July 14th, 2005
|08:33 am - The ghost of Dude|
The past two nights have been basically preparing to summon a ghost. See, the mechanics of it are pretty simple: Contact the overseer of the angels in the fifth encampment of the first firmament of the heavens, convince him that I'm a bigger, badder angel than he is, order him to send his angels out to do my dirty work, and get this ghost to rise up from the grave.
In all, not that difficult.
The difficult part will be pronouncing all the angelic names correctly. Fortunately, I have both the Hebrew and an English transliteration. Unfortunately, I don't read Hebrew.
My target ghost goes by the name of "Dude", and I'll be questioning him.
Having never questioned a ghost about things before, this should be interesting. I'm not sure how accurate he'll be, as he hasn't been dead all that long, but the angels will persuade him not to lie. Apparently, most ghosts are likely to lie when asked a question.
I don't have a target date set for this working, but it should be soon. I'm still working up a list of questions for him.
Also, last night, I went hiking with singingwren at Highbanks. At one point, she took off down a trail that pretty much ended in the woods and with me on my kness.
But the fingernail scratches she gave me are more visible than the bramble scratches.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More", -JB
Yes, that Dude.
This particular working will be totally solitary. Repeating the Hebrew names of sixty-two angels seven times will be embarassing enough. I could be there all night just trying to get that part right.
Besides, one person has less of a change of being caught than two, hanging out in a cemetary in the middle of the night summoning ghosts.
Hebrew can be fun. Why not Enochian?
Probably because the Jews in the first - fifth centuries AD didn't write Enochian. That's my guess. Besides, I don't know *any* Enochian.