This is a good point and myth recently asked about warding dream and astral space I think.
I use the same banishing I do in the physical in dreams, Iāve also reached out and just absorbed all the energy blobs around me when I was being chased in dreams- I couldnāt figure out which body the chaser would take nextā¦ so I figured If I took them all, whatever was left had to be itā¦
the dreamscapeā¦ that is a crazy place lol. Logic doesnāt seem to come to me quite as well thereā¦
I donāt leave my wards. Not awake, not asleep, not anything else. Iāve had some weird things pop up on the astral, but the only time since I made my wards Iāve been without them have been intentional on my part or intentional on the part of a spirit who gets a lot of weight in them.
Iām happy Iām not the only one. No one believes a kid seeing āspookyā stuff, but that doesnāt mean it isnāt real. Iāve actually blocked out a few things Iāve seen because I have a recollection of certain mirrors showing me things but not what I saw.
There are a few sayings about mirrors and bedrooms and I site as many as possible when I tell people that I donāt want to see any mirrors (or reflective surfaces) from my bed.
I tried a couple times. Iām still working on it, but I have been seeing things in the mirror even if it isnāt a black mirror.
Yep! It messes with my practice too. I avoid it because I donāt want the dreams and because it makes me more likely to have not-good (biased especially) magick experiences.
Belial & Dantalion Notes (September 16, 2022)
Belial told me the first time we met that we would meet again before he gave me what I wanted. True to his word, itās been a few days and I have an opportunity landing in my lap (obviously I put effort into it too, as I said when arrangements were made initially). Iām hoping it works out the way I want. Iāve āgrown upā a bit from when I made my ask to now, at least Iād like to think so. Iām excited to see how it turns out and hoping for the best.
Tomorrow Iāll have some time and maybe Iāll put together a ritual, although Iām not sure if I should wait a bit for that.
Dantalion and I had a rather intense ritual last night. I can still feel it and anticipate it lasting for another 2-3 days. It wasnāt quite invocation or possession; but those and serious energy trades are the only times Iāve felt anything near this. Last night I wanted to crawl out of my body it was so just fucking much for me to handle.
We had a brief chat on glamours and then otherāat the moment confidential 
ā stuff, and then headed to his āmazeā where the intense stuff happened. Itās āastralā? Iām not all the way sure, but itās not this plane. Iām not gonna share those details now, but maybe later. It was new and different and holy fuck the tail end of that ritual had me rolling around trying to figure out what to do with myself and the energy, etc. I was feeling in me.
The discussion we had on glamours was actually really interesting and shined a new light on ways to use them for me. Aside from that standard getting people to perceive you how you want them to or shinning up a social media post/ resume/ advertisement, I learned a bit on another style of glamour. If youād asked me a couple months ago, I would never have called this that word, but Iām beginning to see it is glamour (magick). So Iāll bet thereās a real word out there, but Iām going to call them āstickly glamoursā because they latch onto (āstickā with) any person that pokes them the right way. We talked about a couple types of these including ones the reflect desires (which actually gets a bit dark and convoluted).
For context, thereās a thing thatās been stalking me for about 2 weeks and Iām getting increasingly more fed up, havenāt felt it since early last night now though:
Me: Thereās someone here, I can feel them. Itās like a ghost of the thing thatās been stalking me. I can feel it. Itās still poking, trying to get through my wards and I donāt know why. Dantalion?
Dantalion: Yes, [ENDEARMENT].
M: What is this thing?
D: The spirit of another.
D: * Touches my arm *
M: How do I get it to stop watching me? Itās making me uncomfortable.
D: It is trying to get in and you know it.
M: I do know. I donāt want it āin.ā
D: You wish to know who?
M: Yes.
D: [DESCRIPTION.] A human, I know not why.
M: I donāt believe you. I think you do know why and you donāt want to tell me.
D: Perhaps, [ENDEARMENT].
M: * Non-subtly changes conversation to glamours.*
D: * Is judgmental. *
D: [TYPE OF DESIRE] clouds.
[clouds reason, thought, etc.]
M: I agree.
D: It is what he was most wanting for.
M: A desire so to speakā¦
We continued to talk about this line of reasoning for a few more moments. The idea that glamours can reflect at people the things they crave, desire, āneedā without the thing being real. Not real, obviously, on the side that holds the glmour as a mask or ward, but also not real on the other side. Itās a fabrication of feeling. A false creation/implantation of having a need or desire met. It was an interesting talk. And a way of using glamours (or a perspective on them at least) that Iāve not thought too deeply about before; rather than have someone see you and see beauty, they see you as a reflection of some part of themselves or their own desires.
Some high key manipulation if you ask me. So my interest and has been piqued and maybe Iāll have to play around with this a bit.
I want to start off by saying thereās more than one but due to the nature of other (cough Furcalor cough) binding agreements I have, I only feel comfortable sharing on this one at present. Maybe Iāll get to others later on.
So Iām not talking about gentle bindings here, Iām talking about specifically things that have come as a result of being pacted (or other similar arangements), firm and secure, and mildly unbreakable bonds. Itās been a few months now since we entered into the pact, so I think itās been long enough now that I feel okay sharing some things about my pact that Iāve been really hesitant to disclose for a while. (Dantalion has also lifted a couple of his ārequestsā on not sharing certain things.)
Just to note: Iām not giving descriptions of Dantalion (appearance) here for a reason. I donāt feel like it, it would take so many words, and Iām not sure I can use the right words.
The night I handled pact details and pacted with with Dantalion, we were really vague. The type of vague I would not recommend others to be, but love myself. I was told to expect to be taught, to be consistent in my practice, to keep certain things secret, and that I would be taken care of with regard to protection and requests (that did/would not bring me harm). Dantalion used a request of mine as leverage to get into this pact and then denied me that same requestā¦probably Iāve realized because it would have somehow hurt me. There was more, but these are really the main points. And when I asked what if Dantalion failed to comply, I was met with a terrifying sight indeed. It was like the gates of hell opening up and a vortex calling everything in sight deep into it; flames, a red swirly glitter tornado, black cracked rock around the edges, this immense feeling of fear and suffering that overwhelmed me. I wanted to know that we both had something at stake if things didnāt pan out. Knowing that both of us could be pulled into something unwantedāto that extreme at thatāwas reassuring to me. I always wondered why we trust that theyāll uphold their end without threat of āpunishment,ā but the reality is I suppose they are bound to our agreements in their own way.
It was later that ritual that I understood the real meaning of exchanging energy, exchanging āsoulā or self or whatever the fuck else itās called with a demon, spirit, djinn, āentityā. I didnāt know then what I was getting into. I was told to sit with my back against a wall, breathe, and be still by a spirit I trustedāstill trust. I was told to close my eyes and not put up resistance. I was told to trust.
He walked me into that so fucking well. The calmness, the authority, the ease, and the comfort he had was incredible. And there I was, no fucking idea what I was in for. I canāt really explain all of what happened. But I do know at some point I couldnāt breathe, at another point I was falling over onto my face, and at another point I was trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
He wove our energy together so seamlessly, so effortlessly from my viewpoint. It was exchanged, traded, made a binding. I was pulled into him and he was pulled into me. And thatās what (gently) knocked me out (I donāt know how long I was laying there for lights out). I didnāt know they did things like that? I mean, I knew there were claims about energy entanglement with spirits, but I hadnāt known what that meant until I sat back up and understood.
It was over a month later that he suggested something different for our āpact ritualā (I call rituals that pertain to pact things āpact ritualsā). He told me to sit upright and to let him take me somewhere. I grabbed my phone to record because I wasnāt going to be able to take notes. Talking should come easily enough I figured. (Oh my fucking god, that recording is otherworldly, especially considering there are things/sounds that are not human made in there, fucking creepy).
I āopened my eyesā (not physically) into a long hallway. It was dark and there were so many doors lining the walls. I looked around and walked a few steps forward, then tried to walk back. I was told to only move forward, everything would come around but back tracking was a sure way to get lost (near indefinitely for some Iād guess). He told me to find his door, or a door that he wanted me to open Iām not sure on the phrasing. It was a strange walk, I asked what was at the end of the hall and he said we could look. Iām not here to talk about what was behind Door Number 1 though, just bindings so weāll skip that for this post.
Eventually, I ended up in the room he wanted me at. It was cozy with some glowing purple accents and lots of darkness. Dark walls, seating, etc. He told me to have a seat on a ācouchā so I did right across from this freaky giant black mirror and this big, human-head size claw machine claw hand that was perched in a wall indent/cubby facing outward. Out of a horror movie, guys. It was bordering terrifying. If it wasnāt for his energy rippling as loudly as it was throughout the space and his constant reassurances that I was with him and safe, and to be calm, that nothing bad would happen, I would have been inconsolable.
A spirit takes you to their āhome,ā which is affectionately dubbed āmazeā and into a torture chamber with comfy chairsā¦ it was a bit intense, and not what I was expecting. Iād never been in any similar type of situation.
So Iām sitting on his comfy chair and he comes to sit down too. Iām expecting a chat, not for the wall claw to start moving. Weāre going to skip over my fear and jump too the energy splicing part. It didnāt āhurt,ā but I get the feeling he did some weird magick trick because it definitely felt like it was supposed to. It felt like I was being wrenched apart, my energy, my body, my sense of being forcibly made to separate and stop being a coherent single piece. Dantalion was very nice throughout this particular experience, I think anyone who knows him knows heās pretty calm energywise and Iāve never been so thankful than in these situations. Astral breathing tightness and hyperventilating aside, my physical body was nearly unable to breathe through that whole experience, I could feel what was happening in his ālairā and knew it was tracking physically to my body. That was a bit unnerving, but again I felt safe so that was helpful and reassuring.
The audio on that is really something.
When Iād finally calmed down enough, there was a fire floating in front of me. It felt really familiar, felt mine, felt like him, felt like so much else. He explained it was the flame heād given to me when we pacted. It was his energy, within me. The flame of a djinn, his flame, his fire, his energy, what makes him. It was beautiful, I got to touch it and see it and it was breathtaking. It was the part of him āgivenā to me with our pact and bond/binding. (I got it back later in this experience, not nearly so traumaticāwhich I say lightly and with thanks for the experience.)
For weeks he had been making references to me being able to use his energy and I had been entirely missing the literal meaning behind his words. When I looked over past notes from our meeting, I found them littered with him talking about the energy trade. I hadnāt understood initially what took me out like that, but after this ritual, I knew it was the energy merge/trade that had just overwhelmed me.
Another evening/night I was shown glossy black blood. I was concerned someone had been watching me, I felt like there was an energy pushing at me that I didnāt want around. I reached out to Dantalion and the familiar heād given me; he said: āYou are marked in my blood.ā
I was really taken aback. Like WTF? What āblood?ā What āmark?ā I waited a couple nights until there was similar event in which he reminded me what heād said and showed me. I saw this black, glistening, glossy, sparkly, red tinted in some places, thick and clearly something at least akin to blood. I caught a glimpse of this running downāor already run downāalong a net/shield/ward (intentionally vague) around myself.
I was confused and internally conflicted with this new info, and reached out to some friends to ask their opinions on the matters of spirits, blood, and whatever the fuck ābeing markedā by a spirit meant. One of these amazing seers (if you see this, feel free to name yourself, or ask and I will) reached out to my energetic sphere and was able to show me a pattern of symbols that was made of this blood and surrounded me.
That was one of the first glimpses I caught of Dantalionās true possessiveness, of his seeing me as a sentient possession of sorts. Itās a mark that others, spirits, people on the astral, and what have you might encounter. Itās a mark that shows some gentle (or not lol) type of ownership and binds us further. Itās something that I know is a claim to me, whether in part or whole Iām not quite sure.
It felt natural and then suddenly like being hit by a train when he said āmarked in my bloodā to me. Like it was something reasonable, something I should have just known; and then all of the sudden I was confused, shocked, felt like I was inventing shit, like I needed a nap, second guessing my ability to hear and interpret spirits. Online searches were useless. And I felt like I was pretending to be superior because wtf kind of magician is actually āmarkedā by a spiritā¦how is that not the same as these pseudo-marriages and all that stuff. But Iāve come to the conclusion that at least 2 others have seen what Iām talking about on me and that idgaf, I need to trust me and the spirits Iām close with above my worries of being judged.
This is the most recent of what Iām posting about. Itās also something I still feel a little unsure about so please forgive any issues with my wording, etc. as I havenāt had as long to consider these themes as the others.
Iāve been giving Dantalion blood for a while, but itās not very common between us. Itās not something weāve made regular at all although his metal necklace/pendant sigil is blooded, his big giant candle is blooded, and sometimes (rarely) I blood a paper sigil or incense. The other night I raised a question of blood, super casually thinking heād give a response and we might move on. That is not what happened.
I asked about his blood. I said I was curious and he answered super casually, as if heād been waiting for this happen. He said blood my sigil and then Iāll take you there (the maze). I made a new sigil to blood for him and blooded it.
He said, āCome with me,ā and so I grabbed my phone to record and we went to that same maze place. A different room than I wrote about higher up. He said ālay down,ā and I didnāt understand why, didnāt want to because Iām always scared of falling asleep after that time with the candles burningā¦ and it makes things feels more casual than I like in ritual. He repeated himself enough times that I laid down face down (as per his request) on my bed (his altar is at the foot of my bed and as per his specific request our pact rituals are held there).
In the maze room, he led me over to another long couch/seat/bed thing. He laid down on it and pulled me down. So Iām laying on top of him and he says, āokayā. I was not expecting what happened next. He put a āhandā up and raked his nails (such a pretty dark color) down his throat. Iām not relaying his words, but I think the implications are clear. I was beside myself. It looked like it had in my other visions of it, but pouring out of him (instead of driving from a clutched hand or already out of him). I did as he said. My (public, at this time) descriptions of that end here.
When that was ending/over, he said stay still. Iām not sure exactly what happened but his left arm ended up opened and gushing blood. It was a very long tear. He dragged it upward against my back. I felt it. Another mark of possession, of claim, of ownership. Another mark of protection, binding, and kinship.
After that event I felt overwhelmed and insane and like I needed to crawl out from within my body. Like there was too much something inside me and it wanted out. He said I should release blood and that would help, but Iām not about to slice into myself to handle that issue. It was so fucking intense. It took hours to wear off. The next day I felt weird. The next, next day I still felt kinda strange. I felt it in my body, in my blood, in my stomach, in my energy.
Iāve been made aware (thanks for the fucked up astral ānightmaresā Dantalion, which I mean lovingly) that I have access to the fire within me as a spiritual āweapon.ā But I was also told following this last night I referenced that anything that (actually) touches me will just burn. So even with my cushy warding system which Iāve gotten some cool reviews on over the last couple months itās been up, I have reassurances if anything gets too close. Iām sure that blood mark is good for other things too and has other implications.
Bindings are two way streets. As I am bound, so is he. As he binds himself to me, so I am bound to him.
An exchange of energy, of being, of blood, of whatever may follow. Each is marked by a trade. While he might not wear my blood around, or hold a sigil for me, both energy and blood are necessary parts of what make a human human and make a human alive. What Iād not realized before this pact is that ādemonsā might operate by similar principals. What is given is received, and is given in return.
Anyways, I just thought it was about time I write something (other than half illegible texts) about being bound this way with a spirit, a demon, a djinn, a manipulative creature who is so fucking dear to me and such an amazing friend, protector, and much more. (Iāll remind everyone that this relationship is 10000000% platonic real quick.)
Some of these ideas arenāt fully formed, but I wanted to post. Come add your thoughts if you want and have similar experience.
Markings may or may not be related to marriages. Think of them as a ātogether foreverā pacts friends make, they may not marry each other but theyāll always be with each other (assuming that markings are permanent). With my limited knowledge about them, can they be based on romantic interest? Yes. Is it always the case? No. There are some connections that really just go beyond them. Youāre really enmeshed and entangled with a spirit so much and in such a deep, intricate, intense way thereās no word (no word in all the languages I know of) that can describe it or put it into perspective. And I know that you know what I mean. It is a 2 way street of possessiveness with mutual benefits. Not everyone gets marked I think. You may have a really close connection with a spirit but itās not necessary that youāll be marked. Iām not sure of what a general criteria would be, but I hope to find out one day.
lol something I actually havenāt asked about. Iāll need to. You always have such great points and bring up exactly the right things.
I also have yet to find any type of word that is semi-adequate. I think we magicians should just make one, a cooler one than āpactedā or āpatronā which can mean such different things to everyone who uses them. I have a Quechua word that comes as close to being a good representation as Iāve found, but itās still not representative of relationship.
Iām possessive too. Iām very aware that heās a Big Bad Spirit ā¢ and itās āwrongā to be possessive over spirits and shit, but Iāve been allowed to exercise a small amount of possessive once or twice.
Definitely mutual benefits. Something I understand more and more with the spirits I do certain types of work with and the longer I listen to occultists (worth their salt) talk.
Me neither. I still have no idea what possessed him to extend this type of whatever itās called (another word for possession? for ownership? kinship? friendship? claim?). Itās something I donāt think I have with any other spirit. Not like this at least although I have some firm and longstanding agreements with a few other spirits.
@Celestia Thanks for the comment!! 
Youāre knowledgeable and enlightening as always.
It be like that sometimes ig 
And youāre welcome, I try my best 
Ok, I also experienced something similar in the 2019, at that time I was trying to stablish a pact with an 'infernalā and I remember that one of the first things that this entity made was to cut his own throat and immediately gave me his blood.
Btw this description also fit of the texture of the blood I drank ā
Explains Dantalionās casual attitude about it. I guess itās a Thing. Just tear open a throat and feed/bind a human.
Interesting both of these have happened in pact circumstancesā¦ explains for me why it felt like heād been chilling and waiting for the right moment to have this moment.
Im so happy though that you have similar experience, I was starting to feel insane.
Thatās the best I can describe it. Iām so fucking happy to have a bit of SPG on the topic!!
Yap, all of this happened during a very dark period of my life, so I wasnāt fully conscious of what I was doing or if my intentions were fully approved by this entity, it seems it was accepted somehow.
Hmm, I think Iām starting to understand the type of connection that we shared.
This describes a bit too much of my magickā¦
I try to avoid serious magick when Iām feeling unstable, but that doesnāt always work out. Mostly unrelated, sometimes I get out of ritual and just have no idea what just happened.
Yay! 
Most of mine end when I move upwards. Actually all of them WOULD. But some have chosen to come with.
I recently dedicated to Leviathan. That is good until I move up. That said, this is likely my last go around, but I can still reach here then (UPG)
My experience is that not all are. Sometimes, they want to mark you for a period of time, largely for protection or territorial reasons. BUT(thinking of Lilith here), it wasnāt anything like what youāre talking about, which I HAVE experienced, but within the constructs of other entities (several). Those types of melding can be thought of as sporadic boosts/meldings or of more permanent bondings, like youāre talking about. They are alchemical (not in the edgy, nonsense way), attuning, and transformative.
You are never the same afterwards. Most havenāt had entity-initiate attunements, either. They open up your spark quite a bit. Tighter bindings, like youāre speaking of are more transformational, but in more specific ways. This should make sense. Some thing open up, things that are less important close or lessen, andā¦
ā¦you become a little more like the energy that entity representsā¦ But your specific version/aspect of it.
This makes sense and itās quite interesting. Really like your wording, youāre helping me out a lot with making sense of some stuff. Mine is more permanent for sure, I have an out but thereās a reason timeframes were never built into the pact.
Yeah. Alchemical is the perfect word!! Itās a real fucking change. And itās something I felt with minutes each time Iāve had this type of experience (with a couple spirits, but mostly with Dantalion). I know you mean the real use of the word lol, but itās nice to distinguish sometimes too especially when talking about certain topics that are distanced from their meanings often.
This does make sense. If I hadnāt been through it, it wouldnāt though.
I think it was a few days after I pacted I walked out of a 3 year long relationship. I also immediately started working on a couple specific things that were almost out of no where. I started the mind project Iām still involved in within a couple weeks. Some of the things that followed our first energy trade were pretty drastic. Every time though, thereās a distinct shift in myself.
Can you elaborate on this? Not (all the way) sure what you mean by it.
The first one I had wasnāt long after my second successful evocation (Leviathan). I have a sort of āserviceā model approach with entities. I donāt mind mutual scratching backs. So, not long after, but before the Shadownomicon, I was told by Hecate to go on my daily ergo walk. She asked me it I would receive some of her energy. I was scared, to be honest, but I accepted.
A jolting of some type of electricity is what happened and kept happening mildly until I made it to the outdoor restrooms. I was flooded with so much energy (at the time) I was retching. My capacity increased a bit, my connection to her increased, and my connection to the Dead increased.
In my case, these have happened when one entity or another deems it beneficial to both. Itās like a leveling up and all have come from hard work and service on my end. I work my ass off and they sometimes give me free XP Sometimes, when they want you to complete(just) one more ritualā¦theyāll give you a bump to see it through.
Reverse possessions (and planned partials) have resulted in similar transformations. I work with a variety.of entities, so that works for me. Lesser versions (delayed, less intense immediate changes) can happen through partial posessions.
Lately, itās a little different. Iām a dedicand to Leviathan (this month). We are bound while Iām incarnated. Weāve done some partial possessions in the past, but now, itās like weāre almost side-by-side at times. Itās like he and I are more attuned, but not bound quit like you. Heād show up out of nowhere to help heal my leg cramps so I could limp home while exercising in Hawaii. At least I can return the favor. Meanwhile, I had a report from a friend that Leviathan started working on them because of our friendship.
I have a similar binding with Hecate, that you do to Dantalion.
Thank you for saying this. I always love hearing that others have been scared of similar things and in general. Makes me feel better about the times Iāve been and itās a good reality check that some of these things can be pretty intimidating.
I felt so fucking sick afterwardsāall the times. It was a blessing that I essentially blacked out that first time almost right away, but I āwoke upā feeling wrecked. Iām pretty sure I have āelectricā or some variation in my notes as a descriptor.
Iāve noticed my ācapacityā has gotten a higher cieling as a result.
Outside my knowledge here.
Yes!! I understand this one a lot.
Thanks for the longer explanation!! 
Maybe itās āwrongā but I do it too, and I feel like itās mutual with a certain entity I work with. Not even gonna even pretend to be all kumbaya about it, I get possessive as all hell. Jealous even. 
Oh my god thank you so much. Yeah I toned down my language several times.
Iām straight up possessive and jealous. Sometimes I get vetoed and turned down, sometimes it works out.
Edit: obviously this level of possessiveness/jealousy isnāt something that comes up daily, but it does come up.
Yeah, I feel that ā itās not a daily occurrence but I do look on with a bit of side-eye when people mention entities Iām close with. Depends on circumstances I guess. I know I have no claim to any entity, but I still canāt help feeling a slight flare-up of possessiveness if someone talks about being close to Metatron, or something like that, although Iād never mention it. Metatron is a great being to work with.
Itās mostly Melek Taus I am possessive of, but similar to you and Dantalion, the possessiveness seems to go both ways. He has made clear to other people that he is possessive of me in return, fucked if I know why though (Australian for āalthough I am not sure whyā).
If someone else showed up with a wealth of knowledge about Melek Taus I would be very open to hearing it, because there is so little information to be found about him. But the thought of me publishing, selling, my personal pathworking to him ā having other people speak to him, outside the two close & trusted friends Iāve shared the pathworking with in writing, and one other person in speech only ā well, that makes me positively seethe with jealousy.
Thankfully I do have another, less personal Melek Taus pathworking, which I will probably someday publish. But itās not the same as the original, itās more tame, more āsafeā. Even then, itās gonna take a lot of mulling over as to whether I make it public knowledge or not.
Iād love to think Iām above such things as jealousy, but unfortunately I am not that evolved as a human being, or something. Anyway, sorry for going a bit off-topic there. But I understand the feeling, truly.
Forgive the double-post but I also had one of your entries bookmarked to come back to:
I have felt as though Iāve been on the receiving end of this, too. Felt as though. (Not confirmed, in fact, denied by someone when asked. So maybe it is simply a product of my own mind.) But I read your post a few times and I agree itās an oddly disconcerting feeling. I never had spontaneous visions, but I did have several spontaneous instances of what I can only describe as telepathy. As in, I would be minding my own business, fully awake, browsing reddit or doing some other no-effort, non-taxing activity, not talking to the person in question at allā¦ but Iād suddenly hear their voice clairaudiently, running a stream-of-consciousness inner monologue underneath my own. I asked the person about it and they confirmed that some of the things I heard matched up with things they had been either thinking, or saying to others, at the time. Even hearing things in a non-English language and having to transliterate them phonetically to try and figure it out.
And I agree with this point ā
I think I wrote a journal post about it not long ago. Itās a bit of a blow to the ego. An odd sensation, when you look back at events and connect the dots and realise that maybe you acted under compulsion, intentional or unintentional, baneful or not. Perhaps not even individual-to-individual, but astrologically-speaking, if that is a chosen paradigm.
We always feel like weāre operating under our own free will; acting as the highest power. As mages, we should feel that way. But on the other hand, if thereās no baneful intent, often thereās nothing to point to any kind of outer influence until you look back in hindsight and notice a pattern or series of connected events. Itāsā¦ humbling.