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.

What About Offerings?

There’s an idea of offerings & What we must give to get

In this world of spirits, people will sometimes fall under the impression that to get or to receive, we must first give something to a spirit. This idea, in and of itself, is something each of us should contemplate on our own; something we should all reach our own conclusions about, as this is an important deliberation for each of us and becomes fundamental to how we view spirit-human relationships.

What I will say is that fruits and wine and incense and whatever others statues and material offerings we find placed upon our altars, these are not the things which drive our relationships with them. It is instead entirely us, ourselves, who enhance or dull our relationships with them.

Even a spirit which might have a personal vendetta against someone, if we take an example, might find themselves more willing to offer help if that person becomes dedicated, to any varying extent of the word. The reason for this is not because that person lights a candle every fourth day, or because that person says something reverential about the spirit to others; the reason is far simpler and something that should be internalized instead of read and held as fact or the an opinion of another.

Offerings made

…should be offerings of yourself.

What this means is not that you need to dedicate a finger or a spleen to a spirit, and it’s not either than you need to fill a cauldron to the brim with blood to place on the altar. It’s much more simple. Offerings are always meant to be of yourself. They are an amalgamation of your time, thought, energy, interest, etc. Whether candy, poems, or (yes) blood, offerings are meant to be displays of your dedication to a spirit.

Not your interest in what they can provide for you — offerings are not materials levied in a deal or trade, they are given as tokens of respect and interest. Thus, when we give offerings we should strive to be giving an offering of ourselves, regardless of whether it’s coins in a dish, blood over a sigil, a fruit from the store, or simply our energy.

If we aren’t making offerings of ourselves, not necessarily laden with pain or suffering, but that come truly from us as opposed to being inane objects we’ve carelessly collected to leave as offerings, then truly what is the point? While pretty trinkets and expensive incenses can be nice on their own, is that the relationship you’re seeking to have with spirits? One where you go out and find or order nice things without thought? Or, are you more interested in cultivating something a bit deeper, something “meaningful” (by my understanding of the word, though yours may be different)?

Offerings are not just about what you dig out to put on the altar; they are about what you are willing to give (to do) and what of yourself becomes given in the process. It isn’t a question of intention, money spent, time expended, but rather of meaning.

Offerings & Worth

What an offering is worth is something that seems to matter to people newer to magic and/or evocations. It’s also something I find is a fun discussion to have with more experienced practitioners. The reason for these things, I think, is because there are many layers to offerings and they are something personal to each of us. From ancient to present times, people have made offerings to their gods (and others). And still, there is so much question about them. About what is “right” or “wrong,” what can be given or not, what an offering is worth…(and why).

There will be, of course, those who disagree with my view. However, I think it’s important to at least consider as many perspectives as we can with regard to these things and arrive, always, at our own conclusions. So, what is the worth of an offering?

The worth of an offering is not only decided by how valuable it is/would be to us, and not only decided by how valuable we believe it should be to a spirit. And it is not always determined in the same way either. While wine and blood may be the “best” offering in one situation, perhaps a meditation with a certain spirit in mind is the “best” offering in another instance. Whether we offer sweets, sex, or blood is also not always relevant to worth; and neither is a pound of flesh (metaphor) inherently more valuable than a single drop of blood.

But the truth is, in my view, that offerings are a lot more about our efforts than anything else. This isn’t constricted to any one way of putting effort into something. What they are worth though, that depends on your relationship with the spirit you’re making offerings to, what you’ve gone through to attain the offering, what it means to you, what you intend it to mean once offered, and more.

As an Exchange

Some people ask whether they can exchange, or trade, a stick of cinnamon and half a glass of alcohol for something like an obsession or a some obscene amount of money or some similar feat. Others wonder if lighting a candle for 6 days, burning it half an hour a night will be sufficient to bring them what they want. And still others wonder if, when working with spirits, offerings must be made at all. The truth to these queries is that offerings are something personal, something that can be as intimate or public as you would like, but they should always connect you to the spirit.

In terms of exchanges: It doesn’t matter whether you drag in moon water and toss several dozen kinds of herbs into it and then wash your altar with it before laying down a basket of fruits and desserts. It doesn’t matter if you dedicate half an hour before or after your ritual to reading pretty poems to a spirit. It doesn’t matter if you don’t offer anything substantial enough that you consider it an offering. While all of these might have a place in your practice–or none of them–what matters isn’t the thing itself, but rather what is held within it.

Offerings are as important as we make them. If we collect something to set aside as an offering because we know a certain spirit likes a certain type of offering, then we should make sure that it’s brought to the altar with that respect, not just because we read somewhere that Dantalion likes [almonds] and so “here they are.”

Offerings should be made from you

…to the spirit.

If the spirit wants something, you are incredibly unlikely to be the spirit’s only method of attaining it. Instead, it is that you are the one giving something, offering something that makes the impact. You are the variable here. Make that meaningful when you give offerings.

Do not treat them as an exchange. When a god, demon, angel, or other spirit wants to help you, a sliced fruit, a bowl of fancy chocolates, a burning stick of incense, a perfectly colored candle…none of these things alone are going to matter. Make offerings of yourself, of your heart so to speak simply because you want to. While they may show a spirit dedication, they are not a guarantee of anything; thus, do not treat them as if they ought to be.

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The Weight of Equality

Let me ask you, does your plate of pennies and bowl of overripened apples have an equal worth to that raise you just asked for?

If you contemplated an answer to that question, you’re not understanding the point of this post, which is that offerings are not about deals and trades, they’re simply an offering we make, they are not meant to be lorded over spirits as “carrots” and not meant as negotiating tactics. Offerings often accompany ceremonies, routines, prayers, worship, remembrances, and many other “rituals.” They are not meant to put you on equal footing with a spirit, such a thing doesn’t come from pretty trinkets or wandering smoke.

There is a time and a place for careful negotiations to be made, but making offerings is simply a giving of yourself, in whatever form that takes to a spirit to whom you are respectful, grateful, or merely wish to include in your practice. I say offerings are of the self because we should not make them randomly and they are not made through other people; we are the medium through which they are given and in being this medium, we participate in the offering itself.

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Sitri: Prince of Lust

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.