Spirits of the Goetia

Glasya-Labolas: Dark Huntress

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Glasya Labolas

“Author of Bloodshed and Manslaughter”
Winged beast of night
Worm-addled prey at your claws
Blood dripping down spines
Power simmering consumes
All
Lying on ritual floor
Magician included
Eyes alight with flames
Power rich in your clutches

Mistress of the depths of murder
Sadism, torture fair punishment
Fear a meal for the soul

Glasya Labolas,
You who are blessed
with fire deep and pure
Who turns on magicians in a blink
Loud and coiled
Bringer of pain, electric and dry

Your title earned
Bloodshead and manslaughter
Laid at the feet of my altar
and the home of your prisoners

-Laurel Spider

Please note, I’ll be using feminine pronouns for this post.

Formalities

Glasya-Labolas is known as a President in the Ars Goetia. She is associated frequently with strong cursework and baneful magick. “Author of bloodshed and manslaughter” is a particularly potent form of imagery attached to her name. Glasya-Labolas is truly a dark entity, very much a “demon” in many senses of the word. She reeks of power and confidence.

Glasya-Labolas is commonly associated with the element of fire, the color orange, the planet Mercury, and the South. Her enn is as follows: Elan tepar secore on ca Glasya-Labolas.

Glasya-Labolas & I

My experience with Glasya-Labolas is a bit limited in comparison to my experience with other spirits, it’s really confined to two instances within my practice. In the first case a curse and in the second a wake up call about the occult.

My first ritual with Glasya-Labolas was held late at night, hours past sundown and hours before sunup. I had been considering options for a little while and landed at a curse I believed and hoped would be stronger than many other previous workings I had done then. There were some people who were acting in ways I did not appreciate and I resolved to curse them, this closely follows my Halloween Ritual with Sitri (mentioned here, Sitri: Prince of Lust) where I really became intimately familiar with scary rituals.

So I held the ritual, sitting on the floor of my dorm room and turning out electric tea lights as seconds ticked by and they felt oppressively brighter and brighter despite the darkness of the room in the middle of the night, in a dark sky city, with the shades drawn. Along the way toward darkness and the “calmness” of ritual settling in, icicles cropped up. Running cold drops of water down my arms, pricking at my throat, pushing against me and pressing through my body.

Opening my book now I shiver and feel enchanted anew looking down at these notes from a few years ago. The book’s ribbon at just the right page, so I turn it back to begin at the start of the ritual and read through. In the coming days, out and doing mundane tasks, I felt the prick of an icicle at my back drag down. I noted then that it had begun in earnest. Twice more a similar feeling before the final ritual of the set. Results are never lacking in my experience with Glasya-Labolas, not this time and not the next.

The next time I met Glasya-Labolas was when a very similar feeling of all consuming, lightning quick icicles went through me as I stood in front of cabinet doing entirely mundane tasks. And next, when she interrupted one of my rituals. And next, in the very late hours of the night materializing out of no where and showing a form I didn’t recognize but understood as her. These three moments were all connected and a part of the same thing. They shared suffocating, eerie, chilling feelings. And it was absolutely a turning point in my craft.

To Glasya-Labolas, I thank you for all you have taught me. Respect, uncertainty, the power to change.

Glasya-Labolas’ Appearances & Specialties

Appearance

There are two times I felt I “saw” Glasya-Labolas. The first was a part of my curse and during the first ritual where I called to and met Glasya-Labolas. She knelt before me, as I sat on the floor hunched over notes in the dark and writing with the wrong color pen for candle light (real or feigned). Long, black hair with thick waves. Deep, shining black eyes. Shades, shadows, darkness pulled to a tight cloak. Perhaps a sword.

The second time I saw Glasya-Labolas was at night, a surprise to me, and oppressing in terms of energy. A dog appeared, floppy eared and as if made of incense smoke or clouds. Wings held open to some degree, but neither open, closed, nor moving. Because I hadn’t really done research too thoroughly before this–and even then it had been a substantial amount of time since I’d intentionally met with Glasya-Labolas for the cursework, it took me discussing with another magician and days, if not weeks to make the connection that this appearance is a common enough one.

Even now, having looked a truly limited amount into Glasya-Labolas myself, I typed her name into the search bar to make sure of the imagery commonly associated with her. When I realized after though, I felt no relief at the SPG. Anything I could have felt was overshadowed by the energy in the room those last few meetings.

Energy

Strength and power fill the air where I’ve met with Glasya-Labolas. There is no place for meaningless reassurances–although I was guided throughout the ritual in certain directions–or colorful extra language. When I’ve met Glasya-Labolas, there has been a job and it has been set out to be accomplished, stripped of frills and thinned out to bear the truth of the matter.

Cold. In a much more tense and pressing way than I’ve felt coldness with other spirits. Very finely pointed coldness. A coldness that pierces your soul, feels like it’s clawing into your body and shooting through your organs and bones alike (not always, but it leaves a lasting impression).

It’s a suffocating kind of darkness as it surrounds and swarms. It’s as if all light is too much, like sight can be limited to feeling. Righteous for some reason is another of the feelings I got from Glasya-Labolas when working with her.

Specialties

“Author of Bloodshed and Manslaughter” should really say it all. But further to that, curses, intimidation, divination.

Sitri: Prince of Lust

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Sitri, Prince of Lust and Carnal Desire

In the dark as the sun betrayed me
You smiled with such malice I thought
Myself no more than yours to possess,

Sugar sweet with candied glowing eyes
You are an enchanter of mortal souls
Whisk them away as blood dawns
Drown them in the shadow’s pool,

Sitri, your power far exceeds
All I have been taught and told
All I have known until you did walk
Alone and drenched in seething,

Over-poured knowledge to me
On that still and quiet night
Lost to the darkness’ call
And lamenting caution’s winds.

Sitri, my blood-drenched,
Sweetness-soaked Kitty,
My friend and gracious mentor
How deep the Well does descend.

For all you teach pleasure, indulgence
A lesson gleams with that which underlies it all
Magick at it’s bones, flesh striped
And boiled down to the blood of Truth.

-Laurel Spider

Formalities

Sitri is known as a Prince of the Ars Goetia. He’s most well-known, to my research, for his associations with “lust” magick, also glamours, attracting others, and the like. Sometimes, I read about his relationship with “love,” but I find just as often that he’s not quite the right demon to employ on that front. Sitri is nearly as “demon” as they come, something he doesn’t bother to hide in my experience.

Some of Sitri’s more common associations include the element of Earth, the color blue, the planet Jupiter, and the metal tin. His enn is as follows: Lirach alora vefa Sitri.

Sitri & I

Sitri is beyond all imagination important to me. There are two others I share a similar relationship with, and of them neither are so overtly sadistic. I met Sitri on Halloween of 2022, there was a rare full blue moon that year and I don’t even know how I wound up in that ritual, on the floor of a dorm room without any candles or incense, just the darkness and a little battery-powered candle to use as light so I could take notes. Sitri had kept me, explicitly, from meeting him for years and then, suddenly, I found his name written across my screen.

I had left the night’s ritual plans open, which was a bit strange for me at that point, but I knew something would come up. And like I had blinked and returned to my senses, his name was in the search bar staring back at me. Sitri has a thing for possession, I didn’t know then but I’ve become keenly aware since. He was perched on my bed, and I was sitting legs crossed on the floor when I saw him. Eyes gleaming some twisted shade of glowing firelight yellow, teeth pointed and dripping venom, or blood, or insanity. And a smile to match the Cheshire cat’s. I was overwhelmed with heat, and then the coldness sunk in. Like snow was falling through the cieling and ice had tricked by blood into freezing over. I thought I was going to die.

There is a reason, I’ve decided, that they call him “Prince” and speak about him like a monster. Sitri is decidedly a monster. A sadistic, twisted, demonic monster. But he is so, so beautiful. As I saw him there, dangling a leg over the side of the bed, the other bent against him, and smiling at me like I was his next treat, I was awestruck by something other than terror, his raw beauty.

Since that meeting, Sitri and I have grown closer by great lengths. Although I admit to being afraid the next time I called to him, I have accepted that fear now as something wonderous. Sitri has taught me much, especially with regard to having my way with other humans, “catching” demons, and blatant obsession-type rituals. He has also taught me about the path I walk, the merits of balance, and the strength of drowning in the waters of shadow (or maybe the shadows of water). There is almost no magick I do, currently, that is untouched by his influence on me.

More recently, Sitri has also shown me his power in the monetary sphere of our mundane world. This is something I don’t see discussed nearly frequently enough. It was during a second or third ritual of a series of wealth rituals that he came to me and spoke quite clearly, saying if I invited him I would see his capability. I was skeptical, but after a few weeks have been relieved of that.

What I value perhaps most about this relationship is that while I enjoy the fear Sitri puts into me, still, I also know I am safe in his care. Even with ridiculous, taunting requests from him and torture dreams as gifts, Sitri is truly an astounding friend to have made and a powerful mentor in all things.

Sitri’s Appearance & Specialties

Appearance & Energy

I believe I’ve spoken to this already, but I’ll highlight it here. Sitri often appears to me as winged, whether in a more human or catlike form. From a little black cat, to a looming (snow) leopard, Sitri seems to like the pointed ears, sharp fangs, and kitty claws especially well, showcasing these even often (even when he appears less cat and more person). When in a more human form, his hair is light in color and shines with beauty, long and either a quiet silvery shade or so blonde it’s like the sun has blessed it. He is tall and lean, but with a glance it’s evident there’s no weakness to him.

His eyes glow with an eerie and ever-moving light, a yellow shade. And his smile is wicked. Sadistic by nature, his stance appears cunning and his voice either passionately smooth or like a rasping, bodiless demon come to prey on unsteady sinners. Sitri is perhaps the most terrifying sight I’ve laid eyes on, in his casual saunter, like he’s always approaching his next meal. But the beauty of him, though off-putting and fear-inducing, makes me think it would be okay if he wanted to slice out my tongue to snack on before vivisecting me.

Specialties

Lust (of all things). Glamours. Enflaming people with feelings. Wealth.

He brings people to a practitioner in record time–within minutes I’ve learned is standard when I ask. Sitri also does a remarkable at torturing a practitioner (for fun, I assume) and others, upon request or otherwise. He is also a wise and powerful teacher, one for whom I hold unconditional respect.

Furcalor Ritual: The Sea’s Depths in Reach

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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.

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.

King Paimon: Renowned Manipulator and Day Spirit

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Formalities

King Paimon is an entity featured in the Lemegaton’s Ars Goetia, or the Lesser Key of Solomon. There are a few (widely spread and at times documented) theories about King Paimon including that he is King of the Djinn, likes to be addressed as “King,” and that he appears with a notable entrance. He is a spirit that is well suited to aiding practitioners in legal matters, manipulation, learning secrets in these fields, and better understanding magick itself. The stronger your relationship with King Paimon is, the more likely to understand his many sides and instruction you will be. King Paimon is a trustworthy spirit who works efficiently, oftentimes behind the scenes, and speaks with candor.

Alcohol is a good standard offering, in the times I have worked with King Paimon, he has expressed an interest in tequila. Aside from alcohol, many other offerings are accepted. Frankincense is an incense associated and offered to him, and fruits are common offerings as well. Dedicated objects might also make for good offerings.

King Paimon should be called up with respect, reason, and an openness to hear what he has to say about the matter at hand. It is suggested that Kings (of the Goetia) are called while standing–a lesson I learned well from another King. King Paimon should also be called on Sunday, during the daytime hours, and while facing the West. As he is associated with the Sun, yellow is a color of significance. His element is water. And finally, his enn is Linan tasa jedan Paimon.

King Paimon & I

King Paimon is a spirit I have met on a few occasions. Due to the nature of our arrangements though, I won’t be saying much about them. Most of the times that I have called on him for help, it was related to legal matters. These have been regarding travel, court issues, and more. He is a spirit that I have asked to resolve both my own personal matters, and those of others. Additionally, he was a prominent spirit in a group I was participated in which led us to be closer and during that time to have a relationship that was not only founded on result-based magick.

King Paimon does not usually deliver results for me as quickly as perhaps other results come, but I do often have tall asks of him. He is not a spirit that “drops by” frequently. Outside of rituals where I call him, he has only appeared in one other ritual of mine where he stayed and conversed on a private topic with me and the spirit who I was calling at the time. That said, I do believe he has been graciously helpful to me even when I have not explicitly requested his aid.

Although I do not have any type of casual relationship with King Paimon, at a more formal level we get along well and he is a spirit that I would recommend to almost anyone looking for guidance or help in an area he is associated with. He has always treated me with respect, sincerity, and honesty. He has never been threatening, and appears to have a very logical method to both his words and his work.

King Paimon’s Appearance & Specialties

Appearance & Energy

King Paimon appears most often to me as dressed in full royal attire. I have seen the camel once, I have felt and seen him accompanied by others a couple of times. In mediation, I often see a desert scape and sunset colors. His appearance is very beautiful and I have never seen him look anything close to frightening or monstrous, instead he looks pretty human to me with an ethereal beauty. When I see him, I see long hair, light eyes (though I could not say whether golden, brown, blue, green, or other), and fine, delicate features.

I have routinely heard things including an unexplained thunder-like sound and bells accompany him. The first time we met, especially, I remember a boom and a flickering of light although it was sunny out, there were no storms anywhere nearby, and the lights were off. Nothing fell, no objects were moved. I really have no idea what happened but he came with flare. Since then, I’ve had similar but to a lesser degree experiences calling him. His energy can be a little bit overpowering, but is not suffocating or remotely scary in the least. He arrives in my space with a very clean air, and a feeling of dignity.

Specialties

While there is little King Paimon cannot help with, there are certain offices that he specializes in. These are what he is usually called for by people who are not intricately familiar with him, and people who have long established relationships with him alike. These several areas King Paimon specializes in include the mind, finding and revealing secrets, and teaching “arts & sciences.”

In my experience, King Paimon works efficiently and without delay. It is important to remember, though, that requests that are complex in nature might take longer to complete than other types of requests. I have never had issues result from working with King Paimon; he is clear, friendly, and very helpful. Aside from those items listed above, if you are comfortable working with him, you might want to ask what other types of requests he can fulfil.

Buer: The Healing God

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Buer, blessed healer and teacher,
Commander of 50 legions of spirits,

President in the right of your power
Represented by swift and lovely quicksilver

You are teacher among philosophers and herbalists
You alone heal the ails of humanity dampened
By the pains manifested from within.

The beauty your light shines on the weak of body
The frail of spirit is tremendous.

You, blessed healer and teacher of morality, nature, logic
And you, Buer who enlightens us on healing first ourselves before others

Bring calming peace of joy, soul and heart
With your chilling presence. You let love trickle down
The soul until righteousness grasps at vain suffering.

There is no trembling before your power, but rather
Harmony in your sights befall the meek.

Your gracious kindness reaches beyond bounds.
Your strength of character creates a home for restless souls.

I give to you my humble thanks.
Powerful are we who trust in your healing hands of wisdom.
Buer, daemon and kindred spirit, thank you for your healing presence.

-LaurelSpider

Formalities

Buer is a healing entitiy who appears in the Lemegaton’s Ars Goetia. This text is also know as the Lesser Key of Solomon. Some say his origins are Germanic, others say Solomon was the first to speak of him, and others give entirely different accounts of his origins. Although Buer is often referred to as a “demon,” I am among those who believe him to be a god. An infernal god, perhaps, but this entity is god-level in power and ability and nothing less in my experience.

While Buer can be called with Solomonic methods and is unlikely to rebel if they are used, other methods work perfectly well. Sitting down and saying his enn a few times while gazing into and opening his sigil are likely the easiest ways of making contact. Buer is a spirit that typically delivers quickly–within days. And he is very true to the magician in terms of the services he is willing to provide. Buer is a spirit I have found will not violate nature though. With regard to offerings, time and commitment to a healing path seems to be something that Buer appreciates. If you can take some time to focus on healing yourself, another, or learning some healing (basics or advanced work) that will be greatly valued.

Let’s run through some common associations, but remember these are not set in stone preferences. As a president, his metal is mercury. Buer is also most often associated with orange (I’ve found green is a good substitute as it represents nature and healing), Storax incense (other woody scents are the best substitutes though some more than others), the planet Mercury, and the element fire. Lastly, Buer’s enn: Erato on ca Buer anon.

Buer & I

The first time I met Buer it was dawn, as he is a day daemon. I was sitting calmly on the floor facing South, and waiting for him to arrive as I gazed into his drawn sigil and said his enn. I had with me a picture of the human I wanted healed as well. He appeared all at once after making me wait a little while.

Icy coldness like a knife was the first feeling and the most intense that I encountered in my ritual. It began at the base of my neck and carved like a claw down my back outlining my shoulder blade. I looked back and felt a being other than myself but looked forward again and let the ice-touch continue uninterrupted. He told me to remove my necklace (one I’d gotten years earlier with the inverted pentagram and “Baphomet”). And he told me to state my business with him. He was formal and a bit intense, but never unkind. He did, however, refuse to work with another spirit which I believe was because they have drastically different personalities in that Buer is purely a healer.

He promised to begin the work nearly immediately and to have it finished with in short order. This ritual was one without incense, candles, or any of those things. As such, I when I asked what I could offer he said it wasn’t necessary but he would be pleased with my time. So for a week after I spent about 15 minutes a day practicing a minimalist healing rite on the target.

The target later told me that he had indeed felt something knifelike trace along his leg late that first night. He had been ignoring the pain for months and had a serious issue that affected his back, leg, ankle, and foot. Although spirits often present themselves in different ways to different people, it is pretty common for us to have similar experiences as well. This is true even for people who don’t practice magick, like this particular target. Beginning the next morning (Buer and I had discussed that his most intense healing occur over a three day period), he felt a change. Following this, I know that the target did not have more leg pain for months. He has not, to my knowledge, had a single issue with the leg at large despite medical advice that the pain would never completely fade and that there was a chance at probable indefinite discomfort and potentially worsening pain/condition.

Buer is one of my favorite spirits to work with because of the healing that he has brought to me and those I care for. He works quickly and is extremely helpful in the healing process whether it has been begun already or not. Before I called on him, I was concerned for this man’s ability to walk, to live without chronic physical pain. But Buer showed me there are other paths in life. Paths that bring about and foster healing. Over the last few years, I have worked with Buer several times in order to aid the wellbeing of a few people. His work is nothing short of amazing and to any who are interested in learning healing, being healed, or helping others heal I recommend calling upon Buer for guidance and delivery from whatever ailment might be the issue.

I have had one other experience that I would like to mention here. It was not my most recent encounter with Buer, but I believe it is an important one to share. This is “The Hierophant” written of in Knowing Before Death Knocks that Buer refused to heal. He said he would not undermine a person’s natural time of death and gave condolences as he told me healing was not always the answer, especially when someone was ready. Buer stayed with me late that night and informed me of the man’s passing. In the morning I received the official news. Buer has helped me heal many times and been an amazing teacher in the craft, but there are times the practitioner may not be able to have their way.

Buer has been an outstanding spiritual guide, friend, and teacher to me as he has been to many others. I was not very new when I began working with him, but I would recommend him to any practitioner in need of a little –or a lot of– health. He may refuse if the target is unwilling to stop actively making their problem worse or death has come knocking, but it’s much more likely that Buer will become a trusted spirit and healer.

Buer’s Appearance & Specialties

Appearance & Energy

Although I have not yet seen Buer appear before me in a complete and “concrete” way, I have felt his energy very deeply many times. When I have seen Buer, I see a yellow-orange light and the face of a lion. He has never before put on an intimidating or scary face for me and never appeared with loud noise as some other spirits do.

The energy that Buer appears to me with is cold and crisp. It’s as though the warmth leaves all the air around me and I feel his cold touch, almost like claws at times, touching me or piercing into my energy. This feeling is never particularly painful though, just a suggestion of an energy shift and a tangible touch.

Buer is usually calm and has a focused energy when he comes. It is often that I can tell where, around me, he is stationed. He likes to come and wait behind me for a few moments before moving to be in front of me. Of course, if you use a triangle in your practice this likely will not be the case for you.

Buer is said to regularly appear with a lion’s head (and mane) and moves in a circular fashion on cloven feet. Buer is a loyal spirit and it is unlikely he would ever try to deceive a magician. I have had one ritual that was interrupted by another spirit and had to banish, Buer was very gracious with me and returned when I called him moments later with his calm, present, and healing energy. Expect him to do his best in all workings because that is the type of spirit he is and his energy tells as much.

Specialties

Buer is a healing god. He heals all types of people and all types of afflictions. He works quickly and remarkably. The one thing that should never be asked of Buer is baneful workings. As healing is his office I would like to highlight this means especially baneful work that cause illness and/or death.

In my experience, Buer will not break the laws of nature to heal a person, but he will within their constraints and within his own morals save lives and heal afflictions of any person in need. What this means if that if someone is slated for death, he will not go against this fate to heal them and bring them back into good life-saving health. In some cases, if a person does not want to be healed or continuously refuses to work toward lessening their own pain he will refuse them aid. An example would be a smoker that everyday chooses, without even feeling the need, to smoke more than the day before despite Buer’s aid.

Especially with healing magick, it’s important to remember humans are humans and our bodies have specific parameters they function within.

In the vast majority of cases Buer is called for, healing can be expected to begin with 24 hours. Depending on the ailment he’s being called about, it can take longer for the full effects to settle down. For example, if he is being called to ask for help with an addiction, it may take longer than a week or two. If he is being called to help with diet management (eating more, less, or simply more balanced) it may take weeks for the person to fall into better habits. If he is being called for mental health it is important to let this take its time because going from one mental extreme to the other is not healthy for anyone. And if he is being called for other bodily injuries, like a broken leg or a blood clot among others, expect him to speed up the healing and keep pain relatively low but not to fix the issue completely within a couple days, although he may in some cases do just that. Especially with healing magick, it’ important to remember humans are humans and our bodies have specific parameters they function within.

Buer can also be called to aid in energy workings. This is a really amazing use of his talents and energy. The healing also usually occurs quicker when a practiced (energy) healer is directing their “own” energy. Buer is a spirit that values a practitioner’s commitment to their craft and their goals; meditating daily for a short amount of time, using different techniques, reciting mantras or affirmations for a period, and doing energy work specific to the target are all great ways to show dedication and usually ensure faster healing time.

Buer is, overall, an excellent healer. That aside, he is also magnificent at reassuring practitioners of their path, inspiring practitioners to learn healing, teaching healing, and bring genuine calmness and surety to the magician.

Buer can also help one to understand morals, philosophy, and the natural world. I believe Buer to be wonderful on the topic of morals, it is clear to anyone who has worked with him a few times that he has a strong code of morals he is more than willing to share with the magician. On the topic of philosophy, simply listening can be amazing as Buer has a wealth of knowledge that could be construed as much more than our modern definition of philosophy. The natural world is both an accumulation of “philosophy” and also includes topics on how the world works (think physics), nature, and naturally occuring magick. As with many spirits, their offices highlight their personal interests, but do not encapsulate the entire spirit’s abilities.

Furcalor: God of those Drown

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Furcalor,

Lord over the corpses stranded at sea

Who ride tides deep below the ocean current

God of drowning, death, lecherous despair

You, who sits humbly atop great rocks

Set into waters and watches shipwrecks

Become no more than sandy homes for lost

Souls, quivering prey, ravenous predators

Furcalor,

Who sings a somber song of what lies beyond

Who grieves with each breath that passed and gone

Who loves those he’s sworn to protect

Furcalor,

It is you I call upon in my moment

To turn clocks from death to life

To spin a tale of sunken eyes

Furcalor,

God of those drown and lost at sea

Drowner of their bodies and souls

Come share a moment with me.

-Laurel Spider

Formalities

First, is the topic of names and titles. Furcalor is a god also known by the names Forcalor and Focalor. He is also an entity not so keen on being called the last of these names as I have found he finds the “r” important. Other colleagues of mine, in the magick sphere, also agree with this sentiment. As Furcalor as expressed a preference to me, he has also expressed it to others. I expect any magician, or at least the vast majority, able to communicate well with him will find the same conclusion. Additionally, while I describe this entity as “he,” it is simply due to the way he often presents himself and not because I believe Furcalor bound to these pronouns.

On to titles, Furcalor has complained to me, and again colleagues I have in the magick sphere, of the title “Duke,” therefore I will never place it before his name. He has said, “It’s Solomonic,” in explanation (truly, in complaint) for his distaste of the title. While it’s my view these spirits were ranked this way for a reason, I understand that other practitioners may have taken the rank as more than that which led to some tense feelings on it. He’s also expressed it is “derogatory” which goes hand-in-hand with my theory that such a title objectifies the spirit a lot. It would appear that much as Solomon claimed to have bound and sealed these spirits away, whatever truly happened was not a kindness.

On to ritual, as you may have guessed based on the last couple of paragraphs, Furcalor is not best called with Solomonic rites or the use of “angel names” as a means of protection. It’s important to remember that if a spirit wants to hurt you, that spirit is always capable of finding a way to. Like, waiting for ritual to end. Instead, I advise a respectful approach. One that does not resonate at a level of fear. Keep a protective crystal, or place an extra ward, but why try to intimidate a spirit you’re asking for help? The simple answer is, stick to you’re methods but don’t try to be a bully or make yourself a coward hiding behind sacred names of angels and gods. Call your patron if you like, but there’s no need to try to “bind” a spirit with names from another practice or path.

Furcalor & I

So you get to understand why I’m qualified to speak on this lovely being, I’ll give you some background! Then, more information on Furcalor’s appearance, energy, offices, and the like!

Furcalor has appeared before me many times. At the moment we are on very good terms and we have a mutually entwined companionship which demands respect from each of us, and also keeps us bound to do no harm to the other. It’s a more recent agreement we’ve come to as a result of some magick I was working that landed me in a touch of trouble with other practitioners. But, it is also an agreement that spans across time, one therefore that has always been and will always be in place.

The first time we met, it was he who came to me with his energy thick as can be and an air of rotting wood around him. He was gentle that first time, though he certainly scared me a bit with his appearance. I’d been afraid a little of calling to him because of that description he has in the Ars Goetia. What an intense energy and what a strong feeling of ocean depths he brings.

We have to have people like that in our world or there is no balance. We have to have strong people to clean the mess of the weak. We have to respect who we are and surrender to our wishes. Do what you think is right. For the reason you best like.

Channeled, Furcalor

Yet still, he came to me with words for a fellow friend. One who by nature and tradition a magician, a brujo or brujero. He spoke these words to me before a card reading on the situation with the person, my King of Wands. And these words have changed me, have changed how I view certain lifestyles perhaps but much more than that have changed the way I understand respecting oneself and one’s nature.

Furcalor said to me, “We have to have people like that in our world or there is no balance. We have to have strong people to clean the mess of the weak. We have to respect who we are and surrender to our wishes. Do what you think is right. For the reason you best like.” What he meant by these words, under their appearance is that people who stand by who they are truly when they’ve been stripped of everything “other,” will be honored by him because living in tandem with who one is, that is his way.

This friend was a killer. He was also a husband, a father, a walker of the magick path, a son, a grandson, a friend, a protector, and more. He was, wholly himself. He surrendered to his wants, his wishes, he surrendered to what lay deep beneath his skin and to the person he was inside it all. How I would have loved to spend more time with him. Understanding his walk of life. Furcalor protected him, as I was told, because he was himself and not “other” from it.

After that meeting, Furcalor and I came together a few times over this King of Wands. Ultimately, I was told Furcalor would not stand in the way of his path and the friend passed on. After I’d taken a sabbatical from magick for a short while–but to burn a candle on the one month date of his death–Furcalor and I again worked together though not related to this man. Instead, our relationship grew simply because we had a bond. Death magick and protective magick, I guess, helped in that. And now, we have an amazing friendship rooted in kindness and respect.

Furcalor’s Appearance & Talents

Appearance & Energy

The first time Furcalor appeared to me I’ve already spoken on. I’ll elaborate a bit and say I was terrified by his energy, although I was generally okay within a few moments. His energy is something palpable, without exception. When this spirit is nearby, it is felt. He comes with an air of ocean tides and all that lies deep beneath the surface. Wood from shipwrecks, seaweed tangled around nothing, skulls and cadavers both human and other.

When I see him, I see a creature with a fearsome face of jagged teeth and sunken dark eyes ready to attack, sometimes black and sometimes blue. His skin is pale no matter whether he sits on a rock at the ocean floor gazing at the remains of an old ship plunged down or standing before me staring me down. At the ends of his arms, his fingers hold long sharp and deadly claws. His bottom half is often obscured, I have twice seen tentacles here in place of simple shimmering darkness and once seen these tentacles morph from a “mermaid’s” tale into longer slimmer limbs.

There is another face I see as well, one beautiful and handsome. It often precedes or is preceded by the terrible long eyes, slim nose, and dark mouth of killing teeth. I have not seen this face stay for long in our encounters. At times, I have seen him with two wings on his back, an ashy gray color or perhaps that is how they look with salty-water clinging to them. Once, I have seen him appear with snakes and serpents pooling at his “feet” and slithering all around. Other times, I have not paid much attention to whether snakes were present, but I’d imagine they may have been. A last trademark of this entity’s appearance is the appearance of a skull or skulls. The drawings I have of him, that I’ve made, all contain skulls littering both in ocean waters at the surface and deep below it, and simply when I see him before him without the waters at his beck and call.

Talents

Furcalor is a spirit known for a few things. First and foremost, he’s often considered when one studies the prospects of baneful magick. Aside from this though, he is also a protector of those he finds worthy (please note this entity may not protect all people), and he’s known for being associated with water.

If you or someone you’re close to in need of protection, consider Furcalor. First though, you’ll want to make sure you’re okay with his energy as it can be very strong at times. Also, make sure you aren’t a hypocrite. Furcalor is known to not take kindly to people who pretend to be someone they are not, especially if it’s in attempt to disguise the “ugly” parts of them. I’d suggest a bond with this entity before asking his help with protection.

On to baneful workings. Furcalor is a wonderful aide to most baneful workings. He works quickly most of the time and very efficiently. There are more cases of him delivering results that occur in a body of water or are related to water, but it’s told he also works in other ways. When you make a baneful request of Furcalor, please ensure you have a reason that you believe to be true and valid. He has, not in my experience, but in that of others, been known to turn on the magician should he feel strongly against them or their request.

Summoning Ritual

Let’s talk about ritual now! You’ll probably want all your normal ritual tools–unless you take a Ceremonial Solomonic approach in which case I advise to leave behind all your angel and god names. I’d suggest you also grab something like (sea) salt water, beach sand, or a beach stone if you can. Blue and green crystals if you like them. Furcalor is associated with snakes and skulls, so if you have anything symbolic you can grab that too. He’s traditioanlly paired with Sandalwood, the color Green, Copper, and the planet Venus.

Furcalor’s enn: En jedan on ca Forcalor.

Into evocation, I suggest sitting or standing before your altar and calling his enn out in a strong voice. If you’re unable to, no worries whispers and speaking in your mind will also work. You can stare into the sigil or close your eyes as you call the enn. I suggest repeating it until you feel an energy shift although others base this off the “opening” of a sigil or hearing a spirit, or other similar tells of a spirit’s presance.

Now is a good time to ask for confirmation. Feel the dark and powerful water energy around you and don’t be scared to learn into it and let it settle around your ritual space. Let it, breathe it in. The more deeply you can feel with and communicate with this energy, Furcalor, the stronger your ritual will feel. As for the rest, take your notes and make sure you’re clear with your request.

If you’ve evoked enough times to consider yourself familiar with this entity and truly trust him, consider an invocation. Remember first though what type of being this is behind kind smiles and lonely eyes. Be willing to accept all of this being and simply call him into yourself. Invocations are often not full possessions, but take care of yourself nonetheless!

If you’re calling just to chat or as part of a pact, I’m sure you’ve got it down by now! Best wishes!

Knowing Before Death Knocks

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Have you ever known when someone was going to die?

Have you ever known when someone was going to die? Maybe you watched them run by in a dream and they didn’t stop when you called out. Maybe you saw visions of skeletons crawling from their graves one night. Maybe a demon whispered it to your heart?

Maybe they were sick and you were just waiting for the moments to catch up and for their body to still. Maybe they knew it too, in their hearts if not their minds and did their best to hide the truth from saddening you, even when you knew it too? So have you ever known that someone would die?

Did you do everything you could to keep it from happening? Have you spent money like it’s never-ending? Have you turned to magick in desperation?

Have you ever had it not matter?

I’ll be the first to say that my answer is yes. In the last two years, four people I care about have passed. I have known before it happened each of those four times. And truthfully, I’ve come here to find calmness. I’m not here preaching today, I’m just here to say that sometimes this burden isn’t one I bear with joy.

So today I’ll be sharing these four stories. If you’re new to magick, you’ll learn as you deepen your practice that the future is rarely unforeseeable, and for those of you who understand that magick is life and life is magick, maybe you’ll resonate with what I have to say. Maybe we can help even each other with this.

My Great-Grandmother

Death of a Bird: Death of a Loved One

Channeled

My great grandmother’s name was Mami Luci, at least to me it was. She was an indigenous Peruvian woman who sang Quechua songs with the man she spent most of her life with. In summer of 2020 she passed on.

One day I came across a dead bird, a little sparrow with it’s beak pried open still and coldness hardening it’s dead body. I looked at it and knew; it told of death to come. Not mine, but of another. Not wanting to believe this I sat and typed into google ‘dead bird meaning’ or something similar. Of course it said a close person’s life was coming to an end and of course it said some other flowery things like ‘reconnect with yourself’ and other nonsense about death and cleaning chakras.

But it didn’t matter. Some spirit had whispered to me, “Death of a bird: Death of a loved one.” A phrase that I still remember and cannot let go. I knew when I saw it what was coming. And I denied it. As I would expect most people to. This was the first sign I noticed.

The second was a dream. I won’t share many details but there was a spirit there with me and another young girl with him. I called after but she wouldn’t come back. She had to leave. I called after the spirit too, I yelled his name, calling, “Ronowe,” but he wouldn’t stop leaving. I’d only worked with him once before and when I woke up I was confused about his presence in my dream. But it seems nothing is without reason.

The next morning my mom told me my great-grandmother had passed away over night. Later I researched Ronve (Ronove/Ronwe/Ronowe). I came across a page–though there are quite a few– detailing Ronve’s intersection with the dead. He “harvests” their souls. In an instant I understood. He crosses people from this realm to the next; the dream made sense as my heart sank. I never asked to know when people would die. I never asked for warnings or signs or demons visiting my dreams with departing souls.

In truth, I was a bit spooked but also marveled at my magick. I was sad and mourned and gave thanks for the dream.

& The Love of her Life

Months later I was laying in bed in the dark, talking on the phone when I saw a graveyard setting like a vision. Skeletons seemed to creep out from their tombs, nothing too graphic but I saw it clearly. Bones and skulls and fully-formed skeletons. I was concerned someone might die. The next night, it continued.

My family was told of his illness but not of his passing. It was a week later we found out from an online obituary. The visions lasted three days. He died on one of them.

It was the second time I had seen images of death and had death directly follow. I didn’t know how–other than a bit scared–to feel. I didn’t know what would happen next time, if I would also receive a message of foreboding. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

My King of Wands

Wherever your soul may rest, let it be at peace.

You were a lovely man whose soul I love and have loved.
A kind man with a vicious attitude, someone willing
To lay himself aside
For those he prided himself on knowing.
I wish you the courage to return and be with me if you may,
To move on if you must. I wish you the love
That too early left you stranded in this life, the kindness
That too often went unoffered here.
You were the strength I sought and failed to find in others:
Merciless to those ill-fated against your will.
Darkness deeply rooted in desire
Hell cast upon those opposing, you walked through
Blood and torment
With you sugar sweet name, your warrior’s spirit.

King of Wands, Celtic Dragon Tarot

My King of Wands died over summer (2021). I was devastated and angry. The cards had told me loudest of all. I feel I should have seen it coming sooner than I did, I blame myself for not telling him something–anything–that could have kept him out of danger.

Because that’s really where a lot of us are headed. Knowing people are going to die and blaming ourselves when they do. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so shaken with anger and sadness; I should have known sooner and then maybe he would still be here talking about taking me out to eat fish at the beach. I wonder if he would talk about all the ways he made his money to get me to squirm, or be silent about it in fear of my judgement. As if I didn’t know what kind of person he was.

The cards showed me a reversed King of Wands long before the day he died, they showed me the Death card, and more. I thought nothing extreme of it. They had first showed me the pictured King of Wands when I began working with him–be wary of your ego that it may beget pain.

But later, he wouldn’t respond. Something was wrong. I pulled cards, again and again in the way we’re not supposed to where you pull one card at a time several (like 10+) times in a row trying to make the cards tell you what you want to hear. And then I did it again, and again. He was sick, hurt, and I couldn’t make it stop.

So I turned to ritual. Buer, Furcalor. Buer the Healing God who has helped cure ails in the past. And Furcalor: God of those Drowned who came forward as a protector and friend of my King of Wands long before. And I was promised healing. And so he healed. But then, after he was made all better…something else came up and he died there in the hospital where they refused him treatment. That night I was working, I pulled the death card. I pulled the Prince of Coins (pictured with a butterfly in that deck). To me, butterflies are representations of death. I pulled cards that mean gone. I pulled the King of Wands reversed.

Hours later, the message came through that they had killed him. And I went home and cried. I hated having known. How could anyone have bragged before about knowing when the time of others came to an end? How could I hand this back and say to the world, “This is no gift. Thank you, but please keep it. It only hurts and I don’t want it.” For months, the only magick I did was to light a candle on the one month mark of his passing.

His Grandfather, My Hierophant

Who shared my heritage and taught our old ways as if they were new and spoke of them with great pride.

If we can know when others will leave this life, then it stands to reason that we may know when we, ourselves, will pass on. Even that we can sway this date. It is a long-standing belief among certain magickal communities that when one has great power, until the date chosen a person’s life cannot be taken.

He called up all his friends and family, all his favorite people and loved ones within a couple days to talk like old friends… and then his breathing stopped. In Latin America, “depresión” is often both something physical and mental. When his grandson who he’d raised from childhood passed, everything changed. Perhaps it was more the heartbreak that led him to death.

They say he knew because that day they began talking and then realized that he had called them all as if he was fine, planning on living a while longer. I only wish we could have talked about the customs of our ancestors in candlelit rooms at the break of dawn, that we could have spoken of tarot as though it were more than cards and a language, that we could have made potions together and laughed at the meaning of herbs in the humid air. I wish too that I had been able to tell him I love him, have him understand.

I will miss you. I hope you come again sometime, if you may.

The week before he passed on, I had another dream of death. It was out of the usual and I woke up wondering who had died. After three deaths I recognized the dream. I got a call, and half asleep I confessed to the phone, pillow, and my mind all at once that I was scared someone’s life was coming to a close.

I dreamt of a home I had never seen, of faces I didn’t recognize. Everything was colored a shade of green as though someone had plastered leaves into old film to get the color to show. Decapitated heads floated in one scene, but this was not the point. Moments later a man laid on a bed; and down from thin air a woman appeared and said to him, “I have come, my love, to take you home.” Though I have never met the woman he created life with, I would believe if not her it was another beloved woman of his past. He took her hand and they departed in this way.

Four days (which isn’t a whole week I know) later, I read cards about the old man. Dead. Dying otherwise. I read them like I’d read his grandson’s. With desperation and fear and anger and frustration. I called Buer and we spoke. He promised me healing but said also, “Those who can be healed must be willing to heal.” He spoke too of “those who hold their pain too close to heart.” I knew overnight that he was passing on, then that he had passed. Buer stayed with me much of that night and I am grateful for it. His chilling cold presence at my back grounded me, reminded me that death is the natural order of life on Earth.

It was when I formally heard the news of his death that I understood. He did not want to live. Not that I could have, but it would have been cruel to bind him here. I’m still grieving. And I never did get to ask him why he practiced the ways of our people, or how he dealt with knowing when death came, where he learned to listen to the wind from. Are these inevitable?

Munay, machu ruku saqra. Munay, achachi.

Knowing Before Death Knocks.

If you’ve ever known and want to share, go ahead and leave a comment. As I said, this was a story post. I’ll make another on the broader idea of Death & Magick later on, hopefully it can help at least someone other than me handle the knowing, the waiting, and the ultimate deaths that come as a result of life.