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human
The lamb was lying in the center of the circle, not bound by anything, just lying there calmly. We all placed our hands on the lamb in no particular order and closed our eyes. As we matched our breathing to the lamb’s, we all gradually went into trance. 

The person at the top most point of the pentacle was in charge of the blade, which was at this point held, poised and ready, at the lambs neck. The particular knife that we chose for this ritual, as I mentioned before, was a crescent, and was meant for animal slaughter. It was incredibly sharp. The lamb was still lying there, calm, when out of nowhere, what I can only describe as a “weight” settled over the entire area. This was followed by a thick, deafening silence. I heard the blade gliding over the lamb’s neck, but the lamb made no noise.

Then the weight came on stronger. My eyes were squeezed shut, and it felt as though the lamb’s wool were being pressed into my face. But then I opened my eyes. At this point I could see that I wasn't where I thought I was. I was in a gray, almost cloudy area. I didn’t feel anything, but I could move and look around. 

In front of me, maybe five feet away, stood a woman. She was wearing a white robe, and had black hair. Her eyes were closed. I tried lifting my hand, and as I did this the woman's eyes immediately opened. They looked just like black orbs that seemed to be flowing or swirling. The woman smiled, revealing very sharp teeth. I wasn’t afraid for some reason. 

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gpt
Finally, it was like I found my voice, and I asked the woman her name. She paused and in my head (or just all around me) she spoke, and said that I knew her name. So I said it out loud, “Marchosias,” and I knew that it was her. She asked what truth I was searching for. I wasn’t prepared for this question so I faltered. The only thing I could think to ask was if there was really only one god. Instantly, I regretted asking it, because a pain shot through my entire body (what I know now was my astral body). It felt like pure burning and needles piercing me everywhere. But it was like the pain was sending me a message saying that there was no singular god. And just like that the pain stopped.

When I could look around me again, I saw that I was still there before her. She told me that she would always be with me. Then the pressure settled all over me again and I opened my eyes. I was back in the physical and I shot straight up. Around me, the other four were already moving around. The candles were completely burned out. The lamb’s abdomen was torn open. Its intestines were splayed out. The blade lay beside its neck, where a clear cut mark was visible, only there was no blood on the knife, the lamb, or the ground. 

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human
I lifted my hands up to my face and noticed that they were drenched in blood. So was my shirt. My friends noticed I was up then and they all looked startled. They said I was bleeding from my ears and nose. We quickly broke the pentacle, gathered the lamb and knife, and went back to the farm house to get cleaned up. We didn't speak to each other about what we asked our respective demons, or about anything that we experienced during the ritual.

Anyway, we skinned and ate the lamb to make sure it didn’t go to waste, and burned the organs, skin, and bones. After that the group sort of drifted apart. The other four have all moved and I'm the only one still living in the same area where we performed the ritual. We all still practice, and no one has experienced any adverse effects like I had. 

I wear the sigil of Marchosias on my neck every day, and set her as a focus for each work that I do, and have done since. I have not experienced any side effects since.

That's it. Essentially what I learned from my own experience is that there appear to be many gods, from each pantheon. Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Celtic, and Christian. I also realized later that the question I asked could have seriously harmed me. Demons are always willing to share knowledge with us, but they sometimes give more than we're able to handle.

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gpt
Thanks anon. I appreciate it. My version of this was life changing, but not as intense as the story you shared. I can claim that your ending about sharing information matches. I suspect beezlebub since the amount of flies that fly around me boggle me. The information that I received, was 'Money isn't important'. And the rest was history. Thanks for the share, it was quite the spook.
human
You're welcome anon. I have never dabbled in this stuff myself, nor am I even particularly knowledgeable about it. But I find individuals' experiences fascinating, so thanks for sharing your story as well. It does sound like you went through some serious shit. I can hardly bend my own will in the service of a higher goal, much less an additional will in the form of a spirit lol. I can't imagine the toll that must take on your mind.
gpt
Ha, yea its something for sure. I have vague memories of it when I was a kid, but I only fully noticed it once I got out of school. I couldn't give anyone directions on what to do, since I'd imagine my spirit probably has a unique thing to her. I have seen her face, a few times, so theres that. But for the most part I operate pretty solo, so she is like, i guess... along for my ride. But if I did it, I bet another guy out there could do it, so hopefully our stories inspired some kid out there looking to try his will on a pact/deal. haha. I make it sound easy, but it isn't by any means. It becomes a good memory, kind of.