This is a piece that I got on a solo investigation that I went on a while back. I heard of this place called the Pit of Despair in Maine. It was supposedly a place in the thick of the woods where witches who escaped from Salem during the witch met up. There they formed a small colony of their own, creating a pit where they would hold rituals and call forth the Devil himself. I was enthralled at not only finding the pit but seeing if the stories that I had heard were factual. In other words, I wanted to see if I could open the Pit of Despair myself. I’m naturally a skeptic, so I was thinking in my brain that there was no possible way the pit even existed. However, when I found the pit, it looked like some random hole in the ground. I became even more skeptical that the pit would serve any particular purpose. Supposedly locals had been using the pit for centuries to do the same thing as the witches did. Why this small town was so obsessed with calling forth the Devil is anybody’s guess and maybe has something to do with its history. Either way, I took heed of took heed of the local legend, suggesting that in order for the pit to open I needed to offer it some blood.
No, I didn’t kill anybody. Instead, I cut myself open and allowed a few drops of my own blood to fall upon the pit. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, the ground began to smoke and the pit filled up with black tar. The pit of black tar began to boil and bubble. It spilled over from the pit in the ground and something began to take shape from its midst. Ash spewed into the air, which was filled with the stench of rotting, burning corpses. The black tar began to mold and shift into some sort of ugly decayed form and as it did I could hear the screeching and wailing of a million woeful souls. The black tar continued to shift and mold until it if formed a pillar of nothingness that stood before me. It stood in the encircle pit, gleaming red eyes, smoke rising up all around it. At this point, I realized that the entity was trapped in the enclave formed by the pit of despair.
His shape began to sharpen and I could make out the shape of a wretched, horned beast-- the type that visits children in their nightmares. He stood there looking at me, sizing me up as if he was trying to read me; and he did. It wasn’t long before I hear a familiar voice calling to me from the pit. It was a childhood friend that I had attended school with, who died in a car accident not long after graduation. He called out to me begging me to save his soul, telling me that all I had to do was come to the pit and pull him out. Then as I watched, the face of the beast morphed into the face of my lost friend. For a second, my body panged with the pain of a lost loved on. I looked into the face of my friend and longed to save his soul. I took a step forward as my friend coaxed me into the pit. Then I took another step.
I was perilously close to the pit when the protection piece that I wore finally kicked in and St. Michael broke the connection that the beast held on my mind. I stumbled backward and looked up. The face of the beast had returned and it was visibly angered. The beast reared up and let out a roar that sounds like a hundred peals of thunder. Little splatters of black tar splashed up from the pit. A drop hit my leg and began to sizzle. I could feel endless despair and depression course through my body and for a second all I wanted to feel was death. It only lasted a second, but I thought to myself that this is what the souls of the beast feel for eternity. This is their punishment and damnation. I didn’t have much time to reflect on what I had felt because out of te corner of my eye, I saw that the beast had begun something new. The tar from the pit had begun to rise up and form into tentacles that looked quite like those you would see on an octopus!
As I sat there marveled and alarmed at what I was watching, I knew that I needed to escape. At the same time, I was mesmerized and all I could do was watch. The black tar from the pit formed multiple tentacles and before I realized what was happening, these tentacles began to creep out of the pit. They came forth at a staggering speed that kind of knock me off balance. I feel to the side, rolled over and began crawling on all fours. It was no use, though. The tentacles had crept up on me by this point and there was no escaping them. Ohe had me by my ankle and another two had me by my wrists. I was catapulted into the air. As I hung there, the beast brought be eye to eye with him. He allowed me to see into his soul. I was able to see his entire history in an instant, even though in that moment it felt longer. I was able to see his very creation by the hands of God. I was able to see back to the time when he sat at the right hand of God. I could see all of his knowledge, but I could also see his jealousy when God created humanity. It was an ugly thing. I was able to feel what he felt when he felt like God had abandoned him for a new creation. I saw as he created an uprising and I was able to watch as he fell from Heaven into his lake of fire and brimstone.
My mind was lost in all that I saw. I began to wonder how something so beauteous and righteous and knowledgable could become something so wretched and full of despair. Then it hit me-- it was jealousy, hatred, and disloyalty. It was the antithesis of everything that God stood for. This was because God created Lucifer, his brightest angel, with free will. However, only God was perfect and Lucifer was not. He was able to feel things that God was not able to feel-- everything that was the opposite of God. This is what caused the fall. It is also why Lucifer, in his transformed version of Satan, is so easily able to steal souls in a world that has an absence of God and free will. As I slowly began to become enlightened, I was snapped back to reality and the gaze of the beast shifted. It spoke to me in a gnarly voice, “And now your soul is mine!!”
I remember thinking that this was it, that my protection piece evidently wasn’t strong enough for the grips of the beast. However, as the beast uttered those words I heard a sound like trumpets pouring forth from the heavens and St. Michael once again appeared and in one smooth motion used his sword of holy fire to cut off the tips of the tentacles that had attached themselves to me. The beast then rescinded into the pit of despair and St. Michael destroyed the pit once and for all, bidding it never to be opened again. Smart move if you ask me. The tar and the tentacle that had gripped my right wrist began to harden. I watched as tar and tentacle was transformed into this piece. The stone in the center holds dual powers and here’s why. The tar was cut from the pit by St. Michael’s sword of holy fire. Thus, the tar has been transformed and now holds traces of both white and dark knowledge and magic.
When you use this piece, you are going to wear it while meditating. When you meditate think of nothing. Allow your mind to be totally free and blank. The powers from this piece will creep up and into your mind like a tentacle. It will wrap its knowledge around your mind and permeate your brain. You will be given knowledge of all powers and magic. This includes all black magic and all white magic and everything in between. You will be given all the knowledge of Heaven. This includes the knowledge of all the angels, of the white light pyramid, of the Ark of the Covenant, of the Holy Grail, and of the Holy Assumption. You are given the white light secrets of Heaven. On the contrary, you are given the secrets to Hell. You will be given the knowledge of the number 666, the beast with the ten horns and all the other prophecy talked about in the Bible that is contained in the knowledge of Lucifer. You will be given the knowledge of Lucifers from when he was the most powerful angel before he fell into the pits of Hell. This includes all the secret magic and knowledge shared with him by God. This also includes the knowledge of Lucifer in his form of Satan. This includes his dark knowledge and sorcery that he holds from becoming the dark prince. That is why we call this a dual power piece. In all actuality, it is just all-inclusive and holds the presence of all knowledge!