This is a culmination of thought rising from once again allowing contact. Seeking contact. Rather than finding myself running around in the graveyards cutting myself, as the Gaderene demoniac, I rather find myself enlisted in that which is of planetary importance. That something is an understanding, a re-connection. This is not at all what I had expected of ceremonial magic. I cannot say for certainty that the spirits I encounter are real, nor can I say they are solely representative of unconscious psychological processes evolutionarily purposed at inducing individuation, growth, and maturity within the mind of the only presently extant human species, Homo sapiens sapiens. That is above my current pay-grade. I can say with certainty that the latter have consistently been the measurable result and that I am not today who I was yesterday. I am much more.
Satyr, Silenos, Faun. Woodland spirit.
Nothing other than these words could better describe the way in which I perceived whom I believe is Gaap, or Goap, or Coap, Tap, or Toab, depending on spirit list. By informing of ghost box, I believe this spirit’s name is pronounced “Guhp”. The way in which is was spoken was as I imagine that the now-extinct primates of past geological ages may have spoken. It was a single syllable. I think the pronunciation I heard would perfectly explain the different spellings of Gaap. Said in this indistinct manner, any of them could fit.
He stood to my kneecaps. His face was gnomish, with beard, and he had a particular quality of “oldness”. I perceived no horns. He wore gnomish clothing, complete with hat. These did not seem cartoonish in the least, but perfectly authentic. His legs were those of an animal. I did not perceive this until the end of the dream as the spirit left, moving away at a distance. If I had to say what animal the legs most reminded me of I would say a fawn, as in young deer. His quadrupedal retreating into the woods reminded me very much of the agile leaping movement of a deer, so well equipped to wilderness terrain.
In this dream this wee gnomish fellow “took me up in the air”. He was before me and below us was all of Asheville. This was not alarming in the least, but rather incited exhilaration. Though the imp did not speak, I was made to understand that he was “causing trouble in Asheville”. I remember seeing a steeple or bell-tower below us.
We came back down to the ground in a wooded area. There was a red armchair facing me. The spirit turned and ran towards the woods. I can only describe it as a circular portal opening in the woods, beyond which were only more woods. I watched his hind-legs as he bounded on all fours through this circular opening in the trees. My immediate thought was that I should have to very soon give chase to that creature, and the feeling was that I must find the courage to pass through and explore unknown territory.
At this point there appeared a flaming seal upon the backrest of the armchair. It was actually on fire. And I woke up.
When these types of dreams visit, I usually awaken from them with an incredulously mundane attitude towards them. It is only later into the day, and the following days, that revisiting the details of the dreams, they become more and more worthy of examination.
By far the most interesting thing was the seal. This is a spirit’s calling card. The grimoires of the Western esoteric tradition are filled with the names and seals comprising spirit lists, and these are surprisingly similar across time and place. And so my quest began to identify the seal I had beheld. I had collected books and had surface knowledge of such material, but I’d never really dug in. I went to Peterson’s The Lesser Key, the Grimoirium Verum, Dr. Rudd’s Goetia, Jake Stratton-Kent’s Pandemonium and Waite’s Book of Black Magic. A specific seal jumped off the pages at me - it was the most similar seal to what I had seen, and it belonged to Gaap.
While interesting, I was yet doubtful, though coupled with the spirit’s description, I was most persuaded. Gaap is a spirit with an incredibly complex presence in the grimoires, and gleaming any depth of understanding from his text requires a prerequisite of understanding hierarchy of grimoiric spirit ranks. Gaap is King in Libra. Prince in Virgo. President in Virgo. The Golden Dawn assigns him to the decan of Aquarius. He appeared to me in the last days of Aquarius. To make matters more complex, I realized that Kelly’s vision pertaining to the “Aquarian Spellcube” had a similarity in appearance to Gaap’s seal (in the Peacock Goat Review I have been writing cube spells for each zodiacal sign, based on the visions Kelly has within the context of this purpose).
Kelly had a vision of the winter herb called, spotted prince’s pine, or striped wintergreen or serpent’s tongue. Most interestingly Chimaphila maculata is also called King’s Cure. The day prior to her vision I had handled some of this plant up our mountainside. She drew me this picture of her vision, which astoundingly resembles the shapes within Gaap’s seal:
She would go on to have a second and third vision pertaining to this snake, which are detailed in the Peacock Goat. My opinion is that in lieu of these visions Gaap is of the nature of Saturn, Mercury and Venus as well the signs of Aquarius, Libra and Virgo. He is also assigned to the 2nd decan of Virgo, ruled by Saturn and the cadent ruled by Mercury:
OK - now let’s get to the text from Scot’s Discoverie of Witchcraft:
Aquarius would be a “meridionall”, or southern sign. If you read Kent’s Pandemonium you begin to understand the complexity and perhaps conflation that lay between Bileth and Gaap. For instance, this image of Bilet’s seal is from Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum (ms Plut 89 Sup 38):
And again, Kelly’s drawing of her vision:
All of these things on their own amount to nothing, but together, in the short span of a week, they all are very curious to me.
This is Toab’s text from Codex Latinus Monacensis 849 (CLM 849), aka The Munich Handbook of Necromancy:
His text from the Livre des Espertiz:
His text from the Lesser Key:
No with that out of the way, we can begin some fun speculation.
After I recognized these things altogether I went about making the seal of Gaap on a Saturday in the hour of Jupiter, cast in tin. This is the result, using Dr. Rudd’s seals:
Of special note is his early appearance in text as a doctor, especially of women. The healing nature of Spotted Prince’s Pine, called by the Creek Native Americans Pipsissewa, meaning to break into pieces, is noted in folklore but not well studied. Experimentation required. Luckily I live on 160 acres of Appalachian wilderness covered in the stuff. Chimaphila maculatum goes by many other common names including prince’s cone, prince’s plume, dragon’s tongue, lion’s-tongue, piperidge, ratsbane, rat’s-vein, rheumatism-root, waxflower, whiteleaf and wild-arsenic.
The most notable part of my dream was being carried up into the air over the City of Asheville. The phrase, “causing trouble in Asheville”. The Mercurial airy nature of the correspondences - trickery, mischief. The following is an entry from wikipedia on satyrs:
I’d say that that description fits well — basically a woodland nature spirit that likes to get up to some shit. This particular little satyr called Gaap ranks with Bilet (Beleth) among the high-ranking spirits he is listed with. It is my perception that I was being called higher up the mountain where we live into yet unexplored territory - I have a very specific area in mind that seems to link to the area in my dream. This is the area that I was approaching when I took notice of a patch of spotted prince’s pine, which was the event that seemed to set this chain of events off.
Since those last days of February 2019, I have come into two conundrums in the City of Asheville pertaining to two of the most important things I have to deal with in life, and I am somewhat stressed over it. I almost feel like this spirit approached me as if to say, “We can get up to some stuff together”. His being a teacher of philosophy and the liberal arts is noteworthy, and this would not at all be the first satyr I have come up together with that has a pension for sophistry and political interests. By this I mean that I have found many wizened professor-types to be somewhat satyrs in their character.
I have begun the construction of tools found in the Lesser Key. Though I have well-used Trithemian tools, I wish to follow the text as closely as possible.