"The Original Madre of We All... Lilith; not Eve"

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 what once was
or just gaunt imagery of a man who once
lived, or now, that is deceased

An mirror is my face, reflecting of quickly
fading memories; scars etched into an
canvas of infernal misery...

I've already crossed-over, so when in the
night lay I down... it's six-hundred threescore
and six feet deep, with the walking dead and
those departed, recently

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...

The Supernal for a while vied for my mortal soul;
but over and over again; little by little; and grasps
not enough strong, lost their control

For ages and eons, the births of pure souls, have
been anticipated and awaited for; uninhabited as
of yet... not having been tarnished by the Christian
Deity whom they say...

"Wants Sons and Daughters for his Progeny to Beget,"

But, I'm one less essence that the euphoric gates will
be in, welcoming...

Because

Through the guidance and instruction of the Lord of the
Ouija one dark night, an Gateway unto the infernal dimensions
of the lower-realms was revealed, through conjuring and
arcane incantations

The netherworld entity whom was the Purveyor to me of Arcane
Knowledge, spelled-out why Hel's Hierarchy 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 into the Pantheon of the Legions of the
God's


The Message Transposed:


The Messenger breathed into my soul the Sigal Them-self
through possession whilst I Them-self was Channeling

The purpose as to why Them had from Hel's depths arrived was
to engrave an new name in me, and an older soul... one that
having its origin ere the Christian's High Lord; the one
that they promoted and used to usurp all of the then existing
Deities and pretentiously claim an ill-fated victory

Even now, whilst this writing, There energy within, and pulses are
charging me and surging like Lightning

"My Name is Legion; for We are Many" ...

"The One who is doing Our Bidding, Conversant the Vehicle of
 Writing, has His Name, Imagined and Prescribed in the Hollows
 of Hel... Dantalion; as by Breath of Mouth Ours, it is Spoken;
 so Shall He, Him Become: Born He was, this Being unto

"In the Ranks of Prehuman Races We had Our Seats and Places;
 from Primordial Eons of Time, Inside the Echelon (which dwells
 within the Sphere of this Earth) We Dined on all We Chose; with
 Your Women, In-seeded We... in Dreams; in Realities;

"We are the Origins of the Adam man, "Luuusiiifirian; not cause
 of Him Fallen, but Cause of Him Gaining All the Arcane
 Knowledge once time Hidden in the Bowels of (t)hiss Earth;

"Himself did not Lilith Entice into the thing kaaallled sin, and by
 that, them Died"

"He Ate of the Fruit that She Bared Before Him, and They Two,
 it of, did Partake and "We, the Legions Enlivened, are made
 Enlightened and Know all; We are Legion; We are Many; We
 are God; His-selves are One; Hiss-selves Pantheon, are many"  

"We are the Phantom; the Whisps; the bone-chilling breaths
 that thrill-seeking, Ghost Hunting, Paranormal Investigators
 and Tarot Readers desire and meddle with to conjure-up or
 make contract with; via Necromancy Conjure-up and Unearth
 the Secrets Hidden in Our Girth...

Eat of the Flesh of Lilith and Drink of Her Flow; Herself lies...
spread-out Between the Realms, Crux-insertion Style, awaiting
for into Her Body Your Entrance, so She can Spill-out"