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Uvall #47

OVLL (perpetrate) pronounced "Ouh-lall"
Duke commanding 37 Legions
Some of the spirits of the Vessel of Brass are permitted special privileges. Some are able to harm, betray, or deceive the magician, under particular conditions, and some are able to circumvent the securities and charges of the ceremony in ways that do not threaten the conjuration outright. These privileges make the conjuration process inconvenient, but do not prevent it from being effective. One must put up with the obstacles, or take account of the risks, in order to conjure these spirits.

This spirit is said to provide the love of women, or of an especial woman, and to produce friendship between friends and foes. It is also described as having the ability to tell the past, present, and future of a subject, and to speak "in the Egyptian tongue,"  though badly. Aleister Crowley identifies this as "sound but colloquial Coptic," though I am unsure if he meant that as a joke, whether he meant simply to explain that Coptic is the traditional language of Egypt, or whether he had personal experience with the spirit.
"Rotan kalumbato, molonuste ebashenda!"
This was nothing but babble from the spirit at its first arrival. Personally I wouldn't know Egyptian from Swahili, and this might have been nothing but nonsense. I was prepared for it, though, and simply pressed onward with the Address, assuming that such a tactic would force a change in the spirit and its attitude, giving me a coherent dialogue in my own language.
"Ooja! oopenif? Sebiu entotan neeli, erouni."
Apparently I was wrong! More babble. The voice was thick and low, and following it phonetically was not as easy as I had expected. The camel, which was also somewhat larger than what I remember of riding a camel many years ago, looked like it was about to spit. Now a camel can be a very agreeable creature, and many are quite affectionate, but they are also particular about the people they admire and tend to express their distaste with unexpected aggression. They will snort, bite, push, and (infmously) they will spit with impressive aim. It takes a little experience with camels to know which activity they are contemplating, and since I have almost none it was safe to assume the thing was about to spit at me. I held the ring in front of my face, defending myself as if it were the breath of an infernal dragon about the spew forth from those curling lips.
Instead of spitting, the spirit spoke: "Keep that in thy face if thou would hear me in the speech of the Colombians."
Here was progress. In a flash I recalled a previous conjuration, whose power extended to the Magical Ring was now made useful in an unexpected way. In retrospect I suppose it was good to have called that spirit beforehand, which gives further support to a more strategic program for conjuring as suggested long ago by a friend of mine. It may be that some of the spirits are best called before the others.
As for the reference to Colombia, I can only guess whether it refers to the nation of Colombia itself or if it were simply a general reference to America. Desde luego, no se habla Español, pero si hubiera respondido en Español, yo probablemente habría sido capaz de entender del mismo modo. As it were, the remainder of the conversation was conducted in English with a spattering of its babble that I could neither prevent nor decipher. It should not trouble the reader, who should not be overly concerned with my charges, but the dialogue presented here should be enough to gain an understanding of the character of the spirit and its capabilities.
"Now what is it that thou ask?"
I was somewhat annoyed at the false archaic form also, which was probably a result of using that form in the conjuration. I let the matter of diction rest and proceeded, at the prompting of the spirit, to describe my purpose in calling it. I began with a general review of its supposed capabilities.
"I know the office given, tell me what you will."
Now this was a personal matter, the details of which hardly concern myself and far less should they concern any reader of this journal. In brief, a man known to me had been supporting a woman in a different state at his expense, and then found that she had been all the while engaged as a prostitute. It was his intention, in buying her a home and a car, and paying all of her expenses, to relieve her of material necessities specifically so she would not need to sell herself to random men online. His plan failed, much to his dismay, and he had gone to confront her on the matter directly.
When he met her in a restaurant parking lot with plans to take her on a vacation and with San Francisco show tickets in hand, she suspected instead that he would chastise her for the indiscretions and proceeded to attack him. He received a minor bloody injury, and she then had him arrested for sexual assault. It was at this point that he sought the assistance of a wizard, explaining that his charitable intentions had all gone awry and that he was left without any recourse. He was not afraid of the legal proceedings, but (for whatever reason) he wished to reconcile the matter with the woman.
After some reflection, he had decided to overlook her past behavior and attempt to form a relationship with her. His legal and physical troubles were the product of a lie aimed against his honor, and he wished to undo the lies and convince the woman that she would be loved by him if only she would permit it. Personally I thought his ambitions toward the woman were asinine, but the consequences of the accusations were severe and he sought to remove the effects of evil so that his charity would not have been wasted. Lest anyone should think ill of me, I entered into this conjuration of my own volition and have not requested (nor will I accept) remuneration of any kind.
"Netoy swenacken pey kaji."
Forgetting myself during my explanation, I raised the ring once more.
"I know him, and I know his difficulties, but you do not know all. He has given her his word and he has revoked it, and so she will say he has lied and extorted her. He is given to meta tweet and now has weeleeshee oohors for it."
I took this to mean that, as I expected, his behavior was not nearly so gallant as he had described it. This is fairly typical of people in a bind, who will suspect that I am ignorant of their faults and who mistake my silence for approval. All the same, I conjured this spirit to remove an injustice. A woman is free to dismiss a man she dislikes, but it gives her no right to put him in prison or attempt to do so.
In extricating herself from his support, she had sought the aid of her friends and family, and could not abandon them or pursue a relationship with the man who sought to woo her. This was unexpected, and something of a problem for me, for I had not considered how she might have been faring in the meantime. In order for her to cease the antagonism of this man, her whole family (who thought of him as a pandering rapist) would have to either ignore her completely or change their minds about him. I pursued the latter option,so that lies and injustice would have no support against the man, and they would be compelled to form new judgments without that overhanging bias.
"She will find uji ariki arof among her companions no more, and he shall tire of her. She will demand uper anaf and he will be angered to give it. If he refuses, again I will beset him with woe to endure for pekeep eenay. All his days."
This is a fine example what happens when a person wants justice and is not entirely in the right in their own way. Although I am not clear whether they will ignore her or support him, something with her crowd of supporters will fall apart. That looked good for him, but as with all fickle hearts seeking satisfaction in ignorance or defiance of real love, he would find some other object of his affection. Likely once he found himself in another relationship, the previous woman would see that she missed him (or, more likely, his money) and make an effort to regain his attention. This would disrupt his current situation, and he would be forced to choose between what he had at that time and what he previously had lost with that woman.
On account of his own injustices done toward the woman, the spirit would not simply convince her to come to him. He would be forced to abandon something dear, or at least enter begrudgingly into a relationship with her, or he would then be penalized. Instead of a possible felony, he would be forced to suffer for "all his days." I do not doubt that the degree of her ardor for him will be proportionate to his degree of satisfaction in whatever circumstances in which he finds himself at that time. On account of his omission of important details when relating the matter to me, I had no sympathy and accepted such a bargain from the spirit. I was certainly not going to put myself any further into the matter on behalf of one who had made such a noble case for himself and yet was in many ways knowingly in the wrong.
I turned my mind to other matters, specifically the political situation in Egypt. I am concerned over matters there, as the recent uprisings have all the earmarks of intervention by foreign agencies. It seems that the tactics used against King Norodom Sihanouk have not been significantly updated, and I was wary lest a repeat of those days come to pass.
I should mention that I am entirely opposed to the sort of tyranny so widely tolerated in the Middle East. The royalty and nobility of those nations live with little accountability to foreign powers, and with none for their own people except when pressed by threats of rebellion. The recent uprisings have been understated by Western media, and I sympathize with the people of those nations who do not wish to tolerate their corrupt governments any longer. I do not feel that the powerful Muslim organizations in the region pose a threat to freedom, however unsympathetic they may be to other societies. I do worry that the dissatisfied peasants of those nations have no more representation from the new gangsters than they had from the old dictators, and behind both oppressors I see the hand of foreign nations grasping for their own gain. It is a cookie jar over which tyrants and gangsters argue like greedy parents, with no thought at all for distributing the cookies among the children of their house.
"The princes have convened to shut its harbors and cease its umek toop. By ka jisemo umatayna the gain of the lords has brought terror to their partners. They shall weep bitterly with nicket shoot in Bermuda, a sore plight to the Jews, but it will be forgotten in less than a year."
Here I took the spirit to mean that there is some international intrigue, with the threat of terrorism being used as propaganda. This is nothing new, so at least there is stability. It is not, as some have claimed, "the end of oil," nor is it the dawn of global war. I am not an opponent of war but an advocate of peace, and at least there was nothing so terrible mentioned as the fate to come. Why Bermuda should be involved, I have no idea, but perhaps it relates to offshore investments of some sort. I feel no great sympathy for Israel, nor any animosity toward the nation, but it is a sad thing to see innocent people die in Israel on account of world superpowers fighting with each other over the right to exploit oil and trade in other nations. Finding it also inappropriate to adopt a callous attitude toward Jerusalem while standing in the Circle of Solomon, I decided to interject my wish that Israel be spared from destruction as a result of this conflict.
"Not with Israel, only the uribsutem currency, and the people of the West will find heroic wisdom and virtue in the henkoon of the East. They will be calmed by patient example."
This was good enough for my liking, and it was the last of my charges to the spirit. I spoke the License to depart.
"Adieu, foreigner," the spirit said at its going. The room filled with dust. Now I have always had dust, but this was a fierce dust that hung in the air for a long while and which was fine like the ash of spider silk. The doors were opened to the outside, and it was hours before the room cleared. The dust was entirely aerial: none could be collected or caught. My children were amused at the amount of it, and my wife was quite annoyed.
It was only with the greatest patience that I was able to make notes on what was said during this encounter. Much of it was lost completely, and what remains written here is a fragmentary version that is shown only to give an example of the way in which this exchange occurred. For a comparison, observe a foreign speaker for half an hour and attempt to take notes on what was said without any knowledge of the language. I had the sound of the speech alone, and that spoken in what might have been a perfect pronunciation or a peculiar accent, without any way to distinguish between the two and without sufficient time to sort the matter out on the spot.

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