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My pet servitor

 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
00:38 / 07.01.05
I was having a think about stress management last night, and found myself reflecting that what I could really do with right now is a companion animal. Having an animal around the place is very good for humans, reducing our stress levels, cutting down our risk of heart disease and other ailments, and generally improving our well-being. However, uptight landlords + allergic partener + impending move to parts unknown = no, you can't have a kitty.

The obvious thing to do would be to substitute a soft toy (stop laughing!). However, a soft toy does not offer the same sense of a companionable presence. Then it occured to me that I could use such a toy as the physical base for a "pet" servitor, a servitor created along the usual lines whose purpose would be to give comfort and succour to fed-up Mordants.

Now as soon as I thought that, the image of the pet popped into my head, complete with hir name. I'm now in the process of rooting out appropriate materials to fabricate the little critter, since ze's obviously keen to come into being.

Does anyone have any experience relating to this? I'm assuming that the concept does not originate with me, since it seems so obvious.
 
 
Seth
04:49 / 07.01.05
I remember having a conversation with trouser the trouserian about this. Ze was very passionate and detailed in describing what seemed to be an entire armada of furry critter servitors. Ze spoke about it for a long time. After a while I became slightly alarmed, but still ze did not stop.

It was like watching someone having a nervous breakdown.

I therefore name hir our resident expert. I myself have limited experience from my own childhood and from being married to Vicious Snapping Turtle, who had a legion of plushies that were all called Buddy, numbered according to her twisted preference. Her car was Buddy Number 1. We gave each plushy a history and personality, and one or other of us would often come home to find that they had been busy or up to mischief while we'd been out.

I currently have a Benjamin Sisko limited edition figure in a Starfleet dress uniform, given to me by the only person I've met who even slightly comes close to me on the Niner scale on the last module of my NLP Master Practitioner course. He's a servitor, but I won't tell you what he does... it's a bit private. You wouldn't wanna mess with A Man Called Hawk, the Great Motherfucker of the Galaxy.

Avery Brooks will play me in the movie of my life. If he's not available, Chow Yun Fat will do...
 
 
Sekhmet
12:21 / 07.01.05
I've got a kitty-shaped poppet named Spooky who came into being at around the same time that a "ghost" cat showed up in our house. Similar sort of thing, perhaps.

In any case, I don't think it would be at all difficult to turn a toy into a pet servitor. When you were little, weren't all your toys alive? I know mine were...
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
06:31 / 08.01.05
My stuffed bear, Cid, has quite a bit of built in presence into him. Something, I think, about sleeping with him for years on end. Also possibly something about him sitting on the bed and watching me perform magic in my room for years as well. He has a very positive, comforting air about him. It's hard to describe.

My other example is somewhat unrelated to humans having friends...but I have this rather creeping feeling that I may have brought back the spirit of my cat's dead twin (Skor was run over by a car when he ran out of the house to go exploring when he was only a few months old). I felt that Kit-Kat (ok, my brothers name them after candy bars, yes) was very lonely...so I called him up. I'd marked the cat. To me. I'd put my personal mark on him. And now Kit-Kat, when no one else is around, runs about the house chasing after something. We don't have mice, we barely have bugs. And last week when I was at home with just me and the cat, I swear that I saw her out of the corner of my eye, when I knew for a fact she was elsewhere in the house (silent she is not). It was a very powerful image. And not at all hostile. But very similar to her own.

I wouldn't exactly call it necromancy. I'm not sure if I brought a spirit of a dead animal back, or if I just pulled together a servitor in a form that Kit-Kat would understand and keep her company. Really not sure.
 
 
Papess
19:53 / 09.01.05
This is a very cool idea that only goes to show, children are natural magicians.

I had a stuffed giraffe named "Jiffy" when I was about three-four, who would help me reach places I couldn't and would play with me by letting me slide down his neck. I cannot watch an episode of 64 Zoo Lane without feeling a little sentimental.
 
 
Spyder Todd 2008
17:16 / 20.01.05
It’s interesting reading other people’s comments on this, and Mordant’s post has moved me to talk about my own childhood experiences.
As a kid, I always managed to give stuffed animals names and personalities. And over the years, I had a whole lot of stuffed animals. Some had more personality and back story than others, but they were all there. One of my first toys was a stuffed tiger from Brookfield zoo (Chicago) named Shere Kahn. I think I got him at about age 2. Over the years he acquired this huge history that was very soap opera esc. In his younger days (when I was like 4 or something) he had a relationship with my sister’s favorite stuffed animal, a cat named Thomasina (In those days, apparently, both of us named toys after Disney movie characters). (A few years later, Thomasina would marry another stuffed animal of mine, a turtle named Turtle (more original names…). Now that I think about it, the psychological implications of that fact are a bit unsettling….)Shere Kahn would later have three sons, Stripes, Terrance, and Shere Kahn the V or SJ (it was revealed that Shere Kahn was in fact the 4th member of his blood line to be named Shere Kahn). The story evolved more, becoming more complex as I got a little older. The Kahn family were a sort of mafia family, in charge of organized crime and such. Shere Kahn’s 4th cousin, a white tiger named Tigey, was head of a different family, the two were friends, but also rivals for control, leading to a very complicated relationship. Tigey’s daughter fell in love with Stripes. The police (any stuffed dogs I had were cops) were always after Shere “the Don” Kahn. Shere Kahn’s lawyer, Turtle, genius beyond par, kept him out of the papers and stuff. He had body guards and all kinds of stuff, all with their own stories and histories. And all this was at age 10 or something.

I think my childhood is sort of like my Silver Age. Full of an amazing amount of crazy ideas, some of the best of them worth retooli
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
23:42 / 20.01.05
My stuffed animals have survived quite a bit. I fought tooth and nail, even into my late teens, to keep my parents from throwing them out (even after they stopped having a place of prominence on by bed, they still got a big lineup in my closet). Now their numbers have dwindled somewhat, but I kept as many as a could. Some went to my brothers. Some, sadly, went to the trash.

And I'm getting really nostalgic all of a sudden. Huh.

Incidentally, I got a dozen clay pipe heads, mounted on a grid-style picture frame for Christmas. Very funky, and currently hanging on my wall. I'm considering seeing if I can awaken them. Undoutedly they'd each have a different personality, and may well be amiable to the idea of being sentinels and early alarm systems. Could also provide some interesting repositories for certain spirits I want to keep around. I ponder now...
 
 
modern maenad
09:19 / 26.01.05
Mordant - going off on a bit of a tangent, if you'd like some canine company dog rescue centres (RSPCA, NCDL etc.) are always desperate for volunteer dog walkers. Its a great way to spend an hour or two, and the staff will match you with an appropriate size/age/temperament dog. If cats are more your thing, cat shelters are equally short staffed, and again you could volunteer simply to go and do some stroking, or some general cleaning out/feeding etc.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
12:34 / 26.01.05
Oooh, good idea. I'll look into the Barcelona version of the RSPCA.
 
 
Darkmatter
08:11 / 28.01.05
ARRR you have an imaginary friend how pathetic
 
 
illmatic
08:21 / 28.01.05
At least it's attempt to think originally about a problem, rather than a pointless attempt to start a fight. People: please ignore the troll.

Quimper: you got some quite considerate responses in your other threads (amongst the abuse) - why don't you go back and read them and think about them if you've any interest in continuing posting?
 
 
fluid_state
19:11 / 30.01.05
I'd found a cookie monster puppet in a second-hand bookstore when I was 19, away at uni and lonely. Tremendous help, that little monster. Something about being able to talk to yourself through an object that's designed to remove adult/intellectual filters.... I got a lot of honest answers to hard questions that I'm not sure I would have ordinarily been capable of providing.
 
 
Seth
09:10 / 31.01.05
That's a great post, fluid.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
16:19 / 31.01.05
on a full moon night - Feb 2003 (I think) - went to a lovely party in a house out in the woods, entered a rather deep trance, and proceeded to danse the night away with one of the resident dogs' stuffed bear-toy.

ursa minor had come down for a visit. by the small hours, approaching dawn, the bear-toy resumed the tried-and-true role of dog-playmate.

a nice little moment with the little dipper.

have fun discovering your pet.

tenix

ps I found a child's squid costume for $1 in a local thrift shop - Cthulhu fhtagn.
 
 
trouser the trouserian
04:56 / 01.02.05
“What is real” asked the rabbit one day…
“Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and have a stick out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you’re made,” said the skin horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you when a child loves you for a long long time. Not just to play with, but really loves you. Then you become real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. “When you’re real, you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once. Like being wound up.” he asked, “Or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the skin horse. “You become it. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or who have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and are very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

From The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
09:47 / 01.02.05
I think that quote contains within it the absolute essence of what we might call servitor creation. Making something real. Playing with something until it takes on a life of its own and investing it with so much personality that it would break your heart to lose it – that it would feel like losing a part of yourself. It's a cliche, but I sometimes think a big part of magic really is about relearning some of the things that we instinctively did as children. Getting right back to the root of all the stuff that really moved you when you were little and picking it up again, trying to work with it, bring it into your life again, develop those skills into something really powerful.

On a tangent, I've started trying to visually record everything I do magically in my journal, as well as describing it in words, and I'm doing it with coloured crayons (or oil pastels, depending on how pretentious I'm feeling). It's brilliant. Actually makes you think differently about the magic you do, just by recording it non-verbally and trying to capture the essence of the experience in pictures. What it reminds me of most is being seven and drawing mad stuff from my "inner landscape" in crayons, giving shape to imaginary freinds, drawing the narrative of whatever games I'd been playing. I think that trying to recover the form of your earliest creative impulses – whether its drawing in crayons, giving life to stuffed animals, or playing bizarre variations on the theme of hopskotch – to the point where you start accessing that same formative creative headspace again, and then bringing it directly into your magic, can be really powerful stuff.
 
 
Darkmatter
10:33 / 01.02.05
I really dont understand you people, you write like intellectuals but about total crap, who gives a shit about some blokes imaginary friend? Honestly do you really care? I mean really, really care if yo do i feel you need to have a work with yourself. Stop pretending you do just because you think its cool, BECAUSE IT ISN'T. Its not a servitor. Its a delusion. Do you even Know what Servitor means? Definition: someone who performs the duties of an attendant for someone else.
Does your imaginary friend preform duties for you. I bet it doesnt, well maybe it helps you think someone actually likes you, but that doesnt count
 
 
charrellz
11:08 / 01.02.05
Does your imaginary friend preform duties for you

Well, to begin with, he performs the duty of keeping his creator company.

And in case you didn't gather, this thread is meant for discussing the viability of a particular action as a magickal approach. So far the consensus has been in favor of it, as it closely approaches previous ideas used in servitor creation; however, you do have the right to disagree and offer your own view on the subject. I suggest you do so with a little more tact than so far displayed on your part.
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
11:31 / 01.02.05
Yes, that's exactly it. We talk like intellectuals about stuff that isnt real. We are all pathetic and deluded. Why are you still here? Surely you have better things to do than read this toss?
 
 
illmatic
11:37 / 01.02.05
Qumiper: FYI, there's a whole tradition within occultism of creating and/or summoning beings that, from the view of scientifc materialism/rationalism, do not exist. This discussion is taking place within that context. A lot of people who post on this forum don't subscribe automatically to the materialist point of view, though it's the dominant one in our culture. If I recall your posts or a week or so ago you you were being troubled by similar issues yourself?
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
13:20 / 01.02.05
Just in case anyone's a bit confused by the terminology, here's a quick snippet from the Temple FAQ:

"What's a servitor? How is it different from a sigil? Why would I choose to use one over the other?

– a sigil is like a scrap of code; a servitor is like a program. A servitor is a magical impulse or thoughtform not fully autonomous, but capable of acting independently in pursuit of its programmed purpose. A sigil to protect a lunchbox is like a wall around the lunchbox; a servitor to protect a lunchbox is like a guard dog chained to that wall."

On with the update... Right, after a few false starts I'm finally happy with the materials I've got together for the main physical base. I'm using a combination of stroky velvet fabrics which have been around me for a while: soft black velvet for the main body (taken from a favourite pair of leggings that I wore until they fell to bits) and shiny purple velvet (from a piece which I used as a table covering in my old flat for years). I also have some bits and bobs for adornment.

I'm preparing some cotton wool for the stuffing by sleeping with it under my pillow. Still feels a bit sterile but we're gettin there. I also want to include something to give the critter a bit of physical heft, like a living animal should have. Probably a lump of wood will do.

Once all that's done I'll get his sigil together and start a-chargin' it. I'm excited--Weee! PET!
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
13:23 / 01.02.05
And trouser the trouserian: Heh! I've had that exact passage in mind all the time I've been working on this project.
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
17:31 / 01.02.05
Man, I haven't read "The Velveteen Rabbit" in YEARS!

Mordant, you could try a little leather pouch filled with some sand or stones or something, give it a bit of focus power. But then again, that might be getting a bit too complicated, given that the sort of magic we're looking at is more of a child's sort.
 
 
Darkmatter
10:24 / 02.02.05
Could you get your servitor to make me a cup of tea? I'm parched.
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
10:43 / 02.02.05
I really dont understand you people, you write like intellectuals but about total crap, who gives a shit about some blokes imaginary friend?

That's more or less right...you really don't understand what's happening in this conversation and much of it does seem to be going way over your head. To spell things out, we are talking about how the processes by which children formulate "imaginary freinds" and attribute a kind of life and personality to stuffed animals, is very close in essence to the idea within contemporary magic of creating servitor spirits. Therefore a magician who wants to work within this area could do well to look at how children interact with their imaginary freinds, as a model for the process of "giving life" to artificially created spirits of a servitor-like nature.

I think that's quite an interesting idea, as it presents a more natural and organic method of "servitor" creation, than the version where you just upgrade a sigil and launch it using excitatory trance, or whatever. The personality, and perhaps even the function, emerges out of your play and dialogue with the spirit. Nothing is forced or self-conscious, you just let it take shape and work with what comes through.

Its not a servitor. Its a delusion. Do you even Know what Servitor means? Definition: someone who performs the duties of an attendant for someone else. Does your imaginary friend preform duties for you. I bet it doesnt, well maybe it helps you think someone actually likes you, but that doesnt count

I think, in a sense, it does perform a duty and I think the poster above nailed it in one with this: "Something about being able to talk to yourself through an object that's designed to remove adult/intellectual filters.... I got a lot of honest answers to hard questions that I'm not sure I would have ordinarily been capable of providing." That seems like an important function to me, and Mordant's imaginary freind may well come to fulfill some similar purpose. Perhaps even a purpose that s/he isnt consciously aware of yet, but is compelled to give shape to something so it can perform a role. Why do children make imaginary freinds? What function do they serve? Are they entirely frivolous and recreational, or do they serve some purpose in the child's inner life, perhaps helping them get through some difficult or confusing period or giving them a form of emotional support when they can't get it from any other source?

These could well be considered "duties" to my mind. They're not the same kind of duties as, say, a servitor that finds rare and antiquarian books, or a servitor that brings lots of sex, but they still 'serve' a purpose. This conversation has been more geared towards speculation about the birthing process of such intelligences, rather than their possible functionality. But who knows, maybe Mordant's imaginary freind, when its personality starts to emerge, could manifest other interesting talents. Perhaps, as well as providing support, it could be really good at finding lost property, or it could be a general luck or money drawing spirit, or perhaps it could be great at chasing off internet trolls....
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
17:35 / 02.02.05
you could try a little leather pouch filled with some sand or stones or something --Bard

That's pretty much what I was thinking of, and very much in the spirit of the working. What kid doesn't bring home interesting pebbles, or sand from the beach?
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
18:51 / 02.02.05
perhaps it could be great at chasing off internet trolls....

I imagine a big polar bear sitting in front of a monitor with a keyboard balanced on its belly, finger (claw?)-pecking away...then it throws away the keyboard, sticks its head into the monitor, and eats someone.

I dunno, its just a funny image. If I had artistic skills, I'd make it a comic strip.

"Bears hate trolls"
 
 
akira
14:15 / 10.02.05
How would someone go about turning an entity that has attached itself to them into a pet? Right now it doesnt seem to do much, just sits on a sholder and sucks/feeds on energy. It could be swollowed, but it seems a shame to waiste it. Let the little fucker get fat, thats what I say.
 
  
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