I worked with one of the Earls of the Goetia. To keep the pact, I invoked him for nine Fridays: I went up the mountain and did it in the first hour of each Friday. I was always courteous with him, gentleman to gentleman.
In the first two sessions he seemed willing to help. I wasn't looking for signs, but as I closed the circle a mouse stopped and stared at me, and later a yellow bird landed on my hand. I took the pact as accepted and kept going.
Then came car trouble, too coincidental to be chance. I didn't take it badly: I took it as a toll, maybe my own fault for not grounding/discharging properly. I laughed and accepted it.
From day one I made one thing clear: if he disrespected or deceived me, I would destroy his seal and cut all ties. I swore it.
I won't go into what I asked for. While he was working he gave ambiguous signs: things seemed to move, then he'd just stop. In the end he didn't just fail; I feel he deceived and disrespected me. So I kept my oath.
I drove three consecrated nails into his copper seal, told him not to come looking for me, and burned it as far as it would go. Closed with the LBRP. What was left I burned again with animal feces, sealed it in a black box and threw it in the trash.
I want to be clear about one thing: it wasn't done out of hatred. I didn't enjoy doing it. I know an Earl of hell probably couldn't care less that I burned his seal. But it was an affront that, as a magister, I wasn't willing to let slide. I had sworn it, and an oath like that doesn't get broken just because keeping it is uncomfortable.
I know most people will think I'm crazy, or that this was disrespectful toward the spirit. But I was respectful for nine Fridays, I even accepted the toll without complaint, and the warning was given beforehand. This wasn't a tantrum; it was keeping my word.
Questions:
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In the first two sessions he seemed willing to help. I wasn't looking for signs, but as I closed the circle a mouse stopped and stared at me, and later a yellow bird landed on my hand. I took the pact as accepted and kept going.
Then came car trouble, too coincidental to be chance. I didn't take it badly: I took it as a toll, maybe my own fault for not grounding/discharging properly. I laughed and accepted it.
From day one I made one thing clear: if he disrespected or deceived me, I would destroy his seal and cut all ties. I swore it.
I won't go into what I asked for. While he was working he gave ambiguous signs: things seemed to move, then he'd just stop. In the end he didn't just fail; I feel he deceived and disrespected me. So I kept my oath.
I drove three consecrated nails into his copper seal, told him not to come looking for me, and burned it as far as it would go. Closed with the LBRP. What was left I burned again with animal feces, sealed it in a black box and threw it in the trash.
I want to be clear about one thing: it wasn't done out of hatred. I didn't enjoy doing it. I know an Earl of hell probably couldn't care less that I burned his seal. But it was an affront that, as a magister, I wasn't willing to let slide. I had sworn it, and an oath like that doesn't get broken just because keeping it is uncomfortable.
I know most people will think I'm crazy, or that this was disrespectful toward the spirit. But I was respectful for nine Fridays, I even accepted the toll without complaint, and the warning was given beforehand. This wasn't a tantrum; it was keeping my word.
Questions:
- Has a Goetic spirit ever given you good signs at first, then ambiguous ones, seeming to work and then stopping? How did you read it?
- Have you ever punished or burned a spirit's seal? Any blowback afterward?
- Do you think I was within my rights, given the warning was made in advance?
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