Written December 28th, 2016 | Edited: 14th March 2019

On this blog so far, I’ve written about various invocations and evocations in a pretty carefree manner. I’m not one of those magicians who likes to add a bunch of smoke and mirrors and make things seem crazy and otherworldly, or at least, more than they already are.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t encounter problems. Like the Ancient Egyptians, I don’t like to focus on or describe harmful or problematic incidents. I learn my lessons, and stop dwelling on them. Still, shit gets weird sometimes when you practice, and you just have to accept that. The pay off though, of self realization and empowerment is completely worth it.

There is a reason for writing about this specific incident. This is a two part post. I was about to write a post on space clearing. You know, the standard routine smudging and cleansing with holy water most of us do. I wanted to write about how I do it, but first, I decided to write about a little thing that happened to me where I used it to get rid off something very problematic.

It was a little reminder that even though it’s routine, it’s pretty important to do it. Anyways, without further ado, allow me to tell you a little story. This is very different from everything else on the blog, so sit tight.

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Ok, so one fine week, suddenly, things started going wrong. As in, more so than things usually go wrong. It’s difficult to pin exactly when and why this happened, and if it was associated with any particular event. 

I got a sore throat, and ended up missing two crucial college lectures. At the same time, my mood started swinging quite badly, even for me, and I was generally pissed off all the time.

When I say crucial, I mean really kind of pointless, but taught by a particular teacher who was the kind of person that is miserable inside and an asshole towards everyone. She’d made it so that if you missed a single lecture, you’d have no clue what was going on, and they wouldn’t help you whatsoever, and also be an asshole about it (don’t worry, I’ve forgiven them by now).

That’s how I initially perceived it. Looking back on it though, everything turned out okay, and I did quite well on that particular course. At the time though, it caused me quite a bit of stress, because the classes kept happening and I was falling behind and didn’t know what to do. Naturally, when your mood goes bad, everything in your life changes to match your mood. Things go wrong and awry, and don’t work out in your favour.

During this frustrating period, I ended up having a pretty big beef with someone I knew. I had to do something about it. Being young and naive, just waking up to my own magickal potential, I accidentally cast a curse, which is the only time in my life I’ve foolishly cast a curse of that nature. It was fueled by hate, and desperation, and I thought was the way to go. I suppose deep down I knew it was wrong, but desperation can be a hell of a force. 

When people become a threat to you, there are very specific methods of shielding your self, or binding them. I’ve even written about one. You’re not really supposed to hurl a ball of hatred and anger at them, because it’s just going to harm you further.

When I did the ritual, I very specifically said I wanted a certain person to be taught a “lesson they wouldn’t forget” (and they did), but that was just my wording. However, the emotions I was feeling at the time were deeply resentful and angry, and my throat, still not healed, was just making me more furious, and all that energy was added to the spell. I think this curse might have increased the effects I would face in the coming week. Bear in mind that all the bad shit happened first, before I cast the curse. The curse itself was not responsible for what happened, but a byproduct of it.

In fact, before I cast it, I had an inkling, like a little voice in my head telling me that the person I was going to curse was a magician and I should stay away. The one thing to keep in mind when casting magick against someone is to think very carefully if they are themselves a magician or have one working for them, because that complicates things a lot more. Generally I listen to those gut feelings very carefully, because that’s the voice of the Higher Self, but for whatever reason, in my delirium I ignored it, thinking “no way a person so depraved could be a magician”.

Lol, how wrong I was. Who said depraved magicians who suck the energy of others don’t exist. I don’t know if they were one, because they did seem to learn their lesson, but I have a feeling they might have had shields and my curse might have backfired, but I cant know for sure.

Update (2019): I’ve met such people throughout my life. They’re barely human, sunk to the depths of hate and depravity. They’ll drag you down with them, do everything in their power to make the world a worse place. Once upon a time (such as when I cast this curse), I hated and feared their influence. Now however, I completely shut them off. Their spiritual energy is parasitic and ugly, and generally they’re not fully aware of what they’re doing. I do not give them even a foothold within my own space and mind, casting them out immediately. Maybe they deserve mercy, but not mine. They deserve neither my time nor energy. Let them seek help, and only then may someone spiritual seek to give them love and acceptance. But if they insist on being a burden to the world, I certainly want to have nothing to do with them. If they send parasitic entities after you, exorcise it without mercy. Return it to the Void, to the Womb of the Great Mother so that the energy may be transformed into something good.

Anyway, so couple of days later, in college, a different mentor drops the bomb on us, telling us about a pretty large assignment that needed to be done by Friday. It was already Tuesday afternoon, and if we wanted to submit by Friday afternoon, we had just 3 days.

I had stuff to do on Friday, so I wasn’t planning to come on that day. This meant I had to finish this mammoth task by Thursday afternoon. Now, we all know colleges like to give mammoth tasks and incredibly tight deadlines, and most of my classmates knew it wasn’t really serious. After all, no way could anyone finish it, at least completely. Most people would present about 30-75% on Friday and get an extension. It’s more of a token way of saying “look, i’m working sincerely”.

But not me, and this is further indication that the energies around me at the time were clogged and my mind was confused. I somehow came up with a really time consuming idea, and decided to do that for my assignment, and I was already short on time. Even my mentor said I wouldn’t be able to finish, but I stuck to it. For some reason, I had decided to be overly enthusiastic and ambitious with that one particular thing.

Pointless, of course. I worked almost every hour between Tuesday and Thursday, staying up both nights, but I kept running into problems. My measurements would turn out wrong, i’d run out of important supplies, certain pieces of stationary broke down or went missing, one night I split dirty paint water all over my floor by mistake, and little annoying things just kept happening.

Also, a little thing happened that I really should have paid attention to at the time. Someone in my home had this little dream. In it, they woke up in the middle of the night by the sense of urgency and panic, and saw, floating at the foot of my bed, a zombie. Well, not really a zombie, but the figure of a person, who looked lifeless, like a husk. It had vacant, glassy eyes and a dark mouth, and it had nothing below the torso, so it was hovering.

I should’ve paid more heed to it, because it was most likely a warning. I don’t really want to make this sound all paranormal and cheesy, but that was how it was. Any magician worth his salt would take note of this, but me, being busy as I was, ignored it.

I carried my nearly finished wreck of an assignment on Thursday morning to college, hoping to finish by afternoon, but, lo and behold, after my first class we were informed that my mentor was absent, and so class was cancelled.

That was music to everyone’s ears, but not mine. Why? Because it meant i’d have to come on Friday. So i’d stayed up like a moron trying to finish my work, only to realise I had more time. This extension helped though, because when I got home, I was beginning to realise things were way too problematic than they should be, and my throat wasn’t getting better for some reason.

And then came the icing on the cake. I needed to present a certain document for something very important, but this document could only be printed by a lawyer, and you’d need to go to a district court to get it done, and I had no time to do it, since it was already Thursday evening, and I needed it by the next day.

Once I got home, I calmed down, and did an invocation of Mars, to help me fight all these problems, and destroy these obstacles that kept needlessly popping up (including my prolonged coughing). After this invocation, I was gargling, and I spat out a hell of a lot of mucus, thanks to Mars purging my system, and felt a lot better. I was sure my throat was cured. Something worried me though, because even though I felt clear and refreshed, but the mucus I had spit out, was almost reddish in colour. It was red.

Anyway, after this invocation, I tried to arrange this document to be printed without having to go to Court. At least my cough was gone, right?

WRONG. Well, not entirely. Next morning, I woke up early and somehow finished my work to a meaningful level. I wanted to go to college early and submit and come home immediately.

It was here that I learned that my younger brother had suddenly got a cough, and here that I realised that something might be wrong. When I had banished my cough, why had it passed on to my brother? It should just go, not linger about.

Anyway, so I’m rushing off to college, and it takes me about an hour and a half to get there by train. JUST when i’m almost to the last station, I receive the most idiotic message ever. The totally-urgent-assignment-that-needs-to-be-given-asap-or-ya’ll-gonna-fail submission had been postponed. To Wednesday. Go figure. There’s something about being almost at college and realising you didn’t have to come at all, or stay up finishing a wreck of an assignment and you should’ve taken it easy. And of course, class was cancelled, again, so I just changed trains and headed home straight away. That legal document thing didn’t work out.

I was pretty stunned the whole return trip. I wasn’t used to this many things going wrong all at once, and this is when I realised that I had not done a cleansing or cleared my energies in a while, and that’s especially important for people who encounter lots of people everyday, or even travel with them, like in a public transport. I also started thinking about the entity.

I’ll be honest, I have no clue what was wrong at the time. Maybe it was my hateful curse, maybe I’d crossed someone, or something (though I can’t recall pissing any spirits off). It could just be a build up of chaotic energies, or maybe my agitation, or maybe something to do with planetary transits. After all, your reality is like a reflection of yourself. The mind gets agitated, and everything around it becomes agitated.

So, I calmed down, first off all. I came home, and I was conveniently alone, so I did a full fledged cleansing, which was overdue, both of myself, and of my home, which I will write about in the second part of this post.

I will mention one unusual, rather weird thing though. It’s the one thing that adds a somewhat magickal vibe to this otherwise mundane tale of college stress.

I started smudging in the living room, which has a balcony attached. When I cleanse, I usually open up all the windows, including my balcony door. However, even with the door open, there’s a screen door before it, which was closed AND latched.
So, after I’d smudged all around the house in a circle, I returned to the living room, and started waving the smoke around in the last un-smudged patch on the house, further towards the screen door, and at then suddenly, the screen door FLEW open, with a crash. I mean it was flung open, almost completely, and a gust of wind went out of the house. It was as if something has just been forced out through my incantations. I stood silent for a few minutes, then continued and finished.

I was stunned, but when I looked at the latch, it was still in the “closed” position, but it had come off the hook. At that moment, I fully comprehended what I had been dealing with. Something substantial enough to open a locked door and leave. I stood silent for a few minutes, then continued and finished.

Everything worked out well after that. My own agitation would be cured, though it would take a couple of days. That assignment I was worried about? We’d end up getting almost 2 months, and I did the whole thing again, properly from scratch, and things returned to normal.

So kids, what have we learned today? Cleansing is important. It’s like bathing and brushing. Click here for the next part.

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Update (2019): So, as I mentioned before, this was a time when I did not understand the dangers of evil entities. Later on, I would realise that this was due to Delhi, the city where I studied, being infested with parasitic entities. The Muslims call it the “city of Djinn” for a reason. It is also a city with no patron Hindu deity.

These days, I use a talisman to protect myself. It works very well, and you can read about it here.

Another thing I want to mention is that I did run into the exact some entity in 2018. Handled it much better this time. I was rather tired after returning from Delhi, and when i was doing my daily rituals, I had the immediate sense that something was behind me, attached to my aura. I commanded it to come before me, and it was forced to detach and appear in front of me. It was a similar looking entity, but it looked more industrial, or mechanical. It had the same phantom like energy, and the lack of intelligence.

Now though, I was much better at magick. I instantly called on the energy of Mars, into Genburah, and from my right shoulder I drew out a ball of red energy. I fashioned it into a spear, and with it I impaled the parasite, with a calm and steady force. It was killed instantly. I then did the Sign of the Enterer to push it out of my aura, and the sign of silence. I traced the Equilateral cross and cast it into the Earth. I thanked Mars for his help, and asked the Great Mother to receive this energy for recycling.

The key is to be firm in your intent and resolve. Uninvited entities are not fucking welcome to come near you, or harm you. Let the Universe be very aware that you live on your own terms. Most non magicians don’t realise this. They are unable to make it clear that they aren’t to be messed with. Recall that scene from Lord of the Rings, where Gandalf tells Bilbo in a booming voice, “Do not mistake me for a conjurer of cheap tricks, Master Baggins..” as the air darkens behind him. Don’t get angry. Just be very, very firm.

So yes, that is how you deal with phantoms, parasites and zombies.

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~White Raven