We talked again about what kinds of practices we'd like to do next and what kind of magic to practice.

“So what different kinds of magic are there”, I asked.

“Elemental magic, mirror magic, ritual magic, chaos magic, rune magic, for example”, Yrjö answered.

“What is mirror magic like”, I asked. It brought to mind the cartoon I watched as a child, Alice in Wonderland, where Alice went through the mirror into the Looking-Glass World. I wondered if that symbolically depicted the practice of mirror magic? That through a mirror, one could travel to the astral plane, into the spirit world?

“In that practice, a mirror is used as a tool. With the help of a mirror, it's possible to fall into a trance and receive visions from the spirit world, like looking into a crystal ball. The mirror is a gateway to the spirit world. For example, when my grandfather was alive, I had a mirror next to my bed, and through it my grandfather was able to reach me on an energetic level. I, too, was able to travel through the mirror to my grandfather on an energetic level. The mirror is a gateway to the spirit world. When you look into a mirror, someone may be looking back at you”, Yrjö told me.

It gave me chills. I remembered my own terrifying experience with a mirror. Michael Jackson supposedly feared mirrors and always wanted them covered at home and in hotel rooms. I wondered if he, too, had experienced something dreadful with mirrors.

My own chilling mirror experience went like this: I was home alone, and completely sober. Suddenly I felt that an immense evil had arrived. I turned around to see WHAT had actually come into the room! Then I saw IT – in the mirror...

The reflection was mine, but the eyes were foreign, full of evil. I realized that Devil was looking me in the eyes through the mirror, in my own form, through my own reflection. The reflection grinned at me with a true devil's grin, even though I was absolutely certain I was staring at it in shock, completely without a smile. A reflection that wasn't me, even though it looked like me. Those eyes were not my eyes – they oozed evil. And I wasn't smiling, but it grinned at me with its devil's grin.

Then it spoke to me telepathically, directly into my mind:

“All of this I will give to you, if only you bow down to me!”

Then it showed me all my greatest dreams, how they would come true...