So, this is a story that I have struggled with for many months. To articulate, and understand and to bring clarity to events that happened not so long ago. Events so strange and unbelievable that I actually feel foolish writing this.
You see I found myself is a very difficult position. So serious and desperate that I felt compelled to reach out to Supernatural Forces.
It is always a wonder to me how cruel and inhumane people can be to each other. And I don’t just mean with guns, knives or bombs although that has its own level of atrocity. I mean in the natural administration of one’s own government. Where a policy change, applied retrospectively, can bring such utter ruin and annihilation to someone’s life.
It was, with some surprise, that I found myself facing an existential threat of such size and magnitude that I would be left bankrupt, homeless, and penniless for no really particularly good reason as I hadn’t actually done anything wrong.
I slipped into despair so dark I was prescribed ant-depressants and needed counselling. There were only my Spiritual beliefs left – the only anchor I had in this turbulent sea of legal misery.
I will skip the distasteful details as I would still like some sort of confidentiality and they do not help the story.
Essentially the facts are thus, I was forced into liquidating my business and was actually sued for a life changing amount. I had actually done nothing wrong yet here was I facing ruin. Letters came.
The letters demanded payment. There was legal jargon and accusations of misconduct… This couldn’t be real? Then followed the Court papers. I was going to be ruined.
I couldn’t afford legal representation; I could barely afford food. My home was all I had and I was desperate to keep it.
I raged against the World for what I was going through. I didn’t know what to do. There were no options left, no practical avenue left open to me. It was then that I remembered The Goetia. A book I had always feared. Demons are not necessarily popular, even amongst the most enlightened individuals. Demons to me represented a line I was scared to cross but if I was honest, I had always wanted to.
I would send a demon, I declared, to destroy them! I would curse my accusers! Damn them to hell! I would send something horrible, something ghastly! Something to fill them with horror. My heart was full only of maleficence and hate.
The Demon I chose was Duke Bune. I found out later this was the wrong choice to fulfil that mission, but was probably the correct entity to fulfil what I needed.
I had been drawn to Bune for some time but had never found the courage to evoke a Demon. I didn’t realise how approachable and, quite frankly lovely Bune was…
I planned the ceremony. I drew a Sigil, crudely by hand. I lit candles and made a pathetic offering of chocolate, oranges and sandalwood incense – all my overdraft would stretch to…
I chanted, “Wehle melan avage Bune tasa…” over and over hoping that the Spirit would hear me. Hoping the Spirit would notice me in my misery… and help. I chanted and chanted on, staring at the Sigil I had drawn. On I chanted, “Wehle melan avage Bune tasa…”
And then I felt it. An immense presence. It was huge, simply huge I know no other words to describe it. I cannot under emphasise that enough.
I got the familiar chills, which meant that Spirit was close, but this was enormous. I was on the brink of panic. I wanted to flee, to run from the room, run from the house and never go back. What had I done?
I took the paper with my scribbled request and I burnt it in the flame of one of the candles. I called the request out loud. There! I had done it!. I had summoned the Demon and tasked it. I was still on the brink of panic and stepped away from the circle – the energies were too intense.
As I did so I looked back at my makeshift altar and then something else happened. Something beyond all expectation and belief. I knew something had come. Something was with me. And then… the visions started. It wasn’t the triple headed dragon I saw, thank God. And it wasn’t a man. But. Oddly, it was a woman. Jet black hair, sharp features. Not human, but close enough. She reminded me of Cleopatra. Not Egyptian. Maybe something else… I really don’t know.
And then warmth. This being surveyed me, scanned me. Suddenly I got the impression that she thought that my request was too trivial, too mundane. Too easy!
She looked at me and I knew that every part of my being was visible and open to this Goddess, for that is what she was. She saw every part of me. It was somewhat terrifying but also somewhat lovely too. As an experience I can’t say it was like love but it was warm and very erotic. A sensation that washed over me. I wanted to submit to it… to give myself up to her. To be absorbed into that lovely energy. Into this powerful Being…
I got the message that she would help and eventually with shaking hands I closed the ceremony and went back to my miserable life.
Later I raised enough money to pay for legal counsel. I reluctantly agreed to settle out of Court because I knew I could never afford a legal battle. A mediation meeting was arranged and the date began to approach like a forthcoming execution…
I was dreading the meeting. I’d never been in mediation before. A two-hour slot was booked. Just before the meeting, my representative told me that I didn’t need to be there. Weirdly, everything felt okay. There was a lightness about the whole thing. I knew that one way or another there’d be some sort of closure but I didn’t realise quite how much. I went about my day, the meeting started without me and only thirty magic minutes later, the phone rang. It was my attorney.
“That was quick”, I said as I answered and was surprised to hear laughter on the other end.
“Yeah, I know. I can’t believe it…” came the voice, “They actually listened. I put our case forward and they accepted it. I’ve never seen anything like it”.
It was then I realised there was something else at play.
The ramifications of all this are too long and tedious for this piece. Suffice to say that I was saved. I took a bit of a hit but I am far from ruined.
I didn’t get what I asked for. Duke Bune, (Duchess Bune?) was far cleverer than that. As far as I know there were no terrifying materialisations in someone’s office, no one was beheaded, no one was consumed by poisonous boils. Just the best possible outcome for me against impossible odds. A quiet, dignified mediation followed by my creditors mysteriously acquiescing.
I sometimes think of Mick Jagger singing “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need”.
It wasn’t the last visit from Bune I received. I would feel her at odd times. Sitting in a café. Once, while brushing my teeth one morning. Something would make me think of her and then I would feel a chill. And then maybe a voice in my head. Always guiding me like a massive Supernatural Aunt or maybe a guardian?
I suppose the conclusion of this story should be that sometimes this World is unfair. It is seldom the World itself that is unfair but the people in it. Where is the love?
If you find yourself powerless and cornered, whether by circumstances or by a bully then perhaps give a Demon a try. I cannot recommend Bune enough. In fact, for any problem I would try her first. She is famous for being friendly and generous. If you don’t want to risk a full ceremony, try Demonic Pathworkings by Jareth Tempest. It is far gentler in my experience. However, if things are difficult then light a candle and simply ask for help.
Bune is a magnificent Being of extraordinary Power and will help when asked. Her wisdom knows no bounds for she is an ancient Spirit and to me she is no less than a Goddess. This essay is obviously dedicated to her and her magnificence.
A word on respect. Given the sheer power of these beings I would be careful not to approach them for trivial matters or experimentation. But if Life has you cornered they will help. Trust me.
Hail Bune!
The Redeemed