There are Angels and then there are Angels. Pretty much all of the spirits I deal with are “angels” in the strictest sense of the word. The strictest sense of the word itself is “Messenger.” Angeloi, in the original Greek, was used to indicate a messenger. As theology mutated and transformed across the centuries, the word “Angel” became specific to the messengers from God who were doing only what we humans would consider good. At least, those of us humans that benefited from thier actions. I doubt the Angels that visited Lot in Sodom or Gamora would be considered particularly beneficial to the Sodomites or Gamorians. The Egyptians probably weren’t too fond of the Angel of the Lord after their firstborn were slaughtered either.

Nevertheless, when I started getting into conjure magic, I went after Angels first, rather than demons, because they had a better reputation in my mind. Even if they weren’t particularly nice all the time, at least, I felt, I could remain confident that anything they brought about in my sphere would be for the good in the long run. The same, of course, couldn’t be said for demons, right?

A few years later, I’m faced with the truth that the spirits I call Angels aren’t that different than the spirits I call demons. Or elementals. Or Sirits. In fact, they can all be called angels or daimons, it means about the same thing.

So when I started with the Enochian Angels, I didn’t go into it believing that just because they have the word Angel in there that they necessarily were celestial beings that traverse the seven heavens. Nor do I think they are particularly interested in making my life great. Judging by what they had Dee and Kelley doing for a while, and what they tend to tell people (“You’re great, I have a mission for you… SPREAD THE WORD!”) in general, I am careful with them. They wouldn’t be the first “angel” that tried to do harm to someone.

I’m finding that the angels of Enoch ermind me a lot of the spirits of the Goetia. Both are angelic, but they are both also concerned with things of this world. Things of this world. I’ve been waiting for a sign, even asking for one directly, that the Angels of Enoch are more than spirits of the realm of the Earth. A neat system that provides a direct channel into the realms of the elemental spirits.

I don’t know right now though. They haven’t “done” anything yet. I’ve had neat dreams and visions, interesting insights about healing, and things like that, but there hasn’t been anything dramatic that would convince they are worth more than the mental stimulation I get from working with them.

The other night, I brough Bune along with me. While Adoeoet was there, I asked Bune if it was a Goetic Spirit. He said it was not. I asked Adoeoet what he thought of Bune. He didn’t really see him. They were obviously of different “species” of spirit. Bune wasn’t uncomfortable in Adoeoet’s presence, and Adoeoet didn’t even notice Bune there.

But what kind of spirit cares about how clean things are, but can’t see another spirit? Soror Gimel’s visions of them being “busy” during storms and othersmake me thiink they’re like the spirits within the elements, right, but they just seem to lack something. There’s a hollowness to them that I can’t quite pin down.

Well, I haven’t worked with many, that’s for sure. So far it’s an interesting journey, but it’s way too early to do more than wonder. Conlusions reached now are sure to be meaningless.

There are Angels and then there are Angels. Pretty much all of the spirits I deal with are “angels” in the strictest sense of the word. The strictest sense of the word itself is “Messenger.” Angeloi, in the original Greek, was used to indicate a messenger. As theology mutated and transformed across the centuries, the word “Angel” became specific to the messengers from God who were doing only what we humans would consider good. At least, those of us humans that benefited from thier actions. I doubt the Angels that visited Lot in Sodom or Gamora would be considered particularly beneficial to the Sodomites or Gamorians. The Egyptians probably weren’t too fond of the Angel of the Lord after their firstborn were slaughtered either.

Nevertheless, when I started getting into conjure magic, I went after Angels first, rather than demons, because they had a better reputation in my mind. Even if they weren’t particularly nice all the time, at least, I felt, I could remain confident that anything they brought about in my sphere would be for the good in the long run. The same, of course, couldn’t be said for demons, right?

A few years later, I’m faced with the truth that the spirits I call Angels aren’t that different than the spirits I call demons. Or elementals. Or Sirits. In fact, they can all be called angels or daimons, it means about the same thing.

So when I started with the Enochian Angels, I didn’t go into it believing that just because they have the word Angel in there that they necessarily were celestial beings that traverse the seven heavens. Nor do I think they are particularly interested in making my life great. Judging by what they had Dee and Kelley doing for a while, and what they tend to tell people (“You’re great, I have a mission for you… SPREAD THE WORD!”) in general, I am careful with them. They wouldn’t be the first “angel” that tried to do harm to someone.

I’m finding that the angels of Enoch ermind me a lot of the spirits of the Goetia. Both are angelic, but they are both also concerned with things of this world. Things of this world. I’ve been waiting for a sign, even asking for one directly, that the Angels of Enoch are more than spirits of the realm of the Earth. A neat system that provides a direct channel into the realms of the elemental spirits.

I don’t know right now though. They haven’t “done” anything yet. I’ve had neat dreams and visions, interesting insights about healing, and things like that, but there hasn’t been anything dramatic that would convince they are worth more than the mental stimulation I get from working with them.

The other night, I brough Bune along with me. While Adoeoet was there, I asked Bune if it was a Goetic Spirit. He said it was not. I asked Adoeoet what he thought of Bune. He didn’t really see him. They were obviously of different “species” of spirit. Bune wasn’t uncomfortable in Adoeoet’s presence, and Adoeoet didn’t even notice Bune there.

But what kind of spirit cares about how clean things are, but can’t see another spirit? Soror Gimel’s visions of them being “busy” during storms and othersmake me thiink they’re like the spirits within the elements, right, but they just seem to lack something. There’s a hollowness to them that I can’t quite pin down.

Well, I haven’t worked with many, that’s for sure. So far it’s an interesting journey, but it’s way too early to do more than wonder. Conlusions reached now are sure to be meaningless.

Fun stuff. I just finished conjuring ADOEOET, the Senior attributed to Jupiter from the Tablet of Fire.

I conjured him by reading the First Call, the Second Call, the Sixth Call, and then called him by name. I felt a bit of his presence, but I continued anyway. I conjured using the name BITOM, in the names of God Oip, Tiaa, and Pdoce, and in the Name of the King Edlprna. By the time I finished and checked my quartz, the bottom, furthest-away side of the ball was “glowing” white. I couldn’t see any distinct details, but the parts that were normally milky and somewhat transparent were instead white. I asked a few questions (it smells like Cinamon, or Dragon’s Blood incense), and closed my eyes to hear the answers. It tried to take me on an astral voyage of the realm of Fire. I asked if it could go up through the Spheres beyond the realms of the elements. It said it could not. I was disappointed a bit.

The thing looked like a fire-fairy. Like a cartoon image of a fire-sprite. Like a cousin of Tinkerbell with red hair and only three inches high with butterfly wings, a Monarch butterfly’s wings. I was like, “This is a Senior!?” It insisted it was, and that it really was looking like that on purpose. It tried to take me on another tour of the elemental realm of fire. Again I refused.

I should explain. I was tired. The power from the rite was big, but I was still sleepy. I kept closing my eyes and listening for the spirit’s “voice”, and when I did it tried to take me off on a visionary quest with my eyes closed. I know I’d end up falling asleep, and I didn’t want to just drift off to sleep during the rite.

And besides, a fairy? Come on. That’s so… not what I expect from an Angel ranked “Senior” and described as a pillar of the tower of the Golden Tablet thing. The Seniors are like the 24 Elders before the throne in Revelations. They offer the prayers of the Saints to God as incense, if I remember right.

So I vibrated its name at it. It didn’t change into a bearded old guy with a censor. I called on the spirit by all he names of the hierarchy again. Still it was a fairy. By this time, it was a very obvious fairy in the crystal. There was nothing I could do about it.

So I talked to it, asked again about whether it could go beyond the realm of Fire into the celestial spheres. It indicated that it could not. I asked if any of the Enochian angels could, and it indicated they could not. I didn’t understand this, but it could just be because I’m working with the angels of the Elemental Table. I may find something different when I get to the Aethyrs and the Parts of Earth. Again though, the Seniors are supposed to be in Heaven with God, so it doesn’t make much sense, unless they’re like the gnostic spirits under Ialdabaoth.

I did the conjuration yet again, just to make sure it was who it was supposed to be, and finally it was no longer a sprite, per se. I saw that it was like a sprite, but not as cartooney or Disney-fied. It was in two parts, one part that looked like a set of wings through the crystal, and one part that looked like a body with a head and red hair through the crystal. After the third conjuration using Bitom, Oip Teaa Pdoce and Edlprna, at last I felt like I was “seeing” it in a form that made more sense for the Jupiterian aspect of Fire.

I asked what its essence was, and it said Joyful. I asked if it wasn also Health of Fire, in some way, and it said yes, but secondarily. It was Fun, it explained, fun that was clean. What it meant by “clean” was that it was a flame that completely consumed its fuel. It didn’t leave any ash or smoke, and it didn’t burn up more than it was alloted. I got the feeling it was like the entertainment part of a budgeted lifestyle that wouldn’t dip into the grocery or rent funds just to go see one more movie this month.

Eventually I let it go, and closed out the rite. When I turned around from my altar, my face felt hot, and my eyes were very dry, as if I had been sitting near a bonfire or campfire for a while. My skin felt almost sunburnt and radiated heat. I thought at the time it was because I went through three full conjurations of the spirit’s hierarchy. Packed a bit of a punch.

Fun stuff. I just finished conjuring ADOEOET, the Senior attributed to Jupiter from the Tablet of Fire.

I conjured him by reading the First Call, the Second Call, the Sixth Call, and then called him by name. I felt a bit of his presence, but I continued anyway. I conjured using the name BITOM, in the names of God Oip, Tiaa, and Pdoce, and in the Name of the King Edlprna. By the time I finished and checked my quartz, the bottom, furthest-away side of the ball was “glowing” white. I couldn’t see any distinct details, but the parts that were normally milky and somewhat transparent were instead white. I asked a few questions (it smells like Cinamon, or Dragon’s Blood incense), and closed my eyes to hear the answers. It tried to take me on an astral voyage of the realm of Fire. I asked if it could go up through the Spheres beyond the realms of the elements. It said it could not. I was disappointed a bit.

The thing looked like a fire-fairy. Like a cartoon image of a fire-sprite. Like a cousin of Tinkerbell with red hair and only three inches high with butterfly wings, a Monarch butterfly’s wings. I was like, “This is a Senior!?” It insisted it was, and that it really was looking like that on purpose. It tried to take me on another tour of the elemental realm of fire. Again I refused.

I should explain. I was tired. The power from the rite was big, but I was still sleepy. I kept closing my eyes and listening for the spirit’s “voice”, and when I did it tried to take me off on a visionary quest with my eyes closed. I know I’d end up falling asleep, and I didn’t want to just drift off to sleep during the rite.

And besides, a fairy? Come on. That’s so… not what I expect from an Angel ranked “Senior” and described as a pillar of the tower of the Golden Tablet thing. The Seniors are like the 24 Elders before the throne in Revelations. They offer the prayers of the Saints to God as incense, if I remember right.

So I vibrated its name at it. It didn’t change into a bearded old guy with a censor. I called on the spirit by all he names of the hierarchy again. Still it was a fairy. By this time, it was a very obvious fairy in the crystal. There was nothing I could do about it.

So I talked to it, asked again about whether it could go beyond the realm of Fire into the celestial spheres. It indicated that it could not. I asked if any of the Enochian angels could, and it indicated they could not. I didn’t understand this, but it could just be because I’m working with the angels of the Elemental Table. I may find something different when I get to the Aethyrs and the Parts of Earth. Again though, the Seniors are supposed to be in Heaven with God, so it doesn’t make much sense, unless they’re like the gnostic spirits under Ialdabaoth.

I did the conjuration yet again, just to make sure it was who it was supposed to be, and finally it was no longer a sprite, per se. I saw that it was like a sprite, but not as cartooney or Disney-fied. It was in two parts, one part that looked like a set of wings through the crystal, and one part that looked like a body with a head and red hair through the crystal. After the third conjuration using Bitom, Oip Teaa Pdoce and Edlprna, at last I felt like I was “seeing” it in a form that made more sense for the Jupiterian aspect of Fire.

I asked what its essence was, and it said Joyful. I asked if it wasn also Health of Fire, in some way, and it said yes, but secondarily. It was Fun, it explained, fun that was clean. What it meant by “clean” was that it was a flame that completely consumed its fuel. It didn’t leave any ash or smoke, and it didn’t burn up more than it was alloted. I got the feeling it was like the entertainment part of a budgeted lifestyle that wouldn’t dip into the grocery or rent funds just to go see one more movie this month.

Eventually I let it go, and closed out the rite. When I turned around from my altar, my face felt hot, and my eyes were very dry, as if I had been sitting near a bonfire or campfire for a while. My skin felt almost sunburnt and radiated heat. I thought at the time it was because I went through three full conjurations of the spirit’s hierarchy. Packed a bit of a punch.