11/30 2015

 PAIMON.--The Ninth Spirit in this Order is Paimon, a Great King, and very obedient unto LUCIFER. He appeareth in the form of a Man sitting upon a Dromedary with a Crown most glorious upon his head. There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. He hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and such as can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations. 1 He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates. Now if thou callest this Spirit Paimon alone, thou must make him some offering; and there will attend him two Kings called LABAL and ABALIM, and also other Spirits who be of the Order of Potentates in his Host, and 25 Legions. And those Spirits which be subject unto them are not always with them unless the Magician do compel them. His Character is this which must be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.

And we have sought [to reach] the heaven but found it filled with powerful guards and burning flames. Surah 72:8

In Persian, meaning 'pact” or “promise”

The black djinn of Solomon

who bound those subject to him

to build the temple, to raise the stones

to bind the others,

those hole-dwellers, bone eaters

the 32 invisibles,

and al Khidir, the green one

The undying, eternal other

roaring and roaring

in the godless dark

when the moon was eclipsed,

I drank beer in my backyard

and watched a translucent crescent

cut through the clouds

above the mound-city

above Wright Patterson airforce base

In winter, we climbed atop the hill

with flashlights, and the stars swung about

and flashed in return, a great triangle of light

and one was there, and went away, and returned

the stars themselves holes, pierced in a bowl

beyond which a smokeless fire, forever burning

the planets pushed round their tracks

by the angels

the earth set in the darkness of the firmament

or upheld by a tree, a beanstalk

round which the saucers zip merrily

the hollow earth and secret city

the ladder betwixt earth and heaven

saw once, on state route 139

a great blood bell of a thing

sitting on the highway in the fog

in the desert,

I saw black helicopters hover over the highway

chasing glowing, hovering lights

the cars pulled over to watch

I have climbed the hills at night

to greet the secret kings of the earth

and heard their breath,

tapped tables with the dead

my grandfather saw a man, with a book

at the foot of his bed

a whirl of glowing light in the forest

a green deer

my father, a fish the size of a truck

I have sung myself sick with

things that cannot be true.