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I’m back, it’s late, and the game is afoot.
After my last post, I gathered up my gear and went out, the goblin bells jingling and jittering on my belt. I faced the Moon and prayed, then opened the work with the Four Monsters Banishing. As I completed the circle, I felt the familiar click and the sensation of opening and extending outward. I hailed the Pumpkin King. The wind rose.
Without a destination in mind, I walked. The wind brought every leaf to rustling, scuttling life, and shook the streetlights; the bells called, and I walked on, knowing I walked with monsters. On the road, I had a vision in the sky: a great snarling hound of cloud, running fast with the Moon riding its back (the image has – hopefully positive - significance re: an earlier Lunar working).
At the crossroads, I turned towards the pumpkin farm and called again on Jack (UKOMA PEFIGU NOSA LEHITU ROBA) to conceal me from prying eyes. I stole across the moonlit field and selected a pumpkin from those left behind in the harvest.
I took my pumpkin home and set up a working altar outside, with my herbs and my carving tools. I smudged the space with oak leaves, and lit a candle to work by. After explaining my intent to my pumpkin, I sacrificed it to the Halloween current and carved it hollow, like a wide-mouthed pot. On hand-torn brown paper, I wrote my sigil and my mantra, crossed with my name, hoodoo-fashion, and used the paper to wrap a packet of second-sight and spirit herbs (althea, anise, star anise, mugwort, acacia), three candy-corns, and a healthy pinch of saltpeter to give it some flare. I put it in the pumpkin/cauldron, mouthsprayed it with whisky and smoked it with clove cigarette, then set it aflame and fed the fire with dried leaves until it was consumed – the smoke carrying my intention out into the world. To wrap things up, I carried the still-warm pumpkin to the bridge and cast it into the rain-swollen river.
When I got home, I did some quiet breathwork to come down, and closed with the Four Monsters again. Then I went inside and had a sandwich, and now I’m telling you (there, I think that covers everything).
It’s good to be back.
Do the Halloween gods appreciate you pimping your own label's album on their sacred alterspace?
Who do you think I recorded it for? That’s an offering, that is.
Stay haunted!
This is the ghoul's night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels' arms
Ghouls in heaven's fall… |
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