Andrieh Vitimus

Andrieh Vitimus is author of the modern magical classic Hands on Chaos Magic: Reality Manipulation Through the Ovayki Current, also published in Magick on the Edge anthology, the Manifesting Prosperity anthology, The Pop Culture Anthology and the Best of Konton Magazine anthology. Vitimus is holds the highest initiatory rank in Haitian Vodou, that of Hougan Asogwe,, is a Usui and Karuna Reiki Master, and NLP practitioner and a licensed hypnotherapist.  Currently, Andrieh Vitimus is faculty at Peter Carroll’s Arconorium College.  Andrieh is the host of the international successful radio show, Deeper down the Rabbit Show ( and has taught at conventions across the Midwest including Starwood, Sirius Rising, Babylon Rising, Convocation, Real Witches Ball, various Pagan Prides and more.

Spiritual Coaching

Over 15 years experience helping people create a whole new life through divination, mediumship, and solid coaching.  Don’t just get a divination, work with Andrieh on a inspired plan!   Click to Learn More.

Sorceror and Healer

Andrieh has over 20 years of experience as a magician, healer and 2 handed spiritual worker. He’s been in the trenches, having done exorcisms out of Chicago, and more. Find out more how Andrieh can help


Empower yourself through your own mind.  Andrieh is a certified hypnotherapist and NLP specialist.  Maximize your potential now.  Find out how.

Teacher and Author

Andrieh has taught across the world at festivals stores and more and is a sought after presenter.  He is published in multiple anthologies and books.   Empower yourself to do the work, learn from one of the best.  Click here to learn more.

From the Blog

"It wasn't THAT long of trip."
No. A short jaunt and I was trying to go small on the spellwork. Not that my intention that makes a difference at times. I brought my coffee and candles to the ancestors and Pierogi. Some of the ancestors love Pierogi, love it.

I walked up to the altar purposefully. I can always feel their presence, just outside of where my mind can reach even in the waking day. Maybe, it was the frankincense pouring into the air from the resin filling the sea of the empty space. Maybe, it was the candles flickering wildly in the still air despite the lights being on. Maybe it was the right alignment of the planets. I walked up to that altar purposefully, and I asked for help to deal with an annoyance. I can pay my rent, everyone is fine, school is ok... the family is doing well. Just sometimes, the annoyances get under your skin.

Sat, Feb 13, 2016, Continue reading at the source
So its been no secret that I have not been blogging like I should. Between grad school and the shapeshifting course, all my time has been eaten up.

Plus that, I like interacting with my readers but I dislike the he-said-she-said-he-said blog wars about some minutia point or about various culture wars or even just trying to steal the thunder for publicity. It just isn't me. I know this is a way to get "noticed", but really they get personal and I am wholly uninterested in conflict with any other authors. It's not worth my time and I do not really see it as "discussion". I will get over that and "discuss things" next year.

But I have found a few areas, that I really want to explore and will move that way.

First, weird shit always happens in ritual to me. Its so common place that I honestly have to take a step back. So much so, that I have had to step back and write fiction about it. The first attempt at that was with the Good Luck Bath. Normally, I won't be selling anything with the fiction. [...]
Mon, Feb 01, 2016, Continue reading at the source
The slow creeping shadows of dusk and then quickly night enveloped me. Only the silvery moonlight bouncing off the chilling droplets of mist guide your footprints. I need to get the water from the stream.
Usually, the stream is only a couple inches deep. Over the last week, the deluge of rain, soaked the area. The stream was high. Normally, you could see the areas to skip across it. So many prayers uttered at the stream. Today, the river carved into the landscape 4 feet cliffs created me in the moonlight. I can't see where the stream ends and there are some deep pockets.
I connected deeply. The familiar whispers the leap from the stream whisper ecstasy and sorrow. My body always shakes and the cold cuts to the bone. Sometimes the mist envelops you. These spirits are my friends, but they have tricked me before. Today, the snow falls gently. Today I do not know how deep the stream is and the moon's silver rays bounce hither to and from tricking my eyes.

The spirits know. My knees hurt [...]
Mon, Jan 25, 2016, Continue reading at the source

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