About | The Vault of Magic

Magic is real. Not the kind of “feelings and higher self” stuff. I am talking about tangible, workable magic, with actual outcomes and effects in the physical (and not only) world around us.

Secret Occult Societies are real. Not the “Coven with a self-declared priest acting like the ancient pagans” type. Full-blown communities with their own areas in a city, underground governments, their own laws, language, writing system etc.

After years of being on and off the internet, being cryptic in order to try and protect my position, and dropping hints at people, I decided to go for it, focus more on this (online presence) and utilise it in order to try and connect with other people who have left (or are still in) our societies.

A bit about myself

You can call me Mortimor, for now. I grew up in a mixed family of, let’s say Occultists (Venumbris),and Umanis/Seds (non-Occultists). Since I was little I remember my grandmother teaching me basic techniques or spells (for lack of a better word), and my father introducing me in a variety of other techniques. The first one she taught me was a handy locator spell because I was keep misplacing my toys.

My family moved in an Umanis area, so I grew up with the majority of my friends being locals. As the years passed by, I got influenced by the Umanis' way of living, since my parents tried to socialise us (their kids) with Umanis as much as possible in order to blend in in our local area, which caused me to neglect my heritage.

When my parents got a divorce when I was relatively young, my father left to another country, and my mum (Umanis) took me from the family estate and we moved to another city with her new Umanis husband. Away from our societies, me being “banished” for going to live with the Umanis, and even away from my grandparents, this was when I started moving away from “myself”.

After this, I would see my father only a few times a year (whom had abandoned this life), my grandmother passed away, and when I was living with my mother I was not allowed to practice or read about these “things”. She would bully me, call me “crazy like my father”, make me feel guilty, say that she would send me to a boarding school for the crazies… you get the idea. And my father would just tell me to “Not practice or try to contact anyone from our past lives for my own safety”.

All this resulted to me losing all contact with our social circle, my father’s friends, the family’s extended connections… and I’ve been left alone, with no access to any relevant knowledge, and being wandering for the past (many) years, trying to find anyone who could link me back to my roots.

Some more thoughts from past endeavours

It has been around a decade since I left my family completely and started a life on my own. I have tried everything that people suggested. I tried going to certain places (just people role-playing), looked on the internet for blogs, forums, old archived websites etc. to no avail.

All this knowledge is "almost" impossible to exist in the interweb, unless, someone with a bad experience from our societies has leaked it.

This is my last resort, my last chance to find what I am looking for.

I do not know if it is possible to find anything or anyone legitimate online, since I doubt that they would be involved. We are worlds apart.

If you are reading this and you understand, contact me.

Update

I found it! I found what I was looking for! I will be updating the blog and this entire page with my journey!