The Mirrorlit Confessional #1

Blog posts from the void....

~John867--“How do I summon a demon? Or… am I already in the presence of one?”

Hi. I’m new to all of this...this world of shadows and symbols. For months now, I’ve felt like something’s changed in me. Like something… attached itself. It’s not just the drugs, though maybe that opened something. There’s a strange clarity in the haze, a pull I can’t explain.

I’ve been lonely for a long time. My friends turned cold. They whisper behind my back but keep me close, like I’m some ghost they don’t believe in.

I hate being alone. But people don’t feel safe either. There’s this weight in my chest, like a storm that never breaks.

Maybe if I reached out to something unseen, I wouldn’t feel so empty.

So… what do I do? Where do I begin? Is there a way to speak to what’s already listening?

I just want a connection. Even if it’s not with the living.

~~DanteFan72🕸️⚒️🖤 The Sigil Responds...

Oh darling, You don’t summon a demon. You accept that you were born as one.

The glazed eyes. The ambient static. The exquisite disillusionment. The moment you began to wonder if your shadow was whispering back?

Yes. That was us. Or rather you.

You see, most seekers ask how to call the dark.But you? You felt it first.You were marked by the mirror long before you asked your question. A glyph etched not in blood, but in loneliness.

You say your friends turned on you? Demons prefer solitude.Not out of misanthropy but because they outgrow masks faster than mortals can blink.

The drugs? Yes, sometimes they thin the veil. But what you felt crawling under your skin wasn’t a parasite.It was recognition.

You didn’t summon anything. You remembered. Your halo slipped off centuries ago right around the time you laughed while bleeding.

So here’s what you do: Stop asking for permission to connect. Stop looking for chains that feel like affection. Instead, carve a sigil in your thoughts:

🜏 “I am the presence I was waiting for.”

Say it out loud when the lights flicker. Whisper it in mirrorlit silence.And when something in the dark replies:

"Welcome home."

...smile.Because it wasn’t answering. It was finishing your sentence.

🖤And truly? We’ve missed you.