Trouble with Inklings:

Last night I had several dreams within dreams.

In the first one, I was at The House....The House can show up anywhere and is a mixture of my aunt's house, my home in MD, and the first home we lived in when my parents moved me to this state. All three homes were haunted IRL and twist together to act as the backdrop for whatever story my Dreaming wishes to weave.

It's like, my own personal Rose Red.

My Incubus was there, but he was keeping his distance. He's been acting squirrely since I began feeding on the dreams of others, and I'm not sure why. Maybe either out of some professional courtesy or because he's unsure of me now, so instead of lavishing me with some awesome dream-fornication, he just skulks around in the shadows, acting out the part of my own, personal Cheshire Cat....who, on occasion, gives me mind-blowing orgasms while in the form of Paul Giamatti. Yes, even at his sweetest, my Incubus is a extremely sick bastard with a endlessly twisted sense of humor.

In the dream, I suddenly began bleeding from my eyes, mouth and lower orifices. My family took me to the hospital and that's when I realized that my Father was there, so I knew it was a dream and woke up. Except I woke up in the hospital with even more bleeding and a doctor telling me that I was dying and had a 1% chance at recovery. Since I already knew I was dreaming I just projected myself out of it.

Suddenly I'm in a tour bus, except it's more like an RV the size of a train with several connecting compartments. I was there on a tacky sofa with the Incubus sitting beside me and across from us was Sylvester Stallone, who was surrounded by a group of his guy friends and a gaggle of nymphets.

We were watching a porno on a small TV at the front of the "room". It was one of those nasty, low-budget flicks that makes you want to take a shower afterwards just because of how skeezy everything looks. Turns out that Sylvester Stallone was in it, and he starts explaining to me that since he started out in porn, and is now planning to retire, that he figured he would go out with the same bang.

He was saying something else when I realized that the tacky porno with it's copious amounts of bodily fluids being flung all about to such an extent that it would have put an army of Super Soakers to shame, had been shot in the very room I was now located in, with most of the extra oozey secretions being deposited on the couch I was sitting on. Revolted I jumped up and ran out of the cabin, only to enter another cabin which had been set up as a tattoo pallor. The old man doing the ink offered me one for free, if I would listen to his story, which I was forced to turn down after seeing how filthy his work station was.

There was more to the dream after that, but I don't really recall at the moment. I'm pretty sure that it was just more inane symbolism, and pesky spectral annoyances.

The only real interest for me throughout this whole thing was having the Incubus constantly following me. The last time I saw him in my Dreaming, he physically attacked me, which is something that has never happened before.

If he attempts to attack me again, then I'm putting him down. Nobody likes a feral Incubus.

Träumst du mit mir heut Nacht?

Fanatical Erks:

The more I'm exposed to Theistic Satanists, the more insulted I begin to feel over all of the times I was called a Devil Worshiper when I was younger.

Dear Gods.....if I have to read one more stupid-ass post that ends with HAIL SATAN!!!! then I swear that my palm will end up permanently fused to my face.

Do You Speak It?

Asmodae:

The power of an Asmodae (Incubae/Succubae) lies within our ability to enthrall and seduce our prey. While some of us are drawn to the thrill of the hunt, that does not prohibit us from also seeking out and possessing our very own pampered little pets to play with, and feed from, whenever and however we desire.

For what is seduction after all? But another form of manipulation.

I am a scheming Dreamer, Shadow Dancer, and Morphévore.

I am the Nightmare which rides you.

Official Asmodae Sigil:

Many a year ago, my twisted, adolescent mind thought it was very strange how there were no actual words to described both Incubae and Succubae, as while they are different genders, and usually possess different abilities, they are still the same species, more or less.

So for years I wracked my brain, determined to find a term which would unify and combine the two into one. I gave some consideration to "sin-eater" for a while, but didn't like the idea of utilizing the term "sin", as I do not personally believe in such nonsense, so it's impossible for me to take anything connected to the concept seriously. I also discovered, during my extensive research on the subject, that there was an actual human practice of sin-eating where a chosen person, the "sin-eater", would eat food from the body of a recently deceased person, therefore taking their sins into them. This was apparently a big thing in Scotland and Wales a while back, although the book I read on the subject was centered around the Appalachian mountains. While this might sound like a worthy cause for a person to undertake, from my understanding, they were pretty much treated like a pariah by the rest of their village, which is pretty damn atrocious when you stop and think about it.

I finally decided to settle on a variant of Asmodeus, as he is one of the Seven Princes of Hell, and each Prince rules over a deadly sin. Asmodeus just so happens to be the Demon Prince of Lust.

 Anything connected to Billy Drago is automatically awesome!

(He played Asmodeus in the 2005 low-budget horror film, Demon Hunter.

Which is only worth watching because he is in it.)

This guy also played Asmodeus in the highly underrated 2007 Australian film, Gabriel. 

But he doesn't come off as being evil, just narassistic and annoying. 

Since I pluralize Succubus and Incubus with an "ae" instead of the usual "i", I figured that I'd go with Asmodae, which was perfect until Aion's released 4 years back and I discovered that Asmodae was the name of one of their main cities within the game. But......since that has nothing to do with me, sex-feeders, or my writings, and I've yet to find any actual copyright claims on the term, I figure that I'll stick with it. I mean, I did think of it first.

So Asmodae tends to be what I use whenever speaking about Succubae and/or Incubae in the Occult communities, which almost always results in some hilariously weird looks, even after I try to explain the reasoning behind my useage of it. (I get the same reaction when I tell people I'm a Warlock.)
 
At any rate, I recently decided that it was time to create a sigil for the Asmodae, as all entities should have their own species/clan/racial symbols.

The sigil at the top of this post is what I came up with. It's nothing fancy, but it incorporates everything I wished to put into it. Besides, I'm a writer, not an artist, and there's only so much I can do with Microsoft Paint.

The actual sigil for Asmodeus, which is shown to the right of the page here, isn't that much fancier.

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Funny little tidbit: In my writings, the term Asmodae is limited to those who are not bound to the Dreaming. The Incubae and Succubae who live within the Dreaming are known as something else.....which I'm not giving away just yet.

Yeah, I'm a total tease like that, but hey! It's part of my books, I'd like to keep some of my terminology a mystery.

Stick to rolling dice, because your casting sucks!

I believe that human beings, even those who are completely normal, without any type of spiritual enhancements or minions, can achieve great feats of metaphysical strength on the power of their will alone.

Yes, training does count for something, as all knowledge is power, but that doesn't mean that someone can't just stumble into the craft, and eventually learn enough on their own to be a force to be reckoned with.

My own beginnings were void of any Occult information, or elders. I gleaned what I could from movies and old books on various superstitions and the history of the Inquisition, because that is all I had access too, and yet I still managed to get the job done more often than not. Hell, my very first spell was a replica of a Poppet construction I'd seen on the movie The Witches of Eastwick.

Now, one thing that I have always held very firm, to myself, is discretion. There are several reasons for this, mainly that bragging is tacky and there's not a higher power out there that favors hubris. I also hold the belief that if I talk about some of my abilities, that I will lose them. When it comes to regular hexing, it's simply a matter of the person's own skepticism building a even stronger shield around them, making the effort to meddle in their lives no longer worth it.

Although, I have mentioned before that I believe the same scenario could be applied to others, and without even sending a negative through their way, that their own superstition, paranoia and fear will cause their downfall.

Both cases are true, it just depends on the mindset of the target.

I have been recently struggling to find an active Occult community, in which I might discuss my Craft with peers, but unfortunately, the only serious one I know of has pretty much died out, which I am particularly responsible for as I don't post there as much anymore either, so all I am stuck with are.......I'm not even sure what to call them. Playgan doesn't really fit, because these people take their Occult shenanigans so seriously that one could never find fault in their dedication. They are simply outlandish in their claims.

Now, like I said, I'm sure that someone could cause some hardcore damage to another person's life, and as the Sibyl of a Primordial, I know that it is possible to blend a human's nature with that of a higher powers, but sometimes, the bullshit is so thick that even I can't buy into it, and I believe in the Loch Ness Monster.

I do try to be tolerant, and almost never call anyone out on their obviously moronic claims, but when I actually witness a person claiming that they crippled and murdered others through their soul binding with one of Satan's top generals, especially when this same person supposedly summoned demons to destroy me over two years ago, I just can't help myself, because the repetitive fabrications are just way too hilarious. I can't NOT pick on them for it.

The really sad thing is, I've been picking on the same people for years now and it still hasn't sunken in that I'm talking about them, even when I'm using their full names!

Attention Theistic Satanists and Vampires: You are NOT this guy!

Or this guy.

Not even close.

Hell, you can't even compare to Charlie Sheen.

Please, just give it up already, because you are embarrassing yourselves, and the only people who are impressed with your silly boosting are those who are even dumber and more gullible than you are.