(the previous entry was from 03FEB21. This is 04FEB’s entry)
I had been listening to Paleowolf’s Aiwu to start getting into the mood. My preferred track for deep evocation is Origins, but I was listening to Aiwu to start the descent into ritual while reading the book. But as I started reading about Santa Muerte, I got that feeling that I should be doing something in ritual, but didn’t know what it was. Then I remembered that I hadn’t done the prayers/incantations for the day.
There are three initial prayers/incantations listed in the book. To protect his work, I will not list the contents of those, but the entities are listed in the book. They are Azrael, Santa Muerte, and Az Jahi. I’d only interacted briefly with Santa Muerte. It was time to do the work.
Before I started Azrael’s incantation, I heard him whisper that he wanted Dragon’s Blood incense, rather than the patchouli I had been using to help keep the bugs away. I lit some and got started.
I knew he was close by the whisper and as I finished the incantation, I could see part of him in the corner of my ritual area, where it is darkest. Watching, waiting. Dark as night, but would glisten from time to time in the shadows, lit by an unseen light that wasn’t from my tabletop torch flame.
M : “My Lord (honorary), thank you for coming.” I felt him nod and he took a few steps into the light. I saw a middle aged man (age undetermined) in some sort of traveling clothes, a dark, non-shiny poncho or cloak I could only see the hood of and a bit of the tails near his calves, when he moved.
I gave a gesture I had learned in the Middle East. Left hand on the heart . Right arm bent at the elbow, up near the head, palm facing outwards. A disarmed weapon hand, essentially, even for us left-handers.
He mimicked the gesture. There was a quick appraisal before he approved. He then left.
Next was Santa Muerte.
The truth was that I’d already spoken with her today. I felt her presence and work and acknowledged it. Less than an hour ago (at the time of ritual), I invited her inside to taste the Tequila I bought partially to offer to her. I had already poured her offering into a shot glass. The tasting was an additional. Hecate and Hel had confirmed her identity and bid me to treat her as I did them (courtesy-wise).
As I did her prayer, she was already in the area. She circled me as I spoke, impossibly fast in some ways, yet seamlessly perceptible. In other words, shw walked normally within my vision, but lightning fast outside of it. But she completed the circles. I wish I had counted how many, but I was busy with the prayer.
She was pleased and that’s the important part at that moment.
I continued with the invocation of Az Jahi.
Where Santa Muerte was friendly(?), familiar in a way I couldn’t place, Az Jahi was not. I felt her come into my space within a second of sensing her.
She was terrible, dark, business, and dangerous. It’s hard to not be attracted to that, tbh.
She also circled me, but in an almost a predatory way. When the words were finished, she lunged and “bit” me on the cheek. I returned the favor.
We stared at eachother for a few seconds. She grinned slightly and left. I’ll be seeing her again, but getting tested out of the gate is something I prefer with spirits. Gives you an honest look at what’s expected.
About the bite…
My personal view is that not only are we opening additional senses that can see and feel other things, but we’re thinning the veil in that area over time a bit. There is an accumulation of energy over time with rituals, but I think we also thin the barrier between us. I have absolutely nothing scientific to base this on (and won’t try the pseudo-scientific approach many attempt, because I’ve worked in scientific fields). I will leave this at that. But I’ve…done a lot of evocation in this space…
I’m actually quite pleased with these initial encounters. I’m not a “fan” of compelling or forcing an entity to work with me. Based on what I felt (which is hard to put into words), I can call upon them to continue and that’s what I need at this point. I’ve been attacked in my ritual space before, but never bitten. I admired that, actually.