I am starting a relationship with Naamah. So far, seems fabulous. 

Naamah is one of the four angels of sacred prostitution. She has a special love for music and musicians. As a musician and a sex worker (I’m a pro dom), she’s just a good fit for me. Sometimes she is also thought to offer comfort to the recently dead, and as a person who has lost three friends in the last six months (one to suicide, two to cancer) I’m obviously also interested in her role as psychopomp. Additionally, she is supposed to have a particular affinity for divination, aka my main focus in magic. 

It’s a match made in hell, in the best way. 

Lucifer recommended that I contact her several months ago. I procrastinated, due to a dearth of reliable sources– there really isn’t much on Naamah outside of the Zohar. Eventually I realized that the only way I was going to learn more was by direct experience. When I got in touch a few days ago, the response was something like “FINALLY! I’ve been waiting for your call.”

I found her presence very interesting– Lucifer has this clarity for me, but Naamah has a sort of murky, intoxicating vibe. I felt slightly drunk or feverish while interacting with her, despite being neither. For lack of a better term, I found her energy a bit more stereotypically demonic– she brought this heavy, sexually charged atmosphere with her. I mean, succubus. What do you expect?

I really like her. It feels like we’re going to have a beautiful relationship. She has this tough-yet-comforting, worldly-wise vibe, a lot like many veteran sex workers I have known. Very down-to-earth, despite the trippy atmosphere. Imagine sitting in a room filled with the smells of patchouli and marijuana, maybe with a bunch of lava lamps and a beaded curtain or two, and this beautiful, badass lady watching you with a knowing expression, telling you to sit your ass down and talk to her about what’s going on. Seedy vibes of a store-front psychic who, despite the tacky decor, is no fraud. The guarded, boundaried compassion of a whip-smart ho who does a ton of emotional labor, and knows that sex work is often just therapy with a happy ending. 

I got a piece of blood quartz and made it into a pendulum for her. Haven’t tried it out yet, so far communication has been via tarot. She seems to like rose incense. A simple cup of water is a good offering for her– she’s associated with water and the ocean, but the cup of water offering also makes me think about the needs of singers and phone sex operators, two groups of people who probably appreciate a simple glass of water in a way no one else can. Putting on some music is also a good idea. I picked an album by an obscure band I really like, with the rationale that maybe it was something she hadn’t heard yet. 

I am so glad to have her in my corner.