Saturnian Witch Cult

[Gadzookss]

In 1971, on a sunny afternoon in a western Sydney suburb, I was a baby seated in a highchair at the end of the kitchen table where Mum and Dad were sitting at the corner within reach and could see me.

I was enjoying the pleasant discussions they were having about their future and that of several loved ones.

Other child siblings were nearby outside, but out of my focused awareness at the time.

 

I felt a loud incoming energy of human intention focused on the room, specifically my Mother.
I quickly reduced myself, as a lens was placed to view people there; from their end it was simply a shared cast scry for several.

The viewers had a brief discussion, a female confirmed, before “hefting themselves” towards target.

In through the wall came 6 humans in spirit projection (astral traveling) all clad in black assorted clothing. A few thoughts of my parents from some social gathering event flickered as they stood glaring.

One female who felt new to that group was eagerly sadistic, seemingly the most vociferous of them in choosing Mum to be messed with.

Something to do with when that person was a girl, but she didn’t go over whatever it was so I didn’t glean, at that time was only being aware of projected energies as I had to maintain “just a baby”.

 

Watched for a while as they fabricated and pulled marionette strings on Mum.

When she looked to be about to say something, that woman would interfere with a surge of possession and redirection.

Which caused Mum to say nasty things (it was the mouth of that woman speaking through her).

That shocked her each time she found herself not saying her formulated thoughts but horrible things at Dad, she started crying and professing to Dad that she felt that she was going crazy, she didn’t mean to say those things.

They got up, he consoling her, and left the room for the bathroom.

 

The six scoundrels guffawed and flailed about in great humour, at causing harm.

 

I certainly got incensed at what they did, but moreso at how they were reveling in doing an obvious wrong.

Despite being in a vulnerable baby state, I called out (telepathically)

"STOP!”

 

at which they looked at me eyebrows raised.

 

“How dare you!! Get out of here at once!" I demanded.

 

They started, turned to one another in surprise, then approached me menacingly with stooped postures and hands out (like claws) as if wading through a chest deep bog (seemed a bit rehearsed, lame).

A man stated "The little #%$# can see us can he!?"

"YOU LITTLE #@^%#!" another piped in, as a few more projected thoughts were flung by the others.

They bounced off each other with indirect whimsical and mad questions about me, threatened to visit in bodies and do evil to my family, all the while grinning at my baby fear and anguish ...quite vulgar.

 

After 4 days of them returning and hassling me (different scenes played out), I finally started to shut down, got sick on purpose to see if they would relent. Nope.

I kept my 2 selves mostly separate when they were present, but had managed to at least put some “cotton wool” about my physical form, which didn’t help that much really as they pecked and pecked.

 

Incursions ceased after about 10 days of sporadic popping in, especially the last two times when I managed to effect apparent numbness to their presence and seem like I was all physical focused.

 

These twits are traitors to humanity, serving/worshipping The Enemy.

Title of post refers to who they serve amongst the pentad of false "gods".

 
Will make posts on further incidents that relate to this information.

[Gadzookss]

Witch is a broad sweeping term, nowadays due to the popularization of Wicca and Witchcraft you get all sorts of good people pursuing it.
Which is cool.
It is fine to engage in such practices, except for the false “gods” bit …oh, and jeepers, some of those techniques/approaches which are really rather bad! lol
 

A lot of batty bints/superstitious ning nongs tend to carry on gesticulating in the air, "snatching at fairies", don't need books to lead someone down the wrong path and into dark Witchery.

 

To those who cast seemingly innocuous curses – c'mon, ffs please desist and do what you can to reform your world, a reckoning is nigh and your actual goodness may be overlooked as the multi-planular interstellar war for Liberty of Humanity begins.

Very doubtful there will be time for case by case, you silly buggers playing at that sort of thing are marked and might wanna start fixing your errs now.

 

There are plenty of goblin souled Witch polluters, and the clowns that fawn on them, around wherever there are enough humans for them to go unnoticed.

 

All sorts of darksome human creeps can be found where most would not suspect: 

Judges, doctors, police, lawyers, army, firefighters, etc gather for an evening as normal …invitations given to promising people who could be swayed at gatherings. If accepted, they incrementally sink into the filth, depravity, influences beyond human boundaries and become corrupted.

The seduction and perversions into darkness are rife amongst our societies on all levels.

 

For a long time I sought the company of those who were into the same push to evolve, western hermetics (was another role) ...ended up amongst naughty magicians and psychic suckers it turned out time and again. A futile and pointless yearn but by golly I have seen the overwhelm of opportunity in such people let them fall so often - sure, they get some knick-knacks, but they lose integrity of soul.

 

Many of the actual cultists (not the scores of people just having fun and being pleasant or larping) keep their darkness shelved quite effectively, only bringing it out in private or when in pack with other smelly bums.

 

 

 

In 1993, it was about 10:30pm I was a bit drunk and walking along shopfronts in Burnie, Tasmania, on our way to a different bar but spread out & trailing after two mates.

 

Feeling a group of possible practitioners ahead doing some sort of amorphous actions. I kept my head down and only displayed surface glib interests in mystical stuff hoping to bump into whoever it might be.

Other higher perspicacity was likewise put through “muffler” earlier in the day, so... “Let’s go this way fellas”.

 

The other two were ahead a bit, as I passed by a shop and my attention was drawn to what was being generated energetically inside there, but also the bawdiness of the scene through the glass of shop door.

 

There inside the front area of the store, partially on a ramp, was 30 or so people naked and writhing in an orgy on the floor, an older man seated (lol, only just realized on review he was sitting on some of them) with a white short neatly cropped hair and beard holding a large ornate book with metal and leather binding, reciting some fiendish nonsense from it!

Words given power by presence of the evocated daughters of darkness and then their Queen at some point during the proceedings.

Yet I kept walking whilst facing this weird spectacle, so that what I saw got out of view.

Uttered “What the fuck!?!?!” and stepped backwards three steps to look back in through the glass at what I just saw.

 

They were not visible, could see details on the street light illuminated carpet as I peered in, Mr Drunky lower mind was confused for half a second but could feel them all still there.
 

I called out “Oi!” and could feel a few of them startled, but the main conductor of their creepy ceremony settled them.

They were all now motionless despite mid coitus or other sexual activity, apparently used to this part of their game.

I was looking at each of them (none of them could feel I saw them), got a good look at faces of who was in there (seems actual evil covens swap, I’d done scans in the area for practitioners 1 year before and had seen 3 of the women in a different one).

 

I got annoyed at them hiding like that. Said a few drunk things to try and make them lose their cool and be more apparent.

Started loudly tapping on the windowed door, amazed at the gall of the pricks....thanks to being somewhat in the Forgetting, I thought of them as fellow magick practitioners who might be like me …kept making that mistake far too many times for poor clueless me (part of a role that served).

 

Keen to get their attention, I said to them my name and a mate “Nemorensis” (not his name on driver's licence), recommended that they seek us out as we were also into Magick and are looking for a group, then trundled off – what a retarded thing to do, was looking for peers n pals I spose, but still - lol.

 

Those bumheads were conducting a form of infusing their repugnant fake “goddess” into various shop fronts as per perverse custom of antiquity.

Travelling on the lower astral to visible appearance, so most people could see them during their precipitation down almost onto the physical plane without truesight. They were visible with my truesight blinkered drastically.

The elementrys they make during these offensive rites stick to the area and can seep into people’s auric field if vulnerable.

Other things (all sorts of astral constructs) garlanded about for effects also. Got only the tiniest glimpse of a store owner in the folds of their sorcery, makes sense they would link it like that with location.
They were projecting from a townhouse on the sloped valley about a km away.

 

Clutches of dastardly villains like those idiots do this bullshit in every "western"/European population centre and surrounds …very easy to notice their “footprints” in rural areas. Spreading the corruption and influence of their false "goddess" wherever humans meet/”pass through commonly” in society.

Rape, torture, murder and cannibalism is not as common in the lower rungs, yet almost all of them had that telltale murderer vibe from participating in some larger ritual with “bigger toads”.

Not bothered to look into their souls as I was busy keeping my head down most of the last 50+ years.

 

I used to go around cleaning Burnie, some people agreed that I was odd doing pathing that included all blocks.
I was doing it in part due to those drongos and their chums.

 

 

 

A month later during a stage of sleep, I was drawn by a salacious summons to one of these orgies (had been to 2, but was wrecked by 'em, don't recall much). I felt some of what they were up to and was intrigued, so I flew to a house wherefrom the “ribbon” came, where they were conducting another one of their foul rites.

Once there, I was tricked by masque wearer scumbags high on drugs and high on the presence of their Dark Queen of Night “a goddess” of monstrous beguiling slatterns and vampires.

The ratbags then proceeded to use me as a battery, became appeasingly dulcified and inebriated with some sort of intoxifying effect.

The leader dude was there again, reciting his chanting dribble, which brought more of their vile fake “goddess” to presence - the invocations & ensorcelments weren’t necessary, plenty of the daughters of perversity nearby those twits.
Useful fools/tools for baddies.

 

A couple of months later, Nemorensis said he was invited to meet a coven and asked if I wanted to come, as one of the females asked for me specifically to come with him. 

 

There was the white haired dude in a the loungeroom of a house in Ridgley (rural area south of Burnie) with 8 females and a few blokes drinking wine in a hallway, turns out he was working for the main regional newspaper "The Advocate", as were some of the women.

The room in which we sat, having some joints and a few drinks, was full of young sexy vivacious looking women (but befoulled by concourse with demonic forces, I could sense each had been possessed by the Queen of Night, a remnant miasma which gave them all a disgusting taint).

I was motioned to sit down along the wall with others, my mate to sit in middle facing the nonce conducting that god awful show of presumptuous imbeciles gleefully working for The Enemy. 

 

An interview of sorts was conducted, with most of them focused on Nemorensis. The leader guy and him had a philosophical discourse, with various of the tarts interjecting, totally ignoring me - lol, good.

 

I leant over and supplied simple elucidations to their back and forth testing of knowledge to a woman sitting near me (she was the woman who Russel later whispered in nethers that she received and used as spell), she raised eyebrows after 4th comment and said to leader ponce that I reckoned he should be talking to me. Erm, no ...wait! lol

 

He turned around trying to overpower me with his presence and did a pretty lame scan of me, but since I was in the Forgetting, he dismissed me as beneath him with a contemptuous sneer - ha ha ha, what a noob!!
All of those people held respectable jobs and were involved a little in community activities, at casual appraise they don't appear like they're rotten eggs.

 

We left, Nemorensis as usual didn't say diddly about it or them to me, went on to mingle with 'em a bunch ...bruh, seriously? lol
 

A number of so-called "friends" used to try and persistently through the years every time we met and hung out, to cast their paltry visualizations and incantations on me. I only let on a few times to them so maybe they should reconsider that sort of stuff, next time I would see ‘em they'd be back to old tricks – was exhausting trying to stay friendly with piggies, but that too has served.

 

Anyways,

a few more months later, I felt another summons during sleep with a sexy alluring female practitioner beckoning me. I arrived on the lower astral to a house behind the Beach hotel in Burnie, which hadn't been built yet (later knocked down to be the cinema), but was foreseen and used to house the filthy debauched orgy.

 

This time three girls ensorcelled me as I entered, then withdrew into the writhing mass when I became intoxicated and dropped to the floor, as a man with a piece of paper who had been calling my name underneath the female beckoning me with summons, rose up from behind a prone female form where head been doing something to her vagina with his face and calling my name into it.

He appeared a little bit troubled, and looked me in the eye, as I fought the further diminishment of my senses while leader prick was reading from book again up on a stool which helped to make the Dark Bitch near Saturn more present. The man was prompted to homosexual snogging of me, which is when I felt a bit too disgusted and passed out.

 

In 1997 I met Russel, the low key dandy in person (he looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't recognise him) in a house with another fella in late 90s, where a partially awake Islander dude said that he was a bit magickal "for real" and was amazed by him.

I asked stuff, he knew nothing apparently about spiritual mechanics, said he just kept ending up in strange places where other people would be doing stuff and they would thank him for turning up then provide him with all sorts of gifts (money, places to stay, booze and drugs, clothes). 

He was a pisshead and hung about drug users, but always wore a suit and looked well groomed but had the look of a gambler.

Conversation got a bit uncomfortable when he was asking about me like he knew me, so I left looking for party of people that were supposed to be in that house.

 

 

Around 2013, I was kinda working as a night manager in a backpackers, when Russel came and rented a room. We got to talking, as I was very friendly with almost all guests, I had said I was from Burnie area, he said he was too, leaned back and looked at me in a strange way.

 

Another day we got to talking and he prefaced it with talking about paranormal stuff, eventually describing to me intensely how he was invited to go to an orgy (which he often went to, twice a month on average the group ones he said) by a sexy woman he used to bed who'd take him to these gatherings (he'd been handed around amongst them).

They gave him drugs and a masque, then a piece of paper with my name on it - and was directed to start reciting it over and over when prompted during what turned into a freaky ritual, with a guy reading weird incantations out of a big fancy book which made the drugs kick in a lot more and he got a lot more high.

 

He said he was surprised as I appeared as a ghost through the wall, then became sort of solid as I stood before them, and a woman whispered in his ear to get it on with me (gross), which he found a bit confronting, and looked me in the eyes.

He said he remembered my eyes distinctly (perhaps when I was present in the moment and looked at him due to that hesitation drop).

 

My "everyday caught in the illusion" self blew out as that was a helluva confirmation of what I already knew to have been real.

A very different feel to the several levels of dreaming and astral journeying, to have someone talk about it that was there.

 

I saw an OTO arsehole (you guys shoulda disbanded and reformed, w/e, offer still stands) meet him, he didn't come back for his things, then I had a vision of that youngster cutting his head off (usually that means entirely removing someone's "where's yer head at", but this felt like punishment as well) for breaking some oath or something agreed to.

 

 

 

I was summoned to a bunch of different orgies by different people, was funny seeing friends IRL there and then looking them in the eye next time I saw them – lol!

Most likely due to me wearing a silver pentagram necklace I had made and doing the rounds of the city a fair bit.
I wasn't included physically in these activities due to my holding firm to the flag of Liberty ...been called a Christian by "psychic" peeps a few times due to holding Light, wtf!? lol

 

At the family home of some psychic folk, one of their sons used to often be trying open tricks on me, was pretty dum. One day I heard the shitter actually tell a girl who was trying to bring Light to that family to go out and get my attention, that “You can trip off him!!”. Unfortunately she did and got a little bit of the torrent I was generating through eyes back then …tsk tsk, fail, don't passively vamp on purpose.

 

 

 

Brunhilde (not her real name, a good egg) told me one day how she and her sugar-daddy boyfriend, psychically jiggy, were on a small trip down to Bruny island (south Tasmania), parked their car down a remote road near the water edge and lit a fire as the sun was descending.

 

Not long after, a car of oddbodd people turned up and invited them to a party, supplying them with directions.

She said she’d rather just have a nice couple time at the water, but he eventually talked her around.

 

They drove there, where about a hundred plus people were gathering outside and inside a large farmhouse, sharing out all sorts of drugs, getting ready by donning masks and capes.

 

They offered a plate of all sorts of drugs on it to them, but Brunhilde declined. They were playing eerie ambient music that had disruptive and jarring bits to it that helped make the atmosphere. Don't recall the lighting she described, can imagine what it woulda been like.

 

I think she said a horn was blown (dayum, coupla details elude me atm, ah well), music stopped, then they all went outside to a bonfire where music of drums and flute were played, the mask wearing creeps dancing around it.

Wasn't long before a disrobing and more dancing, then a big orgy around the fire as some man was chanting a littany of strange ghoulish words.

Brunhilde said to Spongebob (lol) that she had enough and was leaving, he tried to make her join in, but she outright refused and said that he could stay if he wanted to, but this wasn’t her cup of tea (huzzah, luv ya mate).

She said could feel the drawing in of the evil Dark Bitch presence and told him she was gonna run for it if he didn't drive her out of there. He relented and they went back to their camp spot.

She was troubled by the whole thing, and I think parted ways with him not long after.

 

 

The cultists bathe in the invoked presence of the queen of night, when invoked some of what is going on ground level can be known directly.
This gives them a boosted psychic sense …that masks what is actually happening, as they are withered of their essence during those gatherings and eventually look haggard and ugly (ugly of soul – it seeps into the physical to eventually distort one's countenance).
 

Well, dance with devils, whaddya expect!? lol