cast: sorcery

To Become a Sorcerer

‘If one wishes to become a true sorcerer. but without having to sell oneself
to the Devil, then one should go to the churchyard on a Thursday night
between two and four o'clock. This is what one says:

Inhabitants of the Kingdom of Death
this payment I borrow from you
that sometime you might tell me
how to find out that which I wish to know.

Then one goes up to the church-bell and scrapes a little metal from it and
keeps it in a bottle. If one then wants to find out about something. whatever
it may be, then one goes to the churchyard on a Thursday night and says:

Inhabitants of the Kingdom of Death.
Come forth!
Tell me how I should restore this coin that I have borrowed from you
it shall be paid back to you on that day that I enter with you into eternity.

Then one may learn from the spirits anything that one wishes to know, even
if there is no earthly way for you to discover it. Each time one wants to find
out about something. then one goes to the churchyard and repeats the ritual.

End-note: The Wise One purloins some bell metal (apparently considered to be akin to a coin) and promises to return it when he joins them in the Kingdom of Death. In exchange for this undertaking he requests knowledge. There is no Christian component to this ritual, simply a rather manipulative contract between the Wise One and the Dead. Also, there is no infernal aspect; the services of the Dead being obtained instead of selling oneself to the Devil.’

from The Graveyard Wanderers: The Wise Ones and the Dead in Sweden 
     
by Tom Johnson Ph.D.

Little by little you must create a fog around yourself; you must erase everything around you until nothing can be taken for granted, until nothing is any longer for sure, or real. Your problem now is that you’re too real. Your endeavors are too real; your moods are too real. Don’t take things so for granted. You must begin to erase yourself.

We only have two alternatives; we either take everything for sure and real, or we don’t. If we follow the first, we end up bored to death with ourselves and with the world. If we follow the second and erase personal history, we create a fog around us, a very exciting and mysterious state in which nobody knows where the rabbit will pop out, not even ourselves.
—  Carlos Castaneda

I had the absolute pleasure to work on Lost Spheres Publishing’s title City of 7 Seraphs.
Here is one example of some of the characters I worked on.

“Let not the wings fool you. The Seraphs? They are tombstones. Grave markers for all Creation. Eternal. Divinity. It matters not. They are illusions. Only Ice preserves. Only Undeath persists. Let the Seraphs mark your grave as well and join us in the true endlessness…”

Duxandus the Forever Frozen, Icegrave Enclave