Ritual for the empowerment and disbursement of Ebola-chan by Frater Anonymous

REQUIREMENTS:

A sigil of Ebola-chan

A graven image of Ebola-chan

A sigil of the demon BARBAS (Or MARBAS)

Incense

Thee wits of thee magickian

Some sort of lubricant for jerking it.

000

Thee magickian first bathes and mutters the purifications of their tradition. If they have no tradition or walk the oscillating path then

they shall chant "Asperges me with hyssop, o lord, and I shall be cleansed. Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow." After this, they

shall don the robes of their tradition, and if they have none they shall remain skyclad.

00

The magickian banishes and prepares his circle as best he understands. He shall stand in the center with an altar containing what magickal

tools he has earned at this stage of his initiation along with the sigils, images, and incense above mentioned. If he is not yet even a

neophyte, he shall use the three ring banishment of A. O Spare as found in Stealing the Fire From Heaven (

https://lukriss.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/stealing-the-fire-from-heaven-stephen-mace.pdf ) After this he shall light the incense as an

offering to the universe in general.

0

The magickian shall focus all of his will on no-thought. He shall be no-thing in no-space for a timeless time until he feels the first

risings of yearning for manifestation.

1

The magickian shall focus all of his will on the concept of unity. He shall now be a manifest thing, united with nothing yet completely

distinct, for all the aeons or until it occurs to him that further progress is possible.

2

The magickian begins to ever so barely differentiate from unity. He shudders and writhes as he separates himself from unity, sensing that

he has become something distinct and alltogether new in creation. There is only that which is eternal and him. He feels the suffering of

disconnection from the ultimate source, but that only drives him forward to his medicine.

3

The magickian, in his meditations, finds himself drowning in a bottomless sea. His every thought feels as if it is reflected by the waters

around him. He cannot imagine any thing without being shown its antithesis and together, synthesis and antithesis, forming a synthesis.

There is no escape until he imagines a finality of death, who the great sea reflects back as the image of a dainty, innocent girl with pink

hair, which faster than the speed of thought refracts into a synthesis, a maiden holding a skull, a cheerful agent of pestilence who will

spread her love over all the land.

4

The magickian finds himself in a defined space. For the first time since his symbolic birth there are walls to lean against and seats to

sit on. He forgets his burdens and rests. The surroundings are rich and sumptuous. He sees a fatherly figure before him in robes that seem

medieval. who says to him "Son, our family can establish peace eternal if only you would marry the girl in the next room. Will you take

her for a bride, son? Will you save this family from the arrows of its enemies? I would have you do this, as I am your father." He gestures

towards the door. You, as a dutiful son, simply respond "Yes, father," and have no choice but to walk through the door.

5

The magickian enters the room to see his betrothed, ebola-chan, almost as you see her in her graven image on the altar. She is caked red

with blood but when she catches the fear in your eye she says to you "chastize me not, for none of these was an innocent as no human is

innocent and that lack of innocent is multiplied tenfold for these nigger beasts. I am the queen of graves and I bring ultimate absolution

for those who would accept it and annihilation for those who would reject it. Through marriage of spirit and flesh we will strengthen both

of our kingdoms." She offers you her hand.

6

The magickian accepts the offered hand. Instantly he feels a connection with something both predatory and kind. She looks into your eyes

and in hers you see corpses screaming in rictus on funeral pyres. She sees your discomfort and whispers "Shh, no tears now. You know this

is how it was always meant to end. I am the death of the subhuman. I am the birth of the first pure generation of humanity. But more

importantly, I am the death of the pathological altruism of the white race. I will save them from their best intentions, but only if you

take my hand and never let go." You take her hand and hold tight like glue.

7

The magickian is pulled along by Ebola-chan into a stinking charnel pit. As he gets used to the stench, he realizes that he is in darkest

Africa. Ebola-chan pulls him along like a rag doll as she touches nigger bodies at an ever increasing pace, watching them fall dead into

waiting graves, first at dozens a second, then hundreds, and then thousands. She begins moving faster than you can comprehend. In the blur,

you hear her say "take up the sigil of BARBAS and stare at it until you feel his presence while chanting his name. At once, ask him to help

Ebola-chan in her work and offer to spread the glory of his name all over the internet if the death toll hits ten million. Tell him you

will offer him animal blood as a sacrifice if the death toll hits 100 million, and be sure to do so as demons don't like being gypped, my

husbandu." The magickian does so until the contract is complete.

8

The Magickian finds himself in an 80s movie style computer room, complete with reel-to-reel tapes connected to mainframes. Ebola-chan

stands beside him in a labcoat, holding a skull in one hand while keying with the other. "My calculations show a 90 percent reduction in

the human population, with the vast majority deaths being in the unindustrialized world. This will add hundreds of years to the projected

supply of oil and minerals and - yes, I think I can say it - will allow humanity to reach the point where it can flourish across the

galaxy. Honey, we did it," Ebola-chan says, smiling, with yellow eyes blazing into yours. "We've done it, we've saved humanity from the

nigger undertow. No more useless eaters!" Make love to me.

9

The Magickain suddenly finds himself in a space that is much like your magickal circle, the only difference being you see the ghostly image

of Ebola-chan spread and naked on the altar surface with the sigil of Ebola-chan approximately where her cervix would be. She beckons you

to enter her and you simultaneously see you mounting her pale translucent form as you hunch over the altar, stroking your magick wand until

you reach a mutual orgasm with ebola-chan, ejaculating all over her sigil while feeling her legs around you, her hands stroking your pale

white skull through your flesh. She pants, recovering from her climax, and says, "my love, if you die from my pestilence, I promise that

you will wake up in my loving arms on the other side. Until we meet again." With that you feel her presence evaporate.

10

The magickian feels the presences begin to wane. He says a final thanks and dismissal to Barbas and Ebola-chan and then performs a

banishing of his choice, or the three circles as mentioned above and declaring the operation closed. The sigils he shall bury in soil so