From the British Museum:
This large wax disk, the ‘Seal of God’ (Sigillum Dei) corresponds exactly with a drawing in John Dee’s manuscripts. It was used to support one of Dee’s ‘shew-stones’, the polished translucent or reflective objects which he used as tools for his occult research.
In the Mathers/Crowley Goetia we see a type of spirit compass showing the directions to face when calling certain spirits.
This diagram actually belongs to the second book of the Lemegaton. These names and their locations on the compass can be found in many old books on magic.
All of these old books have something in common; They place the element of Earth in the West and the element of Water in the North.
Hanna walked into the room, looking in every corner and crevice, at every piece of furniture, before looking back to Esu. He nodded his head at her question; while each word didn’t quite click to him, he got the gist of it— ‘Food.’
He scrambled onto the bed and made himself comfortable. It seemed he would settle in just fine.
Good. He was associating alright. Breakfast was linked to food. Though, even after she closed his door, she lingered for a little bit, to make sure he would actually fall asleep.
Once he’d made himself comfortable and had convinced himself he was safe, Hanna pulled a book out of his bag and began rifling through it. He mumbled quietly to himself in nonsensical words until he eventually fell asleep on its pages.
He tensed only briefly at the physical contact, but he didn’t act out on an impulse to flee, only allowed her to guide him to where he needed to be.
“Bed.” He parroted. “Yes.”
Bed. Bed bed, the place for sleeping. She led him to a second floor, which had two spare rooms. A bed, a dresser, a TV, and a small closet. He was free to hide his books wherever. “Tell me when you want breakfast, alright?” She of course naturally assumed the next morning, but some people woke up later than others.
Hanna walked into the room, looking in every corner and crevice, at every piece of furniture, before looking back to Esu. He nodded his head at her question; while each word didn’t quite click to him, he got the gist of it— ‘Food.’
He scrambled onto the bed and made himself comfortable. It seemed he would settle in just fine.
Something inside of her clicked, and tugged, and it wasn’t going to go away until she fixed it. So she closed the distance and temporarily set aside his books and tugged the shirt up to his collar, pulling his arms though. She turned it around, pulled it back down and….voila.
She felt better.
Being used to taking in stragglers, be it temporary or permanent, she had made sure the house had spare rooms before she even bought it.
“Let’s get you to bed, alright?” she suggested, gently turning him around by the shoulder to lead him.
He tensed only briefly at the physical contact, but he didn’t act out on an impulse to flee, only allowed her to guide him to where he needed to be.
“Bed.” He parroted. “Yes.”
Hanna peeked out the door and reached out a hand, grabbing for the clothes she was holding. “Done. Done done.”
Oh, that was really cute…the clothes were easily let up, the alien exiting to just outside the door, to let him change in relative privacy.
A few short minutes later, Hanna meekly stepped out into the hallway. Sure, the shirt was on backwards, but it was obvious he grasped the role of clothes.
He shuffled to fetch his bag before looking at Esu like a lost puppy, unsure as to what he should do next.
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