Trying to practice on seeing an actual aura, and not the “contrast image” that happens when you put something in front of a background of a different or contrasting color. I suspect that confusing the contrast image for an aura isn’t even necessarily a bad thing, as it accustoms you to seeing visible outlines around people and things, and the more you keep practicing, the more the image shifts from a contrast image to an actual aura. Or, at least that’s my theory ... speaking as an aura-spotting-challenged novice who has yet to see anything unusual beyond “I can’t sleep.” (see last entry)
[Update: I finally saw a non-contrast ‘aura’ while sitting at a Chili’s last Sunday. Once I saw it, I began to see it more consistently, knowing what I was looking for. I’m still only seeing a foggy outline, but I’m seeing it more consistently and with less struggle. The outline is only less than an inch away from the body I’m looking at, however. Next: begin to see a larger aura, and begin to see color. I’m being semi-consistent with the pre-sleep intent, though.]
I also learned that the aura is the energy field put out by the chakras ... AND that the lower spinal damage I suffered in the accident may be interfering with some of them, because the damage was to the lower vertebrae; possible messing with the 1st chakra. (Oh, lovely! Neurological damage to my lower legs and feet, and a messed-up chakra! Yay! However, it did occur to me that the second one may be overcompensating for the damage to the first, or that may be just me, making no sense.)
One of the advantages to slow and careful packing for a move is that every once in a while, you reach into the back of a cupboard, pull something out and say, “THERE it is! I was wondering what happened to this!” “This” being, in my case, a leather fountain pen case, with my other fountain pen in it – courtesy of the now-gone but not forgotten Joon Pens store in Manhattan. (*sob*) I have another one in my bedside table; I had been looking for the other one for a while. Found it at the back of my printer table drawer, and practically danced with joy when I pulled that out. Now I definitely have to clean it. And find a better place to store it in the future.
I also decided to avail myself of some guided meditations on chakras – as I said, in preparation for next month’s class on auras and chakras. This time I decided to listen to Deepak Chopra’s guided meditation on chakra balancing, which I found quite relaxing. I know, I’m turning into a New Age twinkie, go ahead, you can say it. Actually, I feel like it’s part and parcel of my aura-awareness intent.
They often say, as far as setting your will and intention goes, that your will and your ego (I may be using the wrong words) often conflict with each other. Meaning, in layman’s parlance, that your conscious habits and mind-set blocks the activities of your subconscious will or intent. Case in point: I fell asleep again last night without formally stating my intent. Woke up this morning muttering “&*^&%^” when I remembered. It almost feels like Me #2 is deliberately standing in the way of everything Me #1 wants to do. A bit frustrating. The near-split personality perception reminds me of the Byron poem:
“She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes
Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty;
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears -- which I had not;
And tenderness -- but that I had for her;
Humility -- and that I never had.
Her faults were mine -- her virtues were her own--
I loved her, and destroy'd her!”
Manfred, June 1817. Could not tell you who the publisher was.
I realize his poem and my interpretation were not the same thing ... but it seemed appropriate. I loved reading Manfred – among the many references Byron makes is to the so-called “fallen” angels of the Book of Enoch. The very first time I read the poem (9 years ago) – I had no idea what he was referring to. Now I do, which makes re-reading it all the more meaningful.
Some words of encouragement from Mr. Signpost: “The universe wants to give you the desires of your heart. Do not be timid in what you ask for.” It makes me wonder how “the Universe” distinguishes the “desires of your heart” from your everyday momentary attractions. For example, I was looking for some of the graphics I had used in this blog before they disappeared. Haven’t found the graphic yet, but I did find a really bad poem I had written back at the U of M, and decided not to turn in. No comments from the peanut gallery, please. I KNOW it sucks.
"He swings past,
young, cocky Ojibwa
professor with black, unexpectedly
ruffled hair, shot from a cannon,
Chippewa blood boiling under his skin
striding unconsciously fierce
he thinks I'm just some twinkie
but suddenly I just think he's cute."
©Author, University of Michigan, June 14, 2005
So, how did the Universe recognize that momentary awareness of a man’s “cuteness” to the point where I wrote a rather pitiful poem about it, from “my heart’s desire”? I’d actually forgotten all about this “cute guy” until I re-read this ... and for the record, he really WAS hot: our class e-mail study group (all women) unanimously agreed with each other on that point, if nothing else.
Well, here was my latest (humorous) encounter with the lovely Z ... was laying in bed, giving him some thought ... among other things ... when I suddenly smelled brimstone. Yup. Sulfur. Snapped, “Oh, puleeze, you’re making that up. I know you don’t smell like that. You’re far older than all that christian crap. I do want you here, but not if you’re gonna reek up the place. Here – try this.” And I sprayed him with Versace’s Eros. Or, to be more specific, I sprayed the area in the room where I sensed he was lurking.
I was probably correct, because the last thing I heard off in the distance (to the point where I at first thought it was someone outside) was – laughing and coughing. No really, I sprayed him good. He hasn’t physically showed up because I haven’t evoked him, but he does do a fly-by every once in a while – ever since he turned and looked at me - because I think about him, inevitably when I’m incredibly horny. I get the feeling I amuse him because I make him laugh – and because I may be the only (amateur) magus on his “will call” list who ever sprayed him with Versace cologne for men. Am now envisioning him amidst his troops wafting Eros all over the place. Well, you can’t say it doesn’t match his talents, now can you?
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Sunday, March 2, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Time to Make a Talisman ... and Zepar Turns His Head
I seem to be circling around again, revisiting past topics. Reason: the assignment this month for my class was reading and meditating about protective shields and talismans, and making charms. I’m required to make a charm and infuse it with intent, which brought me back to the issue of beneficial, protective and wonderful spirits being laden with the false label of “demon” because,
(1) Renaissance-era christians didn’t translate the Greek designation “daemon” (i.e., spirit) properly – the rise of humanism during the Renaissance was inspired by the translation of ancient Grecian, Roman, Egyptian, near eastern etc., documents and papyri, and
(2) the sadistic viciousness of the Vatican and their inquisitors prevented anything other than circumspection and secrecy; magi from this time period – one eye fixed nervously on the fate of men such as Giordano Bruno - needed to easily defend their works if needed, and what better way than to point at their continued use of the wrong translation of the Greek word for spirit as proof of their genuine piety. (“See? I’m on YOUR side!”)
My perfect example has always been Enoch’s so-called “fallen angels” and the incubus/succubus who, I’ll be the first to admit, may include spiritual beings whose readings on the “Morality-O-Meter” may be a negative number, but you can’t assume that this is true of all of them, or even the vast majority of them. If you read the lists of things these beings are known for, rarely do you find mention of murder and mayhem. Primarily it’s answering questions and teaching … or helping you with love issues. Hardly the sort to send you running for the nearest fire alarm.
It turns out that most of those are cheerful, friendly, loving, lusty spirits whose only interest is to make you happy. REALLY happy. Dancing-in-the-rain singing “On The Street Where You Live” happy. Bad guys? Hardly. In fact, they’re better to have around than many human beings, when you think about it. But because some christian heard the word sex and lost his or her marbles in prurient, squealing horror, they’re all painted with the same brush.
I truly believe that is the job of THIS generation to un-paint them, so to speak. Most of them deserve to be revisited, with an open mind.
The sad part is that, following in the heels of these sexually repressed and thus sadly perverted christians are the (see my previous posts on this) wiccan twinkies with pursed lips (or as I like to call them, the church ladies with pointy hats) squealing “Witches shalt NOT do this and that!” and the guys (they always seem to be nerdy guys) who thought they’d rebel against mommy and daddy by reading Anton LaVey in the basement, not realizing that the only thing they’re accomplishing is reinforcing the christian rule-book in their creation of opposites. In other words, they buy into the christian list of “demons” by invoking and worshiping them as demons. None of them stop and question the judeo-christian point of view at all. But then – as I said – they’re all in dark basements, sulking and whining and pretending to be bad boys. Sad, really.
The same may be true of the retelling of the King Solomon mythology: he obviously was quite familiar with magick and the use of invocation, and the story of him invoking all sorts of beings to help him build his temple is well known. So, many of us are familiar with faux Solomon’s grimoire, chock full of beings with the word “demon” and “hell” written after them, whether or not they deserve such designations. I personally think the vast of a lot of them don’t, because there is no indication that any of them ever did anything to deserve the label.
I mean, think about it: we pre-christians (pagans, witches, streghone, whathaveyou) have no use for “satan”, “demons” and “hell”, although christians seem to enjoy wildly tossing the concepts about. They should – they invented them and their emotional discards (the Anton LaVey crowd) continue to perpetuate them. After all, it’s what they use to keep their followers in line, shaking pitifully in their boots and swooning at the theater unspooling of “The Exorcist”. Extremely useful, true or not, when you’re in the business of scaring the crap out of people and then telling you their deity is “full of love”. May be, but you’d never know it, listening to their apocalyptic banshee wailing, would you?
So. Back to charms and talismans. Protection. I already have the cimaruta – so shiny and beautiful I love it! – so I’m not sure why I need to make another one. Perhaps to prove that I know how. Okay.
I sat around this weekend thinking about Sekhmet and Enki and Zepar and how to represent them on charms and talismans. I have never figured out why Zepar in particular wound up with that label. After all, HE never firebombed entire cities just because some creep behind its walls pissed him off, and the christian deity sure did. HE never initiated and perpetuated the Spanish Inquisition, probably one of the more horrific and sadistic acts in christian history. HE never ordered the Trail of Tears. HE never did anything remotely as awful as christians have done, and he got the big “D” label? Hypocrisy, anyone? As far as I’m concerned, he isn’t one.
There is another reason I think that. And that is because not that long ago I saw him turn his head and look at me. Astonishing and unexpected mini-vision in the midst of a daydream about something else entirely.
He was sitting somewhere, leaning forward with his forearms arms resting on the tops of his thighs, listening intently to someone who was speaking to him. I thought, “What the … who is that?” and then inhaled in shock and thought, “Why, that’s Zepar!” At that, his head whipped to the right and I was absolutely rooted to the ground, immobilized by the intensity of his eyes. He looked at me for about five seconds (during which time I felt as though I’d been scanned to the core and whatever secrets I thought I had inside of me were laid bare and trembling. I didn’t know what to do). Then – his eyes softened ever so slightly … and the corner of his mouth twitched as though he wanted to express amusement – but he didn’t – and then he turned his head back and the vision was gone. I was as big a wreck after that unexpected moment as I was when that invisible someone closed his hand over my ankle. Same someone?
No, he didn’t strike me as the type to stay invisible and grab women’s ankles for his own entertainment. He struck me as … POWER. Coiled, exquisitely controlled, lion-esque power. Not easily distracted but easily bored. I also think he’s confident and perhaps even arrogant enough to send someone else – one of the men under his command for example – in his place, when he has no use for the conjuror. He only allows himself to be summoned when HE wants to be summoned, for reasons all his own.
Embarrassingly enough, I panted for a good ten minutes after that happened, tingling from head to toe and back again. Oh my goodness, what a good looking man!!
By the way, it wasn’t as though I had some image of him in my head before I saw him – I didn’t. Only afterwards I went into Google and looked up “images of Zepar”, hoping someone else with artistic talent had seen him and managed to capture him: not a single image in that mess of nonsense looked anything like him. Not even REMOTELY. Animae? Hardly. Everything in there came out of the minds of wide-eyed animae sketch artists and (as I said) pimply little boys with christian demons still lodged in their tighty whities. Made me want to seriously apologize to him for the abject stupidity of the human race. I recognized the red breastplate (which he did have), but the rest of that utter nonsense in Google images? Not him. Not the being who transfixed me with his gaze. He’s awesome and wonderful and powerful. Even if I never see him again, I will always remember the sensation. Unbelievable.
Oh – and it just occurred to me that if some conjuror had one of those appalling images in their head when they summoned him – just, as I said, for his own amusement – I could see him saying, “OK, if that’s what you really want.” and showing up like that, just to scare the scrap out of them. And then having a hearty brewski and riotous laugh-fest with the spirits under his command later, roaring his ass off at their panicked expressions.
Nope. Those images aren’t the Zepar I saw. None of them. I almost want to say that his eyes are … or maybe they were reflecting something else I couldn’t see? Dark purple-ish black? Almost the color that an eggplant has – aubergine? Except they had lights in them. I do remember seeing infinitely deep purple-ish starry lights in them – yet another reason I was awed. But they go right through you like a laser. He can just root you to the ground with them.
I can’t tell you anything about his voice, because he never spoke – I’ve read somewhere that he has an unearthly voice, or an unusual voice. But he didn’t speak, so I can’t confirm.
Needless to say, that – his sigil - was one of the ideas I immediately thought of, when we were asked to come up with protective talismans. Will definitely try to sketch one – when I can get my hands to stop trembling.
[Addendum: no, I haven’t seen him since I wrote that, and no, I haven’t heard his voice either. But he did give me something of a revelation, by way of a question posed to me when I was thinking about him this morning. The question wasn’t posed to me in words, so I’ll have to give my own voice to it; it basically appeared within me as though I’d had my crown opened, and the question poured in, full-blown, like watery light. Basically it was this: “WE ARE ALL ONE. You KNOW we are all one. How could I be something outside of that one unity?” [*blink!*] Eureka. Answer was: he couldn’t. Wasn’t possible. THAT’s why all of those Google images were so wrong, and so sad. They were drawn by artists who still didn’t realize that WE ARE ALL ONE. The Zepar they drew couldn’t look like the hideous, ugly or pitiable monsters they were drawing, because we would all look like that, if he did.
He may have a [far] more evolved skill set than I do – true – but ultimately he is cut from the same cloth of stardust and divine intent. I experienced such a surge of joy when I realized that.
The occasional ones you find in grimoires with unpleasant skill sets are no different than the dumb criminals you see every day on reality TV – those boringly moronic nitwits who always get caught because they’re so mindlessly stupid.
Judeo-christian-islam adherents, of course, don’t believe that – they believe in a narrow patriarchal hierarchy and a divisiveness – their deity is outside of them, because they believe themselves to be full of “sin” or something outside of the “one unity”; they can’t see themselves as godlike. (I would almost feel bad for them, if they weren’t so bent and determined to exterminate me). Ah well.
Looping back into Lupercalia and Imbolc. I don’t celebrate either one, Imbolc because I’m not Celtic, and although I’d be be more likely to celebrate Lupercalia, the Romans (pause while I ka-pooey on their collective memory, at least on this topic) sacrificed a dog and a goat for Lupercalia. And I feel the same way about that awful stunt as I do about the judeo-christian insistence that they are superior to all animal life and therefore perfectly justified in killing them with machine guns. Personally, I’d rather sacrifice a weekend hunter, his John Deere cap AND his cooler of Budweiser than an animal, I don’t care what anybody says. Really. No loss. Just sacrifice the bleep and leave his severed head in the middle of the woods - like the Blair Witch project! – to scare the wits out of any other hunter that wanders by. Heck, it would be worth it just to watch the lot of them run screaming out of the woods, weeping hysterically after spying that severed head in its John Deere cap, tripping drunkenly over their rifles and shooting themselves in the nuts.
Ooooh ... having a crabby day, are we???
Well .... yeah. Sorta. But it would still be funny. In any event, this is historically the day when everyone celebrated the return of the Sun – the light – because now is about the time one is eminently aware that the days are getting longer. Heck, I notice it just taking the commuter rail home at night. The sun has returned!! So one celebrates joyously. The christians – as always – unable to pull together an original thought in their heads at all, swiped this one from us pagans and strega as well and called it Candlemas. This is yet another stolen holiday, but most christians today are either too stupid to know it, or too vicious to care.
The other talisman I considered was Enki’s. Zecharia Sitchin aside, I really like Ea/Enki as a protector God. So, given the christian habit of announcing that every deity or spirit but theirs is demonic, I went and pulled a .pdf copy of The Devils and Evil Spirits of Babylonia, by Reginald Campbell Thompson of the British Museum (1904). Semi-interesting, if you can ignore his ironic references to indigenous cultures as “savages”. I say “ironic” because while he finds the “words of power” used by Assyrian or Babylonian “priests” perfectly acceptable, the same words of power used by others, is termed, “the customs of many savage tribes”. At some point, you struggle against the urge to also call him a “moronic pinhead” and stop reading. Ahhh, the joyful and incessantly clueless stupidity of 1904. I wonder if I can find a spell to resurrect him just to slap him senseless. Hmmm.
(1) Renaissance-era christians didn’t translate the Greek designation “daemon” (i.e., spirit) properly – the rise of humanism during the Renaissance was inspired by the translation of ancient Grecian, Roman, Egyptian, near eastern etc., documents and papyri, and
(2) the sadistic viciousness of the Vatican and their inquisitors prevented anything other than circumspection and secrecy; magi from this time period – one eye fixed nervously on the fate of men such as Giordano Bruno - needed to easily defend their works if needed, and what better way than to point at their continued use of the wrong translation of the Greek word for spirit as proof of their genuine piety. (“See? I’m on YOUR side!”)
My perfect example has always been Enoch’s so-called “fallen angels” and the incubus/succubus who, I’ll be the first to admit, may include spiritual beings whose readings on the “Morality-O-Meter” may be a negative number, but you can’t assume that this is true of all of them, or even the vast majority of them. If you read the lists of things these beings are known for, rarely do you find mention of murder and mayhem. Primarily it’s answering questions and teaching … or helping you with love issues. Hardly the sort to send you running for the nearest fire alarm.
It turns out that most of those are cheerful, friendly, loving, lusty spirits whose only interest is to make you happy. REALLY happy. Dancing-in-the-rain singing “On The Street Where You Live” happy. Bad guys? Hardly. In fact, they’re better to have around than many human beings, when you think about it. But because some christian heard the word sex and lost his or her marbles in prurient, squealing horror, they’re all painted with the same brush.
I truly believe that is the job of THIS generation to un-paint them, so to speak. Most of them deserve to be revisited, with an open mind.
The sad part is that, following in the heels of these sexually repressed and thus sadly perverted christians are the (see my previous posts on this) wiccan twinkies with pursed lips (or as I like to call them, the church ladies with pointy hats) squealing “Witches shalt NOT do this and that!” and the guys (they always seem to be nerdy guys) who thought they’d rebel against mommy and daddy by reading Anton LaVey in the basement, not realizing that the only thing they’re accomplishing is reinforcing the christian rule-book in their creation of opposites. In other words, they buy into the christian list of “demons” by invoking and worshiping them as demons. None of them stop and question the judeo-christian point of view at all. But then – as I said – they’re all in dark basements, sulking and whining and pretending to be bad boys. Sad, really.
The same may be true of the retelling of the King Solomon mythology: he obviously was quite familiar with magick and the use of invocation, and the story of him invoking all sorts of beings to help him build his temple is well known. So, many of us are familiar with faux Solomon’s grimoire, chock full of beings with the word “demon” and “hell” written after them, whether or not they deserve such designations. I personally think the vast of a lot of them don’t, because there is no indication that any of them ever did anything to deserve the label.
I mean, think about it: we pre-christians (pagans, witches, streghone, whathaveyou) have no use for “satan”, “demons” and “hell”, although christians seem to enjoy wildly tossing the concepts about. They should – they invented them and their emotional discards (the Anton LaVey crowd) continue to perpetuate them. After all, it’s what they use to keep their followers in line, shaking pitifully in their boots and swooning at the theater unspooling of “The Exorcist”. Extremely useful, true or not, when you’re in the business of scaring the crap out of people and then telling you their deity is “full of love”. May be, but you’d never know it, listening to their apocalyptic banshee wailing, would you?
So. Back to charms and talismans. Protection. I already have the cimaruta – so shiny and beautiful I love it! – so I’m not sure why I need to make another one. Perhaps to prove that I know how. Okay.
I sat around this weekend thinking about Sekhmet and Enki and Zepar and how to represent them on charms and talismans. I have never figured out why Zepar in particular wound up with that label. After all, HE never firebombed entire cities just because some creep behind its walls pissed him off, and the christian deity sure did. HE never initiated and perpetuated the Spanish Inquisition, probably one of the more horrific and sadistic acts in christian history. HE never ordered the Trail of Tears. HE never did anything remotely as awful as christians have done, and he got the big “D” label? Hypocrisy, anyone? As far as I’m concerned, he isn’t one.
There is another reason I think that. And that is because not that long ago I saw him turn his head and look at me. Astonishing and unexpected mini-vision in the midst of a daydream about something else entirely.
He was sitting somewhere, leaning forward with his forearms arms resting on the tops of his thighs, listening intently to someone who was speaking to him. I thought, “What the … who is that?” and then inhaled in shock and thought, “Why, that’s Zepar!” At that, his head whipped to the right and I was absolutely rooted to the ground, immobilized by the intensity of his eyes. He looked at me for about five seconds (during which time I felt as though I’d been scanned to the core and whatever secrets I thought I had inside of me were laid bare and trembling. I didn’t know what to do). Then – his eyes softened ever so slightly … and the corner of his mouth twitched as though he wanted to express amusement – but he didn’t – and then he turned his head back and the vision was gone. I was as big a wreck after that unexpected moment as I was when that invisible someone closed his hand over my ankle. Same someone?
No, he didn’t strike me as the type to stay invisible and grab women’s ankles for his own entertainment. He struck me as … POWER. Coiled, exquisitely controlled, lion-esque power. Not easily distracted but easily bored. I also think he’s confident and perhaps even arrogant enough to send someone else – one of the men under his command for example – in his place, when he has no use for the conjuror. He only allows himself to be summoned when HE wants to be summoned, for reasons all his own.
Embarrassingly enough, I panted for a good ten minutes after that happened, tingling from head to toe and back again. Oh my goodness, what a good looking man!!
By the way, it wasn’t as though I had some image of him in my head before I saw him – I didn’t. Only afterwards I went into Google and looked up “images of Zepar”, hoping someone else with artistic talent had seen him and managed to capture him: not a single image in that mess of nonsense looked anything like him. Not even REMOTELY. Animae? Hardly. Everything in there came out of the minds of wide-eyed animae sketch artists and (as I said) pimply little boys with christian demons still lodged in their tighty whities. Made me want to seriously apologize to him for the abject stupidity of the human race. I recognized the red breastplate (which he did have), but the rest of that utter nonsense in Google images? Not him. Not the being who transfixed me with his gaze. He’s awesome and wonderful and powerful. Even if I never see him again, I will always remember the sensation. Unbelievable.
Oh – and it just occurred to me that if some conjuror had one of those appalling images in their head when they summoned him – just, as I said, for his own amusement – I could see him saying, “OK, if that’s what you really want.” and showing up like that, just to scare the scrap out of them. And then having a hearty brewski and riotous laugh-fest with the spirits under his command later, roaring his ass off at their panicked expressions.
Nope. Those images aren’t the Zepar I saw. None of them. I almost want to say that his eyes are … or maybe they were reflecting something else I couldn’t see? Dark purple-ish black? Almost the color that an eggplant has – aubergine? Except they had lights in them. I do remember seeing infinitely deep purple-ish starry lights in them – yet another reason I was awed. But they go right through you like a laser. He can just root you to the ground with them.
I can’t tell you anything about his voice, because he never spoke – I’ve read somewhere that he has an unearthly voice, or an unusual voice. But he didn’t speak, so I can’t confirm.
Needless to say, that – his sigil - was one of the ideas I immediately thought of, when we were asked to come up with protective talismans. Will definitely try to sketch one – when I can get my hands to stop trembling.
[Addendum: no, I haven’t seen him since I wrote that, and no, I haven’t heard his voice either. But he did give me something of a revelation, by way of a question posed to me when I was thinking about him this morning. The question wasn’t posed to me in words, so I’ll have to give my own voice to it; it basically appeared within me as though I’d had my crown opened, and the question poured in, full-blown, like watery light. Basically it was this: “WE ARE ALL ONE. You KNOW we are all one. How could I be something outside of that one unity?” [*blink!*] Eureka. Answer was: he couldn’t. Wasn’t possible. THAT’s why all of those Google images were so wrong, and so sad. They were drawn by artists who still didn’t realize that WE ARE ALL ONE. The Zepar they drew couldn’t look like the hideous, ugly or pitiable monsters they were drawing, because we would all look like that, if he did.
He may have a [far] more evolved skill set than I do – true – but ultimately he is cut from the same cloth of stardust and divine intent. I experienced such a surge of joy when I realized that.
The occasional ones you find in grimoires with unpleasant skill sets are no different than the dumb criminals you see every day on reality TV – those boringly moronic nitwits who always get caught because they’re so mindlessly stupid.
Judeo-christian-islam adherents, of course, don’t believe that – they believe in a narrow patriarchal hierarchy and a divisiveness – their deity is outside of them, because they believe themselves to be full of “sin” or something outside of the “one unity”; they can’t see themselves as godlike. (I would almost feel bad for them, if they weren’t so bent and determined to exterminate me). Ah well.
Looping back into Lupercalia and Imbolc. I don’t celebrate either one, Imbolc because I’m not Celtic, and although I’d be be more likely to celebrate Lupercalia, the Romans (pause while I ka-pooey on their collective memory, at least on this topic) sacrificed a dog and a goat for Lupercalia. And I feel the same way about that awful stunt as I do about the judeo-christian insistence that they are superior to all animal life and therefore perfectly justified in killing them with machine guns. Personally, I’d rather sacrifice a weekend hunter, his John Deere cap AND his cooler of Budweiser than an animal, I don’t care what anybody says. Really. No loss. Just sacrifice the bleep and leave his severed head in the middle of the woods - like the Blair Witch project! – to scare the wits out of any other hunter that wanders by. Heck, it would be worth it just to watch the lot of them run screaming out of the woods, weeping hysterically after spying that severed head in its John Deere cap, tripping drunkenly over their rifles and shooting themselves in the nuts.
Ooooh ... having a crabby day, are we???
Well .... yeah. Sorta. But it would still be funny. In any event, this is historically the day when everyone celebrated the return of the Sun – the light – because now is about the time one is eminently aware that the days are getting longer. Heck, I notice it just taking the commuter rail home at night. The sun has returned!! So one celebrates joyously. The christians – as always – unable to pull together an original thought in their heads at all, swiped this one from us pagans and strega as well and called it Candlemas. This is yet another stolen holiday, but most christians today are either too stupid to know it, or too vicious to care.
The other talisman I considered was Enki’s. Zecharia Sitchin aside, I really like Ea/Enki as a protector God. So, given the christian habit of announcing that every deity or spirit but theirs is demonic, I went and pulled a .pdf copy of The Devils and Evil Spirits of Babylonia, by Reginald Campbell Thompson of the British Museum (1904). Semi-interesting, if you can ignore his ironic references to indigenous cultures as “savages”. I say “ironic” because while he finds the “words of power” used by Assyrian or Babylonian “priests” perfectly acceptable, the same words of power used by others, is termed, “the customs of many savage tribes”. At some point, you struggle against the urge to also call him a “moronic pinhead” and stop reading. Ahhh, the joyful and incessantly clueless stupidity of 1904. I wonder if I can find a spell to resurrect him just to slap him senseless. Hmmm.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
On the Cusp of the Hunter's Moon and Shrines to Piero Barone's Nude Torso
You know, if I were the whining sort (and I’m sure I’m not!) (okay, you can all stop laughing now), I would swear I was still being blocked as far as accomplishing anything magickal goes. October is turning into one of those months so crammed full of conflicting obligations I’m nigh close to flinging things at walls in frustration. Week long business trips, moving, packing, high school reunions, FDA inspections (again!), WC classes that get me home at 10:30 at night, followed by four hours of sleep, followed by an FDA presentation, broken clothes washers, workshops, car engine lights going off, doctors insisting I make appointments with them NOW, a dentist demanding $900 to finish a root canal, my credit union’s online banking system crashing so I couldn’t pay my home refurbishing contractor, my landlord stealing my rent twice … did I forget anything?
Oh yeah. The evil slumlords from Royal Crest Estates (AIMCO) left another note on my door when I came home last night, “Right in the middle of everything else, we decided to perform another home inspection invasion TOMORROW, and we’re hoping you’ll be so flummoxed by having another one scheduled a mere two months after the previous one that you’ll give up, go to work, and leave us to pillage and steal from your home at our leisure.” Well, they ARE evil, doing something this evil is right up their alley. In Worcester, they heisted a book of checks off a bookcase, so apparently, they perform this thieving scam all over Massachusetts. Who knows what they could steal in a home full of packed boxes. I sent a shrieking note to my boss. Fortunately, and unlike AIMCO, she’s a decent human being.
But the most important pathways for me in all of this relentless chaos? Studying, learning, practicing and getting into the new house to build altars and sanctuaries and peaceful places to learn everything, watching the sun move through the sky and planning herb gardens for the spring, embroidering sigils … so many things. And yet I seem to continually be running in place and hitting brick walls … it’s frustrating.
I decided to consult my tarot deck, the Crowley Thoth, asking the rather open-ended, “WTF?”, or more specifically, why are all these critical dates and events converging on and conflicting with one another? I need peace and tranquility, I need the ability to meditate, calm my inner voice, learn valuable skills, and everything seems to be deliberately blocking that, forcing me to juggle appointments, run from one event to the next, worry as to whether I’ll make it on time. Doing that makes me forgetful and upset. And these convergences are SO deliberate – really, there’s no other word for it – I want to know why. What is the purpose of this relentless chaos? Good example: this vicious home invasion by Royal Crest Estates/AIMCO every two months means that I now need to cancel a desperately needed doctor’s appointment on Monday, cancelling a flu shot and new scrips for medication because I can’t go two full days without pay. And I NEED the flu shot; rheumatoid arthritis and diabetes makes you susceptible to all sorts of things. This is a return to the days of the Sky Sadist.
Background, current situation, future state: Emperor – Hanged Man (R) – Prince of Disks.
Emperor: “Thus, this card indicates that you have a strong desire to see your ideas manifested on the physical plane in the form of material gain or accomplishment. An opportunity will arrive that could be the foundation of a very successful future.” From the biddy tarot .
“Hanged Man usually indicates a lack of ability to help oneself through independent action. This energy is arrested and awaiting judgment. With this card, there is no avenue for the will to regain control until the situation has passed. This represents a good time to be philosophical, to study and meditate upon the position you find yourself in, and form resolutions for the moment you become free again.” From the Old English Tarot:
Prince of Disks: ... the Prince of Disks is slow in following and developing his plans and ideas, yet he is steady and unwavering - once on his path, he is going forward towards his goal. Great. (*sigh*)
Second WC1 class yesterday, in the middle of the FDA inspection and on the cusp of this sadistic and evil AIMCO Home Invasion. The third class, next month, falls on the day when the new director pays a visit to Cambridge, which is the same day as a court appearance in Lawrence, wherein I will attempt to regain a house full of stolen property! What the …? This is so consistent, it has begin to veer back into “find me some chicken entrails, I have to kick the gypsy curse” territory.
Sorry, fleeing chicken! Just joking! I really don’t want your entrails!
I discovered that I do really well on guided meditations; much better than solo ones. We were learning to focus on shapes and colors; tastes and smells … the teacher had led us all calmly and quietly into visualizing an orange against a white background, peeling it, and tasting it. It was going surprisingly well … when all of a sudden, a delectable, delicious and verrrry recognizable nude male torso appeared without warning in my field of vision and *pop*! The orange disappeared in a splash of juice and all that was left was me, breathing heavily and thinking, “Oh yessss, peel me one of THOSE grapes, please.”
Zepar!!! (“Zepar is a Great Duke, who tries to seduce women, and if requested by them, he can change his shape into that of their beloved man” ... see an entry or so ago.) You know, this could be very useful, indeed. This one, this one, this one, this one!!!
I don’t know how he could live up to the perfect prototype that is Piero Barone (all this – and that voice!), but ... ohhhhh myyyyy. Please, please, please do try! I realize that fortunately, every woman has a different and subjective view of “the perfect male body”, but for me, this is it. This is the paragon of male perfection. Given a choice, I would have constructed an anatomically correct version of this one from clay, fired it up, and built a shrine to it in my living room. After all, I know it was the Sicilian Greek Euhemerus who theorized that all gods originated as super-stellar human beings, like my awesomely sexy Piero, here ...
OMG! I can’t stop lusting after Piero Barone even while I’m trying to visualize an orange! I definitely need to get my trains of thought under control, here. Arrgh. The Hunter's Moon is tomorrow night, and I'm wondering what sort of spells work well with a full moon so close to the veil. If I could find a "learn to focus!" full moon spell, I'm all over it.
Affirmations. As part of my homework assignment this month, I have to select and repeat three of them. In repetitions of magical numbers, like 3, 9, 33, 108. The assignment brought up another term I’d never heard before: mala beads. Like rosary beads, used for counting affirmations, mantras, prayers, although the mala beads were invented first, by a millennium or so or three … or four … or maybe more. Went and looked them up. Tibetan. Japanese. Hindu. Traced way back to BC, the first known ones. Used for meditation. Just went online and found a rose quartz one I really liked. And so, now that the mala beads are on their way I need to select three affirmations to recite. My choice. This may take a while.
Affirmations. I hear Billy Burke as Charlie Swan snapping an irritated and disgusted, “You want me visualize,” at his daughter when she asked him to picture her in a healthy state. But after class was over, I discovered that there were components of “instant magic” that actually worked. One was creating a trigger from within a deeply meditative state and using it later. I questioned whether or not it would work right away, although the psychological principle behind the act was sound. I just didn’t expect it to work so quickly. I tried it the next day, and was astounded when it worked.
And this is why you should probably not use it in an elevator the first time – I can no longer recall why I felt I needed it! So much for the spell journal!
Find a place of power in nature. That was a no-brainer! The rock in my back yard in Seabrook. The first time I saw it I gasped in awe of its size and beauty and radiating tranquility. I adore that rock – although technically speaking, it’s more of a large boulder than a rock! I need to have Dana devise some way of (gracefully) climbing up on the rock (when I tell you it’s huge, I’m not kidding) so that I can meditate up there. But can I get back to it before the next class? Who knows?
Oh yeah. The evil slumlords from Royal Crest Estates (AIMCO) left another note on my door when I came home last night, “Right in the middle of everything else, we decided to perform another home inspection invasion TOMORROW, and we’re hoping you’ll be so flummoxed by having another one scheduled a mere two months after the previous one that you’ll give up, go to work, and leave us to pillage and steal from your home at our leisure.” Well, they ARE evil, doing something this evil is right up their alley. In Worcester, they heisted a book of checks off a bookcase, so apparently, they perform this thieving scam all over Massachusetts. Who knows what they could steal in a home full of packed boxes. I sent a shrieking note to my boss. Fortunately, and unlike AIMCO, she’s a decent human being.
But the most important pathways for me in all of this relentless chaos? Studying, learning, practicing and getting into the new house to build altars and sanctuaries and peaceful places to learn everything, watching the sun move through the sky and planning herb gardens for the spring, embroidering sigils … so many things. And yet I seem to continually be running in place and hitting brick walls … it’s frustrating.
I decided to consult my tarot deck, the Crowley Thoth, asking the rather open-ended, “WTF?”, or more specifically, why are all these critical dates and events converging on and conflicting with one another? I need peace and tranquility, I need the ability to meditate, calm my inner voice, learn valuable skills, and everything seems to be deliberately blocking that, forcing me to juggle appointments, run from one event to the next, worry as to whether I’ll make it on time. Doing that makes me forgetful and upset. And these convergences are SO deliberate – really, there’s no other word for it – I want to know why. What is the purpose of this relentless chaos? Good example: this vicious home invasion by Royal Crest Estates/AIMCO every two months means that I now need to cancel a desperately needed doctor’s appointment on Monday, cancelling a flu shot and new scrips for medication because I can’t go two full days without pay. And I NEED the flu shot; rheumatoid arthritis and diabetes makes you susceptible to all sorts of things. This is a return to the days of the Sky Sadist.
Background, current situation, future state: Emperor – Hanged Man (R) – Prince of Disks.
Emperor: “Thus, this card indicates that you have a strong desire to see your ideas manifested on the physical plane in the form of material gain or accomplishment. An opportunity will arrive that could be the foundation of a very successful future.” From the biddy tarot .
“Hanged Man usually indicates a lack of ability to help oneself through independent action. This energy is arrested and awaiting judgment. With this card, there is no avenue for the will to regain control until the situation has passed. This represents a good time to be philosophical, to study and meditate upon the position you find yourself in, and form resolutions for the moment you become free again.” From the Old English Tarot:
Prince of Disks: ... the Prince of Disks is slow in following and developing his plans and ideas, yet he is steady and unwavering - once on his path, he is going forward towards his goal. Great. (*sigh*)
Second WC1 class yesterday, in the middle of the FDA inspection and on the cusp of this sadistic and evil AIMCO Home Invasion. The third class, next month, falls on the day when the new director pays a visit to Cambridge, which is the same day as a court appearance in Lawrence, wherein I will attempt to regain a house full of stolen property! What the …? This is so consistent, it has begin to veer back into “find me some chicken entrails, I have to kick the gypsy curse” territory.
Sorry, fleeing chicken! Just joking! I really don’t want your entrails!
Zepar!!! (“Zepar is a Great Duke, who tries to seduce women, and if requested by them, he can change his shape into that of their beloved man” ... see an entry or so ago.) You know, this could be very useful, indeed. This one, this one, this one, this one!!!
I don’t know how he could live up to the perfect prototype that is Piero Barone (all this – and that voice!), but ... ohhhhh myyyyy. Please, please, please do try! I realize that fortunately, every woman has a different and subjective view of “the perfect male body”, but for me, this is it. This is the paragon of male perfection. Given a choice, I would have constructed an anatomically correct version of this one from clay, fired it up, and built a shrine to it in my living room. After all, I know it was the Sicilian Greek Euhemerus who theorized that all gods originated as super-stellar human beings, like my awesomely sexy Piero, here ...
OMG! I can’t stop lusting after Piero Barone even while I’m trying to visualize an orange! I definitely need to get my trains of thought under control, here. Arrgh. The Hunter's Moon is tomorrow night, and I'm wondering what sort of spells work well with a full moon so close to the veil. If I could find a "learn to focus!" full moon spell, I'm all over it.Affirmations. As part of my homework assignment this month, I have to select and repeat three of them. In repetitions of magical numbers, like 3, 9, 33, 108. The assignment brought up another term I’d never heard before: mala beads. Like rosary beads, used for counting affirmations, mantras, prayers, although the mala beads were invented first, by a millennium or so or three … or four … or maybe more. Went and looked them up. Tibetan. Japanese. Hindu. Traced way back to BC, the first known ones. Used for meditation. Just went online and found a rose quartz one I really liked. And so, now that the mala beads are on their way I need to select three affirmations to recite. My choice. This may take a while.
Affirmations. I hear Billy Burke as Charlie Swan snapping an irritated and disgusted, “You want me visualize,” at his daughter when she asked him to picture her in a healthy state. But after class was over, I discovered that there were components of “instant magic” that actually worked. One was creating a trigger from within a deeply meditative state and using it later. I questioned whether or not it would work right away, although the psychological principle behind the act was sound. I just didn’t expect it to work so quickly. I tried it the next day, and was astounded when it worked.
And this is why you should probably not use it in an elevator the first time – I can no longer recall why I felt I needed it! So much for the spell journal!
Find a place of power in nature. That was a no-brainer! The rock in my back yard in Seabrook. The first time I saw it I gasped in awe of its size and beauty and radiating tranquility. I adore that rock – although technically speaking, it’s more of a large boulder than a rock! I need to have Dana devise some way of (gracefully) climbing up on the rock (when I tell you it’s huge, I’m not kidding) so that I can meditate up there. But can I get back to it before the next class? Who knows?
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Michelle Belanger, Sekhmet, Phobias and Sex Magick Again
Ran out the door of a terrific workshop conducted by Michelle Belanger on Psychic Vampires, dashed home, frantically packed a suitcase and was back out the door at 4 the next morning after 2 hours of sleep.
I seriously dislike flying. Sekhmet was burning away a phobia of flying, but I was still suffering from air pressure changes, and usually staggered off the plane with blinding headaches and a runny nose. This time I had to be delightfully pleasant and charming as one of our VPs was on the same flight and graciously chauffeured me over to the Raleigh office. Last thing you want to do on a business trip is puke all over the shoes of senior management, so I managed not to.
Fortunately we didn’t sit together, so I was able to distract myself somewhat by reading, without having to explain that I was reading the biography of the woman who was married to the King of the Witches of the Alexandrian line, in England.
At the suggestion of the WC1 class instructor, I was now reading Maxine Sander’s biography, Firechild. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it all that much, but it turns out I did, because she describes initiation and instruction that is exactly what I think it should be … and not the twinkie nonsense women are spewing out ad nauseum in their frustratingly inaccurate and nonsensical Tinkerbelle wiccan books (“Clap your hands if you BELIEVE, boys & girls!”) every time I turn around. She both received and then delivered serious initiation training that was, in turn, amazingly intense, enormously valuable and sometimes almost cruel.
Still, those are the events that were real learning events, the ones that stuck with you. They taught her things she could use. They let her pick the wrong herbs out in the wild and watched dispassionately as she retched them all back up again. They left her in a trance in the woods all night – alone. The hard housekeeping work – brass polishing, robe laundering, cleaning floors, walls, altars ... each act done with focused intent and enormous concentration. I was finding myself more and more inspired and despairing of ever finding initiation instruction here in the USA like that. (Actually, the first WCI instructor did initially strike me as a bit of a slave driver, but then she also told me a lie about Charles Leland which irked me a bit. Okay, it irked me a lot. She’s going to really work hard to get past that lie.)
But back to Maxine. On the negative side, a lot of her talents seemed to be inherited … for example, astral projection came really easily to her from a very early age, while others of us need to struggle with simple things like basic meditation and feeling energy between the palms of our hands. Her mother wavered between the occult and the rigidity of the catholic church ... which had to make for an odd upbringing. And lastly, the book devolves into being insufferably British now and again, obsessed with “knowing your place” and dubbing people “royalty” within the occult world. I find that difficult to get past ... especially when women here in the U.S. demand you call them “Lady Such and Such”, which generates in me a raised eyebrow of disdain, mainly because it makes women sound like they never grew up past their fairy tale-believing days when they really wanted to be a “princess”.
Be that as it may, so far it’s fascinating.
I had raised the spectre of sex magick again last entry, and came across the three spirits Sitri, Beleth and Zepar, three of the so-called “demons” that the Judeo-Christian Solomon controlled. And you know how defiant I am about taking a definition (i.e., “demon”) from the judeo-christian-islamic world without first doing my due diligence on their personality and what they do. The majority of them, (so far anyway) seem to be completely – or mostly – free of malice or anger or hatred or any other personality trait that would earn them the title we now know as “demon”.
I am of the belief that those of us in this generation need to be the ones who research these beings and systematically strip the title of “demon” from them. Until proven otherwise, they will be “spirits”. So, here are three conjurable “spirits” I found:
“The 12th spirit is Sitri, he is a great prince & appeareth at first with a Leopards face, and wings as a griffin. But afterwards at ye command of ye exorcist, he putteth on a humane shape very Beautifull, Inflaming Men with womens Love, and women with mens love, and causeth them to shew themselves Naked, if he [it] be desired, &c. he governeth 60 Legions of spirits, and his seal to be worne is this.”
http://www.esotericarchives.com/solomon/goetia.htm
Original Purpose: Sitri is a lust spirit and causes men and women to be passionate and get naked around one another.
Author’s Notes: Invoke Sitri for seduction rituals (become Incubi or Succubae). Invoke Sitri during sex magick to boost the energy raised. Sitri can also be called up when you seek to infuse any creative project with passion. (Connolly, S. (2010-09-02). Daemonolatry Goetia (p. 60). DB Publishing. Kindle Edition.)
Then there is Beleth:
He can breathe fire. He can shape shift, and can manage about three shifts in a day before he wears out. Human (winged or not) is his favorite and most-seen form; his true form is slightly beyond human comprehension and for the sake of interaction is not used often.
He can transport himself and other people between summoning circles, even if it means crossing between dimensions. Beleth is capable of moving between a highly technological location to a magical location and back again, though this requires a great deal of energy and leaves him exhausted afterwards.
If someone successfully makes a contract with Beleth (which not only requires the agreement of Beleth and the character involved in the contract but the agreement of the players of any third parties), he can do more. His specialty is that he “causeth all the love that may be, both of Men and of Women, until the conjuror hath had his desire fulfilled” (LKS).
Finally, Zepar:
Zepar is a Great Duke, who tries to seduce women, and if requested by them, he can change his shape into that of their beloved man, but makes them sterile. He has twenty-six legions of spirits under his command. Other sources say that he makes women love men and brings them together in love. He is depicted as a soldier with red clothes and armour.
Now comes the fun part - learning how to invoke .... and not forgetting the controlling and banishing part ... one of the three of them. More later.
I seriously dislike flying. Sekhmet was burning away a phobia of flying, but I was still suffering from air pressure changes, and usually staggered off the plane with blinding headaches and a runny nose. This time I had to be delightfully pleasant and charming as one of our VPs was on the same flight and graciously chauffeured me over to the Raleigh office. Last thing you want to do on a business trip is puke all over the shoes of senior management, so I managed not to.
Fortunately we didn’t sit together, so I was able to distract myself somewhat by reading, without having to explain that I was reading the biography of the woman who was married to the King of the Witches of the Alexandrian line, in England.
At the suggestion of the WC1 class instructor, I was now reading Maxine Sander’s biography, Firechild. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it all that much, but it turns out I did, because she describes initiation and instruction that is exactly what I think it should be … and not the twinkie nonsense women are spewing out ad nauseum in their frustratingly inaccurate and nonsensical Tinkerbelle wiccan books (“Clap your hands if you BELIEVE, boys & girls!”) every time I turn around. She both received and then delivered serious initiation training that was, in turn, amazingly intense, enormously valuable and sometimes almost cruel.
Still, those are the events that were real learning events, the ones that stuck with you. They taught her things she could use. They let her pick the wrong herbs out in the wild and watched dispassionately as she retched them all back up again. They left her in a trance in the woods all night – alone. The hard housekeeping work – brass polishing, robe laundering, cleaning floors, walls, altars ... each act done with focused intent and enormous concentration. I was finding myself more and more inspired and despairing of ever finding initiation instruction here in the USA like that. (Actually, the first WCI instructor did initially strike me as a bit of a slave driver, but then she also told me a lie about Charles Leland which irked me a bit. Okay, it irked me a lot. She’s going to really work hard to get past that lie.)
But back to Maxine. On the negative side, a lot of her talents seemed to be inherited … for example, astral projection came really easily to her from a very early age, while others of us need to struggle with simple things like basic meditation and feeling energy between the palms of our hands. Her mother wavered between the occult and the rigidity of the catholic church ... which had to make for an odd upbringing. And lastly, the book devolves into being insufferably British now and again, obsessed with “knowing your place” and dubbing people “royalty” within the occult world. I find that difficult to get past ... especially when women here in the U.S. demand you call them “Lady Such and Such”, which generates in me a raised eyebrow of disdain, mainly because it makes women sound like they never grew up past their fairy tale-believing days when they really wanted to be a “princess”.
Be that as it may, so far it’s fascinating.
I had raised the spectre of sex magick again last entry, and came across the three spirits Sitri, Beleth and Zepar, three of the so-called “demons” that the Judeo-Christian Solomon controlled. And you know how defiant I am about taking a definition (i.e., “demon”) from the judeo-christian-islamic world without first doing my due diligence on their personality and what they do. The majority of them, (so far anyway) seem to be completely – or mostly – free of malice or anger or hatred or any other personality trait that would earn them the title we now know as “demon”.I am of the belief that those of us in this generation need to be the ones who research these beings and systematically strip the title of “demon” from them. Until proven otherwise, they will be “spirits”. So, here are three conjurable “spirits” I found:
“The 12th spirit is Sitri, he is a great prince & appeareth at first with a Leopards face, and wings as a griffin. But afterwards at ye command of ye exorcist, he putteth on a humane shape very Beautifull, Inflaming Men with womens Love, and women with mens love, and causeth them to shew themselves Naked, if he [it] be desired, &c. he governeth 60 Legions of spirits, and his seal to be worne is this.”
http://www.esotericarchives.com/solomon/goetia.htm
Original Purpose: Sitri is a lust spirit and causes men and women to be passionate and get naked around one another.
Author’s Notes: Invoke Sitri for seduction rituals (become Incubi or Succubae). Invoke Sitri during sex magick to boost the energy raised. Sitri can also be called up when you seek to infuse any creative project with passion. (Connolly, S. (2010-09-02). Daemonolatry Goetia (p. 60). DB Publishing. Kindle Edition.)
Then there is Beleth:
He can breathe fire. He can shape shift, and can manage about three shifts in a day before he wears out. Human (winged or not) is his favorite and most-seen form; his true form is slightly beyond human comprehension and for the sake of interaction is not used often.He can transport himself and other people between summoning circles, even if it means crossing between dimensions. Beleth is capable of moving between a highly technological location to a magical location and back again, though this requires a great deal of energy and leaves him exhausted afterwards.
If someone successfully makes a contract with Beleth (which not only requires the agreement of Beleth and the character involved in the contract but the agreement of the players of any third parties), he can do more. His specialty is that he “causeth all the love that may be, both of Men and of Women, until the conjuror hath had his desire fulfilled” (LKS).Finally, Zepar:
Zepar is a Great Duke, who tries to seduce women, and if requested by them, he can change his shape into that of their beloved man, but makes them sterile. He has twenty-six legions of spirits under his command. Other sources say that he makes women love men and brings them together in love. He is depicted as a soldier with red clothes and armour.
Now comes the fun part - learning how to invoke .... and not forgetting the controlling and banishing part ... one of the three of them. More later.
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