I let magic fall by the wayside for a bit due to turbulent changes in my life. I finally started to dip my toes back in and decided to perform an evocation of Sachiel as outlined in Rufus Opus’ Seven Spheres.
Now the book advises the work as more of an initiatory process, so I didn’t ask for anything specific. The sentiment from me was like “Help me where I am unaware I need help.”
Next day, I go to buy a bicycle up north. My partner wants to try a sushi restaurant afterwards. We are seated next to a table of gentlemen and I have a weird feeling about them. Like they look familiar, but I don’t know from where.
Then later I eavesdrop some conversation from their table about familiar occult authors and my radar starts going haywire. I ended up getting a phone number from one of them, and it turns out they’re involved with a local Golden Dawn group, Martinists, and Gnostics.
Hot damn! The level of serendipity blew my mind.