Hey everyone,

I've written up a detailed report of my first attempt at witchcraft. It was a love spell originally, but I turned it into a sort of lust spell. This report is lengthy, going into 3 pages on Microsoft Word, so if you're going to read it get comfortable (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif) and don't forget to tell me what you think! So it begins.

Back story:

I had been talking to this girl I knew (met her in Harvard Square, Boston) for about 5 months while I was studying in Glasgow. We got to know each other very well, sharing things we hadn’t and haven’t shared with anyone. Eventually this friendship developed into romantic feelings on both sides.

When I transferred back to the States we hung out a few more times until she was introduced to another guy, who she ended up liking more than myself (at least that’s how I perceived it). It was then that things started going to shit. For a month she was being, in her own words, a real bitch, to me. She cancelled hanging out (seeing a movie, getting lunch, just chilling) perhaps half a dozen times for reasons I later found out were fabricated, or else not entirely true. She would also always claim to be busy when I asked if she wanted to hang out another time.

I became exasperated knowing that there was no way she was going ‘settle’ on instead of this other guy, so I decided to resort the love spell on the webpagehttp://www.luckymojo.com/graveyarddirt.html which utilizes green paper, graveyard dirt and vandal root. Not having green paper or even knowing where to find vandal root I decided to improvise.

Method:

As started above, I did not have the material necessary to perform that given love spell, so I modified and improvised. I took out my copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon and searched for a spirit that dealt with such matters of the flesh. Not having to look far, I came upon Spirit #12, Sitri, who I now refer to as “The Lord of Lust.” Using a piece of paper I enlarged his seal and left a center circle between his outer name and inner drawing. In this center circle I wrote the name of the girl on the top, and my name on the bottom, and imposed the Seal of Jupiter of it, as Sitri is governed by Jupiter, as suchhttp://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l142/jcweiss87/Sitri.jpg?t=1204672204 This was on Friday the 15th of February, 2008.

After classes that day I went to the Old Granary Burial Ground in Boston and was drawn to the grave of a Mr. Benjamin Benard, where I asked permission andcollected a small sample of graveyard. I had no way of knowing that if Mr. Benard thought it was ok if I took the dirt, but the age of death I saw on the grave was 18, but I figured that a young man around my age might be more sympathetic to my situation than an older man or woman.

I offered him loose leaf tea and high quality pipe tobacco as a gift, promised to bring the dirt back when I was finished with it, said a prayer and headed home. The graveyard dirt was actually more like a muddy clay than dirt due to rains and melting snow.

When I got home I decided to dry the mud out by building a fire in our wood burning stove and placed the now clumped mud onto the reduced coals for a few minutes. Afterwards, I ground it up into a fine powder, placed it on the paper and added a few drops of my own blood to the dirt (between 6 and 8 drops, then placed the neatly folded package under my bed, about in between where my heart and crotch lie when I’m sleeping.

Results:

Five days later, on the 18th of February, I received a text message from the girl saying, “I need to talk to you… Its important…”. Given her current trend in how she was treating me I naturally assumed the worst. I logged onto AIM and said ‘hi, got your message.’ Out of nowhere comes a flurry of apologies for being such a bitch to me, that she just realized how much I mean to her, that I’m her best friend, how she realized the other guy isn’t right for her because he’s self absorbed, egotistical, doesn’t get her like I do, and that she thought he was just using her for free lunches.

Score.
(Transcript of conversation is available if the readers want it).

Post Results:
Having seemingly achieved my goal I decided it would only be fit to pay homage to Sitri. I wasn’t sure (and I’m still not, looking back) whether to pay homage for 12 days (the same as his position in the Lesser Key) or for 10 days, double the time it took to turn the girl towards me. I decided on 10 days.
My method for this was to light a candle and two sticks of Sandlewood incense every night and exalt Sitri for being the Lord of Lust.

The first three nights I would light the sticks of incense first, and then the candle, saying a prayer thanking Sitri after this was done, and offering him my sword. Interestingly, those three nights produced in my disquieting dreams, not bad per say, just slightly disturbing. On the forth night I decided it would be better to light the incense off of the already lit candle.

This created interesting result, including, by-and-large a thankful loss of disturbing dreams. That first night, while I was awake, the flame of the candle began acting in ways I have never seen a candle flame act. It would go from being six inches high and maybe knitting needle thin, to short and fat in a matter of half a second, and it would dance around, kind of like a belly dancers movements, with staying almost completely still. I would like to make it clear that there was no major air current in the room at this time, no fan was on and I had been sitting on my bed for around 10 ten minutes. This made me a bit uneasy to be honest, so I thanked Sitri for manifesting himself and blew the candle out.

From that night on I would light the incense from the candle, and when I knelt to pay homage to Sitri the flame would flicked at medium intensity and at times go crazy when I pronounced Sitri to be the “Lord of Lust!”

On the 10th and final night of my paying homage, Thursday the 28th of February, I had meant to make a larger offer to Sitri because it was the last day but also because it was the day that Jupiter reigned over. Unfortunately, this offering slipped my mind, only to come back to it at the last minute, and I ended up just offering Sitri an extra stick of incense.

Thoughts:
There are a lot of possibilities that can discount this possible work of witchcraft. Coincidence being one.

I had known that the girls friend asked the other guy what he thought of the girl, and he said something along the lines of ‘I’m not sure if she’s my type.’

As for the candle flame, there was no obvious air current in the room at any time, however there may have been micro air currents, or even possibly the smoke from the incense affecting the way the flame moved.

When I returned the dirt to Old Granary Burial Ground I confirmed that I had returned to the right grave by looking at the name and seeing a bit of my offering still buried in the ground. However, on rereading the marker I was somewhat shocked, and mighty pleased. It read, “Here lies Mr. Benjamin Benard who died Nov 9th 1781 at 48 years of age.” That’s an age way off from what I originally read it as.

Now, I have been justly accused of not paying attention to the little details more times than I can count, but I know that when I first found this grave it said he was 18, and I know this because I was very particular about which grave to choose. That, I think, was the sign that it was ok to take the dirt from his grave.

After returning the dirt, I got on the subway and felt as if a weight had been lifted from my whole body, I was energized, focused, feeling good; non of which I had been feeling for the past 4 days since I stopped paying homage to Sitri.

Tonight I plan to do the LBRP in my room to remove any lingering effects Sitri’s presence might still have. I have also destroyed the paper by soaking it in salt water and then burning it.

Conclusion:
A somewhat successful working with plenty of room for improvement.


PS: I apologize for any bad grammar or spelling that may be in this, I was in a rush to type it and haven't had time to revise because I have school work that needs to be done.