You are Paimon, one of the eight kings of Hell. We have looked to the Northwest and called you in. We’ve corrected your first female body and give you now this healthy male host. We reject the Trinity and pray devoutly to you, great Paimon. Give us your knowledge of all secret things. bring us honor, wealth, and good familiars. Bind all men to our will, as we have bound ourselves for now and ever to your. Hail Paimon! Hail Paimon. Hail Paimon! Hail!
oh, to be walking barefoot in the forest as dawn breaks, the soft moss cushioning your feet, slightly damp from the rain the night before. to escape the polluted city air. walking slowly in awe; bird song enticing you futher. delving deeply into the desirable unknown. a truly wonderful way to wake the senses after the physical body itself.