Hello! Welcome to my blog :) For this one I am presenting some short stories from my days of Witch Wars or Astral Battles. This is just a few examples of my experiences that I wanted to make video of to see how AI does at changing visions to something tangible, and make a badass metal song. Of course, AI has great uses but cannot capture the vision exactly.
The cool heavy metal song I made about Witch Wars is @ https://youtu.be/gweoEmCn4ww
🌙 Story One: The Weather Vampires and the Thunder Chant
As a storm raged outside that night I saw them attacking me in my dreams, as things occur when it comes to some Astral battles. I stood in the static of Dream Scape, the pressure thick around me, when their circle of shadows came hunting in the night. They thought they had me cornered. Yet the sky itself rebelled. The horizon split red, and the storm chose its master.
Chango descended. His double‑axe gleamed, his mace swung with fire. Every false weather vamp was scattered, blown from the space they had tried to claim. Outside my window, the real thunder cracked — not theirs, but his. The King of the Storm had arrived, and the sky roared its allegiance.
The battle was swift. The storm was not theirs to steal. It belonged to Shango, sovereign of thunder, master of war. This story demonstrates that Chango is stronger than any bad Vampire can ever hope to be.
My blog that tells Chango's story from card divination with Him is @ https://citedinfo.blogspot.com/2025/11/papa-chango-speaks-divination-of-chango.html
🌊 Story Two: The Coffin Spell, The River, and Oshun
I was an admin in a magick circle on Facebook once, guarding the line. I warned them not to post Crowley’s corruption, not to spread the sickness that twists children and poisons the stream. But they did not listen. Instead, they built me a coffin in their anger, and cast me into the river as they boldly announced in the group.
That night in Dream Scape, I had very lucid dreams. I was swimming in a river. The water was cold, heavy, and deep. Hands rose from the bottom, clutching at my ankles, pulling me down. They wanted me drowned, silenced, forgotten. Yet my legs were strong. I kicked through the current, refusing to yield to their hate.
The river erupted in gold. Oshun rose from the depths, shimmering like sunlight on water. She did not rescue me — she guided me. Her currents lifted my pace, her blessing washed every curse from my face.
I swam free. The coffin was gone. The group was behind me. The river became my liberation, and Oshun’s golden thunder‑water carried me forward. I left that group the next day as the owner should have scolded them what tried to hexe me with their lil' coffin spell. This story is an example of how the Orisha are stronger than any Witches.
My blog that uses card divination to ask Oshun for Her story for Herself is @ https://citedinfo.blogspot.com/2025/07/oshuns-story-from-oracle-of-shadow-and.html
🕸️ Story Three: Kali the Spider and A Threat to My Son
Once there was a threat to my Son in the real world, and Momma Kali came in the astrals almost immediately after I laid down to meditate on it, and She showed me how to morph into a Spider to bind the attack. That was one of the most cool experiences in my whole Magickal life.
The threat came in shadows, aimed at my son. I laid down, closed my eyes, and slipped into the astral battlefield to see what had begun. The air was tense, the dreamspace alive with malice.
Then she appeared. Momma Kali, shifting her form into spider‑light, eight legs gleaming with precision. She did not roar or rage — she wove. Her web was surgical, each strand placed with deadly care.
Together we wove it tight, binding the danger, locking the malice into threads that could not break. The monsters were caught, their strike undone. And then — silence. A single second of absolute stillness, the kind that follows lightning when the world holds its breath.
The web had been spun. The threat was undone. My son was safe.
My blog that asked Kali to tell Us Her story with card divination is @ https://citedinfo.blogspot.com/2025/07/kali-divination-for-how-he-wants-her.html
After in left the Magick group I was admin in I joined various other Voodoo and Ifa groups with my message that all are free to approach Papa Legba and that He is the One who does much of the Magick for which Voodoo Priests are paid. Through the Years He had tended my Gates against many Priests and many attacks so that my ego grew too large. One day He told me that many of those in groups use Magick as their livelihood so I should leave all the groups and retire to my blog or He will stop tending my Gates. Of course, there were still many battles with my Ghost army, but only in defense of the Innocent.
The war had raged across storms, rivers, webs, and crossroads. Each battle carried its own trial, each god their own lesson. But in the end, the forces stood united.
Papa Legba guarded the gates, steady at the crossroads. Shango struck steel, his double‑axe blazing with thunder. Oshun washed the river, her golden currents flowing with blessing. Kali wove precision, her spider‑light binding malice into silence.
Together they moved as one. The storm roared, the river shimmered, the web held, the gate stood firm. The false magicians, the coffins, the threats — all dissolved.
The sky cracked with a final thunder. The ground shook with justice. The war was over.
My main blog about Papa Legba, that He had me write and that debunks American Horror Story is @ https://citedinfo.blogspot.com/2017/06/will-real-papa-legba-please-stand-up.html
The later cartomancy divination spreads for this blog is @ https://citedinfo.blogspot.com/2025/11/will-real-papa-legba-please-stand-up.html
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