FAUSTUS CROW - DEMON GIRL BELPHEGOR: SUCCUBUS OF THE LOUVRE

DEMON GIRL BELPHEGOR

SUCCUBUS OF THE LOUVRE

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INTRODUCTION

Some years ago, at a time, during my youth, I had a most vivid dream, within which I became fully aware that I was dreaming; though fast asleep in my bed, I otherwise found myself walking into an urban landscape of a city, which I felt was situated in some foreign land. The scenery of the city seemed to become ever more surreal as I looked at it, as if my eyes were peeling away underlying memories of the place, which started to shift into each other, to merge of surrealistic juxtapositions, whose colours were all earthly of soft pastels made flat by the light of the day.

The light quality of the inner daylight was like one of those overcast days, which of a sky was bleached white, overlaid by a thick blanket of chalk clouds. I noticed shadowy, humanoid matchstick figures in the distance, who were congregating around a large building of an old house, to which I seemed to be walking towards. These human figures were also surreal of form, as if made up of overlapping images of themselves who appeared to be waiting for someone to emerge from out of the building. Around the building were scattered strange looking technological devices or that of sculptures, which I could not discern of actual usage or distinct form. As I was looking at these surreal creations I started to feel as if I was being keenly observed by some other presence.

Then I noticed someone stepping out of the door of the house whose humanoid form was distinctly female and very graceful of movement. She was dressed in a long flowing, tight clinging, see through dress, which seemed to be made up of peacock feathers or to be that of a flowery design. I could not make out her face, since she was wearing what appeared to be a monstrous mask, which gave me the impression it was that of some feral beast. It was then, that I decided I should vacate this dream as quickly as possible, since the woman who was rapidly advancing towards me could be possibly malign of intent.

I proceeded to return back to my sleeping body by allowing myself to be sucked up into a vortex I had opened; whereupon I travelled up into a dark tunnel; as I was being translated back into my body, I made protective gestures with my hands by tracing out sigils into the ethereal air, uttering mantras; for I was aware that the presence I had encountered in my dream was following me.

It took a time before I felt fully embodied to thence awaken; whereupon I lifted myself up from the bed in a dizzy swoon. The intensity of the lucid dream had taken its toll; I felt quite exhausted. By this point I was fully awake, but I then became aware that I was not alone in the room; there was a presence around me, watching; though at first invisible, I knew it was there. When I overcame my fear, to ask, "who are you?" Even though I felt like a total idiot in doing so, I was duly answered by a full blown manifestation of a woman standing near my bed; though momentary, I could see her quite clearly of a very physical presence; I knew that she was the entity who had followed me through the tunnel. The woman was young, possibly of teenage years, with long reddish blond hair who was quite beautiful, whom wore a see through flowery hippie dress; she seemed to be made of light, like a hologram. I then asked her name, to which she answered, "my name is Belphegor."

What further to have followed is a private matter, apart from to say that it was a most vivid hallucination, if it was indeed, just a hallucinatory conjuration of my own mind? The encounter involved an intelligent discourse between myself and this spirit as well involving all of my five senses; she then said goodbye before disappearing. I attempted to test the situation afterwards by imagining her back; but all I was able to conjure up was disjointed surreal imagery within my mind; an externalised projection did not occur of any substantial intensity. The entity I had encountered was a distinct personality; in many respects, she was no different to a flesh and blood individual. Whatever happened was far more than just an imaginative visualisation. What I will relate is that I did not know at the time what her name meant; although, there was a faint recollection I had come across her name somewhere, after the event transpired. I later found her name in a book about grimoires, of very scant description; whereby I came to the conclusion that I had subconsciously remembered her name when to have read it many years prior. The question is, why did she manifest and not some other grimoire spirit? There be so many others of an archetypal influence to have sojourned the associative arena of my surreal dream.

This experience happened at a time when I had no particular interest in exploring medieval grimoires to any great extent, in fact I avoided them due to their all male orientation; it occurred out of the blue without any ritualistic focus on my part. However, the experience made me realise that there is far more to this reality of ours than we are led to believe.

Some years later I did some research into Belphegor; however, the information tended to be thin on the ground; although, I soon discovered that the French are somewhat enamoured with this spirit of an influential archetype, which has inspired the creation of books, comics, films and even a neo-Belphegor fashion theme in Vogue; but, there is the distinct possibility that Belphegor is far more than just an archetypal character.

FEMALE DAIMON OF GENIE GENIUS

Within the gnarled tomes of demonology, Belphegor (or Beelphegor) is a Demon who enables a sorcerer to make many a discovery like that of an inspired electric Eel of a Nikola Tesla having visions, which also overlaps into other fields of endeavour such as the arts to become akin to a Salvador Dali or a Pablo Picasso to breakthrough barriers of perception. It is said that this Demon seduces people by suggesting to them Ingenious inventions, which will make them rich beyond avarice. Although such Inventions, which Belphegor to inspire can also be that of an Inventive and most Ingenious story topping Harry Potter, to thence experience via a vivid 'lucid dream' before you commit it to writing.

DAIMONIC SUCCUBUS OF THE SPRING RITE

Many of the 16th century demonologists had determined that the power of this Demon is far stronger during 'April' of key-time around star-clock zodiac. Why April? You may enquire. Well, The Roman's gave this month the Latin name of Aprilis, but the actual derivation of this name is uncertain. The traditional etymology is from the verb aperire, 'to open,' which is said to be an allusion to April being the season when trees and flowers begin to 'open;' this is supposedly supported by comparison with the modern Greek word for spring.

NYMPHOMANIAC GODDESS OF SEXUAL LOVE

Many of the Roman months were named in honour of their divinities, wherefore you find that April was probably sacred to the Goddess of sexual love called Venus, whose Veneralia was celebrated during (Aprilis) April. It thereby appears that April was originally the Venus month of Aphrilis; this is more so the case since Venus is originally derived from a Greek Goddess whose name is Aphrodite (Aphros), or from the Etruscan name Apru.