Magick of Spiders

A look into one of my rituals with Furcalor, God of those Drowned and Master of Sea’s Depths.

I had a ritual with Furcalor in April 2022 that left me shaking and overwhelmed for hours after. It was an evocation, but it was not by any means what our normal evocations looked or felt like. He called me to it, summoned me before him, I’d say, and we had an extraordinary ritual encounter.

He demanded the floor as the ritual space, which is unusual in the space I used then. I set two pretty boxes that hold magick items down as an ‘altar’ and knelt before them once I was ready. By then, the incense had been burning a few minutes, a long stick and a cone, and I had been reciting the enn for just as long. I was hurried into ritual by him and since I wasn’t ready when he called, I needed to finish arranging my things the right way.

That ritual, at night in the darkness with only candle light, is one of the most memorable I’ve been a part of. He came so strongly. His energy strong enough to smother and he held the weight of the ocean tides in his appearance. The incense came close to me, I breathed it in and it swirled behind me, petted at my sides, laid on my head, and held my hands. The incense became him. It took on the shape of snakes and skulls. It showed me sharp teeth, jagged long black eyes, dampened hair that curled out of wetness.

There was no mistaking my eyes. Before me, was this demon-god. Furcalor. Who I call God of the Drown. He appeared with a tail that sectioned off into thinner waving tendrils of darkness and power. They moved like the snakes I’ve seen accompany him. And then, and then, he began to speak when I called out and asked why he summoned me to ritual.

I did not understand in the beginning what was happening. I was overwhelmed from the emotion and the raw power I could feel all around me. The things that shook behind me and the way the incense reached up to make his figure. But then, clearly, I understood.

He said to me something I would never forget. And nothing has been the same since I heard the words. This being, who I call a god, referred to me as a “worthy [redacted].” I was confused, until he went on. “Command me.” And I did not know what, other than binding him to protect me, I was expected to command him to do.

But it became clear this was the obvious for a reason. I had been involved in workings that weren’t the safest, as they set me up as a target, and Furcalor is a spirit capable of great damage. He is also a dear friend of mine and one I hope would never come against me or stand opposite me. I had to clear my head because those words, even for someone who had been in the evocation game for seven years, were a powerful rush.

“Stand, and command me.”

Furcalor

He said in no uncertain terms, “Stand and command me.” So I did. I stood from my kneeling pose on the floor in front of this makeshift altar holding a notebook, incense, and a few rocks and I stood. I commanded. I held my power and spoke words that came from a part of me that overflowed with emotion and raw power, it is the part of me that has known this god since before these eyes opened and this heart beat and these hands were made able to write.

As I looked to the incense, I saw it had risen to meet me. His hands on me, his eyes gazing up, his snakes loitering at my feet. That full body manifestation before me was unbelievable. And so I spoke, and with my words power rose and settled. It was Endless.

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After that ritual, I felt it in my body for hours. I tried to do distracting things, tried to eat and sleep and be active, but there was nothing to do that would diminish the feeling of that ritual for days. There are few rituals, to date, I have been involved with that have been even within range of what happened that night.

Hail Furcalor! Water-soaked protector and nightmarish mermaid of the deep who deals in vengeance with furious force. Hail to the god of the drowned, to the water-snake demon and skull-collector. That we may always, in all worlds, walk before the same gates.