This rather simple ritual could easily be construed as a
curse, but to label it simply as such would be a bit premature. A curse is
punishment for action, and while this ritual does return any ill-will they may
have inflicted upon you, its true purpose is cleansing: cleansing you of your
anger (or any other residual emotions) toward them and theirs aimed at you. It
is punishment for their actions, but not for their emotions – which I think is
a subject often neglected when it comes to curses. While it is their actions
that have hurt you, these actions stem from emotion and if that emotion is not
dealt with, a curse can only correct their action via punishment (indirectly).
This ritual is intended clear that resentment as much as it is to return what
harm they may have inflicted on you.
The Black Serpent is fire – it is cleansing and it is
destructive: it is the insatiable inferno devouring vice and it is the flaming
spear that impales those who seek your destruction. It is preservation – for
it is the Anchor that binds us to the physical world, so that we might face our
trials and learn from these tribulations.
The methodology for this ritual is very lax and craves
personalization. I offer unto you only a generalized course of action that may
be adapted in whatever way a witch sees fit. I do – however – encourage the
use of fire, as (mentioned above) the Serpent is ruled by it. A personal affect
or photo of he/she to whom you will dispatch the Serpent is also recommended.
To begin, light your fire – Spirit Fire would work very
well – and present, before the flames, your target. Conjure the Serpent:
From the Earth – from the Depths, Hark: Black Serpent
rise – From the poisoned garden, From the earthly cauldron, From my shadow – born, There is – yet – work to be done:
While the “hymn” suggests the Serpent’s lair is
within the Earth, it resides at your spine (where its divine twin – the Light
Serpent, your Soul/Spirit – coils around it) and anchors you thusly to the
Earth. Offer to the flames the affect or photo – command the Serpent:
Go forth now – at my behest, To the throat of my transgressor: Wreak on them thy vicely clench – and Dip thy poisoned-tooth to vein, Devour at their prideful altar, And bestow on them – my wrath,
When you feel the Spirit or energy of the other person and
have developed a temporary bond, proceed:
Oh great serpent – writhing Anchor to the middle world: Bind the eyes – From seeing; Bind the tongue – From speaking lies; And bind the mind – That does derive falsehoods From my Truth, Feed – O carnal beast of man, On their deception – their predilection For my misery, And in thy gilded gullet – Imbued with my redemption – Churn the harbored hate They hold, And turn out – unto me Nubile and golden Blessings That I might wear As a diadem Of Victory;
When the work is done and when you have been purged of your
anger, sadness, etc., call the Serpent home:
Hark, my Shadow servant – return, From whence you came, Gorged on vice and anger, To the Earth – to the Depths, To the black specter that trails Ever behind me – Til’ I call on thee again.
Extinguish the fire – the working is complete.
photo source – from the book Serpentine by photographer Mark Laita
Dɪsɴᴇʏ Eʀᴀ Fɪʟᴍ Cʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ | Kʀɪsᴛᴇɴ’s Rᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ Oғ Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Aɢᴇ Mᴏᴠɪᴇs [5/8] ➽ The Black Cauldron (1985) ↳“Now I call on my army of the dead: The Cauldron Born. Arise, my messengers of death! Our time has arrived.”
“Oh my soldiers… Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make you Cauldron Born. Yes. Oh, yes. Then you will worship me! Oh, my soldiers. How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men.”