A sigil is generally a little symbol that is used for one specific function. These can be charged into what are known as Servitors; one step up from a sigil. Servitors are freethinking entities, but You control them.
A sigil can be any sign that you can come up with as long as it's ORIGINAL. Just sketch it up on some paper and you will be ready.
Casting Directions for ‘Sigils into Servitors'
After coming upwith your Sigil, you must charge it. This may be done by turning you sigil's name (yes, sigils need to have a name before you can turn it into a servitor) to a mantra. For instance: if your sigil's name is lets say Cyprus, you can chant: ” sai-per-us” over and over until you believe that your sigil has sufficient energy.
This will empower your soon-to-be servitor for the next step.
Stand or sit in a humble but comfortable position and state:
PHENOMINIZE MY CREATURE, TAKE FORM WITH THE BREATH OF MY MIND
I GIVE YOU LIFE IN THIS SHAPE WITHIN MY MIND
I GIVE YOU LIFE UPON THE ASTRAL PLANE
I GIVE YOU LIFE IN THE NON-LOCALITY MATRIX
TAKE THIS FORM
I BIND YOU TO MY WILL MY CREATURE
I NAME YOU (name)
EVER ANSWER MY SUMMONS TO THIS NAME
FOR YOU ARE MY SERVITOR AND I AM THY GOD
SERVE ME WELL
NOW I COMMAND THEE WITH THESE WORDS
OD FISIS NANAEL (OD FEESIS NAH-NAY-EL)
TO LURK QUIETLY AND AWAIT MY SUMMONS.
Following this, you can tell your new friend what to do.
Please take care of it, so charge it daily with your mantra.
have fun!
To Whom It May Concern – Every Witch from the Road to the Second Star to the Right and Straight on Till Morn:
A secret stirs. A question lingers. Can any among you tell me what is happening to me? But not just tell—tell it in a way that would make the Wise Men ride again.
If I may, if I might, if this, then that.
I was. I am. I will be.
A cyclops sees with one narrow view. A human sees with two—double vision.
Blind Melon, Third Eye Blind… Then I realized—the third eye.
I made a spectacle of myself, and yet I was never so blind.
Now, in all four eyes, I see you. And you see me.
But two sets of two make us both blinder than a bat.
Eagle eye. Bird’s eye view.
i5, i6, i7—chips on the shoulders of Intel, super surveillance.
i8—murderous math, the price of creation. The git and the take.
When 7 ate 9, I realized—I’m not of this world.
If I now see with all nine eyes… 333.
If not this one, then which one?
A cyclops. A human. A song on the radio. The evil chip in the PC.
What speaks to me says: Do the math.
So let’s skip the third degree and get to the point.
I need to make a point. To gain leverage over this, that, and the other.
If I say, I am the CEO of all I see… Vatican City… The Holy SEE!—who might that make me?
The 33rd day of the year, leaving 333 days in a leap year.
The birth of a child. A breach of contract.
A real game changer.
The eve of the Sabbath—make a natural what of me?
If you can decipher the meaning, know this—it’s not hidden anymore.
The anguish, the hang, the witch of trial—back in the day.
IT WORKED, Y’ALL. GUESS WHO? I’M BACK.
It was not Agatha all along.
GOD put a spell on me