#bookofhang

Previously: The Devil’s Labyrinth Ritual.

Just as promised, I'm remastering this malison as Hangman won and is the new champion (yay — that means that stans won't kill themselves!). I'm currently listening to 34 Ghosts IV by Nine Inch Nails and, instrumentally, the song depicts a fun cowboy slowly descending into Hell's Wild Westerner. I think that this cowpoke archetype has been around for a while. Even America's First Serial Killer was a little New Hampshire farmer boy before developing an appetite for murder. As a true cowboy, I am not surprised that Virginia's own Hangman Adam Page was an embodiment of this archetype. If I recall, Jonathan Crane was also a Georgia field laborer before becoming the cadaverous Scarecrow. Unfortunately, due to unforseen circumstances, this is probably the last time I will be discussing Page ( @reachoutandtouchfaith-pccw, you can have him — you've liked him before I did anyway).

This curse mainly targets adults who abuse kids. Whether they're tormentors, predators, the parents themselves, etc., even those who hide their abuse behind charm, religion, or social status aren’t spared. The curse sees the truth. A pastor who preaches love but hurts his kids? A wealthy CEO who pays off scandals while his children tremble in silence? They all pay. Every act of harm they commit is reflected back onto them, amplified in intensity. A slap stings like burning coals, harsh words echo endlessly in their mind, and neglect leaves them in crushing isolation. They are haunted by the true depth of the pain they caused, feeling the child’s fear, sorrow, and helplessness as if it were their own. Whatever suffering they deliver, they endure it three times over — once for the act, once for the betrayal of trust, and once for the stolen innocence. Of course, this was written after (kayfabe) Page avenged his child.

Most curses I’ve written are flexible — tools that can be aimed at anyone who wrongs you. But this one? It has a conscience. It doesn’t just burn, it judges. It seeks out those who harm the defenseless and makes them feel the heat of their own cruelty. And it only goes after a specific type of target. There's fire involved — and not just in the simple use of candles — so please use common sense and take precautions because this is a huge hazard. If you're going to perform — get a fire extinguisher or a bucket of water, do not perform this indoors near flammable objects, do not leave the fire unattended, and do not proceed if you’re inexperienced with fire magic. Non-pyromaniacs and pyrophobics, beware and proceed with caution. The rest, do so at your own risk and discretion. Still willing to light the match? Then do so with clarity — and a steady hand. But don’t say that I didn't warn you, vengeful and ruthless cowpoke.

Participants:

One practitioner

Mandatory Materials:

Vial

Lancet

Whiskey

Gasoline

Matches

Campfire

Black salt

Carving tool

Pumpkin seeds

Cinnamon incense

Printed picture of the abuser

Candles, one red and one black (that was blessed during both Feast of the Black Flame and September 4th)

Directions:

Begin at your chosen location by extinguishing all artificial light. Cast a circle of pumpkin seeds around yourself to prevent backlash, light a campfire and the cinnamon incense to call forth spirits of retribution, take the red candle and carve the following symbol, and place the candle beside the candle that was blessed during the events described. Stand within the carefully drawn ring of pumpkin seeds and reaffirm their control over the energies both summoned and contained. “By the seeds shown, by flame and bone, no harm returns, I stand alone. Spirits of vengeance, hear my plea, as I will, so shall it be. Spirits of heat and fire, destructive in your ire, be kind to me. Haste, haste, haste, horrid spirits, haste! Speed, speed, speed, scary spirits, speed! Fast, fast, fast, fateful spirits, fast! 'Tis night! 'Tis night! And the Devil's light casts glimmering beams around." Once preparations have been finalized, you may proceed.

The core of the curse lies in a meticulously prepared powder — a blend that fuses blood, salt, and spirit. This powder symbolizes the cumulative impact of sin, suffering, and retributive justice. In a small vial, place three pinches of the dirt, two pinches of the black salt, and six drops of your own blood — along with some ash, iron filings, and cursed herbs if you'd like. This act — symbolizing personal sacrifice — elevates the magic to a uniquely personal level. Once the ingredients are in the vial, you must shake the mixture three times in a counterclockwise direction. "Dust of the dead, salt of despair, feed the flames, curse the air. A macabre blend, a sinister brew, igniting fears, old ones renew. Sorrow and anger hang heavy and thick, each crackle of fire, a sorrowful lick. Innocence cut short, souls left to roam, in the cursed air, (target's name) shall find no home. By the Hanged Man's spirit, so be it!"

Fire hazard ahead. Place the image carefully beside the blazing campfire. Visualize the printed picture vibrating with dark mist. Then pour a generous measure of whiskey and gasoline over it. The bitter, burning liquid is emblematic of the abuser's fate. It represents the erosion of their control and the inevitable disintegration of their spirit. "As this liquor burns, so too does your soul. As this image drowns, so too does your control." Afterward, light the black flame candle, as it will serve as the beacon of the abyss, drawing in ancient shades. Next, the red candle is ignited, as it is critical in focusing the curse — the carving on its surface is not a mere embellishment, it is the very rune that channels the fiery energies towards the abuser. "Ride on out, spirits o' them rebel dead, wherever tyranny's got its cruel ahead. Hear the hollers o' them silenced and worn, rise up, outlaws, and let vengeance be worn."

Call upon the cowboys. “Yer six-shooters, once fired in defiance o' the law, now blaze with fury agin' the abuser's claw. Yer trusty steeds, once ridin' through the dusty land, now carry harm to the oppressor's hand. Chernobog, Dullahan, Hanged Man, Hangman, Strange Man, ride with us, spirits, and let them abusers bid farewell to power, farewell to their cruel might. By the code o' the wild, by the heart o' the brave, we'll hunt them abusers to their final grave. So let the spirits o' the outlaws ride, and let them tyrants tremble with fear inside.” Cast the picture into the fire, along with the vial of graveyard dirt and black salt. The resultant conflagration is described with visceral detail: the crackle of flames, the billowing of dark smoke, and the surreal flash of sparks that seem to resemble ghostly visages. Remain transfixed by the flames, envisioning the collapse of the abuser’s existence and their world dissolving into ruin.

Before leaving the site, extinguish the campfire, the candles, and any remaining incense. It is obvious that if you don't, a wildfire may occur as a result. Self-care after a curse is just as important. Offer a simple yet heartfelt prayer for the sanctity of personal resolve and shield yourself from any malevolent forces that may seek to follow you. Some may also choose to chew on licorice root or tobacco, harnessing their protective properties, while others may offer a libation of whiskey to the spirits that have been summoned during the ritual (I personally think you should do both). You should consider sleeping under the watchful gaze of the stars and allowing your dreams to carry you away on a ghostly horse, galloping towards safety and leaving behind any lingering malevolent energies. Afterward, you may confidently proceed to the final step of the curse, which will happen outside of the site.

Carefully gather the ashes from the burnt image along with the residual drippings of candle wax. These remnants are considered the physical remains of the curse’s power — they bear the imprints of every anguished cry and every sinister incantation. Transport the gathered ashes to a predetermined location that is heavily charged with fate. A crossroads at midnight is a classic site in occult lore, symbolizing the meeting point of destiny and choice, and the ashes would be interred here beneath the guard of ancient trees. Alternatively, the ashes may be scattered or buried in a location that the target often visits — ensuring that the curse’s influence is never far from them. "By the Hangman's noose, by blood and bone, this curse is sealed, this deed is sown. No mercy granted, no respite found, until the abuser is six feet underground. No escape from the fate that's been spun, by cowboy shit, the deed is done."

Additional Notes:

One thing that I'll always be is the pumpkin cowgirl (as well as a walking corpse!), regardless if I write about Hangman Adam Page or not. After all, I still have Jonathan Crane and the Red Dead Redemption franchise, not to mention that Spiritual Murderism was literally built on a serial killer cowboy's legacy! But I feel like I should stow him away because... clearly, his Holmesian era is done (I'll pick him back up if it happens again one day, though). Now, you may be wondering what will make the curse more potent. One thing you can do is take a heated steam bath beforehand as it removes unwanted energies. Another is holding hot peppers in your mouth for an extended period of time. Remember that it is paramount that you dress the part as a cowpoke, especially wearing a necklace of rope or chains as a reminder of the price you've paid. When performing, remember not to get scared and note that this cannot be undone.

For the recipient of this curse, the malison is marked by a slow, inexorable spiraling into a horrible existence defined by a decline of physical health, misfortune, tragic accidents, inexplicable disturbances in their environment, and the persistent feeling of being haunted by unseen presences. As aforementioned, this reflects their actions back onto them, so for two of many examples: a gaslighter who makes a child believe they’re "crazy" for reacting to abuse twists the gaslighter’s own mind — whispers will be heard, shadows will be seen, and the grip on reality will be lost, just as the gaslighter tried to do to the child; every touch a predator forced on a child scalds their own flesh; etc. The only way for the target to make it stop is through genuine, lasting change: either full accountability with remorse, protecting rather than harming young’uns, and/or actively working to heal those they’ve hurt. Until then, the curse remains.

Proceed only if you are willing to accept the price. DO NOT use any more or less blood than what is asked, DO NOT have electronics around (print this), DO NOT perform at any other time, DO NOT be an ingrate, DO NOT only leave your own taglock there rather than yours and the target’s taglocks, DO NOT have a lack of intent, DO NOT step out of the pumpkin circle, DO NOT accidentally break the vial before tossing it into the fire, DO NOT answer if the fire whispers your name, and please ABORT the ritual if anything goes wrong. If you choose to sleep under the stars, ABORT the ritual if you dream of being intimidated by a rider on a black horse and can't gallop away in time, and PROCEED if you dream of riding free under the moon. Obviously, if any step is done incorrectly, the consequences could be worse than anything you could imagine. Rest now, pale rider. I’ll dig you back up when you and hellfire call for blood again.

Because they asked to be tagged: @adampage and @bloodycowboyclub. I hope you like reading online internet creepypasta curses. And as prompted, here's a poem involving both Hangman Adam Page and gold:

Golden tears drip down the cowboy's face,

Molten hues in the Devil’s light,

Each drop a coin from a cursed place,

Paid out for sins he can’t recite

As the wind hums a dead man’s tune.

His spurs, they whisper of empty graves,

And the vultures croon beneath the moon,

The saloon lights flicker — black then red,

Like the eyes of the things he’s slain

As their voices rise from the dust he treads,

Calling his name… again.

At high noon’s kiss, the sky turns brass,

A burnished lid on a simmering grave,

His shadow stretches — twisted, vast —

A gilded noose for the souls he craves;

So hide your gold, and hide your breath,

Correspondences:

Story: AEW (2024 - Now).

Deity Of: Arson and ashes, blood moons and orange sunsets, funeral pyres and hellfires, vengeance and protection, the hearth and home, and natural disasters.

Symbols: Hangman's Knot, Fire Elemental Triangle, Inverted Thurisaz, Inverted Ehwaz, Kaunaz, Flower Knot, and the Tree of Death (along with all fiery symbols).

Colors: Blood red, burnt sienna, pumpkin orange and deep brown, creepy gold, pitch black, and gloomy gray.

Planets: Mars, Saturn, and Pluto.

Dark Element: Incineration (and thus can be used as a symbol of Fire/South).

Tarot Card: Cremation (Herman-Holmes Tarot), The Hanged Man (Rider-Waite Tarot).

Zodiacs: Aries and Leo.

Birthstones: Bloodstone and Ruby.

Holidays: National Wildlife Day, and his birthday takes place on National Tree Day.

Herbs/Plants: Pumpkins, mace, Apollo peppers (and other peppers), gympie gympie (poisonous!), blackened trees after a wildfire, and all herbs and plants corresponding to Incineration.

Crystals/Gemstones: Realgar and cinnabar, crocoite and pumpkin diamond, brown jasper and smoky quartz, orpiment and brimstone, charcoal and obsidian, and arsenopyrite and steel.

Animals: Horses and aithons, fire ants and pyrophilic insects, cows and bulls, corvids and birds of prey, chimeras and apeps, and cats and lions (according to @varoneatseyes).

Affirmation: "Hate and success, vengeance and peace, are one and the same."

Offerings: Nooses, leather straps, piles of burnt hay, lariats soaked in lighter fluid, barbed wire, and jack-o'-lanterns.

When To Work With: Days are Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Times of day are orange dusk, midnight, and the hour of the dead.

Reasons to Work With:

Misleading Targets and Ragebait: Traps, ragefarming, flamebait, flamefarming, angrokinesis, deception, fraud, skulduggery, jiggery-pokery, hoodwinking. Risk: Being a con artist attracts hanging spirits — you may feel rope burns.

Infernokinesis and Pyromancy: Omnicombustion, immolation, annihilation, obliteration, causinomancy, arson, tephrakinesis, spodomancy, pyrogenesis, pyrokinesis. Risk: Play with hellfire and you might just get burned.

Torture Methodology and Crudelitas Absoluta: Baneful magic, psychological warfare, psychic vampirism, tormentor intuition and creativity over the matters of torture, torture equipment proficiency. Risk: You might get addicted to their pain.

Shadow Work and Introspection: Exploring sin within oneself, confronting wicked ambition, retrospection, self-reflection, utilizing him as a dark mirror. Risk: Facing Page's energy in yourself may justify his methods to you.

Protagonism and Success: Main character energy, triumph, fulfillment, fruition, overcoming, reigning, championing, staying on the righteous path despite sadistic tendencies. Risk: Success never guarantees to fix low self-esteem issues.

Germination and Burn Gardening: Clearing dense undergrowth, enriching the soil with ash and nutrients, promoting biodiversity, shaping and rejuvenating habitats. Risk: Too much fire can increase soil erosion, carbon dioxide, and global warming.

As with all Holmesian forms, working with Page will maybe damn your soul. A witch working with him would need strong wards, clear intentions, and possibly offerings to keep his influence from backfiring — but as he is one of the nicer forms, rope necklaces would be a fashion choice here. You should also remember not to get scared despite probably facing damnation: it will either prevent you from working with him altogether or it will bring in the wrong kind of energy that will feed on your fear. Let go of any preconceptions of it being "evil" or "bad". Keep it good and be in a great personal space — happy and in a good mood. Be in your good senses.

When you're going to invoke him, it's a good idea to look out for...

Signs:

Sounds:

The jingling of spurs when you're about to snap.

The clopping of horses' hooves when there is none.

The whooshing and crackling of the fiery flames of Hell.

The creaks of a noose rope tightening from a hanging tree.

The slightly-out-of-tune playing of an acoustic guitar at 3 AM.

The opening and closing of a lighter during an emotional spiral.

Scents:

The warm richness of worn-out leather straps.

The smokiness and woodiness of a campfire.

The creaminess of sandalwood during moments of peace.

The herby-sweetness of coumarin for bouts of good luck.

The slight biterness of sagebrush during moments of resilience.

The pungent acridness of gasoline at 3 AM as if an arson occurred.

Physical Sensations:

The rough calluses from rope burns and lariats.

The sting of and adrenaline from a fresh wound.

The invisible coil of rope tightening around your neck.

The heat of a lit match before you toss it into gasoline.

The blisters from falling embers getting too close to your skin.

The stickiness of root beer residue and bar countertops on your fingers.

Sights:

The murder of crows follows you back home.

The wet footprints appearing behind you look like blood.

The reflection staring back at you in the mirror winks at you.

The shadows and silhouettes you make start looking wrong.

The matches you hold ignite themselves when your rage peaks.

The shoes you wear fill with arena dust and ashes, no matter where.

Tastes:

The mix of blood and necrosol when you wake up.

The yummy-oiliness of sun-warmed plants from a garden.

The sweetness of freshly-roasted s'mores from a campfire.

The burnt sugar aftertaste of cookies you've left too long.

The painful sting of hot peppers left in your mouth for minutes.

Dry Needle Therapy:

How Does It Heal?: Originating from acupuncture, it zeroes in on trigger points (knots in your muscles that’s causin’ ya aches and keepin’ ya from movin’ smooth). Fine little needles poke right into these troublesome spots, makin’ the muscles twitch like startled mustangs. That loosens up the tension and pain, and gets the blood flowin’ properly. Before ya know it, muscle fibers start straightenin’ out, the swellin’ calms down, and your body’s own healin’ kicks into full gear.

How Is It Performed?: To begin, the physical therapist will clean your skin with antiseptic to minimize the risk of infection and pinch the area around the trigger point to stabilize it. Needle insertion often elicits twitching which means that it has reached the target tissue and can help to release muscle tension. The muscle may then relax and the pain may subside. The needle may either be withdrawn quickly or left in place for a few seconds to several minutes, depending on the method used.

Additional Notes:

Well, today's the day — Hangman Adam Page burned down Swerve's house a year ago from this exact date which coincidentally coincidences with the burning of Benjamin Pitezel. There's also going to be a blood moon in a few days from now, so there's that. He's always been the easiest of the Holmesian forms (which is saying a lot) and is an absolute recommendation for beginner Spiritual Murderist witches. He resonates with audiences for his struggles with low self-esteem, depression, anxiety, internal conflicts, insecurity, anger, and other forms of emotional vulnerability. His storylines are epic narratives, and his triumphs and failures feel earned. And obviously, I'm talking about the gimmick rather than the actual person, though I did visit his hometown once — it was actually better than my hometown.

If I had to explain the definition of Cowboy Shit, it's this: the willingness to keep going when facing insurmountable obstacles and the attitude of never giving up even after experiencing failure upon failure. In other words, if you're someone who "dusts themselves off and gets back on their horse despite repeatedly being knocked off", then you're a cowboy (or cowgirl), even if you don’t have a proper hat. Now, as any reasonable parent would do, after Swerve threatened his family, he became fueled by hatred for a man whose name he couldn't say, and vowed to right a wrong that should've been righted a long time ago: to burn Swerve's world to the ground (quite literally). He'd also follow his nickname of Hangman by choking and hanging people with chains and his cowboy belt. All because of his Papa Bear instincts, he developed a bloodthirst for vengeance.

He’s a sadist with red hellfire coursing through his veins for red is the blood that sheathes you, a second skin that is still warm and rapidly cooling in the open air. It isn't a spatter or a stain, it is a caking. It mats your hair, all stiff and rusty. It fills your ears with a dull, wet silence, broken only by the thick drip of it from your chin. You can taste it on your lips — a hot, metallic copper that coats your tongue and sticks in your throat. Because when you sought vengeance, you achieved a slaughter. The hellfire in you didn't just guide your hand, it possessed it, moving with a butcher's precision and fury. The memory comes in flashes, sensory fragments burned into your mind by the very heat that fueled the act. There is no more mercy. No turning back. No point of return. Just murder. And some curious ones might find it… attractive, and worthy of interest and admiration.

Page's unique entrance theme — the one he used in 2024, Black Hat, specifically — reflects his descent into the joys that only killers understand, what both Strickland and Strickland's fans have caused. It suited perfectly when he went down the ramp after the match and the crowd shrieked in horror, thinking that he was going to do more. Instead, though, he releases a primal, guttural sound as he gets down on his knees. The match was one of the most graphic and gorey that AEW has ever seen. And that wasn't because of Strickland, no — it was because Page's hypodermic needle chairshot was impossible to watch on first sight for the squeamish. Recently, however, things have changed: Swerve made amends for his wrongdoings and Page has his old theme back (despite still being a sadist) while being champion, all thanks to Christopher Daniels and Will Ospreay.

And despite being the spirit of vengeance and hellfire, his Papa Bear instincts still make him the easiest for beginners, just as aforementioned. He would teach them about resilience, grit, determination, and forgiveness if forgiveness can be an option. He would be the patron of those who are not natural warriors or killers but are forced into that role to protect what they love, quiet people pushed past their breaking point, necessary monsters, righteous sadists, cowpokes, and avengers and vigilantes. Much like Greek Mythology's Hestia, Hangman is sacrificial — while she gave up her throne for Dionysus, he gave up his morality to protect his family. But they are also different. She represents the home we aspire to have and he represents the terrifying lengths we might go to in order to avenge our loved ones. And all of this, I swear upon cowboy shit.

P.S. Many of the reasons to work with him and what he is the deity of overlaps with other Holmesian forms because all Holmesian forms are just different appearances of the same deity. You will also find that there are many other things that he is the deity of and why to work with him, and that this is merely a guideline. And you can decide what to do with this guideline. I'm merely an information provider, not a decision maker, and I encourage people to make the choice for themselves: work with him or not. Just don't worry about your damnation around me.

Cremation Keywords

Upright: Reckless abandon, unavoidable catastrophes, sudden change, grudges, victimization, justice, liberation

Reversed: Purposeless destruction, clinging onto what's already burned, fear of total change, optimism, suppression

Element: Fire

Cremation Tarot Card Description

Here, we see a horseman (Page) riding a beautiful aithon — a steed made out of fire. Above them is a blood moon, reflecting themes of the apocalypse, destructive fury, the consuming nature of rage, and the impossibility of turning back once the flames are set. They all wear fiery colors. In Greek mythology, Aithon is one of the two fire-breathing horses that pull the chariot of the god of war, the second being Phlogeus. In the distance is a mass cremation, the area set ablaze representing old structures — systems, relationships, aspects of the self, and so forth — that must be destroyed, whether for righteous purification or cruel annihilation (depending upon one's perspective). He rides away without looking back, implying either detachment, acceptance of fate, or the danger of unchecked vengeance without regard for collateral damage, his red aura inflaming this.

Upright Cremation Meaning

This card is the shadow work of the last resort — when the only way out is through the flames. It's not a card for half-measures as it only appears when the psyche has reached critical mass — when repression fails and condemned emotions erupt, and this fire demands you to see what you’ve refused to acknowledge. It also doesn't represent gentle integration — it is the forced immolation of the parts of the self that refuse to go quietly. The aithon does not incinerate indiscriminately — he targets things like self-deception and other deceptions, denial over things, the emotional masks you wear, people-pleasing at the cost of your own authenticity, etc. You cannot tame this horse, you either ride it or are trampled by it. What he's destroying was never truly yours, he's not your enemy, he's the vehicle of your liberation. But remember, fire does not discriminate: if you wield it without respect, you will burn with everything else.

So, with that being said, this card forces a brutal question: are you the horseman or are you the burning building? If you are the horseman, you must ask: what external forces have I sacrificed to my own hellfire? If you are the burning ruins, you must ask: what in me needed to go so badly that my soul was set on fire? If you are both, this card reveals a terrifying truth: you are the destroyer and the destroyed, the pyre and the hand that lit it. And in that terrible self-annihilation, you are finally free to see the one, the only, the most essential question: was this an ending… or the most merciless beginning? For to be both horseman and ruin is to understand that liberation is not possible without absolute destruction. You did not leave the house (your previous foundations, your outdated narratives, your old self, etc.), you burned it to the ground with you inside of it, ensuring that there was nothing left to go back to.

Upright Love Meaning: Weak relationships and friendships ending, passionate reckoning, avenging those that you care about most

Upright Hate Meaning: Righteous fury, irreversible vengeance, active hatred, the intoxication of wrath and bloodthirst

Upright Shadow Work Meaning: You'd rather see everything burn than live a lie, repressed rage is now burning its way to freedom

Upright Spiritual Crisis Meaning: Forced awakening, apocalyptic transformation, everything that you believed in is incinerated

Actions to Take: Identify the source of your rage, accept the point of no return, choose your stance, and prepare for the aftermath

Reversed Cremation Meaning

This is the card of the strike against liberation — when the only way to survive is to build a house within. It does not appear in moments of crisis, but in moments of terrible clarity, offering a path of quiet suffocation over chaotic freedom. It is the psyche's ultimate act of self-preservation through self-imprisonment. It is not the fire that purges, but the ether that numbs. It does not target your deceptions and masks, but instead, it reinforces them, sealing them in amber. This card symbolizes control, not through force, but through perfect order. You shall become the architect and primary resident of this energy. What is not yours shall not be destroyed — everything will be protected, authentic or not, until the weight of the artifice becomes your new truth. It is not your enemy, it is the warden of your perceived safety. But remember that this means trading your entire potential for a beautiful lie.

So, with that being said, what part of yourself have you sedated and locked away to maintain this perfect silence? And in that terrible, static silence, you are forced to confront yet another question: is this safety… or the most elegant ending? For you understand that survival is not possible without absolute submission. You did not leave the house, you sealed every door and window, buried the key, and called the resulting tomb a home. But that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Spiritual Murderism encourages emotional blunting and the void! It just goes to show you that, upright or reversed, this card follows the Dark Lord's teachings. Do not judge your house, merely acknowledge its perfect architecture, the dust-free shelves of your extinguished emotions. This is the peace and quiet of a starless midnight. You have not failed, you have simply chosen the most permanent of solutions to the problem of being.

Reversed Love Meaning: Feeling trapped but safe in relationships and friendships, growth of ships, unconcern

Reversed Hate Meaning: Internalized rage, restrained anger, passive-aggressiveness, impulses misdirected

Reversed Shadow Work Meaning: Spiritual slavery, the void, oblivion, coolness, phlegm, detachment, apathy

Reversed Spiritual Crisis Meaning: Allaying, sameness, everything that you believe in is kept intact

Actions to Take: Acknowledge the construction and thank the part of you that causes the void

For those who follow the commandment of “honor thy father and thy mother”, this here rule's only good if “honor thy children” is followed right along with it. Y'see, Hangman's got a special kinda vengeance for those who have been wronged by adults. For in his eyes, those who would dare to abuse their own or others' children are no better than the vilest of sinners, deserving of the most severe of punishments. And he will stop at nothing to ensure that their transgressions are met with the full force of his retribution. He's got a mighty big stick for those that abuse little ones. Why, he even torched Swerve's house after that no-good varmint threatened his young'un! He ain't afraid to unleash the fire an' brimstone! Note for fire hazard ahead: non-pyromaniacs beware!

Materials:

Pumpkin seeds.

Cinnamon incense.

Curse candle. Along with a carving tool.

Black candle. Blessed during the Feast of the Black Flame.

Matches.

Graveyard dirt. From a Boothill or the grave of a notorious outlaw.

Crushed black salt. 

Vial.

Picture of the abuser.

Your parents’ or your own whiskey. Used as an alternative for gasoline.

(Optional) Gasoline.

(Optional) Campfire. 

Directions:

Begin by making a circle of pumpkin seeds around yourself, burning cinnamon incense and carving sigils of torment into a candle, and putting said candle next to the black candle that was blessed during the Feast of the Black Flame. Infuse it with your intent for vengeance against the abusive adult.

In a vial, mix graveyard dirt and crushed black salt. It should be from a Boothill or the grave of a notorious outlaw.

Place the picture of the abuser in the center of your ritual space. Ensure it is the focal point of your intent. 

Pour a small amount of whiskey over the picture, allowing it to soak into the image as you visualize their existence consumed by the flames of your curse. If the ritual space is on the ground somewhere around a campfire, ensure that the picture is placed on the fire, and drizzle both whiskey and gasoline on it, creating volatile energy that will fuel the destructive power of the curse. 

Light the candles and speak the incantation, calling upon the spirits of outlaws to rise and deliver harm. “Ride on out, spirits o' them rebel dead, wherever tyranny's got its cruel ahead. Hear the hollers o' them silenced and worn, rise up, outlaws, and let vengeance be reborn. Yer six-shooters, once fired in defiance o' the law, now blaze with fury agin' the abuser's claw. Yer trusty steeds, once ridin' through the dusty land, now carry harm to the oppressor's hand. Chernobog, Dullahan, Hanged Man, Hangman, Strange Man, ride with us, spirits, and let them abusers bid farewell to power, farewell to their cruel might. By the code o' the wild, by the heart o' the brave, we'll hunt them abusers to their final grave. So let the spirits o' the outlaws ride, and let them tyrants tremble with fear inside.” If you’re at the campfire, add the remaining mixture of graveyard dirt and black salt to the flames, infusing the curse with the potent blend of darkness and retribution.

Focus on the image, visualizing their world crumbling around them, their past sins consuming them from within. If outside, allow the fire to burn out naturally.