Keys to the Witches’ Gate. A Tale of Magic and Betrayal

Witches. Sorcerers. Exorcists. Healers. Do not fear your Path.

Do not fear the silence.

Do not fear the moment your own bloodline stops recognizing you.

You are not alone.

Listen to the whisper in the stillness. Listen to the dreams that burn in the night. Listen… to yourself.

If one day you see a shadow pass swiftly through you… Do not run.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. And ask:

“Who are you? What is your name?”

They will answer.

They are not here to scare you.

It is your ancestral Power, leading you – carefully, slowly – only to keep you safe.

Because when you begin to see everything, when the veil between worlds shatters,

– the world will never look the same again.

You will see what others cannot.

Entities gliding through humans as if this world belongs to them. You will hear cries for help, even from silent lips.

You will taste and smell the fear of the unseen.

It will be beautiful. And terrifying.

Because in that moment, you will stand alone. Knowing… they will not understand you.

Rarely, very rarely, is a Witch allowed a true Mentor. Most often, she becomes her own.

The world now drowns in illusion.

Every second person claims to have “power.”

Bloggers shout to the world that witches are made, not born.

They teach the craft to mortals. It’s laughable.

I know my true readers – those with Power pulsing through their veins

– understand this:

A Witch can only be born.

It is not a game. It is an ancient Gift.

It unfolds within you like a book that has always been there.

And in that book, there are no stolen words – only yours. You are the Book.

You are the book of ancient spells and forgotten incantations. You create rituals that work only in your hands.

You hear your Ancient Power calling you into your own realm – a realm where you discover exactly who you are.

Then you understand why a charm taken from another source fails. Your Power refuses the foreign.

It opens your own pages instead.

Millions of “rituals” have been written by empty hands – by those who know nothing of magic,

who cannot see beyond the veil,

who deny the very existence of spirits and demons, who are not worthy to call themselves Witches.

Witch – a word holding centuries upon centuries of secrets. Witch means “She Who Knows.”

You were born knowing.

You simply draw it from the depths of your memory, from your soul.

You know before you hear.

You see before your eyes open. You simply Know.

Because you are a Witch.

And you have always been.

Chapter 8 – The Awakening of the Serpent

My People of Power – those reading these lines right now.

Some of you are lost. Unsure. Afraid to walk the path of your destiny. You do not yet know how to access your knowledge… or how to step into the Way of Ancient Spells and Truths.

This message is for you.

Every Witch, every Sorcerer, in the beginning of their journey, reaches for everything in search of answers.

But as I have told you before – this only makes your path harder.

You try meditation because you’ve heard about it.

You join groups, hoping that in the noise of many you will hear the voice of your own soul.

But it doesn’t work like that.

A Witch carries a scent, invisible yet tangible to those ahead of her – a signature of Power.

And those who sense it may try to pull her strength into themselves, to grow more powerful at her expense.

This is why group meditations, especially practices like Kundalini in public circles, often do more harm than good.

In the best case, they will block your gift.

In the worst – they can chain your Power to entities you are not ready to face.

You are inexperienced, unguarded, and in those moments, you risk losing pieces of yourself without gaining anything in return.

Kundalini is not a group sport.

It is a sacred solitude – a journey into a private, inner temple.

It is the awakening of your Serpent, the one that belongs to no one but you.

This Serpent cleanses you, burns away blockages that keep you from moving forward, and walks beside you – responsible for you, bound to you.

The path is for you alone.

The Serpent does not share her dance with strangers.

—

The Science Behind the Mystery

(Because even magic wears a crown of truth)

Kundalini, in its essence, refers to a dormant life force coiled at the base of the spine – depicted as a serpent in many ancient cultures.

In yogic philosophy, this energy is said to rise through the chakras, activating higher states of consciousness and awakening latent abilities. Modern neuroscience observes similar phenomena: deep meditative states and intense breathwork can alter brainwave patterns, triggering releases of neurochemicals such as dopamine, serotonin, and endogenous DMT – creating visions, sensations, and expanded awareness.

But here is the truth most will not tell you: in someone with true Power, this process is far more intense.

It is not just chemical – it is spiritual initiation. Your Serpent is not a metaphor.

She is alive.

And she knows your name.

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I could astral travel since my youth – though at the time, I did not understand how. No one had taught me.

From the age of thirty-three to forty, a Witch is tested relentlessly. By forty, the foundation of her Power is solid stone.

Her strength lives beneath her skin, unshakable.

One day, in the Astral, I was shown a new direction – a way to cleanse myself not only there, but in the waking world.

And for the first time, I heard the word: Kundalini.

I had never chased this practice.

Yet, one evening, I sat in lotus position, played a soft Kundalini track, and closed my eyes.

It was just me, the silence, and the faint hum of music in my world.

My body began to sway, as if under a spell from within. This was the awakening of my Serpent.

She rose slowly from my tailbone, winding up my spine.

I could see myself from the inside.

When she reached my head, she coiled around my neck, touched her tongue to my Third Eye, and whispered:

“Mari, are you ready to become One with me?

I will lead you into your true world – where you will see who you are, who you were, and I will unveil the hidden curtain of your Power.”

I did not fear her. I was in awe.

The Serpent can take you into the Astral – or teach you how, if you cannot.

She will cleanse the ancient blocks you have neglected, and lead you to your own Book of Knowledge.

Only your Serpent knows your true path.

She will take you to the place where the Ancient Gods initiate you into Power.

And once you step onto this path of Magic – there is no way back.

Your thinking will shift. Your vision will sharpen.

After Kundalini, you will never again be the same version of yourself.

You will see through people.

Your previous visions will seem like harmless fairy tales compared to the crystal clarity ahead.

Do not think you can “play” with the Serpent.

She chooses the pace, the lessons, the shadows to burn away.

If you enter into union with her – truly give her your consent – you will begin to become yourself.

The transformation may be painful: tears streaming, body shaking, visions overwhelming.

But she will bring you beauty, truth, and lead you to your Guides of Power – who will hand you your Book of Knowledge.

This is sacred. This is yours.

Every Witch, Exorcist, Healer – all have their own awakening, their own path, their own Serpent.

She teaches you to hear yourself, not the noise of the world.

Do not follow the crowd. Your path is yours alone.

Believe nothing until you have seen it with your own eyes.

You.

Your Power. Your Serpent.

One Being. One Truth. One Destiny.

Chapter 9. Remembering My Own

After the fire of Kundalini touched my spine and opened the doors of perception, I realized – this was only the beginning.

True awakening is not about feeling energy move through your body. It is about remembering who walks beside you as you travel this path.

Power does not come from the outside.

It awakens within you, then gently urges – look, see who walks with you. And one day, you stop searching the skies for a “savior” and begin to notice those who have always been here.

Not as images from someone else’s books. Not as characters from ancient myths.

But as living, powerful, ancient consciousnesses you can speak to.

They do not demand worship.

They do not hide behind the labels of “good” or “evil.”

They come when you already vibrate at their frequency – as an equal, not as a beggar.

At first, you believe someone stands above you. Then you realize power walks beside you.

And finally… you understand it has lived inside you all along.

This is not the “loss of God.” It is the entrance into Him.

It is the return home.

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I learned to see them not as illusions, but as presences whose reality is unmistakable.

They do not need bodies. They do not shout through the mouths of others.

They touch your mind, and suddenly you know what no one has ever taught you.

But the world is full of counterfeits.

Under the names of the ancient gods, it is rarely they who come.

In 90% of cases, those who “possess” and receive worship are not power, but shadow – astral parasites, larvas, phantoms born of collective fear, fragments of distorted souls.

They are loud, dramatic, hungry for attention… and utterly hollow within.