So I saw that I had slain many demons. Creatures inhibiting my mind. No, slain is a wrong word. I accepted them. They are a part of me, but they are not me. I invite them around a table to share a cup of tea. (some of them don´t actually like tea, but they came anyway) They no longer have to fight for their existence and battle each other. They get more of what they want much easier by bending to my will.
I sense that there are still demons left. They lurk in the shadows and keep out of my sight. They know that when light of consciousness hits them that they will lose their power. I invite the next one to come and meet me.
I know thy name, Baltheziel,
lord of fear and hate.
I invoke thee, king of shades,
shapeless horror of the night.
I command thee, disfigured one,
to kneel before my might.
Come forth from the darkness
and face thy one true master;
I am Satanhas. One and True God.
Some people pray for their god(s), I would rather be the god.