The Necromancer - Beginning the path

I did the Baneful Rite of the Druj Nasu, at the encouragement of both Az Jahi and the Druj Nasu. It’s been windy and I wasn’t sure the candle would stay lit for any amount of time.

I did the prayer of Az Jahi and the Invocation of the Blood Moon. I started doing the Invocation of the Druj Nasu.

As I went through the Druj invocation, I was nudged to use my sigil for the female form that presented the first time. Using it, she came.almost immediately.

There is a mantra for when the candle is made “properly” (pg 113). I started charging the candle (shown above) with it and after three repetitions, I was stopped. The female Druj pointed towards the candle. She would charge it for me and then gave that she would still help the working. Sounded like a win to me.

She motioned when she was done and the part of her that entered the candle came back. I started the Invocation. I wasn’t using the box it called for as a binding prop, so I went straight to the next part, where the curse was laid out.

The candle is now lit and when it is finished, I will place it within my makeshift urn, where the fish promised (offered) to watch over it.

This same target was my request in a working group that is finishing up today. I will be pleased when this pedo gets the justice he has earned.


I did two rituals tonight - the Nexus of Death Urn (completion) and the Skull of Death Relic.

I finally had a sacrifice willingly come into my ritual area - a Scolopendra - giant centipede . One stomp is not enough for most of these and their bites are quite painful. I could’ve nabbed a bird yesterday that was injured and on my back porch, but I knew something I would be killing anyhow would come along. And if I hadn’t the insecticide they spray around the doorways would’ve. Perfect. image

I finished up the ritual and moved on.

The Skull of Death Relic ritual went all right. I used the magpie skull instead of a human one. I did forget to use the bone powder with the Frankincense and only use one incense disk instead of the three it called for. If I had a room for this stuff instead of my fire-hazard backyard, I would probably spread out a bit more.

Rather than do it in a graveyard, where I wouldn’t have time to complete the ritual before the cops came, I did it here, just off of Pearl Harbor. I had energetic attachments to three graveyards here and Pearl Harbor and broadcasted my intent across the island. I do a similar thing when I call out to see if any spirits are ready to move on.

This approach netted me the (initial) attention of thousands, instead of a few dozen at the local yard. This isn’t un heard of, as there are old burial practices where the departed’s bones are interred in the family household. There is an acceptance of deceased family still being around. Consequently, there are MANY dead here. It’s part of the culture.

When I spoke the verses, calling the willing to come, I could feel entities and energies responding to my call and entering the skull. I had spoken with Santa Muerte prior and made sure that none would be bound unwillingly in doing this, partially because of the mantra given to seal the energies in that no translation is provided for. She assured me this wasn’t anything to worry about and wouldn’t happen.

What I wasn’t quite prepared for was having Anuas come into my ritual space as I vibrated his name over the skull. He came at that point and stayed until the end. I will say that he approved of the ritual (his ‘blessing’, if you will). I will also say that he would’ve liked it unchanged. I was still pleased that he accepted it and he left as I was writing down my impressions in the grimoire, clearly not looking for a drawn-out conversation tonight.

I liked the text in the different areas. It matched the part of the ritual they were in.

Things I would’ve like to have known:

  • The backwards 3. Why backwards and what is the exact meaning of the 3? The Angel, Saint, and Goddess? A simple inversion of the Trinity?

  • Why the two purple candles at the end for meditation? Why purple? Why at the end? Why not a triangle with the black one?

Oh, two neat-ish things happened with the skull in the ritual. You speak or vibrate things over the skull and a few times. For a few seconds in different parts, the skull looked black, instead of the clean white with the black beak. Another time, there was something almost infernal inside of the skull, looking back at me through the eye sockets. I’ve not had any alcohol or anything else today.


I woke up thinking of the Skull of Death relic. I knew I needed to use it, despite feeling a little under the weather. I went through the remaining rituals and I also needed the Necromantic Elixir, which still has a week remaining. It thought about speeding it up, but kept feeling that that wasn’t what was supposed to happen this morning.

Another thought popped into my head after reviewing parts of the book. Anuas, the Descended Master. I knew it was part of it, bit it didn’t give me any additional information. I decided I was going to open the relic, open his seal, and see what happened.

I put my right hand over the relic and felt the skull open as my energy connected to it. I felt the current coming from it and matches the energy in the environment closely to it, creating a sort of ritual field from it. As I put my hand back over it, I could feel…things…on the other side that were paying attention.

I opened Anuas’ seal and set the skull on top of it. I heard, “Evoke me into your space”, so I did.

A: “I don’t like all of your substitutions. (Individually, not as a whole)”

M: “I don’t like all of your ingredients.”. (He came over to my table and looked at the magpie skull).

A: “Should’ve been a human skull.”

M: “Would’ve cost me my marriage, most likely.”

A: “And?”

M: “I didn’t see a spell in there for easing spousal fears over human skulls. Are you going to give me one?” (I heard a single chuckle)

He bent over the relic and touched it where the third eye would’ve been. I could sense a change in that spot, but couldn’t see what happened. It turned a great deal dark, until it was a black spot.

A: " Crows have 3rd eyes, too." He.left without explaining.


This was bothering me. The phrase about crows (not ravens, specifically) having the third eye. I wasn’t finding much in my Google searches (which weren’t exhaustive, but exploratory). I also felt that the answer wasn’t there.

I started.thinking about what my simplistic knowledge of crows could mean I relation to this. Crows fly, they’re smart, live a while (generally), … Flying hit a little something, but it wasn’t quite it. Flying is a means of transportation. Traveling. I needed to travel. Great, but I can’t leave this island at the moment… Hell, sometimes I’m so dense…

In settled onto my bed and slowly calmed myself. When I started slowing down, I pictured the crow and projected wherever I was to end up to meet it.

I was at the end of an old, splintered dock at the edge of a wide, black river. Everything in the environment had a run down, decrepit look, but the atmosphere wasn’t gloomy. The hills, the trees, grass…all of it.

A crow came and perched on my right shoulder, looking at me with all three eyes. The third eye didn’t blink. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a literal three eyed crow. It seemed to take amusement in this. I recognized that it was an actual spirit and not a self projection of some sort. It recognized this, somehow, but said nothing.

I knew the river wasn’t to be waded through and somehow knew there was a ferry man to pole me through the water. I called out to him and he came a few minutes later. Just a skeleton pushing a small boat along by pole. I climbed on and rather than flying, the crow stayed perched on my shoulder.

We travelled down the winding river, until we came to a dock. I could see Anuas there, waiting for me, standing next to a well worn altar made of skulls. “You could be here.”, he said, his right hand gesturing to the altar.

“Or you could be there.”, his left hand gesturing to a two story building made of various bones, with skulls as the corners. It was like a church, but without a steeple.

“Why would I choose either?”

He brought my attention back to the altar. “Some of these were friends, some of them foes, all had ability. You can come here and learn from them, get advice and impressions from them.”

“Why go to the {church} if I can go to the altar

He seemed amused by this, “Because that is where many of the great ones go. People with significant ability (in this area). They leave a part of themselves here, that others can learn from them.”

He gave the impression that I wasn’t ready to learn from those in the building, which is absolutely fair. I’ve just gotten formally started. But it was interesting to know that I could some day and that I a part.of it - if I chose to go that far. He also knew I’ve been asking myself just how far I want to go after this book. (I don’t know, to be honest)

“You found the crow. He will serve you well as a guide in this endeavor (the path working).” He gave the impression that this was now a familiar for me in this path and that it was chosen by him to match up with me.

I thanked him for the knowledge and felt my head turn towards the crow. He pecked me in my third eye and I returned.


Should probably go file those papers :see_no_evil:

I laughed at that to be honest.


I know, right? I did find it a little amusing, but he was serious when he said it. I told him I wasn’t looking to go exclusively with the current, so why toss everything away for it?


It am starting to think these spirits don’t like marriages that they don’t have a say in.


I think that is the case sometimes. If it gets in the way. But they do have to spend some energy and time if they want it gone. Not saying it’s at that level. Haven’t heard of many divorces because one of them didn’t like it, but I haven’t been paying attention for that.

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This is going to be a long entry. Because of this, I will be leaving out some of the conversations.

I saw stories of two children that died needlessly, painfully, destructively today. Let the courts have their say. Mine will be much harsher. But Death isn’t the goal.

As I began my mental preparation, I realized that the first priority was the children. I could feel Hecate and Hel already agreeing and moving closer. Another forum member has several dead children that stay with her. If they’re not ready to move on, I will send them her signature. Hecate and Hel will move them on when they’re ready and make sure they get to my friend safety. As I was thinking of this Azrael said that he would help convince the children. Of what, he didn’t say.

I talked quickly with Santa Muerte, who came forward for the task. To increase their suffering (those responsible), she agreed to allow the Shadow People to also participate. They were my first choice, as a supplement.

As I prepared for the first set, I got everything ready.

Azrael came again and wanted a piece of the punishment, too. That was fine. It was agreed that Santa Muerte was running the show. I dressed the candles, wrote out the names, and noticed the child was in my ritual space already. I must’ve called on them accidentally , through intent and emotion. Hecate and Hel were present, so I let the child know to call on either of them, when the child was ready to move on. I then showed him the signature of the forum member. He left immediately, as soon as I let him know he was now safe.

I then called on those present to show me the signature of the child and the two adults responsible… Focusing on the child caused them to come without delay. I repeated the process I had with the other, with the same result.

At this point, it started to rain, so I had to move the table onto the porch.

This situation was slightly different than the first. There was supposed to be an entity present that started all of this. I asked for the signature of the entity and got it (I don’t know who gave it to me, the group was acting together to help).

I turned my incense triangle into a binding one by tracing the outline with my shadow wand and setting the intent. (Same process as outlining an area I’ve written about above, different intent.) Once I had the signature, I began the process of evoking it. One of those present saved me the time and it appeared in the triangle. I tortured it as I dissolved it into the Corrupted Stone (used for energetic offering to Legion and the Shadow People). Once it was dissolved, I sealed the stone.

I opened a Shadow Portal to talk to Legion. While I could call them through the Shadow Gate a mile away, I wanted to open one again, here, for this singular request. It was a personal ritual, not just business. It was like a breath of fresh air when the portal opened and I was hit with the energy I had gotten used to. Legion accepted the task and that it would be coordinated with Santa Muerte, until she released them to do as they will.

I needed to give Legion an official offering, even if he would’ve simply accepted their suffering in its place. I decided to do something different and turned to those present.

“I need you to send me their pain as they were hurt, beaten, betrayed, and died. All of it. I will funnel it into the stone and the candles, to add to my rage.” I intended to absorb it directly and channel it into the items. Instead, I followed the prompting to create a sphere of energy to act as a collector.

As soon as I created it, all 4 (not Legion) channeled the energy into it. Once Legion gave the prompt that he had enough, I redirected and let the streams split to their respective candles, adding to what I had put in earlier. I added what had come up when I was feeling this energy come through. Legion was pleased , so I closed the portal.

Now it was time for the payment. None of them expected more than what I had given on their candles or similar. But I pay for what I want. This would be a mixture of pain and blood. I slid the scalpel across the side of my index finger a few times. This would cause the pain to flare up at work, too, whenever that finger was used for a day or two.

The offering accepted, I lit the candles and did the Prayer And Spell for Destroying Enemies, substituting appropriately for suffering and torment for each of the parties (and those that weren’t mentioned). On the third iteration, Santa Muerte indicated it was enough.

I thanked them and closed the ritual.

When I had mostly cleaned up and the candles were still burning, Anuas came into my ritual space.

“Next time, place the name under the Skull of Death relic, link them, and send your energy into a candle, while focusing on the (linked) skull. Form the link, attach them all, and let it loose.” He left right after.

I saw bits and pieces of of colors, blood, etc… The point was to show some of the uses for the Skull. I’m more of an energetic worker than an herbalist or root worker. I was thankful for the breadcrumbs. I’ll need to experiment to turn it into something consistently workable, but it was nice to get something that more resembled my typical practice.


I called upon the Ko spirit (on pg 87), despite. feeling ill. I felt I should project to him, since it would cost less energy wise. I gazed at his seal until I felt it open, mentally reached out to him to confirm, and projected.

He met meat my landing space I once used as an astral temple 20+ years ago. I asked him for a key to unlock more of my potential. I expected a journey, a riddle, something to give me a clue to find it.

Instead, he reached out with a key with chain and bid me to put it on.

The chain itself was.a cheap, break away kind used with dog tags. The key jutted out from a cylinder base, probably an inch and a half in diameter. I.put it on and looked at the key. It seemed relatively unremarkable and was three or four inches long. What was I supposed to do with this?

I flipped the key around, grabbed it with both hands, and plunged it into my chest. I then turned it and felt some pieces moving inside. Something had happened, but I didn’t feel any different.

He indicated I should follow him. We flew over a morphing landscape that was mostly a blur, until we came to a shore with a single, large rock. I knew the area was used for gatherings, but I didn’t know what kind. No one else was nearby and the sky was now dark, like dusk.

I pushed the key into the rock and this allowed me to somehow connect with it. I felt like things were happening in the background and I put my hand on the rock to try to sense what it was. I was learning “lessons”, but couldn’t tell what they were. I could only feel the communication happening.

At this point, I could sense he was almost done with me for this trip. He indicated that the truest lessons came from sinking the key into the “heart” of the thing (whatever thing it was - object, person, situation). If only a “limb” was possible, it would lead to the “heart” with time and effort. He then sent me back.

I can see a lot of use cases for this. Too many to type out on this device.


The spirit of a middle aged gentleman in a suit and tie came into my room. He looked like many of the people here with a heavy Asian ancestry, but not exclusively, meaning there may be some Polynesian in his family. He loomed at me until I acknowledged him, then nodded, and walked back downstairs.

Since I’ve noticed so many random spirits since starting this, I believe I’m going to open Hel’s gate and leave it open for spirits to go through. I’m a little on the fence still, but will likely do it as soon as I feel better.

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