A Song of Blood and Chalices - The Original Accident and Dream

  I was a quick fingered thief. I did not belong here. But that is always the thing when I end up in these sorts of situations. I don’t know. I am not quite lucid. I am in a strange suspended reality between cognition and the observer. I am helplessly aloft and yet piloting foreign hands and shifting eyes. And I’m being spoken to by a hushed man, youthful but aged terribly by costly prices. He has a hood over his eyes and he is passing me money over the rickety bar table that may have once been a cable spool of some sort. I accept the cash and I am reminded that once I return the object of interest from the Citadel of Blood I will get the other three fourths of pay. The amount presented to me is enough to make my breath catch in my throat. He doesn’t specify what I am looking for. But this is not the first time I have done any sort of excursion in a place considered forbidden. Nothing is untouchable to the right hands and the right mind. He just tells me I will know it when I see it. In a seemingly abandoned fortress of old rock and wood riggings, I can only imagine that the place has been gutted before.

I depart from this tavern and I leave the village. This place is guarded and heavily so. The walls are pillars of pikes tightly packed and sharp as blades, tall and foreboding. These people are keeping something out. I somehow know where I am going. I know how to navigate the woods that are barricading the distance between here and the open plains that spread out once the treeline dies. It is not far and it is observable from a distance and watches over the ocean. It would threaten to spill over with how the stone peels over the edge of the cliffside, holding it steady with sheer force of stubborn curses alone.

The ramparts are in ruin when I come upon them. They haven’t been maintained in a while and rotting wood beams where people once made effort to reconstruct its former glory are all that I have to climb the stone walls. I do this with relative ease. I know where I am going only because my employer that has commissioned my particular talents has given me acute instructions. Including the wary warning of: “Do not, under any circumstances, touch anything else if it can be helped.” 

I am sceptical of there being anything in the fort when I find that the door is not locked. I am fully aware that I am not the only raiding thief that will have managed to gain entry to this place, regardless of superstitions of the cult that once occupied this building’s bones. Whoever I am, I am always careful. Regardless, I ensure the door can open and close behind me without any concern or worry when I enter the centre chamber. I test the handle and the hinges and I check for any sort of concerning resistance but it swings open and closed from the outside world to this round room with the ease of a door that has been freshly put on its hinges. I do not think much of it, but I am satisfied with the results nonetheless. I let the door shut behind me and I am faced with the most void of rooms I have seen in a while. The steps cascade down thickly and widely and the pedestal in the centre has been empty for aeons.

With certainty I know there is nothing for me in this chamber. But the three doors ahead of me absolutely catch my eye. The filigree motifs in the door themselves are worth a fortune. But that is absolutely not what I came for and it would take ages to pries the metal off of the hickory. The door to the left has one serpent. The door in the middle has three and the door on the right has two serpents. I understand that it is an elegant numerical system, and proceed to the door of two. I test the frame and I run my fingers along layers of dust. I find nothing and furthermore the door is locked completely. I check the farthest door on the left. Once more, nothing is present and the door is fastly refusing to open. My flanks are sealed and I try the centre door. It opens with no resistance.

The inside is lavish and beautiful. The entrance hailing a little off to the left of the room, the massive circular chamber extends more off to my right than any other direction. Though to my left the rounded room juts into a wall of texts and tomes lining the thickly dust covered and cobweb caked leather and spines. At the far centre of the room at the back the headboard of a horrifically large bed is layered in a silvery dusting that absolutely is already beginning to feel choking. The room has not been touched for an unordained amount of time and it absolutely shows. There is no trace that someone else has been here in an exceptionally long time.

The chest at the foot of the bed seems to have not been opened and the seemingly out of place banquet table to my far right seems untouched, though it has been set up in preparation for something that never had the chance to come to pass. The room itself is absolutely colossal. Though not overbearingly large, it is exceptionally massive and I am almost certain it should have begun to bleed into the other side where the door of two serpents would have been. I do not think too long on this concept.

I get to work and I check the chest at the foot of the bed. It is humbly empty. The bedside tables are full of parchments too aged and yellowed to be of interest and nothing strikes me as particularly interesting. Each space I carefully check seems empty and the value of this room would most likely come from the texts and tomes themselves if anything. But nothing seems to stand out to me. Nothing strikes me as a “You will know it when you see it.” 

Feeling like I have exhausted most options, I draw my attention to the banquet table. Surely there is something here that would be “the item”. But my patience is thin and I am beginning to feel uneasy the longer I stay in this room. I absolutely do not belong here and the fleeting thrumming of my heart in my ribcage gets more and more potent the longer I waste lingering here. My eyes scan up and down all of the platters and plates and utensils, hoping to catch something left in the dust here. But it is not until I notice that there is a podium, crafted of a wood and stone I am not familiar with. On one end of the table there is the seat where you would expect the Host or the Guest of Honour would be. I spend a few moments dissecting the purpose of this seating arrangement but remind myself that the place was once occupied by a dubious and feared cult with an equally feared God at its head.

But sitting upon the lacquered wood of this odd obelisk of commanded attention is silver. It catches my eye in a way that it should not and I step up to it. But all things are wrong with the silver. It is a chalice. This should not be alarming in the slightest with the ring of dust around its base, the dusting heavy on the pedestal here. But my gut drops and the adrenaline that begins to course through me tells me to leave and to run as far away as I can. The room has been long since abandoned and it is as silent as silence gets, everything muffled by the physical observation of intense age and years of abandonment. So the fluttering flight and flee instinct I feel in the pit of my stomach like ice dropped to my core should have no business being here. But the chalice is full, ebony and thick filled almost to the brim. Not a single fleck of dust has settled on this chalice. Not upon its glimmering and grinning curves or into the reddish hue of the abyssal black that occupies this vessel. Everything about this chalice is wrong. And that is exactly why I do not run.

This, of all things, surely is the item I am seeking. What else could it possibly have been? After all, if not a single soul has stepped foot in these chambers for aeons, and yet here we have the cleanest, most polished and pristine chalice of dubious liquid at the seat of highest attention, then what else could I be here for? I check all sides of it and I check under the podium. I feel for anything that may release when I lift the chalice. I contemplate the fluid and what I am to do with it. And I know for sure that I am not going to drink it. Fuck that. I think about tossing the liquid over the bannister of the ramparts once I leave and just wash it out in the nearest stream.

But what comes next is absolutely not accounted for or calculated for. What happens is unprecedented and haunted me to my core. The creak of wood comes from the door as it is swung open slowly. Metal on metal grates against one another as the soldiers come. Their colours suggest religious affiliation. I recognize them as a sort of templar. And I can only imagine how awful it looks that I am here. Of course some religious zealots would have guarded this place. The cursed building is, after all, considerably off limits to commonfolk. But the numbers that track through that doorway surprise me a little. And I immediately do not think about why there are arbelists pointed towards me. The commanding officer tells me in both a trembling voice and a commanding tone that I need to put the chalice down.

It takes me longer than it should to realise that the positions they have taken are defensive and the breathing they have is laboured. I don’t move, but instead offer the chalice to them. They almost back away at this as I move it in their direction. There is at least three metres between us, perhaps more. But they shy all the same and the stammering that comes from the commanding officer tilts my head in confusion. I ask what it is that I am holding.

They do not answer me. I demand again to know what it is that I am holding, accentuating and punctuating each syllable with a fear that has crept up my spine and is making my hand shake as I realise I have begun to hold it away from my body. Yet I am still attached to the price tag on this object, or at least the idea of it for the time being. The only reply I get is another command to put the chalice down. But before the officer can really finish his sentence, one of his men has a heavy trigger finger and the crack and snap of cables and wood echoes past him.

The bolt misses me almost embarrassingly. I know it was a warning shot. But this does not stop my reflexive rejection of the chalice. The arm force I use to throw the chalice sends it colliding with one of the men to the left of the officer. And the sound that erupts into the room like a crack of thunder makes all blood leave me for a brief moment as I know my eyes are that of a fearful prey animal before a predator.

The shrill shriek of a man dying cracks through me and pits my gut to the core. I am stock still as if that would even help me. I have no concept of what was happening but I shudder to think of it. The wailing would have shook the walls if they were not hard cold stone, but the party that came in after me absolutely distanced themselves as if their lives depended on it. This was absolutely a horrifying truth.

The man was coated head to toe in rich thick viscous red; surely the chalice was not so large that it was enough volume to consume a man. And yet there we all stood, horrified as the man seemed to be eaten away. It took us no time to scramble for that door. My body a lot smaller and lithe than the armoured military that came after me scrambled with utter disregard for their comrade. In seconds we were to the door that we all came in from and with utter terror it would not budge. The crushing fear that I, irrefutably, was going to perish in this place ran through my mind. My hands shook as I was ushered to get the door open. I flicked out picks and tried and tried and tried, snapping and bending metal that found no purchase on any tumblers in the iron lock. The group that was now desperately huddling around me had stopped for a moment as I continued to desperately pick at the lock. Their silence crept down my spine and sent gooseflesh across my body as the air became still and cold. I dared not look too long but I glanced over my shoulder.

The red was moving. Like it has possessed the soldier from before, it undulated and roiled, swollen and heavy. It had no true shape or mass I could make out, but the remains of a body that had fallen out of it like some sort of twisted gelatin could be seen from the room we all once occupied.

With rapidity, the thing was upon them. It somehow moved slowly and faster than we could react at the same time and the frantic ushering for me to open the door became choked and fearful sobs.

I don’t know how or when I slipped free, but I watched the hands that clutched my shoulder in desperation be wrenched from me as the liquid mass latched onto and coated one of the six remaining soldiers. Panic settled in, but my lead legs swiftly had me weaving away from the group that tried so very hard to follow. But as I toppled over a skeleton, devoid of supple tissues or ligaments any longer, I found the heels of my feet kicking the door shut in the face of my fellow intruders. I latched the door and prayed it would hold.

There were no differences between the sounds of fear and the sounds of death. The only things that came between were spluttering and choked sobs and gurgling sounds that should not have come from a human being. They eventually stopped. All of them stopped. There was a final sputter and a final sickening wet sound against the stonework floor. The splattering smack of harsh liquid on a flat surface made my gut chur one final time before I emptied my stomach bile into the corner junction along the wall behind the door. It had become far too much. 

I was not blessed with the sanctity of silence for long before I heard sound beyond the door. I scrambled for that banquet table and found myself crawling under the draping cloth, black as night and as dark as my eyes squeezed shut. And in the chill of fear, I listened to the latch be undone. Movement, but not like the saturated mucilaginous movement that occupied the chambers before. This sounded almost human. But I knew that whatever it was could be anything but. My heart still hammering in my chest, I kept as still as possible even when the seat at the far end of the table was pulled out and something sat there. I could not tell you how long I hid there in utter dread. With complete certainty I knew I was going to die. Surely and certainly I was to never leave these halls. This would be my final resting place and at the mercy of some unknown abomination.

My breath stopped entirely when the voice came. Slow and careful, the tone was easy and palatable and a far cry from the awful sounds that had come from the only other human beings I had shared an unfortunate time with previously. I was calmly asked how long I intended to hide under the table.

I could not possibly have felt my body temperature drop any further but of course, it did. I was told that it was “safe to come out… if you’d like.”

I compelled myself with stiff joints and sore muscles clenched in fear to come out from my hiding spot. As I stood, I locked eyes with the source of terror that had crawled from the sheer depths of a chalice. Though no more an amorphous shape of clotting blood, pallid skin and rich red eyes were softly lidded and scrutinising me. His hair was long and elegant, gently braided in the back and the robes he wore were long and loose. And around his neck was an awfully beautiful and stunning red jewel. And when I saw it, I knew. 

“You do not belong here,” he crooned at me, and for the first time in theoretical hours I became self aware. I remembered who I was and what I had been doing. The occupant and the observer. The internal mechanisms of the “me” I was became particularly confused and uncertain. But he disregarded it and carried on. He proceeded to tell me that he was grateful. He was pleased to have been released from his imprisonment. He also understood that I was an unwitting cohort. He assured me that I need not be worried. I would be returned safely as thanks for my aid. Not only would I be returned, but so would the occupied body. I did not know what to say or how to respond at all. I was at a loss. But when I next awoke, it was almost five in the morning. I was shaking and covered in a thick layer of cold sweat. And there was a sensation akin to a chill that I could not place properly that told me that it would not be the last time I would see him.

Collective Teatise of Adrastos, Lord of Blood

Adrastos, Lord of Blood

Direction: West to Southwest during the first half of the year. South to Southeast during the second half of the year. 

Element: Water to Fire

Aromas: Patchouli, Sweetgrass, Rose, Lavender, Copal, Tobacco

Offerings: Dried herbs and resins, red teas, pomegranate, wines (rose), chocolate, blood, water.

Chants and Invocations: 

Serpents of One, the ritual has begun

Serpents of Two, this vessel for you

Serpents of Three, the door opens for thee.*

Cosmic Blood, Chalice spilled, Adrastos of Blood, Released by will, I call to the skies, rich auburn dies, flow rich and hot, show me what I do not.**

*Offerings and opening communication

**Divination and Scrying/Channelling

Adrastos is a God of Blood, holding blood sacred and a divine force of life and energy. Appears as a cosmically colossal serpent black as the void and speckled with the fragments of stars, reflective scales; in some places Adrastos has been said to be a devourer of worlds. It is highly suspected this is purely based on His mass alone. 

Adrastos most commonly appears in the form of a comely man with sharp crimson eyes and silky long black hair, draping far down his back. Often it is woven into a few braids. He wears a stunning rich red jewel around his neck. It is difficult to describe it or compare it to a mineral we are familiar with here. He is soft featured and calm, and provides a warm energy that makes visitors at ease in his presence. He wears silken robes in hues of red and silver during the first half of the year or red and gold in the second half of the year. Despite the luxury and lavish appearance he may give, his voice is calm and soft, smooth and careful. Everything about him seems elegant.

He is a patient and wise Divine that is said to be an infinite source of divine Blood. His blood is said to grant the imbiber Divine focus, healing, wisdom, spiritual nourishment, and connect the self to the spirit. Unification of the spirit and the body, instinct, feeling, and core sensations and the understanding of them are focuses of Adrastos. Knowledge of Arcane Arts and Ritual structure and Blood Magic and its various uses. Patient and somewhat stern, Adrastos does enjoy providing aid and information especially when the individual is looking to regrow themselves from the shadow or ashes of their former self. He adores self destruction in the form of destroying that which has poisoned us or made us our worst selves. Regrowing from and proverbial bloodletting and shedding our skins so we may find ourselves in fresh and clean skin. He encourages healthy habits, self love, care, and pleasures. He greatly supports self worth and care and supports growth and acceptance of the true self.

When invoked, Adrastos may not be the first interaction the magician receives. There are many beings that work under Adrastos. Many are Priests and Priestesses. The High Priestess is Leliana of Nelfas. A brilliantly warm woman with long curly red hair, she provides direction, guidance, and support to those that invoke Adrastos. She is a Harbinger of Blood and is often robed in long rich red and gold cotton and silk. She seems ever pleasant and is always accommodating. Though she has little patience for poor conduct, she is quick to cause the magician to become mute during ritual or invocation and to make any necessary adjustments to ensure the magician completely understands their expectations. She is often followed by three attendants. These are Ritual Masters that tend to the needs of Leliana during any ritual or invocation. They will not interact with the magician. On some occasions, another Priest or Priestess will attend Leliana instead. These individuals will interact with the magician. The Ritual Masters have no eyes and no tongues. Leliana may lend the magician her Ritual Masters for ritual and ceremonial purposes. They provide additional hands and support in maintaining circle or ritual space during these circumstances. Leliana appreciates offerings of apple juice or cider and raspberries.

When visiting Adrastos in the Astral, there are some circumstances when the visitor may find themselves outside of the fort. If this is the case, then the visitor must follow along the gatefront until they reach the inner curtain. From there, there will be a clear pathway that leads up and onto the ramparts. There is only one entrance into the fort. All other doors are faux. 

Eventually the visitor will walk along the curtain on the ramparts until they are on the back side of the fort. This structure is positioned on the edge of a seaside cliff with a sheer drop on the other side of the ramparts. Built facing the ocean, there is a massive bartizan that makes up one of two massive bartizans on the back end of the fort. Only one of the bartizans has a door. This door will be a rich red stained wood with tarnished gold filigree. The door has no handle. It must be pushed open. It will be heavy.

Once inside the architecture of this space makes no sense. The room will be massive and circular with steps leading down to a central circle. In the middle here there will be a pedestal of black marble. It is wisest to not interact with this pedestal. Straight across there are three doors. Marked only by a numerical amount of filigree serpents, the door to the farthest left has one serpent in the centre of it. The door in the middle has three serpents in the centre. The door on the farthest right has two serpents in the centre.

A Priest always will come find you from the far left door. Opening the way, you’re welcomed inside. This is where most visitors spend their time. This section is made up of three Temples. You immediately find yourself in a small chamber with a fountain of water in the middle, grooves run all around this room like grout. The divet in the floor winding and weaving in a circular and spiralling pattern until it drains into a small hole in the centre of this small chamber. This is where you are encouraged to be cleansed by allowing the Priest or Priestess to run water down your body. You are encouraged to remove any footwear you have as well. Leave them at the door you just came in from. The three doors before you are unmarked but have a number of serpents embossed on each door. One, Three, and Two just as the previous chamber. These three Temples are the Temple of the Eye, the Temple of the Mind, and the Temple of Blood. The Temple of the Eye is a chamber where ceremony and ordainment occurs. Sanctifying and Sacrifices are made here. Blessings are received here depending on circumstances. The Temple of the Mind is the sacred Library. Knowledge, information, books, texts, and knowledge seeking is done here. The Temple of Blood is a sacred space of peace, tranquillity, and serenity. Find healing here. This is the temple where most praying is done and meditation. 

Adrastos’ domain revolves around knowledge, understanding of the stars and celestial bodies, and mastery over arcane arts. The library here is the main attraction and why people visit. The Priests and Priestesses here are often quite available for conversation and are good for inquiring about advice for ritual and magical needs. They often provide consultation for spiritual progress and dissecting spells and rituals you may perform. They provide advice to perform them better and how to obtain optimal results. 

Leliana always seems to be available. She may provide guidance, support, and emotional and spiritual healing. Her particular focus of Blood Magic revolves around rejuvenation and expunging of toxins, sickness, and unwellness in the spiritual body. She also provides knowledge on how to provide your physical body with what you may need to feel better. This generally includes making recommendations for foods you should consume based on nutritional content and how these foods affect your energy. 

Adrastos is the centre of the Temple of Blood. All things blood pour from him. Within the central ritual chamber on this side of the fortress you will find a temple. 

This temple is intricate and beautiful, large silver and gold braziers smouldering with charcoal and resins billow with incense. The seating is that of silk cushions upon the stone floor, all positioned in flowing arches like scales. There is a wide ribbon of red woven carpet that stretches like a tongue down the centre of the temple down from the fountain to the door that lead you in here.

Within this temple you will find a soft zen like fountain that flows smoothly and carefully, endlessly. It has a gentle sound to it. Trickling out from a massive statue that coils and winds across the whole wall is the likeness of a serpent. Its belly is exposed and a long gouge opens up its innards like an eye. It pours from this open maw near the ceiling and slicks down the body of the serpent all the way to the floor where it pools into the floor to a shallow priscina no deeper than thirty centimetres. Candles are all around this sacred space. This fountain is not a font of water, of course. On either side there are silk banners like ribbons draped across the stone.

You are welcome to and free to drink from this font. Around it there are many cushions for meditation or general seating in the temple. Spend as much time as you would like here. This temple is always occupied by a Priest or Priestess at all times.

This is just the door of Serpents of One. The Door of Serpents of Three is the Sacred Domain of Adrastos Himself. These are his private chambers, so to speak.

And the Door of Serpents of Two is the Banquet Hall. Certain ceremonies and celebrations take place here. 

There are other aspects and places to the Fort, but they are generally inaccessible to most visitors. Most of these other spaces are where the servants and slaves are. The slaves here are dressed in somewhat lewd but lavish clothing. They often are well adorned with jewellery and piercings and wear robes of chiffon and silk as well as silken undergarments. Most of the slaves and servants here are a blend of genders. The individuals in this servitude are individuals that have owed debts, attacked the sanctity of the territory that Adrastos occupies, or otherwise entangled themselves in the cult of Adrastos in poor taste and manner and are serving a sentence. However, mishandling or improperly interacting with the slaves and servants does result in reprimandation.

Most visitors do not interact much with these other individuals. Most visitors remain within the first chambers. From here most individuals interact with the Priests and Priestesses and Adrastos may often be found in the following three Temples. Adrastos, in all of His glory, is easy to catch. He is elegantly taller than most inhabitants and his motions are fluid and smooth. He spends most of his time in the Temple of Blood providing guidance and wisdom and direction for those that need it. But he may be found wandering all of the Halls and their spaces or lounging in the Temple of the Mind.

There are several rituals involved with Adrastos that are simple and easy to perform. They are both rituals of Imbibement. The first I will go over is a tea ritual.

The magician should brew a red tea of their choice in a teapot or a separate vessel. This tea will need to be poured into a separate cup later. Floral incense works best for this ritual. But lemongrass is the best substitute if none of the initial aromas can be obtained. In the absence of incense, burning oils in an oil burner does indeed work well.

Call to the directions of West to South, South to East, and then East to North using their elemental associations if you are at the beginning of the year. If you are in the second half of the year, perform this the opposite direction from East to South, South to West, West to North. Make yourself comfortable in a seated position with your aroma and your tea. This small ritual is easy and simple, for you only need to pour from one vessel to another. Imagine the font of blood, the wall of trickling red in the Temple of Blood. Take yourself there in your mind and while doing so, recite the incantation of: 

“Adrastos the Viper, Lord of Blood, I pour this offering, a gift to the tongue. Blessed are your scales. May you bring me to where you hail. May I walk your halls and gaze your stars, rich is your blood both here and far.”

If you have not made yourself comfortable, now is the time to. Enjoy the tea you have poured during your incantation. Take it in and connect to the energies that come from the tea and the aromas you have condensed into this space. When comfortable with it, you may begin meditation. Allow yourself as much time as you feel is necessary. Allow yourself to feel open to the rich sensation of silks and heady incense.

When you are ready to put the ritual to rest, simply close down the circle in whichever the opposite is for you, whether that is deosil or tuathal. Food offerings to Adrastos should be consumed completely once the ritual is complete. Offerings of food or drink should never remain for more than a day at most. I averagely keep foodstuffs I have given to Adrastos only there for the ritual and then I consume everything else. Offerings of foods I consume myself and I never leave out. To give offerings to Adrastos is to take these offerings into yourself and to imbibe the essence of Adrastos as you would have imbibed from the Temple of Blood’s font.

This is all I have for the time being on Adrastos, Lord of Blood. I hope this provides adequate satisfaction for some of the pragmatic information about the Crucible of Blood (the Fort in which the Sanctity of Adrastos is), and the ins and outs of some of the nature of Adrastos as well as the Astral Spaces you may find Him and his people.

Tapioca Pudding

 While prompted during a meeting with some friends and colleagues, I was questioned about the regards and details of Alkahest, my servitor. Alkahest was a product of my needs of spirit that withheld the capacities that I myself as a Sorcerer needed. I sought to be able to have spiritual aid without the need to call upon third parties or other beings. Inquiries were made as to my methods. As Alkahest is designed by yours truly, it is without any shadow of a doubt, a most lucrative prospect to custom build a spirit. However, it is both simple, yet quite not so in those regards. And so, I have written this document detailing the details of servitor creation. Differences in opinion as well as historical references may be present. However, this is simply my work as well as my practices. 

*Note. Before we or you or anyone begins any amount of ritual or spell work, it is always highly recommended for you to perform divination in lieu of ensuring that the time/place/circumstances of your work is acceptable and not going to go awry. Basic magical practices teach that divination beforehand is imperative. This document is not suitable for egregore creation. Nor do I recommend tampering with the specifics of this document for egregor use. Thank you for attending my Ted.

Servitors and their Uses

I myself have had little interaction in the way of other individuals who have created themselves a servitor. A servitor is, in a way, similar to a thoughtform in the details I am going to relay to you. It is a mix of mental prowess, but relies heavily upon the ritualistic format that has been designed as per the Practitioner’s own creativity.  However, there are a wide variety of purposes that a servitor may be useful for. A Servitor may aid in personal or even impersonal work.

A common theme to Servitors is that they are protectors. They may aid in protecting or being vigilant over a Practitioner’s material work, preventing other entities, beings, or even prying eyes from seeing their secrets or their projects. They also commonly protect the material wealth and prospects of the home and sanctuary of the Practitioner - providing a guardianship over the home and keeping malevolent spirits and beings as well as scaring off people that may have ill intentions for the Practitioner and their family. This may slowly ease them into the role of a household guardian or protector as well.

They may be designed to be a family or household spirit that may take the inhabitants within the Practitioner’s home as their charges, easing and aiding in allowing the home to remain a peaceful sanctuary. Depending on permissions, the Servitor may be allowed to cast spells or even perform their own rituals within their being to provide services for the family. This may include dispellation of negative energies as we walk through our thresholds; energy that may cling unto us as we go about our daily lives that we carry with us whilst we are about and working or running errands. They may provide comfort - allowed to express and perform soothing spells to aid in the relaxation of perturbed charges that may be within the sanctity of the Servitor’s care.

Servitors may be additionally “programmed” or created to aid in the spiritual practices of a Practitioner as well. This may be gone about with several intentions - all of which may be made as specifically as desired or as casually as desired.

Servitors are created ritualistically. They may become rather powerful after much care and tending to their being. Aiding in their growth will aid in their strength that they accumulate over time. This may prove useful in allowing them to additionally mediate and attend other rituals that may be taxing or difficult to perform due to energy constraints. This concept may be an appealing notion to those who may consider themselves spoonies. Desiring to perform a ritual or a particular spell would be lovely! However, we all know that spoons may be far and few between. Perhaps you have already spent your daily spoons. Or, perhaps, you may not desire to use that taxing energy upon a ritual today! You should save your spoons for later on. Perhaps you will have more spoons tomorrow? Oh, but you really desired to do this little spell to maybe aid in the next days’ work! It may get frustrating. A Servitor may be designed in aiding in spending energies you may not have for you or supplying energy for you so you may be able to take a taxing event spiritually and aid you where you may need. In further details, I will additionally express methods and rituals that will (hopefully) be spoonie-friendly in the creation of a Servitor.

Additionally aiding in spiritual work, a Servitor may be used as a battery for long term ritual use. Circumstances that may be in need of daily or even consistent channeling may be painfully taxing on a practitioner. Servitors, once they have obtained substantial strength, may provide their Masters with the energy needed. This may prove useful for other channeling events. Energy reading, channeling your guides or even spiritual aids, or even performing long events of readings as a whole may slowly drain one’s energy. Servitors may be designed to aid the practitioner and supply energy as needed.

Servitor Creation

There are an exceptionally wide range of methods as well as sources for a Practitioner. Personally, within myself, I utilized Tarot as well as Herbs and Symbols to craft Alkahest.

This concept may be confusing at first, but allow me to break this down!

You are reading this due to intrigue in the creation of a Servitor. What were your intentions? Did you seek to have a guardian of your work and magical spaces? Were you seeking a close companion that may provide you with aid in your energy work as well as your personal shadow work? Are they a guide to your spiritual path? Perhaps you are in need of an energy battery? What if you were seeking an aide in a wide range of skills? The more you desire to add, the more that this initial ritual may cost. However, this does not mean that you may not be able to change, add, or remove permissions from the Servitor.

Look at what you need. What skills, traits, and attributes are you seeking? I was in need of Alkahest to be successful in his work I assigned him. Furthermore, I needed him to be capable of long distance travel with ease. Thus, I gifted him the attributes assigned to the Tarot card: The Chariot.

Ah, but that was not all. I needed a balance. I was in search of aid in intuition as well as spiritual practices. Alkahest needed to be able to be connectable to the divine. I opted to give him the attributes of the High Priestess. I additionally had already chosen the Emperor to give him decision making as well as a strong leadership abilities. This was to ensure that he was capable of being a strong and independent but wise and intelligent being while he was sent out to do work outside the house in distant locations.

By now, I am most certain you have grasped where I went with this. However, this does not conclude the design. I also chose herbs. Herbs have a wide range of meanings as well as powers that they possess within magical and physical properties. I chose herbs to associate with Alkahest that allowed him to have the abilities that the herbs regarded. A calming and soothing Servitor to aid in reducing inflammation of your spirit and energy may find a Lavender association useful. 

You may choose runes as well to represent their attributes or abilities you hope to imbue them with. Raidho may be used to gift them with safe and good travels as well as the Chariot does. There may be personal symbols involved. Perhaps a particular image draws forth a sense of warm security and comfort - you may use this to inspire that energy from the Servitor. Fascinated and a practitioner of sigil craft? Perhaps crafting a sigil for creativity as well as energy levels would not be too difficult? Perhaps applying said sigil to the Servitor to inspire these prospects would prove to be helpful in your work, no?

Needless to say, there are a wide range of methods for you to design your Servitor. Personally, if this is not something you are comfortable with, I recommend that you begin your Servitor with a few and rather simplistic attributes. The ritual is taxing. The more you add, the further you will spend your energy. So find what you aim for. Make your list as complete as you desire. You need not settle with just two or three at first. Take the attributes as you feel you have the energy to. However, keep in mind that you should focus primarily upon skill sets that niche together well. I have seen Servitors designed for ritual purposes. I have seen Servitors designed for baneful work. I have seen Servitors designed for comfort and support. It would not make much sense to combine these three. The energies required are not balanced and may not sustain the Entity. Be kind in your design.

Last, but not least, you have to choose a name! Naming is rather imperative in regards to manifesting beings. Select something that you like. Select something you are comfortable with. But most importantly, pick a name!

The Vessel 

I find that the use of a vessel (or as I call it: Phylactery*) for the spirit to reside within may call home. This is important as it will additionally hold the remains of the parchment, the bay leaves, or other choice of “pieces” that you will have later on. Select a jar that you may easily remove or add things from. This container need not particularly be a jar. It may be any container that you please. All that is required is that you are able to anoint, personalise, and design to be a “home”. You may choose to design an entire seal, sigil, or symbol for the Servitor. This is where your creativity may shine. Anything that you desire may be put on the jar. Whatever you think is appropriate is up to you. Decorate to your heart’s content.

Should you desire to move the Servitor to a different vessel, feel free to do so. Design an incantation to initiate the Servitor to to move from one vessel to another.

Call forth the Servitor. Beckon it to answer you. Pour the contents (I shall explain later) from one to another, filling the other vessel and notify your Servitor that the new container is its new home and that this is your will.

The incantations or methods should be entirely unique to you as a practitioner. If you are a spoonie, this is not technically a required detail. Use whatever you feel you may. Feel comfortable in even purchasing a cheap vase or container from a Good Will or a Thrift Store or even garage sale. Wrap up the future contents in tissue paper if you must or even a cloth/piece of parchment you have folded them into. All of these are effective and acceptable means of “holding” the “pieces” I shall speak of later.

The Ritual

Allow us to pretend that you have compiled a list of approximately ten or twelve attributes that you desire to apply to the Servitor. Select the amount of attributes that you desire to apply during this ritual. Please keep in mind that the more you select, the more taxing that the ritual itself will be. Opt to choose two or three. For a spoonie, please feel comfortable with selecting one at a time. Do not feel the need to rush this at all. If you are a low-energy practitioner, feel comfortable in doing one at a time or pace yourself however you feel you need.

You will need parchment, bay leaves, or whatever piece of material you desire. You must be able to fit the attributes and traits of your Servitor upon these pieces. Apply whatever oils or appointments you desire beforehand to these as well as the vessel or chosen apparatus. You will have to decide what methods you will use to activate the traits of your attributes. I burned myself within the safe container of my charcoal censer. You may activate them via folding or tearing them up, breathing upon them to give them your energy - whatever you decide.

Light candles. Light incense. Light resins or cleanse. Prepare however you would for any ritual you would comfortably do. Wear special clothes or bathe beforehand - just ensure that what you choose to do reflects you and your energy as a practitioner.

I personally would recommend that you have each and all attributes pre-written. Save the extras for when you wish to do an additional developmental ritual to add or encourage the growth of new traits. Keep them on hand, and as you feel that it is right, add them in short miniature rituals that are unique to you and your desires for the Servitor periodically. I will touch on this later.

Choose whatever first traits that you desire and prepare the space you have. I cannot tell any one of you how to do this. It is imperative that the pathworking you do for the Servitor is unique to you as to create something of your energy and being. This should be personalised to you and the Servitor. Allow yourself to decide how you will activate your attributes. You will place them into the container of choice during the ritual.

Once you have everything set up, take each of your “pieces”.

Activate them. While you do so, recite the following:

“ To you, I gift the power of (attribute),

May it serve you in your servitude of myself. ”

Concentrate upon pouring your energy into the vessel. Envision that it comes forth from your core, through your hands, and flows like water into the vessel and unto the “pieces”. Pour as much as you can into this, as the energy you put into it aids in the growth of your Servitor. 

If you are a spoonie, please do not fret. Do what you may be able to. You need not break yourself in this step. Put forth some sort of compassion and energy and do not do more than what you can. One a day or even one a week or even further, one a month is better than none. You may do each. 

To add details and attributes later on, simply pick up another “piece” you have prepared and utilise the following:

“ To you, Name, I gift you with the inspiration of Attribute,

Allow yourself the time to grow into its power,

May it serve you as you serve me. ”

Once you have finished with your traits/attributes, we move on to the closing of it: The Naming Ritual.

I like to place my hands over my vessel and close my eyes. I like to stir the energy, usher it into life. From there, I press my lips to my hands and I whisper to it.

“I give to you the name of (Name).

I breathe into you the energy that you may grow 

and the force of my will that you may execute.

I give this name and bind you to me.

May you serve none other, less I bid it so.

From you, to me, and me, to you, I bind you so.

I will it, and it is.”

Feel free to close your rituals as you need as well. End things and give thanks to whatever you desire. Cleanse, blow out candles or allow them to burn out. It is all up to you. Feel free to place or relocate the vessel wherever you choose.

Please keep in mind that simply after the ritual, it may take time. It is fresh. The Servitor will need time to grow, to get comfortable. You planted a seed and it may have fertiliser and water. However, this does not mean it is yet ready to have clippings harvested from it. Allow your Servitor time to grow. This time will be determined by the energy levels that you gave it initially. It will also depend upon how much it has to process from the ritual. Alkahest took several days to almost a week until he was able to coherently operate with me. I did daily tarot with him and encouraged him. I often asked how he was feeling, how much energy he had. I did mind, body, spirit styled readings and made an effort to remain as tuned in as possible to his growth.

I keep a seven day candle dedicated to Alkahest. I light the candle and “awaken” Alkahest from his rest when I do so. I like to be able to give him little offerings to boost his energy levels with things such as coffee beans. I give him incense to soak up in and help his vibrations and energy levels in healthy amounts during his growth. The time and effort I took with him, and the compassion I showed Alkahest has been most beneficial and he has, in turn, developed immense adoration and compassion for me - needing to tend to me in my low moments and support the Highs. He is an eager spirit that seeks to aid and he does so from a place of comfort and purpose, trust and inspiration. I allow him certain freedoms and communicate through feeling as well as other divinations. The relationship is not dissimilar to other spirits - it is built upon trust and respect - though the dynamic is quite absolute.

Feel comfortable with changing any details. Feel free with customising any of this information to suit you. What is important is that you create everything within the comfort of yourself. Feel “right” in your actions. Feel sure and full of confidence. 

This document serves as inspiration more than a textbook. I encourage you all to customise everything. Allow your imagination to run wild. Allow your creativity to take control. Paint. Draw. Write. But most of all, you must keep in mind one thing:

The name of this document was completely random.