Draven**
I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in
the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of wanting. I want what is mine and the
power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it
every month if that’s what it takes too.
“Primordial mother, I summon you. Tiamat, I summon you.”
During this rite we will be passing through
stages of astral Lycanthropy to become as
Tiamat, become a dragon – powerful, wise,
decisive, standing in our power where we will harness ‘melammu,’ the black flame and spark of creation that resides
within us, to be our own gods and stand in our power. We are going to use Leviathan, the dragon god of the
subconscious to aid us. And our quarter calls will begin in the west following anticlockwise as it will be opposite to the
sun, and we will be calling in The Four Winds used in some Mesopotamian magic, I chose to do this as they are quite
chaotic energies, and Tiamat being the chaos mother generates a good synchronicity. Also, the winds are their own
spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward.
Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a
Dragon Blade North and then South and to the East and finally to the West closing the circle so that none but the one
summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind which brings devastation to the plains,
I summon thee!
IM-MAR-TU!” Then I turn to the South, “Sutu! From the desolate lands gallop forth! In the darkness I shall ride these
“Sadu, Mountain Wind of the blazing dawn! Send forth
I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the
summon thee!
IM -SI-SA!”
pray that my goddess hears me, “Mummu Tiamat Muallidat
Kalama. Hear Thy Names.
the abyss, to the return of your dark waters.
time into the embrace. Let our dreams
the knowledge you offer,
that we had burning
chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood turn as poison, nectar
merciless of fang. We shall be the un faceable weapons, fill
dragons, cloaked in the fearsome rays of your sight. We are creating our
and emerge Godlike, We shall be your children in this
collapse in utter terror!” We chanted nine times
challenges! We summon thee,
man, rabid dog, bull man, empower us with merciless weapons,
upon us for we shall be as
will and desire from the forgotten
(Black Dragon Raise Up, Serpent, Serpent, Raise
Tiamat elu (Black Sorcery Within, Serpent Raise up, Mother Tiamat raise up).” I pass
the circle, “We drink now the primal waters, the
and center my thoughts and energy. However, this time my
the nucleus of an atom, as the spinning becomes faster the
and as the snakes twist and spin it begins to glow forms
their way up to your solar plexus, and
up the snakes begin to crackle with energy as they spark the green orb of the heart
the throat where they continue to spin around the blue orb making it glow. The snakes move up and writhe
it into glowing indigo light before finally
it instantly glow. Now with
as I leave my
the area, where I become completely enveloped in the mist. As the mist thins, I find myself at the opening
cliff, under a cool starry night sky, with the smell of seawater light in the
by flaming torches, I descend through the ancient rocky path observing small glints of embedded
the millennia, I feel this place’s power in
the sounds of turbulent water
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