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This came to me at the mountain this morning, so forgive the rambling. Bear with me.
A lot of the spirits we work with were once people or gods. Astaroth is Astarte. A good number of the Goetic kings and dukes read like euhemerized rulers or demoted pagan deities, remembered now as little more than a name, a seal and an office. Somebody wrote the name down, drew the sigil, said what the spirit grants, and centuries later here we are calling it. That is the whole machinery: a name, a seal, an office, and a rite to open the door.
So here is the thought. A practitioner spends a lifetime on their own grimoire, their real notes, their own results. What if, near the end, they buried it. Not to hide it, but to plant it. You add your own name. You draw your own seal. You state plainly what you will grant. You write the rite for how to call you. And you leave it in the ground for whatever inhabits the earth in a few hundred or a few thousand years to dig up. You would have made a summonable spirit out of yourself.
The pieces are all old if you go to the sources. Grimoires were buried and walled up for real; the Cyprianus and Black Book traditions live on exactly that fear of a text found by the wrong hands. The Egyptians were blunt about it: while your name is still spoken you are not fully dead, and erasing a name was the real death, which is why the Book of the Dead reads like instructions for persisting and being called. Necromancy is just the near end of the same idea. Deep time is the only new part, and even that we already do, we leave warnings on nuclear sites for people who will not share our language.
I want to be honest: I have not found this exact practice named in any old text, so the packaging is mine. But every thread it is woven from is documented.
So I will put it to you. Would you do it? Would you bury your personal grimoire, with your name and your seal and a way to call you, for some future finder? Or does being summoned by a stranger in a thousand years unsettle you more than death itself? And if you have ever met a spirit you suspected was once just a person who pulled this off, I would love to hear it.
A lot of the spirits we work with were once people or gods. Astaroth is Astarte. A good number of the Goetic kings and dukes read like euhemerized rulers or demoted pagan deities, remembered now as little more than a name, a seal and an office. Somebody wrote the name down, drew the sigil, said what the spirit grants, and centuries later here we are calling it. That is the whole machinery: a name, a seal, an office, and a rite to open the door.
So here is the thought. A practitioner spends a lifetime on their own grimoire, their real notes, their own results. What if, near the end, they buried it. Not to hide it, but to plant it. You add your own name. You draw your own seal. You state plainly what you will grant. You write the rite for how to call you. And you leave it in the ground for whatever inhabits the earth in a few hundred or a few thousand years to dig up. You would have made a summonable spirit out of yourself.
The pieces are all old if you go to the sources. Grimoires were buried and walled up for real; the Cyprianus and Black Book traditions live on exactly that fear of a text found by the wrong hands. The Egyptians were blunt about it: while your name is still spoken you are not fully dead, and erasing a name was the real death, which is why the Book of the Dead reads like instructions for persisting and being called. Necromancy is just the near end of the same idea. Deep time is the only new part, and even that we already do, we leave warnings on nuclear sites for people who will not share our language.
I want to be honest: I have not found this exact practice named in any old text, so the packaging is mine. But every thread it is woven from is documented.
So I will put it to you. Would you do it? Would you bury your personal grimoire, with your name and your seal and a way to call you, for some future finder? Or does being summoned by a stranger in a thousand years unsettle you more than death itself? And if you have ever met a spirit you suspected was once just a person who pulled this off, I would love to hear it.