Marbas The Lion-Faced
I just wanted to quickly recount and thank Marbas for his swift assistance (yet again) in repairing a sudden breakdown. My Vehicle fell into disrepair at a truly inopportune time and from the outside it looked like the repairs would be in the hundreds of dollars. I had no time to lament my fate and so I hopped into ritual action. (The eerie fact being that I had thought of Marbas on my last ride before the malfunction.)
I banished, invoked the blessings of the 4 Crowned Princes of Hell, and opened Marbas’s sigil offering him a portion of my essence along with the sparkling red grape I poured into the chalice. (When I poured this libation into the dirt after the ritual the next day, my mouth and nostrils actually flooded with the scent of blood which leads me to believe I preformed a successful transfiguration of “wine” to blood.Woohoo for phenomenon.!)
I managed to patch up the parts of the car that needed fixing well enough to fix around over the course of the next day but still had no plan to repair it. The next day followed suit, but something special happened. During the course of a regular business transaction an individual pulled an old antique out of their pocket - nothing less than a 150+ year old brass lions head. I fixated on the object immediately and would have purchased it on the spot if I could have as I knew it was a major spiritual sign that Marbas was moving.
I searched for a suitable repair shop to go receive my death sentence of a cracked engine block and a raking over the financial coals. My eyes caught on one not 3 miles from my home that I had never noticed before. “Thats the one.” a small, quiet voice suggested to me. I booked my appointment for the next day.
The good news started early, the mechanic walked back into his small but well chilled waiting room and qouted an unbelievably low price to me, with only one part being the issue. He then said that he could get the part to his shop by 3:30 that afternoon. I pumped my fists into the air and had a jolly walk home. Within an hour I was summoned back to the shop (don’t ask me how the part arrived so fast online everyone had to order it.) and by mid-afternoon I was cruising off in my repaired vehicle. I burned Marbas his candle, poured out some more libation, and retired his sigil to the underworld. Hail Marbas!
I swear the best high in the world is the moment of manifestation when you are savoring the sweet moment when your ritualized visualization becomes present reality.