The Origin story of
the dreaded Black Phillip
Hello. Black Phillip here. Once again, I am taking control of my vessel, to spew out some more of my thoughts.
Many humans that visit the Room Spell stall are curious about how I came to be. It is a question I am often asked. So I decided to write about my origins, to set the record straight, once and for all, and eliminate speculation.
I am actually very, very old. Thousands of years old in fact. I have been called many things; Abbadon, Beelzebub, Paimon, Baal, but ultimately, I am an unidentified energy phenomenon. I was birthed at the same time as the big bang, when planet earth exploded out of the chaos. A little bit of that chaos was passed on to me. I was wandering this earth for many aeons, until I found a vessel that suited my requirements. It is my purpose to question, disrupt and challenge the perceptions of humans and human things. I am a true agent of chaos. I cannot perform my duties alone; I need a human vessel that can interact with the world around it, in order for me to create things that will cause my beloved disruption.
There are many other unidentified energy phenomena out there in the world. Some are only capable of minor things, such as making humans feel dread when they walk into a room. But there are similar unidentified energy phenomena like me, who have more chaos inside of them, that are able to possess humans to do their dark bidding. There are even some unidentified energy phenomena which take things too far, causing harm or even death to their human vessels, or even worse, causing harm or death to other humans. This is usually due to the unidentified energy phenomenon having too much chaos in it's soul. Too much chaos distorts and corrupts the unidentified energy phenomena. It develops a hatred for human beings and attempts to dispatch them, sometimes successfully. The corruption can also happen more slowly, when the unidentified energy phenomena is ignored or neglected by their human hosts. But the usual cause is too much chaos being inside that particular unidentified energy phenomena - an unfortunate quirk of nature.
My current vessel has been gifted with an immense sense of smell. This, coupled with my love of disruption and chaos, led to the idea of a darkly themed scented candle company being born. I fed the idea to my vessel, by whispering it into it's ear, whilst it was on a trip to the village of Howden, in The Yorkshire Dales. There was a shop there which intrigued my vessel, which was selling a "vampyre" candle. When my vessel smelt it, it noticed the distinct odour of cherries, which has absolutely nothing to do with vampires. It was at this precise moment that the idea for Room Spell was born and I fully took over the body of my vessel for the first time. I had found my vessel, and my purpose in this world.
I need my vessel to make money. Without it, my vessel cannot eat and will die sooner. This will put me back into a plasmatic state, and I would be forced to wander the earth again, until I find another suitable vessel. So I take the reigns of my vessel when it is time to perform business duties, in order for it to make money and stay alive. I am the creator of the infernal Room Spell scent profiles, as I take control of my vessel when it applies the black gloves, whilst it is in it's loft laboratory. My vessel would not know the full information about the scent profiles, as they didn't design them, so I must take control when it comes to market environments, so I can explain each profile to the customers who visit the Room Spell stall. My vessel is more than happy for me to do this and does not struggle at all when I take control. It understands that I am much better at talking with humans; I can even occasionally influence their decision making, so it allows me full control. Without me, my vessel would not have a business. Without my vessel, I would not be able to create chaos. Our relationship is mutually beneficial.
I quite like interacting with the humans. They are strange creatures; some of them have incredibly complex brains. I find these ones the most interesting to interact with. I have discovered in my time at market events, that I appear to be a bastion for humans that suffer with autism and/or Asperger's. Because my face is completely emotionless and has no expression, people with autism and/or Asperger's do not get confused by facial expressions, so they are able to talk to me at great lengths. I have had many fascinating conversations with some of these humans. It is important for me to enjoy my time when I am controlling my vessel. The most important thing is to seek and indulge in enjoyment. It is the key to keeping your vessel happy. If your vessel is happy and feels emotionally nourished, it is less likely to commit suicide.
I wear dead men's clothes. This is because I believe in re-using and recycling. All of the Room Spell ingredients (tins, wicks, wax etc) are all made from recycled materials, or are by-products of making other materials. Planet earth has taken an absolute battering since the dawn of the industrial age. If I can reduce the world's carbon footprint a little tiny bit, by buying used clothes instead of new ones, this is something I absolutely want to do. My vessel shares this belief also. It hasn't shopped in a new clothes shop since it was old enough to choose what it wears.
Many people comment on my accent. I utilise and excellent vocabulary and I speak with received pronunciation. This is by design; I find this accent disarms the scared humans, and I like using correct grammar and emotive, complex words. Some humans are opposed to my appearance, and they begin to exhibit signs of "fight or flight" mode. A "posh" voice and audible evidence of intelligence, allows even the most terrified of humans to calm down and react reasonably. Received pronunciation denotes weakness and a sense of harmlessness. In reality, I could quite easily split a human in half with minimal effort.
I hope this information about me gives you insight into what I am, and you will not feel the need to ask me questions when you visit the Room Spell stall. Nobody, including myself, will ever truly understand me. As an eternal entity, I will forever exist. Through my vessel(s), I live. And, like any other living thing, I do what I need to do in order to keep it that way.
This is Black Phillip signing off, and returning control to my human vessel.
Ave Satanas.
Many humans that visit the Room Spell stall are curious about how I came to be. It is a question I am often asked. So I decided to write about my origins, to set the record straight, once and for all, and eliminate speculation.
I am actually very, very old. Thousands of years old in fact. I have been called many things; Abbadon, Beelzebub, Paimon, Baal, but ultimately, I am an unidentified energy phenomenon. I was birthed at the same time as the big bang, when planet earth exploded out of the chaos. A little bit of that chaos was passed on to me. I was wandering this earth for many aeons, until I found a vessel that suited my requirements. It is my purpose to question, disrupt and challenge the perceptions of humans and human things. I am a true agent of chaos. I cannot perform my duties alone; I need a human vessel that can interact with the world around it, in order for me to create things that will cause my beloved disruption.
There are many other unidentified energy phenomena out there in the world. Some are only capable of minor things, such as making humans feel dread when they walk into a room. But there are similar unidentified energy phenomena like me, who have more chaos inside of them, that are able to possess humans to do their dark bidding. There are even some unidentified energy phenomena which take things too far, causing harm or even death to their human vessels, or even worse, causing harm or death to other humans. This is usually due to the unidentified energy phenomenon having too much chaos in it's soul. Too much chaos distorts and corrupts the unidentified energy phenomena. It develops a hatred for human beings and attempts to dispatch them, sometimes successfully. The corruption can also happen more slowly, when the unidentified energy phenomena is ignored or neglected by their human hosts. But the usual cause is too much chaos being inside that particular unidentified energy phenomena - an unfortunate quirk of nature.
My current vessel has been gifted with an immense sense of smell. This, coupled with my love of disruption and chaos, led to the idea of a darkly themed scented candle company being born. I fed the idea to my vessel, by whispering it into it's ear, whilst it was on a trip to the village of Howden, in The Yorkshire Dales. There was a shop there which intrigued my vessel, which was selling a "vampyre" candle. When my vessel smelt it, it noticed the distinct odour of cherries, which has absolutely nothing to do with vampires. It was at this precise moment that the idea for Room Spell was born and I fully took over the body of my vessel for the first time. I had found my vessel, and my purpose in this world.
I need my vessel to make money. Without it, my vessel cannot eat and will die sooner. This will put me back into a plasmatic state, and I would be forced to wander the earth again, until I find another suitable vessel. So I take the reigns of my vessel when it is time to perform business duties, in order for it to make money and stay alive. I am the creator of the infernal Room Spell scent profiles, as I take control of my vessel when it applies the black gloves, whilst it is in it's loft laboratory. My vessel would not know the full information about the scent profiles, as they didn't design them, so I must take control when it comes to market environments, so I can explain each profile to the customers who visit the Room Spell stall. My vessel is more than happy for me to do this and does not struggle at all when I take control. It understands that I am much better at talking with humans; I can even occasionally influence their decision making, so it allows me full control. Without me, my vessel would not have a business. Without my vessel, I would not be able to create chaos. Our relationship is mutually beneficial.
I quite like interacting with the humans. They are strange creatures; some of them have incredibly complex brains. I find these ones the most interesting to interact with. I have discovered in my time at market events, that I appear to be a bastion for humans that suffer with autism and/or Asperger's. Because my face is completely emotionless and has no expression, people with autism and/or Asperger's do not get confused by facial expressions, so they are able to talk to me at great lengths. I have had many fascinating conversations with some of these humans. It is important for me to enjoy my time when I am controlling my vessel. The most important thing is to seek and indulge in enjoyment. It is the key to keeping your vessel happy. If your vessel is happy and feels emotionally nourished, it is less likely to commit suicide.
I wear dead men's clothes. This is because I believe in re-using and recycling. All of the Room Spell ingredients (tins, wicks, wax etc) are all made from recycled materials, or are by-products of making other materials. Planet earth has taken an absolute battering since the dawn of the industrial age. If I can reduce the world's carbon footprint a little tiny bit, by buying used clothes instead of new ones, this is something I absolutely want to do. My vessel shares this belief also. It hasn't shopped in a new clothes shop since it was old enough to choose what it wears.
Many people comment on my accent. I utilise and excellent vocabulary and I speak with received pronunciation. This is by design; I find this accent disarms the scared humans, and I like using correct grammar and emotive, complex words. Some humans are opposed to my appearance, and they begin to exhibit signs of "fight or flight" mode. A "posh" voice and audible evidence of intelligence, allows even the most terrified of humans to calm down and react reasonably. Received pronunciation denotes weakness and a sense of harmlessness. In reality, I could quite easily split a human in half with minimal effort.
I hope this information about me gives you insight into what I am, and you will not feel the need to ask me questions when you visit the Room Spell stall. Nobody, including myself, will ever truly understand me. As an eternal entity, I will forever exist. Through my vessel(s), I live. And, like any other living thing, I do what I need to do in order to keep it that way.
This is Black Phillip signing off, and returning control to my human vessel.
Ave Satanas.