This is going to be a bit of a disorganized post, but here goes:
I have always been wanting to start a regular system of scrying with King Paimon, and I actually did have a small black mirror at the ready, until all of my shit ended up in a box for the trash one day. (No, I’ll never forget, but I forgive their incredible ignorance and bigotry)
I had actually found her article from a group on facebook, Demonolatry Worldwide, and commented on some of her threads in the past (automatic writing). She is from Greece, like my other friend who is also a devotee of KP. She has her website as well here.
Before finding her article upon the Facial Distortion method, I was feeling particularly frustrated in having all of what I had worked for and paid for essentially removed from my life, and wanted ways of seeing the being that did not need extensive rituals (in times where I can’t even allow myself to go into a full trance or get lost in energies, because surely I have no right to privacy as I am not financially dependent as of yet), nonetheless I am determined to carry on. I had received, suddenly, two visions, after listening to music for an hour or so. What came of it was a visage of what I assume to be King Paimon, but in a more plain attire than what some people say he comes as. He still had a headdress and flowing robes, but without much decoration. It was mostly a side-profile view, and he had shoulder length dark hair with quite pale skin, and a clean face barren of any hair or scars or any imperfections of any kind. His expression was plain. Now, contrast that with the second vision that came a moment after: a similar visage without the clothes, but with a more hysterical expression. The hair may have been a more light brown, slightly shorter, and a more feminine face. I’ve thought of a myriad of meanings for these two.
After being reminded of the ink + water in a bowl with candles kind of scrying, I attempted to just let it go and see what happens, but I became very tired, and knowing I had to get up at 4 in the morning the following day, I cut it short. I will make it a more regular thing to do in the middle of night, as I won’t have as much of a chance to be disturbed.
I did always want to get a medium-sized ball of citrine or labradorite, and also take anything I could in ways of working with that. But I have been busy in the interim.
And bringing it to an experience I had just today, early am hours, is what motivated me to finally make another post. Since I have been showing symptoms of depression, and have been sleeping if not working, but the upside to this is sleeping is where I have always gotten most of my experiences and introductions from beings. I am very much a dream walker, so that is something no one can really take away. I had one of those dreams, or it would be better described as experiencing weird things while in altered states of mind: I could see a little of myself, the bed, and my room through a similar feeling that I had when a being had manifested in my room. Though, what was different is minus the strange and distinct atmosphere, there was distorted sounds and perceptions of movement where there was none at all. My fan, which is relatively quiet, turned into a very loud and rattling hum, like it was broken but still could work. The pillows I rested on seemed as if they could breathe, and what I had “seen” was the pillow as a person’s chest moving up and down in the same way it would have if it really was a person. My fingers felt like they were slipping from a grip of something, or being shifted, or being posed by someone else handling them. Then, my body–head to toe– started to slowly rock back and forth like I was a buoy in water. I never experience any kind of sleep paralysis, so at this point I was too curious of the fan noise and opened my eyes. I came to quickly realize that this was a fatal mistake as I closed them again and thought something may have been happening or about to come through, but I knew I had broken the focus and I was already escalating in brain waves and states ( I felt more awake then).
Looking back on it, perhaps a being (such as King Paimon) or another entity that I may have known or not known was trying to shake me out of my body and trigger an OBE or Astral projection, as I recall that most people start with moving their fingers, and then they do other movements. I did not feel any sort of vibrations, which some people say is a sign that some element of mind, body, or spirit is misaligned, or that your energy is putting too much out, or there is some kind of issue happening and keeping from a successful OBE.
I hope that the next time it happens, I will retain my focus and get back to what I used to be able to do seven years ago. I think that someone who could lucid dream + OBE in their childhood have to find different methods of doing so after puberty seeing as many things change in the brain and body.
Now I will be frank here, I am not a master of anything, and even those who we would look up to for advice in the occult and spirituality have even said none of us truly know these things as facts or to be down to a science. It could mean a thousand things, and then some given other variables of who, what, how, why, etc. My purpose to share this with you today is say maybe I can relate to other people, and remind them that they haven’t completely left, despite what our mental illnesses or faulty perceptions may make us think.
Last thing to add: I had originally awoken at 3:50 am, I had some food and watched something entertaining seeing as I was asleep since mid-afternoon of the previous day. I had felt very tired again, and wanted to take a short nap before I get up to write in my personal journal and then make a post for here. Right before sleeping, I had thought about what I had needed to do and kind of imagined King Paimon’s sigil, with an orange fire going through the lines of the sigil. I had drifted off to sleep very quickly and I don’t remember much else from it until the weird sensations started.
One more note: I don’t exactly aim for a rigid structure as far as these kinds of studies go, although I try to be consistent in the important things. But illness and other things get in the way, no doubt. So I usually use these posts as a means to report the random things that may happen, but whether or not they are truly random is unknown to me.