A Spirit Named Damond

Written by: Tiernajac

About a year ago, strange things began happening in my room. My amulets disappeared from their special pouch and reappeared in places where I certainly had not left them. My amulet for protection against evil spirits seemed particularly keen to change places almost every day. All the time I had the feeling that I was not alone.

A few months ago, I decided to find out what was really going on in my room. When I came home from work, I took out my pendulum, a glass of purified water and my athame. I cast a circle and invited the deities most important to me, Gaia and the Great Horned One. I also asked my sisters of the directions, the elements, to be present as my protection and strength. I lowered the pendulum inside the glass and asked aloud whether anyone was there who wanted my attention. No answer. I asked again, and still nothing. I was about to close the circle when I realised that I normally use English in my rituals, so why not now? I repeated the question in English and my pendulum began to swing furiously, clinking against the sides of the glass. I said aloud: one clink means no; two mean yes.

To make sure it was understood, I repeated the opening question: was there someone in this room who wanted my attention? The pendulum tapped the glass twice. I asked if this was the person who had been moving my things. Again, two taps. Hoping for more, I asked whether this person knew me. Two taps. I was about to ask whether it was my deceased friend, but realised that friend would have responded to Finnish, not English. Instead, I asked whether we had known each other in this lifetime. One tap. Now I was intrigued. I asked the spirit to tap once for each century since we had met. I learned that I had known this spirit in the sixteenth century. Had we been close? Two quick taps. Had we been married? Two quick taps again. I asked if we could communicate in some way other than through the pendulum. Two taps—and a quiet voice: “My name is Damond.” I checked the name using the pendulum. Then I lifted it from the glass and asked what the spirit wanted.

Damond was silent for a moment and then answered that he wished to walk beside me, as we had hoped long ago. As we talked, I learned that we had been married in that time and, before we were killed as witches, had bound our souls to walk together and recognise one another.

Damond is not a spirit guide, though he helps me work with spirits. When I cannot locate a spirit myself, Damond helps me find it. He also warns me when something unwelcome tries to approach. He is a fellow walker with whom I can speak freely. He is also the figure who startled me many times at night when I was a child and made me feel completely mad in my youth.

Looking back, I was much too careless in my excitement and let Damond too close at our very first meeting. I cannot even remember whether I checked that he was not malicious. Still, my curiosity about him had been building long before I decided to make contact. I was fortunate that Damond was what he claimed to be. However close we are, I do not want to involve him in the problems of my present life, and I have not yet asked his advice about anything outside his own world.

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