Magic I think is, essentially, processes by which we attempt to achieve various ends without a solid understanding of why what we’re doing will achieve those ends.

Like… IDK we didn’t understand what the physics behind ribbon curling (you know the kind you curl with scissors) until like 2015, but we did know that ribbon curled when you did the things… and like for a long time we didn’t understand why it was that forged iron implements got stronger when rapidly quenched in water, but like they did when we did the thing so we did the thing.

So magic is just us like… doing that basically and like we’re not sure which elements are important or why they work or how they work… or even 100% that they do work, but like… y’ know?

A Few Notes on Agrat Bat Mahlat

So having channelled Agrat, I have a few insights on her that I thought I’d share.  She is like the other three consorts of Lucifer associated with sex work and sex workers (according to lore).  She is the youngest of the four and was born of the Qliphoth Gamaliel and Nehemoth (according to my pendulum).  She is very heavily associated with witchcraft and illusion and is known as the roof dancer and daughter of disease.

Her presence is youthful, and giggly and fey.  She’s very like… she’s got this mischevious, sort of like pixieish energy to her, a little bit Marilyn Monroe.  She acts more innocent and coy than she is because she thinks it’s funny and has a lot of trickster deity in her.

She LOVES artificial things, and like well-done costume jewellery and fake designer stuff.

She loves opalite and cubic zirconium and lab-grown gems.  She also enjoys magic tricks and makeup (she and Naamah both especially like cosmetics but really all of them are into that).

These past few days with Damian have been spiritually and sexually… genuinely incredible, like “fucked by Satan” incredible. Like “bite mark bruises on my ass” incredible, like there is no part of me that doesn’t hurt incredible

My most recent tweets are a beautiful synthesis of fincuck rhetoric and vague Marxism (with a lot of toxic masculinity thrown in because fincuck):

So allow me to explain why #findomme is such an excellent system for female satisfaction. Many women want two things: Good hard dickings as provided by a big hard cock attached to a hot guy, and sparkly pretty expensive things.

The problem is, hot guys who can provide the good hard dickings are almost never the same guys who can provide us with the sparkly pretty expensive things we obviously deserve. Bougie guys have been statistically proven to have smaller dicks and less staying power.

Thus, #findomme, where alphas play, and losers pay, lets us bang the sexy lumpen prole bad boys we lust after, and the weak flabby unappetizing bourgeois pencil pushers who look like shit under their suits, pay for it all including the designer lingerie our lovers rip off us.

and thus I get designer shoes and diamonds and am a #spoiledprincess, but I get to be dicked down by sexy ass artists and rock musicians, who do manual labour and can thus fuck me properly. #fincuck #brattydomme