When my work with Prince Sitri began, I was shockingly terrified of being swallowed up by the dark and drown alive in his presence. It took me years to begin understanding how truly deep his power runs and how expansive it really is. A while ago, I began a more in-depth learning path with him, wherein I asked to be taught about his nature of overwhelming power.

If ever there was a spirit that revels in his power, that hungers and hunts for the thrill of exercising it, it’s Sitri. In the dark, many things roam. In the dark, many demons lay, and many more are ready pounce.

Sitri, from what I have seen, is most often discussed in terms of lust, but this is a trivialization of his true talents. Considering both lust and other types of magick, there are certainly more instances of “other” that I have worked with Sitri on. In fact, I held ritual with Sitri for a little over 3 years, on a somewhat frequent basis, before I first approached him regarding the topic of lust, or even obsession which he’s helped me understand better since.

Raw Power

Once, during an obsession ritual (for a client) I was holding with both Dantalion and Sitri present, I was led (in the astral) into a dark, small room by Sitri. There, on a bed with yellow sheets was the “target” of the ritual’s work. And Sitri rolled his fingers and from them dripped little, perfect, golden drops suffused with him, with his power.

I asked, then, how I could mimic this action, how I might find myself with so much power that it would pour from my fingertips at the slightest motion. He laughed his sinful, deadly laugh and with some evil lurking beneath the surface of it, turned to me and smiled. Horrible memories, though his or mine or some fabrication thereof I wasn’t sure, haunting his pointed teeth he said, “It is me.“

The meaning was clear, but something was still hidden. I knew in that moment, without a doubt what he meant. That I am, like he is, the magic. There is no tool that separates these, no wand or pendant or crystal ball that is the power behind the mask of the magician. Instead, I am, as he is, and as you are, the power, magic, and skill all in one. The darkness knocking against my chest is not some trivial reminder to wake up and search for what I want, it is the answer roaring to be let free.

But I, as many magicians do, keep it locked up. The Shadow we call it affectionately, fearfully, always distancing it as other. But here Sitri comes and says, surrender. The fear is not that we are powerless, the fear is that we are not in control.

Sitri is additionally one of the spirits that most swiftly delivers results to me. Whether miraculous feats of healing in the span of five breaths, messages populating my phone, delivering people to my doorstep in minutes, or lighting people up with drops of obsession, madness, or anything else imaginable. Sitri reeks of power. His presence alone sits heavy in a room, his glowing eyes, and sharpened teeth, his quick-witted words and lust for the dark.

Never have I met another so tremendously and viscerally steeped in their own power. Often spirits mask themselves, sometimes quite cleverly in our presence, but Sitri has never pretended to be anything other than a tempter of darkness with me. From the certainty he would kill me on our first meeting to power he has taught me to harness, Sitri is a spirit and a demon I would truly class as eternally exuding raw power. No matter where his start was, the spirit he is now is unfathomably dangerous, playful, and powerful in all things. Sitri carries his power as though it is all of him, it he all of it. This is a lesson we might all do well to learn from him.

Exploring the Shadows

As a part of a ritual, I made a deal with Sitri. To work with him in a new capacity, to allow him to teach me, to allow him to lead me into the darkness, the shadow, the deep waters from which return is staggeringly unlikely, if at all possible. They say Eve took a bite of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge; in doing so she was so irreversibly changed she was banished and forsaken to a cursed life–though I don’t believe that word is used, the exacted punishment for her choice seems easy to read as a curse, especially with the power dynamic at play in the Garden.

I haven’t found any suspicious trees laying about, or talking serpents. But I have found knowledge and power beyond compare where the shadows dwell. It was August 17, 2023 when I first ventured down this path, with full commitment. Sitri had outlined rules, some of these: Water only, at least 15 – 24 hours advance. (You may eat that which is alive–sparingly and with caution). Bathe. Salt your hair. Be free of excess adornments.

It was a just a couple hours before my ritual began that many of these became relevant, I was surprised at which. At least one seemed a playful joke. But there was no lightness to his voice as he passed them to me and I penned them into his grimoire.

Even though he had outlined the ritual and I had read it over before beginning, I was still caught up in what happened next. There are few rituals I rank as most or near most intense at this point in my practice: my first ritual; my first meeting with Prince Sitri; and two others, this one now included there. It was a meditation, in the sense that my eyes were closed and I was still, but I’ve come to realize not everyone feels their meditations.

When I asked what this was, concerned this was one of those irreversible moments on my path, something I could do and never return from, Sitri met my nerves with quiet sincerity. Mockeries and haunting echoes gone, to my wonderings if I would be different he replied easily.

Not different, more whole. Calm first. Go and learn. Feel power brush against you. Welcome it and know yourself.

Channeled (Sitri)

That night, I drown in the Shadow. Walked soaking wet through labyrinth caves, met with memories I’ve never held, and listened as he spoke of the dark, of The Shadow, and of power so deep it rumbled with every casual movement, beneath every breath, and poured over into All.

It was from Sitri I first heard the phrase, “The Shadow of the All.”

It was from Sitri I first heard the phrase, “The Shadow of the All.” It was not during the first of these dark meditations, but soon after. While the first had certainly felt more initiatory than anything else, quickly I began to see it was not even the tip of the iceberg. Since then, I have learned of incredible divination, prosperity, and healing rites with Sitri. I have learned of portals, fear, and self. Of the Shadow, Heart, and Knowledge.

Drowning in the darkness has never been more beautiful as with you, Sitri, at my side. For this I thank you.

Nightmares of Torture

Following my very first ritual with Sitri, terrifying in it’s own right, I was awakened to the realization that it’s possible to feel in dreams. This is much the same as my reference to feeling in meditation in the previous section. I had no idea then that Sitri had such a reputation for such sinister dreams.

My first glimpse of Sitri’s interest in the magician outside of ritual, was breathtaking in all the best ways. I had never had such an experience before and was amazed at the clarity. I’d worked with “demons,” but never felt the “demonic” so up close. But after that, it was two of the most horrible nightmares I have ever had.

In both, I was chased, caught, and tortured. I’m sure it’s torture lite compared to what humans have inflicted upon each other, but nonetheless I was not expecting it and was feeling both fear and pain within the dream, so much so that when I woke my mind was still racing and I could feel the aftereffects from the dream physically in my body. I was afraid to sleep a few nights following each instance.

When confronted, he laughed. Took full ownership of the dreams, smiled at my distress. Wallowed contently in my suffering at the conflicted feelings of wanting to work with him and having to accept it might just come with a steep price.

Sitri, since then, has given to me several challenging dreams, but never of that caliber again. The themes have shifted from bodily torture to other territories. As each comes I become more used to them, noticing more frequently in-dream what is likely going on. Still, they are often deeply unsettling and the feeling lingers long past waking up. Whether a demon’s amusement, or to further my practice doesn’t matter to me. No matter why, working with Sitri has been one of the most enlightening things I’ve done in all my life.

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The Darkness & The Deep

My work with Sitri is far from over, these are just the calm beginnings of so much that lies even deeper below the surface, even darker within the abyss. Shadows, pools of endless “water,” labyrinth cave layouts light does not reach…these and more are just parts of the path I’ve decided to walk alongside Sitri.

Sitri has invoked in me such primal fear, and so quickly I’ve learned to trust him regardless of this. From the first time I met him, I’ve felt pulled in, mesmerized. He is darkness. Shining fangs dripping poison, smelling like the sweetness of a candy shop. He is depth. So full of power and knowledge. It is not the giving up of fear, but the acceptance of it which makes my work with him so powerful.

To wade blindly into the darkest depths you’ve found. Whether it’s into yourself, in the external world, hunting for knowledge, or otherwise. This is how we know ourselves. What it is that you would, without hesitation, even if it meant staring into some unfathomable darkness seek out? follow? chase? hunt? want?

Sitri has taught me that once you have opened the door to unknown, it is not only your choice whether you pursue it. For it will pursue you if you dare to turn your back. I had more than one serious conversation before beginning this type of immersive work with him about where the line of no return is located. It seems we cross them more frequently than I had supposed, each gaining a little in commitment and irreversibility. The darkness of this path and the depths of waters yet unknown are daunting but much more than that they awesome and fill of intrigue.

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