“In May of 2025, something happened that ultimately changed my life for the better.
During early adulthood, I constantly doubted and questioned God and Christianity. Over time, this skepticism grew deeper, and I often entertained the idea of becoming an atheist. Eventually, it left me feeling empty—without direction, without purpose, and without anything meaningful to place my faith in.
In that vulnerable state, I came across a virtual cult. Its members openly practiced the occult and claimed to work by making pacts with demons and other entities. Instead of being repelled, I felt an intense curiosity. I asked for permission to join.
The cult leader asked me what I was searching for and why I had lost my faith in God. His question immediately unsettled me—how could he have known that? Still, I explained my situation honestly. After listening, he asked whether I was interested in practicing the Ars Goetia. Knowing exactly what that involved, I answered without hesitation: yes.
He gave me a list of demons to choose from and asked which one I wanted to make a pact with. I chose King Paimon, described as a powerful king of Hell, a close ally of Lucifer, commanding hundreds of legions of spirits.
The leader smiled and told me something that deeply disturbed me—that Paimon had been following me, entering my thoughts and manifesting in my dreams. He claimed that my discovery of the cult was no coincidence, but that Paimon himself had led me there so someone could guide me in establishing contact.
A few weeks later, during a full moon, the leader told me the timing was perfect to form the pact. He instructed me on everything I needed to do. Through a virtual call, he guided me in casting a circle, lighting candles, and preparing for the incantation.
Before beginning, I asked whether performing the ritual nude would make the connection stronger. He said it would, claiming it would make the bond more open and trustworthy—but only if I was comfortable with him watching. Despite feeling uneasy, I proceeded.
As the ritual began, I felt an overwhelming sensation of being watched.
Suddenly, the speakers on my television turned on by themselves, emitting strange, distorted frequencies. When I asked the leader what was happening, he calmly told me that Paimon was simply finding ways to make his presence known.
The speakers went silent.
A few minutes later, I heard a loud, animalistic hissing sound coming from beneath the television stand. There was nothing there. Once again, the leader insisted it was only him.
While kneeling in a meditative trance, I noticed a moth fly directly across my field of vision. The leader immediately told me that Paimon was present and that, over the next few days, I would experience intense, vivid, and disturbing dreams. He instructed me to pay close attention to them.
Before ending the ritual, he warned me to carry my amulet everywhere I went, saying that separating myself from it could bring serious consequences.
He told me that Paimon would always remain present at my side. If I ever needed something, he instructed me to light a black candle for heavier requests and an orange candle for lighter ones, always accompanied by dragon’s blood incense and a small offering, such as fruit or insects.
From time to time, objects in my apartment seemed to move on their own. Guests—especially those I already felt uncomfortable around—often became uneasy and left abruptly.
I also began to feel unusually aware, as though I could sense things before they happened.
On the surface, my life appeared to stabilize, and much of the chaos that once surrounded me seemed to fade. Yet I often questioned whether this peace came from clarity… or from something else quietly exerting influence.
Eventually, I tried to find the cult and its leader to express my gratitude. They were nowhere to be found. Every method of communication I once used no longer worked.
Their disappearance unsettled me more than anything else—because it forced me to wonder who had truly been guiding me… and at what cost.” -Jake A.
