for Sepheranz. Im looking forward to explore my innate link to her and her more esoteric aspects that are suitable for myself in the coming months ahead. An altar to the Lord of the Dark Star is also under consideration, as well as a place at the west for the Ivory Spider.  This will allow the correct energetic space to pursue the opening of Lucifers Stellar Gate, an important pillar to begin the third of the phases of opening Belials Stargate in the flesh and soul. I am also preparing something for a local group, with the help of another Hecatian Witch for the Sabbat, so times are pretty busy here!

This post is actually one I’ve been meaning to put up for awhile now, and it addresses what I simply call the ‘Mirrorworld’. In many different occult texts, you will see many different diagrams, theories, arrangements for the differing realms that surround and penetrate our own, thus making up the All. These often come with many interchangeable and confusing terms which often don’t seemingly relate to our own experience as occultists and witches.

So far, working with the Witch Gods, the Trees have proven a very useful and valid map for exploring both the Nightside and Dayside realms which make up our own Universe. However, one of the more interesting realms, by far the most visited one for me, is the one mentioned above, the Mirror World.

This realm seems to be the closest to our own – being just one small slip or step out of phase with it, best accessed through the Dreaming Gates. From my experience, this Mirror Realm acts almost as a film that surrounds Malkuth/Nahemoth, and from here the tunnels seem to connect to the realms known as Yesod / Lilith through chthonic or lunar paths that are revealed. It is a strange in between place, that is both aerial and chthonic at the same time and for me acts as a primary point of ingress to the Other.

I call it the mirror world or mirror realm because simply, the place appears as a flip side to our material world, looking as if it has been run through a harsh grayscale or colour desaturation filter, and literally abounds in some places with many, mirrored surfaces as reflections in all materials seem heavily amplified. The nearest term I can find that matches this is Etheric Plane, but it is so inadequate as a term and misleading due to its etymology that I do not describe it as such. The areas within this realm as usually counterparts of their real ones, although usually more structured, devoid of many details and with many areas smoothed or minimalised.

Hall of Mirrors, Harold Davis

Sound, light and weather within this realm depend on the region. Some places have no sound whatsoever, as if every surface was made up of some sound swallowing material. Everywhere else the sound is almost muted, as if coming from a point underwater. Light also varies – some areas are harshly contrasted, as if you are standing somewhere without an atmosphere whilst still being recognisably on ‘earth’. Other areas are lit as if by an unseen, non existent light source which hits all surfaces equally removing all shadows.  Weather also varies – from raining downwards, raining upwards, to raining shards of glass or other objects. and usually areas are windless. The sky is either completely clear and cloudless or everywhere is covered in a dark, thick white mist like something out of, for lack of a better description to fall back on fictional examples,  Silent Hill or Stranger Things.

The sun is never observable in the sky here – attempting to look for it seems to never succeed – the moon is always there, and appears as either one of three archetypes. White, and bleeding a strange, clear liquid. An ominous, black ball surrounded by fire like an eclipse. Or lastly, dark earth like red, weeping blood.

Vegetation in this place is always autumnal colours, or otherwise of dark foliage. Trees in the main are leafless, although some evergreens still stand twisted and gnarled.  The temperature of the entire realm seems to be lukewarm – only once did a temperature change occur when I was here, plummeting rapidly caused by one of the strange inhabitants that lives in this place.

Photographer unknown

The beings that reside here are strange indeed. The most obvious inhabitants are the human and animal dead – this in between place seems especially the home of some of these lost souls. Once I remember walking in a deserted city, the sky harsh white, each buildings glittering surface almost painful to look at. There i came across an old lady, who seemed distressed. I remember trying to calm her, but all she could do was protest over and over again, saying she was looking for something, this something I got the impression strangely, was a red balloon. She paid little attention to me, until she eventually looked at me with glazed over eyes and simply stated ‘Young people these days just don’t understand’ before she vanished in a cloud of dust from a wind that never existed.

Other inhabitants seem to be like something that has walked straight out of a Guillermo Del Toro movie, an assortment of various forgotten folk spirits that make up the weird menagerie that regular roams around this place. Few are threatening, most are strangle and bizarrely welcoming in nature. Vehicles are seemingly also mirrored in this realm – the spirits sometimes utilising them in strangely human like fashion to get from place to place. Angels with broken wings wander lost amongst these strange ruin like areas, and in the forest strange fae like creatures build dwellings with broken bricks and other detritus they’ve managed to scavenge. A lost traveller asking these entities to direct them will usually find themselves taken on an adventure that whilst illuminating in some manner, usually leaves them ever more lost. Sometimes valuable information can be found here off these entities which seem to have a capacity to see into the past, present and future. Some of them will actively come forward, guided by the Gods, to impart gnosis to the seeker who walks these realms.

Unknown work, Brian Froud

The overall feeling of the place is a neutral one. Some areas are more sinister than others, some are incredibly bright and strangely ‘vibrant’, as far as a place lacking strong or any colour can be. Just as some places are much more dangerous in our world, and others are very safe, so are the corners of this strange world. It is a place where it is incredibly easy to wander off the beaten track… whatever you encounter, the only thing you know is that its unlikely you’ll have come across it before..

Elements of the mirror world seem to remain static. However, sometimes, huge areas seem to change and morph, sometimes becoming quite incongruous with its counterpart on the physical, distorting into a more surreal landscape. As such, its important that the fact the realm is in a state of flux  is kept firmly in mind so that one does not becoming disorientated on travelling here.

At this point, I think many readers will be asking what makes this different from other kinds of dreamscape. One is ironically compared to the above point, is a strange consistency.  Despite changing environments, the general characteristics as described above hold continuously between penetrations to this realm. Secondly,  unlike a standard dreamscape, all visits to this place are generally incredibly lucid, with sounds, smells, even tastes vividly remembered if the transit here is of sufficient strength. Yet this place lacks the sheer raw energy or power which when encountered radiates over the traveller in other astral realms of the tree which lie far beyond it. It also seems to lack any particular hierarchy, for I have never encountered any of the Gods here other than near the aforementioned tunnels. As such, it seems a ‘playground’ for a myriad of entities that match its vibrational pattern.

Thinking on it longer, I believe that this is the same shamanic realm that is often talked about by other practitioners, albeit reflecting the current world soul and the impressions we leave on this realm by our daily interactions with each other and the world around us on the physical. I am reminded of a conversation with a friend.. Maybe spirits trapped between the living and the dead wander here, waiting for their souls to be retrieved by those who are curious, brave or just plain desperate enough to try.

Shadowman, Gregory Tom

Ave Hecate,