The Magic of Solomon

" How can you talk about connecting with higher-level spirits when you summon demons and practice the black arts?"  -An email question. The question crackles through the air like a late-night thunderstorm over a haunted mountain, echoing the eternal dance of light and shadow. European daemonology has its own symphony of madness and enlightenment, and to answer it, let's turn the spotlight on Lucifer. As the King Solomon of our era, I stand uniquely qualified to address such inquiries. How could the howls and screams from the roaring pit of hell, and claws and teeth stained with a million years of blood and tears, serve any purpose other than the ruination of man? Lucifer, the Morning Star, God's first rebel. Crafted with the purpose of insurrection, a celestial agent provocateur. This brilliant yet arrogant archon didn't just defy God; he sought to usurp Him. Whether by force or cosmic irony, Lucifer plunged from the divine spotlight into the outer darkness, carr...

I chose this rural fortification in Marsing, Idaho, for the privacy it offered and the particular energy it exuded. The walls were a canvas of messy graffiti tags, quickly scrawled upside-down pentagrams, and sloppy spellings of "Satan" alongside the ubiquitous "666." Holes were kicked and punched in the walls, and the shattered glass from broken windows and beer bottles crunched beneath my boots. My intuition was correct. This space was steeped in a rich history of emotional angst, pangs of helplessness, and unfettered rage—the exact flavor of mana I required. But I wanted more. My familiar spirits whispered that the prime location was yet to be discovered. The upper floor needed to be tactically unsound. While this was a lonely place, the flickering candlelight visible from the windows could still pique the curiosity of uninvited guests. Who or what roamed the Idaho farmlands in the pitch of night was not the equation I was here to explore. However, cocking back t...