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Valak, who is otherwise known as Volac is the 62nd spirit of the Goetia. Volac has been portrayed down the grimoire years as an angelically winged cherub riding a two-headed dragon holding serpents.

However, the sweaty old scholars didn’t quite have the image of Volac correct for a rebellious fallen angel, who rages against the doomsday cult patriarchy of the celibate Abrahamic faiths. But then, their priestly all male patriarchal fixation, has a continued liking for choir boy cherubs, to evoke amidst their closeted triangle of art imaginations.

The maverick magician John Constantine flicked through the nicotine stained pages of a book to read what Collin de Plancy had said of Volac: “He appears as a child with angel’s wings and riding on a two-headed dragon.” Constantine smiled to himself as he puffed a Camel stick, saying to himself; “yeah, right; Plancy just copied all those stories passed down by the patriarchs for hundreds of years since Rome converted to Christianity; he didn’t even deviate of a rebellion against it.”


Constantine continued further, of pondering; “even uncle Aleister fell for the trap. Oh! Yeah; I forgot, he was bisexual; that’s what really pissed off everyone at the time, as being rebelliously wicked. What a Great Beast laugh! Shit! The patriarchs were all doing it anyway, with their conjured up Angels and Demons, to be upended by, down ages. Lest we forget, we also have all those smiling Mary quite so contraries being ridden by their Incubi God and Devil of an Animus fixation, upending them as a Babalon.”

Constantine sniggered, taking another puff, remembering Luciferian Übermensch Aaron C. Donahue and his fellow cultists conjuring up Volac as a quaint alien entity out of their fluoridated Hollywood brains, lorded over by calcified pineal glands, which wasn’t at all rebellious either.

Volac was still male of a symbolic continuum, dancing around their machismo Lucifer. Something was most definitely amiss.

“It’s a bloody John the baptist’s skull and crossbones Illuminati brainwash! That’s what it is! those fucking serpents are not going to subversively indoctrinate my reptilian brainstem. They’re all New World Order Orwellian bastards, mass medicating the public water supply with a known neurotoxin; fucking criminal shit-holes. I am going to use my abilities to bring those insane serpents to task!” Constantine mumbled to himself.

Whereupon, Constantine decided to evoke Volac himself to see what would erupt forth from out of his infernal subconscious. By doing so, to determine whether he had been subversively brainwashed, which, if it was indeed the case, would most definitely piss him off. He would then have to utilise the ritual of the ‘Spirit Chain’ in order to negate the brainwashing of his own mind; that would be an exorcism pisser of a long Great Work overhaul.


He made it a point to draw Volac’s Necronomicon manifestation during an exercise of remote viewing active imagination, as he meditated upon the grimoire seal of Volac. He was quickly taken aback when Volac manifested amidst his mind’s eye as a bat winged St Trinian’s schoolgirl frequenting an infernal Hogwarts.

“Fuck me! Volac is a Succubus, looking a bit like Cassie Hack out of the frigging Hack/Slash comics I regularly whack off to. She’s a salacious Hermione Granger riding a bloodstained caduceus broomstick, sporting two Slytherin dragon heads. Kind of reminds me of the Tibetan Dakini, Kurukulla. Instantaneous associative correspondences, or what!”


Constantine smoked yet another Camel, to stave off a nervous coughing fit; while looking over his comic mandala drawn of automatism. “I have to give up these hellish Gimel’s someday; don’t do my throat any good at all, but my addicted reptilian brainstem doesn’t give a flying fuck. At least I know my reptile hasn’t been hypnotised by the subliminal neuro-advertising of the state religions. Must be because of all that alchemical whackng off I do in the prima materia bog.”

Constantine retreated to his torn up bed to slump upon, and in so doing lit up another Camel; “Kind of makes sense, really, that Volac came through as Cassie, I mean, St Trinian looking Cassie’s name is short for Cassandra who was an ancient prophetess; she had acquired her Witch ability when to have fallen asleep in a temple full of snakes. Then you have Hogwarts Hermione, which is the feminine version of the name of the ancient Greek shaman God Hermes, the Roman’s called Mercury, whose symbol is the Caduceus entwined with two snakes looking like the DNA helix.”


Constantine looked over at the flickering flame of a candle, melting upon his detectives desk; “looks like my bio-photon vision came up trumps; burning through the indoctrinated symbolic interface of the blinded ages, from a far deeper informational level of qualia. But then, the bio-photon does emanate from the mitochondrial DNA, which is passed down from the mother to her children. However the information carried by the light comes from beyond the bio-molecular, of a Holy Guardian Angel signal.”

“So, what are Volac’s powers?” Constantine asked himself so as to remind; while peering into spiraling columns of Camel smoke, in order to divine further insights. “Hmmm, let’s seer further this Volac; she, apparently tells of the positions of the planets, revealing hidden treasures, and where to find serpents. In my line of psychic detective of work, I need to know where to find those criminal serpents, Cassie would call Slashers; I’m her bad-boy Vlad, there.”


Constantine took a further draw of his Camel. “As for hidden treasures; my clients often seek out my remote viewing services in such matters; whereby Volac would be an informing asset; more so for myself, since I need the fucking finances. Then you have the planetary alignments, which are often associated with the opening up of quantum-wormhole Vesica Pisces, via which to attain trance ingress into other realities, at key-times of circadian rhythms. She also governs over 38 legions of spirits, who are no doubt Succubae like herself; who, I’m sure, will come in very left-jerk-off-handy.”


Constantine then stamped out his Camel into an overflowing ashtray, followed by crashing into slumbering betwixt and between the pylons of sleep and waking, where he duly found himself being pounced upon by an awaiting entity. Constantine couldn’t move, his body paralysed, as the assailing weight of the formless entity pushed him deeper into his bed. He then felt himself falling backwards into a yawning abyss. At first there was sheer darkness as he fell, screaming out the name of Volac. Then the darkness started to formulate into a vortex of surrealistic imagery, wherein he found himself alighting somewhere quite other.


When Constantine eventually regained control over his dream body, for his inner eyes to focus upon the vortex of blurred imagery all around him, which started to take on a definite form; he suddenly found himself seated behind a school desk, who was once again an acne ridden boy of a misbegotten Harry Potter youth.


“Shit! I’m in a lucid dream; what’s more, I’ve fucking slid into my past of pained little boy memory, methinks.” Constantine slowly looked around him at the other school kids behind their tables, seated in front of an ominous inky black blackboard. He didn’t like the look of the students around him at all. The other kids all had rotten gunk filling their empty eye sockets, gaping mouths and clogged up ears, looking like gaunt zombies. The zombies seemed to be chanting a repetitive prayer through maggot gnawed holes in their throats, which praised the three faced deified Animus, made as a God of the ever warring Middle Eastern Illuminati cults of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.


Constantine then became aware that the zombie kids surrounding him were all his school bullies, who had severely traumatised Constantine’s childhood. His schooldays were a living Hell. Each of the abusive monstrosities he had personally nicknamed, such as the, first of the fallen, who was a sadistic bully, a total shit-hole to be sure, make no mistake about it. He was the son of a psychopathic drunken priest. There was also slimy creep Nergal, whose speciality was spreading vile rumours, poisoning everyone against Constantine. He also recognised fat bitch Roscarnis, who led a druggie girl gang; she made it a point of relentlessly picking on him because of his crippling affliction of acne; as well as recognising wannabe protection racketeer Papa Midnite, who had daily bled Constantine dry of all his dinner money, wanting ever more. They were all there, let alone others of similar horrors.


Constantine suddenly felt one of his childhood nervous attacks coming on; he started to uncontrollably shake. Constantine grabbed hold of a broken pencil to suck, imagining it to be a Camel to stave off his mind quake. He then made it a point not to make any sudden moves, just in case the chanting zombies became aware of his presence. Constantine then heard a hushed voice breaking through the chant, which seemed to have called out from the shattered classroom doorway behind him.


It was a female voice. “Hey! Vlad over ere’.” It was then Constantine noticed the classroom looked like the rotting innards of a wrecked charnel house. “Over ere’ you twat!” The voice called again of a whisper, which seemed to have caressed his left ear, of fingering words. He slowly turned around and saw a ravishingly gorgeous Goth schoolgirl standing at the doorway, indicating he should follow her.


Constantine very carefully got up and stealthily moved towards the beckoning Goth schoolgirl who was holding onto a baseball bat with two entwining serpents engraved into its wood, looking like a lethal Caduceus, with nails sticking out of it. Constantine’s memory lit up of recognition. “You’re Volac.” Constantine said out loud. The Goth schoolgirl smilingly answered; “that’s right, don’t wear my mantric name out!”

It was then that the first of the fallen became aware of Constantine’s presence, its head twisted completely around, facing him, whose body stayed put, to then gargle; “Consti, Consti, Consti, Jesus loves you; his serpent is in my pants, he wants to ream your virgin arse.” The first of the fallen proceeded to sickeningly arise from its mouldy chair, along with the others following suit, who then advanced towards Constantine, brandishing jagged knives.


The zombies then gargled in unison, like some hideous choir. “We are God fearing children, Consti, Consti, Consti. We are but the demonic torturing tools in our father’s incestuous service, testing your love for him, and him alone; for he be a very jealous God. There is none other before him. He wants us to slash you with his love; like he did to your Roman namesake. Bend over, Consti, Consti, Consti, present your arse unto the loving God’s serpent, he desires to enter your anus, so as to possess. He loves you, Consti, Consti, Consti.”


Constantine became panic stricken, he couldn’t move as the zombies blindly made their haphazard way towards him, who reminded Constantine of all the tortures he had endured as a child, making him feel he could never amount to nothing. He always felt like a total abject failure deep down, utterly stuck, unable to move ahead. Volac then shouted out behind him; “you’re Vlad, give the slashers back their Abrahamic Hell!”


Constantine then remembered to assume the magical guise of a Vlad Avatar, which transformed his childhood panic into a berserker rage. He felt his body suddenly being pumped up with bristling muscles assuming the Pagan form of a disfigured masked giant, wielding meat cleavers. Volac then roared out; “It’s hacking time, baby!”

Both Constantine and Volac tore into the zombies, hacking away at their rotting bodies. As Volac’s Caduceus baseball bat met up with a zombie it exploded into masses of squirming worms, all of which liquefied into an inconsequential black goo of no importance.


When the astral battle was over, Volac leapt upon Constantine like a lithe Cat pouncing upon a Mouse, impaling him on the floor. “I feel really turned on, and very, very wet after all that Hellblazer hacking of a Nigredo Hogwarts harrowing, Vlad. Now it’s time for some really juicy St Trinian impalement, so I can reveal my Hermione treasure to ya’, big boy. I want ya’ to possess my moist Slytherin hole, baby.” He then felt Volac mounting his Dracul erection, which she slowly lowered herself onto. As she did so, Constantine couldn’t help himself looking up, as he entered her welcoming softness. Constantine then observed an almond shaped vortex opening up upon the ceiling of the classroom, through which of a vaginal star barrelled tunnel he saw a certain alignment of stars, on the other side.


Volac pumped Constantine’s wand into ejaculating its Dracul Albedo flame into her hungering Rubedo womb; at which point of a shared Big Bang orgasm, Constantine suddenly found himself flying through Volac’s vaginal Stargate back into his physical body, lying upon his torn up bed.


Constantine awoke amidst his sweat laden bedclothes, feeling emotionally drained; although, he had a big fat grin on his face, to then winsomely say to himself. “I think I’ve just folded myself through the eighth dimension into an alternate timeline. Nah! That’s absolutely crazy. Weird dream. But I do feel kind of cleansed after the exorcism of all those serpents haunting my memories. For the first time, I sense that I am free.”


“Anyway back to the daily grind of being a psychic detective for hire. The problem is nobody really takes me at all seriously; so. it’s probably going to be another quiet day; that, or remote viewing where some old granny’s budgerigar has flown off to, for the price of a pint down the local Goats Head.” He slowly got up from his psychonaut launch pad, shaking his head clear. He then looked around for a full pack of Camel’s to notice a small resin cast sculpture of Batman upending Spider-girl Sirius-doggy style upon the table, where he remembered leaving his candle, which was no longer there.

“Where the fuck has the candle gone? And where did this Tantric resin come from? I don’t remember getting that.” He said to himself. He then noticed that the resin cast was weighting down a letter, which read:

“Dear John, thank you for agreeing to let DC comics serialise your occult exploits. Please find the first issue of Hellblazer and a sizable cheque for your creative involvement and advisory input with DC. We at DC are sure that Hellblazer will be a huge success, with the distinct possibility that your own name will be the eventual title of the comic; should you allow for it. DC is very confident that your continued involvement will be very lucrative for you and our company.”


Constantine looked wide eyed at his own physiognomy upon the first copy of Hellblazer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “I think I’ve just become the Kwisatz Haderach.” He felt like fainting, hit by the reality of it all, to then hear of clairaudience, a disembodied whisper of a girl, to say into his left ear; “My hidden treasures, are within ya,’ big boy.” She then naughtily giggled.



NOTE: The ‘Conjuration’ of Volac (Valak) by Hellblazer John Constantine, though written tongue in cheek is based upon personal experiences, concerning lucid dream ‘Conjurations’ of the described Succubus. 

Volac is also known as Valu, Ualac, Valax, Valic or Valak in the classical Grimoires; the spirit is usually described manifesting as a little naked boy having angel wings riding a two headed Dragon. The classical image of Volac is based upon the ancient Greek deity called Hermes, the Roman’s called Mercury, who wields the Caduceus, made up of two entwined serpents, which is otherwise described as being a two headed Dragon in the Grimoires. 

Volac is also described as being a Great President, which of a Cabbalistic title refers to the planetary sphere of Mercury and the Sephira of Hod. The symbolic reasoning behind my own rebellious ‘Conjuring’ of Volac as a Succubus ‘Schoolgirl’ is because the feminine name of Hermes is Hermione, which then leads you to the modern archetype of Hermione Granger, who can be esoterically associated with intelligence increase and accelerated learning. 

As for the (two headed Dragon) Caduceus, it symbolically refers to the arousal of the (fire snake) Kundalini Shakti.

The Grimoires are commonly populated with an all male pantheon of entities, whether they be angelic or demonic; there are no historical examples of Grimoires listing female entities whatsoever, apart from the Goetia, which lists a couple of female spirits out of 72; but they are described as being male, who have assumed female form, which is indicative of a symbolic brainwash.

This brainwashing is facilitated further by inducing a state of fear, which perpetuates the all male paradigm of a religious foundation, as described in the Grimoires. Basically you are surrounded by a symbolic Matrix, which is self-perpetuated because of your indoctrinated beliefs.    

I am aware that the 2016 American supernatural horror film, entitled: The Conjuring 2, directed by James Wan features the entity called (Volac) Valak.

The film was written by Carey Hayes, Chad Hayes, David Leslie Johnson and Wan. In the film, Valak is depicted in the classical Grimoire style, although, otherwise shown manifesting as a transgender Nun.

The Conjuring 1 and 2 horror films are just a perpetuation of the already established symbolic brainwash. So, if you are searching for real horror, look to the ongoing brainwash of the masses via subversively engineered symbolic stimuli, which leads to all sorts of horrors.

But when to find that its symbolic emphasis is that of an all male pantheon, which indicates an underlying sexual orientation, due to its gender focus, you will then find that the Conjuring 2, and a plethora of films like it are quite laughable since they have an overriding fixation upon the… ‘Animus.’  

I am not saying that the film, The Conjuring, and other films like it are part of some vast conspiracy; they are just feeding into the already established symbolic Matrix, which is self-perpetuated.

Nor am I saying that entities do not exist; they do, at an informational level concerning the symbolic domain of your dreams. For example, a two-dimensional image of a symbol can be implanted into your subconscious mind via intense meditation. The implanted symbol will then manifest as a three-dimensional interactive reality within a lucid dream.

However, a symbol can likewise be subversively ‘Conjured,’ out of the psychic powerhouse of your subconscious mind via the neuro-marketing medium of films and other media, which stirs the emotive state of fear, empowering the ‘Conjuration;’ this in turn perpetuates the already established brainwash.

But when you realise that the all male pantheon of angels and demons dancing around a God and a Devil is that of an ‘Animus’ fixation… Possessing… many a mind, you will then see the true horror of it all, to then laugh of an… Exorcism.

As for the fallen ‘Anima,’ she was castigated into Hell, along with all her legions of Succubae. Alas, no film has as yet covered the fallen ‘Anima,’ but then none of the historical Grimoires, whether ancient or modern listed Succubae, until I created a Succubus Grimoire to… ‘Conjure’… from.



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SETTING: Diagon Alley is a fictional Harry Potter high street located in Londonium. It is only accessible to the Wizarding world, to which it is something of an economic hub.

Although it is hidden away from mundane Muggles (non-Magickal folk). Muggles are only allowed access to it, if they need to accompany their Muggle-born Moon-Children. If a Wizard or Witch needs something, chances are that it can be found in Diagon Alley.

However, the Diagon Alley of this arcane sketch is that of an alternate reality version, which is none too different to the red-light district of Londonium’s Soho. Imagine for now, the camera panning in to follow the predatory catwalk of Babalon Witch Hermione, who is of the house of Slytherin.


She has raven pitch black hair and emerald green fire eyes. Although as a strawberry blond with delectable hazel eyes, she is very, very naughty; and as you know, blonds know how to have lots of… fun.

Anyway, Babalon Witch Hermione looks like a dangerous Goth girl sex vamp, who is dressed of similarity to a St Trinian’s sixth-form Catholic schoolgirl femme fatale Lolita. She is also followed by her pet familiar of a fluttering vampire Bat.


As Babalon Witch Hermione is tracked by your Illuminati third eye of a camera, you seer her to go through a Vesica-Pisces doorway into a seedy pornographic shoppe, which sells banned Necronomicon Grimoires.

Your remote viewing camera eye then cuts to the inside of the shoppe where you seer an untidy room with a large oak counter of an altar, and old dusty Grimoires on shelves lining the cracked walls, along with varying magickal paraphernalia.


The Grimiores on the bottom shelf are of the usual Llewellyn worldwide fare, whose subliminal meme covers depict medieval Gothic and New-Age Native American Shamanistic imagery. As for those Grimoires on the top shelf along with their accompanying Tarot cards, they are seen to be covered by a heavy black cloth.

You will seer three drably dressed Masonic Wizards, who are seen to be thumbing through the bottom shelf Grimores. A fourth Masonic Wizard is flamboyantly dressed, who is called Mr Priestly Pope. The three Wizards are wearing dirty Tau-shirts, on each is depicted a particular animal, a Lion, Eagle and a Bull.

Behind the counter is a sorcerer dressed in a smart black suit, wearing a black fedora hat whose name is Faustus Crow.

The three drably dressed Masonic Wizards are very perturbed by the sudden, almost brazen entrance of Babalon Witch Hermione. The three Masonic Wizards nervously back off into the shadows, who fear Babalon Witch Hermione discovering what they are furtively up to under their soiled Freemason aprons. The fourth Wizard appears to be oblivious of her presence.


Babalon Witch Hermione makes the sign of the ‘Horns’ at the four Wizards as she seductively passes by them; while to expertly ‘Blow-Job’ a hot ‘Boaz and Joachim’ scarlet bubblegum bubble, which bursts with an explosive pop, as she walks between two ‘towering’ pillars! Babalon Witch Hermione confidently goes straight to the altar of a counter, upon which she coquettishly leans, before making her inquisitive enquiry of the shoppe owner, Faustus Crow.


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Excuse me Mr. Do you have any ribald, risky tomes, illustrating hunky Incubi, by any chance? All 72 of them have to be, sweaty and macho, exuding fusion centre testosterone, through every patriot act astral pore, both police state Angelic and Demonic. The tomes I’m into have to be liberally sprinkled with arcane ritualistic formulae, and accompanying viral meme sigils, to conjure my desired Incubi.

(Her words are spoken seductively while staring intently at Faustus, whom she is hungrily eyeing up.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Of course Madam. You can find such Grimoire’s, which will fulfill all your lustful requirements on the bottom-shelf of widely available brainwash fare. Those tomes, both ancient and modern, have been officially endorsed by the top homophobic theologians, misogynistic demonologists and Inquisitional closet-homosexual exorcists of the Vatican; as well as by many a persecuted Cabbalist, fundamentalist Dervish and anally retentive Western occultist, who practice the high art of ritual Magick. Such in turn to make piles of Mammon money out of their published works. Hence these Abrahamic authors have big Swiss bank accounts, just like their lacy Pope, which impresses the Illuminati Hen’s. But then, it is the Hens who actually rule the roost of the World, laying golden LAM eggs.

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BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: I hope you don’t mind me asking you this question, ever so kinky. But, how can I make these astral Chippendale hunks of machismo prowess, do my every temple bidding, as my pet Incubi sex slaves? I mean, if Solomon could get the Incubi to enter unto his royal behind, how can I get them to likewise enter me, as my very familiar… familiars?

(Giggles naughtily.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Well. Madam, like many a Ritual Magician to do, you have to constrain the Incubi into bound bondage, by torturing their Spirit seals, to whip and flagellate. Or to rip apart, or burn within your sacred censer made of brass. It be akin to torturing them within the sadomasochistic torture chamber of your fetish imagination. Whereby you will become as a leather clad dominatrix of a mistress, to make your familiars lick your Venus in Fur’s stiletto heeled boots. They will then become all servile of Solomon’s slaves, bound to your true Sheba will, amidst your wrought Magick circle.


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: That sounds ever so exciting. I relish the thought of torturing hunky Angels and Demons. Forcing these Incubi to fulfill my every delicious wish. Making them manifest into ethereal flesh, as my most servile pet familiars, to whip into shape. It makes me ever so… wet. But, what do I have to do in return for such favours granted unto me, by such masculine divinities, all as Solomon’s slavish Genies?

(Lustfully enquires, full of mischief, acting very coquettish.)


FAUSTUS CROW: My Dear Madam, such a question is as obvious as your pretty little feminine nose to know. Like their temporal counterparts of many a beast, they only do as you ask of them, if they can enter their stiffened Athames unto your moistened chalice, betwixt your kicking legs. Whereby you to thence engage in a sexual pact of Tantric interaction with the Angelic and Demonic fluctuations, of your internal Animus. In other words, if your Incubi do not do as you bid them. Then they don’t get any conjugal night time nibbles, of your gifted sexual energy, to go explosive of multiple Orgasms!


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Oh Wow! Can they really induce Loudun Nun multiple orgasms?

(Lustfully giggles.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Yes indeed Madam. On a regular basis, around the circadian rhythm clock of the blood Moon phases. Such to orgasm occur when you Shekhinah dream lucid of their carousing Sabbat visitations, betwixt and between a good-cop God, and bad-cop Devil, for you, and your receptive receptacle Sisters in the Ursuline Hood, to also intimately know.



(Hermione’s lustful eyes become as burning green embers; while licking her painted scarlet lips, at the thought of engaging in Orgiastic Sabbat delights, of astral hedonism. As Hermione plans her next move on Faustus, Mr Pope Priestly, a rather well groomed male approaches. He is wearing a flamboyant pink shirt, framed by a white Masonic suit, looking like an Aleister Crowley look-alike, of large physique, bald head, sporting a monocle, holding a pink walking cane. Mr Pope Priestly suddenly interjects into the conversation.)


MR POPE PRIESTLY: Hello my dearest, dearest sweetest Boy! Sorry to intrude of intrusive intrusion. Pray tell; do you have a… leather… bound copy of Aleister Crowley’s Illustrated Goetia and The Book Of The Sacred Magic Of Abra Melin The Mage. I am also interested in copies of the Luciferian Goetia and the Satanic Bible as well as any tomes published by Scarlet press, Starlight and Finbarr?

(Widely smiles of fluoridated Holy-Wood whitened teeth.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Yes, indeed! Just look to the bottom-shelf. Such Necronomicon tomes listing Incubi are our most popular Grimoires, as ever, of a continuing Abrahamic indoctrination. But if you inform me of your Magickal intention, then, I might be able to help in shepherding you to the correct Sheep pen, of a work sought for.

(Mr Pope Priestly becomes emotively poetic and rather thespian theatrical, of flamboyant gestures. It appears as if he is anally possessed by Aiwass, and enjoying every moment of his possession, while he mediumistic channels grandiose prophecies via his Goetic Incubi.)


MR POPE PRIESTLY: My dearest Boy, I seek to become as King Solomon, to bind the patriarchal Spirit muscle, both heavenly and infernal to my divine Will. ‘Do What Thou Wilt Shall be the Whole Of The Law.’ Love Under Will, my Brothers all, of the Great White Brotherhood OTO Lodge; gathered to me as my gay sons of fairest Lucifer light. I endeavour to attain the most glorious Bornless Self androgyny of the hermaphrodite master of the Solomon’s temple. To forthwith rapidly usher in the new rainbow Aeon of the sodium fluoride dosed up metrosexual man, who are rapidly becoming little-pony Unicorns, and all having no gender. Amenta!


FAUSTUS CROW: AHA! All of the bottom-shelf tomes will aid you in your great bottom work of advertising your inflated Ego.

(Mr Pope Priestly hurriedly minces off to the bottom shelf all eager to find his desired Grimoires, with his ridden back side up in the air. Babalon Witch Hermione whispers to Faustus Crow, out of earshot hearing range, of Mr Pope Priestly.)


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Just out of curiosity; I hope you don’t mind me asking you this, perhaps, rather untoward of question. But, do you invoke and evoke Incubi Angels and Demons, Mr?

(Flirtingly giggles acting very coquettish.)


FAUSTUS CROW: No Madam. My personal Tantric preference is that of the top-shelf triple X banned Grimoires. The top shelf tomes list all female Succubae both Angelic and Daemonic of Anima Witch. These Succubae I to bind around my erectile Dragon, ascending forth from amidst the amniotic dream waters astral, of seven Chakra lingam heads, crowned by ten Yoni sephiroth dimensional crowns.

BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Are you saying of arcane revelation, that there is an energetic sexual dynamic involved in Spirit conjurations. Likened to Yin and Yang, Sugar and Spice?

(Coquettishly enquiring.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Yes indeed. A sweaty Incubus enters unto a sugar plum Witch of a Shekhinah receptacle. Whence she to prophesy as an ecstatic Seidr Seeress. While a Yang Magician enters a Yin Succubus. As a Man would do a woman, who receives his ejaculated seed, of an emotively charged orgasmic mantra, Word Spell, uttered unto the microcosmic Yoni void, of her ever hungering womb dream. Hence, fertilising the spun Succubus into birthing the macrocosmic synchronistic flesh, of his desires. However, if the Magician is otherwise sexually orientated of choice, he can take on the Shekhinah role of the receptive feminine, to thereby be possessed by an Incubus. Whereupon he becomes an effeminate Biblical Prophet dallying with Animus Angels and his God, let alone that of Demons and his Devil, to placate with his OTO anus.

(Babalon Witch Hermione looks up at the top shelf. She notices a heavy black cloth of a shadowy veil. The cloth is embroidered with an Inverse pentagram, which is covered with accumulated dust. The cloth is covering a number of bulky tomes, upon a buckled black Yew shelf. She is full of Lilith curiosity, her intense feline eyes like Cat slits!)


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Why are the top-shelf triple X Grimoires all covered up? Are they Evil books of the fallen Apple?

(Hermione’s Slytherin eyes look intense, hypnotising Faustus to surrender his soul to her seducing Witchcraft, of a long serpentine tongue hungrily licking her scarlet Lilith lips, at the thought of eating Eden’s rotten Apple!)

FAUSTUS CROW: Evil; Hell No! Such pentagram silver star works, I to have illustrated and written, of serious Apple core Sirius, which are part of a most secret tradition. Such works of the fallen Anima have been systematically persecuted and nigh eradicated by the cults of the deified Animus for over 2000yrs. Whereupon you do not see any Grimoires, whether they be ancient or modern, listing Succubae to conjure, until I created them.

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However, many a feminist Nun considers the triple X top-shelf Grimoires to be rather sexist of left-hand-Job pornography. Their judgement is a rather curious state of affairs; considering that the extremist feminist Nun’s have so many Angelic and Demonic Incubi to Right-Hand play with, of secretive masturbatory trysts within their church cells. The sisters in the hood are the ones who created the Animus fixation upon their fatherly God and Bad-Boy Devil egregore, or to crucify a castrated Good-Guy Christ for the Hell of it.


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: I must say; you are a very Naughty Old-Goat!

(Her eyes are full of lustful mischief, while looking coquette, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her hot bubblegum sweet mouth.)


FAUSTUS CROW: And you my dear are a very salacious little Babalon of a Witch. May-haps you would like to join me for dinner this midnight eve Sabbat, of thirteenth hour, at the Skull and Crossbones inn of trance dance delights?

BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: Only if you to most deeply teach me how to conjure Succubae. For I must admit; I swing both ways within the lonely dormitory of my lusting Imagination, to be now impatiently stirred by your mastery, which I most desire, of yearning passion to know of your Dragon to ride.

(Hermione leans seductively over the altar of a counter towards Faustus; her feline eyes burning lustful.)


FAUSTUS CROW: Agreed of pact, to verily seal this night; for my Goat horns do ache for your petite Virgin hand, to stroke them. Thence to arouse the third erect, in between; to be verily bloodied of horn, when to penetrate thy Ninth-Gate hymen veil, of thine moist Shadow Kingdom, to enter unto.


BABALON WITCH HERMIONE: You are a very, very Bad-Boy of a Great Beast indeed. I know, let’s go and watch Fritz Lang’s Slytherin classic, Indian Tomb, before we shed our Skinwalker skins, in your Sultan’s palace.

(Dirty smile and lustful girlish giggle.)

(This banned Harry Potter episode was somewhat inspired by Monty Python’s ‘Pornographic Bookshop’ sketch, which was featured in the Flying Circus TV Show – Episode 36, which of numerology is verily reduced down to Nine of ‘Ninth Gate’ should you be into Masonic Monty Python conspiracy theories out of Polanski’s Animus fixated Holy-Wood.) 

NOTE: It is within a lucid dream, the dreamer can then consciously conjure (Succubi) Succubae, the psychiatrist Carl Gustav Jung would term as being manifold archetypal aspects of the Anima. The counterpart of the Anima is the Animus.

Physical life is geared towards procreating in order to transfer genetic material, which ultimately engenders evolutionary leaps down the generations. The Anima and Animus are bio-psychological functions, which heavily influence your choice of prospective partners.

Wherefore the Anima and Animus are very much part of the process of evolution. However, the influence of the Anima and Animus are not constrained to determining your choice of physical partners.

The Anima and Animus can also facilitate evolutionary leaps of consciousness when internalised of lucid dream encounters.

NOTE: The classical conjuration of spirits in the Western tradition involves a practitioner conjuring up entities, which are described as being all male, who are seen to be separate personalities from that of the practitioner’s own personality.

When you otherwise investigate Tibetan Buddhism, whose practices involve ancient shamanistic techniques, the conjured spirits a male practitioner conjures up, are not only seen as being separate personalities, they are also considered to be as yet unknown (Daemon) aspects of the practitioner’s own personality, who are called Raging Buddhas.

The Raging Buddhas are essentially ‘role-models,’ a male practitioner seeks to assume as alternate selves, and in turn acquire those qualities they represent. At base level, a male will naturally gravitate towards those male role-models women find to be the most sexually attractive to them, which are defined by their Animus. 

The ancient shamanistic technique is of similarity to what Dr. Vladimir Raikov terms as Artificial Reincarnation and the Borrowed Genius, as developed by Win Wenger, Ph.D.

Each Raging Buddha is visualised coupling with a female spirit, called a Dakini. For example, when a male sees or vividly imagines a scantily clad (Muse) female, the tool making part of his brain immediately lights up. The Dakini empowers the assumption of a Raging Buddha guise of an Avatar, when the practitioner attains hypnagogic trance ingress into a lucid dream.

The nervous system cannot tell the difference between a real or a vividly imagined experience. Hence, when inducing a lucid dream, the vivid experience of the dream has the potential of re-imprinting the nervous system of the practitioner with those qualities associated with the assumed guise of a Raging Buddha. 

An engineered lucid dream is further empowered by internalising the sexual impulse, which involves meditating upon an erotic image of a chosen Dakini, who is a Succubus aspect of the male practitioner’s Anima.

You will find that the Western tradition has negated the existence of the Anima. Hence there are no historical examples of Grimoires listing female spirits.