Edit: I decided to put this as a journal as I plan on revisiting this later. I want to reask the questions i did to see if i can get more details. This touches a bit on religion as he is well…considered the bad guy of a faith. This are the raw responses and does touch on things from my past that might offend. You have been warned.
So, I was originally planning on doing this over the weekend with a nice chalk circle, smouldering and all my usual ritual trappings. However, the plans changed with a series of events starting with the obsession of this being’s name in my head. Then I found out I would be waiting for the guy I would be car pooling with to get out of work four hours later than usual. Finally, I had been told to take a step back and observe mey team work as opposed to give a hand, allowing me time to think on how I can use the usual gates i use for evocation away from my temple. I realized i pretty much was going to be evoking in the parking lot at work, whether I like it or not.
It was at the early stages of dawn when I got out into the car. I began by relaxing my body despite the cold through deep breathing and focusing on each of my muscle groups, willing them to ease. I knocked on the dash board three times to mark the beginning of the ritual and performed LBRP in the traditional style. I then layered it with my circle of black fire ritual to serve as a ward against imposters.
I visualized the heat coming off my body, marking it as the gate of fire and opening it. I shifted my focus to the spit shifting in my mouth, marking it as the gate of running water and opening that. I focused on the blood coursing through my body, visualizing it rising to my skin and releasing a red hue of energy, marking it as the gage of blood and opening it. Finally, i focused on my breath, which I could see due to the cold and marked that as the gate of smoke, opening that. With all these mediums for spirits to manifest, i began to chant Satanael’s name.
He came pretty quickly, if he was not already there, as my breath parted as if a face was looking straight at me. His presence was dark and thick, but i got the vibe of curiosity instead of something necessarily hostile. The imagery of a man made from flames with burning eyes came to my mind. So I began the dialog
M: welcome, Satanael. Thank you for appearing here.
S: thank you for inviting me.
M: I wanted a chance to get to know you a bit, so do you mind answering some questions?
S: Ask away,
M: Okay, well would rather go by Satanael or Satan?
S: Satanael. There are others who take the mantle Satan, so that will be simpler.
M: Okay, do you hold that title as well?
S: I do.
M: So, why does no being emerge when i have tried calling Satan in the past? It tends to result in a visual of a fire in my chest as opposed to a being
S: You were not specific enough. As I have said, there are others who hold that title. You technically could as well.
M: please explain.
S: You play the role. You have been the accuser all your life, regardless of the faith you pursued. Have you forgotten your rage at the corruption you witnessed around you as you grew up?
M: No, I have not.
S: And did you not call individuals out on their hypocrisy multiple times throughout your life?
M: -reflects on the fights I used to get in all the time as well as some other acts i did as a Christian such as tearing off crucifixes from people’s throats when i caught them bullying a gay kid, calling them unworthy- i did.
S: then how are you not?
M: I thought that title was reserved for angels?
S: -sighs- things are not always as they appear in your books. You should know that.
M: Okay, what can you bring to the table as far as skills you can teach?
S: Mainly how to influence others by bringing up what they hold inside, how to make someone reveal what they hide, how to prevent yourself from being influenced, and revealing the truth of yourself. But i am not a source of comfort and I am not responsible for how you react to the knowledge as you may not like what you see. That is on you.
M: Interesting. Is there anything you want in exchange?
S: while I appreciate some wine and meat, I rather have discussions. And do not bow, or kneel, or beg (there was quite a bit of force behind this one).
M: Okay, I will keep that in mind. One final question, are you at war with God?
S: -heavy sigh with a groan- why are you humans obsessed with war? I am not. I don’t need to be. Religion is not about the spirits. I am done, but first a parting gift.
At this point I felt a pressure as if a finger was placed on my forehead, following by an intense rush of heat, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. I dismissed the angels, closed the gates, and knocked on the dashboard three times to mark the end of the ritual.
Overall interesting experience that I enjoyed. I stretched myself a bit by evoking away from my temple, Satanael seems interesting, and i am curious of what he may offer in the future. While every spirit can be dangerous, he at least gave a warning about needing to care for your mind while descending into the depths of yourself and did not attack me. So I may do a pathworking with him in the future.