Today I’ll share something a little different: an enn and sigil gained through an Ascension with the Daemonic. As I recently talked about in my article about an alternate Rite to Eurynomous, there can be many types of Daemonolaters, including Norse ones. I’ve spent over twenty years working with Odin now—or Odhinn, as I prefer. The All Father goes by many names walks in many guises. He was the first divine intelligence that came looking for me… and he is the one that have never truly went away.
It can be said that Odhinn embodies one side of the Death daemonic. To gain the wisdom of the runes, he hung as if dead for nine days on the great tree Yggdrasil, pierced by his own spear, forbidding any of the other gods to help him. Finally, on the ninth day, the runes spoke to him from the well of Urd that lay of the bottom of the tree, and Odhinn let out a cry of triumph. In completing thise ritual, the god saisthat he was “given to Odin, myself to myself,” a sacrifice that helped him gain the wisdom of the cosmos.
Because of this, Yggdrasil is sometimes known as the “Odin’s Gallow’s tree.” I believe the sigil here reflects a noose. I find it curious, too, how the sigil for the All Father reflects that of Satan, who is also the All.
PS: The similarity in some enns that have to do with the dead just makes my brain twitch! I love analyzing these things!
Although I won’t go into details here, I created this image today to show my gratitude towards #Belphegor and Halphas. I began praying and making offerings to both a couple of days ago, and they have both responded already. I am incredibly thankful for their blessings. Naamah and Atem.
It’s weird. Since starting a Goetia Immersion class in August 2015, I’ve maintained a daily magickal practice easily enough. I don’t necessarily do heavy work every day, but I always do something, even if it is just some light meditation or a quick Tarot reading. Despite that, I needed a break after the Domagick challenge. I know it wasn’t the work itself that turned me off but the necessity of having to make reports here every day. Either way, I was so done by March 30. I’ve yet to hand in the last half of my monthly Goetia notes because of that break.
Last night, I dreamed of an angel. You might think that would be disturbing for Daemonolater, but the dream comforted me. You see, I work with this particular angel on a regular basis and number him among what ‘personal pantheon.’ In other words, he’s one of my go-to guys.
I started to my Domagic work differently than usual today, with a Tarot reading. I’ve been struggling to feel enthusiastic about a particular writing commitment, so I asked Sitri what I could do to feel passionate about the project again. I turned over the Six of Cups. This card could mean something I dreamed about for years is about to materialize. It could also indicate that I should seek help from a trusted source. Since I’m not sure what to dream the card could be referring to, I decided to ask Sitri’s help with the project instead.
My cat now runs to jump into my lap every time I chant the Five Warrior Syllables. Today he threw his paws around my neck and started drooling with happiness as soon as I started chanting. I couldn’t help but laugh. The collar of my shirt got a shower!
Before I went to bed last night, I decided to blend my Five Warrior Syllables practice into my Domagick Challenge work for March as such:
Use the Five Warrior Syllables in some way daily to protect myself against anxiety, pain, and other negativity
Interact with the daemons of the Ars Goetia in some way daily to develop more self-compassion
Make some sort of art daily to bring beauty and creativity into the world
Other March priorities
Finish writing the last two chapters of the class I’m teaching in April
Finished other Ars Goetia homework for March
Finish WordPress photography challenge
Finish Sound Healing class
Start reading creativity book
My work went as planned this morning.
First, I set my intention through prayer and an offering of birch bark to the daemon Oso, who helps open people up to new changes. I chanted his enn nine times, letting my body move as it wished. Although Oso supposedly looks like a leopard according to the Ars Goetia, his enn hints he is tied to serpent energy as well, and I found myself emphasizing the ‘S’ sound and swaying like a cobra as I launched his sigil into the universe.
I then intoned the Five Warrior Syllables, envisioning bright lights at each of my chakra points as I did so. These syllables can clear obstacles of all sorts out of our way, so I feel combining them with my interactions with Oso will be particularly powerful in quieting my anxiety and letting positive changes into my life.
After that, I asked the Thoth deck how I could open myself to change today and pulled the Five of Discs, or “worry card.” It shows a set of gears that are working in harmony with one another. I often feel like I am the one cog that doesn’t quite fit and this causes me a good deal of social anxiety; I feel I am being judged negatively for all the ways I am different. Truthfully, I have no proof this is so most of the time other than gut feelings. I am making assumptions, and the assumptions are making me feel bad. If people are going to reject me, I cannot stop that, but it isn’t doing me any good to reject myself in advance of their leaving. It isn’t doing me any good to play social chameleon, either, as it just takes me farther and farther from my authentic self.
Traditionally, this card could also mean a loss of faith in myself resulted from my relationship with money and how much I believe I am worth. I agree with this one hundred percent. I cannot earn a living as well as I used to because of my health problems and I regularly feel like I a burden—or worse—due of that. Luckily, this card indicates there people around me who could help change this attitude. It definitely needs to change too.
With that in mind, I created a sigil on the square of Mercury. (Mercury is most associated with change in my mind as is also the planet connected with the demon Oso.) This sigil at the top of this post embodies the phrase “LIKE A SNAKE, I SHED MY SKIN.” That’s exactly what I want to do. I want to shrug off my bad habit like a serpent and glide through life in new, healthy ways.
My brain hasn’t quit churning since the day Andrieh Vitimus announced his domagick challenge. I knew right away that I wanted to take part, but exactly how I would transform myself in March remained elusive. What spirits would I speak to in those thirty days? What realm of my life should I concentrate on, knowing I’d share my work here, on the internet?
Unfortunately, no one could answer those questions for me, though I certainly pestered friends and family for advice. Fates bless them, they suffered me patiently enough. So did Seere, the daemon I worked with this week, when I sought her help to see the matter more clearly. I admit that the cards I turned over this week didn’t seem to make much sense at first, but I’ve frequently had trouble doing divination for myself in the past. It’s not that cards don’t read true, but that I can’t understand what they mean because I am too close to the situation at hand.
I kept asking Seere, “Do you mean I should be doing this? Or that?” I was asking for specifics, to be spoon-fed… and daemons don’t work that way, at least not in my experience.
First off, there’s the language barrier. When we ask spirits concretely worded questions, we general get Tarot card type answers in reply: images, symbols, a few keywords. Except in books, I haven’t heard of too many psychics who receive complete sentences when communicating with spirits, daemonic or otherwise. Maybe our brains are too small to catch more than a glimpse of what spirits are trying to show us, or perhaps they just don’t speak human.
More importantly, spirits have their own drives and motives. Sometimes it behooves them to be a tad reticent when doling out information. My patron is notorious for wanting me to come to conclusions on my own, and I’m beginning to suspect he’s gone to every other spirit in the universe and said, “Don’t tell that one jack shit. Make him figure it all out on his own. It’s the only way he learns.”
My favorite name for him at this point is King of the Red Herrings. Last month, during one of those rare moments of truly crystal clear communication, he suggested I could do something—if I wanted. Of course, I immediately did what I was told, thinking it was in my best interest, without even stopping to consider what my best interest actually was. Only afterward did I begin to regret the action and brood about it, wondering why he’d made me do such a thing.
Again, daemons don’t work like that. If a daemon is telling you to do anything against your own will, it isn’t a daemon talking. If anything, it’s most likely an internal need to self-sabotage. And, oh, how I love to sabotage myself! I follow paths of action on a regular basis that I know damn well aren’t good for me, usually in the hopes of receiving outside approval. I’m rarely satisfied when that approval comes, if it ever does. By then my martyrdom tastes bittersweet. I know I only have myself to blame, but I often end up subliminally resenting whoever I put myself in that position for in the first place. I’m only human, and as the video I posted above points out, humans make very little sense sometimes.
With Seere’s help, this time my hindsight was truly 20/20. I finally understood the lesson my patron had specifically set up for me and how easily I’d taken the bait. I’ve created a heap of extra work for myself by doing so too. I haven’t wrecked anything irreparable, but I definitely have to go back to square one without collecting my $200 dollars.
Strangely enough, as soon as I realized this, the confusion I’d felt concerning the #domagick challenge cleared up. I saw a pattern in the spirits I’d been considering that I missed before. I began to intuit how I could work with them to transform my writing, the area I’d wanted to work on most. I can’t say I know the entire shape of my March work yet, but that’s what the rest of February is for, isn’t it?
Hail Seere, she who helped me see clearly! And hail my patron, who keeps me on my toes! May I continue to learn from them both.