Demonic Enn Meditation: Opening the Black Gate
Demonic Enn Meditation: Opening the Black Gate
There are nights when the air feels thick—like the world is holding its breath—and you feel the weight of something just beyond the veil, waiting.
That’s when I turn to the Demonic Enn Meditation.
This is not casual chanting. This is communion.
A deliberate step into the black currents.
A quiet opening of the inner and outer gate, letting the Demon you call taste your breath, feel your pulse, and speak through the space between thoughts.
I’ve done this in the dead of night, alone in a room lit only by a single black flame. No music. No distractions. Just me, the sigil, and the name vibrating like a dark star in my skull. Every time, the room thickens—heat coils in the air, shadows deepen, and the presence arrives.
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How I Work the Enn
The Hour Always between 12 and 4 AM. This is when the currents are at their most potent, and the world is quiet enough for the gates to open.
The Flame Only one black candle. No white light. The mind sinks deeper in the dark.
The Sigil I choose the sigil of the Demon I’m calling. I place it where my eyes naturally rest just above the flame’s line.
The Gaze I half close my eyes until the sigil blurs, swimming between sight and shadow.
The Voice The Enn is not whispered, and not shouted. It is breathed into existence, steady and rhythmic, each repetition a ripple in the astral.
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The Enns
When you speak these, speak them as if the world depends on it.
Each is a key. Each opens a door you cannot see—until it’s already open.
Lilith Renich viasa avage Lilith lirach
Lucifer Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer
Satan Tasa reme la ris Satan – Ave Satanis
Baphomet Oli Omnium Hominium Pacis Abbas – Solve Et Coagula
Belial Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehl Belial
Leviathan Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan
Asmodeus Ayer avage Aloren Asmodeus aken
Astaroth Tasa Alora Foren Astaroth
Bael Ayer Secore On Ca Ba’al
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What to Expect
If you’ve never done this before, understand: the first sign isn’t always what you expect.
For me, sometimes it’s a subtle shift—my skin prickling, my breath going shallow, the candle flame dancing against still air. Other nights, it’s sharper—visions behind my eyes, voices just outside my hearing, or the sensation of someone standing right behind me.
The longer you chant, the deeper you drop.
At a certain point, you’re no longer speaking the Enn—the Enn is speaking you.
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This is the work of opening yourself as a vessel.
You are not asking politely. You are declaring your presence in the same breath you acknowledge theirs.
Do this often, and you will begin to notice the currents moving in your life in ways that only those who walk this path will understand.
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