"I conjure you, Antinous spirit of the dead,
The name at whose sound the earth opens up,
The name at whose sound the demons tremble in fear"

In the sand, outside Antinopolis, a clay pot was dug up. Inside the pot was a clay figure of a woman (show left) with thirteen bronze pins stuck in her, and a lead plate with the following insciprtion.

This shows that the religion of Antinous was not limited to homosexual men, and that Antinous was called upon for what we might call dark magic, and it is proof that in the ancient mind, Antinous had power over the demons of the underworld, over sex, and was himself considered to hold demonic powers.

"I entrust this binding spell to you chthonic gods,
Pluto and Kore, Persephone, Ereschigal and Adonis
Also called Barbaritha and Hermes chthonian Thoth,
Phokensepseu, Erektathou, Misonktaik, and Anoubis
he powerful Pseriphtha, who holds the keys of Hades,
nd to you chthonic divine demons,
The boys and girls prematurely dead,
The young men and women,
Year after year, month after month,
Day after day, hour after hour,
Night after night;
I conjure all the demons in this place to assist this demon Antinous.
Rouse yourself for me and go to each place,
To each neighbourhood, to each house
And bind Ptolemais whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes,
So that she should not be fucked, buggered
Or should not give any pleasure to another man,
Except to me alone Sarapammon, whom Area bore;
And do not let her eat nor drink
Nor resist nor go out nor find sleep except with me Sarapammon, whom Area bore.
I conjure you, Antinous spirit of the dead,
In the name of the Terrible and the Fearsome,
The name at whose sound the earth opens up,
The name at whose sound the demons tremble in fear,
The name at whose sound rivers and rocks burst asunder.
I conjure you, Antinous spirit of the dead,
By Barbaratham Cheloumbra Barouch Adonai
And by Abrasax and by Iao Pakeptoth Pakebraoth Sabarbaphaei
And by Marmaraouoth and by Marmarachtha Mamazagar.
Do not disregard me, Antinous spirit of the dead,
But rouse yourself for me and go to each place,
To each neighbourhood, to each house
And bring me Ptolemais, whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes;
Prevent her from eating, from drinking,
Until she comes to me, Sarapammon, whom Area bore,
And do not allow her to accept the advances of any man
Other than me alone Sarapammon.
Drag her by the hair, the guts,
Until she does not reject me, Sarapammon, whom Area bore,
And I have her, Ptolemais, whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes,
Subject to me for the entire extent of my life,
Loving me, desiring me, telling me what she thinks.
If you do this,
I will release you."