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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.

Experience with the Non-Living

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Spiders, Shadows, Shades (& Maybe Ghosts)

Just a couple spooky stories on some creatures.

Hide & Seek in the Corner

Once I was in a house with my two little brothers (who, for reference are both 10-15 years younger than me) and there’s one room that is kind of freaky…especially when it gets dark out. There was this little rocking chair in one corner and I was less experienced with visions of not-people & not-premonitions then, but I knew what I was seeing and it was only amplified by the feeling.

There was a little boy huddled over in the corner by the rocking chair. His hair looked a little purple even though it should have been dark brown or black. And he smiled at me with this creepy as fuck grin and that’s really when I knew something was wrong, very wrong. He wanted to play “hide & seek” which isn’t strange for a child, but I mean he had on the expression of someone who had just finished a murder spree.

I think what triggered it was him realizing that I had seen him in more than just passing. I walked out of that room pretty fast. Not my home, not my place to be laying banishings. And aside from that, they were a bit anti-witch there per connotations of witchcraft and magick.

So later that night, I’m out with the family and their little girl and she asks me if I want to play hide and seek when we get back (it was already past her bedtime) and it freaked me out to have the question posed to me, again with a little knowing smile. Needless to say, I spent a long time mildly creeped out by that corner.

Hand Holding

On the walk back to that same house is a dirt road. And every time I walk it after sun down there’s an extra shadow on the ground. The light is usually coming from house lights either ahead (the house I stay at) or behind. The shadow starts about 4 houses back and she just walks alongside me until we go through the gate.

The shadow is a little girl, probably age 5-9 who seems to be wearing a (white?) dress with her hair down and a hand always outstretched as if trying to grab the hand of a living person. She freaks me out. I’m not sure exactly why because she does seem like a little girl who wants her hand held, but her energy seems malicious and dark. Maybe one day if I’m back there I’ll work up the nerve to read cards with her.

The first time I remember seeing her, there were 3 of us (girls) and 4 shadows on the ground. I held on to the woman beside me with both hands and she looked at me like I’d lost it but I don’t think she minded. She’s pretty used to it now when I see things or get uncomfortable in certain spaces, even if she wasn’t as much then.

A Dream & My Bedroom

This one is more recent. I had a dream one night that there was a shade perched at a specific location in the house I was currently living in. It was really creepy looking, tall with shiny red eyes. It was wearing a wide brim hat the first time I saw it, but not after that.

The dream was pretty short-lived. I knew immediately that something was wrong with the dreamscape. Once, I spent a couple of months having intense nightmares and many of them were reality-adjacent. So I’ve gotten decently good, by this point, at knowing when I’m “waking up” into a dream. I walked out of my room because it felt right and down the hall. There, I saw this shade perched on a ledge staring at me like it had been waiting. I was scared, I do admit, and ran back into my room where I closed the door. It followed.

Still dreaming, I called out to a spirit that I am close with to come and handle the situation. I was confused and anxious about what I had seen, never having been chased by a shade before. The spirit did come and I woke up shortly after still wondering what exactly had happened. It was not until later in the morning that I put together some important pieces.

These pieces included that the shade had likely not come into my room, despite it being within a dream, due to the heavy warding system I have in place, including the spirit-eating egregore; and that the shade was real. There it was, when I went looking, perched exactly in the place I had seen it in the dream. I waited for evening when it was dark and brought a tarot deck to sit across from the shade and read cards. Having “Death” jump out was a fun experience, I did not know if it meant the shade was dead (implying it was once alive) or if it’s lifetime involved taking life. I asked it to leave, otherwise face being bound by me.

Vampire in the Night

When I was younger, I went to visit a women with a young daughter who hated sleeping in her room. The young daughter, about 5 then, went to sleep with her mom and I stayed in her bedroom for the night. It was hard to fall asleep at first, which I attributed to it being something different than I was accustomed to. But then, a few hours later, I woke up unexpectedly. I was fully awake and felt something weird, some strange energy and an inability to fall back asleep. I turned over to face the room, as I had been facing the wall the bed was pushed against.

It was then that I saw her. Kneeling down in a beautiful, albeit bloodstained, white gown was a woman. Her long, black hair wet with the same blood and her teeth sharp with memories of how it had been stained.

Butterfly Dreams

A couple years ago, I was friends with someone that shared a strong energy connection with me, in part due to my own workings. One night I had a strange dream where I bumped into a man and spilled some of my items (from a bag, I assume) onto the ground. We both knelt down, in the dirt, to pick them up. My eyes were caught on a butterfly necklace. It’s a real necklace that I was given as a child and seemed out of place in this dream.

The man and I both looked up as he handed it to me and I felt that this dream was the type that reached “beyond” the veil. So I looked at him closely, and finally the dream came to an end. I meditated for a little while about who this dream was connected to, because the man in the dream wasn’t one I knew. (Sometimes I get messages for or about other people I’m close to.) I asked the friend I had a strong energy connection with about it.

He said he’d once had a friend that had a butterfly tattoo. But the friend had passed on in a rather graphic way. He’d felt at fault for it, because he should have been a “better” friend to the man. Later that night, I called out to the soul that had come to my dreams armed with a butterfly token and read tarot cards for the friend we (had) shared. It was a very moving reading, and I was glad to have been reached out to.

The event wasn’t really so simple as a ‘hello,’ though. The man from my dreams had a brother who was still alive, also tattooed with butterflies and a bit unstable in more than one way. I told my friend he should check on the brother if he could. A few days later they bumped into each other, and a few months later I again reminded him that he should look out for his friend’s brother if he could. The story takes a sad turn here, they bumped into each other again, but days after that the dream’s other message and warning came to fruition.

Stay tuned for how to handle shadows, shades, and ghosts!