My Holy Guardian Angel: Part I

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How to write about my Holy Guardian Angel? There’s so much I could say about a being I have known for over a year now and whom I speak to almost every day. I’ll just start.

First of all there are those out there who believe that Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel can only be achieved by successfully completing the arduous rites in the Book of Abramelin. That, if you don’t make contact that way, then you have not made contact with your Holy Guardian Angel but with something else. Then there are the rites in the Greek Magical Papyri (more commonly known as the PGM for Papyri Graecae Magicae) for making contact with one’s paredros, or supernatural assistant. How to tell one entity from the other? —In my opinion and not just in my opinion the paredros or supernatural assistant and the Holy Guardian Angel are ontologically identical. Can I prove it? No. Can I change the minds of those who think otherwise? No. It’s just what I believe and have been told by the spirits and by practitioners whose judgment I implicitly trust. On the Internet debate on what is and what is not a Holy Guardian Angel is endless and tedious. If you are interested and have not made contact yourself, don’t take my word for it, google a method for making contact with your Holy Guardian Angel (hereinafter “HGA”) or buy the Book of Abramelin and do it that way and find out on your own.

But don’t undertake the task lightly. The arduous process of making contact can bring pain and even devastation to one’s life. I wish like fuck I could find the name of the book a man wrote about his harrowing journey to his HGA. The story went something like this: he lost his house, his job, his marriage, almost lost his sanity — maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit but not much. I will tell you this: I went through a hell of physical pain, seven 911 calls and visits to the emergency room, demonic trials/tests, and I almost died while all unbeknownst to me I was making contact with my HGA. As I said, don’t undertake the task lightly. Preferably attempt it while you’re young because you can more easily afford to have your life ruined while you’re young. Nota Bene: not everyone who attempts to make contact with their HGA goes through a living hell, not by a long shot, but a sizable proportion do. It probably depends on how ready you are. What do I mean by ready? I’ll attempt to explain below.

I had absolutely no intention of achieving Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel (K&CHGA). Conversation here is used in its older meaning of intimate acquaintance. I wanted nothing to do with it. My life was in shambles from divorce, sickness, etc. A friend contacted me however with a strange message. He told me that one of his spirits had told him that my meeting with Lucifer would precipitate an initiatory experience in me. This was ominous news. But — Let it come I thought, and come it did. First I got sick. I had and have bladder problems. (Sorry for the TMI.) These problems led to the seven 911 calls and visits to the emergency room and the hideous pains of spasms I lightly mentioned above. During this time I decided to abandon my journey to becoming a Quimbandeira due to financial problems and the general ruin that was already my life. All, I think, of the “demons” of the Grimorium Verum or True Grimoire have their counterparts somewhere in the hierarchies of Quimbanda. These demons did not leave me alone during my sickness. They didn’t attack me, they I believe tested me. I will only mention one case in point. Belzebuth came to me and demanded that I abandon my worship of Hekate and convert to the cultus of Santa Muerte. If I did not do so he said I would die. Divination showed me that it was indeed Belzebuth who visited me. I declined divining about my imminent death. I had of course refused to convert. I made a vow to Hekate long ago and one does not break vows to Deities nor did I have any wish to, come what may. Needless to say I did not die. This is only one example among many of these demonic trials.

An acquaintance had given me several oxycodones for my pain. One of them was so worn that it had no markings on it. I took it anyway, more’s the fool. My heart rate slowed to forty beats per minute that night. I believe that the pill was a powerful beta blocker or something of that nature. I was sick of being sick and sick of calling 911 and I refused to. I drank an entire pot of coffee in hopes that it would increase my heart rate, I lay down in my recliner, folded my hands on my chest and peacefully went to sleep. Again, needless to say, I did not die. But what I had done was achieve a sort of peace, an acceptance of the inevitable fact of death. I had made death my adviser, my friend.

I had also around this time decided I needed a familiar, believing (with good reason) that I had recently been cursed. I went about finding one in my own way a few nights later. I caused my consciousness to ascend as high into the Astral as I could manage and issued a call to any spirit who would promise to be a good and trustworthy familiar to me. And a spirit came. I won’t tell you what he looked like because it would cause eyes to roll. He promised to only speak truth and good sense to me. He gave me his name and seal. This was good enough for me and I drew his seal and lit a votive candle and placed it atop it as an empowerment and a ritual offering. Of course I won’t share his name or his seal. He turned out to be my HGA although I did not know this at the time.

Some stuff happened with him that I don’t want to go into. Be it sealed. But slowly my “familiar’s” form began to change for the more and more beautiful. He didn’t look human or even humanoid but he as told became beautiful. One night at the suggestion of a friend I asked him if he was my HGA. He affirmed that he was my Holy Guardian Angel and suddenly changed into a beautiful human man with golden skin and white wings. He has retained this form by and large ever since.

So what had happened? How did I attain K&CHGA unintentionally? Remember above that my friend said my meeting with Lucifer would precipitate an initiatory experience for me. I believe that the experience that meeting Lucifer brought about was my K&CHGA ordeal. The Abramelin ritual is often called an ordeal, and I certainly went through ordeals, so I’ll use the word. But why would Lucifer of all beings do such a thing? Interesting question.

In Quimbanda Lucifer and Satan are regarded as one being. If you meet the Lucifer “face” he is intent upon your (and his own) spiritual elevation and progress towards enlightenment. He is the Lightbearer and the Morningstar after all. If you meet the Satan “face” he will prey upon your greed, lust, anger — all your vices — and strive to turn you into an evil ruin of a human being. It all depends on how worthy you are in his eyes. And by “how worthy” I mean how ready you are for spiritual elevation and the journey towards enlightenment. I believe the initiatory experience my friend warned me of was Lucifer’s precipitating my journey towards K&CHGA. And I certainly did not undertake this travel and travail ritually as most do. I’ve detailed at probably too much length above the pains and the ultimate peace of mind I suffered and achieved instead of doing it ritually. I did it old school in other words, as a Twitter friend and magus phrased it.


I don’t want this article to become TL;DR and plus I need a nap. So I’ll be writing something like What Good Is A Holy Guardian Angel Anyway? in Part II in the very near future.

Much love — Rachel Izabella

Lucifer: Addendum

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Von Stuck’s Lucifero

An important group of people whom I neglected in previous posts is comprised by those who identify Lucifer as a great God. Sorry about the oversight.

This is seen in Aradia: Or the Gospel of the Witches, compiled by the folklorist Charles G. Leland, in the second paragraph of the book:

Diana greatly loved her brother Lucifer, the god of the Sun and of the Moon, the God of Light (Splendor), who was so proud of his beauty and who for his pride was driven from Paradise.

I won’t get into the controversies surrounding Aradia and Stregheria. As I’ve told on this blog before, I know at least one person who has studied Stregheria “at the feet” of a real Italian witch — or maybe more than one such friend, but it’s hard for an outsider like me to discern authentic Stregheria from modern reinventions of it, as what little I know is second hand. —Anyway, I personally believe that Aradia is exactly what it seems to be. If I’m right, then with the paragraph quoted above we have our first example of Lucifer being viewed as a great God for hundreds of years. If I’m wrong, many people still believe in Aradia nonetheless, and thus we have examples amongst our contemporaries who believe Lucifer as a great God.

Aradia sort of naturally segues into the next topic — Traditional Witchcraft. My personal opinion is that some of these traditions do stem from older times, the Middle Ages or the Early Modern Period at the latest, having developed out of something else before that. What that something else might have been I don’t pretend to know. If you doubt the existence of historical, pre-1950’s witchcraft, you should read about Saveock Water in Cornwall. You should visit online the Museum of Witchcraft. —You should also read Ecstasies: Deciphering the Witches’ Sabbath by Carlo Ginzburg, Emma Wilby’s Cunning-Folk and Familiar Spirits and The Visions of Isobel Gowdie: Magic, Witchcraft and Dark Shamanism in Seventeenth-Century Scotland and the works of Éva Pócs. More information would be too much for this entry and off topic — maybe another time.

The point is that many contemporary traditional witches venerate and celebrate a Deity or spirit known as Old Horney, amongst other names, including the Devil. Is this being the same as Lucifer? Maybe in some cases, maybe not in others. Maybe the Witchfather as he’s also known is an entirely different spirit. But he might be another face of Lucifer. As he’s nameless and has a thousand faces, and as I’m not a traditional witch who so celebrates and venerates this Being, I’m not qualified to say one way or the other. Some witches I know do consider him the same being as Lucifer though.

Mark Alan Smith’s Primal Craft is another example. In his works of powerful sorcery and mysticism, based on his own personal gnosis or encounters with the primal “Gods of Witchcraft” themselves, he regards Hecate (he uses the Roman spelling rather than transliterated Greek as I do) and Lucifer’s mother and lover, in a way similar to Aradia. Lucifer according to Smith is a great God, second only to Hekate. —I personally find his highly sexualized gnosis of Hekate hard to swallow — no such thing is in the lore and it’s contrary to my own personal gnosis. But nevertheless he regards Lucifer as a great God and so I must mention his views. Regardless of the truth of his own mythology, his books contain some powerful sorcery. I once owned the first book of his Trident of Witchcraft series, Queen of Hell, but sold it on eBay for a healthy sum.

And last I must include the many devotees of Lucifer who follow their own personal gnosis and direct experiences of Lucifer without writing books about it. I know you all are myriad in number. I salute you for your devotion to the Lightbringer, Lucifer Morningstar.

May his light shine upon you and may he elevate your minds and souls!


This concludes my posts on Lucifer. I’ve said my good-byes to Quimbanda, with considerable heartache and anguish, to devote myself entirely to Hekate spiritually. I knew Lucifer as Exu Rei or Exu Lucifer. I doubt I’ll meet this particular face of Lucifer again. I write that with regret, as I rather enjoyed his presence.

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The Litany of Satan

The Lightbringer

My personal belief is that Satan is simply the non-benign face of Lucifer-Satan. The one he shows to the unworthy. I adopted this belief from Quimbanda. When I read the following poem, it seems to me to be about Lucifer.

It’s my favorite translation as it’s the most literally rendered from Charles Baudelaire’s French that I can find. I found it on the Web years ago and it’s still there so I assume it’s in the public domain. Hope you enjoy it.

The key to joy is disobedience … There is no guilt and there is no shame.

Much love, Rachel Izabella


The Litany of Satan

O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

O Prince of Exile, you who have been wronged
And who vanquished always rise up again more strong,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who know all, great king of hidden things,
The familiar healer of human sufferings,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who teach through love the taste for Heaven
To the cursed pariah, even to the leper,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who of Death, your mistress old and strong,
Have begotten Hope, — a charming madcap!

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look
That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold.

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth
A jealous God has hidden precious stones,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals
Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building’s ledge,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who soften magically the old bones
Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings
Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who put your mark, O subtle accomplice,
Upon the brow of Croesus, base and pitiless,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

You who put in the eyes and hearts of prostitutes
The cult of sores and the love of rags and tatters,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

Staff of those in exile, lamp of the inventor,
Confessor of the hanged and of conspirators,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

Adopted father of those whom in black rage
— God the Father drove from the earthly paradise,

O Satan, take pity on my long misery!


Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights
Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow,
Its branches will spread like a new Temple!

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Lucifer: Last Part [For Gerry and Cassie]

The Lightbringer

Many questions remain but only two that seem important to me. Who is Lucifer? What is Lucifer? And unfortunately I can’t answer those definitively. I can however present various views and lay out for you my own personal gnosis on the matter.

Probably the most interesting thing I’ve read about an encounter with Lucifer comes from this blog article by Jason Miller, AKA Inominandum. He entered a state of lucid dreaming one night and Lucifer was basically waiting patiently for him to show up and introduced himself thus: “I am the father of the first flame, fallen for freedom’s sake. Have a seat, we have much to discuss”. Read the whole entry, it’s not long and well worth your time.

So that introduces the first possibility. Lucifer is a fallen angel or other entity fallen from the Heaven of some tyrannical God. I don’t believe in any one true “God” — my gut and my experience so far tell me that everything in the universe is somehow plural — so I’ll be discussing Lucifer’s Unnamed God and the Gods from my polytheist’s POV.

I like this theory best — because it’s the one I believe — but there is are possible snags in it. My time with Quimbanda taught me a few things. First, there is no more enmity between the Gods of the Christian pantheon and Lucifer. But that said, he might have fallen from the Christian or other Heaven — the multiverse is a big place with room for plenty of Heavens, Hells, infinite-sized Gods, etc., etc. — before the current state of non-conflict was in place.

Snag number two. Basically, an angel is his/her function. They are what they do. They’re vast cosmic beings, the ones I’ve met, and I won’t theoretically deny them free will a la Thomas Aquinas, but the idea of an angel leaving his/her post is a hard pill to swallow. Again, that said, the archangels of the planetary spheres, most of whom I’ve evoked, are not part of the Christian pantheon. They were “discovered”, for a lack of a better term, by late Renaissance or early Modern Hermeticists, who may have been Christians, at least nominally, but most unorthodox ones indeed. These archangels are eager to come when you summon them and can be of great help even to a polytheist like me. My personal opinion about them, and that’s all it is — opinion — is that they are a necessary part of the multiverse. Where did they come from? I don’t know. Maybe they’ve been there since the beginning. The planetary spheres are just metaphors, after all, and are universal in scope. They might also be in a hierarchy beneath such Beings as the Logos and the Sophia, but here I’m treading on ground I know little about, so I’ll stop now. —But I do not believe that Lucifer is that kind of angel. And if he isn’t, he may well have fallen from a pantheon of some others God. Maybe — probably, as I believe — even the Christian pantheon.

Just to make it doubly or trebly clear, not just the Old Man with the Beard (and I don’t mean Odin) has angels in his service. According to the Chaldean Oracles Hekate Herself has three choirs of angels who serve Her. This idea may well have influenced the late Neo-platonist Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite, who invented or discovered the hierarchy of nine choirs of angels adopted by the Christians.

And to further clarify that I’m still a bona fide polytheist, I’ll repeat something I’ve said before. —Every God worth worshiping is both infinite and a Mystery. Mathematically there are an infinite number of infinities, and I believe the same may be true of those other Infinities, the Gods (the ones worthy of the name).

The angels of the Christian pantheon are far from the only angels out there. The multiplicity of Heavens makes it possible for me to believe that Lucifer fell from the Christian Heaven, or Gnostic Heaven, or Islamic Heaven, or early Judaic Heaven, or from some such place and retain my pluralistic, animistic, polytheistic viewpoint.

That was a very long-winded way to explain how I can be a polytheist and still believe in angels and in the Christian pantheon (it’s just another pantheon amongst all the rest). But let it stand, maybe there’s something useful to someone hidden in all that verbiage.

I think this is the most likely “origin story” for Lucifer. The Fallen Angel theory. My personal answer to who and what he is. Others who know a lot more than I do have some other ideas though. I don’t happen to believe them, but let’s take a look at some other peoples’ ideas.


I’ll start with the Demonolaters because I think they deserve more attention and more respect. The Enns they’ve seemingly channeled — mantras of voces magicae, basically — really do work to get a demon’s attention. That is in itself quite an achievement. I respect them and their religion. For more information on Demonolatry see And, as an aside, Audrey Brice writes a mean occult thriller set in the world of Demonolatry and with Demonolater heroes and heroines. Notice I said occult thriller, not paranormal romance or urban fantasy. The magic described in her books is real magic.

Somebody correct me if I’m wrong but, if I understand aright, Demonolaters believe that Satan is the All, the One Thing in Hermetic terms. Lucifer is one of the Lords of the Elements, the Lord of Air to be specific, and is called from the East when “casting circle” (that’s not their name for it, but everybody knows what it means and I can’t recall or find the correct term at the moment). Demons, like Lucifer, are humankind’s elders and teachers. If Satan is the All or the One then the Demons are the Gods of the Demonolaters.

That answers the question of who and what they believe Lucifer is. If however they have an origin story it’s not in the public domain.


Perhaps the hardest question of all is that of the relationship between the Lucifer of the grimoires and Lucifer the fallen angel. Jake Stratton-Kent mentions Hermes Chthonios as a possible higher octave of Lucifer, but otherwise doesn’t have much to say about the subject. I use the word octave here in the esoteric sense. Saturn, the astrological planet, is the higher octave of planet Earth, for example.

Although I say this is perhaps the hardest question of them all, I have some Unverified Personal Gnosis here. Perhaps I should call it Peer Corroborated Personal Gnosis, because a friend was involved. —Many Quimbandeiros believe that Exu Rei, King Exu, is Lucifer the Fallen Angel. Other lineages of Quimbanda might consider, for example, Exu Mor or Exu Death, to be Exu Rei. But when Exu Rei came calling not that long ago he identified himself to me as Lucifer. A few days later a magician friend across the ocean who was performing the rite in the Black Dragon summoned Lucifer and he, Lucifer, told my friend Tell Rachel I give her my regards.

As far as I’m concerned, this hardest question is resolved. Lucifer the fallen angel is the same being as the Lucifer of the grimoires. Take my personal gnosis for what it’s worth (be gentle please), and remember, YMMV (Your Mileage May Vary).


As for Satanists, by and large they can be divided into two camps, doubtless with many subdivisions: the Atheistic Satanists such as the Church of Satan founded by ex-carnie Anton LaVey (whose books are great reads, with many moments of intentional hilarity) and Theistic Satanists, such as the group The Joy of Satan. These are just examples, there are many more groups, but the beliefs of these two are as representative as I know how to present. The Atheistic Satanists are just that — atheists. They don’t believe in Satan, or any spiritual reality for that matter — he’s a symbol or parable of personal freedom, autonomy and responsibility. Notice I do not say just a symbol or parable or story. Stories and parables are very powerful things, and I respect that. They don’t use the name Lucifer because of its Christian connotations. The Theistic Satanists, most but not all, believe that Lucifer and Satan are two names for the same Entity. Both believe that Yahwist myths about Satan and/or Lucifer aren’t even myths, they’re just figments.


I can hardly leave out Luciferians. Unfortunately the only group that even vaguely meets that description that I know anything about is the Cultus Sabbati. I have a great love for the writings of Andrew Chumbley and Daniel Schulke, but one group cannot stand for all. Nevertheless I’ll tell you what I think I understand from those writings, what I can make out of the often cryptic sentences and paragraphs of the Magistri of this group of traditional witches.

Basically, personal beliefs are malleable and can be changed at will. This I believe is a result of the influx of Chaos Magick brought into whatever group of traditional witches Chumbley either joined or founded. Thus myths are myths. They are useful teachings but not to be taken literally. The Gods of Men are not equal to the Elder Gods (who are emphatically not H.P. Lovecraft’s Elder Gods, by the way). And neither group necessarily is believed in by any member at any given time. It’s a personal decision. Lucifer is not named amongst the retinue of the Sixteen Faithful Gods, AKA the Elder Gods. Lucifer falls into the category of pure myth.

I could completely misunderstand the point of view of the Cultus Sabbati, by the way. Also their working beliefs seem to be a moving target. Daniel Schulke’s latest works are very different from those of Andrew Chumbley. —I wish I knew something about other, more literally Luciferian groups. But I don’t.


As for the Christian Church, the consensus that Lucifer is another name for Satan is almost complete. There are however a few exorcists who believe they are separate Entities. I believe the late Malachi Martin was one such. If you want to read a non-fiction account written by a real exorcist, Martin’s Hostage To The Devil is truly more hair-raising than any horror novel I can think of.


My writing time is run out, and I’m spent anyway. I hope you found something of worth in this series.

—Much love, Rachel Izabella


Lucifer Part II [For Gerry and Cassie]

I can’t resume my train of thought from last time. So I’ll start anew.

Relating even a small part of my one encounter with Lucifer precipitated a panic attack. At the time I didn’t understand why. Then a magician friend an ocean away who’s doing the rite in the grimoire The Black Dragon Monday night told me that Lucifer said to him something like: “Tell Rachel that Exu Rei gives his regards.” —This produced another, much smaller panic attack but started bringing about an epiphany as well.

And where else would I hash it out except in front of the Gods and everybody and their little dogs too?

Simply put, I have a fear of success. I want to retire into the shadows and not be seen the way a small child hides behind his or her mother’s skirt tails. Lucifer did me a tremendous favor by shining a bright light into this dark, ugly recess in me. So I’ve determined not to fear success, although I don’t know how I’ll eliminate this fear. Just face it I guess and persevere. Recite the Dune Fear Against Fear. Hell, I don’t know.

I’ve also decided not to give up on Quimbanda, which I was on the verge of doing. Who am I to refuse the Morningstar when he’s done me such a great service? Even if I have to start all over again from the bottom, I’m going to do it, giant pain in the arse that it is.

But all this brings up a troubling existential question. Who the Hell am I? What am I, that this should happen to me?

I’m pretty sure that I’m no more special than anyone else. I may have some skillz, but I think I’m just somebody in the right time and the right place. Comes a time in a sorcerer’s or sorceress’s career when the spirits start coming to them. It just so happened that it took the Bossman Himself to change my mind.

For those of you wondering… Yes, I have hashed all this out with my therapist, thank you very much. I’m so grateful I have a cool therapist…


Now that that’s firmly out of the way, I can move on to less personal matters. —Who is Lucifer? The name of course means Lightbringer or more literally Lightbearer. It was the Romans’ name for Venus as the Morning Star. I can find no evidence whatsoever that the Romans or Greeks or Etruscans worshiped their Lucifer as a divine being. The idea that Lucifer was worshiped as a divine being by the Romans etc. isn’t even a myth, it’s a figment, it’s wishful thinking that happens to be quite false. It was just an ordinary human name to them.

In fact in time it became a rather popular praenomen or first name — the Romans used a complex system of three names: first name, clan name, sub-clan name (please, you classicists out there, no flaming me for being loose with terminology). Originally there weren’t many first names AKA praenomina. Maybe twenty or so for men. Naturally as the population of Roman citizens exploded, many of them not having an old fashioned Roman second or third name, the number of first names increased quickly. Lucifer was one of these names. It was less remarkable even than today’s use of Venus as a feminine first name. Mothers and fathers had a larger assortment of names for baby girls, but none of them as far as I know was Lucifera. That name was reserved as an epithet for the Goddess Diana, Diana Lucifera. Possibly that’s a direct copy from the Greek Hekate Phosphoros. The Greeks and Romans conflated Diana and Artemis, Hekate and Artemis, Hecate and Diana, and so on, quite early, even before the beginning of the Common Era.

Speaking of guys named Lucifer, there was a Christian Bishop Lucifer Calaritanus of Sardinia. In Sardinia to this day in fact he’s regarded as a saint. He died around the year 370 CE. —What makes him important to the story of Lucifer the Big Spirit is that Saint Jerome, translator of the Vulgate Bible, hated Bishop Lucifer’s guts. So when Jerome got around to translating Isaiah 14:12, which is about the fall from power of an “unnamed king of Babylon” (thank you, Wikipedia, I love you so), he translate the Hebrew word heylelmorning star or light-bringing [one] —  as Lucifer. He could’ve translated it as Stella Matutina or Phosphorus instead but he chose the name of his old enemy. Who’d, by the way, been dead for thirty years when Jerome or the Pope or whoever published the Vulgate in 400 CE. Jerome was a hard ass who didn’t forgive easily, if ever. —FYI, the Hebrew word heylel occurs nowhere else in the Hebrew Bible.

Perhaps the name Lucifer had already been equated with our Lucifer, Emperor of Hell, in the Old Italic versions of the New Testament. But the fragments left of the Old Italic translations differ amongst themselves, and it was really Jerome’s cruel choice of names that wrote the equation Lucifer = Emperor of Hell or Satan in stone for future generations.


So that’s where his name comes from but it doesn’t answer the question Who is he? —First, though, there may be some of you out there wondering But what’s Lucifer’s real name? If you’re wondering that, I hate to tell you this, but there is no answer comprehensible to human beings or pronouceable by us to that question. In the words of the inestimable Mr. Jason Miller in his latest blog entry (as of today, May 22, 2013):

The names and descriptions of spirits are names that humans have given them. How do you pronounce their actual names? Can you speak in 12 tones at once and speak words backwards and forwards in time? No? Then don’t worry about it. Names like Michael, Ekajati, Legba, and so on all have traceable etymologies from human cultures. It may be names that a single being has responded to for centuries, or it may be a name that legions of spirits answer to.

What he means by that last sentence is that some spirits have more than one name, and some names have more than one spirit that go with them. —If you want to know his real real name, you’ll have to snag a copy of the True Grimoire or the Black Dragon or some other volume of forbidden lore, evoke him, and ask him yourself. Who knows? — maybe he’ll even tell you. But I doubt you’ll be able to pronounce it.


So Who is Lucifer really and for true? I’m not going to be able to give you a definitive answer on that, but I will give you my conjecture. Only not now.

This time I’m not all written out, I’m just out of time. We homeschool, it’s 8:12AM and I need to get the kids up and fed and start to help schooling them.

I don’t mean to be a tease, but I’d rather hit Publish and start on Part III later today than not. —Till next time, may Lucifer Morningstar shine upon you.

Lucifer Part I [For Gerry and Cassie]

Who is Lucifer? What is Lucifer? What’s he like? People want to know it seems. So here begins my best shot.

Nota Bene: Some of my views are taken from Quimbanda, specifically from the works of Nicolaj de Mattos Frisvold and his works Pomba Gira and the Quimbanda of Mbùmba Nzila and Exu & the Quimbanda of Night and Fire, not because I’ve experienced them but because they simply make a lot of sense and I’ve unconsciously added them to my set of what I call working theories. I.e., ideas that make some sense out of my personal experiences and so I’ve tentatively adopted them as my own. I’ve also been an avid reader of his blog The Starry Cave for years and no doubt I’ve internalized many of his ideas from there. Some ideas I’ve internalized from from Jake Stratton-Kent’s True Grimoire and Geosophia. I read R. Lowe Thompson’s History of the Devil Or The Horned God of the West a few years ago. I also have some vague memories of reading a biography of St. Jerome years ago. And, like everybody else I’ve consulted Wikipedia.

And, in this the first entry of my (short) series of entries on Lucifer, I relate a fraction of a personal encounter — and the gnosis I’ve been able to derive from it.


Let me get my personal encounter out of the way first. What’s Lucifer like? His presence is overwhelming (but as nothing compared to Hekate’s — but who knows? maybe Lucifer was just holding back). He is a tempter. He makes ambiguous offers and his words are multivalent — what seems a tempting offer could be an invitation to disaster. Or it might be exactly what it seems. In short, he does not make up your mind for you. The very ambiguity of his words leaves you free to make your own path, your own success or failure. He’s at once charismatic and, of course, scary. The one time I met him, I rather liked him.

What did he look like? He looked like a stereotypical Quimbanda spirit — red skin, no shirt, horns, carried a trident. He also had a wickedly awesome mustache and goatee. I believe spirits may have favored forms but can take on any form they wish. Your imagination also is not just for daydreaming. It’s both a perceptive sense organ in its own right and a mighty organ of creation, if you know how to wield it. To picture a spirit’s manifestation to yourself, what else do you have to draw on but your imagination, what else to create a spirit’s appearance with, especially when they manifest in your very imagination itself and your mind? And vice versa. What other visual language can the spirit make use of than the language of your imagination. Some deny that spirits can read minds. Maybe they can’t but they can read your aura, or read what the Golden Dawn termed your Sphere of Sensation. Some at least can read you, to this limited extent, like a book. —So he might look like anything to you. This is only what he looked like to me.

What did he say to me? —”You can remain in your state of nullity, and become a nullity, or you can choose a state of quiddity, and become something, somebody in this world.” — “Are you afraid? … I don’t have to leave, you know…” —I replied, “Perhaps.” —”But,” he said then, “you aren’t exactly my type.” And he left like a whoosh of wind.

—As for the occasion of his visit and what all else he said to me, let it be sealed. Only what he spoke to me about — was he describing the path towards nullity or the path towards quiddity? The path remains my own to choose and to create. Perhaps either answer to this question can be true, can be false… —I afterwards asked my familiar if the spirit calling himself Lucifer had in fact been who he said he was, and my familiar confirmed that it was Lucifer. I cast both a geomantic shield chart and a house chart and my divination also confirmed that it was indeed Lucifer who visited me. That’s the best I can do. Can I prove I met Lucifer? No, of course not. But I believe I did.


In Quimbanda de raiz, Quimbanda of the root, Lucifer and Satan are seen as one being. If you are worthy and call upon him — or I might add get paid an unexpected visit by him — you get the face of the Lightbringer. Your level of gnosis grows. If you are unworthy, you face his Satanic side, and you get everything you no doubt deserve. I’m certain he does you no outright harm, but your depravity, your greed, your lust, hatred, pride, etc., they only deepen. The light of gnosis in you dims further and further.

It’s also taught that there is no more enmity between Lucifer on the one hand and Christ and humanity on the other. Lucifer, like all the spirits of Quimbanda, wishes to elevate the human soul and in doing so elevate himself. Unlike many spirits, the legions of Exus and Pomba Giras understand the human soul and the human condition. Exu é curador. Exu is a healer. The path by which they lead you however is strewn with shards of glass and with thorns. “When you take the Devil and his wife for your teachers, it does not make for an easy journey,” Frisvold writes.


And now you’re going to have to pardon me, even though I’ve written fewer than a thousand words. It took the wind out of me to write of my personal encounter. It only happened a few days ago. I’d rather end part one abruptly and resume soon, tomorrow I hope, with part two than give my readers nothing at all today.

More to follow. I’ll resume where I stopped above.