kimberlysteele | Our Demonic Age

Hieronymus Bosch, Christ in Limbo

One of the main reasons it is so difficult for the average person, including myself, to make a deep connection to the spiritual is the predicament of our age. If we currently dwell in the first stirrings of the Age of Aquarius, and I believe we do, it is rather obvious that great enlightenment has failed to occur on a mass scale. On the contrary, the higher self remains more remote for most people than it has ever been in human history.

The Incas fascinatingly seemed to foresee our unspiritual era and wanted to escape being reincarnated during it. In The Secret of the Incas: Myth, Astronomy, and the War Against TIme, William Sullivan makes the case that the Incas and the Mayans sought via complicated magical means to sit out our own peculiar era. Nostradamus was also plagued by the fear his potent magical knowledge would be abused by the people of our era – he burned every magical book he had at one point to stop the knowledge from falling into our bumbling hands. Magicians of past eras often did this, not just out of worry that Dominicans were coming to out them and torture them, but because the future scryed in visions was such a bleak and literally godforsaken environment.

Demonic Paradise and Downward Pull

I loved my toys when I was a kid in the 1970s and 1980s. I had a huge collection of stuffed animals. My favorite one was a red beanbag received in an Easter Basket one year. The beanbag was egg shaped with little feet, hands, and a face. I had a fancy sled that looked like a small snow plow. I had at least one Barbie Dream House, and I distinctly remember having at least one car for Barbie and her friends. I had an electronic toy called a Speak and Spell that I used to become a third grade spelling ace. All of these toys now sit somewhere in a landfill or are ocean waste. One of the primary reasons I chose as a little girl not to have children in this incarnation was the profligate waste the children of this era put onto our fragile planet. The amount of waste produced by an affluent child these days dwarfs my output by ten times. All of this plastic bombardment does not lend itself to spiritual aspiration. My whole childhood world was plastic, from the dashboard of the petroleum-fueled cars in which I rode to the olefin rugs under my feet and the shampoo bottles that existed so I could scent my hair with synthetic peaches. Our era is one of plastic and temptation. There are more people who have sold their souls to demons and devils in our era than at any other time. This is what I believe.

What Does It Mean to Sell One’s Soul?

I used to think that selling one’s soul required a Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage-level ritual (a year plus in a secluded house, exceptionally well-drawn magic circles) and it took me a long time to become educated otherwise. Selling one’s soul is not a short process. It is a series of increasingly deeper degradations and lies to oneself about right versus wrong. Though there are some stunningly obvious examples of politicians and celebrities who have sold their souls and who may have physically conjured deities from the Goetia to get the job done, selling one’s soul isn’t necessarily profound or individual. A group of souls can compromise its destiny by acting as a herd. This is what I believe happened with the Nazification of Germany, the Stalinization of Russia, and the current Faucization of the denizens of empires beholden to globalist sway.

The Egregore of Competition

When I was in first grade, I discovered I hated Gym Class. We were told to run around the asphalt in a great circle – yes, this was back in the 70s when six year olds were not considered too fragile to run 400 yards on the pavement. I finished dead last and because I was alone, I thought I had won the race. The other kids pointed and laughed and soon I realized what had happened. I cried.

We are all subject to an egregore of competition that has become an out of control leviathan. This has gotten worse in my fifty year lifetime. It’s hard to say when this egregore started its metastasis. The gist of the egregore is that everyone must compete for every resource and that competition is good. Gordon Gecko’s proclamation “Greed is good” comes from the competition egregore: of course greed is good, because without greedy urges, people might cooperate instead of competing. To quote The Highlander, another vintage film, the competition egregore comes from the There Can Be Only One model of astral pyramid.

I was subject to humiliation in my first grade class because it never occurred to my teachers that there were ways of getting children to exercise without pitting them against each other. Constant competition was reflected in the larger environment. My suburban neighborhood morphed from a place where everyone knew each other’s name at the yearly block parties to an every-household-for-itself gallery of snobs. Whose house can inflate the most? Who can add the most unnecessary rooms to better serve children who rarely go outside? The spirit of the neighborhood changed from one of modesty, DIY, and helpfulness to griping over property lines, ostentation, and insufferability. Recently the competition has changed into a waiting game to see which neighbor will be next to be picked off by MRNA gene therapy side effects. Meanwhile, the television blares a litany about how much better Americans are than Russians.

How better to get a leg up on your neighbor than to sell your soul to a demon? There are plenty of demonic buyers eager to snap up the average human soul without the conscious knowledge of the human personality in question. Demons promise all sorts of bargains that only appear shoddy if one bothers to deeply investigate them in discursive meditation, and it’s not like many people are doing that anymore. Affluent suburban prosperity of the sort that displays itself on Christmas postcards with photos of one’s children in front of international landmarks? The price, hidden well in the fine print, may be a mere few lifetimes of desperately poor subsistence farming in the deindustrial future punctuated by some long sojourns in hell between those lifetimes. A bit of virtue signaling and seemingly decent health after an experimental gene treatment that has cost millions (billions?) of people their jobs, their health, and in many cases, their lives? The price may be getting eaten alive by a horrible, debilitating disease next time around, or perhaps losing one’s livelihood and being forced into destitution. After all, didn’t the healthy vaxxed person’s choices have the overall effect of sickness and unnecessary death, and/or forcing huge groups into desperation and destitution? Fair is fair…

The Clog

If our Malkuth is a demon’s Kether, we can rest assured that many demons are achieving and basking in demonic Kether right now. The trend for them is upward and for us it is downward. In times when humans accepted the flows and movements of nature with grace instead of denial and anger, our higher selves were intimate partners. We woke up in the morning smelling their breath, and unlike ours, it was sweet. For the aspiring mage or mystic, it’s like being the first party to reach out after a hostile and bitter divorce. Methods of prayer are no longer common knowledge. Christians for the most part see prayer as a beggar’s banquet: surely their God owes them a “miracle” in the form of material comforts and prosperity if they grovel and money-grub while declaring themselves to be virtuous on Facebook. Buddhists brag about their trips to exotic locales while forcing masks on little children out of fear, which is the very definition of worldly attachment. Hindus are more concerned with outfitting their newly constructed homes with the latest status symbols than doing good works. I’m glad I don’t know any Muslims because I’m fairly confident their hypocrisy would outstrip the other religious cults.

The materialism clogging access to the subtler planes has become so bad, we are faced with the cosmic equivalent of a grotty slop sink. We are supposed to flow, but we have become so gunky, we are blocked like a giant ball of hair, dead skin, and debris. Demons are drawn up from the sewers in our abortive attempts to do something (anything!) to remedy our misery. They walk among us in the reanimated zombie spirits of Stalin and Mao, whispering to us to hate our neighbor and act at our human worst in order to survive. Kim Jong Un had the conductor of his government’s musical orchestra shot over ninety times in front of the orchestra members. Those who succumb to demons and who don’t manage to extricate themselves over the series of lifetimes of their demonic bargain are a mystery. It is possible they will become demons in a future universe. Their depravity sets a track in space that becomes a rut that becomes an abyss.

Revenge?

As satisfying as it would be to go full serial killer on wokesters, would-be communists, and the seemingly lost who may or may not have sold their souls to demons, revenge is not a worthy pursuit. Demonic people often become demonic because they are vengeful – Kim Jong Un certainly did not execute his poor conductor out of mercy. Nor is it helpful to pray for people who have not asked for our help. “Pray for Ukraine” is the latest trend to assault the internet, and if you read between the lines, it translates to “Send hateful energy toward Russians on my behalf because I cannot yet force you to do it at the end of a gun.” Prayers sent to specific Ukrainians who are currently begging God/gods for mercy might hit their target, but a hex thinly disguised as a prayer diffusely aimed at an entire country is guaranteed to backfire and splatter all over the person who sent it. The only way to overcome the hatred is to truly hate it, to once again paraphrase Christian occultist Dion Fortune. If I hate someone, and I assure you I hate plenty of entities both corporeal and incorporeal, the best revenge is to become completely unlike them in every way. When I become the opposite of a wokester, it means truly being awake instead of succumbing to the latest glamour the mainstream media has in store for its dupes. Instead of being a powerful, genocidal serial killer like Kim Jong Un, I cultivate the forces in me that are the opposite of Kim Jong Un such as kindness and gentleness. Anyone who is able to weave the golden thread through the clog without disintegrating into the clog becomes a spiritual force to be reckoned with – as much as it sucks to be here, consider the current era the ultimate in spiritual strength training for the few who choose the path of light.

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