I was invited to a night of black magic (as well as some tasty antipasto), and I didn’t know what to expect. Part of the instructions were to bring a large piece of construction paper, a white pencil crayon, and a piece of paper with something written on it that I want to be rid of in my life. Turns out the construction paper was to make our hats and chains, and the pencil crayon was to fashion said hats and chains with our power symbols (something with meaning to each person). I was also given a phrase to memorize and incant during the ceremony.
There were glow sticks, good food1, and great people. I won’t go into details about the ritual, for revealing too much, as I understand it, is akin to telling people your birthday wish. Needless to say, I hope to wake up to some growth down south (aka expansion to drilling operations in the wildlife preserve) one of these days, if you catch my drift.
- I got to try some kind of homemade peach juice, which was a thick as glycerin, but very tasty. [↑]
I have heard dark rumors of eldritch rituals held in that apartment where a poor little bunny is forced to wear a stupid hat cut out of black paper only to be ritually held down while forces greater than he suck the very life-force out of his nostrils!
As a deeply spiritual person* myself, let me add the story of the man who was walking past a strangely decorated building and heard weird chanting coming from inside.
His curiosity got the better of him and he walked through the giant circular entrance to find a large hall in which people wearing hats with circles on the crowns were chanting in unison “Great is the Power of Null. All bow down before his perfect circularity.”
a man wearing rich robes stood on the stage before the assembled congregation, he pointed at the interloper and muttered darkly “Beware, an unbeliever is in our midst!”
The intruder protested in tones of ringing condemnation. “Is nothing sacred here?!”
:-)
* Hmmm, on second thought, when other people say that they usually really mean “I’m afraid of dying but I don’t want to go to a church on Sunday.”
It took me a while, but I got it when I noticed the word “Null” in caps. Reminds me of the scene in The Odyssey where Odysseus saves his men from being devoured by cyclops by telling one his name is Nohbody.
Great photos even if you haven’t a clue what the end purpose is.… blues and blacks and happies.
Note to self: Find more friends who are willing to invite self to weird parties like this.
I know! I actually had one of my friends ask if she could come, because parties of this nature are so rare and cool.
I didn’t get what you mean, but I’m kind of stupid that way sometimes.
I would’ve been like *Nerd Alert!* when I heard about the party if I was there, but it sounds like a hoot. And hopefully you guys conjured up a bunch of other dark things.
:)
Nothing nerdy about this party…more spiritual. Now D&D nights, those can be nerdy. :)
Bad idea!!! Never make mistake about this.
Black magic ritual will stuck and turn over you on a bad life.
I know a best friend of mine who tell me that black magic are worth stronger than white magic…
He got a spell back on him.
Never tell that black magic are more stronger than white magic.
It’s the reverse; white magic are worth more powerfull than black magic.
Learn back your lesson and you can transform any black magic to white magic correctly done. For a good reason. But not for worse or if it’s for a good cause and chase away bad spirit dead or alive.
This is a serious warning.