"My Infamous Christened Birth-name given me is Buried and the Sigil of My Daemon is Dantalion"

If you looked into my face could you at
all see what I used to be (not-at-all
hopefully); would the sepulcher that its
now become be at all any semblance
of the man I used to be or now just the
gaunt imagery of a man who having
once lived in the land of the living is now
deceased

An open-face now am I, written upon with
chants and incantations, that if uttered
under the influence of rhythmic enchantments
of Arcane Jurisprudence, open up unto
the vessel portals; parallel dimensions that
are accessible to those whom choose to
become the Channels unto nether-regions
of Gaia, our Alma Mater

Unto most though these passages are not
viable, but are in their sensory-receptors
dormant, unknown, unrealized;  are to them
unfathomable and in the least bit, intangible  

But myself, having experienced these layers
that are attainable, just beyond the veil of
mans intellect, in that place where is ended
time and space stretched, am now discovering
quickly that fading are the memories I once had
as an mortal man and altogether reconfigured is
the mnemonic scheme becoming plain within this
new subterranean plane

I've scars etched into this corporeal canvas of
misery, and have crossed-over already so,
when in the night down I lay... it's six feet deep;
my bed is an nest of worms and carrion: where
with the walking dead and those who've departed
recently, I sleep

Need I no more to summon them up through the
tried and true working of the Craft's Majical Ritual
of Necromancy... they're now the company that I
keep and their Names my lips know of and to speak

Engraved into the tombstone that is this fleshly,
transient mortal coil is the Sigil of my identity; the
Seal of mine seat in the echelon of the Daemonic
Hierarchy that have their place in an established
Order... for ages and eons we've awaited the
births of pure souls, uninhabited as of yet... not
yet having been tarnished by the Christian deity
whom they say...

"Wants Sons and Daughters for his progeny
 to beget,"

But I, through the guidance and instruction of the
Ouija one dark night, by the Majical Arts of the
Craft Charged Unto me, through Wizardry, opened
an Gateway unto the infernal dimensions of the
lower-realms where was revealed unto me through
conjuring's and incantations, the Sigil of my new
Identity and my chosen Seat in the Darkness of the
Dominion

The netherworld entity whom was the Purveyor to me
of Arcane Knowledge, spelled-out why Hel's Hierarchy
of whom He was subservient to, give him an utmost and
urgent dispatch, to within my intellect through trans-cutaneous
application anoint me into the Legions of Hel's Herself, billions
of faithful and slavish servants in the Pantheon of the deities of
the fathomless underworld

The other-worldly guide Himself through Channeling
made the purpose of His presence and as to why He
had from Hel's depths appeared to me clear...

"Through the Possession of an Willing Being, Shall an
  Authority unto You be Ingrained; and an Eradicated
  Christian Lineage, will No More be within a Present
  Essence that is Named"

"Dantalion is Your Appellation Designated; by Me it is
  Uttered and into Your Sephirot it has been Skrybed:
 by Your Written Witness, You Shall so be Called and
  Himself You'll become"

Dreams that I have, that are ominously to real, aren't at
all dreams: those I see wandering about this blackened
void are the soulless denizens of the realm wherein I
have now shifted into that's somewhere in an parallel
plane of existence just beneath the realm of the living

An phantom; a whisp; an bone-chilling breath "I Am"
that thrill-seeking, Ghost Hunting, Paranormal Investigators
and Tarot Readers desire and meddle with to conjure-up or
make contact with that Obscured Unearthly Realm

The chasm I'm in, fixed in an nether-world that's located
somewhere West of Eden, and is in a place South of the
abode of the Angels Supernal, is not on any topographical
map that coordinates give to the location, exact

Neither on an EVP apparatus that reads the trace-amounts
of energy left-over by the disgruntled essence of the entity
when he made his final leave, waved his last goodbye and
bowed whilst the curtain closed and the "End Credits" of his
life rolled by... to enter into this Zone, one has to with the
study and Arcane knowledge of, make Eschatology and the
dark understanding of Daemonology his...

well-versed own