This first happened about 12 years ago, but I can’t be certain of the time. The first Egyptian star god, or Arrow, that I met was Rigel. I saw this being as a man with glowing white skin—white like starlight, not the human skin tone called white. His hair was silky black and down to the middle of his back. He was dressed in a black suit, had black feathered wings, and wielded a sword. I saw that there was a blur where his face should be. It was kind of weird, like he had no face.
I asked him about it. He said, “Mortals aren’t allowed to look upon our faces.”
His energy and demeanor was like a haughty aristocrat’s. He told me that Arrows have the rank of Prince or Princess in the Egyptian pantheon. The gods are Kings and Queens and Ra is King of Kings. Rigel said that he was proud of who he is, a Prince, a child of the gods, a terrifying spirit of death and plague. He wanted me to be proud of who I am, too.
It was hard. I had been raised in the Baptist Fundamentalist church. I had been taught that I was shit and I didn’t deserve to be alive because I am so very filthy and sinful just for the crime of being born a human. I know it’s bullshit, but a childhood of having shame drilled into me is hard to erase.
Plus I had been taught that pride is a sin. Now here is a star, urging me to be proud. I examined my thoughts. I had no problem with other people claiming to be proud of themselves, but it felt wrong for me. Perhaps because my shitty narcissistic “mother” was quick to crush the slightest bit of self-esteem she spotted in me.
Looking back, I’m way better now than the embarrassing crybaby I used to be. I’m stronger, more sure of myself.
Yesterday while browsing the forum, I came across the thread containing the seal of Raziel. I drew it on a scrap of paper and tucked it into my pocket. Instantly I felt it working. I could feel a lot of shit spewing out of me, including a bit of a parasite I thought I had gotten rid of. I feel calmer and my mind is clearer. It’s been 24 hours and the sigil is still kicking shit out.
Rigel came. I noticed that I could hear him better. He scolded me for having a few empty soda bottles in my car. “Disgraceful,” he said. He hates messes. I get to work and he reminds me to stand up straighter and put my shoulders back. I am a child of the gods, too, so I must act like it.


