Might and Magick

  On the night of  Friday, September 21, 2018 ,   the demon GULAND (Grimorium Verum) channeled through me what can only be described as one of if not THE  most  accurate and dire prophecy of our age. GULAND states that a viral repository bio-weapon disease that was developed in China would be coming to the United States. GULAND foretells the weaponized vaccine, 5G to manipulate the vaccine implanted nanotech and liquid particulates, the use of "contact tracing" on smart phones, the reliance of CCP spyware ZOOM during the lock downs, social shaming tactics. GULNAD warns that worst is still YET to come. A new plague is on its way. Being developed right now, it will use the past COVID-19 and m/RNA gene therapy to build upon. GULAND assures me that China is in an invasion posture, and ready with DNA specific bio-weapons to invade the United States. GULAND points to weaponized Ebola and Marburg.  Again, GULAND made this prediction in  2018 .   The Fell Wind Prophecy Hear now the w

  Location: Abandoned house in Marsing, Idaho. I chose this rural fortification because I needed privacy and an environment rife with a particular energy. Messy graffiti tags. Quickly scrawled upside-down pentagrams. 666s. Sloppy spellings of "Satan." Holes were kicked and punched in the walls. The shattered glass from broken windows and beer bottles crunched beneath my boots. My intuition was correct. This space bolstered the rich history of emotional angst, pangs of helplessness, and unfettered rage. The flavor of mana I required. Still, I was not satisfied. My familiar spirits whispered that the prime location was yet to be discovered. The upper floor was tactically unsound. While this was a lonely place, I could not guarantee that the flickering candlelight visible from the windows would not pique the curiosity of uninvited guests. Who or what roamed Idaho farmlands in the pitch of the night was not the equation I was here to explore. However, cocking back the h

Perhaps more astounding than the acts of conjuration and theurgy contained in the Lesser Key are the scrying arts of King Solomon. Scrying is the foundational practice of King Solomon's magic and if we are honest, all of the occult. Its method formulates the Golden Triangle by the unification of psychology, physiology, and psychicism. Arcanum hid by secretive orders of the upper echelon magi whose genetics dripped into the bloodline of today's elite families. Outside of the rare tribal lineage which successfully transmitted those secrets from sorcerer to apprentice, scrying and its process of development are unknown to modern occultists. To formulate the Golden Triangle, one must bring his or her "three wills," under a singular and authoritative control. The will of the mind, the will of the body and the will of the spirit all must come into alignment. Without the Golden Triangle, the magic of Solomon will not work. The three divided wills shall fetter the intent of

 I have repeatedly heard that interest in the occult and the development of mediumistic talents often results from near-death experiences (NDE) and UFO-based abduction. Like many legitimate experiencers of high strangeness, this began for me when I was young and for the same reasons. I was either 11 or 12 when I was given a coven-only copy of the art of Necromancy (contacting the dead) employed by the Witches of Solvang, a witch cult operating in Solvang, California. Since then, I have been driven to pursue, document, and experience paranormal phenomena from the inside out.  The following is an example of that drive. I do not suggest anyone copy what little of my methodologies I share. The paranormal and the occult are  not  practices to take lightly. They have consequences, and those consequences can be dire. Take me seriously, or laugh, but you have been warned either way.  In the practices of spiritism and Necromancy, a thing or object through which a person's spiri

  During the summer of 2018, I took a trip to the infamous Apache Death Cave in Two Guns, Arizona, for a paranormal investigation. My trip came from an e-mail correspondence I shared with another paranormal investigator. She read about the Apache Death Cave on a Reddit thread. She invited me to meet her in Arizona for an adventure. Unfortunately, she informed me she could not make it as I was driving in. I found myself pulling up alone to a cluster of small crumbling brick and mortar buildings late in the evening.   I was told the entrance to Apache Death Cave looked like a hole in the ground. It turned out to be an apt description because a hole in the ground is precisely what it is. I switched from sneakers to hiking boots, grabbed my backpack, and cautiously navigated down the sloop into the cave.  The history of the Apache Death Cave is sketchy, but some elements remain consistent. A band of Apache warriors attacked the Dene, stealing horses and murdering everyone exce

  Papa Legba, open the gate ,Ago Eh! Open the gate for me to pass Papa! Papa Legba, open the gate for me and when I return I shall thank the Loa! -Song to honor PapaLegba, asking with to commence the ceremony. Papa Atibon Legba is the keeper of the crossroad between the world of spirit and the world of flesh. A kindly and greatly beloved Loa. He represents an ancient and deeply revered mystery, linked with the sun's transverse across the sky. Papa Legba serves an essential function and is typically honored before all other Loa.  Papa Atibon Lega so earned the God's trust and respect that he was granted the keys of human destiny Our Lord. Papa Atibon Legba opens and closes the door between the worlds, as well as to all human progression, based on their merit and afforded grace. Papa AtibonLegba controls the good forces of the spirit world and works to protect humanity from the bad. His feast day is June 13th. His colors are white and red. Papa Atibon Legba l

  Gran Bwa literally means "Big Wood," That is fitting because, as far as Loa goes, Gran Bwa is a BIG loa. Boss of the woods and chief of the forest, Gran Bwa is a centerpiece for the Vodou of the New World. Whether Puerto Rican/Sanse, Dominican/21 Divisions, Haitian/Ginen Vodou, including Haitian secret magical societies like the Mayaka (pure Petro), Gran Bwa stands in the middle of it all. Gran Bwa resides in the Vilokan, the tremendous primordial forest of the heavenly realm of the Loa called Ginen. He is the most prominent and most potent Loa in the Vilokan, keeping order both natural and supernatural. Gran Bwa's mysteries are like his roots, deep and vast. Without him, no genuinely practical magic can occur as he holds the secrets to all the herbs, roots, branches, and leaves. With those same herbs, roots, sticks, and leaves, Bran Gwa can make baths and washes, which will break the strongest of black magic and cleanse away all evil, or he can empower them, givin

Kevin Wikse hosting GULAND intelligence  I received an email from an very well-known media personality. They were stunned at my accuracy in predicting the COVID-19 pandemic and the follow-up vaccine issues. They not only came to fruition but years in advance. I was asked if I would like to meet face to face and discuss a project. I am open to the possibility, but I have my  great work  to consider. Presently, COVID-19 pales compared to what I am privy to concerning the upcoming pole shift and events of 2030. It is neither my desire nor intention to have celebrity status. But due to recent developments, I am forced to claim the spotlight.  I've decided I need a chronological display of proofs as sourceable evidence for my claims. I am the  only  occultist and medium to predict COVID-19, the effects of the vaccine, and the awful reasons behind it. All years in advance (2015 to 2018). No one else even came close. My primary consultant has been a powerful astral demon named GU

  The "Sea Maau Hok," or Three Shapes: Cat, Crane, and Snake combined fist boxing, is a lesser-known set taught and maintained by only a scant few schools of Hung Gar. This method was choreographed sometime circa 1940 or 1950 by Sifu Leung Wing Haang in a fastly modernizing city of Hong Kong. The Sea Maau Hok is not from the Shaolin Temple, nor is it hundreds of years old. This helps explain its unique composition in comparison to older Hung Gar sets, which had all or most of their formulation within the walls of Shaolin. During the mid-1900s, the streets of Hong Kong were bustling, extraordinarily crowded, and dangerous. Numerous family clans and societies were vying for control of those streets. Bloody gang wars were fought to hold or expand territory, protect economic interests, and show whose Clan, Family, and or Society was the best in Martial Arts. Demonstrating superior martial skills meant your school attracted more students, and your gang became wealthier an

  The following conjuration is an authentic act of spiritual warfare. Be prepared to seek refuge through PSALM 91 on a near-daily basis. Child exploitation is a TRILLION dollar industry with many and numerous vistas. This atrocity is so vile it has no equal in its repugnancy. I am told of coordinated efforts being funded and launched to bring this industry down. That is all I know about the subject. I was asked if I would not lend my assistance as I have to others in the past. The "Prayer for The Conjure of the Millstone" has been handed down. I now issue it to all of you brave souls who would make it part of your life's mission to persist fearlessly in its use.  Know that evil forces will rise against you. You will be assaulted and stalked by agents of evil, spiritual or otherwise. But you will need to stand your ground, never wavering or faltering in your great work. I am harassed daily by evil spirits and sub-human garbage. They do not want me to continue in m

  Belie Belcan heads the Belcan Division, also known as the Blanca (white) or Rada. He serves as the general of God's Air Force. Belie Belcan expresses the power of God through whipping up storms, hurricanes, earthquakes, and tsunamis. Belie Belcan is justice personified and the embodiment of God's righteous wraith. He is thunder and lighting. When he strikes the ocean, the dominion of his brother, the mighty Admiral Met Agwe Tawayo, the earth trembles.  Belie Belcan is a highly elevated Loa and is known to work very closely with the Archangel Michael. Together they hunt down agents of Lucifer on the Astral Realm, chasing legions of demons and impure spirits back into the lowest depths of Hell. Belie Belcan commands the brave Loa of the Belcan nation against malevolent forces and the enemies of Vodou and its adherents. Belie Belcan's feast day is September 29th. His colors are green and red. He asks for tobacco and then rum. Belie Belcan is consulted for all ma

Kwa! Ghede! Kwa! -Saluting the Ghede.   Papa Ghede Limbo is Chief of Ghede nation. In our lineage of Vodou, Papa Ghede Limbo was granted the rank of 33rd-degree Master Mason. He is nephew to Baron Samedi and son of Baron and Baroness Lakwa. He is very similar in respect to Baron Samedi; however younger and a touch more reserved. Papa Ghede Limbo is an exceptional magician and healer. He can authorize or cease all masonic magic. He is less likely to frequent with the more evil spirits but no less capable of handling them. Papa Ghede Limbo mitigates and holds exceptionally high rank within the often rowdy and near-endless nation of the Ghede or the Dead. The knowledge and ability to do either good or evil in this nation are staggering, and Papa Ghede Limbo has access to it all. Within the Ghede nation is found the best, and consequently, the worst, humanity has to offer.  Papa Ghede Limbo LaKwa walks with Saint Expedite, a Saint with deep ties to folk magic and mirac

I received a comment on it a few days ago for a blog entry I made back in 2011. My words and experiences inspired him to crawl out of his depression, spend time under the iron, and build himself back up. I knew I needed the blow the dust off this piece and re-submit it to a larger audience. I hope it inspires many more people.  -Kevin Wikse 2022 I have been through some life-altering adjustments in the last couple of weeks. Lord Mars laid waste to my old life. With a mighty stroke of his spear, he sent me to crawl off and assess my wounds. In hindsight, I intuitively knew it was coming. I knew I required more room to grow than my current situation could afford me. My progress had become stifled. Sons of Mars must always march on. There is only ever forward for us. Without progress, we enter stagnation, and that is death.  A single painful act of compassion, and I was freed. Freedom has a sweetness the weak will never know. The power of Mars has done its work. I am face