I found myself at a point of no return.
I cannot go to the astral plane anymore due to the dangers of being hunted by a creature. And because of a spell that I've casted, I can no longer sense the spirit that torments me. That also took all good things like being able to control air, the weather, seeing visions.
I think because of that barrier that I've created all over myself, I've also blocked my connection to the spirit realm.
So I've tried to establish that connection back.
From square one I tried to meditate again. But I still wont get back to the astral plane.
I also tried evoking the angels but they are not answering anymore.
And the worst part is, I cannot use any of my spells anymore. To the fact that I tried to use the healing spell for my dying father but unfortunately , he still passed away.
I was in the midst of being depressed and torn. As for my father's timely death, I blamed my self that its my fault, that I was not competent enough to help him.
I predicted that all my sacrifices would go to waste and it came.
I sworn to myself that I would be more cunning the next time.
After my father's funeral. I tried to meditate again. For the last time, I tried to concentrate all of my energy hoping to see my father one last time. But it did nothing.
After few weeks of deppression , One night I dreamt that I was holding a book. As I opened it, the books holds images of the arcana. Then as I touched the image the book turned into cards. Then I woke up and just ignored the strange dream. Little did I know that the dream is telling me something good will come in the way.
I was on my way to the mall from all the tiring hours from work. Then I decided to go to the bookstore. While browsing for New Age books, I stumbled across an Item called, The Lost Tarot of Nostradamus. I flipped the back and there I saw the card, the same card that I saw from last night's dream.
So what I did was, I bought the box and on my way home, I opened it.
I never consecrated the things in the box and never done any evoking and those stuff but as I shuffled the card my head somehow caught these words.
MILON,IRAGO,LAMAL,OGARI,NOLIM
Somehow I felt a weird connection with the cards.
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Librus de Nox
RandomA series of odd phenomenon. A record of predictions. Mysteries of life. Strange dreams regarding angels demons, magic and other eerie things. In short , its my journal. My mystery Journal. -LMorte