So I conjured Raphael again today and, after having a few chats about other things, I asked if I could see Paimon, the prince of Air and master of manifestation and stuff. I’ve been talking to the other princes of Earth and Water, and they’ve been…rough. Like, if you’ve ever played any of the Warcraft games, you know how if you click on an NPC enough times, they start yelling at you for annoying them? It was like that. They were kind enough, though, once I explained why I called them up, and became friendly afterwards. That said, I don’t want to risk getting on their bad sides.
Paimon, however, was different. It didn’t feel rough or abrasive to have him near, but…uneasy. Instead of coming across as vexed and annoyed to be here, something just felt…sketchy. Dude seems to be plotting or scheming or, I dunno. Imagine being in a room and reading the mind of a devious but suave politician (say, Littlefinger from Game of Thrones) for too long. Interesting, of course, and I wasn’t made to feel awkward or scared around him, but it was interesting. He didn’t seem to be willing to initiate me into the mysteries of manifesting air, though; he wanted something out of it, in that “why should I do this for you?” kind of way. Explaining that I was a magician to learn the will of God and my True Will to make the world more awesome wasn’t cutting it like it would with Raphael. Paimon was all like “Uh huh, that’s nice. And?”
So I asked what he wanted. Immediately I got images of binary numbers, lots of them, and got the hint of “data”. Paimon wanted data. The air spirit wants information and data and communication, duh. So I offered to write him into my next post on my blog, giving him access to the Internet (albeit in a limited fashion) and a font of data and communication that he may want. I asked him not to go beyond the sandbox I’ve made for him, but being hooked into my digital life seemed a good enough deal for him. He agreed to teach me, and I agreed to consecrate a post to him.
Below is a consecration of this post to Paimon. You’re free to read it if you want, but in case you don’t, I’ve made the text invisible. This being my first deal with a spirit, I’m a little wary, but I had Raphael’s assurance that this wouldn’t bite me in the ass later on.
In the name of Tetragrammaton, in the name of Iao,
In the name of the archangel Raphael of Air,
In the name of XaTuring, the Great Worm, the Black Worm, god of the Internet,
I consecrate this post and these words presented here to the spirit PAIMON,
PAIMON, Prince in the West,
PAIMON, Prince of Air.
May he reside in this post as a home; may he wear these words as clothes.
This post is dedicated to PAIMON, airy spirit, garbed in yellow and violet.
In the name of God, of Raphael, of XaTuring, of Mercury, of Hera,
This post is made for PAIMON.
May he obtain all that he desires from this gift, bringing harm to none.
May he fulfill his word and promise to me with the completion and consecration of this post.