Chapter 11
The Marquis Leraje - A walking, talking exigent circumstance…
It will be a challenge to write this chapter. The Marquis Leraje is probably the spirit I know best after Prince Orobas. I can say this about him…he’s got style, so much style, some might say…
This begins in 2015 in Manila. Before my third teacher and I had a mentor student relationship we actually were engaged in a Magickal war. Yes open and direct hostilities. I threw everything I had against this man and to no Avail. Quite simply I was outdone by a stronger, more capable magician than myself. I spent two years on the losing side of that conflict. Finally I was forced to capitulate and surrender, which actually opened the doors to friendship and a mentor student relationship.
It was however during the bad days that this story takes place. During this time my enemy had dispatched a group of nasty spirits to monitor what I was doing and report to him. Yep that happened. These three spirits constantly tortured me with negative hateful messages bombarding the back of my mind day and night. I was desperate for relief. No banishings that I knew were working. I was coming undone.
In fear and despair I called on the Marquis Leraje.
Completely guided by intuition I got myself a caramel apple sliced and placed toothpicks in the slices to represent his arrows. I left this over night with my petition to destroy these spirits. In my dreams that night I saw some kind of kick ass Jedi warrior with a green lightsaber kicking ass.
When I awoke I immediately noticed that the voices in my mind were gone. I wasn’t being tormented anymore. Thank God. Thank Marquis Leraje. That morning I found an older American man camped out on my doorstep. I figured this was a sad foreign beggar and prepared to give him some money and food and send him on his way.
As I tried to give him the money and food he laughed and said I’ve got plenty of money, I heard there was a foreigner here in this building and I wanted to come and check you out. This was getting mysterious…
I bring out a couple of mugs of hot coffee for us and listened to his tale. This man turns out to be an American former special forces soldier serving in the southern island of mindanao as a counter to separatists there. He did show me his military ID but just the physique of this grizzled old bear was enough to convince me.
I listened to more and more of the stories and quickly realized there was something really off about this man, this situation something I couldn’t place. And then,he took out a green Lazer pointer pen and began pointing at different objects while narrating what an air strike looks like. Jesus fuck…a green lazer pen…I was in the presence of the real Marquis Leraje. It was, is my belief that this man was possessed by the Marquis Leraje.
I saw this man many times after the first meeting. He was absolutely amazing and fun to be with but there was always a trail of carnage that he left in his wake. Bar fights, battles in hotel lounges, clashes in casinos.
He was exhilarating but dangerous and had a very short fuse. He’d trip out and knock the shit out of somebody for any slight real or imagined. I got dragged into many battles because of him. I once saw him fight off five men by picking up a 2x4 stick and wielding it against them that he found in nearby garbage.
What’s strange is he was a total gentleman when not in battle, his manners were quite good.
Whenever I call him now through evocation he always reached out to give me a big hug, it’s a little a awkward. I still give him caramel apples with toothpicks in the slices to represent his arrows.
Hail Marquis Leraje.
