My Seat! RIP

Sadly I have to report the demise of another servitor.

It seems irononic that the last two magical operations I have performed have been to absorb (destroy) servitors I have created.

My Seat! was rendered redundant simply because a few days ago the cafe owners decided to re-arrange the furniture. My favourite comfy seat originally located in the best possible spot to observe the world around me is now in the middle of the cafe and the table numbering has gone to pot too. Thus the spec. for the servitor no longer applied and there is no longer a favorite seat to reserve for me.

It was tidier all round to absorb the servitor. This I did this morning.

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MySpace! RIP

In previous posts I have described the frustrations I have felt about other people in my street parking their cars in what I regard as my space when I have been foolish enough to vacate it even for a couple of minutes.

I recounted how I created a servitor to occupy the space on my behalf and how recently I have even supplemented the astral bollard with a large yellow storage tub.

Things came to a head last week when a neighbour moved my bollard to the pavement and parked his 4×4 outside my house. I was incandescent with anger! I grabbed the box and placed it on the roof of his car. But, moments later, after a telling off from my wife, I removed it.

This got me thinking. This was only going to end in one of two ways. Either open warfare with my neighbours or I dump this business of regarding the space in the street outside my house as being my rightful territory.

I chose the latter.

And something wonderful happened. A mass of resentment, tension, indignation, you name it, just went away. It was like a dark, heavy cloud had lifted from me.

Since then there have been times when my space was free and other times it is occupied and whilst my wife and daughter still occasionally vent forth when we turn the corner and see another car in that hallowed space, I just get on with finding a safe place to park.

But what of the MySpace! servitor that is now redundant?

I felt it was appropriate to absorb him. His time had ended and it was good psychic hygiene not to have surplus servitors hanging around.

I retrieved his housing, a crystal hidden in a plant pot in our garden adjacent to the road. I had been given a chunk of rock salt the previous weekend (it’s amazing what ends up in a multi-terrain 10k race goody bag!) and felt that this would provide the salty dip to cleanse the crystal. I took this in a bowl to my quiet place where I created Sacred Space by casting a circle and began the ritual.

I kept it simple:-

I called out to MySpace! whilst looking at his programming symbol.

I visualised him appearing in the circle – a big orange traffic cone with white stripes, angry eyes and threatening spikes radiating out.

When I was satisfied he was fully present I thanked him for his service and told him it was time for him to be ended.

I picked up the bowl which contained the salt water and crystal and washed away the sigil.

“You are hereby ended…

I visualised him breaking up. The fragments moved towards me and I sucked them into me.

… and now you return to me.”

I sucked until satisfied that the servitor was truly absorbed and then gave thanks.

I stayed quiet and motionless for a while and then closed the circle.

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Living Magically

This morning I brought the Parking Eagle into existence.  An hour or so later I went for a run primarily to ground myself in the physical activity but also to shake the lactic acid out of my legs from a hard training session the night before.

The sun was shining and it was breezy.

As I started up the road I called to my Energy Store House Entity and imagined it soaring up into the sky to harvest the rays of the sun and the blustery wind.  I gave it permission to do this indefinitely.

I then called to Parking Eagle and within seconds the distinctive black silhouette sped skywards.  At my command beams of energy shot out from ESHE to strike the spirit raptor with let out a cry not unlike that of the buzzards we see around these parts.

Before long, as I headed out into the countryside, beams of energy were lancing out of ESHE to top up the power levels of all my servitors and I felt I was part of a network of beings, intent and energy.

At times like this life feels truly magical.

I have worked in many different “fields” of magic.  All have been special in their own way but some have also been intensely frustrating due to lack of perceived results.  Many a time I have sat in a cave or at a crossroads in a visualisation working only to feel that the party must be in another place but no one has told me…

The creative side of my personality is really responding to sigil and servitor magic(k) and maybe at long last I have found my niche.  Another part of me knows that in fact the journey continues on whether I like it or not!

Most importantly for me my magical practice interweaves with my daily life and is fully a part of it.

It’s also great fun!

I hope you find something useful in this rambling.

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Psychic Questing

The Green Stone and The Black Alchemist introduced me to the concept of Psychic Questing in the eighties and I was enthralled.

Does anyone do this kind of stuff anymore?

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Master of the Temple

I have been very pleased to see that copies of this exceptional book are now becoming available again.

When I searched for it a year or so ago I was dismayed to find it was virtually impossible to source and those that were available were going for silly money.

A compelling blend of novel and factual material it offers unique insights into a wide variety of magical practices, with substantial references to Aleister Crowley (including his raising of a demon in the North African desert in 1909, Dr Dee, Order of the Golden Dawn, Austin Osman Spare, Gerald Gardner, the OTO, Wicca and, most noteably, sex magic/tantric rites as practiced by “secret orders”.

I have a copy which I have read many times and as I (hopefully) progress in The Work I gain fresh insights into what it contains every time I open its cover.

I can’t recommend this book highly enough.

And who the heck is/was Eric Ericson?   He writes with authority and the story is a damn good read too!

“A novel isn’t necessarily a work of fiction…”

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Assessment of Energy Store House Entity

This servitor has been operating for over a month now. I view it as a most satisfying operation so far in terms of creation of a useful entity.

Most significant was the change in form from some kind of mechanical entity to something that was living.

I feel this was really important in establishing the right kind of link (dare I say relationship?) between us.

So now as I think of it, speak out its name, and visualise the sigil, it immediately soars skyward with its tendrils reaching out to gorge itself on the wind and the sunlight.

I have been using it on a daily basis to feed extra energy to Gotch the troll guardian of the allotment in particular and giving myself a boost in my daily life as and when required.

It all feels like it is working effectively and I am particularly pleased with the method of creation which felt very powerful.  I perceive it as an organism that has strong echoes of plankton – transparent – glowing – its organs visible:-

I recommend you create your own ESHE and it would be great to share experiences on this.

Allotment Guardian 4

Whilst I would have liked to conduct the working at the allotment I felt this was not a practical option owing to the public nature of the place. I was sure that concerns about being seen would be detrimental to the potency of what I was doing. So I used my usual “temple” the room at the top of our house.

Firstly I composed myself and got into a relaxed but centred state. When I felt ready:

“The purpose of this working is to modify and strengthen the entity known as GOTCH and expand the area that he guards!”

I imagined I was drawing a circle of golden light at the end of a beam striking out from my outstretched arm as I turned clockwise. The moment the circle was complete the area it contained felt different. I then flipped the circle around on its axis so I was enveloped by it then by the other axis so I was within a sphere of golden light. Thus Sacred Space was created. Then, at each quarter I opened an imaginary double door through which the powers of air, fire, water and earth respectively flooded through – this is always a bit I get off on, feeling the energy washing over me – I’m an elements freak!

I then drew energy down from above, feeling the power course through my body. A minute or so later I was visualising the allotment and seeing Gotch moving about it. I saw him halt and look at me and at that point I zapped him with energy from my hands. The energy enveloped him and he began to change. I streamed elemental energy at him, routed from the circle and even from the doorways at its edge.

Gotch writhed and roared and grew and…changed to the creature in the picture I had printed off the net. The makeover created a tougher and scarier GOTCH. As I spoke the instructions I continued to bathe GOTCH in elemental energy from the quarters and watched him getting more and more solid and energised.

“It is my will and desire to give new life to the entity GOTCH.

“It is your purpose to patrol my allotments as defined by the boundary markers I will place in the form of crystals buried at the corners of the area. You are bound to stay within this area and may not stray outside unless I instruct you to do so.

“It is your sole purpose to intercept intruders in that area, people who are there with the clear intent to harm or steal my crops and possessions and to make them feel that it is the last place they want to be – they will hear your growl and will feel frightened, nauseous and eager to leave the allotments.

“You will draw your strength solely from the offerings and energy I consciously give you and by no other means.

“You will exist in harmony with all other spirits on the allotment.

“It is through my will that I now call you into being.

“By calling your name I am able to contact you with ease and at any time I so desire, but GOTCH, when this housing is cleansed, so shall your life and purpose be no more, for this is my will and so it is done!”

I visualised GOTCH entering the crystal.

“Go in peace, GOTCH, and begin your task the moment your housing enters the designated area, remembering to appear to me quickly when called upon.

“And so it is done!”

I then closed the quarters and sacred space etc and subsequently strolled to the allotment where I placed the crystal under the floorboards of the shed through a hole conveniently gnawed by a rat. I stapled the picture to the inside of the door and scratched the sigil of his name on the outside of the shed.

There was a palpable sense of sullen presence. I was satisfied – and I admit just a little spooked – that he was there, watching, guarding…

Allotment Guardian 1

In 1998 when I was a fledgling magician, I created two guardian spirits at different periods to keep watch over my allotment. Plot 138 was and still is a precious place where I find peace and satisfaction in growing my own veg but it also has the massive advantage of having a shed. Originally it was barely big enough to swing a wand but at least it provided a useful amount of privacy away from home where I could practice my dark arts. It was not the most ideal of arrangements as the shed was situated next to one of the entrances to the colony. Often I would be deep into a piece of work when the chain on the gate would rattle, a key would turn in the padlock, and amidst all manner of clattering the metal gate would creak open. Then the procedure would be repeated as the person secured the gate before tramping away. It played havoc with the concentration and goodness knows what people thought of the whiffs of incense that may have been seeping out of the planking of the rickety old shed as they passed by!

The guardian issue arose because the colony had been suffering a spate of trespass and vandalism and I was about to go on holiday to Lanzarotte for a fortnight. Even though I was able to hide my magical paraphernalia under the floor of the shed I felt there was no guarantee an intruder wouldn’t find them/scatter them over the surrounding area (explain that away, lad!)/set fire to my temple.

I just had to swing the odds in my favour.

So one morning I cleared extra space in the shed temple, created sacred space, and opened up the quarters:-

Extract from magical diary: “With this complete I faced the altar and talked myself through a visualisation of a black panther forming out of the stars and coming to sit on the other side of the altar facing me. With my eyes open I visualised its body and heard its growls, grunts and rumbles. I even fancied the floor creaked under its weight! I named it PANTHAR and asked it to guard the temple for the period until I returned from holiday. It appeared to accept the assignment. It would allow the passage of me and my children.

The ritual felt a little makeshift which highlighted the need for better planning rather than rushing into things – but it felt powerful and effective!”

Helping a Friend 3

The phased approach still felt right and I started my preparations. Firstly I contacted C and asked her to create a list of all the attributes that she felt she was lacking when dealing with the neighbour. I emphasised that it was really important that these words resonated with her. She came back with a list of adjectives which was refined to STRONG, CALM, EFFECTIVE and IN CONTROL. I had a little influence in the choice of EFFECTIVE as I felt it was important to build in the assumption that all this was going to work!

These then became:-

I AM STRONG, CALM, EFFECTIVE, IN CONTROL IN MY DEALINGS WITH MICHAEL BXXXXX. (Name obscured for obvious reasons!)

As far as I was concerned the moment C devoted her attention to this exercise the magic would start to work. Whilst there was a process to be completed I believe that every part of it at every stage would be having an effect and create change.

Thus once the sentence was complete I asked C to use it as a mantra whenever she had the opportunity to repeat it to herself, whilst I was setting the stage for the final part of the process.

Two days later I met with her at her workplace where I had been co-incidentally meeting with one of her colleagues on an unrelated matter. We moved to a table at the far end of the impressive atrium where we could talk without fear of being overheard or observed. (I have no idea what the managers of one of the biggest financial institutions in the country would have felt about Chaos Magic being worked in their social area!). I had written out in block capitals on a large sheet of paper the sentence C had put together and now we crossed out all the letters that repeated and then all the vowels. This left 15 letters. This was more than I would have liked but if these held the essence of C’s intent then so be it! I showed her some examples of the way letters could be assembled into sigils and then asked her to create one from the letters in front of her. I explained she should take her time with this and try various permutations until one felt right. She took some pieces of paper away with her and the finished article was returned to me in an envelope two days later.

Taking the envelope I instructed C to destroy all papers relating to the drafting of the sentence and sigil, together with deleting related emails and texts. She was to put what we had been discussing out of her mind and get on with the rest of her life. She was certainly not to look forward to getting results – the so-called “lust for result” was counter productive to the process.

Initially I had considered suggesting C should charge her own sigil but subsequently discounted this for a number of reasons. I had discovered it was common practice amongst Chaos Magicians to charge each other’s sigils so there was no practical reason why a sigil affecting and on behalf of C shouldn’t be magically charged by a third party ie me. As the object of the exercise was to help C rather than train her in magical techniques (“Beware of unintended consequences!”) I felt a separation of function was appropriate and important. The third reason was that it didn’t feel appropriate to discuss methods of charging with C nor encourage her to carry out the operation herself.

The next day I charged the sigil and then burned the piece of paper. I turned my attention to the next phase of operations as a means of banishing what we had done from my mind.

Several days went by as I brushed up on my Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP) technique. It had been a while since I had worked with it and I felt the extra responsibility of doing it in someone else’s home for a very particular purpose – I needed to be word perfect!

I had chosen LBRP because it is a classic, heavyweight ritual which I think has quite a bit of poke. It’s also great to do! I had contemplated just using the Reiki power symbol to clean the area; or maybe smudging, but it felt right to go with the ritual.

She went out shopping whilst I did the biz. Firstly I stated my intention, that I was there to clean the area to make it safe for C and her partner. Then LBRP in every room. It seemed to get more intense as I did each room, ending with the living room where they are getting the water leaks coming through.

In the bedroom I felt different, lost a bit of focus at the archangels bit and even started to tremble several times a strange feeling in my stomach – almost nausea. I interpreted this as not necessarily a bad sign but indications that stuff was happening!
With the cleansing complete I stood centrally in the living room and eyed the stains on the ceiling. I could hear movement in the flat above – another reminder of why I was there.

Standing to face east I stated my intention that I was creating a shield to protect C and her partner from unwelcome and negative energies from the apartment above and the stairway and that these would be reflected back at the originator. I then opened the quarters, feeling the elemental forces coming into a central point in front of me which I then acknowledged and mixed into a shimmering ball of what I visualised as like of mercury. I then acted like a kind of plasterer and swept the shiny stuff in great big swathes up the wall and across the ceiling to create a vast shiny shield up and over the apartment. I had googled the Sage building in Newcastle the previous day for it looked like what I was trying to create: a vast reflective surface.

I subsequently described the appearance of the barrier to my friend on her return, saying she herself should visualise the barrier to reinforce it. (It would also make her feel she is doing something positive!).

I then returned home, scoffed some food to ground myself and got out in the sun to do some digging on the allotment! More grounding!