Ave, my brilliant, enthusiastic, fun as *fuck* Camel King(long)
Apologies for the shit lighting in the pics, and shit formatting in the post (I'm quite tired atm) But I promised King Paimon that I'd praise him once he delivered, and boy howdy did he ever.
My job of 6 years/the best job I've ever had has sadly had to close it's doors. Not only was it extremely relevant to my skillset and interests, it was genuinely making the world a better place, and gave me enough time in between customers to write and study. I panicked, and halfway through reaching out to Paimon, he reached out to *me*.
I was looking up his entry on occultpedia, and the exact moment I read he often announced himself "through the chiming of bells", someone dropped a windchime in the parking lot outside. Then when I got in my car to go home, the second I turned my car radio on, the line "City's breaking down on a camel's back." form Gorillaz's Feel good Inc. came on. (How many songs play on public radio that have the word "camel" in them? Fuck's sake.) I took this as a strong sign he was interested in working with me, and started setting up his altar.
The offerings I wound up going with were mango sticky rice, frankincense (both loose and stick incense) syrian rue, and three miniatures of Goldschläger (pictured!) and, since this particular project necessitated a follow-up check-in, baked apples after the sticky rice. I also donated to several foodbanks in his name. Wasn't sure if that form of offering would go over well, but I've done it with others in the past with great sucess, and far as I can tell, he seemed to appreciate it.
Now, he's not the first demon I'd worked with. I've been unwittingly working with Stolas for the past 11 years (wittingly for the past 2) and have traded some small but very much necessary and appreciated favors with Seere. But for some reason, the thought of working with Paimon scared the *shit* out of me. I had my first invocation planned for a Sunday at dawn, and I split most of my time friday and saturday night overprepping and generally shitting my pants.
Naturally, I had a tough time sleeping, but once I did, I had an extremely vivid lucid dream about playing with a teenage boy in the desert, who took me on all sorts of adventures and had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen and two massive horns on his head. I remember being halfway into telling him how scared I was about the ritual I had to do tomorrow, and he answered quite kindly with an: "Oh yeah? You don't need to be." And at that moment I realized I was actually talking to the dude I was *supposed* to be talking with at dawn.
My fear evaporated. I went in the next day nervous, but more giddy than scared. Contrary to what I've heard(and honestly, my other experiences with it thus far) he seemed happy to use the ouija board. Between that, the pendulum, and the tarot deck I was using, he seemed to indicate he'd gladly help me find a new job.
Fast forward a month, and before my old job has even shut down, I found a new one with the same commute, that deals in the exact same thing, that allows me to write/study in between clients as the old one did, and even has the same *shift* I used to work. Not *only* that, but it also somehow doubles as a mineral shop, which has *nothing* to do with it's primary function(the owner just likes them, and I'm a huge mineral nerd).
The only way this could have possibly gone better is if my old job hadn't ended, and honestly, I wanted my old boss to be able to retire. They're a great person, and part of the pact I set up was that they wouldn't be roped into doing anything they didn't want. My needs have been met, exceeded, and launched into international space.
Ave Paimon!