Three or four years ago, I made used of a character that enables one to have a conscious sleep but won’t put you in total control, the Spirit in charge of the Character would be in control. But will let you penetrate hidden places or wherever you desire. And you will wake up here as if you just had your normal sleep but you would know inside you that you wasn’t sleeping. It’s like the Spirit behind the character helps in Astral Travel, he just come, snap you out of your body and only does what he sees on your mind.

He will be a guide too, he will caution you from places you can go and places you shouldn’t visit.

I remember the character has names like Agios, Otheos, Tetragrammaton, Paracletus…+++ but I can’t remember anymore.

I use this character frequently: One day I came across someone who introduced an Art to me, he kind of called it a lost art. It wasn’t a big deal, not something with much story or ceremony. He talked about the mirror to use, the conjuration, the time and day to operate. And I woke up.

I couldn’t believe what I just experienced, I quickly jot down what I could remember that moment.
I prepared myself for the Art, and got all materials needed. It doesn’t require fasting but one must be chaste.

It was on a Sunday morning, I arose to wash my face, ablution. Wear my consecrated white vestment, I entered the small place consecrated for this operation.

Among the necessary stuff for this art to be a success, which will play a major role there is mixture of incense and some recipes (couldn’t remember them all). I already prepared it, I attached it to the back of the triangular mirror. The mirror has to be consecrated too; it also has holy names written on it. The mirror looks something like this…

I did the conjuration first time, nothing happened, did it the second time, nothing. I was reciting the conjuration again, and the mirror changed. You know when a TV lost signal…that’s what I saw on the mirror. Fear kind of grip me but I keep calm, my voice started shaking…few seconds later, I saw a big forest with differents animals on four foot, beasts, scary, crazy and wild animals. All of a sudden they started running back and forth, like, running for their lives. I saw a tiny road but bushes almost covered it; a tall man in white garment was seen walking on this tiny road and none of the leaves touched him. The beast kept running the more, hiding themselves.

While I focused my attention on the images as if I’m watching a sci-fi movie, I saw the man jumped up and a face appeared in the mirror looking at me. The trees, bush, everything was seen no more.

I offered him incense, he spoke.

I fancy this Art so much, unlike Pauline Art, Almadel, that requires lots of ceremonies; and in the end there maybe no success.

But my stupid self gave out the book where I recorded the Lost Art and my experiences to a fellow initiate, and he never returns. And I didn’t care much because I have other arts with me then…back then.

One thing beautiful about this called lost art is that the Spirit who looks more like an angel but with different appearance, character will remain in the mirror. Whenever you need to speak with him, just utter the word of power and his face will appear. He told me that he doesn’t belong to this world; and that it’s been long anyone contact them, that they were forgotten.
It was him who made known to me that Abracadabra is not a name of God nor any magical word as many believed, but the name of a Great Angel, and that he is not from this world too. I learnt a lot from him.

Recently I started thinking about this art and I thought I should write something about it lest it dies in me. And…I wish to get it back.