In to the darkness part 1 - Sex Stories

In to the darkness part 1

Into the darkness As I sit here with the flames reflecting all around the room bathing everything in a primal glow. My eyes reflecting black and red. I stare into my good whisky and remember where it all began. The things I have seen and learned through my calling, the art as we like to call it. I became a goetic shaman and subsequently a master of my art through dedication and above all else the guidance of another. Like all good stories it began with a woman. I was 19, fresh out of law school and struggling. I had finished my degree but had real difficulties finding a job. I ended up in a crappy minimum wage job doing 40+ hours a week for peanuts. Barely paying the bills and just in general hating life. I was so frustrated. I spent years getting to that point, passing up on nights out, wild party's and all that my young student self lived for. Yes there were women and there was sex but I was completely tired of this world. Everyone was doing better than me or that is how I saw it. At uni you were promised the world only to discover that the rich and privileged had a monopoly on happiness. Without those "friends" you were effectively screwed. One night I was watching TV. It was some crap about angels and demons. A thought occurred to me. I wonder if books on demons actually exist? I mean the ideas must have come from somewhere. I searched online and found the word goetia kept coming up. I was intrigued and in the end ordered a copy of aelester cowleys lemegeton and in my ...

... desperation I decided I wanted to give it a try. I did some more research, looked up a few things then decided on one of the demons to summon. One that looked helpful. I focused on amon and did everything that the book said but I was left wondering is that it. Nothing happened. Just a flicker of a candle. How would I know if it worked? I had asked to find a good job and to earn real money but how would I know? Was I just imagining things? Was I really so naive? Expecting something to actually happen. I had carried out the ritual commanding fealty and clearly stating my intentions. I cast his sigil and protection seals as the book dictated. I used the summoning words as instructed. I guessed that the rest was up to the universe. I can't help but smile now, brought back to the present by the crackle of the fire, the images dancing in the flames. Faces, forms and places all twisting and shifting in front of my very eyes. How many of our ancestors huddled in a cave looking into the flames looking for answers but I digress. I clip then light a cuban cigar and watch the smoke drift upwards. This house is so quiet when everyone is asleep. The smoke lingers in the air like a sweet incense with dancing swirls floating in the air above my head. I hear the whispers of my not too distant memories calling back to me. After my quite pitiful summoning attempt it wasn't for another few weeks that she came to me. Not amon but rather my mum's friend Nikki. She was my mum's boss and best friend ...