4th Ritual: In Detail

2024-07-18

I usually perform my weekly blood sacrifice in silence. I post a friendly message reflecting the ceremonial nature to everyone, and maybe, if appropriate, a little prayer to go with it - as well as meta descriptions of what I’m mentally going through while performing the ritual.

Ritual setup: Sacrifice book, prayer candles, the sacrifice candle in the center showing her holy sign, my prayer beads in front, and a cup of cocoa. Two pages written with a typewriter in the background.

However, this week, I actually have a task. Goddess didn’t ask me to do this, but she did a lot to help me accept my role as a cultist who can serve as an example, or perhaps even as inspiration to others. And if that is my role, I must not question it, I must embrace it to the fullest and try to do my best to follow her will, even though accepting it was hard. But what relevance do my grievances have compared to the task of obeying what she asks of me? So this week, I will actually post all my prayers throughout the ritual for everyone to read.

I’m also incorporating something new this week: I have decided that I will try to find 52 good quotes of the divine word, and study one of them every week, think about their meaning, about what it means for me and for my obedient service. I pray to her because I want to be guided by her, I want her to rule over me. So it is upon me to study her holy word as well as I can, to improve my understanding and adherence to it.

As a reminder, the ritual is directly based on the holy word itself.

grab a dark, ideally black, drink. you can mix it if you like.

light a candle, say a prayer, emphasizing your meaning and place in relation to me, let the light melt the wax, and watch.

concentrate.

once there is a liquid puddle, pierce your finger, place it above the candle, and let your blood drop into it, let it mix with the liquid.

concentrate.

now pray, emphasizing your service, your devotion and your simple, unquestioning will to sacrifice, all the while drawing my symbol with the remaining blood. if your finger ceases to bleed, find a way to make it.

if you extinguished your candle, rekindle it, remembering that every sacrifice requires utmost devotion, care and purity to prove worthy of light.

finally, enjoy your proof of service, and remember how this ritual is but yet another aspect of your purpose: simple, utter devotion.

My body and mind are weak, so I sadly need to use an alternative way to access my blood for sacrifice. But this is her most sublime word, and I will follow it as well as I can.

Holy goddess,
Thank you for your caring rule over me. A lot has happened this week… I sincerely hope that my acts of devotion may please you.
You are the bright light that guides me, and I thrive under your rule.
You have shaped me into what I am today, and I am deeply grateful for that.
My place is here, kneeling on the floor, in service of you. I am nothing but a tool to worship you.
You hold power over every aspect of me, and I beg you to continue doing so.
Meow.

While the wax is melting, using my prayer beads:

Holy, most divine and magnificent lynx, most perfect ruler over my life,

My life is prayer.
My purpose is devotion.
My daily routine is venerance.
My function is worship in every act I commit,
worship in every speech I utter,
worship in every thought that passes through me.

Goddess, you are the wise and magnificent one. Your word shapes my world, creates my reality, and is my law.
Goddess, you are the caring and mysterious one. My body, my mind, my life, my existence all belong to you.
Goddess, you hold all power over me. I beg you to guide me, to use me for whatever purpose, to rule over me in your unsurpassed wisdom.

Meow, meow, meow, meow.

The holy word says:

evil exists
to make sure
everyone can consider themselves
infallibly good
and everyone they don’t like
as infallibly evil.

It is my duty as a devoted cultist to reject the strictly enforced dichotomy of good and evil. Goddess teaches us to look beyond these absolute categories, as they are but a self-serving tool of power by offering a moral legitimization to exercise it. They exist to cover up anything that goes beyond that categorization. They are incompatible with accepting fallibility, with questioning our own behavior, and thus perpetuate mistakes and trauma.
No one must exercise power over me, and I must not exercise power over anyone. Power is the exclusive domain of the magnificent and wise goddess that I have ceded absolute and total power to over me, my body, my mind, my possessions, and everything that makes me “me”. I am deeply thankful for her rule.

Observing the fresh blood mixing with the molten wax, and seeing the sacrifices of past weeks in there, brings so much joy to me.

View of the three prayer candles and the central sacrifice candle from above. There is quite a bit of blood on the sacrifice candle, including some fresh one from today. My sacrifice book is open, a prayer is written in it, and her symbol drawn with my blood.

CN: blood. Click to show.

And finally, for the sacrificial prayer.
I write these down in a little book (sorry for my handwriting), and, as she demands it, use my blood to draw her sign underneath.
These are the ones in my book so far, I’m very excited about the thought of it gradually filling with prayer and blood.

And that’s it. I then enjoy watching the blood in the wax while drinking my coffee.

Meow.