It had been a long while since my last official summoning, and I was feeling the urge to try and be in a demon’s presence and see if I could parse any revelations or do any working. My sibling ended up approaching me though with the BEST opportunity. Their ex partner had acted out physically and manipulatively. They were already out of the situation completely, but we’re both stinkers and felt pretty wrathful about the situation and wanted to try something. They asked me to curse them, since any sort of IRL pranks were out of the question due to reasons (our usual option), and considering the circumstances, I thought it was a good reason as any to plan a big ritual.
I had done divination to determine what type of curse to cast, and came up with a working using a candle and wordsmithing/calling on beings I worked with for the curse (Fire + Air, from the divination). When I was looking through my books for demons to inquire, one of the ones that stood out to me the most was President Glasya-Labolas. I had never worked with him before, but his title as an Author of Manslaughter interested me the most. Whenever I want to do a big summoning, I usually will ‘make acquaintance’ by setting up either a temporary standalone altar or by changing around my main altar to reflect colors/attributes the demon I’m housing at the time would like, and will give offerings + prayers throughout the days up towards whatever date I decided to have the ritual on. I made up a list, but it thinned down to the President pretty quickly. I had definitely given him lots of bacon, incense, sweat, alcohol, breath, and time as offerings. I had also recently finished a historical text on using the written and spoken word for enchantment, so I felt excited to try it out in the working. My idea was this was the basic guideline of what I wanted to do, but I was going to summon Glasya-Labolas and see if he could give me any extra special insight that could add to the working, or if he could give me his blessing in the matter.
As a preemptive, I made a protection/defense bottle for my sibling before doing any of the working, also blessed in Glasya-Labolas’ name to make sure they stayed safe from their ex and their home was happy. While setting up the mood over the week for the ritual and trying to get in tune with Glasya-Labolas’ ‘vibe’ with more research over the days, I had done my usual, other preemptive to cursing (especially in the name of a demon/in preparation for a ritual)– I like to make a curse target “into a pie” by turning ingredients into poppets and basically working them over into something edible, “creating” the person, and devouring it as an act of symbolic cannibalism. I’ll usually give the first slice to either Satan or the demon in question as an offering of the “target” and eat a piece myself and give the rest to family, friends, etc– the more who eat the pie the better. It’s a hex I created to weaken the target and prepare them for whatever curse I’m going to lay on them fully later (and everyone I know loves it to death).
I know Glasya-Labolas preferred daylight hours, but I can usually only run these types of rituals late at night so I won’t disturb my roommate. I tried to make up for it by doing the brunt of the cleansing, offering, and tool prep/prayer during the day (like a deep-cleaning including rosemary soap shower, cleaning the whole house of chores and trash especially my room and altar space, etc), and at sundown I began the ritual. I consumed my entheogen and called him from the South with a unique incense I mixed myself with some of his favorites (like Rosemary). Whenever I call demons, I ask them to appear to me in any form they wish; invoking or evoking, man or animal or composite creature, to work next to me or empower me, etc, and usually try to let my senses detect if they’re here or not– I’m not ever worried if I don’t ‘feel’ a presence, I know they can hear and feel what I’m putting out no matter what, even if it’s only a little. Sometimes I’ve felt nothing (but had workings still go right), and sometimes they’ve appeared to me as visual hallucinations I could hear or lightly feel (depending on the strength of the entheogen I took and other physical variables), or as uncontrollable voices/images/urges in my head during the drugged trance states of the ritual if not any “visible” form.
Glasya-Labolas appeared to me as the latter; I couldn’t “see” a form, but it was a feeling of unquestionable “there”ness and a feeling like a voice talking over my thoughts, about ~30 mins after consuming the prepped entheogen. I felt energized and it was pleasurable to move and twist my joints, and it felt like sometimes Glasya-Labolas would urge me to move in certain ways. I partly theorize post-ritual that maybe he didn’t appear fully because it wasn’t his usual dominant hours and maybe had to rely on my body, but it didn’t inhibit the ritual at all (you can still call and wake your friend up at 3 am, if you bring enough pizza around). He was very friendly and excitable and ready to get into a horrible curse without question. I couldn’t stand to think about eating much due to the entheogen I consumed, but he was extremely pressed for these fruit-filled cakes I had, and I kept consuming more for his pleasure without thinking about it. He was delighted to smoke, and enjoyed the record I picked to play during the ritual. In the end, we “co-authored” a small written work on the target’s death with a special ink + paper and filled the offered alcohol bottle with the ground herbs we used, the papers, and target taglocks before sealing it with a lit candle and a binding chain I plan to apply Glasya-Labolas’ sigil charm to when I get my hands on one.
The target is already in a collection of bad situations. He’s basically homeless and manipulates women to have places to stay because he owes his first landlord 5,000$+ so cannot sign leases, and has reoccurring bad health due to self-destructive ways, all BEFORE I put the curse down. He has not been in a safe, secure situation for who knows how long, and groups of women online pass his name around in their city; I know that with or without me, he doesn’t live a peaceful life no matter what. President Glasya-Labolas has his scent as long as the bottle is sealed, and I am grateful for his enthusiasm to join me at such a late hour! It felt so fun to work with him and I know I’ll call on him again for his fiery protection in the future.
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