Creating a Goddess: The Birth of Yampari

(This is Saturday's post. I'd have posted more on Theatre Magic - the results of the Oz Working - but circumstances that would have made the ritual difficult came up. Sorry guys - the post is coming, I swear!)

Okay, a story/bit of a brag about a recent working. Be warned, there's a large amount of gloating involved!

The other night, I was invited to a close friend's house for dinner and to catch up. We talked a lot, she drank a little, we had a great meal. A very pleasant evening, but we both knew why I was there - there was magic to be done!

My friend - let's call her Kaite, for simplicity's sake - was having difficulty at her school. She's an open bisexual and often takes a lot of crap from the homophobes in her classes; they rip down her queer meeting posters, call her names, etcetera.

Now, Kaite is in no way a weak woman. She's strong, proud, tough - in many cases, more so than most other people I know. But, like most powerful people, there were times than she had been weaker than she'd have liked; she asked me to help her out. I decided, well, why the hell not? I like magic, she was impressed with a past success I've had - she wasn't testing me, she actually believed that magic worked - so why not help a friend out?

I came over, and soon we'd begun. I decided creating a servitor (a man-made spirit, almost like an animism in some respects) to help her out would work very well. There was, of course, a brief problem; I'd never gone so far as to create a servitor for another.

Now,servitors are usually sigils before they're anything - a special hieroglyph/symbol representing the being - and are often modelled on an intent. I gave the servitor dominion over Empowerment, drew up a sigil, and gave her a name (distorting the word 'empowerment', naturally): YAMPARI.

It sounded ridiculous at first, but soon the synergy was clear; Paris, the primal feminine city, meets yam (i.e., I find females very yummy - no, not serious here). It worked.

(For Kaite's personal reasons - this is her goddess, after all - I'd like to ask you all not to invoke or evoke Yampari. I lost the sigil - obviously it was burned - and even if I could remember it (I can't, though Kaite can), I wouldn't post it here.)

Now, I only charged the sigil once, and that was all - I only achieved gnosis once, by anathema (see below). And while technically the servitor wasn't a goddess, I still called her as such, because that's what I was intending her to become.

I decided to 'summon' Yampari, to bind her to Kaite and intertwine their fates. Pretty standard procedure, really. I forced Kaite and I to eat table salt until we were thirsty, symbolising our need for change (for salt preserves); a glass of water stood at the Northwest, outside the circle, showing that we could not be weak and give in to emotion. I've also found being thirsty helps me to reach gnosis really fast. I did a banishing - salt circle, flame to the East, but I called on the protection of the Four Eternal Females: Mother, Daughter, Priestess and Crone.

After that, I placed a fifty cent coin at each of the cardinal points, face side up. I used in the ritual, as I called on the feminine quintessence of the queen (and double-used the symbology of the discs to ground Yampari to Kaite - a brilliant idea on my part, if I may say so myself.)

The ritual was interesting. I had Kaite bow as I called the goddess, making her humble. This was a purposeful tactic; I have remarked before that paradoxes (bowing towards a goddess of empowerment) create good magic. As she bowed, I chanted, calling down the Goddess.

Now, I achieved gnosis by anathema, as I remarked before. What that actually implied was me forsaking my masculinity; giving in, declaring myself female. It was a harrowing rite, let me tell you. I felt physically sick; my practices involving paradigm shifting (belief-shifting, changing beliefs at will) made it all too easy. Soon I was believing all men were scum, and that in spirit I was a female.

Soon after that, gnosis hit, the ritual finished, and I burned the sigil. Kaite kept what little of the sigil-card remained, as a talisman for her goddess.

I banished, naturally, but the affects of the working were immediate. I came down pretty hard, easily slipping into the masculine mindset, but feeling physically sick. Several glasses of water and sugary worms - sugar levels drop hideously during magic - made me feel a little better, but wow.

Kaite immediately became more vibrant, more alive - more angry. We had a long conversation about how her ex-boyfriend was a little bit of a dick, and she ranted a little, which was to be expected. She was certainly feeling something.

We had dinner, which was great - she dedicated her first alcoholic drink after the ritual to Yampari - and then it was time for me to leave.

Soon after I left, I felt as if something pushed me, and I tripped and hurt my right arm (the one I use for magic!). I thought maybe I'd stumbled, but then I tripped again; however, a quick invocation of my magical dagger - which I had on me, how could I do magic without my iron phallus? - soon made that go away.

I missed both trains going home by quite literally fifteen seconds. I didn't get home until midnight. On the way home, I was hit up for cash by two stoned thugs, and I gave them ten dollars; they looked deadly, and my head hurt enough without another bashing. Someone was sniffing paint and yelling about how he was going to kill himself on the second train.

Got home, felt like shit, woke up, felt even worse. The magical backlash was immense. I felt REALLY sick, and I could lift my arm; it hurt a hell of a lot.

Interestingly enough, the ex-boyfriend that Kaite ranted about got really sick, too. Almost overnight, I think; sick enough to leave school. This surprised me, but it's common enough for intelligent servitors to take an indirect, subconscious order from their master/mistress.

Soon after, Kaite was feeling great, even going so far as to attack a homophobic classmate who made a typically homophobic comment - usually she'd let it go, but this time, she showed him who was boss. Kaite was really enjoying Yampari, and it seemed that Yampari was really enjoying Kaite.

(Not that it hasn't even been a week since we created Yampari. These effects are amazing, to be honest; usually servitors start off so weak, but I imagine it fed off the red-hot gnosis rage that Kaite often felt towards homophobes).

One night, after a nasty incident with a few homophobes - god, I need a better name for these people - she began telling herself that she wanted them hurt badly.

A few days after, a notorious homophobe ripped down one of her gay-rights posters - as she glared at him - began to say something nasty, and fell badly. He was in quite a large amount of pain, and the humiliation would have been terrifying; apparently, everyone was laughing at him.

So there we go. I think it's safe to say that this working was an amazing success; I'd love to work with another person on creating a servitor. Kaite has always shown the will to be a brilliant magician, if her personal beliefs didn't get in the way of it, and so it may have been a lucky fluke; somehow, however, I don't think I'll be forgetting Yampari in a hurry.

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N.F.Robinson