update goetia

Posted in Goetia Working with tags , , , , on 10/05/2023 by Keona-Mlh

I have gotten some new material, grabbed some older books and pulling out some cleansings and dark meditations I will be performing for the working. I have done a 180 but it is amazing.

Since I have the first 6 meditation candles ready it will be easy to modify them and make them larger. I have the Daemon boxes set up and will be working on their inscriptions in a few months.

I am calling my personal 4 to oversea the workings, in addition to working with the 4 kings and calling upon them once their workings are finished to dive into the first Daemon. Now I was going to do it in order but I have a few ways I want to break them down. I could do elementals first, or chakras, or alphabetical, or i can even just go by what they rule. I can do emotions, or a number of other things.

I am also on the lookout for poison to add to my workings, but I don’t think i will be able to find what I am looking for. But I will continue to check it out. I can probably ask my brother because he has nightshade growing in his backyard.

I will be doing some sketching and more workings to get more of the feel I am going for. I few new books dropped into my lap so I will be reading those and most likely pulling from them for my workings.

My Heart

Posted in Writings with tags , on 10/02/2023 by Keona-Mlh

A Mother’s Embrace

The bloodlust.

The nights are dark.

They wrap around me in velvet layers.

Only the tips of wings show.

I can still taste her on my lips.

The deep entrapment of sweet love is still swirling through my veins.

Walking through the night is a lovely way to meet her again.

The soft flesh which my fangs pierced.

The flood of pure sweet blood ravishing my mouth.

Trying not to spill a drop, amazed at how good it feels.

The addiction is strong.

The limpness of her body as she submits to my will.

The caress of her hands on my back, hanging on to my wings for dear life.

There has never been one as sweet as you.

I will find you again.

I will never let you go.

There are times when I walk with her at night, and that is how I feel when I am her and she is me, and we travel together.  I feel her beside me. Holding me, caressing me. Making sure that I know who I am as a Woman, A Vampire, and a Child of Darkness. There are times when I never want to let her go.

I cleanse myself in Lemongrass and Sandalwood soap. I shampoo my hair, all being extremely clean and refreshed. Washing away the mundane filth of the day. I step out the shower and I do not dry. I walk straight to the altar. I light my two black candles on the side, spark up some Dragon’s blood and Myrrh, light the 9 small tea light candles and wash myself over with s sage smudge. No one outside of Mother can get to me now. I offer blood on the glass black rose I have for her. Watching the blood fall between the unmoving petals, look like a dance of the divine that I have in me. It comes to a point where it should drip off. But it just stays there. Holding itself. Floating on the wind. Waiting. Just waiting.

The circle is cast, banishing of unwanted entities are done. I proceed by calling your name. Softly at first…slowly increasing into a rhythm that rocks me back and forth, makes me head spin and my vision cloud. With every formation of your names, I feel my body being wrapped up by the blanket of the Succubus, the Woman that has watched over me, guided me and molded me into what I am today. I feel the demons of the night reaching up, caressing my feet, legs, thighs, butt, stomach and stopping short of my breasts.

I let Lilith’s invocation spill forth from my lips. Letting the imagery fill my mouth, drip down my chin and onto my breast. She is behind me. I feel the nails raking against my back. From above, the darkness covers my head, my eyes, my mouth, my neck, and my breast, all in case in darkness. I am fully in her embrace. I am fully her. I fall into a deep trance. Dancing with Mother for what seems like an eternity. I do not want to leave; I do not want to part ways with her. She offers me comfort in my time of need. She offers me love as a mother does. We have our fights…I am her child…and after a few punishments she explains why, and assures me, it is only for my betterment. For her I am eternally grateful. We will never leave one another. No matter the fights. She is there for me, and I her. We are twins and I am birthed of her. When I look around I she her scent trailing around me. I can see her everywhere in the ritual space. I can smell her; I can taste her divine essence.

I sink into her chest, and watch as she engulfs my body into her world. The shapes of beings that are familiar to me, rush by un a flash. All I can see is the whiteness of her skin, the redness of her full lips, and the inky black of her hair whipping around me. I wake drenched in sweat, heart racing. Whenever I am with Mother in her realm I wake smelling of fresh dirt, the iron of blood, the stench of sulfur. I smell of travels taken and long forgotten. A scent that is never-ending, and all welcoming. The blood on the glass rose, is now gone. It always amazes me, how I interact with her, and vice versa. Did the blood really leave the rose, or did it just dry. No, it is gone, like it always is when I coat it with my serum. There is no drop on my altar. I raise the goblet and drink to her, of her. She enjoys the Angelica root tea I make for her as an offering. Something that has been recent but subtly asked for. When I drink from the goblet that I have her drink in, I feel myself connecting to her once again, becoming her for an instant. Our minds merge, I can see myself in her, the smoothness of her hands, the sharpness of her nails, the bloodlust she has raging through her, her ability to be all and nothing, everywhere and nowhere, here and there.  I let the candles burn themselves out. Light more incense so I can feel her presence for a little more, listen to some music so I can vibe with her more. The music is rthymic, deep, and soulful. It comes from deep within, the woman’s voice starts up and tears come down my face.

I will not be ashamed

I will not go mad

You cannot break me

You can try all you want

We are equally matched

You are realizing this more and more

You birthed your twin

I represent you when you were weak

Yet I can keep the softness

And blend it with my strength

You cannot break me

I will not let you

In those moments I feel like she is breaking me, but she isn’t. She’s building me up, and it is brutal and painful, but done out of love for her Daughter. Something that needs to be every decade or so it seems.

My time with Mother is very special and important to me. It is always a cleansing that touches me from deep within my soul. When our time is coming to an end, I remember the parting kiss Lilitu laid upon my forehead, before I retire from my journey. Cold, but full of fire, loving and stern.

A mother’s love is strong. No matter what.

I am a child of Lilith.

As her child,

I honor her daily.

In every Aspect of my life,

When I am in need

She is there.

When I am lost

She is the light to guide my way.

I represent the sensuality that is Lilith.

I am the Succubus that is feared yet wanted.

I am the Incubus that is loved, yet yearned.

I am the child of the Great Goddess Lilith.

The Owl,

The Vampire,

Mother of All.

She knows who is true.

She knows who is real.

She is not to be played with.

I am a child of Lilith

Brought into being

Celebrating her, right here

~© Kai’Nathera

A Love Poem

Posted in Writings on 10/02/2023 by Keona-Mlh
A True Child of Satan

I am his child. I am one with the power that I have rightfully earned and worked hard for. I have been granted these powers because I can hold my own. Yeah, shit happens in the mundane world…but hey…we are part human we can’t all have it our way. But you are going to regret every fucking thing you have done to me. I will make your life a living hell. You thought you had problems now. I will be everywhere and nowhere. I will make sure you NEVER get a moments rest. You cannot block me; you cannot bind me; you cannot run from me.

I will caress your skin as it hangs from your face, I will kiss those lips while they are dangling from the pliers. I will relish in the screams of pain as I lap up the victor of your sweet thick blood. I will fuck you with a tire iron…massage you with razor blades, set you on fire….and then hold you till you cease to exist. You are forever mine. For me to do what I want with.

Never underestimate me. My family is strong, my will is indestructible, and I have a crew of bad mutha fuckas who will ride with me. You will never be able to leave me. I will forever hold you in my arms…when your head gets to heavy, I will nail it to the wall…so I can look up to you one last time…while driving a stake through your mouth and ripping apart your insides and snatching them out of your ass.

I love you with all my being…and hate you with all my power. You cannot run. O don’t try. I will ALWAYS find you. My people will always find you.

Will you stay…. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!

Yspnixuss aka Rev Keona

A love poem

Happy Mabon

Posted in Rituals and Workings with tags , , , on 09/24/2023 by Keona-Mlh

It has been a wonderful Sabbat. I hope everyone enjoyed theirs. Life last time I spent it at the Brotherhood of Satan National Office with a shit load of new members and it has been an amazing experience.

From other organizations and from all across the states. We had since very good energy, good workshops, and amazing rituals.

Hopefully we will see more people, true practitioners of their craft joining us for celebrating and unity.

Much needed break

Posted in Rituals and Workings on 07/28/2023 by Keona-Mlh

So I took an unexpected trip to Maine with my mother and the air and water is going me good.

There are times when we need to just up and leave, telling family so they won’t think you are missing off course, and do a hard reset.

I think this test will only improve the quality of my ritual work, give me a deeper connection and open my mind even more than what it is. You be surrogate how nature affects us as occultists. We need to fully connect to be present.

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