Summoning Duke Bune on a lonesome Suffolk hillside
Summoning Duke Bune on a lonesome Suffolk hillside
Radionics' box in hand, the good Doktor Snake communicates with the infernal realm...
Mr. Stone and I were on a hill at the highest elevation in mid-Suffolk. A high place is what you need when calling upon the dark lords of the nether realms. We had parked up in a nearby village and made our way along a country track to the hillside. Mr. Stone is a shadowy character, who keeps himself to himself as a rule. Highly proficient in the martial arts, honed up as a no-nonsense doorman in the backstreet night clubs of Birmingham, he has also had a long interest in parapsychology. Naturally his martial skills come in handy if ever local yobs prove a nuisance during our nocturnal activities.
I was working on a commission from a local landowner who desperately needed to up his finances due to various investments having gone west. For him, a little diabolic help was for good measure to back up his damage limitation strategies and to ensure his future investments delivered an appropriate yield.
Thus we stood upon this hill overlooking the night-shrouded hills and dales of this notably picturesque county in Eastern England. It was around 2am, so nobody was around, just the sound of the odd car in the distance and the hooting of an owl on the hunt for prey.
I had my radionics box with me, a curious device that works on aetheric energy rather than conventional electric current from a battery. It’s dials can be tuned into forces invisible to the eye, but sense by the psychic senses, and of course the radionics box, which is in essence a psychic device in and of itself.
“I will keep watch over by the trees, while you conduct business,” said Mr. Stone.
“OK,” I said. “It shouldn’t take long to make the connection.”
With that I turned the dials on the box, which may be described as an electro-aetheric communications’ device that can bring you into contact both with the diabolic host and with apparitions and other entities existent in the other realms of objective reality. Soon there was static on the small speaker attached to the device, along with an odd ethereal humming, more alien than earthly in sound.
I was tuning into Duke Bune, well-known for being one of the 72 demons listed in the medieval Ars Goetia manuscript. I would describe Bune and other beings of his nature as “off-worlders” inhabiting parallel dimensions and also able to manifest in the matterium in which Earth bipeds exist (at least the majority of the time).
One aspect of Duke Bune is that he is able to manipulate the fibers of fate (probability streams) in terms of finances on the Earth plane. It’s not to say he will do this. It’s never a given and demands intricate negotiations.
Once I’d tuned into Duke Bune’s frequency with the radionics box, I noticed a luminous orb flickering and surging in the sky above me; this was the Duke coming into this dimension. It’s not dissimilar to the ectoplasm that clairvoyants and mediums get when a spirit begins to take on form. At that point I found myself going into trance, still with some awareness of this plane, but mostly falling into the “middle marches”, the place between the worlds, that would allow me to communicate directly with Duke Bune...
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