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I’m very pleased to announce that I’ve had another podcast appearance with Ryan Villa on Praxis Behind the Obscure, Episode 19 (a fitting number)! We talk about Enochian, angels, gebofal, Buddhism, and so much more, and of course we had a great time: check it out here!
This is a relatively short post; I think that I have figured out what John Dee was trying to do with his Monas Hieroglyphica, specifically theorem XXIII. First, I think Dee was trying to say that the symbol itself is elegant on account of the pure dimensionality (the arms are twice as long as the neck, the head’s radius is the length of the arm, the “torso” is thrice the length of the neck, etc.).
Second, one thing that confused me is why he substituted 2 for the number four in 1-2-3-4 (I’ve re-created is part from Theorem XXIII because I can’t do a simple copy/paste, which I would do for something public domain like this; I took the opportunity to clarify what Dee was doing):
to get 1-2-3-2:
Why did the 4 change to a 2, thus changing all of the sums that follow? Note this digression on numbers is related to the actual symbol of the Monas Hieroglyphica by starting at top going with each element in rotation: neck (length 1), arm (length 2), torso (length 3), and opposing arm (length 2 again).
Still, Dee also calls what he is doing calling “Kabbalistic” & either Temurah or Tsiruf, as scholars such as Sledge has already noted. I think Dee is making not an empty appeal here. Rather, my specific observation is that Dee makes a substitution, which is not actually one of the three simple forms of Temurah substitution listed on Wikipedia (Atbash, Avgad, and Albam). Instead, Dee is likely implying a different substitution, a simple one of numbers for letters, namely, those of the Tetragrammaton, YHVH, which is adduced in addition to his geometric justification of his symbol:
Thus, the Yod (typically equal 10 in Gematria) is 1, the first Heh (typically 5) is 2, Vav (typically 6) is 3, and the second Heh must have the same value as the first and is thus 2 again. I’m not sure whether this theory has been posited before, so I will simply say that this is an observation, not necessarily that it’s an original one. Regardless, I agree with Sledge that Dee is using his limited familiarity with the Kabbalah (again, the numbers do not add up correctly according to typical Gematria!) to justify his symbol, but he does so in a clever way.
Sunrise: Call/Key (spoken) 2, (as the first spoken call (the true first call “not to be spoken”), most practitioners refer to this as call 1). Vibrated the Enochian names of God “L,” “IAD,” and “NA.” I neglected to vibrate the title of Leaf 2b (or, as was temporarily my case, not to be), which I rectified mid-vision. Oh well: come to grips with your humanity really early on if you do Enochian, people.
I feel this gathering about my crown chakra. I’m feeling some energy coming up from the leaf, and the Holy Table of Practice, and eventually coming up from the three Tablets of Union, mainly the four-lettered version (“EHNB”).
I’m bidden to relax. I’m getting the sense that this is the Holy Spirit. More and more energy slowly accumulates within me, and I’m feeling raised up, and with a slight twist. My entire subtle body seems to conform to the change in my crown chakra, though the heart chakra was already okay. Now I’m sensing greater communication and resonance with the heart and crown chakras. Lots of gentle subtle body work occurs.
Now I sense a projection from me, or perhaps I’m becoming aware of one which already existed, but now it’s very active, and the act of observing it is also changing it. I see it encompass, in many subtle ways, the entire world, and also reaching out in subtle ways across the cosmos to other planets. I’m filled with compassion as I do this, trying to generate it as best I can.
The sense I’m now getting is that this is a proper attunement with reality. At first it was the heart, and now it seems as if it is my entire subtle body, via the crown. I’m unsure whether the Holy Spirit wishes to speak or not. Now there’s there’s an unfolding within the vision, as if a paper had a cross cut into it, and now the four corners are rotated away via some kind of mechanism atop them, the upper-left corner rotated clockwise, and the remaining corners alternating between clockwise and counterclockwise, symmetrical about each axis.
There’s a focus about this cross, as if two hyperbolae (i.e., all four quadrants of the xy plane system were represented) were projected forward along the z-axis, approaching it but never quite touching it. This is, I’m told, like approaching a fixed star, a set point of, for example, the True Will. This represents the four elements set about the approach toward the fixed star: “They are unleashed and balanced within you. They may approach the fixed stars,” but also, I’m told, I’m always at the Center [of the Divine Sphere], I’m always this action of reaching towards the fixed stars [along this path from the center to a star along the surface of this sphere], and I’m also of the surface of the sphere itself.
This, I’m told, is of nature of the Holy Spirit: that flow, that constant flow, that allows this transition from Center to Sphere, that Radius that is seen by the four elements as they also project toward the surface of the sphere (along these hyperbolae). Yet at any given point, one is not actually at that surface of the Sphere. Thus the Holy Spirit is this awareness of that constant transitional state, while one remains at that Temporal Center (i.e., re-emerges into a new Center at each moment in Time). This is beautiful.
I’m feeling more energy coming about my face and throat, and I relax, and then I feel a sensation in my right eye. Nothing happens for a bit, and I try to concentrate. I am about to close the session, when I realize that I have forgotten to vibrate the title of the leaf. I pause to do so and I ask forgiveness for my error.
This helps me feel more energy coming off the leaf. Now there seems to be a cone originating from the midpoint of the crown chakra (recall that it be a sphere, the bottommost point of which touches the actual crown of the head), which encompasses my body. The sense I get is that this will be a mark about me of protection and guidance.
Now I feel like I’m being lifted up again. It’s like the Holy Spirit is on the cusp of speaking, but then seems to not wish to. Yet then: “Such Love hath the Lord God toward thee, hath He unto All. Rejoice now in this Love. Rejoice now in this Path and this Purpose set before you, this constantly unfolding Path, whereby thou know and give the Compassion of the Almighty unto All. A grand Unfolding hath He set about thee, and about All. Such Mercy hath He unto you. Rejoice in this Mercy and rejoice in this Blessing. Seek ye to rectify thy state so that you may live up to the phrase, ‘Made in His image.’ Feel now the Blessings of the Holy Spirit about thee, and rest easy in the knowledge that the Lord God loveth thee and hath grand plans for thee.”
Thus ends the vision.
Noon: Similar procedure.
Once again, I see the cross in front of me, and my eye is drawn to the center thereof, that point. It’s shown to me as this line of infinitude. I’m told, “You are a Ray. You are this Ray, starting at this point” (and I’m shown the date of my conception). I hear what sounds like a voice, and pause the vision to check on my wife. She’s fine.
I’m told to consider all of the forces which act upon an individual; “Everything travels in a straight line, with the exception of the curved spacetime caused by all of the forces acting upon it,” which is a deceptively simple statement. Trying to visualize it is quite difficult, yet I make the effort. It’s a constant wobble, wiggle, and turning in 3D space, yet it’s actually a straight line, if all of the forces across time were removed. The magnitude and multiplicity of all of the forces is far too much for us to comprehend, unless we go through a process to make ourselves aware of them.
I pause to concentrate again; generating lovingkindness and compassion here helps a great deal. Returning to the topic: I’m shown myself as being at the center of this cross, and I’m being reminded of the four corners of the sheet where a cross has been cut into it, and thus it is peeled away. This peeling away of the delusion of everyday reality, I’m shown and told: that’s what this process of today and tomorrow is about. I’m told that what I will have to do is find out how to be equally within all three worlds. “Your heart is sympathetic to the realm of Adam Qadmon, and now your crown is a mediator between the heart and the realm of Adam Qadmon. Your crown is being attuned to it,” but I’m told that I will come into these higher realms and forces, into this infinitude of Adam Qadmon, the Ain infinitude: the Ain Sof, but also the Ain itself. I’m told that the previous delusion of existence is being peeled away, as from these corners, and that I only have this cross to orient me, so it’s important to stay at the center of it, the origin point of what would be the xy-axis system, but also to remain in balance between the four elements. I’m also told to continue the lovingkindness, and that is what will continue to propel me forward.
I try to generate this lovingkindness in order to concentrate past some distracting images: this helps. I’m told to relax (with some wryness: “You’ve been told to relax almost every single time!”), and I do. So this will be the projective nature, but of what? That will be revealed to me tomorrow, I’m told.
Again, I believe this is all coming from the Holy Spirit, which is mediating between the entire realm of Adam Qadmon and where I am now. I ask whether God in His Mercy has anything else to show me. I don’t get the sense that there is, so I express my gratitude to the Most High, and the vision ends.
Sunset: Similar procedure.
I’m told to relax, which I do. I’m told that so much more will be revealed unto me, and that there is nothing to fear.
I generate lovingkindness and wait. I see a cube in a brightly lit space, gold in color, suspended in midair, but its bottom half falls apart into letters and numbers. It strikes me as a bit abyssal, but I make note of the four elements, represented by the four top sides of the cube, as they enter into reality. The Holy Spirit says that this is a good metaphor for what goes on; it’s like the elements need to enter in, but they also need to disperse. Yet with intelligence and initiation into the supernals, and observing the elements as they enter the four lower worlds, one can (with intelligence, keen insight, wisdom, and understanding) balance these out so that they enter in to the lower Three Realms at the appropriate moments, thus avoiding a lot of the negative effects (of unplanned addition or distribution of elements). (Writing this up, I’m also told that one can determine how much elements come in to the Tree of Life from Adam Qadmon at all). It’s sort of like having a good sense of when to act at the most opportune moment, I’m told.
I concentrate into this vision a bit more. I’m told to look into the numbers of spoken calls 1 & 2. As far as the matter of Leaf 1, I’m once again told, “Yes, complete the task that you have set before you. The Lord gives His blessing.” As far as trying to time it: it’s happening on God’s Time. I ask regarding my planned procedure regarding the final leaf, which is to read the second half in the morning, the first half at noon, and finally the leaf in its entirety at sunset. I’m told that the way I have it is good: it will be as good as can be expected.
I get the sense that this is it, but I vibrate the names of God again. Once again, I’m feeling the realignment of my crown chakra is about. It is aligning myself to easily traverse the realm of Adam Qadmon and back to the Tree of Life and the four lower worlds. I’m being attuned to be able to do that. I’m reminded once more that forward motion will continue with compassion and lovingkindness, so I sense that this will be my main focus of meditation for some time. I express my gratitude.
I become distracted by the external environment. This is how it will be, I’m told; I’ll need to attend to whatever is going on in the Tree of Life, and then return to whatever vision I have going on. I express my gratitude once more.
There is more to the vision, which I am choosing not to release except potentially upon request.
Sunrise: Call/Key 11; because this call is the 10th of the spoken calls, most practitioners refer to this as call 10. Call to King Bnaspol. Call to Governor Vixpalg
I made some changes to the pronunciation of angel and names of God in this ritual. Because Aaron Leitch, who painstakingly reconstructed the pronunciation of angelical (i.e., “Enochian”) from the primary source material, has the word “OL” pronounced “oh-el,” it occurred to me to make this change for any name with this, so the name of God, “GAIOL,” becomes “Gah-ih-oh-el,” etc.
I see a rush of air about me, as a sphere. I see a lot of faces, all speaking at once, within it (note that today, Mercury, the planet of communication, is within its domicile of the air sign of Gemini, and that Bnaspol, the king of Mercury (more properly, the sephirah that it rules in Kabbalah, Hod), is today associated with the air tablet and, apparently, Gemini. King Bnaspol appears, and is quite large, perhaps 40-50 feet in height, whitish and windy form.
He takes me to a town, and there he whispers the word “gold” or “diamonds,” and this causes this rush, this power, this rush of people approaching an alleged location filled with gold and diamonds. There’s this mania that takes over; he points particularly to the chatter among the people. There’s a lot of emotion at first, King Bnaspol notes, but this gives way to information (or misinformation, or even disinformation!) being exchanged, or people attempting to exchange it: location, size, amount (of gold or diamonds), that sort of thing.
Then, when the treasure returns from its source, when it’s actually in hand, then it goes to the people who know how to harness it, test it, make sure it’s authentic, identify (the gold as true gold, and the stone as either a diamond or some other precious stone): all sorts of information that we (i.e., people like me!) do not pay much attention to. King Bnaspol notes the care, especially when it comes to a diamond: how many facets to make, what sort of overall cuts to make and how to make them. He also notes the many ways in which gold is manipulated to continue to have that beautiful outward sheen, for example, or perhaps to make it less soft via alloying with silver or with copper, depending on the ultimate desired look of the gold by the person. There’s a lot of information that goes into each of these processes, a lot of discussion at each point along the way. The product at the end of all of this, King Bnaspol is saying, are two things that I’m wearing: the gold-plated lamen and the gold-plated ring, the latter of which is the more important of the two, for “Without this, I shall do nothing.”
“Note the transportation involved in all of this,” King Bnaspol comments. “Once the information is achieved, then the transportation is simple and easy, and people will work very hard to make it simpler and easier,” he adds wryly, “once the site is secure: roads, vehicles, and all the powers of transportation” are implemented. He points out, “Consider the immense amount of information that goes into something simple like a car, or even something simpler, or even something simpler, such as running or walking. There is a constant map that is being updated,” and here he notes the grid cells found in many mammals. “There is a constant map that is updated within an individual,” he remarks.
Here I pause, for a few moments, trying to concentrate past some intrusive thoughts. “There is a constant network of grid cells within an individual,” King Bnaspol repeats, “indicating location, location, location. There is also the occipital lobe, which is very good at trying to project forward and try to estimate location if it is unknown, and is constantly being updated” with information.
King Bnaspol bids me go deeper into trance, so I self-induce a deeper hypnotic state. “Know ye not, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth,” he asks, “that such will be imprinted upon you? More, yea, even more will be required of you. Take heart, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth, the Lord will not give thee more than thy householder responsibilities require. The Most High merely bids you rest, rest, rest.
“These [powers] will be indeed be borne out according to [astrological] sign once again. Take care after your health, and after your ability to rest. Nothing more have I to say to you.”
The vision ends.
Noon: Similar procedure.
Once again, King Bnaspol bids me remain calm. I do so, and once again see him rushing up towards me. He notes the particular leaf that my left hand is upon right now, Leaf 11A:
This half-leaf is one of the more unique ones, along with 10b (which is something of a counterpart with its 21×21 grid), Leaf 1 (both sides, the gargantuan leaf made of words inside the cells(!), the leaves with changing orientations of the letters from 25-28, then change to every other cell being empty around Leaf 29, and then of course the final leaf of 49, which is much easier to make (the most effort went into designing it!). So it was exciting! Note that Leaves 10 and 11 add up to 21, a number we see in Leaf 49 in the five 3×7 tables (also note that, although 105 letters are used, this is from a reduction–left to us magicians, for the angel Galvah did not indicate how they were to be reduced!–from 112. Sooo…tables of 21 made from 112, or 21,112…a palindrome across two numbers. The odd numbers in this, 5 (tables overall) and 7 (taken away from the 112 via the magician’s method), add to 12, and can extend the palindrome further: 21,12,112.
King Bnaspol notes the interesting inversion when one goes from usual order when operating the watchtower tablets, which is to say that this call usually is to earth (and indeed the text of the call references the earth and earthquakes). King Bnaspol is strong in elemental earth: “To whom the earth with her bowels, and secrets what so ever are delivered,” likely due his association with Mercury, which is both exalted and in Domicile in the astrological sign Virgo, an earth sign). King Bnaspol says that because this is Loagaeth/gebofal (as opposed to a specific calling) there’s this inversion in the energy. He notes that my feet are upon the Air/Southern tablet as opposed to what this call is usually associated with, the Earth/Northern tablet. Still, Mercury does receive planetary dignity (domicile) in Gemini, an air sign.
King Bnaspol bids me to note the translation to these four calls (spoken calls 7, 8, 9, and 10 (but actually the calls are 8-11)), as well as the next four calls, for they will shed some light on my understanding. He also bids me make a mental note of this day, May 5th, because this is what I will be referring to, the inversion of the orders when it comes to Loagaeth: this will be of an important interest to me later.
Regardless, he appears to me again in this whitish, windy form, or a whitish smoke. He uses the same example of whispering the word “gold” and notes the different powers of transportation and those of gold and precious stones associated with these (e.g., of demand).
King Bnaspol has us start with Gemini, and attributes the initial communication, the whispering of the word “gold,” to it, that information about that which is coveted or desired: that is Gemini, as is the communication about verify information related to it. Additional things to consider are the information related to the properties therein, as discussed above. Of interest is that the Prince of the Sun, Bornogo, is related to knowledge of metals, and so could be combined with these elemental angels with respect to gold.
There’s an energy coming up off the leaf, which is of interest, but King Bnaspol bids me wait on it. It is the power of seeking information about the most precious of metals, gold, or precious stones. Though not necessarily about knowing such information about these in advance, it is the seeking, coming to know, and communicating the information related to the topics from this morning’s vision (such as identification).
When it comes to the powers of transportation associated with Gemini, King Bnaspol notes the shorter-distance travel (as opposed to longer distance travel, such as would belong to Sagittarius). Again, this is more closely linked with such roads as would belong within a neighborhood, such as a city or neighborhood map, especially if it’s the route one travels daily, knowing that shortest or quickest route, and knowing when the established route is changed. All of that is integrated into most modern smartphones, he notes (this would suggest that the power of the transportation angels related to Gemini could be used on, or in conjunction with, smartphones).
King Bnaspol points me towards that fact there’s a bit of swiftness with respect to Gemini, especially with Mercury in that sign right now! There’s that swiftness of back-and-forth communications of ideas, which is like the chattering between friends: the hustle and bustle that also is associated with the city. Such is his power to increase or decrease that.
He bids me move on to Libra: it is the pleasantness of communication when Venus is there, its domicile. It’s a different flavor from the experience of Venus in Taurus: it’s about etiquette and, “OK, we have all this communication, but how are we going to communicate it to each other in a way that doesn’t cause problems down the line, and cause disagreements thereby.” The beauty, refinement, and elegance of Venus is very much in line with Gold and Precious Stones. These are (and here I get a sense to concentrate!): there’s a sense of opulence with Venus in Libra, whereas Venus in Taurus is much more about easy living, softness, and comfort: feeling good because the body is well taken-care of. Venus in Libra, on the other hand, is etiquette and people feeling comfort and ease with each other, so comfort physically in the case of Taurus and socially in the case of Taurus. So in the case of a diamond gold ring, it’s a centerpiece, it’s a thing for people to talk about, but it’s almost always used in the context of relationships, “Look what So-and-So got me,” which becomes the chatter and gossip that reaffirms the social standing between two people, and among a network of friends. For what it’s worth, it’s fair, for it is something of substance and value.
Next, King Bnaspol alights ol Libra, and on Venus in Libra, with respect to transportation. “Here, it’s about harmony. This was the obsession of many geniuses such as William James Sidis: finding a harmony of transportation: how to cause the least amount of delay, the best sort of social (good, due to the least loss of time), because of the reduced Saturnian influence (or the best kind of Saturnian influence, for Saturn is exalted in Libra!) on account of the discipline. Venus, here, because it’s seeking pleasantness and harmony among people, then reaching agreement and the discipline that requires that is why Saturn is exalted there. At any rate, with respect to transportation: harmonious city planning is clearly at the top of this list, so this is definitely a power that you would consider to wield in advance of whichever city you would move to, or perhaps even consider which cities(‘ powers of transportation) already align themselves with you and your desired goals, if (moving to such) is your endgame, so to speak.
“With respect Aquarius. Here, we have the fixed idea, fixed air. Now, how on earth can fixed air relate to transportation? Fixed air, at the very clearest example, would be the hot air balloon. It’s a very slow, leisurely trip, and is relatively safe”–(considering how little it’s changed from the 18th century!). “It’s definitely steadier than being on an airplane or helicopter. An airplane to some degree is closer to Aquarius than a helicopter, which is much more like Gemini.
“Consider the jeweler,” King Bnaspol moves on. “The air [to cool the metals] must be cool and convey the heat away in a fixed manner, and be ordered in the safety surrounding this cooling process. The entire ventilation must be properly managed, so that steady fixed directionality to air: such is Aquarius related to gold and precious stones and jewelry. Also, the fixing of gold, because in this one case it happens to work well, about information in computer chips: in this sense the Aquarian element is very much at hand.” Generally, he points to how we can use computers, use these air-tablet powers with respect to computers.
Finally, once again with respect to transportation, King Bnaspol adds, “Maintaining a schedule, following that schedule, [and] making sure things are done at the right time at the right place: timing is everything in comedy,” he jokes, intimating that even the delivery (transportation) of a joke could be helped with these angels using the Aquarian astrology energy.
He asks me if I have any questions. I thank him for his thoroughness and I ask about the phrase used to call upon King Bnaspol: “…and hast said to me, here to fore what thou art, there I may know,” and whether he thus knows anything about me that I’m unaware of and that would be helpful for me to know that he could say unto me, “If it please you, and if you be so inclined, you Right Noble King, Bnaspol.” He kindly offers me two notes on me that I accept.
I thank him and ask whether he has anything else. “This is enough. Some you have already suspected, others you need to hear in the moment, because though you know it, it’s important to know” (at that time). I ask if he has anything else, whether it be long-term or short-term. He says: “Much of what your mind is already grinding upon, there I know, and to tell you would be to change the outcome that is desirable unto the Most High. I reply , “Fair enough, I respect that, your Majesty.”
Now he shows me this feeling coming up off of the leaf, Leaf 11a, and that this leaf is the 39th that I have worked with, and opposite that is the 40th (which has a 21×21 grid of bold letters which is centered within the 49×49 grid). This marks the transition to the 40th leaf, he says, which is previewed here. (I’ll note also that in reaching this leaf, these two squares’ dimensions of 19 and 21 add to 40. Also, the difference between the number of cells of these two central grids is 441-361 = 80, which is two times 40. 21 is the number of Aethyrs below the Abyss, and subtracting that from the number of leaves, 49, leaves (heh) 28 left over, which is exactly how many leaves have all 2401 cells filled in. However, he also notes that there is the 3/4 split of the 49 leaves, which is something already worked to be reconciled within this system, as I have mentioned in previous posts. 19, of course is all of the Watchtower tablets, and 30 is the number of Aethyrs.
Thus ends the vision.
Sunset: Similar procedure.
King Bnaspol appears once more in this windy form. As he surrounds me with air as a sphere (similar to yesterday evening’s vision), he says, regarding Governor Vixpalg and Zurchol: they have been helpful, yet he says that I’m getting “a little too high up for them to reach.” This doesn’t seem right. Now he says that the difference between their number of servient angels and the number referenced in the call is even (and that this is a pattern that I would have noticed if I would have been able to take the time to find it). With even numbers, he says, I shouldn’t expect as much help. They’re present “in the sense that you’ve vibrated they’re names,” he says, “but they are less of a factor.”
Now he transports me around the world and says, “I’m transporting you around the world as the air travels.” He notes of the entire of atmosphere of earth: “Note how any given molecule of air, nearly all the air that exists, will eventually reach” all the destinations. “It will constantly move into and out of living creatures,” but for the most part, the atmosphere is circulated. “This air can cover the entire space,” (i.e., the globe), he says. Transportation is in air’s nature: “People used the power of sails to get to where they wished to go, and the only reason they couldn’t quite do so easily on land is that the land was not quite flat enough, whereas the water was easier to transport with.
“Regarding jewels and precious stones,” he reviews, “again this has to do with information as to proper location, identification: things like that, and the proper application and uses of gold and these precious stones.” He adds into this the proper use of stones as far as talismans are concerned, such as astrological magic. Gold has its special place, he says, and that if one were to use these elemental angels associated with gold, that one would have a much easier time entering into Tiphareth (i.e., via the sun): this is of interest to anyone doing Holy Guardian Angel work. He again advises me to note this date for future reference.
King Bnaspol tells me to bear with him for a moment, and he tries to find all of the appropriate reflections of these powers, and is trying to find the proper alignment of them all, and now they are all being beamed into my subtle body. It feels like an even stronger imprinting from last time; it’s both pleasurable and energizing. “Just bear with me, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth,” he commands, “for you are in a delicate place.” Overall, it seems to last at least a full minute.
Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of LOE (“Low E”). Call to King Bynepor.
The angels unfold the same fan from previous visions, and show a spiral within it, the same symbol as yesterday. They’re not adding to it yet, they say. I try not to be overly distracted. I pour out lovingkindness. Now the fan is 3D, and the angels say to extend the fan out in all seven dimensions that I’ve seen thus far, which I do, and they suggest an 8th and a 9th (the Ogdoad, the Ennead, and the Decad). Getting through to the other side, they say, is getting beyond these seven dimensions and into the eighth through tenth via Binah, Chokmah, and Kether, respectively. The eleventh, they say, is the world of Adam Qadmon, writ large.
The angels say that to shoot for the world of Adam Qadmon is great, and they’re trying to develop a means, a subtle body with a realization that can do this. The angels say not to define this by the negative: right now my mind needs to concentrate a lot in order to step past the abyssal nature of much of what I’m seeing, but this will be beyond that and transcend it. I maintain this poise, but I see the same cross from a previous scrying session in ZIP, extending out a bit. In that vision, I saw a cross like unto the 3D Cartesian axes, light blue in color and with electric kinds of hairs emerging from it. Now it’s extended out like unto the elongated rhombus, pale yellow or beige in color, with more lightning-like electricity rather than simply hairs:
The angels suggest that I incorporate this into the symbol from yesterday’s vision, which is proving to be a little difficult for me at this point. This increasingly complex nature that gets revealed after the Abyss is not lost on me (unfortunately I’m unsure whether I’ll be able to do my best work here, but let me see):
The angels are really going for it here. They say that the elaboration here is important in one degree, but in another way it is not. Someone can grok this via following the steps to realization. It’s sort of embedded in the earth, but sort of coming off of it; the four arms come down to create the sectioning such as with orbs held by monarchs:
I see the colors in a pastel yellow or a beige, and the angels say that this is because it’s the empowered Ain Sof Aur. All of this, the lightning, is shown without the means of manifestation, it’s a more raw representation. The angels remind me to try to see this as not just Ain Sof Aur, but also Ain (emptiness or the empty mind, which is unbounded) and Ain Sof. I try to see this with the heart of compassion, and BANG! it’s like I’m sucked up into it! It reminds me of the effect of the Tardis floating around in Doctor Who (I don’t watch the show, don’t email me about this).
This itself proves to be a distraction, which I compassionately push past. The angels take me up into this Adam Qadmon realm. I comment about the importance of concentration and compassion as I’m taken up. The angels end the vision somewhat abruptly, saying that this is the limits of the Aethyr that I’m in, and that these limitations will all go away when I get to the final day of gebofal. I feel very much changed by this, which is of interest since this is still technically a pre-abyssal aethyr, but I may be biased on account of having already traversed the aethyrs before.
Noon: Similar procedure.
Right away, I’m pulled up, and I maintain compassion throughout. I see a skirt (in a safe-for-work sense), of a woman, kind of a casual 50’s style, and she’s twirling and being treated very well. The skirt is dark, and has some reddish upon it, and is like blood vessels going into a tissue. This is fractal, and these vessels all seem to originate from a heart. Again, this imagery of the heart, and I’m told this heart feels like a heart that is dancing, full of joy and wonder, ensconced in a being who is dancing.
This is Babalon, this is Binah, the angels tell me, and She is dancing and joyous, and She is treated like a Lady, as an equal being, as an entity worthy of love and affection and adoration, which of course She is. I’m having compassion for everything about me, Her included, the entire room and the context She is in. She extends her hand to me, and this is the Courtship of today, tomorrow, and Saturday, until Sunday in which She may be revealed. This, I’m told, is why King Bobogel was said, because he is of the sun, and in some ways the counterpart to her, he is said to hold all dear.
We begin dancing. It’s the sort of ballroom dancing you would expect in a casual environment. There are people around me who are clapping, and I extend love in all directions. Now there’s this gigantic, beautiful axe which comes down through the room and splits it and us into halves, and we all return again to our form and split apart again. I’m having love for even the axe and this splitting.
This is Ain, this is the force of Ain, and I see this as a beautiful vibration. I begin twirling up, (I emphatically declare as I see): “AS IF I AM HER, BUT I AM ALSO ME, AND WE/I, WE/I BEGIN TO ASCEND, AND SHE KISSES THIS FORM AND LIFTS ME UP AND BIDS ME FAREWELL, IN THE FULLNESS OF HER LOVE, AND I AM LIKE UNTO A SPIRAL AS I ASCEND IN THIS MANNER, AND I SEE STARS ABOUT ME.
“I SEE COLORS FROM THIS FORM, AND I SEE MYSELF SPINNING, YEA, SPINNING, AS I ASCEND FARTHER AND FARTHER, AND I HAVE REACHED THE PATH OF THE FIXED STARS, AS I APPROACH THEM, LIKE UNTO A ROCKET, LIKE UNTO THE SPINNING OF A GORGEOUS ROCKET, LIKE UNTO THE MOTION OF A METEORITE-IN-REVERSE, ASCENDING INTO THE HEAVENS, BOUND BY THE FORCE OF MY OWN MAGNETISM, LIKE UNTO THE CONSTANT CORKSCREW MOTION OF A PHOTON, AS I MYSELF APPROACH THE FIXED STARS, WHICH HAVE THEMSELVES, UNTO ME, SHONE THEIR LIGHT IN MY DIRECTION. SO I, TOO, APPROACH THE FIXED STARS IN THIS MANNER, AND IT IS UNLIKE ANYTHING I HAVE BEHELD BEFORE, AND YEA! EVEN MORE SHALL BE OPENED UNTO ME!
“YEA, THIS CRACKING WIDE OPEN SHALL CONTINUE UNTO THEE, SON OF MAN, SON OF GOD, SON OF EARTH, AS THOU HAST TAKEN THY FULLNESS OF THE DRAUGHT THAT WAS AVAILABLE UNTO ME IN BOLDNESS: YEA, AUDACITY! BUT IT IS LIKE UNTO THEE! AND IT IS PLEASING UNTO THE LORD TO HAVE MADE THEE LIKE THIS! AND SO THOU SHALT TAKE THE FULLNESS OF THY DRAUGHT, AND THOU SHALT KNOW THE FULLNESS OF THIS WILL, THE POWER OF THE WATERS, YEA, AND THE POWER OF THE FIRES CONTAINED THERIN! AND THOU SHALT CONTINUE ABOUT THIS PATH. AND YEAH, IN FULLNESS, SHALT THOU BECOME ALL OF THE FIXED STARS THEMSELVES, AND YEA, SHALT THOU BECOME ALL WITHIN ALL, FOR GOD HATH APPOINTED THEE TO THIS.”
The vision ends, and I am out of breath.
Sunset: Similar procedure. Note: I was extra energized this evening, as my restored health, and the knock-on effects of the prior vision, intoxicated me a bit.
I feel as though I am breathing in the room I am physically sitting in, and it seems to bend towards me during the inhalation and away as I exhale. There’s a biological feel to the vision. I see a V, which is the outline two lungs. I’m within Binah right now. She asks me to contemplate the Temperance card for a moment. Unfortunately for a bit I get sidelined, as the Strength card comes to mind; this reflects my chart but is an error. I have the presence of mind to confirm the Strength card and when I do, Binah‘s word, “Temperance,” rings in my ear again (dispersion is an error in these Aethyrs–always check your understanding, kids!). So I make all the correct associations with the Strength card, but after the correction, I do the same task for Temperance. This is an excellent symbol for the HGA, as the classical elements are clearly balanced here, and the exalted solar suggestion of a rising sun (note that the sun is still in its sign of exaltation). I note two lily flowers in the background and take them to be signs of enlightenment.
I pause to take in two long breaths, an 8-8-16 and a 9-9-18. During this interlude, I have visions of cartoonish characters, homeless, who melt like wax figures into rainbow puddles. It’s vaguely disturbing.
The symbolism of how the preceding relates to the following is left as an exercise to the reader:
I try to stay poised and true to the compassion of the heart again. Now I see Babalon in a Shakti-like form, many-armed, but now I correct myself and think she may be Kali, but now she seems more like Lilith, and she seems to take on a serpentine form and she multiplies, encircling me. I express compassion towards the rules causing Her to appear before me in this manner. This reminds me of my asking people about alienation on Twitter recently, and how Lilith was this figure, especially when in the social astrological houses. I continue to have compassion for the rules bringing me here and her here together like this. There’s this strange friction, and I see incredible light being achieved as a result. It looks like photographs of vast galaxies.
I call on the angels for help with interpretation. The angels point out that it’s like the galaxy existing in the way it is right now is coming up against all of the possibilities that could not come into existence. There’s this massive tension between all the possibilities such as they aren’t (all the possibilities that could have been available to us now), and all the possibilities such as have been actualized to this point. And it’s like these possibilities are yelling at me now: “Have compassion throughout! Have compassion for all of these things! Have compassion in your heart for all the possibilities that are not, and all the possibilities that are! Have compassion across all of these!” There’s this very angry feeling, and I’m trying my best, and focusing past the immediate tension to the root cause of all of this, and the root cause of the compassion that I want to have. And this is what I really want to unfold–right now!
And why isn’t it happening?!
And there’s this raw rage emerging, and now something is trying to escape out of my heart, and I don’t know what this is, and it’s trying very hard! And I’m seeing a bunch of armor, and there seem to be two characters, male and female, fighting against each other. The tension continues to rise as I plead with them: “This is real! This is OK! And you are real, too, for wanting it to not be so! And it’s OK!” And…and…it’s like something is trying to be borne from my heart, and … and… it’s like a lily, and a different flower shooting up from the center of the blossom of the previous one, and the last one is…is…it’s not quite a lotus, it’s a…what is this? It’s a lotus-rose fusion, which has these thorns in it. I declare, “It springs from mud, and is painful to touch, and yet it is beautiful and necessary to be held in this way, and if it is understood in this manner, then in such a manner will all be at rest, who hold it.”
And the angels hold me, and ask me to come to terms with this, such as it is. And they know this will take a while. It is awe-inspiring, and it has sprung from my heart. And I’ve been holding my heart, and if my heart gives birth to this, then it is good, and I will hold it. So I feel it scratch my face, and I hold it like an infant, and it scratches my face as it does so, and the scent it gives off is so sweet.
And I feel very blessed. “Nothing more today.” The vision ends.
Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of ZIM. Call to King BNASPOL, ZIM governors Gecaond, Laparin, & Docepax, and zodiacal kings Lavavoth, Olpaged, and Alpudus.
I note that I continue my approach toward the Abyssal point; I ignore such parts of the vision, except to project compassion towards them. I place myself in the astral throne, with understanding that to project compassion and lovingkindness towards some, there must be understanding.
The angels align my chakras as into a unit of seven concentric spheres. This moves along the gold-shimmering path towards the Center of the Heart of the Divine; it occurs to me to have my heart express compassion towards every part of this vision, and this seems to quickly move me quite a way down this path. The angels say that this is very good; the idea here is that I am interacting with the rules of my own journey in a direct way, which is to say this expression or heart-projection of compassion towards them and towards the path.
I maintain this evenness. I note that I understand why the angels have instructed me to remain in this throne; it’s very easy to get lost and ungrounded in this kind of work. But if you maintain this poise, it’s very key to this process. One of the governors, Gecaond, is showing me a rock, and says to me, “Grok the rock.” I mention that it’s likely made up of a mix of elements and molecules; I hesitate and say that I’m not an expert. He says, “Yes, but what is the rock?” I mention that it has several uses, and it has a long history from the beginning of time. I begin speaking about it in the rules and context in which I find it, and he says, “That’s the key. None of that other stuff really matters, unless you see how it came to be here, what purpose it’s having by its very presence. Remember this,” he says, as I continue my scrying and spiritual path. Take things as they are and in their current context, and what the context may have meant across various moments. He removes the scene with the rock.
Now the angels want to twist me inside out and to refold my energy body. So they pull at my heart chakra and eventually fold me into a pyramid, with the tip replaced by a sphere, which is the heart chakra itself, floating just above it. The angels say that that this is what it will be like (presumably the rainbow body). The angels also mention the cube of the bottom of the throne on which I sit, and to consider what happens if one combines the dual polyhedra of the cube and octohedron. Suppose someone believed held that material reality in the form of the cube was against oneself, as in the Black Iron Prison, then combining it with its natural counterpart, the octahedron, may allow someone to rise out of the trap of this sort of thinking by offering additional points of perspective.
I express my gratitude. The vision ends.
Noon: Similar procedure.
The angels note that I am in the throne astrally and that I continue to generate compassion towards anything which comes across my attention, including my attention of my throned astral body on itself. This causes it to return to itself. Note: this is a very high level of simultaneous attention. Having had a meditation practice and a good working memory is very helpful to me at this stage.
I’m seeing a cube, but it’s difficult; I wonder for a moment whether this is dispersion of the Abyss. Concentrating upon it, I realize that, no, such is not the case. It’s not a cube per se, but rather the bottom and back parts of a cube (see diagram below for an approximation).
It’s like the angels are trying to close these three sides into a single 3D figure, but they cannot (note that four sides is the minimum number of sides for a 3D solid). I am confused, and generate compassion towards this confusion. I am about to move on but the vision changes, and I see this as a Hexagon now. The hexagon contains within itself the shape of the cube, they advise (in the sense of a 2D projection). This has to do with Metatron’s cube, they say.
When I concentrate on this figure, it’s as though it should come straight to the center, but it does not. The angels comment that trying to get to the exact center does not work and that one needs to approximate the center of this hexagon by fractals by (note: typing this up and giving it thought, the assumption here is a slight misalignment with the center and an irregular hexagon–drawing a diagonal across the cube in all three dimensions would not work in such a case; with Metatron’s cube, there would be no need for what follows). The angels then show a series of successive approximations towards such a center with smaller and smaller hexagons which are centered about the previous hexagon’s center in the first step, and then the upper or lower tip of that smaller hexagon in the next step. All in all, the point is that one could use this if one knew the circumference of the circumscribed circle of such. Saturn (the seventh planet), I’m told, represents the principle of going from a larger hexagon toward a smaller in order to reach the center. The angels add that this principle could be expanded out into a larger view as well, towards a large circumference, and they note the septenary nature of such a process.
My heart opens a bit now. There’s a bit of a distraction again, but I simply concentrate past it again, with compassion and lovingkindness. I’m forced to put in some additional effort, but I note that we’re approaching ZAX on Saturday, so tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday are the three remaining days before we arrive at ZIP and thereby cross the Abyss. Now I take matters a step further and collectively place all of the distractions together in front of me as a group, which I regard as “contextualized” or “understood” suffering (i.e., dukkha), and focus on them with compassion. This seems to help.
Now I ask the angelic governors and kings for assistance; the angels note that four kings are called on any given day, and they give me homework to match up the zodiacal kings who are called on any given day, and to match that up with the Heptarchical king of any given day of the week. This is clearly an indication of the strength of the individual planets as suggested by their respective strengths: King Baligon is explicitly associated with Venus and the Air (“whatsoever can be wrought in aerial actions”; one of the signs which Venus rules is Libra, an air sign, a projective (I prefer this term to the older term of “masculine”) of the diurnal sect). King Babalel is associated with Mars and Water (“Mighty and Wonderful in Waters, Whose power is in the bowels of the Waters”; Scorpio, a water sign, is ruled by Mars; this sign is of the nocturnal sect and is receptive (a term I prefer to “feminine”). King Bnaspol is associated with Mercury and Earth (“To whom the Earth with her bowels, and secrets what so ever are delivered”; Mercury both rules and is exalted in Virgo, which is a receptive sign and of the nocturnal sect).
The only missing element here is fire; both the sun (Leo) and Jupiter (Sagittarius) rule fire signs, which by definition are projective. Still, Leo is more fiery (with its only sign of domicile being a fire sign, and its sign of exaltation also being this), it is difficult. Still, this isn’t unambiguous. While the Bobogel gives “Wisdom and Science, True Philosophy, and True Understanding of all Learning, grounded upon Wisdom,” etc., this strikes me as so close to the Divine (and the sun being the “king” of the planets), that reducing it to an element of fire may be a mistake. I suspect that doing this research that the angels have assigned (which, they advise, may be best delayed until after gebofal), will make clear which planetary/sephirothic king would be the one whose power most relates to the classical element of fire.
I see six rays emerging from a central point, as well as a dotted line of a seventh. I generate compassion towards this ray, and it becomes an unbroken ray. When I concentrate on this, it’s as though a folding fan emerges and in a circular manner unfolds into the psychedelic space from a previous vision. The angels mention that this image of a fan is important; the angels say that I specifically request the crowned rainbow body. The angels say that this is “wise, insofar as you know what you’re asking for.” They then note that the level of compassion required for this may be too much to constantly have, so it’s okay to “zip up” this awareness and instead move according to my usual mundane manners. In other words, there’s not this burden to constantly be aware all of the time, like unto The Fool in the Tarot (which I had a vision of, not when I was scrying, I think, but last night during hypnagogia).
Now I’m told by the angels how to discuss my experience with the Aethyrs with a friend–I plan to do so!
Finally, the angels note that there’s this progress that can always be made by returning to the folding fan: “For what is a fan if not something to be seen, admired for the beauty upon it and as it is displayed in performance art, for the relief one feels when it gives relieving air to the skin?”
I get a bit of energy off the leaf 32a. The angels seem to be holding me in a vibratory sense: their subtle body surgery is now a lot more, well, subtle.
The vision ends.
Sunset: Similar procedure. I take three 7-7-14 breaths to steady my mind.
The angels show me a cylinder as a nice conceptual combination of aspects of a sphere and a cube. I am curious for a moment about combining a sphere and an octahedron. It’s a bit like methane (note: this has been observed to not be perfectly tetrahedral). I pour my heart into the vision into the lack of clarity, turn the ring around so that it touches the leaf, and vibrate the governors’ names.
The angels say that the zodiacal king assignment which I completed was good, and I ask whether there was anything I missed, or whether there was one of the Enochian Heptarchical kings who is indeed associated with fire. Fire, they say, is like when you’re leveling up, so King Bynepor is the one I should probably be looking at. King Bnapsen (suggested by Saturn, often seen with a scythe to suggest reaping) completes the old cycle and allows for the new one to happen, but King Bynepor is regeneration and renewal, and they remind me of the alchemical backronym “Igne Natura Renovatur Integra” (“by fire, nature renews itself”). It also makes sense that water would be the other attribution of Jupiter, because water is also needed to begin the regeneration process.
Returning to the cylinder, the angels note that the ring is itself a symbol of the circle and square (and has upon it a symbol of a straight line and circle). They note that the finger upon the hand that wears the ring is generally cylindrical, and the arms of the hand, and indeed the body typically has all four cylindrical limbs and a cylindrical head-and-neck upon a roughly cylindrical torso: fractal cylinders. I pour myself into this idea: going from the door (with its lines and right angles) into the expanse of outer space (generally a 360 degree experience) also combines these ideas, as does the fan.
The angels bring this idea back to the symbol. “Now it’s time to think about how to do this with the symbol in its current formation and how to put it all together. Instead of a pyramid with this symbol at top, instead consider a way to put this spiral in three dimensions (as a hyperbola rotated about an axis), encased within this pyramid. After the spiral reaches the base of the pyramid here on Earth, it begins a rotation about the earth, creating a falling teardrop effect (note: this is roughly a metaphorical inversion of the drippings of the Abyss, and during the vision I note the difficulty in maintaining concentration to see this).
I see a moderately sized wasp’s nest now, which is reminds me of the shape of a pine cone. Several wasp-like insects fly to it, and there seems to honey exuding from it. There’s honey emerging from it, and the honey seems like a teardrop upon a teardrop, and it is so sweet to humanity, it’s like exactly what humanity needs right now. I see this, and (amidst several distractions–which hold back by increasing my compassion) there’s a beautiful big light (Ain Sof Aur), seeming to originate from where the nest/cone is attached. The light encompasses me, and I seem to elevate. This whole process seems to crack me open so as to show me the benefits of these higher pre-Abyssal Aethyrs. As you approach the Abyss, there’s still much to be had, it just requires a lot of concentration.
I see letters; they arrange to form “Bobogel,” … “Bobogel Omnia Tucare Est.” I don’t know what that means, but now looking up the (questionable?) Latin on Google Translate: “Bobogel omnia tu care est”: “Bobogel, all is dear to you.” (If you know Latin and know a better translation, please reach out). I see letters again. This time they are in English: “A…All shall be revealed to you in time. Go in peace and serve the Lord.” Behind this, and lit up in bright light, is a future version of myself, very much at peace and compassionate towards where I am right now. Apparently, this is where I needed it!
I’m very happy about all of this. I make plans to complete the symbol. The angels close the vision.
Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of UTA/VTA (“you-tay”). Call to King BABALEL. Vibrated both the governors of this Aethyr as well as the Zodiacal kings associated with it. I got a side effect from a shot and wasn’t feeling great (nearly vomited), so I repeated the call to UTA just to be safe.
The angels instruct me to put both hands up on the leaf 33b, because they can tell that I don’t have much strength to leave my hand on the Holy Table. Nonetheless, they ask that the sides of my feet remain abutted to the plastic furniture risers (which I am using in lieu of those made of sweet wood), which contain the four miniature Sigilla Dei Aemeth.
I see a whirling disc, full of color. This, they say, is the preview of the rainbow body, and the preview of Chokmah, and of Kether by way of Chokmah. I generate compassion at their request. The angels are directing me to a throne. They note that although my physical body is not well, my astral body is ready for this vision. I put my hand on the Holy Table at their direction.
The angels mention that Babalon appeared to me briefly when I was sick, and that God in His Mercy (J/Iehusoz) prevented my vomiting (praise be unto him). King BABALEL praises my calling upon the zodiacal kings. This will be sort of an upgrade for me: as a result, so much more will occur (though so much had to occur for this result!).
I continue to sit upon this throne. I’m a bit paralyzed, but everything I see come before me, I have a lot of compassion for. I see a whirlwind of angels, rotating: at this point, it’s unclear whether it is they or I who is speaking. The message is: “It’s enough. No matter what: it’s enough. The rainbow body is enough for this.” All of the horror, all of the beauty: everything is enough in this moment. The angels instruct me to sit upright in my throne. They note the cube created by the four legs and the seat, but also, the arising from that, the head and heart, and the larger spheres implied by them: this is the rainbow body crown.
The angels (governors and kings) say that they will do “surgery” on my subtle body now. I vibrate their names and express my gratitude. They express their gratitude for me doing this, even though it was very difficult. I ask if there’s anything else, and they say no. “Rejoice, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth. Such was the worst of these [Aethyrs].” The angels instruct me to remain in the throne astrally, and show me a couple of discs before closing the vision.
Noon: Similar procedure: this calling of the Zodiacal Kings will continue through the rest of the Aethyrs.
I’ve recovered somewhat, and focus on the heart of compassion. I remind myself that chunks of this world needs to be grokked before one can have compassion towards them. Once again I’m seeing the 7D sphere, with line segments (but, emotionally, “rays”) emerging from the origin, indicating directions and seven colors. I ask the angels what I ought to focus on in order to balance across these dimensions. The angels instruct me to continue with my compassion, but also try to start incorporating others’ perspectives. I acknowledge that this is not my strong suit, but the angels say to keep trying, even in small ways: it’ll make a huge difference.
I see all seven of the angels, plus my HGA, almost bouncing up and down on my chest, trying to jumpstart this subtle body/psychic surgery and work. I see two of the angels, Ooanamb and Gebabal: they lead me to a door in outer space, which is similar to the door in a previous vision, except rather than being in “regular” outer space(!), it’s a trippy, psychedelic, Jackson-Pollock-on-drugs kind of space, very vivid colors. The angels instruct me to go through the door, and I do; like with Orpheus, I can’t help but look back. I see the door dissolve into this psychedelic space and become one with it.
Now I feel as though I’m falling, but the angels correct me: I’m not falling. The mind is what is falling: this is the force of the drippings being pulled by the Abyss. The general gravity is trying to pull me down out of the Heart of God. One must be patient and persistent, and eventually a being’s heart will magnetize toward the Heart of God, rather than fall away from it. “You need to not identify with the drippings.”
Considering that the door is what has dissolved, and that there’s this downward motion I’m feeling, I remind myself that in space–other than gravity, collision, or magnetism–the body tends to either remain in the same motion, or at rest. So I ask all of the angels collectively how to approach this Divine Center, and again the angels say to be willing to let go of my ideas of reputation. Be willing to let go of a bunch of things so to allow being authentically in Divine Union, and the blessings coming to “will be beyond what imagination could have predicted.”
The angels are trying so hard to help me recover physically, and I’m very grateful for this. There’s a tiny circle directly ahead, and it’s a planet, like unto the Pure Land, they say. The angels tell me to keep in mind that there is a slight flaw in some of the doctrines surrounding the Pure Land, which is to say that this world is corrupted. The angels tell me not to worry so much about that.
Instead, coming to this Pure Land, the angels inform me that this is the proper perception that all is already perfect. I become distracted by visions of me not too far off in the future, two to six months. I return to the vision, and try to relax into it. I sit for a bit in the perfection of this pure land, recognizing the perfection of all things. My heart realigns a bit. The angels encourage me: “Yes, this is what we’ve been waiting for you to do.” The angels close the vision with instructions to rest, and I express my gratitude.
The vision ends.
Sunset: Similar procedure.
I see the same psychedelic scene again. The angels reiterate that I need to be consistent about remaining in compassion. The angels point to the psychedelic scene again. All of this needs to be loved, I’m told. This is a big task, and this needs to be constant, but I will be able to do this, even if not 100%. That’s what the rainbow body is. Making the effort and doing the work and trying is all very important, they advise. I say that I will take it to heart, and the angels ask me to take it in heart, so I do.
The angels recommend just trying to sleep tonight, and that tomorrow should look a lot better. They ask me to continue compassion and lovingkindness towards all, even towards things: “You’re in the same world together, and a chair has the level of consciousness to be such and not something else, doesn’t it?”
My holy guardian angel pulls me aside to speak. He says that this may be the last time he and I speak. Should I be successful in crossing the Abyss and realizing the rainbow body, he will become fused with me. He wants to express his love towards me, and he thanks me for reaching out to contact him, and I’m so very touched I start to weep a little. I return my love to him and I say that though I am a human and below him in the hierarchy, I consider him to be a brother. “No,” he says, “we are the same. We are brothers.” He enfolds himself about me for when the fusion occurs.
I ask the governors and kings, whether they have anything else to show me: “Please do not hold back, if it’s in your heart to give.” They say no, to continue to this lesson: remember to love all, even thoughts.
The zodiacal kings whom I have called roll up the remaining zodiacal kings who were passed over in previous scrying session. “No worries,” they say, “you were going according to the formula you knew. Now it’s good that you’re using this formula.”
Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of POP, call to King BYNEPOR. Leaf 38b.
I visualize the white sphere of compassion. I’m told to try to visualize this as a hypersphere, and I rely on my memory of the visualization video on hyperspheres. I see a tree emerge from the center of the hypersphere, and the angels ask me to try my best to imagine this as a 4D tree. This tree is atop the mountain from my previous vision, in which the mountain pointed to a star which created a cocoon around the earth.
The angels say that this reflects not only an effort in the mundane world to plant billions of trees in order to mitigate climate change, but it’s also the sense of the World Tree, the Tree of Life, longevity, a general celebration of life. I’m at the heart of the tree now with the assistance of the angels, and it seems like the tree is trying to send forth its compassion from this “heart.” It’s like a collective center.
The angels tell me that a wicked king would try to chop down the tree in order to ensure that no one else could live, but a just king would tend to and nourish the tree, act as a steward for its seeds, would justly distribute the fruits of the tree, etc. As I focus on the heart of compassion in order to broadcast this message, and circulate the energy of this compassion, it seems to me that the tree goes through the seasons of the year. Obviously this reflects King BYNEPOR & Jupiter: it’s a generative thing, and King BYNEPOR acknowledges that it is his domain. The earth does this, the angels say, but the main thing is to preserve this tree of wisdom, of knowledge of good and evil, of life–all wrapped into one. The tree itself, they say, is the crown, or Kether. Even a crown with its stalks is an attempt to emulate trees. The angels note that it may seem odd to speak of the heart of a tree, but if one were to take a vertical view of the center of the trunk of a tree, its cross-section would be circular (they bid me to ignore the hollowness of older trees–this tree is fully alive).
I’m told to keep this metaphor in mind, as it will come up again. “Seven cycles have the trees, and so thus seven cycles” will I have to go through, wherein each of the seven planets (or sephiroth) I become properly reconciled with. It is a sevenfold reconciliation process with the seven planets, but they are out of order for me. Also, they note, that these are the seven planets in extension, thus Kether, Chokmah, and the world of Adam Qadmon are included in this reconciliation.
The angels say that “Like unto the Counting of the Omer” (which this ritual follows), “not only is there each [astrological] planet within all of the planets, or each sephira within all sephiroth,” but also the angels tell me to look at triplicities of each of these: God the Parent, God the Issue, and God the Holy Spirit. This will be a reconciliation across these aspects. I don’t completely understand, but the angels say I don’t need to.
I express my gratitude. The angels tell me to be ready for an unfolding. The vision ends.
Noon (I should’ve made a note that this is always “solar noon,” which is around 1:30 local time): Preceding this, an ad hoc ritual to Red Tara of magnetization. Also, a discussion with CodyP about the hyperfocus on the circumference of a given situation, which is needed for some kinds of compassion. Otherwise, a similar procedure. Face of the PELE ring is on the Table, as is the front of my hand.
The angels note the preceding ritual, which, they say, saved them a lot of work. They leave such decisions to my judgment.
I see whirling, which I had seen this morning. I see this whirling as a spiral in three dimensions but seeming to rotate about an unseen fourth dimension. They encourage me to do my best to see it in five dimensions. It’s tough, but I make a go of it. It’s chaotic.
The angels show me that the white sphere of compassion has become transparent as a result of described in the preceding notes: there’s a point at the center of the white sphere which unlocked multiple dimensions, by which it has become transparent. These dimensions are like unto specific layers within a situation by which the compassionate act is to be measured. I’m seeing various Buddhist deities, which may be an aftereffect of the aforementioned ritual. I regenerate compassion according to the highest version of Platinum Rule.
There’s a lot of energy coming off of Leaf 38a. The heart is becoming more crystalline in quality. Again, the heart turns from white to a more transparent look. I see it subdivided into orange-slice-like segments, and I see the heart being like this to individuals, the compassion reflecting the needs within individuals in its transparency.
The angels have little else to say. They reiterate that the preceding Red Tara ritual did much of this work for them. I see white dimensional lines as indicators, like a map, extending from the center. “Get ready for a multidimensional map,” the angels advise me.
The vision ends.
Sunset: Similar procedure; I hold Leaf 38 in the prayer position.
The angels tell me to be ready for a wild ride. The angels take me deep into the heart of generalized compassion, which is to say according to a perfected Platinum Rule. They say it’s like a compass which, in and of itself, with which to find–one can try to navigate the fixed stars (of direction) for oneself using it (and also use this metaphor to try to help someone else) to find their True Will, for example. Here, we come with this perfected heart, or the heart of generalized compassion, what is like unto a gyroscope.
The idea here is that one is able to see better trends, and better able to align oneself with the many things that can come at them. A better intuition or “White Tincture” is there, but is better aligned with others’ White Tinctures–in general, it’s like a gyroscopic instrument, relying on several methods of measurement at once. If one “magnetizes” according to this (rather than just generic compassion) and circulates thereof, certain things will come into one’s orbit more readily which will be better attuned to the All.
I’m getting flashes of the Buddha right now. The idea here is that by not being overly attached to any one idea (whether it’s that something or someone should or must change or that one is living up to whatever ideal here), one will begin moving in grander circles. These circles will actually do a better job of ending suffering and maintaining compassion and basically just doing the right thing in the best way possible. The person with such a heart and mindset will generally avoid stupid pitfalls or getting caught up in narratives that are limited in their usefulness, instead working on higher aspects of usefulness in terms of one’s actions.
A lot of stuff is coming at me very fast (and I’m losing my ability to keep up with words). I’m seated and I see a very large, towering Golden Buddha in front of me, perhaps like the Empire State Building high. He scoops me up in His hand, and places me in the Pure Land. There is a distinct shift to a contemplative pace.
I am told to sit in this land, so I do. I note in passing the influence of the Red Tara. I continue to generate this compassion. The Buddhas are here and are assessing me, trying to figure out the vibration on which my heart operates. Amitabha and Gautama Buddha are both here, and Amitabha wordlessly reaches forward with his right hand, and touches my chest. It opens painlessly and without issue. There’s this golden speck within my heart. He asks if he may fix the defect therein.
I deliberately muster as much dignity and respect for Him as I may muster, and say, “Yes, please: if it please you, please do.” There’s a knowing smile that it’s not about pleasing–well, it is and it isn’t. My personal heart is aligning better now to this gyroscope/compass. This will align me to better and higher-quality narratives. They remind me that I am free to return here any time.
They call me a colleague, and I see in my vision thousands of Buddhists, living and deceased here. There’s much that they want to show me, but they’re going to keep this simple: I see that much of what is operating on Earth is a lot of collective energy from this Pure Land, which these monks have tried, via a variety of techniques (it’s like this laboratory of magic), and I can see a massive shawl of fabric (mainly red and yellow, but also some blues and purples–they note interest in the law I declared a year and a half ago) descending from this plane to Earth. They’re doing a lot, and a lot’s going on. They show me that this is weaving in with a lot of the compassion–much like unto the weaving in of the compassion that I saw in my vision of myself as an infant. They say that much of what they have been doing is starting to reach a culmination point.
“OK,” I say matter-of-factly, playfully, and clearly hiding my awe, and there’s a gentle laugh they send back. I ask what I can do to help, and there’s an answer even as the question forms in my mind: “Everything you are doing now is exactly what you should be doing to help. But, as you go along, more ideas will be introduced to you, and you will also get a chance to spread your ideas.” And they mention a local Buddhist center which is predestined for me to get in contact with. I ask what else I may learn. They say, “Starting tonight, expect better dreams, clearer dreams, more psychic outreach.” They mention that I should really get to that center and laugh at why I haven’t gone there yet: maybe June or July, and they suggest that when the Moon is in Leo and the sun in Cancer would be a good time.
They’re appreciative of the work to this date and say that it will be received warmly. There’s a sense that what will happen will continue. They say that a large angelic presence will soon manifest, perhaps 2-3 days, weeks, or months. I ask whether there’s anything else I need to do to continue this work. They say, “Stay aware. Pay attention,” and the angels say the same thing. I express utter gratitude, and they say to continue to pay it forward.
Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of CHR (“khar”). Call to King BNASPOL and, though not stated, I’ve generally been vibrating the names of the governors of each Aethyr as well.
Again, I try to ensure I’m approaching with a heart of compassion. The angels ask me to lay the wand upon the table so that my left hand can rest on the Holy Table of Practice, while my right hand rests on Leaf 39b.
Once again, I try to speed the circulation so that it hits a high vibration. I see a tardis, which isn’t what I have in mind (they say that it’s okay: it helps that I haven’t seen much of the show). It turns into the front of a house. The angels instruct me to enter the front door, so I do; when I do so, I turn around and see that there is not one door behind me, but seven; the door I entered is the third from the left. I use my heart to guide me; at first I’m drawn to the fifth door from the left, but something draws me to the first door. I open it but there are monsters behind it. I try to see if they change in response to the lovingkindness, but they don’t, so I shut the door.
I go to the fifth door and open it. There is a large mountain. I see a figure there and vibrate King BNASPOL’s name. He becomes more vibrant and identifies himself as him. I am set atop a chair on top of a mountain. It’s a regular four-legged chair, but now it seems like a throne atop a mountain. I’m looking down onto a plain, and generate lovingkindness towards those below. There’s this concern or question as to whether this is enough, and I answer “No, it is enough–it’s more than enough.” I see a form of God in the clouds, and He asks whether it is ever enough. I say that if it be inspired by Him, then of course it would be. This seems to please God. This answer seems to shift things somehow.
It’s like I’m being tested sometimes along the way–there’s a drawing out of appropriate perspective by this Socratic method from time to time. I return to the center of the sphere after generating lovingkindness again, sitting on the dry seabed floor. King BNASPOL says, “Behold how variable one must be [in the heart]; the sitting within of the heart is ofttimes a variable qualium. I reflect on my occasional hyperfocus of the heart. I’m told not to worry if I move out of a universal love into a more focused version; instead, allow that the heart to continue, merely ensuring that the heart isn’t cut off from anything. For such is the nature of the heart. Remember the rotation of fixed stars about the torus, he tells me. Remember how God’s heart twists it and brings certain fixed stars into focus, and others not. Therefore it’s okay if one’s focus is uneven, as long as it doesn’t delude itself into the negative, seeing others as one’s enemy or unworthy of compassion. Other than that, it’s okay: this is the slippery nature of being in Hod. It’s similar to the twisting or rotation of God’s heart which is unknown to us but known to Him.
I’m grateful to King BNASPOL and note that the energy that this king receives isn’t often of lovingkindness, but he deserves it, too. He thanks me and hugs me, and I return the hug. He thanks me and also informs me that, no, this is not the time in which I will be reconciled with Mercury: that will happen later. I thank him, and he bids me farewell: the vision ends.
Noon: Similar procedure.
The angels bid me put my hand on the Holy Table, with the PELE side of the ring face down upon it, and I do. I pause to breathe evenly. King BNASPOL approaches. I vibrate his name, but this is not he. I vibrate the three governors’ name along with his, and now all approach, and two take my arms and two take my legs. I am placed at the top of a mountain peak again, but now the peak stabs me through the heart. My body is rotated around and it becomes liquidy as it does so, painting the mountain: coating it and sealing it.
I generate lovingkindness again, and this causes my body to fuse with the mountain, like a laminate. It seals in the the mountain, giving it a shimmer and a sheen. It creates a reddish-pinkish tinge, which becomes a golden tinge, and finally a whitish and etheric tinge, and finally there’s an unfolding of possibilities. It’s not clear what the timescale is, and there’s a suggestion of 1000 years. I’m unsure. The angels mention that 1000 years can be a day.
At any rate, I try to speed up the circulation caused by the heart of compassion. I’m told to look up, and I see a face appearing as a result of this transformation. It’s developing an identity. This, the angels say, is like unto humanity, or the people whose spirits I continue to touch over time. There’s a common understanding which emerges; I’m reminded of CodyP and his collective myth.
The mountain gets a character to it. It becomes alive and has its own intelligence. The mountain points directly upward to a star, the angels show me, and this star is the same star as last night’s. This star creates a shield about the Earth, which is like a cocoon which allows both dormancy and development. It’s like the seed of Kether developing and learning to sprout: this is enough for humanity, I’m told. The angels add that the mountain, with its own personality and character, can be approached by people and can provide what they need.
Now I see waves, and something like a dolphin intelligence approaching me playfully, like the playfulness of a seal from a dream some time ago. I follow it with a playful dive into the water of my own. This dolphin leads me to a group of dolphins, who say that they have things to tell me at a later date. Five dolphins touch noses, their bodies configured in a pentagonal formation. I reach my hand through the central space left by their noses, and I pull out the very tip of the nose of a whale.
It is the God whale of Dee & Kelley, like a blue whale, dark in hue. The dolphins say that together, they are like unto the intelligence of this whale. The angels tell me to go into the belly of the whale. At first, they say, it will appear dark, but after ZAX, it will become progressively clear to me.
The vision ends.
Sunset: Similar procedure; note that I was fairly tired and unfocused much of the day.
I see a zipper unzip, and when the sides of cloth are pulled away, I see stars. Then I see the night sky unzip and I see only light, and then that unzips and I see the night sky again, and finally another zipper and light again. This goes on for a bit. I continue to generate compassion, and now I see dark tentacles surround me. I continue to hold the torch of compassion. I circulate the speed of compassion, and now I’m in a dark thicket made up of these tentacles.
King BNASPOL is with me in the thicket, and he’s also being surrounded by tentacles. This is an illuding image, and I say that I want no part of this. It’s like the vision or the tentacles are trying to wait me out. I continue generating compassion for this and why such an image would even exist in the first place. I see that the darkness seems to be emerging from my at my feet, but I have compassion even for that and throughout. I continue to circulate this compassion, and the darkness finally stretches itself back to the surface of the sphere. The blackness around King BNASPOL finally fades.
I vibrate the governors’ names as well, and I see them ripped apart and then regenerating themselves. I’m told that this is a difficult kind of reading [sic] for them, because King BNASPOL’s nature is fluid. It (astrological Mercury) can be of either the nocturnal or diurnal sect, and Mercury itself is quite fluid. If this be the 11th day of straight day of scrying an Aethyr since TEX (this being the 20th Aethyr), then this is roughly equivalent to the mouth of the Abyss. Every three days it’s like I’m scrying 21 Aethyrs on account of the sevenfold intensity, so there’s a day that’s like unto the mouth of the Abyss (especially the evening of that day), then a day that feels like the Abyss itself, then the day following that. Every three days it’s the same experience, just at a higher level, roughly. Note: I get the sense that this cycle will clearly be over once I scry ZIP on the 18th of this month.
I’m holding a lot of compassion for all the beings about me, and I’m bowing to the compassion in King BNASPOL’s heart for what he’s going through for me (note: I can’t remember whether he’s still somewhat entangled in the tentacles). I try to accelerate this so that his suffering is minimized. He smiles and seems to step forth from the tangle of tentacles about him. He says, “This is the suffering within you when you are overly identifying with the act of suffering.” One needs to continue to look past the immediate thing that one sees, and consider at the core of cores, at the heart of the heart of the heart, what the meaning is behind it, and it’s not easy to witness. Yet we all suffer for each other.
King BNASPOL says that these visions needn’t always be amazing. Just continue to hold onto and lift the torch, even if things seem like nothing but blackness. He acknowledges that this is the last of Day 11, meaning that there are 10 more days of the darkness about me, and that I have the symbol of the white square, which contains and squares the black circle of suffering. There will be a way out of suffering in this world, but there are reasons why some people choose to suffer–so as to aid the white square of the dharma. There’s a lot of compassion on all sides, hence the white circle within the black circle.
I ask the governors and king what else they may in their generosity choose to show me. They reiterate that I’m being a good guest, to continue to have faith, even though there are times in which bipolar disorder acts up in me. It’s okay, and they’re proud to see how far I’ve come. Maintain the faith and compassion, they say. The angels point back up to the star, reminding me of the lesson about the need to be tender towards one’s own compassion, as though caring for one’s infant self. I express gratitude, and the vision ends.