One night — cold, damp, late… I’d just sketched out a sigil in a stairwell at a half-derelict building in Shoreditch. Nothing fancy. Bit of chalk, the idea to shift the odds just enough to make change happen… and then it happened…
Baphomet: My London Sorceries Led To The Androgynous Goat-Entity Appearing
In an abandoned car park, late at night, I inadvertently evoked a denizen from the "in-between" realm, the crack in reality, an eregore formed on the blood of Templars, and memed to hell and back...
Mar 25, 2025











