Gebofal, Day 45

Note: None of what follows constitutes medical advice. Consult your physician before making any changes to your health-related habits.

Sunrise: Call/Key 5, (most practitioners refer to this as call 4, for it is the 4th spoken call). Call to King Babalel. Call to Governors Nocamal (LIT), Tahamdo and Nociabi (OXO), and Ozidaia and Calzirg (LIN) and their respective Zodiacal Kings Alpudus, Zarzilg, Lavavoth, Arfaolg and Arfaolg.

King Babelel arises, and shows himself to be a mixture of water and fire, but now also earth. He shows himself digging through the earth, plottingly and ploddingly. He shows me the many different qualities of earth, and the admixtures that can come thereby. He specifically asks me to consider that the power of Natural Substances to be related to matter itself. So, whereas we had with the four fundamental forces relating to the elements (earth to gravity, water to strong force, air to weak force, and fire to electromagnetism), here he says we can also liken them to the four usual states of matter (not made in a lab): solid to earth, liquid to water, gas to air, and plasma to fire.

“Let’s consider what it would mean to have a Martially separating action among earth,” King Babalel continues. Naturally there are earthquakes, but relating this to Natural Substances, he says, his power is strongest in the sense of the natural foods that one could eat and what they are composed of. He also bids me consider the soil in which such foods are grown, and ensuring that it is proper for growth and the taking in of these natural substances.

Turning to Medicine, King Babalel mentions the powder that stops bleeding, which is also of the power of Natural Substances. I concentrate on lovingkindness and the connection with him. He notes the long cycles of Natural Substances, the long preparation that it takes to discover the power and structure of a natural substance. There needs to be a great deal of planning and will (Mars); the heat of Mars is excellent for something as cold and aloof as understanding Natural Substances, he wryly says.

“It took a very long time for chemistry to come about in its fullness,” King Babalel notes, and it was just gaining that term in Dee’s day. In this case, chemistry can be understood as the individual structure of atoms and molecules, King Babalel comments (i.e., of points fixed relative to one another). The actual chemical structure of a molecule would fall under this; a chemist can immediately recognize at a glance the name of a chemical based on its diagrammed structure. Knowing this and how the geometry of two different molecules come together and form a larger structure in three dimensions: this is the real power of Natural Substances, he says.

Applying this to Medicine, there’s an even larger structure that needs to be accounted for, King Babalel continues: how to get through a cell wall or membrane that has its own physico-chemical structure via some kind of chemical lock-and-key mechanism. All of this, he says, is the power of Natural Substances and of Medicine. Of course, he continues there’s also energetic grounding with respect to Medicine, such as meditation, gardening, or running. Those sorts of things are indeed of his power of Medicine with respect to elemental earth.

He says he thinks that these are enough examples. He says that if I continue to meditate on density, structure, and finally how that relates to medicine and natural substances, that I should continue to understand more. He notes that sometimes one simply needs more of a mineral, amino acid, or vitamin in order to feel better: with respect to diet, these belong to Mars in Capricorn, he says. There’s the emotional and nurturing component to Cancer, yet the reality of what is in what is eaten: such is Mars in Capricorn.

“That’s it,” King Babalel concludes. I express my gratitude, and the vision ends.

Noon: Similar procedure.

Once again, I see King Babalel emerging, and now I see myself in an black, elementally earthen sphere, with the four colors again coming from the inside of the sphere. At first I’m within the Terran plane, but I’m taken up into heaven soon after. And now I see four tunnels open in front of me, and again, the same whitish admixture of elemental earth, water, air, and fire comes from all of them, suffusing me. I’m feeling almost a sense of a third coronation, or perhaps a preview thereof. King Babalel says that it’s time, so I accept the crowning with humility. I thank him and all of the angels present.

I ask why this is happening earlier compared to the visions of the previous two days? King Babalel replies, “The Lord wisheth to speak more with thee about a specific topic related to you this evening. Let your heart be glad. Once again, meditate on these powers, and they will be revealed unto you.”

He says he has nothing further. Thus ends the vision(!).

Note: As I type this up, it occurs to me how the symbolism here matches exactly the structure of Enochian. For a third time (and in all likelihood, a fourth tomorrow) I have been taken into a sphere, and this sphere has four colors within it, yet one without. This parallels the circle and square motif I’ve noticed.

Sunset: Similar procedure.

I feel a lot of energy coming up off of Leaf 5. I see three connecting spokes from from a handwheel to a hatch. They are turning along with the handwheel in a counter-clockwise rotation, and the hatch opens. King Babalel is behind it, and silently bids me enter into this blindingly bright light in the space behind the hatch.

Everything in my subtle body is gearing up in my subtle body now, and I’m in this light, in this light, the light of the Divine, the light of the Divine. I’m told to “Relax, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth: Yea, my Very Son. Relax completely now.

“My Very Son, you look at the Trinity with amazement and befuddlement. Spirit, Body, Soul: and yet have you not already seen this in the Trinity of the religion in which you were raised?” (Christianity). “‘Mediator’ be the word that you are looking for. Mediation: that Unique Thing which brings into reconciliation the other Two.”

“I don’t know what to say, o my Lord,” I whisper.

“Triple-crowned king though you may be, there be indeed one more crown that may be offered unto thee, and note: the triple-crowned King Carmara would thus be crowned about you as the four kings of the Watchtower tablets. And so he be able to mediate, and two given kings, but by any two, he can thus mediate all of them. And you, in thy mediation, o Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth, will have his crown as well. For you will be able to slip in between all of the different rules: between fire and earth, between water and fire, between earth and air, and between air and water.

“Thus will you be able to mediate among them as you see fit, and you will see fit on account of the perception that I will lay before you, that will be fused with your very being, much as you have come to know how fused you are with the universe in which you operate. Therefore, rejoice, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth, for clarity will be given to you, much as clarity hath been given to you at many times throughout this process. So shall this be a permanent clarity, and it will be as if you can step behind any given situation and, to use the phrase that Jessa Reed constantly refers to, you will be able to manipulate the ‘wiring underneath the board.’

“Your heart has so many places it wishes to go, but the main thing be: how to allow others the means to transcend suffering, in all of the various ways that it may be transcended. Let this be your lode star. Let the Work upon thy Heart continue: in Its Joy, in Its Sorrow, in Its Pain, in Its Pleasure, in Its Pettiness, and in Its Grandeur: let It endure. Let It continue. Let it go through all of the levels of the Heart. Blessings be upon you now, my Very Son.”

“I give thanks to Thee, o Lord.”

“I hereby grant my blessing unto you.”

Thus ends the vision.

Gebofal, Day 44

Sunrise: Call/Key (spoken) 6 (most practitioners refer to this as call 5). Call to, in order, King Carmara, Prince Hagonel, King Blumaza, Prince Bralges, and King Bynepor. Vibrated God names “OIP,” “TEAA,” and “PDOCE.” Vibrated names of Governors Occodon, Pascomb, Valgars (Aethyr of LIL); Oddiorg, Cralpir, Doanin (ZIP); Torzoxi, Abriond, Omagrap (POP); Vastrim, Odraxti, and Gomziam (RII). Vibrated names of Zodiacal Kings Zarzilg, Zinggen, Alpudus (LIL); Hononol, Lavavoth, Zarzilg (ZIP); Arfaolg, Cadaamp, Zinggen (POP); Hononol, Zarnaah, and Arfaolg (RII).

I see quite the large host, for each king/prince dyad has with them 42 ministers, and of course I called on the massive number of servient angels to each of the zodiacal king/governor dyads in their respective Aethyrs. King Carmara steps forward in a grand sweeping gesture in their direction, as if to acknowledge the distinct honor that he has to speak for all of them to me today.

He says, “Once more will you call me, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth, but let us now attend to the matter at hand.” He notes that the reason why 69636, the largest of all of the numbers referenced in the Watchtower calls, is associated with this particular tablet (i.e., the water tablet) on this particular day with me is to reinforce the preferential treatment that water has received among the Zodiacal King assignments across all of the Aethyrs (27 out of 91).

Speaking to Natural Substances and Medicine with respect to elemental water, first King Carmara notes the obvious: medicine dissolves in water. It is the medicine which moves into all different forms of aqueous solutions, including within cells. He notes that if Medicine be food (i.e., a change in diet to treat a condition), then one can liken this unto Cancer. If medicine be the actual injection, that can be likened unto Scorpio. If medicine be likened unto the vast ocean whereby many a wondrous thing can be discovered, in the sense that the human body is like unto a self-contained miniature ocean, then one can associate that with Pisces.

King Carmara says that he is saying all of this as a preview to the noon scrying, but that this pretty much covers it, and that at the solar noon scrying we may not need to get into it. With respect to Natural Substances with respect to water: first of all, water can dissolve away, and can be used as a solvent whereby one can, for example sift, dissolve another precipitate into it if it be an aqueous solution, thereby causing the reaction to find out exactly what was dissolved into the water in the first place. Water brings with it the means of transporting, but generally, without as an intermediary, such would not be possible, or if possible then not as easy.

When it comes to the delving aspect of Natural Substances, of delving into what there is to be found with Natural Substances: clearly Scorpio is good at this. They also say that the sheer burst of water, that targeted water that can blast away is like unto Scorpio. Here they compare this with an archaeological dig, whereby a gentle water could be used to gently wash away a finding, but if it’s something solid, such as an ore, that is being unearthed, then the means of uncovering the natural substance by washing away with a heavy stream would fall under Scorpio. Finally, when it comes Cancer, here, again one can consider armor, and all of the armoring aspects. Here I must concentrate to hear him readily. He bids me consider the lunary realm, whereby all of the elements receive their final disposition before being made manifest in the sublunary. Any interest in what the classical elements are would fall under Cancer. There’s also that emotional sense of how Natural Substances can tie us all together. For example, food can bring nourishment to all sorts of persons, and the distributing of it can bring that emotional connection within groups, for example.

I continue to try hard to concentrate. The abundance–and now I feel King Bynepor’s influence increased (recall that Jupiter is exalted in Cancer)–the tendency of substances to arrange themselves in ways that have a deep, core emotional meaning, which is somewhat mysterious, of this lunar nature: such would be Cancer. So it is not merely the substances themselves, but also how they fit into a grander scope of Nature–and here we’re getting a bit Taurean–but the ebbs and flows, the cycle of a substance, such as water into snow and back, or boiling for cooking purposes: it’s that same sense of the different properties of a substance and how they fit into a larger cycle. So the substances of things biological, that would be an excellent example of this, and having that emotional connection with Nature Itself. This needn’t be perceived as emotional: one could sense this with bodily awareness, but this is the strongest sense of Natural Substances that I’m getting. King Carmara says he may have more for me on this at the solar noon hour.

Once again King Carmara says, “Yes, you will be crowned by King Blumaza,” rather than King Carmara himself (nonetheless it was good that I called on him, King Carmara, in addition to the other kings, he says). That ritual will happen tonight, he says, but there will be further exploration of this at the two other scryings today, as well as additional information from King Carmara about the final three days.

He has nothing further: thus ends the vision.

Noon: Similar procedure.

I’m seeing once again, a slit in the heavens, and there’s this water coming down and about me. I’m in the sky and King Carmara and the host at first seemed to ascend from earth, but now they seem to come from the sky/heaven (note: the water cycle). He approaches me and says, “Just remember to always meditate upon these different powers, and all of these powers will be opened unto you.” He speaks of the ingress of Jupiter into Pisces, saying that the Lord will grant me a boon of an 8th house nature as well as future blessings, and instructs me to be generous with them.

“Forget not the PRONOA that the Lord God Almighty has entrusted within you: a vast and cosmic thing. Be not tempted by the ways of evil, but try in thy best means possible to remain with unfailing devotion to the Most High, for, as you have seen, if you love Him with all your heart, and mind, and soul, and speech, then anyone or anything in your focus will be the recipient of such Love. It will come pouring forth from your heart, perhaps like a creek or a river given water once again, water without flooding, or a gentle rain falling upon a field.”

I express my extraordinary gratitude to King Carmara and all of the angelic host. He bows, and thus ends the vision.

Sunset: Similar procedure. At several points I recited a prayer on account of being distracted.

The angels say that I have the right attitude regarding a recent insight. First they mention that mistakes or errors can first of all create Divine timing in one’s life, delaying certain things in order for correct timing to appear. At this point, I feel the governors of the aethyrs of LIL, ZIP, POP, and RII at the nape of my neck, as well as a lot of energy coming up off of the leaf.

Yet also, the angels affirm the insight, that, while yes, it is a mistake in the lowest sense, of wrong thinking, but the mistake itself is as divine as the recognition of it and the rectification thereof. The mistake arises from the same parts of ourselves that the rectification does (note: in different degrees and dynamics, it seems to me). “So great be His Mercy,” they conclude.

Once again, King Carmara approaches, and reminds me that I will see him again on Wednesday. He says that I may or may not choose to call Prince Blisdon on that day: it is my decision, but it is not necessary. Still, I would like to call him, just tie in the connection to Jupiter (for he is usually called during the hour of Jupiter on a Wednesday).

King Carmara bids me sit astrally. Once again I have the sphere about me, except it is a sphere of water on the outside, but once again I see four colors representing the elements within water on the inside of it (e.g., water of water, fire of water, etc.). I express gratitude to the Divine for the additional insights that He has given me recently (which have especially helped with improving this ritual), and I express my gratitude to all of the angels, especially those appearing today (lest they feel diminished for having come).

I am told to imagine myself to the depths of the sea, about halfway down into the deepest parts of the oceans. Here, instead of four doors, I see four circular hatches with handwheels open up. Once again, some combination of the four elements, seeming to glowing a bit brighter, comes about me and suffuses me, impressing itself upon me and integrating within my entire nervous system.

Now my location is inverted; I’m still in water, but now in the heavenly realm, and I feel King Blumaza place a crown of water upon me (again, it appears like a gold crown as does yesterday’s, but it is the “water crown), and it fuses into one crown with that of fire. I’m feeling such gratitude, and so much of me wants to pour out into the world, and to give and give and give, and show lovingkindness in everything that I do, and to not fall into bad habits, and to ensure that I can stay with the heart center and the heart of the Divine as I can. The angels remind me of the lesson (that mistakes are as Divine as their recognition and rectification), and I do (for it is a profound one).

I express my gratitude again and am feeling a little emotional. The angels say that that’s okay, “For now, the water is unlocked within you.” I thank them. Now King Carmara reminds me that there are two more days of this, and then the triad [working] begins. I express my gratitude again.

Thus ends the vision.

Gebofal, Day 23

Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of ZID. Call to King Blumaza; Governors Zamfres, Todnaon, and Pristac; and Zodiacal Kings Gebabal, Olpaged, and Zarzilg.

I have compassion towards all I see. Now I see a white door; the door bends back into a spherical form, as a reminder of what needs to be done in terms of compassion towards suffering. I see the psychedelically colored sphere of fixed stars, and now I see it turn into an eyeball (which I’ve seen many times in these post-ZIP Aethyrs), which is reminiscent or often one of hundreds upon the Whale of God.

God is saying directly to me now: “This will become an increasingly purified vision of the spheres of Binah, Chokmah, and of Kether, and ultimately of the spheres of Adam Qadmon. Listen very closely now, my Son.” And I see a 3D stellation, a preview of the future Aethyrs (or a review of them, as I’ve been through the Aethyrs before). It’s like God is showing me this, and (my speech becomes rapid now) I’m within this eye, this psychedelic eye. And this stellated sphere is like unto the force of Chokmah, and it’s causing all of these different colors to appear (within the eye), and yet it is also reflecting them, but as one gets closer and closer in their approach to Kether, to LIL, then the stellation becomes even more so and more spherical, and ultimately rounded and more and more like unto the perfection of Kether itself. And these Two become One: yea, the Mind and Heart of God become as one.

The energy of this sphere is much higher than I recall it being, requiring much more concentration! I am compressing in all subsequent Aethyrs (except LIL) here. I see a cylinder rotating across the edge of a disc at an angle, scraping as it goes. These are the two forces again, Binah and Chokmah, and yet their interaction in this way is a reflection of Kether itself, which itself is all it can be on account of the world of Adam Qadmon. I see the motion of Chokmah; it becomes like unto a torus (note that a cylinder can be curved into a torus). It rotates into itself, becoming spherical. The disc itself also becomes a torus, and both of them rotate about themselves in this manner, becoming a double-joined sphere unto itself.

I’m having compassion for my ignorance and confusion, and I allow the fullness of this rainbow body to appear. The Divine seizes upon this and says, “All of this motion is the rainbow body. All of this vision is the rainbow body. Everything like unto what you have ever seen is like unto the rainbow body. This force, something that must become accepted within all of you, throughout, throughout your entire being: know this, that, yea, even the struggles that you’re feeling right now continue to be a mark of PRONOA of the Divine upon you. And so, continue your best, continue this effort, continue to work through everything so that you may know this PRONOA in its fullness. For, yea, one who knows this PRONOA in its absolute fullness need do nothing else, for one liveth continuously in the Love of the Divine.”

I ask the angels whether they have anything else. They say, “No, the Divine Himself has spoken to you! We dare not say anything in addition to this.”

With that, the vision ends.

Noon: Similar procedure. I began recording before having called on the zodiacal kings and governors, but that has been addressed.

I crank up the compassion as much as I can for everything about me, including the grand principles from the previous vision. Once again I see this stellated star, and I ask the angels, “Please, what have you all to show me?” and the star seems to come toward me, and then float away, but then towards me again, and away again.

I see this stellation revolving about what appears to be a black hole. The message is that this is the portal into the realm of Adam Qadmon, and that there is unbounded light within. “Think of a black hole, how there is infinite [i.e., measureless/maoffas] light within it: for indeed, none can escape.” I find this very interesting, and it really touches my heart in this interesting way. This is a resolution between the force of Ain (and indeed, black holes have much force to them!), and yet, at the same time, there is infinite light within it (for all intents and purposes). If one were to enter a black hole, one would experience “infinity,” so to speak.

I think about what it would be like to enter this, and I see myself stretching out like spaghetti. However, there is some part of my heart that really wants to be guided by this experience of entering the black hole. This is “beyond the beyond” in this way. I decide to try to generate compassion. “How can one circulate the infinite?” is the question that comes to me. “How can one circulate the infinite,” the question repeats.

“How can one circulate the infinite?”

I have no words for this. “Indeed there are no words, Son of Man, Son of God, Son of Earth.” “How can one circulate the infinite,” I repeat the question. “The Infinite already is, and therefore, it need not be circulated. Indeed, one only needs to be magnetized to it.” This seems simpler to my mind and to my heart, and I simply allow such magnetism to be.

And that seems to be the answer. Instead of doing, one simply allows itself to be as it is. There’s this long, infinite line which emerges from this reflection, and it tends to want to wrap itself into a circle, but indeed, it is infinite! And it is only bound within this circular frame, but if one were to enter it [as it is], then one would become like this line of spaghetti that Stephen Hawking talked about.

This is very wonderful! This is the portal into the realm of Adam Qadmon; it’s showing up and looming larger with each advance along this path. I express my gratitude. It’s as if everything is indescribable.

“And that is enough,” the angels say. Here ends the vision.

Sunset: Similar procedure.

The pace is picking up, and this is a highly metaphorical vision. Between the last session and this, I note that the colors of a rainbow as a whole must exist as measureless light which is unseen due to the gravity of a black hole, and of course this should have a parallel in the infinite light in the world of Adam Qadmon. The angels encourage me, saying, “Yes! Now consider how this dynamic of light, of stellation (of later Aethyrs), and ultimately of sphericity (of LIL) should continue like this, within this black hole.” Specifically: “Consider the clouds”–of flashing colors of LIL, within which hovered a silver sphere–“and how these represent this amorphous, difficult-to-grasp, intangible, this ‘how-can-I-even-get-here’ light from a black hole! Because one can’t actually go in there,”–here the angels return Adam Qadmon–“because it’s infinite, and one would lose oneself [as merging with a cloud]: one would dissipate.

“Yet one wouldn’t actually dissipate! This is the Infinite Source: this is the source of All Things. This is the reflection which the sphericity must bind itself in, in order to Know Itself most deeply!”

I’m trying to remain magnetized to the line to the portal to Adam Qadmon, and compassionate. The angels remind, “This lotus-rose symbol will be a servant to you.” I ask the angels in particular how might this wonderful world of Adam Qadmon also be compressed into this symbol, and recall aloud how the angels are represented by the bee upon the portal to the world of Adam Qadmon, which is within the blossom of the flower.

The angels say, “Is not the very magic the finding of the space which allows All Things To Happen?” The angels refer to the stamen and pistil of a flower, which allows for reproduction to occur, and all of this happens due to a good amount of space and its correct configuration, for this perfect unfolding to occur. If one were to compress the Vast Infinitude of the world of Adam Qadmon within this symbol: it is of the nature of the flower to reproduce itself, and to be constructed such that all of that can happen. Here the angels dwell on King Bynepor of the Heptarchy who, being associated with the expansive and reproductive powers of Jupiter, is also hailed as first among the equals of the Heptarchical kings.

Here I see a line moving through this space of the flower, but it seems to curve. The infinitude of the world of Adam Qadmon strikes my consciousness–and here I once again try to remain in accord with the straight line toward the world of AQ, and the angels exhort me: “Just stay magnetized to the straight line, don’t try to force it! If you are magnetized toward it, then the entire path that you follow in life is essentially curved. It is only curving about the many spheres of individual consciousnesses that you travel through.

“You are traveling about the spheres that other individual beings find themselves in. They may consider those spheres to actually be Black Iron Prisons, or they may consider them to be like unto the rules of correct living [e.g., a white cube] in order to be a good person, or just trying their best to do the right thing, trying to ‘paint the outside white.’

“Yet the point of all of this is that the straight line whereby all of us actually walk–if you were to place this about the Great Sphere of All Consciousness, then we are all actually merely following a straight line [i.e., the shortest distance between two points on a sphere]. If we just magnetized ourselves to the overall straight line [of the world of Adam Qadmon], suddenly, every single thing that happens in our life is to be detached from, or to be experienced but not suffered, or to be suffered but to be suffered gladly, because there is no resistance to the path that one is already on.” By this, in so doing, in fully surrendering to this line, I’m being shown rainbows from earlier today, and I’m being shown that in fully surrendering to this line, the natural self is always being bowed to, and so one truly is an Ipsissimus.

The angels say that this is enough; there’s more that could be delved into, but this is for the higher Aethyrs. The angels note just how much I’m compressing across vast chunks of Aethyrs right now; the angels are gaining speed, as it were, and all of this consciousness is dilating and expanding at the same time, “so everything that you need to wrestle with as a human being is presented to you and there are patterns and your mind is able to do skip-logic out to a later lesson, and it must be dealt with as it thus naturally arises.”

Thus ends the vision.

Gebofal, Day 21 (The “Super-Spooky” ZAX / Abyss Day)

Note: I’m clearly being a bit facetious with the title, but it serves the purpose of informing people that, yes, the abyss can be crossed even if there’s bizarreness or even a little horror associated with it.

Sunrise: Call to Aethyr of ZAX. Call to Governors LEXARPH, COMANAN, & TABITOM, to King Bnapsen, and to Zodiacal Kings Zinggen (Aquarius), Alpudus (Libra), and Zarzilg (Sagittarius).

I had been identifying with the lotus-rose, but the angels say not to: instead, to hold it by the sepals, which now wrap around to grasp each of my fingers gently. I get some distracting images and pause to vibrate the angels’ names and to breathe. I feel this welling up of compassion, and it pours forth in all directions about me, even towards the distractions and I follow the chain of their causation, and I get to the fundamental structure of the law. A snotgreen being tries to close a snotgreen curtain, and finally the governors force him back.

The angels open the veil, and create a triangle about me, and note that the four of us could also be a tetrahedron viewed from above. The zodiacal kings then form another triangle, and I’m at the center of a Merkaba symbol now. Finally, the angels are telling me that there’s another layer: I could be the eighth point of a cube, at the center of a 6-simplex, or a vertex of a 7-simplex. The angels are driving at what it takes to get into this higher-dimensional thinking.

I continue to hold compassion for everything about me, and I see an arm emerge, and it belongs to one of the Takers in season 5 of The Magicians, or the Pale Man in Pan’s Labyrinth. I note the constant attempt to fight the dispersion, and the angels tell me to hold fast in my position, so I do. There emerges a white cube, and he’s within it, and not liking being within it. He sort of reintegrates back into the environment.

I note the pattern but also note that if the dispersion-disruption cycle is accelerated, then it’s like if you ignore the hand which waves rapidly back and forth in front of your face: you still see and get the general idea of what’s happening. So the angels instruct me to speed up the process, and I begin circulating the compassion and concentration quickly. The angels and I are in our 6-simplex formation. I see a middle-aged guy in a really cheap-looking outfit superhero outfit with terrible wings.

I vibrate the angels’ names, and finally(!) the entire scene shatters into thousands of square mirrors which are all about me and whirling about me in a vortex. I try to crank up the compassion. This is like unto a realm of Binah, yet note the squares which show that this is still Abyssal. I concentrate, and the angels encourage me, “because all of these squares (signifying cubical consciousness) can be circled!” I concentrate really hard, and the energy shifts from the book, and I have compassion even for the concentration.

The angels indicate that all of these cubes will now curl into spheres, but I will still be able to see the cubes engraved upon them. (Note: My first encounter with Babalon in ZIP was of Her in a dress of crystal spheres). The grand concentration of the mind needs to be met equally with the compassion of the heart and I’m holding onto this lotus-rose to help me, and it holds me back. Each of the square mirrors was a thorn upon the rose, I’m told. I comment about the immense difficulty of this concentration, which is far higher than I recall the first time I scried this Aethyr!

Now the compassion and concentration are balanced as I try to magnify the former. Again, it’s a whirlwind of these mirrors. Figures try to step out, and now they don’t look like themselves, and I vibrate the angels’ names again, and the outer forms of the figures look like unto gray aliens now. (My cat comes in to interrupt). Having compassion helps them to looks somewhat more human, and I tell the angels that this is getting very fractal, and I ask if they have anything else, and what the endpoint and what understanding may be gleaned from this.

The angels say that what’s to be gleaned by this is that the vastness of knowledge that is to be had can go in any of these multitudinous directions. Yet if you inquire with an open mind and an open heart, they will begin to reflect like mirrors, and eventually you will begin to reach a point where they can all be concentrated into these spheres of awareness, but it takes a lot, and if you do it at this cosmic scale, such it will be. But the point is that the divine is there to be had. It takes work over a lifetime(s), and you can get some shortcuts, but this is the nature of that.

The aliens, I’m told, represent a conglomeration of knowledge that loses its awareness of its own divinity. This clicks everything into place and I just have so much compassion now for everything in this place, because that’s a bad state to be in. The angels say that this is enough for now, and that more will be revealed later, though I have the flavor of what this place is like now.

Noon: Similar procedure. I made three calls to King Bnapsen.

Once again I scry by holding the lotus-rose by the sepals. I see squid-like entities jump at me, but it’s like they hit this glass pane and slide down, ineffective. I generate compassion and lovingkindness and circulate it. I try to speed this up, and accelerate the process, and the general theme changes into square mirror, which transform into “sphered cubes,” which in this case is to say a transparent cube with a square etched on the inside. It’s difficult to see at this stage, though, because of the generated compassion.

Now I see a central column appear, it looks like a giant pleather cowgirl boot. I pause, regenerate compassion, and, seeing the dust that it generates from stomping the bottom of the chamber, I phase-shift through it. I grab hold of the boot like Jack in the Beanstalk, or a kitten, and the boot rises like someone looking at what’s gotten on their boot. It appears to be Babalon, in a cowgirl outfit (her fringe, & frilly skirt is particularly “80s cowgirl”!).

I’m hesitant, but She says to me, “No, you have the flavor of the lack of [this aethyr’s] lack of awareness of its own Divinity, but you are generating your own divinity here. You are aware of your own Divinity, which is why you’re seeing it. The fact that there can be a transition, even with an Abyssal aethyr like ZAX, that shows you the Power of Understanding and not letting go of It.”

She says she’s wearing this in honor of the fact that I’m a Taurus, so I’m very honored. She sets me down (after all, She’s hundreds of feet tall), and She begins dancing. It’s like she’s in a bullfighting arena, a (nonviolent) toreadora (or “matadora” or “mater tor”: “mother for”). The bulls are all black, and She allows them, and She invites me to join Her, and I do, and a bull charges me, and everything goes black, but I reappear, and She says that I need to dance, so my astral form does so, but it becomes more like country-style partner dancing. It’s like everything that comes to take away the Divinity in Us are not working.

I ask her specifically about the blood which She accumulates, and She says people the Sorrow because that’s what’s in their hearts. She says that I have “less Sorrow” and laughs. She holds up a black sphere, looking like crystal ball in her hands. She says that I am more aware of the transparency within the crystal ball than the blackness. For me, it’s a beautiful thing to gaze upon, but not what defines me.

I express my gratitude, and continue to hold onto the compassion and concentration. I ask the governors and kings if there’s anything else to be seen in this vision. I see a black dot approach me and come about me as a prison. “Remember I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” a line from the poem “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (later used as the title of the autobiography by Maya Angelou; she herself later wrote a poem called “Caged Bird” with similar imagery to Dunbar’s). I concentrate into this phrase: the angels say that this is what I bring to this aethyr, which many others do not Understand.

I’m not sure what it means, but I note that I’m on Leaf 29a, and thus page 28b is open. Regardless, I express my gratitude, and the vision ends.

Sunset: Similar procedure. I made the call to ZAX twice.

I see the lotus-rose. I see this beautiful heavenly light shining down upon the blossom, and I can feel the light entering my physical hands from it. There’s a sense of peace and I try to circulate it in and through me. Everything’s quite balanced across the sub-abyssal and supernal worlds. This is what ZAX is, I’m told: a beautiful balance between these worlds.

It’s like my heart is starting to sing, and the lotus-rose is starting to sing, and it blossoms even more, and Babalon is appearing as a ballroom dancer in a sleek, shimmery, black outfit, the skirt cut up the outside of her thighs, with a tophat and is dancing with aid of a pole.

Now She flies and rotates about the x/z plane and lands upon the nape of my neck and I walk around, giving Her a ride about–the symbolism couldn’t be more obvious. Now She interlaces Her extended fingers into a roof, and rotates Her hands forwards and backwards about my skull: She seems to be doing quite subtle work to my sahasrara chakra and its relationship to the ajna chakra, which I cannot feel physically but know is there. This will improve the overall flow between them and also among them and the anahata chakra. There’s also extraordinarily subtle work She’s doing to my vishuddha chakra, which nevertheless (being a Taurus and all) I can feel. All of this is changing the dynamic among these four chakras.

“That’s it,” She says. She bows and takes her top hat off and gives me a wink. She briefly takes the form of Nuit and dissolves into the night sky, and I ask the angels whether there’s anything else. They say no, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow as the vision ends.