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Lazy early Sunday Morning in The Haunted House, lazy Clothes, strong Apprentice Coffee, talking Verbenas and the Green Witch in me, The Coven Ritual, famous and unknown Spirits in Closed Private Practice, how Tarot and channeled Future Predictions actually work, Timelines, Time Manipulation, and: He said YES.
Good morning from The Haunted House, the place where spirits gather, both curious and hostile eyes peeking through the veil just to watch. It’s still early, but the reception runs in four shifts, 24 hours by human timeline standards. Kimberly walks down the hallway, coffee in hand. “Good morning.” I smile back. She wears ceremonial robes, not just for aesthetics. Clothes shape the workflow. Meanwhile, I’m wearing jogging pants and a crop top I found earlier on the armchair. “Where did I toss my underwear?” “Behind the armchair,” said a voice in my head. Well, too late. It’ll do for ten minutes until I reach the breakfast table. I grab a sweet bun with some kind of cream foam on top. “Coffee?” “Yes, please,” I answer. The apprentices are already awake too, preparing for the new day.
I look out the window. The giant verbenas sway back at me from inside my car as if greeting me personally. “I’ll be right with you. Much to do, you big little friends,” I send telepathically. I feel relief in return, and that’s good. You do not upset plants. They will guilt-trip you, and trust me, you don’t want that. Actually, I mention my plants quite often. Plant alchemy and all of that. Could I pass as a green witch?
A few emails today. I set my coffee cup down. The apprentices’ coffee is much stronger than the hallway kitchen coffee. It’s good, though. I made a promise to myself to work through everything on schedule every single day, not only for my day job. This isn’t a hobby. It’s a calling. I reply to my colleagues. “Oh, my first Tumblr ask. How nice,” I whisper to myself and Mammon’s relative beside me who curiously looks my phone, human electronics are fascinating. I was already thinking of something that might genuinely help. I look back at him, we also met yesterday. “I like your neck tattoo, it's hot,” I tell him with a little blush. He also has tattoo on both neck sides like my right hand. “I like you,” he smiles. Today is also the day when the coven would contact me.
You may have heard of demons, or spirits in general, that are considered closed practice, spirits that will not answer everyone, where contact alone could even put you in danger. Truthfully, every known but also unknown demon is closed practice. Imagine applying for university, except that specific course only has twenty open places under… let’s say Professor Paimon. He nearly chokes on his coffee while I write this. Sometimes it’s strangely hilarious to compare demonology, or rather demonic scholarship, to mundane human systems. Not everyone gets accepted. But maybe you are the lucky one with the right qualifications, and that has nothing to do with elitism. It has to do with your abilities and your mindset. That is how our world works. And the world of demons. And other realms as well. No teacher teaches the one who refuses to listen.
The current narrative encourages people to believe demons are available to everyone, they could be everywhere and they would “love” everyone, because commercially, it sells well, look all the by the demons themselves unlicensed merchandise. Personal servants. Replacements for friends and lovers for lonely people. Then they call it “working with demons.” You are not supposed to wake sleeping things. I’ll still say it until people finally stop.
For a while, I followed one such invitation to a closed-practice spirit that worked exclusively and privately for a coven. I believed I only found that opening through incredible luck. You do not find opportunities like that pinned to a public notice board in your city. But nothing in our world is random. What happens to you today, no matter how insignificant it may seem, has already happened on a spiritual level beforehand. That is how people read tarot for the future, or channel through spirits. There are, of course, different outcomes: timelines. Your decisions alter the outcome and guide you toward what becomes the so called primary timeline. A reader observes your current energy and tells you what is most likely to happen. Readings are also meant to inform you. You now know what could happen, and you dislike it? Then change direction before the timeline hardens around you.
Timeline corrections after it happened are a secret science, and when you master it, it’s better not to tell anyone. Humans are taught that we do not have authority over power like this. I disagree. I think we do. Just don’t announce it if you’ve done it, unless you enjoy unnecessary lectures from people or spirits calling themselves “gods.”
I looked back into my emails again, still not fully understanding why I had been the lucky one. But the message simply said:
“He accepted the transfer to you.”
Maybe this helps you, if you ever doubt yourself. Maybe you are far more powerful than you currently believe. Maybe there is potential inside you that you cannot yet see. And maybe there is a spirit somewhere willing to teach you what you refuse to see.
Yours,
Doris.
Your Voice Makes My Brain Quiet
Chapter 1: The night
At 01:41 a.m., Mammon got sent a reel that was just:
“when the sadness is advanced so you start consuming refrigerator-level content”
followed by a video of a hamster spinning in a salad bowle.
Then another notification came in immediately after.
Lord Mammon’s true slogan to those who seek him out: “Stay open to abundance. Receive richly, give generously, and remain grateful, for what flows outward shall return multiplied.”
Walk with me today, through gifts received, gifts given, and the endless circle of overflow.
Mammon is your famous demon of overflow. Not of greedy wealth. Like way too often, you’ve been lied to, but have no worries, your girl is here to correct that again. First of all though, I’d like you to take out your tarot cards, pendulum, or whatever divination tool you use and ask if I’m a liar. NO? Then keep on reading, you’re my kind of person. A true demonolater is a researcher and doesn’t believe every new sh*t claim online.
Early morning I open my bread cupboard and there are already two filled bread rolls waiting in a paper bag, a Laugenstange, a long filled apple pastry, and some kind of cinnamon-nut swirl, at least that’s what the shape looks like. I take everything and put it into my lunch shopper bag for work. There are bottles of Soda Cola standing on the table, I take two.
Taking as much as I can carry is not greed, it is accepting and being grateful for the gift.
Before I leave, I quickly go into the garden. A few weeks ago I gifted away a banana palm, it survived and rooted well, and I thought I could also gift the replacement banana plant I had planted just in case it wouldn’t work out though our banana palms luckily always make it. “A banana friend for the other banana, would you like to have it?” And my colleague had that joyful look again. That one where the eyes smile. The banana rode buckled up in the car and right now is already in its new home.
When I want to take my lunch break, I get gifted a package of cheese. You may think that’s funny, but I actually love cheese and ate it together with the Laugenstange.
I gave relationship advice, something I rarely have patience for, because human love relationships feel so fleeting for me to invest myself in them. I smiled when I heard, “Maybe you’re right, I’ll try that.” Maybe I truly helped someone.
At home I sorted out the leftover fuchsias. People usually don’t buy flowers that have already grown too large, but these were so beautiful. Still, should I therefore keep them all for myself? As my neighbour drove into the yard, I had an idea. I’d make new plant cuttings from them anyway, I’ll have an army. I said, “Hey, I got something for you, just wait a few minutes.” My neighbour has a big garden and a thing for beautiful things. I quickly prepared some transport paper boxes and carried them over.
“Thank you! Can I plant them outside now?... Good, I’ll give some to my mother. What do I owe you?” I was asked.
“Nothing,” I said and shrugged, suddenly remembering how this neighbour picked me up when my car broke down a while ago.
“Have fun with them!” I smiled and went inside to feed the pets first, though they had already stolen bread leftovers from lunchtime anyway. Who knows cats, knows.
It feels like a circle, doesn’t it? Though some circles might be a bit edgy in how they flow back, they still do flow back, one way or another. A circle of abundance that keeps repeating and returns to you when you are grateful and stay open to receive.
Mammon needs no worship, no altar, no demon does and who does worship and kneel, didn’t instand. Be grateful, stay open to receive.
Thank you, Mammon. I’m grateful and stay open to receive.
Yours,
Doris.
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