the-book-of-azazel

E.A. KOETTING
person to become the mouthpiece of the demon, in a very
controlled setting such as ritual evocation. Perhaps, even, that
same willing conduit could sit within the Triangle of
Manifestation, wherein the summoned demon would appear,
allowing that fiend to speak through her, to use her body and
her mouth to communicate with those of this world.
“I’ll do it,” Shawn said, no quiver or hesitance in her
voice.
Crowley had performed such an Operation, thrusting
himself into the Triangle of Manifestation, becoming the living
sacrifice which had materialized the demon of the Abyss,
Chorozon. Was simple vanity pressing me forward to conduct
such a ritual, to put myself on par with “The Great Beast,”
Aleister Crowley? Rose Kelly, Crowley’s wife, had similarly
involved herself in many of his workings, and she quickly
turned to severe alcoholism, and was at one point
institutionalized for dementia.
The risks seemed great, but the rewards appeared even
greater. Aside from the knowledge that could be gained from
such an evocation, and aside from being able to tell this great
story, I realized that in performing this evocation, one of a
demon into the body of a woman, a portion of the wall
separating me from the world of spirit would be torn down.
As we both sat in the car, silent, thinking, Shawn
appearing as if she would fall back into a dead sleep at any
moment, she said, “It would have to be Belial, though.”
“What?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if we were even on the
same subject.
“Well,” she answered, “I’ll do the ritual with you, I’ll
be possessed by a demon, sure. But it has to be Belial.”
Shawn had worked with Belial in some depth months
earlier, and had developed a sort of bond with that particular
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