So someone sent you something. A gift, maybe. An object you didn’t ask for, from someone whose intentions you have since come to understand were not what you’d call friendly. And now you’re having dreams. Not the normal kind.
You can’t move. You’re paralyzed, and there are straws — like actual straws — attached to you, or to children in some kind of school hallway, and something is feeding. Or there’s a hooded figure. He shows up at the edge of sleep, hovering near your bed, whispering things you can almost hear. Sometimes the dreams are sexual — the hooded figure again, pressing in, uninvited. You wake up feeling drained. Not rested. Used.
If that sounds familiar — if multiple people who received objects from the same source are reporting the same imagery, the paralysis, the straws, the hallway, the hooded figure — then congratulations. You don’t have a bad dream problem. You have a bound spirit doing exactly what it was sent to do.
Let’s fix that.
What’s Actually Happening
Objects hold intent. That’s not woo — that’s foundational magical theory going back to Agrippa and before him to the Neoplatonists and before them to practices so old we only know them from the things they left buried at crossroads. A magician who knows what they’re doing — even a shitty one — can bind a spirit or a current of influence to a physical object. Hand it to someone as a gift, and it’s a Trojan horse. The object sits in your space, radiating whatever got packed into it, and the spirit or influence bound to it does its work while you sleep, eat, and go about your day wondering why everything feels slightly wrong.
The consistency of the dream imagery is the tell. When multiple unrelated people who received objects from the same person all report the same specific visuals — not vague “bad vibes” but identical scenes, identical figures, identical sensations — that’s a template. Someone built one construct and bound it to multiple vessels. The straws are the mechanism. The hooded figure is the operator’s projection, his signature in the working. The paralysis is the binding holding you in place while the spirit does its job.
So we’re going to sever the line. Destroy the vessel. Free the spirit from its bondage. And close the door permanently.
Who We’re Calling
There is an aspect of Hekate that was known to the ancient magicians of the Greek Magical Papyri — the same body of practical sorcery that gave us most of what we know about how magic was actually done in the ancient world, not how philosophers wished it were done but how working practitioners bent the fabric of reality in cramped rooms by lamplight.
Her name in this aspect is Borborophorba — Βορβοροφόρβα — the Filth Eater.
In PGM IV.1390-1495, the magician addresses her directly:
“To Moirai, Destinies, Malignities, to Famine, Jealousy, to those who died untimely deaths and those dead violently, I’m sending food: Three-headed Goddess, Lady of Night, who feed on filth, O Virgin, thou Key-holding Persephassa, Kore out of Tartaros…”
Read that again. The magician is sending food to Hekate. And what is the food? The filth. The spiritual pollution. The bound dead, the malignities, the jealousies — all the toxic residue of human pettiness and magical abuse. Hekate Borborophorba eats it. She consumes the pollution, and what remains is clean.
This is the face of Hekate you want when someone has sent you a spiritual parasite wrapped in a gift box.
What You Need
- The cursed item or items
- Firewood — dry logs, enough to build a real fire. This isn’t a candle operation. This is a burn it to ash operation.
- Accelerant — lighter fluid, lamp oil, whatever you’ve got. You’re going to soak the items before they go in.
- A fire-safe location — fire pit, outdoor grill, burn barrel. Don’t burn cursed objects in your living room. I feel like that shouldn’t need saying, but here we are.
- A way to collect the ash afterward
The Work
1. Build Your Fire
Get your logs going first. You want a solid, established fire — not a tentative flame you’re nursing along. This needs to be hot enough to reduce what you’re burning to powder. Let it get going. Let it roar. The fire itself is part of the offering.
2. The Invocation
While the fire builds, stand before it and call Hekate. The PGM gives us the bones of the invocation — I’ve adapted it here from PGM IV.2714-2734 and IV.1400-1406 for this specific purpose. You can read it as written, or use it as a framework and speak from your gut. What matters is the conviction behind the words, not the performance of them. Mean it. That’s the whole secret.
Come, Hekate, mighty one, Dione’s guard,
Torch-bearer, queen, who bends down proud necks —
You who have parted gates of unbreakable steel,
Artemis, protectress, mistress who bursts forth from the earth,
Leader of dogs, all-tamer, crossroad goddess,
Triple-headed, bringer of light —
I invoke you.
Come, Hekate, of the three ways,
You who with your fire-breathing phantoms
Oversee the dreaded paths and harsh enchantments.
Come, Hekate Borborophorba, Eater of Filth,
Lady of Night, Three-headed Goddess —
To you I send food.
I send you the filth that was bound to these objects,
The malignity that was packed into them,
The jealousy and spite of the one who sent them.
AKTIOPHIS ERESCHIGAL NEBOUTOSOUALĒTH
You who stand beside the gates and break them open —
Receive this offering.
Consume all connections between me and the one who sent these things.
Free me from any influence of any spirit bound to these vessels.
And the spirits that were sent against me —
Those conscripted into another’s grudge,
Bound to do work they did not choose —
Take them, Borborophorba.
Bring them to eternal rest.
Free them from their bondage as I am freed from any bonds
someone sought to place on me.
MASKELLI MASKELLŌ PHNOUKENTABAŌTH
OREOBAZAGRA
IŌ, all-powerful goddess.
IŌ, all-guarding one.
IŌ, all-sustaining one.
What was bound is unbound.
What was sent is consumed.
What was hidden is burned to ash and given to you.
The voces magicae — the barbarous words — are from the original PGM spells. AKTIOPHIS ERESCHIGAL NEBOUTOSOUALĒTH is a triad of underworld names associated with Hekate’s power over the gates between worlds. MASKELLI MASKELLŌ is the formula of the Idaean Dactyls, intimately linked to Hekate’s authority. You don’t need to understand them intellectually. As Agrippa wrote, the mind “being astonished at the obscurity of them, and deeply intent, firmly believing that something divine is under it, doth reverently pronounce these words and names, although not understood.” That’s the point. The understanding isn’t yours to have. The power isn’t diminished by your confusion. Say them with conviction, and let them do what they’ve been doing since the papyri were still wet.
3. Soak and Burn
Take the cursed items. Soak them in your accelerant. Don’t be shy about it — you want these things gone, not singed.
Drop them into the fire.
As they burn, repeat the core petition — or just speak it plainly: Hekate Borborophorba, receive this offering. Consume all connections. Free me. Free them.
Watch them burn. Don’t look away. This is your filth being eaten. Let her have every scrap of it.
4. The Ash
Let the fire burn out completely. Don’t rush it. The fire is finishing what you started; let it work.
When it’s cool enough to handle, gather the ash. All of it. Then dispose of it:
- Best option: Take it to a crossroads and leave it there. A real crossroads where paths diverge. Set it down, walk away, don’t look back. The PGM explicitly connects Hekate to crossroads — it’s where she appears, where her power is strongest, where things left behind pass from this world into hers. PGM LXX tells us to “say it at the crossroad, and turn around and flee, because it is at those places that she appears.” She’ll be there. She’s always there.
- Second option: Bury it. Off your property if you can.
- Third option: Let the wind take it. Scatter it somewhere away from your home.
5. Close It Out
Thank the spirits. Thank Hekate. Thank any spirits that were freed in the process. They were prisoners too.
“As you came in peace, so go forth in power.”
Then go home. Take a shower. Eat something grounding. And move on with your life, because that chapter is closed and the person who opened it no longer has a line into your world.
A Note on the Dreams After
The hooded figure should stop appearing. If you were experiencing the paralysis, the straws, the hallway — those should cease. Sometimes there’s one last dream where the figure appears but can’t reach you, or the scene dissolves mid-frame. That’s the working completing itself. If the imagery persists past a week, the object you burned may not have been the only vessel, or there’s a secondary link that needs addressing. But in most cases, fire and Borborophorba handle it. She’s been doing this longer than any of us have been alive.
On the Magician Who Does This Sort of Thing
People who send cursed objects to others are, to put it in precise technical occult terminology, pieces of shit. Someone who binds spirits to trinkets and mails them out like party favors isn’t demonstrating mastery — they’re demonstrating a very specific kind of spiritual cowardice. Just enough knowledge to be dangerous. Not enough wisdom to know what they’re actually doing to the spirits they bind. Not enough spine to face you directly. So they send their little packages and let the bound dead do their fighting for them.
Because here’s what nobody talks about: the spirit bound to that object didn’t volunteer. It was conscripted. Pressed into service by someone else’s grudge, someone else’s wounded ego, someone else’s inability to handle rejection or irrelevance with any dignity. And every night that spirit does its work — the draining, the paralysis, the whispering — it’s not acting from its own will. It’s a prisoner doing forced labor. The magician who did this isn’t just cursing you. He’s enslaving them.
That’s why we call Borborophorba. She doesn’t just destroy the curse — she frees the captive. The filth she eats is the binding itself, the coercion, the chain. What’s left is clean on both sides of the equation. The curse is ash. The spirit is released. And you — you were never the weak one in this story. The person who had to resort to this was.
Don’t waste your energy being angry. The objects are ash. The spirits are free. The connection is severed. Hekate has been dealing with this exact variety of petty, spiteful magician since before Rome fell. You’re in good hands.
Move on. Build your garden. Let the crossroads keep what you left there.
What was bound is unbound. What was sent is consumed. What was hidden is burned to ash and given to the Filth Eater.
As you came in peace, so go forth in power.
