Veronika Valakova The Witch

From the shadows I emerge

The moment I became certain that I am a witch is a memory I will cherish forever. 

In a way, I always knew it; after all, I perceived the world differently from the rest. I always managed to see things not visible or perceived by other humans. I always knew more, felt more, heard more. The limits of human nature were no obstacle for me when I had a premonition. 

 And then I understood.

I was fourteen years old. My family and I were going through a very bad time financially, and the straw that broke the camel's back was the day my father told us we were going to have to leave our home. 

I loved my home, my city and the memories they held. Most of all I loved spending my afternoons in our garden, a garden full of very tall trees that for me were like a refuge that protected me from the commotion outside and at the same time reminded me that there was so much to discover and do. Writing and imagining stories in our garden was my livelihood; I liked to make up happy endings to bad times like the one we were experiencing back then: ''When all seemed lost, my father got a call that offered him a job that would change all of our lives forever. Eventually, he was promoted to one of the most important positions in the company and was able to hire my mother as well'', I prophesied. ''As for me, I was no longer the laughing stock of my class, as I no longer wore the same clothes all the time and no longer wore old boots that once belonged to my mother. I became a normal girl who could afford to go shopping at the mall once in a while, and most importantly, my family never went hungry again, and the bad times we had became a memory that made us all stronger.’’

The nights that followed the terrible news my father gave us, I couldn't sleep a wink; I felt like something was slipping through my fingers and I didn't know what it was. A tingling in my heart. An adrenaline that I had never felt before.

I was devastated, but something inside me felt full of confidence, something inside me laughed with pride. It was time. 

On the fourth of those sleepless nights, the tingling and adrenaline inside me turned into... fire. That's how I can describe it. I remember it perfectly. It was three o'clock in the morning, I was in bed staring at the ceiling and suddenly I felt the great urge to grab my notebook and go out into the garden. And so I did: I took my notebook from the bedside table, put on my slippers, trying not to wake anyone, and crept out into the garden. 

Outside there was absolute silence and no wind, unlike the last few days. It was as if the world and time had stopped completely. Everything was in order for me. 

I will keep secret how I proceeded, but that night I performed my first ritual. It was the first time, but I knew exactly what I had to do and how. Someone was guiding me, taking care of me and giving me love. 

It was Sitri. 

It is something inexplicable to logic, but I just knew it; inner strength, invincibility, beauty, relentless wisdom, power, fire, fire, fire. And deep peace. 

After my first ritual I felt tired. Days went by and although I never doubted myself, I tried to forget what I had done and kept it a secret. What was going to happen anyway? Was a fairy going to come and solve everything from one moment to the next? 

But I soon learned that it wasn't like that. No, a fairy wasn't going to come, that's not how it works. However in black magic you decide your destiny, and you write it the way you want it to be, and that's the way it is. So I had the power to decide what was going to happen next, like a mastermind playing a strategy in chess, like a writer deciding how the story continues. 

Shortly after, my father got a call.

And I think you can imagine what happened next.

In a way, I always knew it; after all, I perceived the world differently from the rest. I was always able to see things not visible or perceived by other humans, I always knew more, felt more, heard more. The limits of human nature were no obstacle for me when I had a premonition. 

I was Sitri's chosen one. My path, my life, my decisions, everything had led me to him. I was born to follow in his footsteps. 

And then I understood.

This is not the end, of course; once I saw how everything I had asked for had been fulfilled to the letter, my life changed forever. I dedicated all my free time to training as a witch. I learned everything I know today about Luciferianism, the path I proudly follow under the protection of Sitri, my guide. I practised tirelessly and shaped a life that makes me immensely happy. 

I decided not to stop, and to start helping the people around me. My family, my loved ones... and people who felt stuck at some point in their lives and couldn't find their way, lost causes, hopeless desires, heartbreak, poverty, everything you can imagine and more.

My performance as a witch, sharing my magic with the world, started this way, wanting to help a few. But those few eventually became many more. First in my country, Estonia. Then also in Russia, in Finland, in Latvia... until I became one of the most successful witches in the industry, offering my services all over the world. 

​​I have made great friends along the way and I am very grateful for the support of my clients, whom I appreciate from the bottom of my heart. I love helping people and that is my mission. I can change your life if you let me: together with Lucifer, Sitri, my demons, and the most powerful black magic we will write how your story continues; just as you decide.