Stefano Alaimo✶ Eol Fantasio Puisegema ✶
Stefano, this is the protocol
That summer night—remember? You were still a child. You did speak to someone. Spirit or fairy? Inside your head or in the trees? Yet something was given to you: a tight knot sunk deep in your belly—no doubt, you know it. This thing that speaks—we know it well, it babbles on without reprieve. You must give it a body, for it is becoming unbearable.
Bought, found, or gifted, you’ll gather for the artefact:
- a child’s body for energy
- a falcon’s head for your mother
- an owl’s head for your father
- a nightingale’s head for your land
- a vehicle for speed
- a shield for protection
- a baton for attack
- a gold coin for wealth
- a goblet for health
- a heavy ink for reason
- a spyglass for imagination
- a fine poem for its soul
- a lock of your hair for the key
Once these pieces are assembled, bind them together. You’ll behead the child, grant it three heads, arm it with attributes—as you please. Slip the poem and the lock of hair into the very heart of this marionette.
Then recite the charm before this newborn:
O imp, O chimera, my muse,
Tyrant will, the genie I choose,
This charm for you is a deep vow,
Take this body—here you are now.
Alter ego, marionette,
O voodoo doll, my dear coquette,
Whatever name they grant to thee,
Your eye is bright and smiles at me.
You are aware and give consent,
O my Éol, return and bend,
Henceforth my friend—remain, be whole,
Dwell in this form, in flesh enroll.
Once the charm is spoken, the statue becomes your double. Voodoo doll, alter‑ego—what you give the relic returns to its twin, at times a hundredfold. The trinkets that attend it carry the symbolic weight of the energies they embody. Do not hesitate, if you wish, to add further baubles: each fragment you affix unleashes unsuspected powers.