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.

Forge

Enter The Servitor “My Seat!”

The servitor known as My Seat! has been created and launched.

My Seat!’s mission is to occupy my favourite seat like a big fat Jabba the Hut squeezing out anyone who is sitting there and giving potential squatters the feeling that the seat they are heading for is already taken.

Here’s the specification.  I have taken out the precise location of the coffee shop to protect its anonymity – if you use this spec you should be as precise as you can as to the target.

Specific Intent:  To manifest on the sofa at table 6 in XXXX Coffee Shop, XXXtown, giving people who are approaching it the impression it is already occupied and incumbents the feeling that they should finish their coffee/food and go in time for my entry into the cafe.

Energy/power source – energised via my ESHE (Energy Store House Entity) directed by me at any time.

Appearance – A large blobby creature not unlike Jabba the Hut

Magical abilities – ability to make its immediate surroundings feel crowded and uncomfortable until I arrive whereby My Seat! will dissipate. Works harmoniously with other servitors.

Housing – n/a     My Seat! to be astral

Activation – to be activated automatically whenever I begin my journey into town with the intention of visiting XXX coffee shop, increasing in effect with every step I take towards the City centre.

Life Span – my lifetime or when absorbed by me

Programming Symbol – a sigil of name

Contact – evoke if necessary using name

Now to see what happens!

Forge