Reviews of Practitioners about the PLACE OF A SORCERER in life.
I, Mage Thanatos, have posted an article. Reviews of Practitioners about THE PLACE IN LIFE.
This is not my article. I am not the author. The authorship of this article belongs entirely to the Worthy Practitioner NimaNu. The original of this article can be found on His website: nnblood.ru. I fully confirm its reality as an authentic, detailed, and truthful description of everything that awaits the Practitioner on His Path. As at the beginning, in the middle, and in the further stages of the Witch's life. For I have the honor to live by these laws, to comprehend, evolve, and behold on my Practice all that is described here, and even more. And so I present to your attention:
THE PLACE IN LIFE.
In the dark, Sparkling World.
Where unjust Depth slumbers for centuries
And the Kingdom of shadows, shrouded in clouds,
Reveling in incomprehensible idols;
Rugged, swirling, black,
The constantly rotating primal CHAOS,
Forever dedicated to the Power of the unilluminated,
Formless,
And Void.
Chaldean Predictions of Zoroaster.
Where will the invisible road lead? For those who walk the secret path of knowledge. What awaits those who dare to cross the forbidden boundary of creation. I do not have the answer to these questions. I, on the path, see that we have no place in the minds of ordinary people... and do not even want to be there. As soon as you utter the words of a spell for the first time, the gates to another world open before you. In it, there are different values, different thinking, a different view, you yourself are not who you were before. You start living in two different worlds...
But the pain is that it is difficult for a man to live here and there simultaneously. Both worlds require time, of which you only have one. The more you live in the world of nights, the more you belong to it. The real world before your eyes loses its colors. Everything in the world of people becomes simple and boring. Friends... the only thing that remains and keeps you here. But even here, you begin to see the marks of that world. You gradually lose common interests, not all of them turn out to be friends. Many refuse to accept you as the "new" one. And to them, you've already become the old one. You try to warn them, alert them to possible troubles, spending your energy and time on it. And what do you hear in response? "How do you know what will happen? Stop messing around. I don't believe in this..." And someone will try to make fun of you. And you wanted to help. And they don't care about what knowing about the upcoming event cost you. And if your words come true... they just forget about your warning or it's just a coincidence for them. Thus, slowly, like sand through fingers, old friends irrevocably drift away. And new friends?... can they even be called friends? New ones usually have the same interests as you or similar. They are Servants of another world: Witches, Warlocks, Werewolves, and other unclean creatures. Hardly can you call them your friends. However strong your alliance may be, mutual help - all these relationships are fragile... and everyone knows that these "friends" will turn on you in case of downfall. They need your knowledge, strength, anything but not you. Spending time with you, they seek and find benefits in it, each their own. Indeed, you gradually transform into the same calculating creature. Slowly, step by step, you fade away into the world of shadows, becoming one of its inhabitants. And there is no way out of this quagmire, as returning from there, abandoning everything, means the closure of both worlds. The meaningless loss of all the skills acquired in the world of nights and the unwillingness to live without these skills in this world. Several years spent in vain? NO WAY. And you take a new step into the darkness. You are not just a servant of darkness, but you also begin to think like them. What is an unfamiliar person to you?... The answer is simple: nothing and no one. A lamb, a dog... just another animal, one of those you sacrificed to your gods. You become like the inhabitants of the night world.
"Two inhabitants of the world of darkness are sitting. ... One says to the other - Oh! look!
N. is coming. Clever guy. And he has the potential in our business. By the way, have you seen his girlfriend?
The second - Yes... Not a bad guy... and his girlfriend is cute.
But she gets in his way... He becomes soft with her, compassion awakens in him, he melts.
The first - Hmm, this is not right. We need to fix the matter."
This is an example of a conversation among senior inhabitants of the world of darkness. This conversation ended with the girlfriend getting hit by a car... the outcome, naturally, was lethal. And the guy became angrier than a dog. This is how they drive us towards activities - taking away precious "toys."
And time passes. What do you see - not all residents of that world are happy to see you, as it seemed before, the world of darkness turned out to be aggressive. Some of its inhabitants block your way: "Where are you going?" - they protest. And the older and more experienced ones don't even pay attention to you, they are already overwhelmed with work. What have you come to? Understanding that you consciously walked into the trap of the night and the night accepted you. The past appears in a different light: these creatures were playing along, wearing masks on their faces so that you would continue, so that you would delve deeper into their dark existence. They only showed the allure of serving darkness. You gained initial knowledge by distancing yourself from people. The world of humans became cramped and suffocating for you. But the world of darkness lures and calls with sweet dreams of undiscovered knowledge. But you grow tired of the overt hatred of the night's servants, tired of their constant betrayal, tired of the constant hassle. And you can only rest in this accustomed world of humans with those who are left from the former circle of friends. You can distract and detach yourself from everything, even briefly. You are still human and you need to rest, even occasionally. You make a new decision because going back just doesn't make sense, you need to move forward and gather new knowledge among the nights. With this knowledge, you will build your cloudless future in this real world. Oh, how good it would be if it were true...
You bypass the guardians of knowledge, fight for new skills, lose loved ones and relatives for your mistakes... What have you turned into? A zealous guardian of knowledge, for you know its value and have fully paid for it. And what's next! Newcomers appear, shouting, "Give me that knowledge!" And you exclaim, "Where do you think you're going!" There's no time to look back. War. It is everywhere, and even in your heart, you become part of it. In the world of humans, you no longer hide who you are, and hardly anyone is interested. New acquaintances are rare. Open disdain for people. "What do they know? They don't even realize the great battle going on right under their noses." Your attire and almost constant mourning give you away and reveal your line of work - a Sorcerer. Evil gleams in your eyes. Death is better than living as a simple human, like a worm, knowing and seeing nothing. Not a step back! Forward to new knowledge and skills! Over heads, over skulls, by any means necessary. It becomes like a drug. Nothing else interests you. Years fly by in the war. It passes by in a frenzy.
Here you see that there are not many like you left. There is no one to fight on equal terms. Those who are equal have reason, just like you, and the strongest do not wish to waste their time on wars. You have faced the gods, spirits, and everyone else you can and can't imagine. You have enough knowledge to build your prosperity among humans.... HAHA RAN AWAY! Looking back, you see that on the way to this "level" you managed to cross not only with those like yourself but also with the gods... and they really don't like that. You know that going against them was unavoidable. You can never gather the necessary knowledge without "crossing paths" with someone. And the GAME begins. The gods do not wish to kill you, because experienced masters are always needed. But to test your endurance... and simply hand over knowledge to you is of no interest to them. Suddenly, you may not be worthy. And it starts... What's at stake? Everything dear to you: beings, objects, people, etc., in order of priority. And you must defend all of this, not just once, but many times, before the gods, spirits, demons - in short, "everyone is playing!" On the other side, there are knowledge, fulfilling your desires, and so on. This game is eternal; there are no breaks, saves, cheat codes. Every word, every glance and movement, every thought, other players are watching it all. In the game, you cannot replay something that has been lost, it disappears forever. And again, bit by bit, you lose what is dear to you, and there is no way back. In the world of shadows, there is no happiness or friendship, they do not mourn the dead here. And you come to this prison yourself. Humans will never understand you... why you chose this path and why you don't want to leave it. For them, leaving: "it's so simple, just stop doing all of this." They cannot fathom that despite any losses, you do not want to leave. You haven't lived among humans for a long time; you are there, in that world that they are never allowed to know. The black world has given you what you have, you are a part of it, you are one with it. Passing among humans, you see things that are unseen to them, in your understanding, there are no unexplainable phenomena. You are more advanced in your knowledge of their world. Although they consider you mad. Your place is in the world of eternal night among sorcerers, witches, spirits, demons, and all kinds of unclean beings. Being with them is easier and more interesting than being with humans. SO GO, GO, INTO THE DARK GLEAMING WORLD! FOR ITS INHABITANTS HAVE NO PLACE IN THE AWARENESS OF HUMANS!
This is written for those who are starting their path. It is different for everyone. For some, it may resemble this story, for others, it may be entirely different. I believe it is useful to have an approximate idea of what awaits you. This story is written based on the words of several residents of the world of nights. I have written the most similar parts of their stories without going into describing specific cases or feelings that those who have experienced these events may have. Much of what is said remains unwritten. What I have heard will forever remain in my memory. And the one walking the path of eternal night will discover the truths themselves, engraving them in their mind with an indestructible screech. For experienced readers, I want to note that the world of darkness, night, shadows are used synonymously here. I know that this is not correct, but I allow myself this liberty.
"I pierce the heavenly vaults,
I reject the barriers of the earth.
I feel the miracle of freedom,
I am the hated child of the family.
Beasts and people cursed me,
Convincing themselves they are God's judges.
And I just laughed while tasting curses,
And I surrendered myself to Death's embrace.
I walk the path of the night, boldly through the sky,
With a soul of the dead, trumpeting victory.
I am the embodiment of your Hell,
And the cries of the damned, that is the reward…"
(Nimam)
And while you can settle on the top of the "bald mountain". And how is it?! Ahhh... even worse than inside, shameless flattery, lies in the eyes, you don't believe a single word, glance, and all the admiration goes beyond all limits. This is due to Fear. This small thing in the form of impurity and small, unprospective dwellers of darkness are ready to crawl and fawn before you just because you are stronger. Soon, it starts making you sick. People... Oh, people! You need to socialize with people, how could you forget about them? Completely lost your way. But here's the problem... people don't want to interact with you - they just want to live. They see only trouble in you that will come their way as a result of being with you. You have long been seen as the embodiment of evil to them. Your voice, your gaze... turning into nightmares when they dream... it will be difficult to convince them that you are not a threat. But do you need that? Engage in this nonsense. "Yes. I need somehow to relax and have fun." It's time to enjoy yourself in the world of humans, and as Carlson said, "now it's time for me to have a little mischief." If you don't want to see friendship and virtue in others, then get what you want :) and with a playful smile, you start misbehaving. Oh, how pitiful you humans are! You exclaim. None of you can resist! Where is your almighty god? Why doesn't he stop us? Where are the great, bright mages who will protect you? What can you oppose to the all-powerful force of evil? Your gods simply forgot about you! They went to sleep! You are horrified by bloody rituals. You fear our hatred and rage. Your cowardice is striking, and your courage is ridiculous because you cannot defend yourselves in any way. Your pitiful world is on the verge of destruction because of your cowardice. If you don't destroy yourselves in a war among yourselves, you will soon become slaves and servants to the Great Masters. You wage war because you are afraid. You do not hinder the growth of evil because you tremble for your pitiful souls, even without a clear idea of what that is. And what can you do? To mock you is like tormenting a mouse that cannot respond in any way. And even if it bites, it's not a great loss. There is nothing unpredictable that you can do that the Masters cannot anticipate. Your knowledge is only in the material sphere that you can see or touch; otherwise, you resemble the inhabitants of the Stone Age. And how can you call us mad without even knowing about our knowledge when we are acquainted with yours? To tell you about our world is the same as explaining to a person from before Christ's birth what a television is... they would also say that you are out of your mind. People, you are far from being perfect, you separate yourself from the animal world thinking you are more developed hahaha you are just little animals. Helpless in front of an experienced hunter armed with knowledge in the form of a gun. Your only salvation is not to be noticed by the Master of Darkness; otherwise, you are simply defenseless, living only at the mercy of the winner. You accuse us of excessive cruelty, heartlessness, malice, hatred for all living things, and unrestrained rage. Forgetting that you yourself raised us this way, making us outcasts of your so-called society. When driving out a beast, remember that when it grows up, it will return for its persecutor, and then there will be no salvation from it. Growing up in a cruel world of darkness, becoming its embodiment, the beast accumulates hidden resentment, and great storms mature in the pelt of a beaten cub. Years later, when it feels its power in that world, you will be powerless against it, as there will come a time to settle scores. Something you dislike doing, talking about injustice and evil towards you. Not wanting to acknowledge your wrongdoings when banishing and neglecting a young beast, branding it and mocking it. Now that you have seen the real power of evil embodied in its face, are you ready to grovel and beg for mercy, hiding behind your children, saying that you still need to raise them. What a surprise it is when you realize that the beast knows no mercy, it is beyond its comprehension because it has never seen it from anyone. Growing up in misunderstanding, neglect, hatred, and open disrespect, it turns into a living embodiment of human nightmares. YOUR world breeds hatred and malice, while the world of darkness only teaches and gives strength. So where are you brave ones?! Who are not afraid to stand up against the beast? Against the Master, not a young man with strange inclinations and ideals. Why the silence? Only fear in the eyes... Yes, there are those who can resist the Children of Darkness, but they are too few. There are also the young ones, with 1-3 years of practice, those who are ready to recklessly leap into action, without realizing that the adult servants of evil won't even look their way, and their wars and battles are only with their peers and those who are "equal" to them. It's impossible to win against someone stronger. That's only in fairy tales; there are no coincidences in life. When faced with a truly experienced Master, at best, you will see a smirk and continue living as if nothing happened. But if you manage to anger them, you will pray for a quick death. Masters of evil do not forgive offenses, they will live as long as their tormentor lives, because their hatred is their life. The power of evil is now only compensated by evil itself. A snake biting its own tail. If the rage of the black masters never turned back on themselves, this world would have long been under their rule. But it seems that it is destined for Darkness consuming Darkness to grow in strength, but not in quantity. It is evident that the Great Masters have nothing to do with the happenings here, and they are absolutely indifferent to who is in the "count". They are preoccupied with something else, more necessary or essential. And how low we have sunk! Now you not only hate everyone, but it seems that everyone around you also looks at you askance. There is no talk of friendship with humans. They are too pitiful creatures. But surprisingly, there are exceptions, and their regularity is unknown to me. And the population around you is not very friendly either. So your interests remain only in the world of Darkness. In this life, only a shadow of your former self remains, and the appearance of your standardness and similarity to others. But what is inside you cannot be conveyed in words, and hardly anyone will know about it, because you cannot even talk to your reflection without fear. It's difficult to live among enemies, but you are the Master. This is one of the prices for knowledge and power, but there is still much ahead. And again, your eyes are clouded by the curtain of thirst... you move forward once again. "And the only companion hiding behind, Loneliness always walks behind you" (Thema and Yevin) Who can understand the soul of a loner, who saw otherworldly heavens and let evil into their hearts? The one who paid with friends and souls, blood and lives? The one who was told to "stop," but kept going, who was burned but remained silent? Whose ideals are unknown and goals are a mystery? Why do they delve into darkness and so willingly surrender to its merciless embrace, knowing that there will be no way back? "People of light" have been asking this question for millennia... but they do not understand a single answer because they cannot comprehend how such a thing can be. They do not understand that evil is a drug, and once you try it and accept it as an integral part of yourself, like addicts, you strive for a new dose, even more, even stronger, paying an even higher price, risking your life. (a very crude comparison) Evil lures with its power, its untapped possibilities, captivates with its mystery... And that compels one to test its powers themselves. There are also those who are destined for this path.
Evil has opened its doors to us, but it appears as evil only to those who view it from the side of light. In evil, there are harsh truths that do not exist and will not exist in the light. We look at you, those on the other side, and see only your lies in which you are mired. We judge ourselves immediately and on the spot, without waiting for anyone or anything, we do not need a god to sort out our problems. When we have troubles, we seek the origin of them in our own deeds, without blaming the Deceiver who got in the way. We do not cry for the dead, hypocritically, knowing that our tears will not help anymore, only preserving the memory of those who deserve it. And our eternal mourning will fully pay tribute. How can you judge the priceless nature of life without ever taking it away, paying for it, or selling it? Yes, we consume our own kind, but those who survive are free from dogmas and strong, truths are visible through the blood of our own kind. There are many of us, and we do not have a unified point of view, but this allows us to see the world as it is, not as someone else portrays it. What is your existence without us? Only when things get worse do you notice what was good! Not a single one of your religions could exist without the power of evil, as they all rely on us, trying to fence us off. We live freely without you and exist in our darkness free from all the shackles of religions... Our religion is the knowledge of the truth of existence...
"There are many like us, We are children from Hell
Alive or Dead, do not judge us
And the one who called himself a judge from God
After death, the road to Hell is the only way for him!
I want to add from myself: Delving into the Dark Path of the Sorcerer solely out of curiosity, to satisfy sporting interest, for adrenaline and amusement, I HIGHLY advise against it! Those particularly curious will face Death, and there may also be extremely irreversible tragic consequences, both in a life doomed to constant negativity, as well as in the Afterlife, lasting ETERNALLY. Before "joking" and acting lightly, think carefully. The Path of the Sorcerer is NOT for the cheerful, positive, and curious, remember that!
The article was posted by Mag Thanatos. Reviews from Practitioners about the PLACE IN LIFE.
I, Mage Thanatos, have posted an article. Reviews of Practitioners about THE PLACE IN LIFE.
This is not my article. I am not the author. The authorship of this article belongs entirely to the Worthy Practitioner NimaNu. The original of this article can be found on His website: nnblood.ru. I fully confirm its reality as an authentic, detailed, and truthful description of everything that awaits the Practitioner on His Path. As at the beginning, in the middle, and in the further stages of the Witch's life. For I have the honor to live by these laws, to comprehend, evolve, and behold on my Practice all that is described here, and even more. And so I present to your attention:
THE PLACE IN LIFE.
In the dark, Sparkling World.
Where unjust Depth slumbers for centuries
And the Kingdom of shadows, shrouded in clouds,
Reveling in incomprehensible idols;
Rugged, swirling, black,
The constantly rotating primal CHAOS,
Forever dedicated to the Power of the unilluminated,
Formless,
And Void.
Chaldean Predictions of Zoroaster.
Where will the invisible road lead? For those who walk the secret path of knowledge. What awaits those who dare to cross the forbidden boundary of creation. I do not have the answer to these questions. I, on the path, see that we have no place in the minds of ordinary people... and do not even want to be there. As soon as you utter the words of a spell for the first time, the gates to another world open before you. In it, there are different values, different thinking, a different view, you yourself are not who you were before. You start living in two different worlds...
But the pain is that it is difficult for a man to live here and there simultaneously. Both worlds require time, of which you only have one. The more you live in the world of nights, the more you belong to it. The real world before your eyes loses its colors. Everything in the world of people becomes simple and boring. Friends... the only thing that remains and keeps you here. But even here, you begin to see the marks of that world. You gradually lose common interests, not all of them turn out to be friends. Many refuse to accept you as the "new" one. And to them, you've already become the old one. You try to warn them, alert them to possible troubles, spending your energy and time on it. And what do you hear in response? "How do you know what will happen? Stop messing around. I don't believe in this..." And someone will try to make fun of you. And you wanted to help. And they don't care about what knowing about the upcoming event cost you. And if your words come true... they just forget about your warning or it's just a coincidence for them. Thus, slowly, like sand through fingers, old friends irrevocably drift away. And new friends?... can they even be called friends? New ones usually have the same interests as you or similar. They are Servants of another world: Witches, Warlocks, Werewolves, and other unclean creatures. Hardly can you call them your friends. However strong your alliance may be, mutual help - all these relationships are fragile... and everyone knows that these "friends" will turn on you in case of downfall. They need your knowledge, strength, anything but not you. Spending time with you, they seek and find benefits in it, each their own. Indeed, you gradually transform into the same calculating creature. Slowly, step by step, you fade away into the world of shadows, becoming one of its inhabitants. And there is no way out of this quagmire, as returning from there, abandoning everything, means the closure of both worlds. The meaningless loss of all the skills acquired in the world of nights and the unwillingness to live without these skills in this world. Several years spent in vain? NO WAY. And you take a new step into the darkness. You are not just a servant of darkness, but you also begin to think like them. What is an unfamiliar person to you?... The answer is simple: nothing and no one. A lamb, a dog... just another animal, one of those you sacrificed to your gods. You become like the inhabitants of the night world.
"Two inhabitants of the world of darkness are sitting. ... One says to the other - Oh! look!
N. is coming. Clever guy. And he has the potential in our business. By the way, have you seen his girlfriend?
The second - Yes... Not a bad guy... and his girlfriend is cute.
But she gets in his way... He becomes soft with her, compassion awakens in him, he melts.
The first - Hmm, this is not right. We need to fix the matter."
This is an example of a conversation among senior inhabitants of the world of darkness. This conversation ended with the girlfriend getting hit by a car... the outcome, naturally, was lethal. And the guy became angrier than a dog. This is how they drive us towards activities - taking away precious "toys."
And time passes. What do you see - not all residents of that world are happy to see you, as it seemed before, the world of darkness turned out to be aggressive. Some of its inhabitants block your way: "Where are you going?" - they protest. And the older and more experienced ones don't even pay attention to you, they are already overwhelmed with work. What have you come to? Understanding that you consciously walked into the trap of the night and the night accepted you. The past appears in a different light: these creatures were playing along, wearing masks on their faces so that you would continue, so that you would delve deeper into their dark existence. They only showed the allure of serving darkness. You gained initial knowledge by distancing yourself from people. The world of humans became cramped and suffocating for you. But the world of darkness lures and calls with sweet dreams of undiscovered knowledge. But you grow tired of the overt hatred of the night's servants, tired of their constant betrayal, tired of the constant hassle. And you can only rest in this accustomed world of humans with those who are left from the former circle of friends. You can distract and detach yourself from everything, even briefly. You are still human and you need to rest, even occasionally. You make a new decision because going back just doesn't make sense, you need to move forward and gather new knowledge among the nights. With this knowledge, you will build your cloudless future in this real world. Oh, how good it would be if it were true...
You bypass the guardians of knowledge, fight for new skills, lose loved ones and relatives for your mistakes... What have you turned into? A zealous guardian of knowledge, for you know its value and have fully paid for it. And what's next! Newcomers appear, shouting, "Give me that knowledge!" And you exclaim, "Where do you think you're going!" There's no time to look back. War. It is everywhere, and even in your heart, you become part of it. In the world of humans, you no longer hide who you are, and hardly anyone is interested. New acquaintances are rare. Open disdain for people. "What do they know? They don't even realize the great battle going on right under their noses." Your attire and almost constant mourning give you away and reveal your line of work - a Sorcerer. Evil gleams in your eyes. Death is better than living as a simple human, like a worm, knowing and seeing nothing. Not a step back! Forward to new knowledge and skills! Over heads, over skulls, by any means necessary. It becomes like a drug. Nothing else interests you. Years fly by in the war. It passes by in a frenzy.
Here you see that there are not many like you left. There is no one to fight on equal terms. Those who are equal have reason, just like you, and the strongest do not wish to waste their time on wars. You have faced the gods, spirits, and everyone else you can and can't imagine. You have enough knowledge to build your prosperity among humans.... HAHA RAN AWAY! Looking back, you see that on the way to this "level" you managed to cross not only with those like yourself but also with the gods... and they really don't like that. You know that going against them was unavoidable. You can never gather the necessary knowledge without "crossing paths" with someone. And the GAME begins. The gods do not wish to kill you, because experienced masters are always needed. But to test your endurance... and simply hand over knowledge to you is of no interest to them. Suddenly, you may not be worthy. And it starts... What's at stake? Everything dear to you: beings, objects, people, etc., in order of priority. And you must defend all of this, not just once, but many times, before the gods, spirits, demons - in short, "everyone is playing!" On the other side, there are knowledge, fulfilling your desires, and so on. This game is eternal; there are no breaks, saves, cheat codes. Every word, every glance and movement, every thought, other players are watching it all. In the game, you cannot replay something that has been lost, it disappears forever. And again, bit by bit, you lose what is dear to you, and there is no way back. In the world of shadows, there is no happiness or friendship, they do not mourn the dead here. And you come to this prison yourself. Humans will never understand you... why you chose this path and why you don't want to leave it. For them, leaving: "it's so simple, just stop doing all of this." They cannot fathom that despite any losses, you do not want to leave. You haven't lived among humans for a long time; you are there, in that world that they are never allowed to know. The black world has given you what you have, you are a part of it, you are one with it. Passing among humans, you see things that are unseen to them, in your understanding, there are no unexplainable phenomena. You are more advanced in your knowledge of their world. Although they consider you mad. Your place is in the world of eternal night among sorcerers, witches, spirits, demons, and all kinds of unclean beings. Being with them is easier and more interesting than being with humans. SO GO, GO, INTO THE DARK GLEAMING WORLD! FOR ITS INHABITANTS HAVE NO PLACE IN THE AWARENESS OF HUMANS!
This is written for those who are starting their path. It is different for everyone. For some, it may resemble this story, for others, it may be entirely different. I believe it is useful to have an approximate idea of what awaits you. This story is written based on the words of several residents of the world of nights. I have written the most similar parts of their stories without going into describing specific cases or feelings that those who have experienced these events may have. Much of what is said remains unwritten. What I have heard will forever remain in my memory. And the one walking the path of eternal night will discover the truths themselves, engraving them in their mind with an indestructible screech. For experienced readers, I want to note that the world of darkness, night, shadows are used synonymously here. I know that this is not correct, but I allow myself this liberty.
"I pierce the heavenly vaults,
I reject the barriers of the earth.
I feel the miracle of freedom,
I am the hated child of the family.
Beasts and people cursed me,
Convincing themselves they are God's judges.
And I just laughed while tasting curses,
And I surrendered myself to Death's embrace.
I walk the path of the night, boldly through the sky,
With a soul of the dead, trumpeting victory.
I am the embodiment of your Hell,
And the cries of the damned, that is the reward…"
(Nimam)
And while you can settle on the top of the "bald mountain". And how is it?! Ahhh... even worse than inside, shameless flattery, lies in the eyes, you don't believe a single word, glance, and all the admiration goes beyond all limits. This is due to Fear. This small thing in the form of impurity and small, unprospective dwellers of darkness are ready to crawl and fawn before you just because you are stronger. Soon, it starts making you sick. People... Oh, people! You need to socialize with people, how could you forget about them? Completely lost your way. But here's the problem... people don't want to interact with you - they just want to live. They see only trouble in you that will come their way as a result of being with you. You have long been seen as the embodiment of evil to them. Your voice, your gaze... turning into nightmares when they dream... it will be difficult to convince them that you are not a threat. But do you need that? Engage in this nonsense. "Yes. I need somehow to relax and have fun." It's time to enjoy yourself in the world of humans, and as Carlson said, "now it's time for me to have a little mischief." If you don't want to see friendship and virtue in others, then get what you want :) and with a playful smile, you start misbehaving. Oh, how pitiful you humans are! You exclaim. None of you can resist! Where is your almighty god? Why doesn't he stop us? Where are the great, bright mages who will protect you? What can you oppose to the all-powerful force of evil? Your gods simply forgot about you! They went to sleep! You are horrified by bloody rituals. You fear our hatred and rage. Your cowardice is striking, and your courage is ridiculous because you cannot defend yourselves in any way. Your pitiful world is on the verge of destruction because of your cowardice. If you don't destroy yourselves in a war among yourselves, you will soon become slaves and servants to the Great Masters. You wage war because you are afraid. You do not hinder the growth of evil because you tremble for your pitiful souls, even without a clear idea of what that is. And what can you do? To mock you is like tormenting a mouse that cannot respond in any way. And even if it bites, it's not a great loss. There is nothing unpredictable that you can do that the Masters cannot anticipate. Your knowledge is only in the material sphere that you can see or touch; otherwise, you resemble the inhabitants of the Stone Age. And how can you call us mad without even knowing about our knowledge when we are acquainted with yours? To tell you about our world is the same as explaining to a person from before Christ's birth what a television is... they would also say that you are out of your mind. People, you are far from being perfect, you separate yourself from the animal world thinking you are more developed hahaha you are just little animals. Helpless in front of an experienced hunter armed with knowledge in the form of a gun. Your only salvation is not to be noticed by the Master of Darkness; otherwise, you are simply defenseless, living only at the mercy of the winner. You accuse us of excessive cruelty, heartlessness, malice, hatred for all living things, and unrestrained rage. Forgetting that you yourself raised us this way, making us outcasts of your so-called society. When driving out a beast, remember that when it grows up, it will return for its persecutor, and then there will be no salvation from it. Growing up in a cruel world of darkness, becoming its embodiment, the beast accumulates hidden resentment, and great storms mature in the pelt of a beaten cub. Years later, when it feels its power in that world, you will be powerless against it, as there will come a time to settle scores. Something you dislike doing, talking about injustice and evil towards you. Not wanting to acknowledge your wrongdoings when banishing and neglecting a young beast, branding it and mocking it. Now that you have seen the real power of evil embodied in its face, are you ready to grovel and beg for mercy, hiding behind your children, saying that you still need to raise them. What a surprise it is when you realize that the beast knows no mercy, it is beyond its comprehension because it has never seen it from anyone. Growing up in misunderstanding, neglect, hatred, and open disrespect, it turns into a living embodiment of human nightmares. YOUR world breeds hatred and malice, while the world of darkness only teaches and gives strength. So where are you brave ones?! Who are not afraid to stand up against the beast? Against the Master, not a young man with strange inclinations and ideals. Why the silence? Only fear in the eyes... Yes, there are those who can resist the Children of Darkness, but they are too few. There are also the young ones, with 1-3 years of practice, those who are ready to recklessly leap into action, without realizing that the adult servants of evil won't even look their way, and their wars and battles are only with their peers and those who are "equal" to them. It's impossible to win against someone stronger. That's only in fairy tales; there are no coincidences in life. When faced with a truly experienced Master, at best, you will see a smirk and continue living as if nothing happened. But if you manage to anger them, you will pray for a quick death. Masters of evil do not forgive offenses, they will live as long as their tormentor lives, because their hatred is their life. The power of evil is now only compensated by evil itself. A snake biting its own tail. If the rage of the black masters never turned back on themselves, this world would have long been under their rule. But it seems that it is destined for Darkness consuming Darkness to grow in strength, but not in quantity. It is evident that the Great Masters have nothing to do with the happenings here, and they are absolutely indifferent to who is in the "count". They are preoccupied with something else, more necessary or essential. And how low we have sunk! Now you not only hate everyone, but it seems that everyone around you also looks at you askance. There is no talk of friendship with humans. They are too pitiful creatures. But surprisingly, there are exceptions, and their regularity is unknown to me. And the population around you is not very friendly either. So your interests remain only in the world of Darkness. In this life, only a shadow of your former self remains, and the appearance of your standardness and similarity to others. But what is inside you cannot be conveyed in words, and hardly anyone will know about it, because you cannot even talk to your reflection without fear. It's difficult to live among enemies, but you are the Master. This is one of the prices for knowledge and power, but there is still much ahead. And again, your eyes are clouded by the curtain of thirst... you move forward once again. "And the only companion hiding behind, Loneliness always walks behind you" (Thema and Yevin) Who can understand the soul of a loner, who saw otherworldly heavens and let evil into their hearts? The one who paid with friends and souls, blood and lives? The one who was told to "stop," but kept going, who was burned but remained silent? Whose ideals are unknown and goals are a mystery? Why do they delve into darkness and so willingly surrender to its merciless embrace, knowing that there will be no way back? "People of light" have been asking this question for millennia... but they do not understand a single answer because they cannot comprehend how such a thing can be. They do not understand that evil is a drug, and once you try it and accept it as an integral part of yourself, like addicts, you strive for a new dose, even more, even stronger, paying an even higher price, risking your life. (a very crude comparison) Evil lures with its power, its untapped possibilities, captivates with its mystery... And that compels one to test its powers themselves. There are also those who are destined for this path.
Evil has opened its doors to us, but it appears as evil only to those who view it from the side of light. In evil, there are harsh truths that do not exist and will not exist in the light. We look at you, those on the other side, and see only your lies in which you are mired. We judge ourselves immediately and on the spot, without waiting for anyone or anything, we do not need a god to sort out our problems. When we have troubles, we seek the origin of them in our own deeds, without blaming the Deceiver who got in the way. We do not cry for the dead, hypocritically, knowing that our tears will not help anymore, only preserving the memory of those who deserve it. And our eternal mourning will fully pay tribute. How can you judge the priceless nature of life without ever taking it away, paying for it, or selling it? Yes, we consume our own kind, but those who survive are free from dogmas and strong, truths are visible through the blood of our own kind. There are many of us, and we do not have a unified point of view, but this allows us to see the world as it is, not as someone else portrays it. What is your existence without us? Only when things get worse do you notice what was good! Not a single one of your religions could exist without the power of evil, as they all rely on us, trying to fence us off. We live freely without you and exist in our darkness free from all the shackles of religions... Our religion is the knowledge of the truth of existence...
"There are many like us, We are children from Hell
Alive or Dead, do not judge us
And the one who called himself a judge from God
After death, the road to Hell is the only way for him!
I want to add from myself: Delving into the Dark Path of the Sorcerer solely out of curiosity, to satisfy sporting interest, for adrenaline and amusement, I HIGHLY advise against it! Those particularly curious will face Death, and there may also be extremely irreversible tragic consequences, both in a life doomed to constant negativity, as well as in the Afterlife, lasting ETERNALLY. Before "joking" and acting lightly, think carefully. The Path of the Sorcerer is NOT for the cheerful, positive, and curious, remember that!
The article was posted by Mag Thanatos. Reviews from Practitioners about the PLACE IN LIFE.
