So I fucked up. The situation might be set, but I don’t think it is. I seek the experienced magi of this forums opinions on a situation I got us into.
I have a friend struggling with a drug addiction to heroin. I was hooked on opiates long ago, but got clean. His brother died a few months ago, and out of desperation he used a Ouija board. He attracted something, not Pazuzu but under Pazuzu.
My friend had a lot of fuckery occur after that. Poltergeist activity, cold spots, shit turning on and off. He had a fire on his bed, and after that was stamped out, overdosed the next day. He’s still alive though.
So I visit without knowing about the overdose, and made contact with the spirit by smoking a cigarette with it. Nasande, spirit of plague. I asked if there was a way for it to leave peacefully. Offering to Pazuzu.
So I’ve been trying to adjust my views. I could’ve came in chanting guns blazing so to speak, but I honestly thought that would have been overkill. Why be mad at the thing for doing what is in its nature to do? I asked my friend what would be a sacrifice, for peace. His addiction, he replied.
He was resolute on it. We discussed it for a few hours. He wanted to make the offering to Pazuzu, to keep things out. I’m not sure if it was hubris on my end, “super occult dude here to save the day” messiah syndrome or simple fucking naivety, but I offered to middleman the offering/pact. I saw it as a way to outside the box solve the haunting, and my friends addiction. He was so certain he was willing. He even convinced me. Or maybe I just wanted to help in my way.
In return for the sacrifice of man-made recreational chemicals, plagues would be kept at bay and abundance would be near. All parties agreed.
But he didn’t keep to it.
Now, two days ago he literally shot himself in the foot, a day ago had a dream and found he has a new entity, and this one is digging claws into him. It “has a noose for him”.
As things stand now, I will go to his home tonight and do a banishing. Hardest core I can. It’ll work for the moment. But I’m worried that I’ve made the bed for him, and he’ll have to lay in it. If he dies, I’ll be part responsible. A very poignant lesson, the severity of which I definitely feel already. He’s been a close friend for a long time.
I FUCKED UP, AND GOT TOO CONFIDENT. Tried to resolve an issue in a dumb dumb way. So I ask the fellows here… what would your game plan be now?