Casting sigil magic to get laid Lately, a few persons have approached me about learning to cast sigils. Now, albeit one of the easiest magic tricks to perform in one’s life, I don’t think people really realise the phenomenology behind how sigils do their work. (NOTE — I admit, I just learned about the plural form of the word sigil as sigila, rather than the anglicised sigils. It looks so much more fun.) So for example, let’s talk about getting laid, or even the silliest move anyone can make in a sigil and create an intent for someone to fall in love with you. People get into a fluff about this because they’re presuming that someone is casting a Hollywood magic trick on them: cast this spell, they instantly change and wanna fuck your brains out. It doesn’t work that way. Say I meet some ba r star that I wanna fuck or some girl that works at the local restaurant or pub, so I cast a sigil: I will Jane Doe to want to give me oral pleasures. Okay, so we get down to doodling our sigil out of IWLJNDTGVRPS, or whatever your preferred method is. (I use a female in this instance, but for any women out there just think of some guy whose heart you wanted to seduce, then destroy.) Over time — and I’ve had sigils do their thing for years — a lot of magicians neglect to admit to themselves that the sigil will change them as much as the events apparently app arently outside of their self. So this Jane Doe, I wanna get it on with her. She may be so completely incompatible with me, from taste in music to literature to cinema to food, that if I actually got g ot to know her I’d want to knock her teeth out and skull-fuck her with the bumper of my car. But I don’t know that yet. My ego is whispering to me (or is it my dick) that I want to chew on her tits, slap her thighs, bruise her ass, and pull pu ll at her hair. 1
So we cast our sigil, jerking off on some our wee glyph, asking God to hook us up. So what needs to happen to bring this about? Truly, it could come down to someone feeding her Rohypnol and you tripping, having your wang accidentally slide into her. That’s not very plausible, however, though nor is magic I suppose, so never mind. Whether she changes at all, bringing about an attraction to you, is questionable. It was her you cast the sigil after, her you want to fuck, her, her, her. Sure, just your body, but your mind is trying to fill in the blanks and has no reference point cuz you don’t know her. So what may very well happen is that you may start hanging out with a crowd she knows. Not a crowd you particularly like, but any number of reasons may draw you into this social clique. You may dress differently. You may take on a different attitude, become cockier, gentler, more artistic, more sporty, whatever. Or at least try to take on the appearance of such. You may have something semitraumatic happen which skews your perception or way you act. These things bring you closer to her. Without you knowing it. A few things of a similar nature may happen to her, cuz she’s going to have to have something in common with you to even spark a conversation or something. Though, if you cast a sigil and end up in a stuck elevator with her while she’s testing out one of those hidden strap-on vibrators, and maybe she’s on ecstasy or something, and for the next three hours she breaks down and offers to fuck your brains out… kudos to you, that’s good magic. But because the Game of Life is all about the gods’ experiences through us, chances are they’ll throw something in there to make the viewing interesting — at least for them. So essentially, you may very well become, over a month, a year, a decade?, someone you don’t particularly like. All in the name of a
base instinct to procreate, encoded by social means of what is attractive. I tried this once to interesting effect. Years ago I met a girl, not of my clique, not of my upbringing, and of a social character I generally had grown to dislike. I was mean to her when we first met, and she learned to avoid me for the first few months (we worked together). But I was mean because I took it upon myself to presume that she was all looks and no thinks; also, one of our staff made mention that “She’s pretty. Period,” after asking about her. In time, we came to talk and it turned out we got along decently. I was sexually attracted to her so I cast an experimental sigil out to see what would come of it. Over the years, we grew together as friends, had some close calls sexually, have developed a peculiar friendship, and explored and talked about our sexual attractions but never fully pursued them. I never pushed it as far as it may have gone, I’m lazy that way, but looking back at it now I realise that she does host the characteristics I despise in women. Sure, many girls have these dispositions, but it really came out in her and her friends. So why was I friends with her? She does have an intelligent side, but it was often neglected in the name of drugs, liquor, and chasing boys. I can look back and see changes made in the way I perceived these groups of girls, the neighbourhood in which they were raised, their clubs, music, and social habits. I tried them out, I bitched and complained, but I went out regardless. I put up with clucking hens, pointless indulgences, and foolish debauchery (not even the cool kind), hanging out with the über-vain of Edmonton and listening to the same, repetitive You look so thin and I just adore your shoesies. Why? Was it the doing of the sigil? My penis? My natural disposition to try to get to know hot chicks that might be hiding a pension for intelligence and character? Chances are it’s all 2
of these things, but I do believe the sigil played a part. If I hadn’t cast the sigil, I doubt I’d have been as close to her and have developed the oddly unique, ambiguously flirtatious friendship that we had. But I didn’t fuck her. Though she’d be fun in bed, and she’s a good cuddler, we both have a similar standard in regards to gratuitous sex. So even though the Universe may have brought up events to bring us together to form this bond, deeper beneath the veil of my magical request and the intermittent phenomenon that took place and were affected by such a request, we had issues more important to us than getting our pink parts sucked. The ego colours my requests to the Universe, but essentially there are important issues beyond it that seem to stay prevalent. The ego is indeed an illusion, and social taboos and means are there to create new dramas, but they will ultimately bring you down the right paths necessary. The only horrible thing any individual can do is neglect their destinies, fight the opportunities — good and bad — that are thrown their way. For the more you deny the gods their entertainment, the more they’ll kick you in the ass to get back on track, harder and harder until either you self-destruct or come to through trauma or some other equally harsh realisation. I guess what I am looking at here is that it’s okay to cast a sigil for whatever — revenge, love, sex, power — but always remember that the road it will take you on to get your desire will change you more than it may change the rest of the world. A simple concept to quantum theorists, mystics, and occultists, but truly try to wrap your head around the fact that we don’t see the universe as it is, we see it as we are. Posted by Don at 13:40
