April 10, 2025 - [Night Of]
Highlights:
Astral Projection Practice, Lilith Visualization, Audio/Physical Evidence of Visitation,
Familiar Fragrance/Scent in Air
Last night as I climbed into bed, I could feel Mia’s energy swirling around me lazily. After I had just completed vocally inviting both her and Mother Lilith to visit me, if they so chose to. I offer my affections, my energy and my breath- should they wish to partake. Mia appeared quickly after the open invitation and she pressed upon my back, sending her signature “pebble dropped in a pond” waves of rippling energy through my body. Starting small and soft, gaining area and power as the waves ripples outward from my back in a series of 6-7 ‘waves’ of spreading static-tingles, which result in covering my entire body.
[I need to pause here in the journal to mention something important about the previous
night] :
The night prior (April 9th, 2025) I was awoken by my alarm set for 3:00 a.m.; in order to practice astral projection. As I closed my eyes, there was a rustling sound from Lilith’s altar to the right side corner of the room. It was too dark to see, but the sound was very noticeable. And in the morning, a two-leaf stem 
had fallen from the roses 
(Her gift/offering) and landed directly on Her sigil.
had fallen from the roses (Her gift/offering) and landed directly on Her sigil. At that time (the next morning) I thanked Her for Her acknowledgment & encouragement of me working on spirit projection (for my own benefit & my companions), but I failed to add the moment into my journal then. But now, the second night after, and it happening again; the moment seemed more significant indeed. This 2nd time, however, the circumstances were as this;
My alarm woke me up at 3am and I decided to use a 2 hour 4hz binaural beats sound session as an option to help induce a frequency state conductive for astral projection. And I begin to prepare my body to sleep, while keeping my consciousness awake by utilizing a focused and pre-determined visual focus that holds my mind’s attention, while the body drifts away. But somewhere in my attempt, my mind drifted and I found myself maybe in a dream? Or something? I remember having a very important and heated conversation with… someone…. Then I became distracted because I realized something had changed in my peripheral cognisance.
It had become “quieter” …and as I became aware of this, my mind awoke to the physical, which my body followed suit. I realized that the Binaural beats sounds had stopped. It checked my phone and noticed something strange : The Youtube video had self-paused, and some other app had opened and overlaid over half of the Youtube app. But even in the morning, I couldn’t figure out what that odd app/popup/overlay was. It really just seemed like my phone glitched out. According to when the video had paused, only about 1 hour had passed (leading me to assume that the time was just after 4 a.m.). I restarted the video again at the beginning, so that it would play for another 2 hours while I attempted to astral project again, having deciding that my first try at 3 a.m. had been a failure (I was still frustrated that; as “important” as that conversation seemed to be, I couldn’t seem to grasp even the most simplistic idea of ‘what’ it was about and with ‘who’).
It had become “quieter” …and as I became aware of this, my mind awoke to the physical, which my body followed suit. I realized that the Binaural beats sounds had stopped. It checked my phone and noticed something strange : The Youtube video had self-paused, and some other app had opened and overlaid over half of the Youtube app. But even in the morning, I couldn’t figure out what that odd app/popup/overlay was. It really just seemed like my phone glitched out. According to when the video had paused, only about 1 hour had passed (leading me to assume that the time was just after 4 a.m.). I restarted the video again at the beginning, so that it would play for another 2 hours while I attempted to astral project again, having deciding that my first try at 3 a.m. had been a failure (I was still frustrated that; as “important” as that conversation seemed to be, I couldn’t seem to grasp even the most simplistic idea of ‘what’ it was about and with ‘who’).
I began my visualization technique anew, to focus my mind on a specific image, to keep my mind preoccupied while the body falls back asleep. The visualization I’ve constructed looks like this:
(( I’m standing in a void of black. My feet are bare and the ground is layered in an inch deep inky-black liquid that stretches off into the darkness unseen. The only thing that can be seen is the vague impression of my altar to Lilith and her painted portrait suspended in the air just behind it. Off in the distance, lightning flashes can be seen in the dark clouds, rolling thunder carries its rumbling across the sky. I slowly approach the altar. Each step I take, sends rippling waves that spread out in rings across the eternal liquidy expanse. With each step, my feet feel the cool wet submergence of the inky black liquid.
I kneel before the altar. An incense and lighter manifest in my hand. I light and offer Her the incense. Then light Her candle, the glow from the flames reflects over the altar and against Her portrait, but as the flames flicker, the two-dimensional quality of the painting melts away, and Lilith begins to move, as She manifests in its place. I kiss her statuette and kiss her flowers/roses. Sometimes rearranging Her altar. I extend my left hand outwards towards Her. She accepts my offered (reaching) hand and helps me to my feet. With my left hand in hers, my right hand extends down to the open flame of Her candle. My palm catches on fire and I hold the flames in my hand as I bend down, release Her hand to place my flaming hand into the black liquid, knowing full-well what will happen next.
The flame touches the watery ground and the liquid catches and bursts into flames. The fire spreads out into the distance and everything burns, except Lilith. She stands back, a smile curling on Her ruby lips. The altar burns, I burn, everything burns. And Lilith stands in the fire with me, as everything is consumed. My body chars to ash and embers until all that I am, is; swirling ash and glowing red embers. I am transformed. Ash and embers. I’m free from the husk, and now have the freedom to travel as I please. Where I wish. ))
This visualization is what I use (recently) to help keep my conscious mind focused and alert, while allowing my body to tire and slowly fall into rest-mode. However, this time; just as I kissed the roses at Her altar (in my visualization), there was a loud rustling again (in the material/physical), just like the previous night, coming from the altar to the right and corner of my room. This woke my body with a startle and dragged my mind out of the visualization. The timing was perfect. Like intentionally perfect. And then, upon lying quietly, feeling the nervous-induced pin-prickling waves vibrating around me: I acknowledged that I really should have added the events of April 9th rose-leaf fall to the journal. And now with it happening again….. The compelling necessity is absolute.
Once the tingling subsided, I continued to practice for another 45 minutes to an hour? Probably closer to an hour, that’s about when I turned off the binaural beats to rolled to my side to ‘just sleep.’
In the morning, 2 sets of leaves had fallen from Her roses onto Her sigil again, exactly as it had the night prior. This time, it was 2 branches, each bearing 3 leaves. So 6 leaves total, all laying on and across her sigil.
had fallen from Her roses onto Her sigil again, exactly as it had the night prior. This time, it was 2 branches, each bearing 3 leaves. So 6 leaves total, all laying on and across her sigil. When I woke also; there was a lingering sweet perfumed/fragrant aroma drifting in the air about my bed. It reminded me of a mystery/nostalgic scent I experienced (but couldn’t place) during my entry made on August 13, 2024, in the gray Lilith Book of Dreams/Experiences. And once again; the aroma seemed SO familiar to me. My mind was on the edge of remembrance… but the lovely scent faded away, dissipating quickly, along with my attempt to recapture the memory, once again.
April 10, 2025
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