The Book of St. Cyprian: the Sorcerer’s Treasure

“Maybe there never was a a book so coveted and searched for, neither one which arose more passions and desires to be possessed…we are talking about the Book of Saint Cyprian, popularly known as Ciprianillo.” – El Libro der San Cipriano by Felix Castro Vicente.

The Black Books of Cyprian, many of which arose from Spain and Portugal, were popularized and spread throughout the New World. Their influence ranged from North America to as far south as Brazil and would come to influence a variety of practices from traditions found there.

However the Libre de San Cipriano: Tesoro del Hechicero is considered to be a talisman in of itself, in folklore merely by possessing it one can become a sorcerer. Indeed, a brujo friend of mine has commented often on the strange synchronicites that happen more often than not from happening to own the book or from begining a devotional relationship with the sorcerous saint. I shall offer an example from my own life.

I recently ordered Humberto Maggi’s translation of the Book of St. Cyprian (which among others, contains an English translation of Tesoro del Hechicero) and recieved it on a Wednesday, along with a package of Santisima Muerte supplies from a brujo friend. I went to show it off to my friends at the Botanica Macumba. They were unfortunately closed so I went up the street a bit to a different botanica to stock up on some needed supplies. I was close by a spot were black nightshade grows so I decided to go over there and see if I might harvest some to replant. This was a spur of the moment decision, I wasn’t really sure what I was doing nor actually equipped for it. Still felt like it was ‘the right time’ to do this so I went along with it.
I get to the spot, an abandoned lot. I find they have been doing construction to the lot, there’s a large dirt mound that catches my eye. I proceed to the nightshade, noticing an empty bottle of Miracle-Gro Liquid Plant Food I can put a cutting in to take home and do so. That dirt mound kept catching my eye however and when I wonder why aloud… crow cawed thrice. I go over and find sticking out of the mound an elder tree… well what is left one the leaves still green, the tree stubbornly clinging to life. Its Wednesday, the day of Mercury. The Grimorium Vernum calls for an elder wand cut in the day and hour of Mercury. I check my planetary hours phone app. It is not the correct hour, and I find myself lacking any offering for the tree spirit. A thought occurs and I speak it aloud “I could cut it to size in the day and hour of Mercury”, crow cawed thrice again. “This piece is the perfect size, it has two small branches growing out… I could offer to transplant those as a pact to harvest it now…” again crow cawed thrice. I went to work without hesitation, pulling dirt chunks out of the way, I get to the branch I wish to harvest and in the name of the Trinity by the power and intercession of San Cipriano I broke it off stating my promise to transplant the two small branches and transfer them to the wild one day if they made it to be strong trees.

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