Mr.X's Goetia Project

Seventy-two Spirits; Five Days Each. Three hundred and sixty day ritual

Belial
goetiaproject
Under Goap
Direction; South
Fire Elemental
Rank, King
Planetary Alignment, Sun
Incense, Frankincense
Metal, Gold
68th spirit within the Goetia
Belial

5
In the morning, the first thing I did was make the sigil of Paimon and baked it. The second thing I did was make a breakfast/dessert gnocchi for my family before they left. It turned out great and me mum saw how simple it was. I went outside with them and helped them bring a few things out and my siblings were all over me and I felt a real remorse for not going back with them. Even though my childhood was shitty, I was homesick for the old days.
Belial, Ba'al El, and so many others. He is all throughout Rabbinical mythology and Demonology. He rules Qliphoth, rules the ruined worlds which were broken back down into Binah... in various hierarchies, and often a feared Daemon. To me he is the mountain which reaches all elements, base is molten rock, which is constantly in change while the top is melting ice, jagged and smooth from the erosion. While I don't feel completely balanced with earth, Belial is a perfect counterbalance of fire and earth for my imbalance.
I began watching Battlestar Galactica this night by watching the entire four hour miniseries... tired but I was surprised by how good it was.
6
Same offered to take us out for lunch, which was a great offer which Rose and I accepted being we are pretty damn broke. Rose was writing, and I was reading before she began playing her game which is relaxing and reminiscent. We went to a nearby town for a big lunch of Korean BBQ. The price was a bit more than he could chew, so I threw in a twenty being me mum had given me a lot of disposable cash which I am hoping a job will cover soon enough. We then drove to a nice Pagan/New Age/Dungeons and Dragons shop... yea D&D stuff, but good incense and a good selection of books and candles... albeit expensive. I got some frankincense and dragon's blood incense and four small black candles for a quarter a pop. We then walked to a close by thrift store where I fought a battle to buy these brand new shoes which were my size. I lost the battle and spent the 18 dollars on the 120 dollars Nike size 17 shoes.
They fit nicely but still need to be broken in, and I need to remember how to walk in ankle supported shoes which is a new sensation being after the ankle break I wore nothing but dress shoes.
I made the sigil of Belial this night, using the manuscript version then the Dukante on the back. This ritual on the fifth day, I'll need to ink that sigil and Paimons.
7
Dreamed of Belial this morning. The dream was so damn powerful it startled me enough to search around the house in the wee-hours of the AM. I saw a figure in a darkly lit Egyptian Temple. His head was that of a skull of a long snouted mammal like a horse, donkey, deer, elk... ect. His chest was bare and golden tanned, and muscular. His hands had claw points to the nails and were covered in a soft hair to the elbows. His lower body was covered by a linen cloth in the way of a skirt, of pure white and a cord tie of gold. He was performing a ritual and he pointed at me with his clawed hand and I felt a sharp pierce which awoke me. As I awoke abruptly, the background changed to that of my room, but he was still standing in front of me. I couldn't move, and I felt pinned down as he then moved his arms in a circular motion holding an invisible orb in his palms and then did a short bow and my vision turned a blinding white before I had control of my body. Intense... amazing... and it scared the life out of me for obvious reasons.
I couldn't wake up in the morning, even after the time was 1PM. I took a quick shower and joined Rose with her trip to work in hopes I could finish up my write-ups which I did. The entire day I was half awake fighting slumber with caffeine.
After an hour at the house doing some general cleaning, we were off to Beechwood House, which is the place where most social gatherings occur. It was a part to say goodbye to Sam, and to eat, drink and be merry. There were movies, people to discuss academia with and sangria. We were there for a while, and when the party had begin to end, it was easily apparent. I was still feeling the slightly sluggish effects of alcohol, so I made sure to keep myself hydrated. I tried to do something to Belial, but I was exhausted.
8
Spent the majority of this day sleeping, trying to recuperate from the discomfort I was in. I had dreams of people's negligence causing death, and dreams of people not able to control their cars, which made me feel helpless.
I didn't exactly do nothing though, apart of making breakfast and dinner, I did a lot of reading through the new DB books I acquired. I found myself stuck on the alchemy chapter, quite addicting...
9
This day I spent the bulk of it writing up the ritual for Belial while waiting for a doctor appointment in Starbucks. I used rites from the Greek Magical Papyri, Daemonolatry Goetia, a standard invocation, and a pillar ritual from Daemonolator's Guide to Demonic Magic.
For the ritual's prep, I set up a pillar ritual for the charging of the sigil, and I prepared a beeswax candle, which I carved the name Belial into, and the Dukante sigils on the bottom of each of the tea lights for the pillar ritual respectively. I anointed each candle with blood and kept some for the ink I was going to make with oil and ash. I also burned olibanum and dragon's blood incense. With the altar set, I did an energy meditation to purge unwanted thoughts from the room and myself before taking a purification shower.
After being cleansed by water, I entered the ritual space and lit a candle for light. I began the night's rites and rituals with an invocation to the seven planetary spheres via the seven Greek vowels which is found in the book Hermetic Magic. I then invoked the Four Great Kings of the Goetia as per the Daemonolatry Goetia, and then called upon Lucifer for general assistance within the rituals. I sat at the altar and felt the atmosphere, almost crackling with the energy. I said the conjurations to Belial which are in the D.G. I said each conjuration three times, while lighting the beeswax candle the first time after the first enn.
I gazed into the skrying mirror and asked for his appearance or a sign, but I could see nothing different. I wasn't deterred by that though, as these Goetic rituals aren't about seeing the spirits, but rather giving my thanks. I inked the sigil of Belial by combining my blood, some oil and some ash and placed it in the middle of the circle of candles which were still unlit. I lit each one with the candle of Belial and performed the pillar ritual as described in Demonolator's Guide to Demonic Magic and left it there as I continued with my ritual. I burned more incense for Belial, thanked him and did a meditation before closing the ritual.
I left the pillar ritual continue and let the candle anointed to Belial burn and welcomed the mundane air outside of my room as I walked out. After the ritual, I found myself famished... that often happens when I perform longer more elaborate rituals.
When I came to bed at 2:00AM of the next day, I found that my tealight candles were still burning, but my 11 inch taper candle which I burnt as an offering and as a connection was nothing left but cold wax on the candle holder.
*An idea which occurred while working with Belial*
For those who read this project and would like to get a little more out of it or help fund me with supplies, I am going to set up a donate button. You do not have to donate, and if you do, you may remain anonymous, but for those who donate a minimum of ten dollars, I can craft a clay seal of any sigil or talisman you would like and send it without a problem. I also have a simple book idea in the works, but that isn't in stone.

EDIT** Removed donation button. It was broken, and not thought out.
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Paimon
goetiaproject
Under Ziminiar
Direction; North
Water Elemental
Rank, King
Planetary Alignment, Sun
Incense, Frankincense
Metal, Gold
9th spirit within the Goetia
Paimon

31
Paimon, a water elemental King who rides on a camel. He is a spirit I've seen a lot of, and a spirit which has been always one I've wanted to work with. His name could be a variation of Amaymon and a few dozen others, but I like to feel out the spirit before saying “Ah ha! He is BLANK from BLANK!”
For the first day of Paimon, my family came down from New Jersey. This trip was supposed to happen a while ago, but I wasn't complaining. It was nice to have my family visit. I cleaned a bit and worked on a dinner I was making the day before. They left in the afternoon and arrived very late in the afternoon. I showed me mum around the apartment while my siblings were overjoyed to have the internet again. They slept in the living room after having some of the food I made, which they all enjoyed which was odd for Tony, my little brother as he is a very picky eater. It was a happy time with those three people I left in NJ... oh yea and they brought me things I had left behind along with my kitty... KITTY!
1
I showed them around the town I now live in and we went to Franklins. A server remembered me which is good and kind of bad on the wallet. We then went to DC through the Metro which I had just gotten a hang of. It was funny to see how alien it was to them, as it must have been for me just a short time ago. We went to DC and walked around the Natural History Museum. My sister's leg along with mine was killing us as the time we spent within the Museum was five hours. When we got home, we went out once again for dinner. While we slept me mum moved some new furniture we found on the corner of the parking lot of the apartment, cleaned up a bit (mostly after the kids) and passed out outside.
2
I took my family around the town again, but sadly most stores were closed on Mondays. It was a nice stroll around nice neighborhoods and towns though. We got back a few minutes before Rose came home and got ready to go to see Star Trek at the Crystal Plaza, a normal Monday night activity. This was a bit of a disaster as my siblings became quickly bored and turned on each other while me mum tried to play referee. The drive back was without event but before we left, we all took pictures to remember the days.
When we came back home, I tried to do a meditation to Paimon, but my family is known for keeping electronics on while they sleep, especially T.V.'s which bothers the hell out of me. Me mum also cleaned out the refrigerator as she bought some food for the kids to snack on and she could smell something was going bad.
3
On this day, we all stayed home in attempts to give my and my sister's bad leg a day off and write the write-ups which were much needed. I had been accepted into the old forum, and my moniker still held my old posts which was amazing to read and backlog my prior knowledge... I think I don't have access to a large chunk of the forum still though, as my post count has to be either 15, 20 or 25 before I am able to go into that.
I spent most of the day writing, reading and then I got a package. It was Daemonolatry Goetia and Daemonolator's Guide to Demonic Magick. That was quite serendipitous to get the books and get into the forum on the same day.
On the home front, my family's stay was affecting Rose in a big way. She took many of the things me mum was doing as an attack which I was able to see after she explained it to me. I got me mum to agree to rent a hotel room for a night the next day, but being the mediator between two strong willed women took a heavy toll on me. My ulcer opened back up and I was doubled over in pain... I tried my best to pass message to each one, trying to cushion each other's words and sentiment and probably failing.
The feeling of her home being invaded by people so different from her was too much like that of the past and I saw a side of her which she had only told me about, but I held her close and waited for it to be over, while being as supportive as I could.
4
Me mum had packed up much of their things and the things I had left for them, and had put a package of extra foodstuffs in the lobby for anyhow to take if they needed it. We all left early to go visit my great grandfather who was in Maryland. The drive down was easy, but when we were close and stopped by a place to eat, we called the house and got a rude message from his wife telling us he wasn't home, so we drove around a while, and I picked up more clay which I needed, and we just drove by the house and he answered the door, claiming he was there the entire time.
My great-grandfather, a man in his mid-eighties had told us that someone else in his family which would have been my great-great-great-uncle had just passed on a few days ago. We stayed and talked and had a great reunion with a man who hadn't seen me since I was five.
When me mum dropped me back home, I ran up and grabbed a few things they forgot and brought them down, and Rose gave me mum a hug which was really nice and meaningful. I saw Sam in the house, Rose had just dyed the tips of his hair purple, and it was very... bright. When he left, I tried making the sigil of Paimon but kept screwing up. I lit a candle to him... and since these days crossed into the project I will do a day of devotion like that of Focalor at the end of the project.
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Beleth
goetiaproject
Under Corson
Direction; West
Earth Elemental
Rank, King
Planetary Alignment, Sun
Incense, Frankincense
Metal, Gold
13th spirit within the Goetia
Beleth

26
Beleth, his sigil is intimidating to do in clay and I was afraid of doing that. The book describes him as a spirit who you need to take proper precaution against, rings for his breath, hazel wand to command him and such. He is accompanied by two other Kings, who are without sigils unless they are in Ars Theurgia Goetia and I missed them.
The first day of Beleth came with an email for my first battery of tests for the job I was attempted to get. I did them all but didn’t score as high as I wished. That took around three hours as well, and I had to use my virtual machine program, which means I need a fulltime Windows computer or at least a dual boot which is a pain in the arse. I studied the sigil of Beleth and came to the conclusion, I would have to write my write-ups as soon as possible and I had a nagging want to contact Adrianna of the old OFS. I tried to write up my words to exactly pinpoint the message, but I kept finding myself unable to write what I needed to.
27
On this day, I received a call from the job center and they said I passed and said I was all set to go, but mentioned a Vocational Rehabilitation counselor, who would assist me in getting supplies and things as they are federally funded, and we agreed to keep my account on hold and I’d call back when I had gotten one. This lead to me calling one and them telling me they’d get back to me in a short time and tell me of what they could offer me at this point in time.
Other than the mundane life, I made the sigil to Beleth, in a slow meditative way which took two hours, but only one attempt. I used the sigil from the manuscript and carefully tattooed the sigil into the clay. Each curve and bend was perfect and when I was done I was amazed at the feeling I got from it. I decided to bake it the next day.
28
When morning came a dream faded from my mind, something important maybe, I don't know really. I baked the sigil of Beleth and it came out without a problem. With the sigil in hand I did a meditation and my urge to contact my old forum was strong. I really don't feel understood with this working around Chaotes or Ceremonialists, and while they are good people, their beliefs and mine simply do not click. Demonolatry is what I really enjoy and their rites and rituals are without the need for modification which is so damn refreshing. Having a group with traditional values, with family ties and grimoires from the burning ages, and a group with people that are like minded is very much rare. A good deal of Satanic communities commit blasphemy for blasphemy's sake, and I find it so useless... and then there are groups which if the name of any Daemon comes up, they run and hide thinking the mere utterance of typing of Lucifer or Leviathan could cause their karmic auras to go downhill into “darkness.”
This day I worked on writing and reading. I was close to finishing Greek Qabalah and had ordered a few new Demonolatry books.
29
On the 29th, I finished my email, but had a fear of thinking I was exiled for a reason I don't really understand. I did a meditation on Beleth once again, but this time with his sigil in hand, I felt very light and felt as if I was floating. The feelings were overall like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
I got my supplies ready for the ritual to Beleth the next day, and my money problems were still bothersome as a check had been cashed and my amount was in single digits.
30
Early in the AM, I sent my email to Adrianna and felt good about the response to come. Either way, it would have been closure. The response I did get though, I found later in the day, was that the person who removed me and many others was himself removed and I was welcome to send my information to the new admin, as a new group had taken over the duties leaving her able to concentrate on her real life and publishing.
I sent an email to the new admin and went about my day which was rather mundane, until that is for my ritual time. Rituals are never mundane!
For this ritual I lit many tea light candles and a beeswax taper candle and set up the altar with the sigil of Beleth placed upside down to gaze it it through the crystal ball, as it was flanked by five candles in a pentagram formation. I opened it with the four Great Kings and the four elemental Daemons. I began to skry Beleth and I saw a great many things. The first thing I saw was a spinning top with flames dancing around it. In the center most was an odd pillar which was mirrored on the bottom, and the farther the flames got, which resembled people, the more they became deformed and animalistic. It spun faster and faster and their dance caused the actual flames in the tea light candles to get equally as erratic. Then it stopped and the vision turned black. There a second image formed, and it was of a cartoonish like skull on a Kite shield,with a large concave part at the top. The whole image reminded me of a Veve and a native African wooden battle shield. The third thing I was was a bald man with either a large and full long beard or a gray pair of insect like incisors. His face was worn and dark, but his eyes shined like stars, almost blinding. On his head were seven pillars of light, forming a phantasmal crown, and below his head was the image of a butterfly in his neck or his thyroid gland, glowing. I thanked them very much for such an appearance, and of course for entering my life for that short time and closed the ritual
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Baal
goetiaproject
Under Goap
Direction; South
Fire Elemental
Rank, King
Planetary Alignment, Sun
Incense, Frankincense
Metal, Gold
1st spirit within the Goetia
Baal

21
Baal, he is the first spirit of the Goetia, a King and makes a man invisible. He also appears as a cat, a toad and/or a man, and the images people have drawn for him are comical. I can’t think of a true use for being invisible except in “The Men Who Stare at Goats” way in which invisibility is less being invisible, but more being unseen by your enemy/opponent/mark, or being off the radar, like going 80MPH on a 55MPH highway and having a cop ignore you for the person next to you.
When morning came, I was greeted by a groan from my forgetfulness. We packed up our stuff in a quick fashion and ironically, we still didn’t have to pay to exit the park. Before leaving, I threw away my wax filled bowl, as I felt it was an appropriate time.
Arriving home, I saw our plants were watered but a bit questionable if they would survive. The pest control person did his job, found no bugs, and watered our plants, which was very nice of him. All of our stuff was on the floor and/or table and the place needed a good cleaning but lethargy caught up and the more polluted air and humidity sapped by strength.
22
I’ve been forgetting to mention it, but I have been fervently searching for a job most of this month. Disability is neither enough money to live on nor is it something I want to be on. I’ve been working through the ticket to work, which helps disabled people find jobs, but no agency seems to call back or really put much stock into it. The entire month, I’ve been checking the phone, calling and re-calling and trying my damnedest to get a foot in the door. Well it was today I felt I got a lucky break. I found an agency on a page I seem to have missed. It is telecommunication based, through governmental agencies and other call center based operations. I thought it was perfect, as I don’t have transportation, and I do have some pretty damn good computer know-how and have all the things needed for a job like that. I wrote up a resume and completed the online forms. If accepted, they’d send me to a secure website for a battery of tests, and I just tested my words per minute and scored 55 a minute, which is a hell of a lot higher than I thought it would be.
This day, not much happened besides cleaning up and straightening up a bit… but I did ask Bael to assist me in my job search/acquisition; perhaps to make my flaws invisible, or to make other applicants invisible.
23
I tried my luck at making the sigil of Baal/Bael, but I wanted to do the one from the Crowley-Mathers version and the original one, scrapping my work back and forth. It was bothersome, as each sigil has its allure and each has its different feel. The Crowley-Mather’s version has a uniform image, while the original has an infinity symbol along with other lines which become other lines and to me is a great image of cause and effect and momentum… which might be strange. The original sigil seems very earthy and the Crowley version is very fiery to me. I gave up on my sixth attempt to make it, but I did do a meditation to Baal which made me feel very defensive.
I tried to meet the energy in a face to face manner, but it was simply too much and I felt surrounded, and almost… drowning in it. When I forced it to stop, I felt very weak and felt like I got what I asked for, but what I asked for was not what I thought it would be. I kind of felt like I should apologize, so I lit an olibanum incense stick to Baal and went about my day.
24
I started this day by making both sigils of Baal, one on each side. They turned out very well, and looked great and the baking was perfect. When that was completed and I did a meditation on Baal, not trying to get a connection but to in reverence, it was a much better experience and as I came out of it, the smell of lavender and other sage like plants were in the air for a brief moment.
I went to the local bank as well to make sure my account wasn’t empty. The last day of the trip, my card was said to be completely empty, and in the car I added up recently purchases and it made sense, but the trip to the ATM showed a lot more money. I believe me mum secretly put in a hundred dollars in, as she knew I was pretty SOL money wise.
25
The ritual of Baal was a great one. I lit a beeswax candle which I anointed to him with a bit of blood and looked through a crystal ball at his sigil which was placed upside down to appear right side up in the visage. I felt slightly paranoid, as my ability to sense energy and spirits has become more fine-tuned with this project.
In the skrying mirror, he appeared as a short male figure, muscular but fatigued. His body moved sluggishly and his eyes appeared like that of a person who hadn’t slept in days. He moved from my vision and I closed my eyes and saw him again, within the dull reddish tint of my eyelids within the candle light. He turned to me and I was filled with insight that his energy was exactly what I needed, in the finding of a job. When I figured this out, his image changed into a shadowed figure and he seemed joyous that I was working with him, especially for the reason of getting a job to become independent.
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Marchosais
goetiaproject
Under Goap
Direction; South
Fire Elemental
Rank, Marquis
Planetary Alignment, Moon
Incense, Jasmine
Metal, Silver
35th spirit within the Goetia
Marchosais

16
Marchosais, a Marquis whose very name could mean Marquis in Latin. Said to appear like that of a winged wolf, he is of the lunar element and gives many answers and is of a strong character. I’ve always glanced over this spirit without much more than a second to skim over the sigil as usually the descriptions are based in the Abrahamic Ceremonialism. The sigil I chose to work with was the one from the original manuscript.
As I welcomed his presence into my life for these five coming days, I felt a relaxation from the last spirit and a great motherly like energy which was very comforting. As my meditations I do for this entering my days came to a close, I heard a faint whisper… but it was unintelligible.
17
Rose and I planned on going to the forest on the 18th so we were purchasing supplies this and the day before. We had gotten food, water bottles, tents and various misc. and had packed up the bulk of our things for the trip. She made trail mix and packed a good deal of our stuff since it had been years since I had camped last.
I took out a piece of clay and began making the sigil of Marchosais. It was simple and came without a problem, but I decided to bake it the next day.
18
With the coming of our trip, Rose left for work before her three days off and I made my sigil and made sure my things were in order… as well as making sure our shelves were bare before we left. There was an incest inspection and spray in our apartment on a day we would not be there. Before departing, Rose wrote a little note nicely asking for the pest control person to water our plants as to have them not die from lack of having a friend about to care for them.
We left rather late, but the time before the trip was well spent. The actual drive was over three hours and when we arrived it was rather dark out and we were pretty much pooped.
We opted to not set up the tents and sleep under the stars. We did, though, had to scoot a bunny out of our sleeping area as we put down our tarp and blankets to cushion the hard ground. Sleeping under the canopy of stars reminded me of the Egyptian belief that the stars were made from the sun passing under the earth making pin points of light from holes under the plate of ground. Night came with icy cold winds at our elevation of around 2500 feet above sea level.
19
When morning came, we noticed we were in the wrong camping spot, but the right place was a nice little hidden cove of wild raspberry bushes, with bumblebees buzzing along and also gnats with a taste for me. We decided to test my walking ability after purchasing two hiking guides, and we chose a not so short rocky incline path flanked by beautiful scenery of wild flowers, and a cliff right to the left of the path which made the feeling of falling fatal. The actual walk was pretty nice, as I first tried to keep up with Rose, but then later took my time and enjoyed the stroll having her stop at forks in the path. The views were beyond words and the butterflies of blues and yellows fled from our steps while the bees didn’t care much at our presence. The entire trip was actually a good way to get over my fear of getting stung by them as I was around bees the whole time and not one attacked me.
It took some time before my lungs could get used to the high mountain air and I felt like I was struggling for a while. When we came to the peak of our first trail, we both stopped to look at the view, eat, drink and in my case read while Rose wrote. After I got through a chapter of “The Greek Qabalah” I moved on to making a sigil from the loose gravel on the ground. I slowly and methodically moved the debris out of the way and crafted Marchosais’s sigil. It took at least fifteen minutes, and it was very meditative… and when I was done, I began on the path while Rose finished up writing.
The walk back was easier, especially since it was mostly downhill. The rocks which gave me the greatest difficulty were actually very easy to climb down. I think it was a combination of my body getting used to the air and my ankle feeling better from the resting.
When we made it back to the car, we drove to another trail, this one with a waterfall. This trail was much more flat and felt a lot safer for me. We walked along a river about a quarter mile in and it appeared to get smaller and smaller, before turning into small waterfalls. When we approached a rocky hill, Rose went without me, but I then said “fuck it” and went along with her. The rocks gave way to a rather steep descent to a large pool. It took a minute or so for me to get down but when I did we were met by a group of youth who ran down the mountain and jumped into the pool without much forethought. The adult who watched these kids remarked in a condescending way how it was a miracle and he gave me a lot of credit for coming all this way while being disabled… but I hear it more than not so I cared little.
The water was ice cold and felt great on my ankle and the water cooling down my body was just fantastic. Not before long others showed up and we felt rather alienated and exposed, wanting to have the pool to ourselves. The walk back came with rain as Rose went on ahead and I felt very lost as she ran ahead to get water which I wasn’t aware of. I walked in rhythm with the Enn of Lucifer, as if a soldier among soldiers saying some asinine sing-song to keep the mind not focused on a short five mile trudge. My rhythm was twenty beats spoken both exhaling and inhaling. Each beat is broken by an underscore; Tasa_Uber_aca_Bi_asa_Icar(two beats without words)Luci-fer (two beats without words)Luci-fer (two beats without words) Luci-fer (two beats without words) – repeat. This helped greatly and I was even able to go at a great pace and pass Rose, but as soon as she was on par with me, I became self-conscious of doing this enn and thinking about it and trying not to actually sing it slowed me down and made me notice I needed to stop, breathe, and drink. I didn’t know if I was embarrassed or I stumbled on something secret and the addition of any other person in audio range of this would make me feel… naked.
When I was met by Rose with fresh water and a nice encouragement that the car was just a few yards away I found new vigor and was very happy to down some much needed water, since my water bottle was empty. At the car, we changed out of our wet clothes since we didn’t much have the chance before and we drove back to our camp site.
We changed into dry clothes and relaxed a bit before my hunger made itself known. We ate a good deal of fruit and beef jerky… but my stomach was craving meat, cheese and bread and we didn’t have the supplies to cover that. I felt really taken down a notch that I couldn’t go a night without food like that, but I guess those two long walks made my body burn more than it had.
Exiting and re-entering the camp grounds was funny, there was a toll to get in and out and we kept serendipitously missing the toll as there were signs “Pay as you exit,” and another I can’t remember the wording but made it seem exiting would come with a fee as you entered. With food in my belly I slept like a baby, in the tent Rose set up and I did a short prayer to Marchosais thanking him for his time.
I had gotten a large second degree sunburn on my bare right shoulder and a small one on my left shoulder about at the top of my tattoo. I used a topical lotion in attempted at restoring the dehydrated tissue, and it will be a good damn reminder that I should use sunscreen (in my defense, the dip in the waterfall pool would have washed it away anyhow).
20
Rose left the camp site early and went on a long secluded trail, while I stayed at and around the camp site, picking handfuls of raspberries, apples, blackberries, and other berries which were sweet. I walked around far enough to lose my bearings, but there were dozens of water fountains spotted through the camp sites and bathrooms so I wasn’t so worried.
When I reached the campsite, I my appetite which was held over with berries and unripe apples was now able to be answered. Rose and I had made our lunches, and I was going to eat it on my trail I picked the other day, but I had the urge to munch so I did. Ironically as I opened a banana her car pulled up.
As we drove up to the spot, we saw a lot of three-wheeled motorcycles and I just seeing them thought how perfect they would be for me to drive, being my bad leg wouldn’t be a problem. When we came to the spot, Rose took her book and I finished up a good deal of my lunch before I actually went on my trail. The pamphlet made it sound much nicer than it was. Being as the area was filled with the easiest trails, this one had a lot of man-made litter, power lines overhead, a highway close enough to hear vehicles and smell them and general graffiti. The trail bothered me, but I kept on going assuming it would get better. It did, to an extent. The park had planted innumerous wild flowers along the path, and flying insects were pollinating them. My first glance was caught by a wall, literally a wall, of monarch butterflies as I disturbed them and then there were bees of all kinds and many nests which bothered me a bit with my natural fear. The air was scented with honey and pollen and I walked as fast as I could while the bees became more aggressive the farther I went in. When it ended, I found myself at the main road… to walk back parallel to the road back to where I came.
I followed the path as directed by my guide book until I felt I had walked too far, and a bit more took me to an Austrian man with his daughter who told me the place I wanted to go was about two miles in the other direction. The sky was cloudy and my leg was killing me but I played it off like I was happy about the short walk back. He also met me on his way back after filling his canteen to tell me it was only one more mile. If he didn’t appear, I would have probably kept on going the wrong way until I was pretty screwed and outside of cellphone coverage. A tarot card one card draw later in the card pulled out was the Six of Swords which resembled that very moment.
Upon arriving back, I found Rose and fell to the ground in pain and exhaustion. My simple and easy hike turned into a longer hike that the prior day combined (which was about four miles). When I hydrated some more and calmed down, we went into the Park store/station, and went out through the back and watched the meadow I was going to walk through… but then we saw a storm cloud. Being so high up has the awe-inspiring view of being able to see low nimbus clouds as the form and go and watching rain storms actually sweep across the land. The rain came like a phantasmal hand crawling and behind it was the body it was dragging. The rain hit hard and it was such a beautiful sight… something I’ve seen hundreds of times but never so high and close.
We drove a bit and came to a restaurant which was part of the park which had a resort feel. The food was better than expected, albeit expensive, and the drinks were really good. And our waiter’s wide toothy grin which didn’t seem to move as he talked and odd ethnicity still puzzles me. When we came back to the camp site, it was late and I had to set up my ritual. I took my burning bowl filled with wax and used that as a bonfire with some bad incense sticks to keep it burning and added grass, thorn apples, and raspberries. The ritual was not what I expected and I felt I couldn’t perform a full blown out rite being we were outside, people were sleeping, and I was dead tired and in pain.
When the ritual was coming to a close, the bonfire of wax was burning erratically, but I only burned it because of the sand and ashes in the charcoal pit which I had to use to extinguish the flames. A strong wind came and knocked down a lot of my tea light candles and a lantern which splashed the wax on its face. I didn’t ink the sigil, but I did smear burnt berries on it during the highest point and I also felt his energy… but I was feeling it the entire time and these are simply thanksgiving type rituals, nothing needs to be done, shown or proven.
That night heavy rains came in and I forgot to put away the matches…

Leraje
goetiaproject
Under Goap
Direction; South
Fire Elemental
Rank, Marquis
Planetary Alignment, Moon
Incense, Jasmine
Metal, Silver
14th spirit within the Goetia
Leraje

11
Leraje, a Marquis, a bowman clad in green, causing great battles and disputes, whose arrows can cause gangrenous infection. His image can stir up the image of book, movie and video game characters, and his sigil is hard to not remark at its likeness to a bow with an arrow at pull. He also reminds me of a friend who hopes to compete in the next Summer Olympics for archery.
This day was rather mundane. I cooked a lot and caught up with old acquaintances and attempted my hand at the Ticket to Work program. I tried a few places without luck though. Later in the day, Nick, a good friend of Rose came down, as he had before and was going to stay for a little bit. We talked, laughed, and watched Rose play a video game… fun was had.
12
Nick had left early for his appointment, as it was the main reason for coming down. I did the usual household chores. When all was done, I began work on the sigil of Leraje but had problems. It is a bit of a pain sometimes, but other times it leads me into working with the spirit for a better knowledge of them. Meditations have become a daily process for each spirit, sometimes they are insightful, sometimes they are for selfish reasons, and sometimes it is boredom which triggers the time. Either way, I find myself looking deep into the eyes of them and sometimes lose the barrier between myself and the spirit.
After my meditation, I went to work cleaning and such. I attempted to do some write-ups but my lethargy caught the best of me. I was in a fair amount of pain and had been the last few days, especially since the fourth. A fireworks display and a day without my back being supported led to a lot of pain and spasms in my lower and middle back.  I was taking painkillers meant for my leg on a daily basis just to walk around. Each day it got a little worse, but I don’t feel I was complaining all that much because it isn’t my style to project my suffering on others.
13
Rose got me two ounces of eyebright this day! When I had a migraine, she made me a cup of it as a honey sweetened tea. It tasted of an herbal grass, but the true greatness was when I used the teabag on my eyelid. It relaxed the eye and the pain dulled itself. I couldn’t wait to try it frozen
Nick didn’t come back this day but a lot of his things were left as he was going to come back. He went to visit his girlfriend I do believe. For the remainder of the memorable bit of the day, Rose played her game and I watched. It is a fun little game and it is nice to watch her unwind. It actually has helped me play games myself. It is little things which really help you feel human.
14
On this day, I set aside my time to make the sigil of Leraje. I went slowly and patiently and low and behold it worked! The design was of the original manuscript. We watched movies and ate some of my leftover dinner from the first night of Leraje. Even though the pain in my back was very bothersome I feel these days were rewarded with simple pleasures. Foods, drinks, friends… a mundane side of life isn’t all for naught.
15
The ritual of Leraje is certainly one to mark down as one which happened with strange side-effects.  We had a guest over the house, which slept in the living room during my ritual, so I had to keep it rather quiet, not that I scream or anything. The ritual began as normal, a balancing circle of invocation was done and then while invoking Leraje, my body became very cold yet my core very hot and a tingle went up and down my spine. I was involved within this ritual and completely lost all sense of space and time. I was in a strange abstract place which I cannot describe adequately. I found myself… existing in another place, with things which only possessed bodies of light streaks on the infinitely expanding horizon. Colors had meaning I cannot recall and sound was a fluid motion. If Leraje was anything here, he was a pillar to the Eastern most tip of this place. I asked him to show me the extent of his abilities and I was struck by something which pushed me back into reality, and in reality, in my sane mind, I felt the earth shake. In the morning I learned it was an earthquake in Rockville, MD which isn’t very far, and it occurred at 5:04am of the 16th. I began this ritual at 11:34pm on the 15th. When I came out of whatever I was in I thanked him and closed the ritual before going to sleep in my bed. Also, a note, I believe the entire time of the episode, I was sitting with my back completely straight without support.
Tags:

Forneus
goetiaproject
Under Ziminiar
Direction; North
Water Elemental
Rank, Marquis
Planetary Alignment, Moon
Incense, Jasmine
Metal, Silver
30th spirit within the Goetia
Forneus

6
Forneus, is it the root of Furnace or the root of Fornicate? This I don’t know, but if you can stretch it for one, I could use that leeway to go the other. He is a Marquis who appears as a Sea-Monster and teaches rhetoric, languages, teaches them to have an honorable name/title and makes them loved by both friend and foe. He seems to be a politician’s best friend, and much female aspects. Anything which sailed or lived within the ocean was commonly referred in the feminine. Being as the Moon effects the tide, and the possible name coming from fornication, I felt a strong feminine force behind the sigil. I also loathe the Mathers-Crowley adaptation and I much prefer the original along with the version in the Illustrated Goetia. For me, the one I dislike appears to attempt to put a masculine energy to something which has little of. I do take it personal, which is odd, especially on such an early time to have a spirit influence me, but of the little time of a day, it already bothered me.
7
The sigil was very hard to make the way I wanted it to come out. I didn’t have a compass to make a perfect circle and in my frustration kept scrapping them halfway through. I had to quit my attempts and I did a meditation to Forneus. I was hoping to calm my nerves and tap into the current of her, but I just barely skimmed the top before I felt a bit of an epiphany. When that epiphany came, it was of the need to change. I took apart the altar I was using and set it up in a much more minimalist style. A scrying mirror, a crystal ball, a marble slab, and a candle holder suited for three candles, one filled with wax and incense sticks, one with gem stones, and one with an actual candle. In time I want to get a white altar cloth with a black one behind it, and keep with the theme on the marble slab which is a broken half of a checkers board. I love the image of black and white; it is hypnotic and relaxing and fools the mind when it is in motion.
To me it isn’t a dichotomy, of the abstract meanings from good to bad. They represent beginnings and ends; the Japanese associate white with death which seems very poetic from what we in the Western World associate white with. Black is that which is without the light spectrum, an opposite in a most true regard. It is that which the prey must be on watch, so our evolved brain still has fear of it, yet it is also freeing… The principle of the Black Flame, the color of the abyss, the mind when all is calm within its own trance, euphoria from being without logic, reason, hell, without thought at all; these are the embodiments of black. Each has flaws, each has strengths, and together either as gradient shades or as geometric perfection via a chess board, they give contrast…
8
On this day, Rose and I went about town through the Metro station which is slightly intimidating given my forgetfulness. One stop lead us back to a “Magical” store which was again closed. With an annoyance, we walked to a used book store but not before we entered a pissy balding man said a comment as to our relationship. I guess he had a lackluster existence so maybe we helped him lighten up one of his days before he got the courage to do the world the favor and commit suicide. The book store had a wealth of books, some looked quite rare, and others were out of place. I couldn’t find “The Importance of Being Earnest” which would complete my Oscar Wilde collection which Rose has all given me.
When the book buying came to a close, we checked back on the store to find it open. It was very hokey. Tupperware containers filled with incense, stones and gems were in cloudy glass jars, and the owner was reading a book in Spanish of herbs, the pages acid stained with time. We all got to talking and she made us feel like family which was an odd thing for people who had never known about this woman before. She told us of success stories and such before she asked about my walking with a cane. When I told her of my accident, she immediately went to grab something and told me to show her my ankle. It was strange and I did so with reservation. When she started rubbing the area of which pain radiates with an alcohol swab, I had a great muscle-memory fear of a needle coming and was becoming even more hesitant. Rather she put a patch on the area and told me if it doesn’t burn then the pain is being sucked away, but it is does burn to take it off because it will only burn if there really isn’t pain.
I took a few steps and noticed an odd feeling, the pain receptors in my ankle had ceased. The only pain was on the inside of my ankle but easily tolerable. With this miracle thing on my leg, of which I couldn’t shut up about, being I had forgotten what being without pain was like, we went back onto the Metro and came to another place before going home. It was an overpriced New Age store, with expensive stones and odd books about mixed and matched belief systems. I purchased a Tarot deck though, my only “real” one it seems. I have Tarot decks, but they are mostly for the artistic nature, so I got the “Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot” which has the great thing of not having half or more of the cards with a urine yellow background.
When I arrived to the apartment, the patch had fallen off and lost the stickiness. It was a real pain in the… ankle!
9
Sigil! Yes, the blasted sigil was completed! I had to take an image from scanning one of my books, then using the laptop’s screen as a light-sketch I drew it on a piece of paper then pressed the paper into the clay. This made a faint ink outline of the sigil to which I then tattooed in. It was a lot easier this way, but it lacks the freehand that most of my sigils have. Anyhow, without doing that I would have pulled out most of my hair before getting it right. I chose the image from the Illustrated Goetia; the perfect circles work better for me than that of the helix like shape.
When my sigil was baked and all was calm I called the Bruja lady up and told her of how the patch worked very well but had fallen off when I unrolled my sock. She was very happy about its working and told me to come in the next day for another one.
Other things I did this day included looking over my new Tarot deck which I kept looking at the Three of Cups and seeing the Three Graces and wondering if there were ever a reversed image based tarot would they be the three fates working with the fabric of life? That would be interesting, but my main focus is to see how the cards work and to possibly make a Tarot like deck of the Goetia spirits for divination, honoring and ritual representation.
10
I went back to the Bruja lady this day. Rose wrote me idiot-proof directions via the Metro and such and I finally got the hang of it. When I got to the stop and came to her store, even though she said she was going to be there, it was locked and closed. She makes her own hours, and besides the first time we saw her and a few people of the same community, I haven’t seen her with anyone else who runs the store. I walked around, and before I knew it, I realized I simply can’t walk around being as my ankle was so weak. Luckily, there were a lot of stores in the area, mostly “Ma and Pa” types. I had a homemade gelato and raspberry-blackberry lemonade at a close by little café with a refugee mural painting with various religious and spiritual quotes in all languages.
When I was done and walked back out onto the street, I was greeted by a man in a SUV who told me the woman would be back in about twenty minutes. That time passed rather slowly and a few more customers lined the street by the time she arrived. She dealt with them quickly and turned to me and I told her the patch had worked wonders. She agreed to give me another one, free of charge like last time. As she put the patch on, she used a lot of band-aids to keep it on, but dropped all the plastic backings to which I covertly pocketed the bigger one hoping for a brand name. When I was in working order, I bought some saffron incense and I was off back home. Sadly though, the time I was walking did too much damage and I decided that it isn’t feasible for me to keep coming back.
I wasn’t home for long before we went out again, this time to visit friends of Rose. We ate home-made pizza and talked about random topics, including Norse mythology and belief systems. Norse mythology… I know little of, but love learning of it outside of books.
Arriving home again, it was ritual time for me. I did a cleansing shower, went into my ritual area, and began. Calling the name of Forneus wasn’t strong enough for me, so I went onto his enn which vibrated well. The flame on the candle in front of me was erratic and high being how low the wick was. I breathed out deeply and went into a trance, feeling my breath carrying myself forward. When I came out of it, which seemed more dreamlike, I remember seeing a deep blue and almost feeling like I was being rocked, like on a boat. I thanked Forneus for his time and as I felt the ritual energy disperse, I feel I put too much of myself into it as I fell asleep very soon after reacting my bed.
Tags:

Vapula
goetiaproject
Under Amaymon
Direction; East
Air Elemental
Rank, Duke
Planetary Alignment, Venus
Incense, Sandalwood
Metal, Copper
60th spirit within the Goetia
Vapula

July 1st
Vapula, he is said to appear as a lion with the wings of a gryphon. These seem redundant since every gryphon I’ve seen has the body of a lion with the wings of an eagle or other raptor. The head always is beaked, as is most mythological beasts of this type. He makes men knowledgeable in science contained books, in philosophy and in handicrafts. He seems best to call for getting and keeping a job and in the most tested fields of study in which books as well as professors become obsolete by the end of the day. Being a Duke, his planetary influence in this sphere would be Venus. He also have the image of a heart within his sigil, which has been known to appear in some of the angels and spirits of Venus, as well as having wing like images on either side.
The first day of Vapula was an emotionally draining day. With a strong need to get out of the apartment, Rose and I took a drive to Frederick. The trip hit a nerve when our two very different cultures of living came to a head. When we came to the destination, we found ourselves troubled but also found over privileged teenagers attempting to act like hood-rats yet at the same time schmoozing with cops. As their echoes left the area of pointless vulgarities to the outdoor yoga class, I found something quite existential about teenagers acting immature and no one heeding their words. And as we pulled ourselves together and left the sight near the channel where schools of hatchling ducks followed their mother, we nursed the recent wounds with some Ben and Jerry’s.
After eating ice creaming before dinner, a childhood taboo, we wandered the streets, head shops, and a few clothing stores before out need to eat substantial food kicked in. We came to a popular and stylish café, which seemed to simply be a place where we could get a muffin and a cup of coffee or tea, but turned out to be a rather hipster’s restaurant. The food was very well made, simplistic yet with exotic flavors. It was also ironic; being the music playing in the café was some type of smooth jazz, mostly interludes while in the kitchen, the unmistakable lingering sounds of classic 80’s rock was playing. The food to price ratio was adequate and it was a perfect place at the time being.
2
When I came to be awake, I was greeted to a new day.  When I told Rose of this spirit and showed her the sigil, we both took the image of the heart as a mocking sign being of the relationship based torment which had occurred. The prior day’s problem mainly concerned my upbringing of using deadlines to their limit while she found this in bad taste. Other things included by limitations, but after reading my write-ups and thinking over some things, we patched up and kissed and made up.
I did a meditation on Vapula and felt on the edge of a cliff looking down into an abyss, both terrifying and having the thrill of jumping to see how far infinity stretches.
3
On this day, I made the sigil of Vapula. It took longer than normal for a sigil. The clay I use has its flaws, but mostly it has an annoying habit of layering and being too moist. It took three or four attempts before I was happy with it. The sigils I’ve been using are from the original manuscript and not the Mathers-Crowley 1904 version. I sometimes like the more modern adaptations, but mostly I stick to the original. When I do look for a more modern version, it is because the original just feels… gritty. It is hard to explain the way they feel. Each spirit I’ve worked with has different feelings per sigil variation, but nothing big enough for me to think it is an entirely different entity.  Each one shows a shade or degree of the being, and usually the older the sigil, the more pure the… essence of the so-to-speak bastardized spirit.
4
I found on a website a Gnostic coin which I attempted to decipher. It took a while but when I felt I had adequately answered the question, it seems the coin was a replica from a Christian group which was trying to make a coin based on a passage which spoke of a woman offering it and it being the wealthiest thing she could have offered because of its meaning.
It also helped me see myself in a new way. The study of the Hellenistic Greece, per and post Alexandria was actually being applicable to the study I found myself in. The books I’ve been burying myself in, it finally appears that point A and point C are joined by my syncretistic study.
On the mundane side, I went to Rose’s old boss’s new apartment in DC and we chatted and gabbed with her old co-worker and her girlfriend. The food was really good and fireworks amazing, gazing at them without glasses. Rose and I went back and forth trying to project ideas and having them appear in the fireworks, like divination. I’d say we were 50/50 most of the time. The night came to a close as Rose did her second or third tarot reading (she’s pretty damn good at it too!) and we got a ride back from her old co-worker but not before getting chummy in the apartment.
5
The ritual of Vapula went off without a hitch. I began within my little make-shift altar room and proceeded with a ritual bath. Stepping out of it, I felt energy, perhaps even my own which becomes apparent when the senses are refreshed and focused on it. The electricity crackled in the air and I saw sparks and points of light. With the ritual, I lit a beeswax candle and two sticks of frankincense, along with one of sandalwood. The ritual was simplistic, but was also respectful. I’ve gone through much these five days, mostly of that which is of private matters, and this ritual helped me put a perspective check. Often if I associate too much of my personal life on the working, I am reminded of Buer. I had a grudge against him, but it was my own idiocy and short sighted frustration. The ritual of Vapula gave me the image of a bird, with just a meditative scrying of my eyes. It took flight from a saltwater marsh and went into the horizon. When the horizon bled into the colors of dusk turning to night, the line was replaced by the opening of my eyes.
Tags:

Ammon
goetiaproject
Under Ziminiar
Direction; North
Water Elemental
Rank, Marquis
Planetary Alignment, Moon
Incense, Jasmine
Metal, Silver
7th spirit within the Goetia

26
I awoke to a massive headache at 9:30AM. Tried usual remedies but they all failed. Ice is really the only thing which works so I took an ice cold shower. The feeling between the heat of the pain and the numbing coldness is of such a shock I sometimes feel like I may just pass out. When the migraine was gone, I began my cleaning for the house warming party scheduled to happen. When I do a task, I do it slowly; like a laser, once my focus is split I become rather ineffective. I was cleaning to the extent like Ebola was found in the building, while just being rather drained.

Our actual party consisted of two additional people. It was a bit off-putting but the show must go on. We were pretty good hosts I believe, and I was ecstatic to have my first moment of “buzzed” off of sangria. It was fun to watch my body react slower, to have my mind a bit muddled, and to just be able to go through it while noting all the changes.

I had an odd dream this night. I dreamt of being held up in a room at a strange place. The owners were Dracula-esque. The man spoke slowly and as if his he had a foreign accent from a dead romance language. He wore a very worn suit and I had a psychic ability to see what he was thinking. His thoughts were of vivisecting us, killing us slowly, flaying of skin, us on chains, with our viscera hanging out. His shadows also stretched and seemed to attack me when I wasn't looking. His wife was an odd woman. She was very tall and abnormally thin. Her garments seemed to only be so nice because she was of such small size she didn't need to use so much of the materials. Her face was strange, almost flat to her skull and from the corner of my eye, it moved and creeped up her face. When I would catch this she'd play it off as a yawn. My party of guests were dying off slowly, but the house guests acted as if I was a relative. I awoke with an odd feeling of belonging with the murderers.

27th
I had another day of being drained and rather sleepy. Our overnight guest, Sam, had left an hour after he awoke and I was left to do some simple chores. He wrote a list of good restaurants and I was very much interested in going to them. We made a decision on an Indian one. We drove up and saw the area and a few stores which we will have to go back and see another time. The food at the restaurant was quite good. It was some of the best Indian food I've had in a while. We stopped by and visited Sam at his parent's house and after an hour or so there we went home.

I noticed something this day, but that was after my migraine. It was pretty bad, but more like a 5 or 6 on my typical scale. During the pain, the use of ice helped me reach a transcendental like state. All I knew is that I was. I am, I exist, and that's it. I am like a stick figure, simply the constructed being, at its most basic core. I felt so far past reality, like I was in a state of gnosis. Trance through pain... I felt as if the thoughts I was having, if I could have them without pain I'd be some holy man in the past...

This night I had another dream. In this one, the sky looked like someone had dumped India Ink into an infinitely expanding bowl of water. The ink billowed and clouded, curled and twisted, turned greenish as it deluded and when it was a gray mist in the sky, tornadoes began to form making red and black swirling tunnels. People around me were terrified and dying, but I was just sitting down in a field, during some party just watching this.

28
I didn't sleep much, the dream came in about the short naps I had. I was nauseous and my stomach felt horrific. I was a mess by morning to which I slept in a bit. In the morning I was fraught with another pain in the eye. I also had an impulse to move my room around which I did at later in the day. I began flipping through the book I won in the contest on thefoolspeaks.com . The package came in on the day I made the kielbasa in the beer sauce. I was just looking through a few books passing time ever-so-slowly.

Rose went out and got us a quick dinner which, I was craving, and then we watched Sherlock Holmes. It was a bit disappointing for me, but I found it funny I was able to decode the “secret” occultish things.

When the movie was finished I began talking about this realization or feeling. I feel that I am changing, a change which I felt months ago... well that wasn't the catalyst to this. The realization of my migraines as being actually... useful. I discovered gnosis through pain and for once I know how to get there instead of it randomly happening. I've made conscious decisions as well, where I have my room set up... I need it to change drastically to make room for a real ritual space. I also noted that my altar material no longer suited me in this new... well whatever I've become or done, I need change. I feel I've come across the cusp of my initiatory self, the adept under the mundane. I don't know how to express it, but I am not the me from the start of this project, for the better or worse, your guess is as good as mine.

So... I destroyed my room and dragged all my clothes and things things outside the room for space. By using my headboard as a room divider, I am making two rooms, and happily our building is set up, windows facing dead south, so directional things will actually be true and not assumed.

I had a dream about new and strange technology, mainly an entertainment system which encompasses an entire room with retracting seats. Movies are set on a stage in true hologram like 3D and games were projected on the entire room. I played a game for less than ten minutes unable to get a hang of the controls, basically walking in a circle while a zombie like creature shambled slowly towards me. The movies were also sub-par, more like directors trying the water on this new type of possibility. Explosions and such were the bread and butter but the images were not great.

29
In the morning I have some reservations about my room. The day kind of became heavy on my shoulders and just wanted to sleep. I was still tired, but my stomach ache had calmed down. When I began my room cleaning and rearranging, I heard a few knocks and a loud thump. It was the journal I ordered from vulnera, and it was a relief of mind to have it arrive. I don't exactly know what I am to do with it, but Rose did tell me of a journal she kept for nine years before using.

We walked around town, which wasn't the best day for me to be walking, but I did see a bit more of the town that was within walking distance. I felt a weight slowly pulling on me most of the day and by dinner I kind of showed it all without the ability to stop. Dinner was an interesting combination of bad choices on my part.

I think we both hit a bit of a low point on this day, which to make matters more complex, was our six month anniversary.

30
On the last day of Ammon, I went to work with Rose, if only to get away from the allure of internet and things of the like. I had and recorded a migraine I had from 11:15:03 AM to 12:11:36 PM. It was at a low point when Rose saw me and got me a cup of ice. I felt weird just asking for it, so I was okay to go without, but it did help numb the heat. I think that in that stage, of the pain yet while it is numbed, I can react that trance like state. Sadly, going into it whenever I am in pain is not an option.

I finished the bulk of my writeup on this day and after her shift was over, we went food shopping. It was hard for me to do being with my leg in pain but we managed. At home, after a long nap, I made a very simple chicken dish. When done, I got to work on my sigil to Ammon... very late sadly, and took a ritual cleansing shower. When I got out, the sigil was done and I got into the ritual room and begin to set it up.

With the altar facing north, I began calling Amaymon, Zimimay, Corson, and Goap. With a simple altar set, with two candles, and a black mirror, and a blank piece of paper I did my working. Ammon, I've come to take as “He who is hidden” from the Egyptian meaning of the name. His image came, only reluctantly. I saw many things, one was like a praying mantis like skull while another was a few lines intersecting, while another one I drew not understanding looked like the image of an Aztec God within their artwork. I thanked him and the others and closed the ritual. It lasted an hour and a half as the clock said, and I went to bed having dreams of a rather boring nature, except for the fact I punched an annoying rich woman.
Tags:

Gamigin
goetiaproject
Gamigin

Under Ziminiar
Direction; North
Water Elemental
Rank, Marquis
Planetary Alignment, Moon
Incense, Jasmine
Metal, Silver
4th spirit within the Goetia

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On the first day of Gamigin, my true love gave to me... or not. I felt very drained when I awoke and shambled around the apartment, doing simple chores and the like before I got dressed enough to go out. I still had not done my change of address form, so I went to the post office which was down the street and picked up that. I also wandered down town for a bit. When I got home, I felt pretty bad so I laid down from the onset migraine coming on late from the shower I took before I left. When Rose came home, she saw me half awake and took a nap next to me which I then slept a bit longer. When I awoke, the tomato plant looked... bad. It was curled and a faded green color and its limbs were no longer strong. When I told Rose about it, being as she has a green thumb, she watered them and was crying and laid in the puddle. To her, she took the empathetic feel as the plant didn't look savable. Happily, it absorbed the water and went back to its former glory.

Other than plant mishaps... Gamigin or Samigina is a Marquis. They are among my favored rank, as my encounters with them have always been illuminating and calming along with being most of them are shown as birds, I see or notice a larger amount of avians. This isn't very scientific mind you, just I notice birds more often while on the Marquee. His sigil didn't really make me think of anything, but his ability to give the names of those who have drown or died in sin seem odd. Why are these two linked? I could make some links but I'd rather just experience Gamigin first hand.

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I began my reading of Hermetic Magic once again from the beginning, but slowly I am absorbing the material. I used to be able to read at about sixty to eighty pages an hour, but this book is too thick with information to do that. I find myself writing things down and making a list of books to read for clarification purposes. I made it to theory before I heard a rap-tap-tapping upon my door. It was the Verizon man (nevermore). He told me the problem with the phone and internet which was at about a dialup crawl was because the last tech left more wire in that hole than there was dry wall. He was nice enough about it and reassured me in his calming southern accent that there would be no charge for the visit and that if I called Verizon, they'd be able to give me a credit for the twenty days I had without phone and slow internet service. When he left, I was amazed by the speed of the internet, downloading a few files at 785 kbs. I was also happy to see the Roku movie player now had the capability to play at the full four to five stars where applicable.

I was wondering when my packages would arrive. I ordered a journal from vulnera on occultcorpus.com and won a contest on thefoolspeaks.com, and was supposed to have my glasses come in weeks ago. I called the family and found out some news, mainly of little things, one concerning issue and just gabbing a tad bit.

To celebrate... um, well just to celebrate life, Rose and I went for drinks and sweets. I have to stop making it a habit, going out and spending money I really don't have.

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Rose left for work later than the usual morning shift which left me to make dinner and do the laundry. I was out of ideas for dinner. I had to make the kielbasa or it would go bad. I didn't have any sauerkraut so I just made up something off the top of my head. I made a beer sauce, which boiled down with yellow onions, and thickened with a brown roux. I also made a simple sliced, oiled, herbed and baked potato dish to accompany it. When Rose came home, I was done and she loved the dinner while I didn't really care for it.

After dinner, I made the sigil for Gamigin and read some more of my book. For me, its shape is striking to Egyptian type artwork. The bottom part looks to me like wings while the stem is like a caduceus or like a dragon fly. It was done in a simple was and it isn't perfect bit I think it is better than the image I wanted to do. It captures me so much more than the image in the texts.

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This day was sweltering and instead of staying home and running up the AC along with the electric bill, we went to the woods. Besides the migraine I had and the one bad apple of the two we packed, it was a nice walk. There were so many little things, fascinating things, and things which reminded me of my mortality. When we came to one point, we rested on an old grass covered lock. I took out my book and made it to the third part, which took some time. We left the forest at around seven or eight. I was happy to have cooled off, and it was funny as the temperature was in the high to mid 90's yet it felt nice and relaxing. Hell, with the AC in the car bringing the temp to the low 90's to high 80's I felt like I needed a jacket.

When we got home, I needed to rest. My leg was yelling at me. Sometimes I disregard my bad leg... sometimes it is a mistake. I hate the idea of actually being disabled, besides getting a job easier and the perks of the temporary cash-flow without the need to work, I don't want to be like this. I want to be able to ride a bike or run a mile, I don't like to be an anchor for those around me. It is only sometimes I feel it is a burden though, but those times it is rather crippling... ironic, eh?

After I felt well enough to concentrate, I read Hermetic Magic and finished the book. I was quite happy to have finished it but also eager to dive into this type of working. I feel that I should have put it off a bit, or I should soon go deeper into Hermetica and the general mythology of the land, the culture, learn Ancient Greek and the progression of the cultures.

When it was rather late in the wee hours of the next day, I broke the name Samigina into the Greek letter clusters which correspond to element, planet, and zodiac.

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This day I was going to go out and about around the town and give Rose some personal time. I was glad though when she told me not to go out and stay close to her. Glad that is that I didn't have to go take a walk while it was in the swelled pain from yesterday. It is always nice to be with the one you love, especially when being with that person even for a moment can make you feel it is forever. We went out to her old place she lived and met a few residents and we watched a movie. While drinking sweet and alcoholic drinks and eating sweets made with maple syrup, we kind of let time slip and it was in the later minutes of the hour of 12. When we made it home I did my ritual to Gamigin and got a powerful result.

I lit my incense and candles and began the ritual slowly and methodically. When it came to calling Gamigin, I wasn't expecting anything really, but a strong wind came as I called out his name. It echoed the noise of my voice, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw something. I saw a face, a strong jaw, long solemn look on his face, bald, long nose. I saw this image at an angle which didn't show my face. The next thing I saw was something when I asked in my mind “can you show me those who have died in sin?” The mirror got very cloudy as the thought exited my mind and I held it close to my face, the image I saw was my head looking into the mirror but devoid of features. In a very clear image, while I had my glasses on, I saw my head without eyes, a mouth, ears, hair, a nose or anything humanizing. I found this so fascinating I began to ask “what of those who drown?” I was treated to the image of my head turning shades of gray and blue. When I was done with this, finding no use in it, I thanked him and the image went to a monkey. It was like that of a capuchin monkey monkey. It then faded as I thanked him for his time in my life within the working of the ritual.
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