Journal.

I started meditating in my late teens, and, early on in my "travels" an entity started to posses me, it never harmed me, but it seemed to come and go as it pleased. I started referring to it as The Primal Entity (or T.P.E.) because that's the impression it left on me, something primal... It's only ever took possession of me during meditation, and it usually comes on gradually. First I start sorta rocking back-n-forth, then I begin to speak in tongues, the rhythm of the "words" moving with my body coming out like a prayer, then it slows down, the language gets more "guttural", then slows down into a low grumbling sound that comes in time with my breathing. Following possession I usually have a few days of good creative output.

So, of course, I simply HAD to bond closer to it.
My Tools: Wand & Sword, Black Mirror/White Candles with sigils carved into them, Graveyard Dirt, Incense, a mixture of Marijuana & Salvia, Coffee Filters (we Chaos Magicians make do in a pinch!), String, and a stuffed animal... a Monkey that is literally as old as I am (it was a gift for me when my mom brought me home from the hospital after I was born...) Somehow I've managed to hang on to that thing, and since it's so closely associated with me I figured I'd use it in the ritual.
First.- I cleared the room, burning sage and doing the Lesser Pentagram Ritual thingy with my sword, I chose obscure retro for my music, Sixties garage ringing out with ragas and reggaes and French pop chicks....my mojo was rising.... I lit incense... oh yeah... I also used a sacrament of rum and my own Ginseng & Licorice ice-T... I sipped and smoked and thought about the times T.P.E. has come to me, focusing on the Black Mirror, then, I poured the graveyard dirt into the coffee filter (doubled up, just in case), then I took a big blast of Salvia and dove headfirst into the Mirror.... swift streaks of colors but nothing materializes, I sit eyes closed and I invoke it, the usual signs start, I move with the rhythm of the "prayer". I rise from sitting to kneeling, the "words" coming faster then my mouth can move, I use... um... "auto-erotica" to sustain the state, and, here's where the Graveyard dirt comes in. I decided to use a "union of opposites" to symbolize our own "union", and I.. um... "released" myself into the dirt... (... yes, I jerked off into graveyard dirt...) The Sperm is Life, the GraveYard dirt Death, this consecrated our own "union" and in my trance I learned her name, Momma Ophelia (yes, I realize there are a ton of Freudian puns in that one...) So let's just say Ophelia... I saw her as an enormous Green serpent with small red flecks, I saw her as an Old Crone with crazy green eyes, I saw her as I beautiful woman with dreadlocks and still, the green eyes. After I was finished I closed up the coffee filters, tied them with white string and sealed it all with white wax, then I was able to place it inside the stuffed Monkey where it lays as my totem.