Servitors: Parek, Gesegas, Mara, Asorega, Permases, Ragaras, Ramoras (Ramaratz)
The word at the outer edges of the square, PERAC originates in the Hebrew פרח (parekh), meaning ‘flower,’ and is also evident in the name of the spirit Parek. The name in the central cross relates to the spirit Ramoras (named Ramaratz in the Mathers edition), whose name means ‘thunder.’
I saw a yellow tulip in the midst of the dew-drenched grass of a sunny meadow. Other wild flowers were scattered around the area and the clouds above moved disconcertingly quick considering that there was not a breath of wind in the air. Examining the stem of the tulip, I saw a worm burrowing its way out of the earth only to be snatched up by a sparrow which flew off with it into a dark, thick forest that appeared out of nowhere. I approached the forest’s edge with caution and considered entering but was met with the sense that bears and other dangerous animals lay waiting inside. As I lingered, the meadow behind me turned barren and brown and the fast-moving clouds grew heavy and black, blotting out all but a silver disc of sun. I captured the remnant of the light within myself and used it to illuminate my path through the wood. Inside, I saw a trail of florae, including nightshade, strange mushrooms and white forget-me-nots marking a trail that I should follow.
Eventually, the flowers led me to a snow globe that lay resting in the boughs of a tree. I shook the globe and it glowed white in response before dimming to a misty grey. Then, through the mist, I saw the image of a huge worm with a gaping maw, though as the mist faded it was replaced by the image of a small, bright lake covered in water lilies that looked like they could be walked over to get from one side of the lake to the other. Beyond the lake lay a small hut that looked like a perfect refuge from the gloomy wood. Pressing on, I continued through the woods until the pall around me began to lift, then I came to the lake, which I crossed in the manner suggested in the snow globe.
On the other side the sun shone full again and I discovered a beautiful grove of vivid grass and wild flowers in which a middle-aged woman with green hair sat on a wooden chair. Her face contorted as she glanced sidelong at me until it altered into that of a hunting hound. At the boundaries of the grove stood a huge, muscular giant with a shock of black hair and a thick black beard with no moustache. The woman, in human form again, spat out some kind of seed—maybe that of a pumpkin or a sunflower—onto the ground and asked if I wanted to go into the hut. I stated I had found good enough refuge in the grove and didn’t seek to enter the hut unless she found it acceptable. She confirmed this and said I could enter if I wished, so I did.
Inside, a golden eagle stood guard, perching motionlessly above a cauldron in which some unknown concoction was boiling. On a rectangular table were set some pieces of simple cake, though I didn’t eat any of them as no permission to do so had been granted. Little else happened in the hut, which had a similar feel to it as the vestibule of the Castle on a Mountain—in which a scorpion spirit stood guard—due to the strange, almost hallucinogenic, images that presented themselves to my mind as I tried to get a grasp on the location. After a while, the woman and the giant entered the hut. The giant, whose presence in the small hut seemed impossible, remained silent, but the woman spoke to give me permission to eat the cake. As I did this, I understood that doing so enabled me to leave the grove without suffering harm from the dangers of the wood, and on departing, I walked carefree to the other side of the forest where I once again saw the river that appeared in the vision of A Rose Garden. As I stood close to its banks, the vision ended.
Parts of the vision were very prominent and far more vivid than the ones preceding it, rather like watching a film through a keyhole. The part where this was most pronounced was that where I arrived at the grove and saw the green-haired woman and the giant, who were reminscent of depictions of nature spirits such as the Wild Man of the Woods, the water hag Jenny Greenteeth or the entities encountered during experiences with Salvia Divinorum. The ‘blockage’ I experienced in the hut appeared to be linked to the guardian spirit that watched over me there, which was similar in function to the scorpion spirit in the vision of A Castle on a Mountain. The Eagle and the Scorpion are linked in their imagery, as both have been used to represent the constellation of Scorpio, with the Eagle commonly being cited as representing a more evolved representation of that constellation’s associations. It was unknown to me until I begun my analysis of the vision that the appearance of a trail of forget-me-nots may also have a link to Scorpio, as these flowers were once known as scorpion grass due to the hooks on their stems.
The other spirits relevant to this vision are:
Mara, meaning ‘grotto,’ ‘cave’ or ‘den,’ who also featured in the square relating to the vision of A Rose Garden, where I took refuge under a tree in a grove due to it being encircled by malign entities.
Permases, which may derive either from the Greek πέρασμα (perasma), meaning ‘passage,’ ‘course,’ ‘way’ or ‘ford,’ or the Latin permanere, meaning ‘to linger’ or ‘to remain,’ both of which are concepts that have a degree of relevance to the events of this vision.