By Frater S.C.F.V.
Last night, I had a bizarre dream, which seemed to contain some worthy lessons embedded in a dark and cautionary tale.
Unlike most of my dreams, which tend to unfold as fragments, this one came with a full-blown plot structure and motifs that reminded me of a folk tale imbued with fascinating occult material.
The Magician and the Demon
I dreamed that a dark-haired woman, a goes who studied the grimoires, decided to conjure a Demon to blind her enemy. I had no stake in the work, but was somehow required to be present for the evocation.
I warned the fervent magician to follow the proper protocols if she was to do this Operation, but she had a crazed, obsessive look in her eyes, a sense of urgency that she knew what to do and it must be done immediately.
She was not in a state amenable to guidance or counsel from others.
To do her work, the magician used a Circle drawn on the ground in epiphany chalk. It had 3 smaller circles within it into which she placed different objects.
A book, presumably a grimoire, was placed in one circle, a Pentacle to make Spirits visible was placed in another, and the magician herself stood in the third small circle.
Around the rim of the larger Circle, various Names of Power were inscribed.
Apparently, the magician’s Circle was a version of “the Kabbalistic Circle” in the 19th century Grand Grimoire or Dragon Rouge, a Circle which was itself inspired by the “Circle of Pacts” in the 1856 second volume of Éliphas Lévi’s Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie.
However, in the Grand Grimoire, the three small circles are meant to be occupied by the magician and 2 assistants instead of the goes, a book, and a pentacle, as was the case here.
The dream magician also did not include the Triangle structure from the Grand Grimoire, which I found interesting.
Also intriguing was her choice to use a chalk Circle rather than the skin of a young goat nailed to the ground, as in the Dragon Rouge.
As for my own position in the dream Operation, I simply stood in the large Circle.
Apparently, I was not in danger, because when the Demon manifested to physical appearance, he told me he understood I was “neutral in this affair” and had nothing to fear.
He did not say the same about her.
The Operation: The Demon Appears
The magician’s conjuration method was some kind of hybrid method of the Grand Grimoire and Lemegeton’s Goetia.
However, it appeared that she did not have any of the equipment required in the Lemegeton‘s method and took what she wished from the Grand Grimoire, giving it her own “spin.
The Demon appeared as a white man with long hair and wearing tan-coloured clothing. He appeared older, perhaps as a man in his late 60s.
He stood just at the edge of the Circle and spoke in a warm, deep, and slightly raspy voice.
He had a sly look in his blue eyes and would smirk smugly and superiorly at the woman from time to time as if he saw her as a fool.
The magician never tested the Spirit, nor did he confess his Name. Vaguely, I wondered if he might be the 44th Spirit of the Lemegeton’s Goetia who counts among his powers the ability to “take away the “Sight, Hearing, or Understanding of any Man or Woman at the command of the Exorcist.”
The magician and the Demon spoke briefly and agreed to a Pact. She would not listen to my advice and agreed without clarifying the terms (e.g. specifying an offering as payment) that if the Spirit blinded her enemy, she would “do whatever he asked.”
The Demon later appeared to me by myself and said, with a wry smile, “pity, for her sake, that she did not listen to counsel, or clarify rules or terms of the agreement.”
As a result, she essentially made herself his servant.
The magician, thrilled that the Demon had agreed to her request, ended the ritual abruptly without even giving a License to Depart.
The Spirit, amused, left anyway, winking knowingly at me before he left.
The agreed upon work was done; the target woman in question, a greedy lady who held the legal power to administer the magician’s Trust and finances from her parents, was indeed blinded — but only in one eye.
The goes had not specified that she wanted both eyes blinded.
Still, when she saw her target, she was thrilled by her “success” as a powerful conjurer “whom the Spirits obey.”
His part fulfilled, the Demon began to send the magician out on various “errands” for him.
He sent her to collect salt from an ocean beach, cucumbers from another location, etc.
It was not clear why.
She ignored my counsel as previously and did whatever the Spirit asked.
No wonder the Demon had winked.
Becoming increasingly obsessed with the Spirit, the magician did whatever the Demon asked of her. The commander of Spirits had become the commanded.
The more she interacted with the Spirit, the more it impacted her physically and mentally.
She began to eat less, sleep less, and her body became sick.
She became fixated on fulfilling the Demon’s requests to her own detriment and began to use heroin and crystal methamphetamine, which she had never done before.
Her sanity was crumbling and, with it, her body.
Horrifying History Revealed
Before the dream ended, on one of the Daimon’s “errands,” he sent the magician to pull a root out of the ground. It was a scarlet red radish, a root vegetable I had never seen before but only identified by looking it up after waking.
It resembled a long pink carrot.
She washed the dirt off of it with water from the sea. This was no ordinary radish, however; we were surprised to discover that it was conscious and able to speak.
The enchanted taproot spoke to us out loud and the woman was horrified when it revealed that it knew her — it was her own father.
He said that he, too, had made a Pact with the same Demon she had.
And he, too, had become obsessed with fulfilling its request as it progressively affected him more and more and he withered away.
It appeared to me that the father’s radish appearance was symbolic of his consciousness being “submerged underground” under the influence of the dominating Spirit.
Despite his powerless predicament, he was entirely in denial of his situation.
He shouted at us with crazed fervor.
“I am a great and powerful magician!
The Demons obey me!
They do what I will!
It is I, the Master!
You, my child, shall one day be great like me!“
Looking at the magician’s face, now gaunt and wrinkled despite her youth, I could see that she was mortified.
The reality of the situation had hit her — but too late.
The Dream’s Conclusion
Before I awoke, I saw the long-haired, tan-clothed Demon standing at a distance from us. His eyes were filled with knowing glee at the magician’s tormented realization that her fate would follow her father’s.
The woman stood speechless as the impotent taproot continued to shout.
“I am a great and powerful magician! The Demons obey my every wish!”
The Demon smiled a malevolent smile of sharp, pointy teeth, resembling a predator looking at his prey.
It was only then I realized that the magician’s father had literally become… food.
And so, would she.
Realizing this terrible fate and my inability to improve the situation in any way…
I woke up.
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