Enochian “Book of Silvered Leaves”: Week 1 Update and Effects

It has been one week since I finished making the Book of Silvered Leaves, spoken of by the angel Mapsama to John Dee and Edward Kelley (Aaron Leitch first references this encounter in The Enochian Saga: Exploring the Angelic Journals of Dr. John Dee on page 130, and Stephen Skinner’s edition of Dee’s diaries give a similar accounting on page 319). I wanted to take this time to discuss what the book is, how I went about making it, and the effects I’ve noticed mid-consecration.

The angel Mapsama, whose name means dic illis in Latin–“tell them” in English–appeared on May 24, 1584 (Julian calendar) and instructed Dee and Kelley to bind together “48 leaves [of paper], whose skin shall bear silver: Whose Perimeter shall be 30 inches, in length 8, in breadth 7.” When finished, the book is to be placed in a room with the door closed (presumably locked) for two weeks. Dee is told to invite the angels of the Lord, and also that humanity “is not worthy to write that shall be written: neither shall there be found many worthy to open that book.” He was then to place the book on a table-cloth (presumably the same cloth which was to go over the Holy Table of Practice) and invite the angels. Dee gets little more information about the book upon further questioning, though does ask to be allowed to do less work than this(!).

No record of Dee or Kelley making such a book exists, yet this book, I should add, is considerably simpler, in theory, than the book of Liber Loagaeth. No 49×49 tables, no binding in silk, and the like. Instead, this seems like a straightforward creation of a book with silvered leaves, and, given the lack of guidance, it seems that all that is required is that each leaf have some amount of silver added to it, and then the book is consecrated by remaining out of sight.

The particular use of silver on a page struck me, reminding me of the Abramelin operation, at the end of which, when the Holy Guardian Angel manifests, the supplicant is to look upon silver and copy down the sigil seen therein. My own experience with this was that I saw it as if I had seen bright neon sign flash against darkness–in other words, I saw the after-image of that kind of glare–but only when looking at the silver. So here we have silver, like the moon with which silver has almost unfailingly corresponded throughout the millennia, creating a reflection of light (as it does with sunlight), and what is seen is to be copied on paper. My guess is that the Book of Silvered Leaves would operate similarly, and so far the angels have not given me an intuitive sense that I am wrong. For although I am not worthy to write in the book, the consecration may either rectify me with the Divine to do so, or at least allow me to copy that which is seen in silver into the book itself–not technically writing so much as capturing that which is written. For all I know, the method may be that I’ll walk into the room next week and find a completely written book! But the angels have indicated that my intuition is correct, and that moreover I will receive 19 symbols which are to be linked to the 21 letters of the Enochian alphabet, with B (in Enochian, the name for this letter is “Pa“) and C/K (“Veh“) being linked with the first symbol, S (“Fam“) and T (“Gisg“) with the last, and the remaining symbols each being linked with one letter each.

The main reason I’m writing this, however, is to establish how I went about making the book and to confirm its lunar effects. I took guidance from the book of Amzes Naghezes Hardeh (also known as Liber Loagaeth)–to use paper with no writing on it, cutting it down to 8 inches by 7 inches, and I simply glued silver leaf squares to an upper corner of each of the 48 leaves (front and back). I also bought an 8×8 scrapbook because the pages would be bound in the sense of “not going anywhere” to that scrapbook, and then put those leaves in the plastic sleeves (I couldn’t find an 8″x7″ scrapbook, so I taped off the extra inch on each of the 48 plastic sheets). Finding myself with one silver leaf remaining, I taped it to the front of the book. Finally, I had to adjust the width of the back slightly by adding in some cardboard. In all, this this took me about a week, and I was told by the angels that the astrological election for completing the work (which I counted as putting in the last page and then inviting the angels) would be obvious, and given my natal chart, it definitely was. When I finished the book, I activated the furniture, placed Liber Loagaeth above the Sigillum Dei Aemeth (which as usual was on the table), put the “flashing red and green,” tabasco-silk cloth atop the table so that everything was covered up. Atop that cloth I placed the Book of Silvered Leaves. As far as inviting the angels, I read lines 21 through 26 of table 1a of Amzes Naghezes Hardeh (Liber Loagaeth), read calls 1 and 2, and finally recited the first section of Dee’s invocation to the good angels (Fundamentalis ad DEVM Supplicatio, et Obtestatio pro Angelorum Bonorum, benigno, habendo Ministerio; in Latin and English). It has been one week since this, so this is about halfway through the consecration period.

The effects of this have been as follows: first, daily, I have sensed the energy coming from the room, and it grows every day. My sense is that it will ultimately encompass the entire home. Second, it has been an especially emotional time at home, which is quite in line with lunar effects. Next, I have noticed that other lunar effects, mainly dreams, have been strongly activated. I rarely remember my dreams, but I have been recalling them often. Finally, I have a sense that there is some angelic “resolution” associated with incorporating this lunar energy. Amzes Naghezes Hardeh/Liber Loagaeth indeed brought the wisdom of the cosmos, but some more “down-to-earth” revelation seems indicated by the Book of Silvered Leaves. It’s quite the oversimplification to call Amzes Naghezes Hardeh/Liber Loagaeth “solar” (though the solar angelic prince Bornogo is featured prominently in Leaf 9) but if one incorporates the idea of the path of the sun as pulling in all of the cosmos, then it makes sense that it can open the gates of Wisdom/Chokmah. My sense is that there will be quite complementary solar and lunar energies from using both books in tandem, and I wouldn’t be surprised by a lunar wisdom (or perhaps a foundation/Yesod for such Wisdom) coming from the Book of Silvered Leaves.

I will, of course, give an update to this when I have finished the consecration of the book and have more to report.

Gebofal, Day 24

Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of DEO (dee-oh). Call to King Babalel via Stenwick’s method.

The angels have me relax. I see a swirling. The angels have me recall the spiral within the pyramid which ultimately compressed into the symbol of the lotus-rose. The lotus-rose, they say, has its own type of magnetization, and to hold this very dear to the heart. I do so, and this creates the perception of the line to the “black hole” portal of the world of Adam Qadmon. The portal seems even bigger to me now.

I ask the governors and kings about this portal. “Look, you are making this leap,” they chuckle, “it’s not like you can help it.” I can feel the realm of Adam Qadmon pulling at my heart now, like it’s literally magnetized toward it. I feel this force pulling me towards it. “It’s not to be done right now,” the angels advise, “so continue to feel the force and honor it.”

The angels wish to show me this stellation which I recall from the previous Aethyr, and as it relates to Binah and to Chokmah. The angels explicitly lay it out for me: the stellation can be considered like unto the force of Chokmah. This force, in my case or view: I’ve always been fairly literal about Chokmah. The angels say, “Look, if you’re looking for Kaos, the deity, in it, the truth of the matter is that you are highly ordered. Kaos is not, at least in the way that you consider it. In terms of it trying to be this expression of this projective [formerly “masculine”] principle, note that this is different from the willful principle of Mars,” which the angels themselves separate out from Geburah. All of these things need to be distinguished from each other.

“But this projective principle, this cosmic principle,” they’re saying, as they redirect me to focus on this principle in spite of my heart being pulled toward the world of Adam Qadmon. The angels show me a point, which, by definition means that its existence is in distinction to all other points. It still demands its “day in court,” its “due,” as it were. That’s it, and all of it. That point demands its distinction among all other things, and all points in space does this, hence there’s this force of Kaos.

The angels now say, “Let’s look at how this relates to stellation. The force of a collection of points, or a system (such as an individual) itself: it orders itself and demands its ‘day in court,’ therefore a central point is somewhat able to organize all other points about it.” It’s able to create an organization about itself, the angels clarify, so that we don’t spend too much time about dominance and subservience, though there is a bit of that in this schema by necessity. But the entire system is agreeing to it, so it’s not horrific to consider.

Of course, Binah, throughout time, is very accepting of this situation, but is Sorrowful for the suffering which can occur which is a natural outgrowth of the loss of realization of one’s own Divinity. My heart feels pulled again towards the world of AQ, and the angels chuckle, and say, “OK, so consider this now, as one approaches that world: by definition, any individual point at the very least requires or causes all of these other points to become equidistant from itself [as the point reacquires spherical consciousness]. Instead of a monarch with the dukes, duchesses, and lower classes such as counts, the monarch in this case develops sphericity these classes (and indeed the center and area of the sphere become interchangeable), and equally so, because of the infinite light, because all light is infinite.

I ask how this relates to colors. The angels reply, “Various colors, various formations of the heart, that particular point of the heart. Consider the colors and the emotions of the heart. All of these are natural outgrowths, because the point or the system of points, though it requires its ‘day in court,’ nonetheless, if it is approaching this Kether point [sphericity of consciousness]–approaching itself, even (this is why the sun and Tiphareth are in the Middle Pillar)–as the heart approaches another being or situation, the heart itself in the fullness of its situation attempts to grok another being or situation or point. As it does so, it naturally has this reaction to this other being, for it sees flashes of this other being’s infinity. The same emotions that it sees, it begins to reflect in itself, and vice versa. It emits its own feeling and it becomes reflected back.

The angels say that I can remain magnetized to the world of Adam Qadmon, this is natural, especially as I approach the halfway point of his ritual. The angels say that the energy raised will be like unto Zeno’s paradoxes, but in my case the energy produced will double for every half (and half of the half, and half of the half of the half) of the ritual to remain(!!).

I express my gratitude, and the vision ends.

Noon: Similar procedure. Mild panic attack in the morning, clonazepam to treat.

I relax. I see different elements of geometry. As I do so, I hold onto the symbol of the lotus-rose, hold on to the geometry of the square pyramid/octahedron; I see the image of it extend backward fractally, and forward fractally, covering all of the different bases along a line, which is the line to approach the world of Adam Qadmon. I try very hard to stay in the moment, and again open up to the angels. They are holding this lotus-rose and bend it.

I decide to read the call to the Aethyr again, just to ensure a clear and unambiguous transmission. The angels say that this was necessary, because they had something bigger to show me, and energetically I wasn’t quite in the right spot (note: sometimes even an experienced practitioner will need to make the same call twice). I see and feel a twisting motion, as if you rotated your shoulders clockwise and then counterclockwise. I sense that this is doing something to my subtle body system.

I hold on to the lotus rose and see the angels again–it’s like they’re stroking the tops of the petals of the bloom, and this indicates that this vision is approaching towards the inner part of LIL, the inner sanctum of of the lotus-rose bloom. The angels show me that this twisting rose motion (and here I see a roller coaster ride): this is all of the points, they say, seeking their day in court, their day of reckoning and appropriate judgment, which in this metaphor means deciding what something is, and being judged in the sense that there’s understanding of what a point is and the uniqueness of that thing. Babalon can accept all over time, but the Wisdom is the inner Knowing of something that allows one to project out into their (unique) ways on account of knowing their own very nature, and knowing it fully. Also, this extends in a very extraordinary sense, to knowing it in relation to all other things.

It’s by this that we get principles which for the most part work, but there are always exceptions because, although whole knows any unique point perfectly, other points in the system do not. Hence, individual Chokmah laws break down. I see each of these individual points about the line, which due to other entities are really curves like on a rollercoaster track (i.e., about the many consciousnesses, spherical and cubical, which these lines navigate). There’s a sense of needing to twist, which allows a new configuration of all of the points of the path that one is in, but also a new configuration of the points of consciousness that individuals move to spherically integrate into one’s system.

Just looking at this unfold along this track, it’s like I wait for the vision to pop open; I see a featherlike object cross another one, and it’s like someone who has been holding these swiftly makes extending motions with their arms all is part of a Y formation. The configuration of all of the points which contain these two different feathers becomes reconfigured, and thereby allows for a better and more intelligent and heart-focused unfolding across all of the points involved. (Typing this up, I think this is about individuals contextualizing different laws from different spiritual systems and how well they feel they apply to their own lives).

In order for Space and Time to operate appropriately together, there thus needs to be this appropriate meeting.

I try to see what else may be here. I’m not seeing it right now. I feel a bit of a shift to my muladhara chakra (likely healing to my root chakra). Other than that, it’s like this is being integrated a little bit. I ask the angels whether they in their mercy may have anything else for me. They say, “Let’s leave this here for now; there is time enough to go through the remainder of this Aethyr and the remaining Aethyrs. Go ahead and rest up, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth: we will speak with you more shortly.”

The vision ends.

Sunset: Similar procedure.

I hold on to the lotus-rose and now it seems that I’m riding a dragon; much like holding on to a large lotus-rose would, its scales cut me. I am bleeding.

I get off the dragon and alight upon a square, which is the base of the square pyramid, which I’m also seeing as part of the sphere as in previous visions. They’re showing me this pyramid rising up more steeply, and it’s part of the stellation. The angels are trying to relate the two things together: the pain of interacting with another being (geometrically, multiple systems of points causing degradation of these systems), but also the pain of being true to oneself: these two ideas are combined in this vision.

The blood relates to Spirit elementally; the angels are saying that this is a preview of looking ahead to Days 31-48, after the Aethyr of LIL, to the Watchtowers, as I get into elemental work. The first and second spoken Enochian calls or keys (the 2nd & 3rd, technically), which I prayed for guidance on: for the second spoken key relates to calling in of entities into this form of Spirit.

The angels explicitly say that it’s important to relate how Spirit and the elements relate to Chokmah and Binah. This is a little difficult for me to see on account of the geometry of the Aethyrs being quite enticing on their own. Nonetheless, the angels note that in making the distinction between two points, and all of which goes into causing two points to be distinguished in a variety of manners, the four elements map on to the Standard Model of Physics as follows:

• Gravity maps on to elemental earth (“I fall down, for I am of the earth,” said Enoch in the prayer related by the angel Ave).
• Strong force maps on to elemental water.
• Weak force, related to beta decay, maps on to elemental air.
• Electromagnetism maps on to elemental fire.

Blood as a metaphor for spirit combines these things to a degree. It most closely resembles water, yet takes broken down fruits of the earth and distributes them via fiery like pumping action of the heart and also redistributes air. As water causes the parts of the nucleus to settle down into itself, it causes the points of the nucleus to be difficult to distinguish, weak force causes the points of the atom to be more readily distinguished, the force of electromagnetism causes the flourishing of manifest light in all its varieties, but also the grosser movements, and affects the paths of the points, and the unfolding thereof, and finally gravity causes all points to remain on this curved, yet otherwise even, playing field (note: I think this relates specifically to the surface of a planet).

I feel some energy come up from the seal of King Babalel: he’s trying to say that the planetary difference here is a distinction between Will as a chemical separation of Mars. The angels add that the astrological movement of the planets, fixed though they may be and nearly impossible to change, they themselves are arising out of this elemental mix. So although an emanative model of Kabbalah tends to have a one-way direction from the world to Atziluth to Briah to Yetzirah (which, as I took away from Modern Magick, can be thought of where the elements form before reaching the world of Assiah), there’s a co-arising of the planets out of the action of the elements, going up and down each of the worlds.

The vision ends.

Gebofal, Day 15

Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of LEA (lee-ay). Call to King BOBOGEL, as with previous entries.

I see some darkness, and I see black square which is rotated about into a black sphere. It’s like the angels are showing a candle within the black sphere, and are saying that there’s a tendency within previous conditioning from life to turn into a dark attitude and identifying with the ego. The importance here is to remember that force (Ain) which allows such to be contextualized into a black sphere, such that the white cube can be placed about it.

The tendency of these seven Aethyrs are to try to do everything in its power to undo the black sphere, which, again, is the metaphor for a contextualization of suffering in the mind back into egotistical thinking, back into egotistical thinking. My mind alights back to the three sephiroth in the World of Creation on the Tree of Life: Tiphareth, Geburah, and Chesed. The problem is that these Aethyrs are like unto the planets without the sephiroth, the angels advise. Imagine someone with strong, willful energy of the ego: Jupiter, Mars, and the sun, but without any contextualization within the sephiroth of mercy, power (which is aligned with the universe), and beauty (the beauty by which the ego can properly expand and be aligned with the universe).

I vibrate the names of Governors Sochial, Cucarpt, and Lavacon, and of King Bobogel. I see the top of a white cube, and the angels are saying that I have to work hard during this week to maintain those habits which allow the proper contextualization of the ego. For example, they point out the Noble Eightfold Path.

I feel some energy about my head. It seems to me like unto a psychic surgery to the minor chakras as well as to my sahasrara chakra.

The vision ends.

Noon: The angels are showing the black sphere, which is cut vertically and rotated around to show a white sphere about it. They’re trying to show it, partly like a coin, but also like the white sphere of compassion within it. The angels are quite particular here: there is compassion to be had, which can unfold from suffering–the reaction to suffering, when done intelligently and with great Wisdom, such as that provided by the Most High (indeed, whence all wisdom comes) leads one to the path of this transparent sphere of compassion.

The angels show this up/down and front-back twisting and whipping around of halves of a sphere, connected by a central point. The angels say that this is what is going on right now. The black sphere is trying very hard, and it’s like this compassion which I’m bringing back is very foreign to it. It’s not happy about it, but I’m also trying to not get caught up in it’s game. I call on the governors and king again. I ask for any assistance to gather a higher lesson from this.

The angels show me the black cube with a white cube set about it. The white cube overlays the black cube, they show me: instead of being caught in a structure which guarantees our suffering, we instead overlay a structure of wisdom and understanding–all of which is driven and reflected by the light of Ain, which is overlaid on top of the suffering wherein we find ourselves. This structure (i.e., a method) allows us to contextualize it and to grow, such as I’m experiencing now. So this is overlaid atop the suffering.

The suffering which can happen to a heart, when acted upon foolishly or out of ignorance, can cause a warping of the heart, and takes it first out of the transparent state (which is to say, the ability to meet a being from a place which can meet them as they are). Then it can take them out of the spherical state as the heart becomes defined by suffering, coming to believe that suffering has a rigid structure which it cannot break out of, such as learned helplessness.

This view is false.

These are extraordinary lessons. The angels show me the taijitu. The Western approach (generally speaking) of squaring is partly correct, and the taijitu is also partly correct. “Now,” they say, “you’re seeing a means for right moral living.”

I see the twisting once more, which they contextualize with the twisting of the snake about me from earlier visions, which was work on my energetic subtle body. Now they ask me to speak at a deeper level to that which I’ve learned so far. Here I do a standard thing, which is to speak directly with the rules which have caused this state of affairs. A lot of voices begin speaking to me at once, at which point I organize them and say, “There’s got to be some underlying rule here,” at which point I hear, “This is the nature of dimensionality.”

Here my bodily awareness cannot be ignored. I’ve felt a slight pinprick pressure on the back of my neck which cannot be explained by my clothes. It’s just to the right, so I speak directly to this part of my subtle body. “What’s going on? What do you have to say? What is going on here? I feel like you’ve had something to say for a while.” I ask my holy guardian angel (HGA) in particular to help mediate this discussion for me.

My HGA says that this is kind of difficult: it’s going to be a huge download all at once. I assent and ask for a three-count before it happens: at “three,” I see before me the golden Borg cube again (if the Borg are the shadow, then this is the light version of them). There’s a big unfolding; the angels say that the Borg is a massive fractal concept; we’re all kind of linked in with each other. The thing that made it a nightmare was the loss of identity, but in this version there’s merely hyperintimacy (note that humanity has been making this decision collectively via technological advancement and surveillance).

Within the cube, I see a checkerboard: “Think of this both in a binary sense, as well as a board game. If you think of a chessboard or a Go board, there’s all of these ones and zeroes: occupied vs. not occupied, white or black, etc.” There are also all of these transitional states determining whether a given piece is (or ever can be occupied) in this manner.

There’s something really deep here that someone (I’m not speaking the angels here, including my HGA) does not want me to see. It’s like I’m seeing a big wave come at me within this cube, a swirling wave like one sees a surfer ride. It reminds of approaching the fixed stars, and the motion thereof, except now the fixed stars themselves are coming at me and trying to reach. I see three to five of them. This water comes in: it’s very pure. Part of me wants to bump out of me when the water hits me, but I’m holding fast within the cube, and merely having that force give me an expansive and inclusive view of whatever’s most helpful of the advancing of all beings towards understanding and ending collective suffering.

Recall that all of this is from the vision of me trying to understand this pressure at a point on my neck. Now this poking, itching energy moves down to between my right shoulder blade and my spine. I see this light coming in, like unto the Borg’s scanning or tractor beam light; it’s like there’s an incision at this point on my body, and there’s this faucet handle coming up out of it, giving me a level of control as to how much of the vision of the water to see. I let a drop out into a glass, and it’s intelligent and moving along to say, “I am but one portion of the ocean. There is much more to show to you. This much must wait until you are past the Abyss, and then the flood will come at you again, and it will be grander than this preview.”

That’s it, the vision wraps up really quickly. King Bobogel says that a week from now, it will be much clearer. I express my gratitude to the governors and king as the vision ends.

Sunset: Similar procedure: Reading the titles of Leaf 35, then the call to King Bobogel, then the call to the Aethyr of LEA.

I’m getting more energy than usual off of the leaf. I think about the drop of water from the previous vision and the faucet, and I turn the faucet up to give myself half a glass. It comes up energetically, trying to scare me; I get the sense that this is the general sense of the veil being unhappy with being pierced. But now it’s wrapping around me in a spiral, stretching me out, like the snake did in a previous vision.

I’m seeing myself like the character of Rick from Rick and Morty, which suggests I’m perhaps a little too bold and impatient, and this is probably true. Now I’m seeing myself like a character in a TV show who is going through an ordeal while standing: they throw their chest forward in agony, and I get the sense that this is the level of what’s going on with my subtle body as I’m working with the water. I have faith that I’ll be okay, and the angels do, also, and it’s as if the angels are suggesting this is the proper way to proceed, now that I’ve chosen this path.

I put my body in this posture. It’s like there’s this energy entering through my ajna chakra (third eye), which is circulating through me. When what is in me is to be cleansed is rinsed out in this process, it becomes part of this water. Now this water is filling up the golden cube, which is now about an eighth full. I get the sense that the amount of water it takes to fill up the cube is on a logarithmic scale.

Nonetheless, I decide to crank up the amount of water (9th house, malefic-out-of-sect-and-above-the-horizon Mars in Aries for the win). Now it’s like all of my subtle bodies are suffused with this water. Having done this, now I see Babalon sort of peeking from behind a seam in the sky. She’s waving and now I see why I wasn’t really to have taken on all of this water. It’s a little premature and the water was to have been taken on in ZAX and ZIP, but nonetheless I’m in LEA and so closing in on that Aethyr.

As my subtle body walks around, it’s like there’s this heaviness; I’m burdened with the weight of this preview of Her, and it won’t dissipate until I see Her in Her fullness in ZIP. I see a wall pulled down from the side of a room which I’m on the other side of, and there’s a torrent of water. There’s a lot of weight and force to it. The metaphor, the angels say, is for the reason for the stepwise nature of these Aethyrs. The angels say I’m okay to do it because I’ve already scried all of the Aethyrs (I note that I need to check any ego-delusion) and on account of that experience and the development of my subtle bodies to go through this. The metaphor is like drinking too much before sleep and then having to pee at night. The angels say I’ll have to carry this burden until I cross the Abyss again.

The angels take me into the heavens once more, the seam in the sky and Victorival’s work. The beings are coming through the seam very quickly and taking refuge in the water of my subtle body. Whatever it is, this has a lot of implications. The angels say that as I develop, my subtle body vessel will be able to accommodate many more beings. It will behave both as a magnet and a holding station.

I see something like unto a multicolored plant; it seems to have some kind of intelligence. It’s kind of confused and trying to understand what’s going on with me. The angels say to hold off on interacting with this being, so I ask it to wait, and it agrees. I get the sense that the entity is like unto a Chokmah entity, and the angels hint that such is likely the case. The angels have nothing further, and the vision ends.