Fourth Conjuration of Natal Daimon and Venusian Sigil

Okay I was suppose to do the fourth one tomorrow, but no, I just had to a few minutes ago. I used a rosary as a pendulum for divination, meh seems to not work as expected. I should make one pretty soon, the beads are too heavy to allow it to swing properly.

I think I half-assed the rite this time, still rushing through it because I did it in plain sight. After conjuring, I launch the Venus sigil I made last Friday. It immediately had a result after I launched on Friday night on Venus hour. I won't be discussing what happened but I felt that I should have had a better result. Until I am satisfied I'll keep on charging this baby.

This hour of Venus and Day of Venus

This hour of Venus and Day of Venus, I pray you hear my will. Amen.

*recites Orphic Hymn to Venus*

Orphic Hymn to Venus

HEAV'NLY, illustrious, laughter-loving queen, 

Sea-born, night-loving, of an awful mien; 

Crafty, from whom necessity first came, 

Producing, nightly, all-connecting dame: 

Tis thine the world with harmony to join, 

For all things spring from thee, O pow'r divine. 

The triple Fates are rul'd by thy decree, 

And all productions yield alike to thee: 

Whate'er the heav'ns, encircling all contain, 

Earth fruit-producing, and the stormy main, 

Thy sway confesses, and obeys thy nod, 

Awful attendant of the brumal God: 

Goddess of marriage, charming to the sight, 

Mother of Loves, whom banquetings delight; 

Source of persuasion, secret, fav'ring queen, 

Illustrious born, apparent and unseen: 

Spousal, lupercal, and to men inclin'd, 

Prolific, most-desir'd, life-giving., kind: 

Great sceptre-bearer of the Gods, 'tis thine, 

Mortals in necessary bands to join; 

And ev'ry tribe of savage monsters dire 

In magic chains to bind, thro' mad desire. 

Come, Cyprus-born, and to my pray'r incline, 

Whether exalted in the heav'ns you shine, 

Or pleas'd in Syria's temple to preside, 

Or o'er th' Egyptian plains thy car to guide, 

Fashion'd of gold; and near its sacred flood, 

Fertile and fam'd to fix thy blest abode; 

Or if rejoicing in the azure shores, 

Near where the sea with foaming billows roars, 

The circling choirs of mortals, thy delight, 

Or beauteous nymphs, with eyes cerulean bright, 

Pleas'd by the dusty banks renown'd of old, 

To drive thy rapid, two-yok'd car of gold; 

Or if in Cyprus with thy mother fair, 

Where married females praise thee ev'ry year, 

And beauteous virgins in the chorus join, 

Adonis pure to sing and thee divine; 

Come, all-attractive to my pray'r inclin'd, 

For thee, I call, with holy, reverent mind.