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It is said that the most common request for root working is love and money. I couldn't agree more. I usually cast spell for money, but  I also conjure spirits for some special needs. Sometimes I ask spirits to change the outcome for an impossible situation, that way, it would be easy to tell if a spirit had left their fingerprint.

here is my love spell story with the goetiac spirit Sitri.

There is a group of local artist I like to hang out with from time to time. We knew each other since college. Over years, new people would come into our orbit, and some people move away to a different town. A few years ago, a gothic girl, slightly voluptuous, came into our orbit. She's a friend of a friend kind of acquaintance.  Two things she made clear to us.

1. She is a lesbian.

2. She hates man.

Not just a liberal feminist.

we are talking about a full fledge, man eating, bitch on wheel type of man hater.

Me and her,

we don't get along. She being a man hater,  me being a man. Later we found out she had became a professional dominatrix. The type with whips and chain and ran a dungeon to tie up rich man for a spanking type of dominatrix.

She faded away from our social circle. A few years passed, and we haven't heard from her.  All the better for me. Turns out she's became a traveling dominatrix, she would visit a different city every month, whip up some business, ahem, excuse the pun, then visit a different city.

She made a lot of money in that time period, and she wanted everybody to know. Apparently men would pay 500 dollars an hour to be tied up and verbally abused. Now she's driving a Mercedes sports car, carrying Gucci hand bags and flashing cash. Absolutely unbearable. Think of someone you can't stand, now imagine that person just won the lottery.

It is different this time around, because I have been learning black magic. Nobody knew I have picked up this new hobby, and I would like to keep it this way. I don't want to use magic to cause harm. She is not unattractive, not physically my type, a little on the heavy side, chain smoker, and a little rough on the edge. But she wears a good amount of make up, and she always smelled very nice. I don't know what's in her perfume, but I always get a rise whenever I get a whiff of her hair.

Can you think of a better person to cast a love spell on? She's a lesbian, she a dominatrix, she hates me. If the spirits can make this work, then spirits can make anything work.

Also, at the time, I thought myself, "this would never work". My original intention was to use her as a practice target, sort of an astro bulls eye I can practice aiming my psychic energy.

and so I started researching the best demon for love. It's been known that Sitri can elicit quick lust in someone, but not good for making someone fall in love with the conjurer.

Perfect.

I don't want her to love me, I just want to see if I can get her worked up using black magic. Seeing that she's lesbian, dominatrix and hates me. I figure I would need to go all out. So I throw everything I can find onto her.

I found her facebook page, downloaded one of her headshot, and super imposed Sitri's sigil onto the image using Photoshop, then print it out in black and white format. I would then use a pencil to first trace out her facial feature, then draw Sitri's sigil on top of her

I would then summon Sitri and invoke the demon's power. Back then,  my technique was not as evolved. I am still unable to see the spirits to hear them directly. I didn't have any offerings, just candles and incense.

An experienced black magician once advise me on this spirit, when you invoke Sitri, you will get a fainting sensation as that spirit goes through you. Some magician even say one will get a ice chilling sensation when Sitri enters your space.  

I felt none of it.

I called the spirit, in a friendly yet commanding way, said I want this girl become obsessive and lustful towards me, and that she would come on to me.

Just like many ritual I performed and after. I felt nothing different.

I repeated this ritual for a week. Since I only see her occasionally, and we are not connected on social media at all. So there is no way to know if it had worked.

Time passed and I have forgotten about this ritual. One day I walked into bar and saw her hanging out with some of my friends. I ordered a beer, join the human circle and said hi to everybody. She ignored me as usual.

I must look a little strange that night, because I kept stealing a glance at her direction, trying to pick up any sign that would indicate the love spell worked. Did she glance my way at all? Did she feel act in anyway different? Did the spell work?

Nothing. No sign. The love spell failed. I suck. I should quit magic right now.

Near the end of the night, she went to the bathroom with a group of girls. Nothing unusual there. When she came back to join the human circle, I noticed a smudge of lipstick on the side of her lips. She is usually immaculate with her looks, it is as if her finger slipped and her lipstick ran just over the edge on her upper lips. Not noticeable to naked eye but I was glancing at her direction all night long, so it was noticeable to me.

Where have I seen this before?

Then as if a light bulb light up on my head, I remember while tracing her face with a pencil when I cast the love spell. My pencil slightly ran out of line and smudged her lips. The pencil smudge happened at the exact same place as she smudged her lipstick a minute ago. A light imperfection that materialized from the astroplane to the physical world.

It gets stranger. It's the end of the night. Everybody are a little tipsy, and by tipsy, I mean piss drunk, she was showing off her dominatrix skills. Being the last remaining man in the circle, she came over, and grabbed both of my wrists, and pretended she was tying me up. As she got close to me, I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was a bit strong so I unconsciously let out a cough.

You won't believe what happened next. She reached into purse, pulled out a bottle of her perfume, and sprayed it on my neck. She then laughed really loud and said I smelled like a girl. Before she left, she reached down and grabbed my thigh, give it a strong squeeze, and laughed again.

So there.

Success.

The love spell worked.

The end.

Not so fast. When I was younger, my parents always yelled at me for not knowing when to stop. And this case is no exception.

I wasn't sure if it was the love spell, or if she was just being funny, or if she was just exerting  her dominance in the group. The only way to find out is to up the ante.

So I found that old picture I used to cast the love spell, the one I traced pencil over her facial features with Sitri's sigil on top. This time around. I rubbed some perfumed oil all over it. Then I burn 4 wax candles on the picture. One on her forehead, one on each of her eyes, and one on her mouth. I did this over and over for about a week.

At the end, the picture is covered with wax.

I also astro traveled to her at night. Or what I believe was astro traveling. I would vividly picture myself next to her whispering how she would think I am hot, and how much she wants me. I would then picture myself kissing her on her cheek before I end the ritual.

A few weeks later, our group got together again, and this time it was a underground techno music concert, sort of a most pit rave kind of thing.  Apparently she was celebrating a professional mile stone, some rich banker brought her a condo in New York city and she's moving there to live full time.

I was expecting to see the same ice queen when I arrived, but it appeared that she's been drinking and vaping and did a lot of drugs before the event, so she's being erratic and jumping around and screaming. I don't think she even noticed me when I arrived. The night went on with more drinking and dancing to techno rave music.

This is when the night get even more interesting. Near the end of the night, I was on my way to the bathroom, while she had just came out of the bathroom and on her way back to the group. I noticed the slight lipstick smudge on her upper lips again. At this point she can barely walk in a straight line. I notice she was heading towards me. At first I thought she was losing her balance, but as she came closer, I realize she's not just heading towards me, she is heading right into me.

As in she pushed me right into the wall, then she pressed her large body against me, pinning me into a position I can barely move. She pushed her knees right into my genital area and rubbed her thighs against the base of my penis.

She is a dominatrix. This is what she does.

She reach her hand behind my head, grab my hair, and pulled my ears right towards her mouth. Due to the loud music in the background, she had to yell the following sentence.

"You are so pretty!"

I heard her, but I didn't believe what I was hearing. so I said the only thing a sensible  man would say at this tense moment.

"What?"

She grabbed my hair again, more aggressively this time, and pull my ear so close to her lips I can feel her spit on my face, she yelled again.

"when you come to New York, me and my girlfriends are going to tie you up, then we are going to sit on your cock, and we are going to take turns gang raping you"

Then without warning, pulled my face in and give me big sloppy kiss on my cheek, I can feel her tongue running up and down my face, as she licked her lipstick print off my face.

And all the sudden she let go of me and laughed really loud, turned around and staggered back to the group. It took me a minute to compose myself. I went to the bathroom and tried to collect my thoughts. As I wash up my face I look into the mirror.

At the very moment, I remember casting that love spell.

It is as if Sitri just tapped my shoulder and said

"How you like me now?"

When I got back to the group, she had left for the evening. She've since moved to New York and I haven't heard from her.

So love spell with Sitri worked. A skeptic might say she got really drunk that night, or she mistaken me for someone else, or she was exerting her dominance. The fact remained that she was an impossible girl to seduce. She wasn't even interested in man, also, we hate each other. In retrospect, her attitude towards me changes when I began casting that love spell. I don't know how Sitri did this, but one thing for sure, he brings result. So yeah, you are thinking about Sitri for lust and obsession spells, it is a spirit I would highly recommend.

Before I sign out on the story, last night I got text message from her. She didn't say much, she just texted, "hey, it's me". I haven't replied to the text message yet. Which is what prompted me to write this story. Feels like Sitri wanted to me show the world what he can do, so whomever is listening to me right now, would consider working with him.

I have worked with other spirit before, and in time, I would like to share those stories too.

Looking online, I haven't found a lot of people who have specifically worked with Sitri. There are a lot of talks about him, but very few true story I can count on to reference. Do you have an experience with this entity? Share your experience on the comments below.

I used to be a very fit man. When I was younger, I played varsity soccer and hockey. A few years ago, I was diagnosed with an auto immune disorder, it is a genetic condition, where my body attack itself causing extreme pain. It is chronic and incurable. The pain would elapse in episodes, someday I would be perfectly fine, some days I can't even get out of bed. The pain will keep me from venturing outside, and when I do, I will need clutches. My doctors pretty much given up on me, they write me prescription of pain killers, then hurry me out the door.

My pride won't let me say I am a handicapped person, but the fact remain I am unable to walk.

Not dramatizing  my medical condition here, just giving you a background understanding.

I learn to work from home, so I am doing rather well financially. As well as it can get without actually getting a real job.

Last winter was especially harsh. From mid December until may, I didn't have a day I can walk without my clutches. Even standing up is an exercise of will power. My daily routine really consist of waking up, taking pain killers, falling back asleep. It is really depressing, my life was falling apart.

At the same time, I was learning black magic. Particularly, summoning entities to full fill my wishes. I didn't have a lot of luck evoking spirits. I can't see them, I can't hear them, but from time to time, I can feel wave of heavy energy coming to me. I learn to download and decode those energy as a mean to communicating with spirits.

I was mostly focusing on financial magic. Not being able to work and without a stable source of income, I am looking at a realistic chance of medical bankruptcy. So all my magical efforts have been toward creating financial abundance

While going through the Ars Goetia. I came across President Marbas. According to his Wikipedia page. In demonology, Marbas or Barbas is a demon described in the Ars Goetia. He is described as the Great President of Hell governing thirty-six legions of demons. He answers truly on hidden or secret things, causes and heals diseases, teaches medical arts, and changes men into other shapes. He is depicted as a great lion that, under the conjurer's request, changes shape into a man.

While surfing through youtube, I came across recommendation of his healing properties. So I thought I would invoke Marbas for my legs. I was also rather depressed at the time, so I thought Marbas can help me feel better as well.

So I invoked him. I was learning magic at the time, well, I am still learning, but back then my ritual was really primitive. My ritual consist of lighting a few candles, grab a hold of some crystal, and focus really hard on connecting to Marbas's energy.

And Poof!

Nothing happened

Just like many summoning before and after this ritual, I didn't feel any different. No voices, no visuals, no earth quakes.

I might have invoked Marbas again a few times in general rituals, but I can't remember. Soon after, I forgot about invoking Marbas all together. After all, I was focusing on manifesting money.

Sometime after, I was shopping on E. Bay for supplements. Like vitamins and herbal remedies and stuff like that. I came across a vendor selling bulk supplements in powder form. It look rather sketchy, but one of the item caught my attention.

It is natural peperine. What is that, you ask?

It is a purified pepper. It has natural properties that help alleviate inflammation, it is a natural anti depressin, it also lowers your body's tolerance towards pharmaceuticals. That means it would make the drugs you take more effective.

It sounds like a miracle drug, perfect for my situation. I did much research on the substance, poured through scientific journals and did all my home work. It's been well reviewed with no side effects. It is a natural compound that comes with very little risk.  It was 20 dollars for a few grams, it's a bit pricy but might as well give it a try.

I took it for a few days, and I did feel better. It really clear up my depression, and the lowered tolerance allow my pain killer to work better, I am in less pain.

Miracle.

Then I found an old bottle of C B D oil. It is a natural painkiller made from hemp. The bottle was really small, and for the longest time, I thought I lost it. So I took the C B D oil with peperine powder.

Worked like a charm. A day or two later, my pain was gone. I can walk again. Not an athlete like I was in high school, but I was just happy to go outside.

Yesterday I completed a walk around a local lake. It is a beautiful 4 mile hike in a well maintained natural trail. It's been a few years since I was able complete that trail.

On my way home I remembered that ritual asking President Marbas for help. It had completely slipped my mind. It was as if President Marbas gently tapped my shoulders and said

"How you  like me now?"

Now the skeptic would say I got better because of the drug not because of the ritual. but I think this is how manifestation really work. I don't dismiss the idea that an Angel or Demon would snap a finger and you are healed, but from my experience, they would give you hints and clues, and open a path to your goal, you will have to do your part in the physical world to make it happen.

Adding to the unusual nature of the situation, that E Bay store had been shut down. It was as if it came into being just to sell that batch of drugs.

So that was my experience with Marbas. I don't know if I am cured of my autoimmune disorder, but I am feeling fine right now. Being able to walk anywhere I want is a blessing. I want to publicly thank President Marbas for his help.

I have worked with other spirit before, and in time, I would like to share those stories too.

Looking online, I haven't found a lot of people who have specifically worked with Marbas. There are a lot of talks about him, but very few true story I can count on to reference. Do you have an experience with this entity? Share your experience on the comments below.

This is a true story about working with the Demon Clauneck. It happened a little while ago, back when I was still learning about summoning. I still am learning, by the way, but these days I have a better idea on what to expect.

To set the stage, I have a monetized youtube channel. It's doesn't have millions of hit, and I won't say I am a youtuber because of this channel. I would take material that are in the public domain, using simple editing, and turn them into compelling story. I would also take content that are clearly off copyright, by that I mean, the copyright holding company either went bankrupt,  or in cases of content owner being difficult to determine, usually footage from 80's and 90's.

The channel was a pet project, it yields about 30 to 40 dollars a month. Nothing to write home about. However, I figure if I only take the money out once year, it usually comes out to an extra 500 dollars every Christmas. A nice year end bonus I gave myself every year. In any case, I only log in once a month to do some simple maintenance.

Going back to the occult experience. I got to know Clauneck while searching for the best Demon for money. Clauneck was a surprise hit because he is from Grimorium Verum. I was obsessed with Ars Goetia at the time, so Clauneck was an extra extracurricular spirit, so to speak.

According to the Grimorium Verum, "Clauneck has power over, goods, money, and finances”, “can bestow great wealth”, and finally, “he is much loved by Lucifer”. Clauneck “much loved by Lucifer” is an agent thereof, and so entrusted with accessing astral bank vault. Clauneck is who a myriad of modern-day Hermetic occultists demand or beg money from, and while rightly so this is where their understanding of Clauneck’s vast dominion begins and ends. that was a quote from Wikipedia.

I did my research, I did the summoning. I didn't know about offering at the time, so I didn't have any. I am the type who have a difficult time evoking spirits into life, as in, I am unable to see spirits. But from time to time, I get a prompting, and I would intuitively interpret those signs, sort of a download and decode process.

A few weeks went by and nothing happened. I did feel the urge to start an instagram page promoting one of my other side hassle business, which is writing erotic fiction and publishing them as ebooks. I interpret that as an advice from Clauneck, and so I did exactly that. My instagram is nothing glorious, but I do notice an uptick in sales, with a lot fresh costumers who is exploring my work for the first time. So there, success story.

The end.

Not so fast, during one my routine maintenance check on my pet channel on youtube, I was shocked to notice the analytics went off the chart. One of my video has gone viral! I am not talking about double or triple the hits, I am talking about going from a few hundred hits a day, exploded to a few hundred thousand hits an hour. It went from 8000 hits to 2 million hits, and it was still going strong.

At first I thought the numbers were wrong. Youtube must had gone haywire. but upon checking the traffic source, everything seems legit. Also, the video are getting hundreds of comment per hour. That proofs that the traffic is organic in nature.

It turns out, by happen stance, youtube had place one of my video on the front page in India. Youtube analytics actually tells you where the traffic came from. Also, all the comments are in Panjabi, so that's also a dead giveaway.  

I don't know why, though, my video had nothing to do with India.

This little channel, barely yield 500 dollars a year, and only a few dollars a day, and that's if I was lucky. On the first day it went viral, it yielded a thousand dollar. I thought it was a random spike, but second day came by, another 700 to 800 dollars.  The hits just kept coming. Subscribers too. It went from a few thousand subscribers  to twenty thousand subscribers in 2 days.

It was like a glitch in the matrix. This channel was never destined to accomplish anything great, yet here it is, racking in millions of hits and thousands of dollars.

It was too good to be true, the gravy train has to stop, right? It did. Turns out you can have too much of a good thing. This viral explosion in revenue caught youtube's attention, which prompt them to take a closer look at my channel. Remember how my contents were, ahem, borrowed? Turns out youtube hates it.

On the 3rd day, I logged in to find my channel demonetized. That means it will no longer have advertising, and the channel got kicked out of the partnership program. They said I am welcome to reapply for monetizing once I can show some original content on my channel. I will receive the money I have already made, but no new money would come in.

Effectively, that channel is dead.

The battle is over. What's the body count? I made about two thousand dollars in the spend of 2 days. The channel would had made about 500 dollars that year. With the way youtube is going with small channels, probably less revenue than previous years. On a positive note, I now have a cult following in northern India.

In short, Clauneck gave me a wind fall of cash. It's like winning a mini lottery. Not the jackpot but like 3 or 4 number hit.  I made more money in that short span of time than I would have made in 5 years. But Clauneck also took away one of my youtube channel that took years to grow. It is like an adult taking a tricycle away from child.

I am in full gratitude for Clauneck. I am writing this testimonial as a heads up for other black magician, whenever a Demon gives you something, he would also take something away. That is their nature. It's like eating spicy food in a Thai restaurant, you will be sweating like a foundation and your taste buds would be burnt for weeks. You can't complain because that is what you ordered.

Months later, I came across Morino Ravenburg's youtube channel. He is an expert occultist who like to share his authentic experiences. In one of his video, he talked about his experience with Clauneck.  He also experience the same turbulent energy when working with this same demon, where he described his professional life was turned upside down, but at the end, he was at a better place financially from working with Clauneck.

As did I.

Would I recommend Clauneck? One thing for sure, he delivered results, it is a bumpy ride. Give me an exhilarating experience, also made me depressed for a few days. On a positive note, My instagram account, which was created on Clauneck's nudges, is still alive and drawing new costumers.

E A Koetting once said, "Demons don't care about your comfort."

I am very appreciative of the new experience I gain from working with Clauneck. He feels like a brother to me.

I have worked with other sprits before, and in time, I would like to share those stories too.

Looking online, I haven't found a lot of people who have specifically worked with Clauneck. There are a lot of talks about him, but very few true story I can count on to reference. Do you have an experience with this entity? Share your experience on the comments below.

This is my true experience with summoning a demon from EA Koetting's Gilmore, "The book of Azazel". I am a semi professional writer, from time to time, I write romance thriller and put them on sale on Amazon kindle and other online outlets. Lately, I discovered a darker themed of erotica are very poplar, so I have been writing BDSM themed erotic stories. It's a fun hobby. I like the income as well. I am not famous, but the royalties are a good source of pocket money.

As any writer would tell you, from time to time, you get into a flat space where nothing creative comes out of you. I haven't published in a while, and the way the algorithm works, if you don't publish consistently, your work will be much less likely to be discovered.

I was actually listening to EA's audio book while at the gym, and there is a part where he talked about a dark demon one can summon, where it will help your artistic endeavor, but beware, the spirit is dark and macabre, and the inspiration he provide will be dark and morose. The name of the  spirit is Mammy'aon

Perfect.

Before I continue, let me quote you the section from the book, The Book of Azazel, from the section THE HOUSE OF MALKASH,

Mammy’aon appears in the north or sometimes in the

west as an adolescent boy. Often, Mammy’aon comes dressed

in a shoulder-slung robe or a tunic, although he has on a few

occasions materialized without clothes at all. His features have

not developed any great degree of gender distinction, and in

fact, when he does appear nude, he is quite genitally asexual.

Mammy’aon is a sort of demonic muse, able to inspire

artists, sculptors, painters, writers, and performers. After

evoking Mammy’aon, or even simply charging and opening his

sigil, you will be assaulted by new ideas, insights into projects,

and will likely find it difficult to pull yourself away from your

art. The inspiration received, however, seems to gradually

become darker and more morose with time. Unless you are

seeking such macabre inspiration, as well as the obsession that

his inspiration brings, it is best to evoke Mammy’aon and reap

his influence for a short time. In order to stop his influence,

you will need to evoke him once more, as his power seems to

activate indefinitely until he is specifically requested to

withdraw it.

So I performed a small ritual, I didn't do much in terms of ritual and offering, but I was very sincere in getting in touch with the spirit Mammy'aon. I ask to be inspire to write a something really shocking and dark, at the same time, the work will yield a financial windfall.

That night I had a smooth writing session, and met my personal deadline. The writing comes out flowing, and I had more energy than usual. I have a love hate relationship with writing, I like the result, but I hate the writing process. At the end, I was happy with the story. The character was deliciously dark, yet convincing, and the plot was sick, in a good way.

Before I publish, I would send it an outsourced editor for proof reading. There is this one lady I always trust to read over my work, and over the year, we have a good professional relationship. In time I learn to enjoy her opinion of my work as much as her diligent editing skills. It took her a lot longer to reply to my story this time around. I was expecting her to come back and tell me, "this is a really good book, you've out done yourself again." Or some kind of a half sincere compliment an editor gives a writer. Partly because she's a very nice lady, party because I am her employer.

To my shocking surprise, she came back with the comment to the effect of, "This story is really fucked up! Please don't send material like this again." and she was not joking. Mammy'aon's inspiration was so dark,  that my editor quit on me.

On a positive note, when I finally got around to publish the story, it sold vey well, I didn't get a lot of reviews, but the ones I got were solid, most reviewers praised the realism of the characters, and the seriously dark turn my characters took. The novel was meant to give my reader an erotic thrill, it fulfilled it's purpose, plus some more.

The sales was surprisingly good, I knew it would do well, but it surpassed my expectation. Probably 3 or 4 times than my previous releases, and the momentum is still going. My editor is still with me, but she said she would only edit happy stories and more traditional romantic comedy type of books.

What can I say, invoking, Mammy'aon worked. The spirit in the Gilmores are real. I am writing this article to express my gratitude to Mammy'aon. He is for real.  Also a note of appreciation to Azazel. and a special thanks to   to EA Koetting.

I have worked with other sprits before, and in time, I would like to share those stories too.

Looking online, I just haven't found a lot of people who have specifically worked with Mammy'aon. Do you have an experience with this entity? Share your experience on the comments below.

My experience with Baphomet started a few weeks ago. I live in a major city in the United States, and rent is astronomical. I live in a 3 bedroom apartment close to a large university, the idea is to share the space with 2 roommates, that would make living expense more reasonable. Having said that, I haven't had any luck with finding a roommate for the last 6 months. Due to varies circumstances, I can't move either. I was burning through my savings, and I was looking down the barrel of using up all my money.

To explain my relationship with Baphomet, it is some what of a long winding story I can explain more in later post. I just feel a strong pull towards the entity earlier this month, and it seems like he was reaching out to me. To be clear, Baphomet is a not the same entity as Satan or Lucifer. I can tell you first hand that it is a very different energy. Baphomet have a very warm, comforting, almost cuddly kind of energy.

Now I didn't "sell my soul" or even form a pack with Baphomet, it was just a friendly request. I offered some dried fruits, some dry cured ham, almonds, nuts and some tiny potato. a lot of coins I found on the street over the year, a large crystal. Burn some candle and incense. No blood or life sacrifice. A bottle of water as well. I presented the offerings as gift, then place them into an air tight jar, and lite a candle on top of the jar. That's my way of blessing an offering.I left the jar sitting at top of a book shelf.

If you have found a roommate before, you know that best practice is to look for one at the beginning of the month. At the time I made the offering, it was in the middle of the month. The earliest time I can expect a tenet would be next month, but I heard Baphomet tells me to put an ad out for a roommate ASAP. Turns out the local university is running a summer program for one of it's professional schools, and a lot of people were scrambling for a last minute accommodation. Best of all. It's only a 3 week class but people are willing pay for an entire month of rent. That's over 2000 dollars right there I wouldn't have had other wise.

I also ran a web store selling books and other intellectual property I create. It's been flat for a few months. I heard Baphomet telling me to put together some minor work I dabbled before into a product. I did that and sold very well.

For the people who worked with "Demons" before, you would have experience some bumps in the road. It's just the way "demons" do their work. Before the 2 paying roommates, I had a few people who said they are interested, and never heard back, I also had someone who promise they would be here but backed out the last minute. Also, one of my roommate's air conditioning stopped working, so I have buy him another one with money out of my pocket. Up until the last minute, i wasn't sure if the deals would be successful, but things just happens to fall into the right place. On my webstore, I had a few request for refunds for unsual reason. One person said he clicked on the wrong store, and the other said his teenager got a hold of his credit card. I needed to refund the money so I get into a charge back situation with my credit card company. It was frustrating the first few days I started working with Baphomet, but thing seems to be moving along smoothly after a while.

Another note about bumps on the road, I experience a very painful sprain on my right hand, which never happened before. It was so painful I could barely sleep, and it was a huge inconvenience not able to use my right hand. I don't know it's a residue energy from working with Baphomet.

I am just listing all the quirks for documentary purpose. I am very grateful for my experience.  

All together I made about 5k of money I would otherwise not have since working with Baphomet a few weeks ago.

Overall I would recommend working with Baphomet. He is a warm gentle spirit who is willing to help. He appreciate the attention and the sense of importance in helping, just like a human would.

I have worked with other spirts before, and in time, I would like to share those stories too.

Looking online, I just haven't found a lot of people who have specifically worked with Baphomet. Do you have an experience with this entity?