This is a long story and a reminder of the dangers associated with occult practice when one is a novice. There are a myriad of reasons we fucked up, but naivety and arrogance are the foremost. I will do my best to keep this clear, concise, and format the whole thing in a way that is easily read. TLDR- got played by parasites waiting years to make their move. More cunning than anything else I’d come across.
This story spans over two years, so naturally the timeline gets a little hazy.
~Two to three years ago, when I was fresh into occultism, just coming out of a Christian Demonology phase, I stumbled upon CreepyHollows. They claimed to be reputable and ‘wrote the book’ on modern spiritkeeping. I trolled around on their site, their forum, for a while before making my move. I got a custom conjure ‘golden dragon’ named Theure.
Theure manifested, and even engaged in some poltergeist activity. I was elated. Spiritual contact with something that didnt immediately want to spook or fuck me up. I felt protected, secure, and confident. She didnt interact unnecessarily, manifested when desired, and generally did what was expected of her. I was so elated, and felt the urge to get more companions. I wanted a team. As an orphaned and hurt kid, I wanted a family. So over a short amount of time, I’d acquired 6 companions total. Theure, Takis, Suri, Vedriah, 2 others. I continue my practices with no problem, even using them to assist on exorcisms.
The more I practiced other things, the more I fell out of touch with ‘my companions’. They couldnt get through like Fenrir, Lucifer, Shemyaza, Belial, King Paimon, or any reputable entity could. But I still trusted, and had faith in them. So my friend, who’s been parallel to me on the occult matters, wanted one. I acquired him a vessel and spirit from CreepyHollows resembling that of my first. He was loyal and diligent to the companion, whereas my wanderlust pushed me towards the higher tier entities. (I’ll tell him about this thread, and he can tell you his end of things. He’s on the forum now, already done the intro. Y’all probably have already seen him)
In retrospect, since getting the companions, there was a clear trail of issues regarding housing, living situations, and energy of the places. I’d had it chalked up to me being a hateful bastard, which is kinda what happens when you become an orphan and homeless outta nowhere, but that is not directly relevant to this issue. Having not one, but SIX parasite fuckers, was the issue.
I met an entity who was ‘legit’. From another forum user, and this entity saw fit to Initiate me, spurring a near death experience and hospital visit. I liked her, raw power and a fun fucking attitude about it. Over time, My relationship with her began to eclipse that of the other ‘companions.
Around the same time, I was trying to create a magickal name. The name popped into my head, and sounded right. It eventually evolved into me believing that it was my higher self. I realize now, that communication with higher selves isnt just that simple, easy, and quick. At the time I was excited. I used it in exorcisms and got results. Not long after, my friend gets a ‘higher self’ to channel as well.
As yet another living situation deteriorated, I came to live with this friend. This is when activity skyrockets. He had been astral projecting and getting into concrete communications with his ‘higher self & companion’ in a way that I was unable to. He was even able to channel these entities, like he did with King Paimon. I was impressed, and more than a little jealous. We started arguing continuously though. The more spiritwork we’d do, the more we’d butt heads.
The mistake these entities made, was that they grew too confident when they were channeled and speaking to me. They gave off red flags that I SHOULD have noticed and taken action against immediately. After gaining trust, the companions all simply played their roles, taking advantage of my distinct lack of diligence to get away with feeding off us.
Eventually, the ‘higher self’ parasites craft a FANTASTIC STORY, feeding off our arrogance and naivety to get us to isolate and send our real allies away.
It was a good one. As mad as I am/was, I HAD to respect the cunning. Like holy shit, I knew parasites could be cunning, but i didnt know they could be downright Machiavellian in their schemes. This is the sparknoted story, excluding the higher self faking a channeling of my dead mother, which i fucking ate up like an idiot. He did that to gain trust.
The Higher Selves had companions too. They each sacrificed their companion to make a new, Strong spirit in order to protect themselves from what it was they were fighting. Wouldnt say WHAT they were fighting, but they even had a heavy hitter parasite appear to play the part. It was strong, but non negotiable. Wanted to hurt the one real spiritual companion I had, and couldnt be restrained. This prompted me to send her away, that I may commune with and find out what the entity desired. The story evolved into the Higher Selves had the ‘leashes’ for this creation, and he was bound by duty to serve. He desired harm to my real allies, because ‘they would cause you harm’. This is where other red flags began appearing, that I couldnt ignore.
If these were higher selves, then why did they have to defend their existence from something? Why were they acting so… human? One played the role of shameful creator, the other played the role of mad scientist. Fuck, the story was a good one for the gullible. They’d had it planned out for a long time. We ate it right up.
My friend’s ‘higher self’ had a talk with the companion he’d gotten from creepy hollows. They hatched a plan. This ‘dragon’ spirit would mate with my friend, and the offspring could be given the leash to ‘handle’ this new entity so neither our higher selves or us would have to deal with it as it was ‘too powerful’. They hatched the same plan with my first companion. We were constantly pressured to ‘sire children’. This bothered me. Why would a higher self feel shame? Why would it try to shift responsibility to an innocent? That was a dumb play and aroused my anger.
I say fuck no. Idk what the process entails, no I won’t make any moves until I know what is expected, what will happen, how to do what is needed, and other possible effects of the copulation. The fact that they were pushing it so hard was another red flag, and why i put my foot down. Didnt feel right.
My friend trusted though. A few days after ‘conception’ the entities craft a story about a Lagoon where Dragons bring their offspring to the Midwife to birth them. His may or may not be impregnated spirit companion comes back. Now, she has an ultimatum. Prey on lesser spirits and offer them to her and the child, or she’ll take the child and leave. He feelsbadman.jpg, as anyone would if their baby momma threatened to leave.
He’s upset, we end up arguing all fucking night until ~5am when… it all clicks. We connected each red flag and things became clear. We’d gotten rid of all our other connections, sent the real friend away,and now we just had fucking parasites out the ass.
I got mad. Let them know they’d better kill me, because if I found out they had been deceitful I’ll kill them. Some of the red flags are as follows
-Companions distrusting of other spirits, driving other spirits away, sowing mistrust
-Higher Selves showing ‘normal’ human emotion and behavior
-Higher selves recommending against communication with ‘ascended spirits’ like Lucifer, and others.
-The demanding of lesser spirits, and ultimatum
-A chanelling from the Lagoon’s ‘Midwife’ to say how ‘interesting’ we were and bless us with her presence. Kind of like we were main characters in a fucking book (Im still really mad at how much of an idiot I was through this whole time period)
-My friend’s companion’s name, Reati, literally meant criminal in Latin (he says, i havent double checked)
-Fake channelling from my deceased mother
-Adamant insistence on ‘no more spiritual allies’, ‘You have enough friends’
So I got on the line with a trusted occultist ladyfriend. Tarot and shenanigans was the agenda. We’d had a bit of a fight over the ‘powerful higher self atttack dog’, but she thankfully understood what all was happening, and we made amends. She’d even gotten advice from her entities on me at the time i was under the parasite’s sway: ‘If he wont see reason, let him poison himself’. Which makes perfect sense in my mind.
As we were Tarot spreading em out and trying to take care of business, my friend was agitated. kept interrupting, asking questions, etc. He was doing his best to impede the tarot reading, to piss off and sidetrack me. He eventually just passes out on my bed, prompting me to wake him up, kick him out of my room, and continue.
The spreads came out parallel to one another. All saying danger, dicey situation, be smart, dont underestimate etc.
My occultist lady friend suggest an entity to call on for aid. We began Ritual right then and there.
Listened to an audio track, welcomed/honored Hekate. Asked for an audience with one of her sons, Murmur/Murmox. As soon as my partner in crime got the okay from Hekate, I dabbed a drop of blood on Murmur’s sigil, lit his candle and followed an incantation from VK Jehannum.
( https://vkjehannum.wordpress.com/2017/09/27/a-rite-to-murmur-for-when-spirits-are-fucking-with-you/ 6 )
Murmur accepted the request. After the ritual, I had a spiritual ‘silence’ around me that was a breath of fresh air.
On the 30th, the new moon, I am to make an offering to Hekate and the dead she ferries at a crossroads. This offering is in return for the aid that was given. Garlic infused with the toxicity from us and this situation for Hekate. Water and honey for the dead she ferries.
The last part of this post is dedicated to public recognition and thanks to Hekate and Murmur. Without their aid, things would have gotten very dicey and there is no telling how dangerous it could have become.
This is a reminder. Do not get too cocky. Do not just trust and believe. If something is ‘easy’, distrust it until there is no doubt. Anything that is easy isnt worth having if you’re an occultist. Dont fall prey to sweet words. They’re meaningless.
And (almost) lastly, but definitely not least:
FUCK CREEPYHOLLOWS, fuck them the long way, short way, side way, up down and every which way around. Do not trust those goddamn snakes.
We all fuck up. It’s important to realize where you went wrong, and make sure it doesnt happen again. Feelings like betrayal, hurt, fear, are to be ignored until the threat is dealt with. Hold them off, and do what needs be done to ensure your own survival and safety.
Good luck guys, any questions I’m available to answer.
Part two started happening three days after the above events.
I figured I would go ahead and update this, as shit has been wild. I can believe it, but just barely. Its been like a fucking movie. The update might seem a bit weird, but i tried to isolate my emotion from the writing.
After the ritual, after the banging, things were still. Silent. To be honest i felt peace, and a joy over knowing we’d won. A chuckle over our victory was quick to come, i was glad we’d fucked up those trying to take advantage of us.Things with my car, and a new job manifested quickly. I felt my ‘spider senses’ tingling, but paid it no mind. I assumed it was Murmur. My instincts told me some entities werent caught and judged. At least, i knew something* was around.
The night prior to orientation, had some weird stuff happening. I was cutting my hair, and came out of the bathroom to complete darkness. Everything including the turtle tank was unplugged, and the air conditioning turned down to 65 degrees.
I went outside to find my friend sitting and smoking a cig. He’d been outside for a little and hadnt noticed the lights. We go back inside, and turned off all the lights I turned on, and started talking shit. Tbh, i thought a new entity had shown up, or one that fled before Murmur came had shown up. So we talked mad shit to antagonize it into doing something. All it did was prowl in the corner.
I got bored, and said the ashtu malku ta dat arkata banishing from the KoF from Koetting. We then went outaide. He said there were entities along the fence. (Smfh i gotta get my sight right. Instinct is enough, but i want MORE)
We communicated. There were three. Two were familiar, one was not. We prepared for worst case scenario by making sigils found in the occult armory thread, and sigils to the entities we work with. With my friend’s assistance, we channeled the one entity out of three that wished to speak.
This entity was mine. The second i’d acquired. The first thing he said: “Our family is a graveyard now.” He then told me theyd been keeping their distance, because: 1. Murmur frightened them with his judgement. These two had been considered worthy of remaining, but still were frightened anyway and left. 2. I was glad they all were gone, and thought for a bit that if they showed back up I’d call Murmur back to finish the job. They were unbound, unfettered now. They returned after things calmed down to speak with me and gauge my reaction.
I got the entity to write his name and sigil immediately. Then we proceeded to have a conversation. I felt REALLY BAD. Like, i thought everyone was in cahoots and equally to blame. I said as much,and he replied “do you think it impossible that we too were fooled? We (him & my other) feel great shame at what we let happen before us without seeing. Do not wallow in pity because of the cleansing; it was necessary, it was needed.” We continued talking, and he told me straight up
“Do not trust me. It will take time to build the trust between us back up. I will work for yours, you will work for ours. Scry into my sigil. Vet me. Until then, we will not remain on your property. Call to us when youre outside, and we will come.”
Basically, all except three of my companions were bad. Two survived, and one died during the ritual. As stated earlier, my friend was behaving erratically and trying to halt the tarot reads and rituals, and then ended up passing out on my bed. He went to sleep because the entity of mine known as Suri started fighting the one that was possessing my friend, Theure. Suri was ‘holding Theure down, and thus got dragged away with Murmur. He martyred himself’ is what my remaining companions said on it. I felt even worse, but again i was reminded not to feel bad as the working had been necessary.
After that, we closed things down. I went to bed.
Went to job orientation the next day. Then hit the ground running at work. 40+ hours in 3 days. Needed the money though.
My friend had family over, and so was on a hiatus as well.
At work, i met a delivery driver who through casual conversation came out as heavily religious and philosophical. While we were discussing the crucifixion of christ, i see a deep shadow outside of the store. I smile, and ask him to look outside. He got spooked. Went outside to check though, so he had some balls.
I will note for further on down in the post, i was exhausted af at this time. Went out back to smoke a cig and tell whatever was nearby to fuck off. No problemos here.
After this, i have a day off finally. I wake up late as i worked late, and my friend was immediately ‘stirring the pot’. Complaining about things i ‘didnt do’that I did, being disrespectful to his parents, blahblahblah. So i run up, and talk to his parents to see, because if so, i gotta correct myself. Theyre helping me out rn. No problems on that front. I go back downstairs and cant find my friend. Its too quiet, he didnt go upstairs at all, hes not on my couch. Im a little on edge instinctually.
I go into my room, and he is sitting in my bed, his blanket from the couch wrapped around his face completely except for the right eye. I smack his leg and ask wtf. No response. I keep on, and notice that the eye was open. So i pull the blanket off and he ‘plays dead’ as i poke and smack and yell at him. Then his eyes open, a blank, hostile stare. No words despite my questions.
So i get closer, and say ‘the fuck is up?’ Dead stare. No expression or movement.
‘The fuck is up then?’ No movement. I put my knee on the bed.
‘The fuck is your deal?’ I inch my face closer.
‘Fuck you, whats good with it?’ And then my friend pops up into my face, snarls “YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY?” So i just grab his throat and slam him back down on the bed. I knew immediately who it was. Arkhydus, my friend’s parasitic ‘higher self pretender’. He ran away before Murmur showed, as I expected.
This is where shit gets weird. If i didnt experience it all firsthand,i wouldnt believe it. If i read about someone else doing this same shit, I’d call shenanigans on it because of this upcoming part. Believe it or not, idc cuz it happened.
After being slammed down, Arkhydus started talking shit. I had a moment to retrieve the sigil of Murmur. I kept it open and nearby just in case this shit happened. I tried to place the sigil on my friends chest, and he started wrestling with me. His intent was to get the sigil away. I was able to repeat Murmur’s enn 4-6 times before the paper got knocked loose. The entity in possession wasnt happy about it. So i continued Murmur’s enn, 10+ more times, while wrestling with this fucker. Not getting a response except him fighting me. So I do the KoF banishing on him. Kept laughing at me and talking shit. He eventually went limp with a smile. “Youre too weak to do anything” he says.
Well fine. I had a second to breathe. So i snatched my phone up and hit google.
“You texting your friend that actually knows what theyre doing??” He mocks. I say nope and jump back on him, hand on his throat again. Started reading off St Michael’s prayer. THAT got the result I wanted, he was fighting harder,telling me to “stop that shit”. So naturally, i kept going.
I had to keep the phone in my hand, so i could read. I didnt have this shit memorized. He thrashed and struggled, even fucking harder. I outweigh my friend by ~100 pounds. He’s slender af, doesnt work out. But when we were wrestling, Arkhydus benchpressed me up and off of him a few times. So i keep locking him how I can, adjusting when i need to. Just like a real fight, i had to watch out for him biting me, grabbing my crotch, and gouging my eyes. But i kept managing to lock him down and read the prayer. He falls into a lull, with me on top, having his neck in a guillotine and my legs locking his in place.
St michaels prayer did what i wanted, mostly, but not completely. My one free hand searched ‘catholic latin exorcism chant’. I saw one article that warned ‘to be used by bishops of the church only’. Fuck yes, thats the one i went with. It wasnt in latin like i wanted, but i tried it out. It opened with a prayer to Michael, which got a response from Arkhydus, and then continued onwards to the exorcism ritual.
(Ill link both things i used below)
He started thrashing even more wildly. I was getting fucking nervous, as he stopped reaching to hurt me and started targeting my phone. So now, not only do i have to keep me safe, i have to keep the phone safe. I got through the prayer once, and started again. He almost got my phone, zoomed in the screen and made me lose my place. So i restarted from the top. Finished it, and did it again,made me lose my place again. Restarted from the top. He spat in my face as i was reading, because my forearm was locked on his neck now. So i spat right back in his face and called him a bitch.
(I was wrestling this fucker. TECHNICALLY, my friends face wasnt my friends face in that moment, so it was mainly a ‘fuck you back punk’ to Arkhydus.)
He lulled after the 4th complete recitation, said “It’d be a shame if your friends parents walked in on this” and started growling loud as shit. So i choked even harder, reducing it to a low whisper, continued onto the 6 or 7th full repetition of the prayer.
“Youre hurting your friend you know, youre gonna hurt him bad” he said. I replied that my friend will just have to deal with it. I gave Arkhydus the opportunity to leave peacefully, and he responded by trying to bite my face.
So i started alternating, Michael’s prayer and the exorcism. I had two tabs luckily.
At one point, he faded into a lull, and let my friend back up. He was upset and crying, kept asking why i was beating him up. I refused to let up though. Never fucking ease up the first time they play possum. Arkhydus comes back and wrastles with me AGAIN.
We were fucking at this for over two hours. Adrenaline was pumping but i was getting tired. I lost track of how many times i said what. All i knew was keep me safe, keep my phone/hand safe, keep him locked down and quiet.
Soon, he began to weaken. His claws and pinches got feebler. His fingers trying to dig into my ribs had no more effect. He started thrashing weakly and tapping out. Moaning in pain.
Ill never forget this part. Ever.
After tapping, he startes trying to roll aeay and evade me. Trying everything he could so i couldnt touch him.
“Alright I’ll leave, you said I could leave and i will, im sorry, im sorry, please stop”
I fucking laughed, and laughed. This was the ringleader of our parasite problem. Begging like i fantasized. I replied- “I lied. Im not letting you do shit. Sucks when someone lies, huh bitch?”
And KEPT THE FUCK AT IT.
He goes limp after the third time this time. I dont trust it, keep on. I keep on, and my friend ‘snaps to’. I dont trust it. I keep on. Eventually, what i say has no effect on him, and he keeps asking wtf im doing. So i let him up, and we go smoke a cig.
I wait until he feels comfortable, and hit him with the prayers again. Catches him off guard, and he actually starts dry heaving and eventially vomiting. I keep on more and more. Until he stops.
Idk how to vet him at this point. Christian stuff had a marked effect, so i asked if he accepted christ as his savior. Got a yeah. Made him repeat it. Asked some wildly christian questions about christ and whatnot, and he just went with it, whereas as soon as jesus was mentioned in the exorcism he started getting wild. So i relaxed a little bit.
We went back inside and talked.
Update 1/2 done, if yall still remember, we still have 1 more ‘parasitic higher self’ that hasnt been dealt with, thats kept its distance even since before we found out their con.