Ephemeral Robberies at Wandpoint

            Over two years ago now, on a Thursday evening much like this, I tried out a magical working which I had dubbed “The Ephemeral Robbery at Wandpoint.” Three of us, wearing bandanas over our faces, entered a Border's Bookstore, all moving according to plan, for the most part, although, I’ll admit, with a great deal of nervousness slowing even me down, and making the others a bit meeker than I would have liked as well. This is how it all went down.

            My first accomplice lit an incense stick and used it to cast a circle around the Pagan Discussion Group we had come there to rob. While another accomplice used his tarot cards to divine who exactly had what sorts of energies we should attempt to steal, I handed out a copy of our demands, which were composed within the form of the poem that I’ve attached below. When I announced our intentions to make off with whatever elemental energies they may have had on them, most of them were amused, but, eventually, some of them began to take it very, very, seriously; of course, bereft of such a powerful defense, the most humorless ones ended up feeding us the most energy.

            We used four different containers, a sagittally split skull, a silver bag containing a clear crystal heart, a red bag of matches, and a black bag with a dollar sign on it, to steal each of the four elemental forces (COINCIDENTALLY, the theme of this particular meeting was "energy exchange day." No, that was not part of the plan; it was “a mere coincidence”). I warned them that anyone who tried anything stupid would have arch-demons called down upon them or, if things got really ugly, I would even go so far as to throw the graveyard dirt of angry spirits in their faces, but, in the end, only one guy had been cursed, as I flung a burning demonic sigil at him previously inscribed on some flash paper. I never did get to hear how that worked out for him anyway.

            As we mad our getaway, one of my accomplices got cold feet and wanted to go back into the store and give everything back, so I very quickly told her it was all just make-believe and that obviously we hadn’t really stolen anything. When she turned around to go back inside, my remaining accomplice and I ran away as fast as we could too ensure that this necessary lie didn’t degrade or release any of our take. That was, perhaps, the most odious act of this entire magical exercise, but, as this was all done in service to magick and the revelation of the prime mover, I truly regret none of it.

            However, I will confess that, at the time, I did feel a little bit guilty about the two curses, so, two days later, I set the last one of those demons free on myself. The only one I had left was Baal, and despite the fact that he was once a god, he didn’t seem to bother me very much. Truth be told, I did spend the entirety of that week fighting monsters in my dreams, and, some mornings, I can even recall waking up with no memories of my nights dreams and so much sadness that I couldn't get out of bed, but, eventually, I did a ritual cleansing, using a mixture of sea salt and olive oil, which I used in the shower to scrub my entire body free of any unwanted energies, and that seemed to do the trick.

            Besides these nightmares, I also remember fighting a small cold for a week or two, although I refused to get sick or to allow that depression to linger for too long because I knew it was something being imposed upon me from outside. I refused to bow to any possible “counter attacks” which these magicians may have been attempting to throw at me, or even that I might have thrown at myself on their behalf.

            So, yes, there was some backlash, so much so that when I had originally attempted to post about all this, the power went out and this story was never shared on the blog. Oh glorious war; how blessed I was to have been so “cursed,” because this too furthered the ultimate aims of this working; to make tangible the essential human spirit that exists above and beyond all of these elemental accidents that our consciousnesses are so absorbed and obscured by nearly every waking moment, and, of course, to uniquely display the power and reality of magick in a tangible and dramatic manner. Moralize about this all you want; if the world was filled with unwitting self-cripplers, I'd walk into a wheelchair dispensary and rob it, simply to illustrate how human beings were built for walking.

This is an Ephemeral Robbery at Wandpoint

We’re here to rob you all at wandpoint of your elemental decadence-

Use a magick bag to drag away your wealth, your health, your arrogance;

Wear a spell proof vest across our chests in case some fool-mage feels brave that day

but then drop the bag that holds all you have as we try to make our getaway.

We won’t have bagged up mere accretions of all the things you covet most

these bags will hold your heart, your mind, your mundane will
to steal from heaven's host

the quintessential essences of those elements you now so crave…

left bereft of all but Spirit, that current elemental slave.

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