A Plea for Passion

The Six of Cups in the Sharman-Caselli deck.
The Six of Cups in the Sharman-Caselli deck.

DOMAGICK CHALLENGE DAY 24

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.

About a week ago, I finger-painted an abstract piece with acrylics. I’d intended for it to act as the background for a fire-based piece but hadn’t been known how I would complete it at that time. Sitri’s energy feels fiery to me even though the Ars Goetia associates her with the color blue due to her daemonic rank, so I realized this background was perfect for her sigil. I sang her enn for some time this afternoon and then drew her sigil with an acrylic marker to finish the painting.

I launched her sigil into the astral later in the day, after supper. To start the process, I traced her sigil with my eyes while repeating her and over and over. I closed them once I had memorized its shape. The sigil slowly transformed into the shape of a woman in my mind’s eye.

A portrait of #Sitri, a #demon of #passion, #domagick
A portrait of Sitri, a demon of passion,

As she began to dance, the hair rose on my arms and I began to feel slightly off balance, my body’s indication I’m ascending to another plane. I also heard a note distinct from my own personal hum. The more I concentrated on it, the clearer it and the woman became. I knew this was Sitri.

I danced with her to the music of her tambourine and the bells about her ankles. As we spun, I told her that I needed to feel passionate about both my writing and art again. The sigil I’d drawn for her appeared in her hands. She laughed, and it burst into flames. I blew into her palms, distributing its ashes across the universe.

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