XXII: A Wild Cat

 

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XXII LINIROS

Servitors: Isagas, Mara, Liriol, Losimon, Lomiol, Alogil, Ragaras, Irminon, Sarasim, Ogologon, Igilon, Sigis, Apolion, Girmil, Gorilon, Laralos, Milon, Nasi, Morilon, Ramoras, Igarag, Aril, Lagasas, Alpas, Romoron, Nagar, Amillis

The word LINIROS on the outer edges of the square possibly from Latin linire – ‘to daub,’ ‘smear’ or ‘anoint,’ or from the Greek λοιμικος (loimikos) – ‘pestiferous.’ The word in the central square derives from the name of the spirit Isagas, which means ‘roar,’ ‘shout’ or ‘yell.’

The Vision

I was in a wilderness of patchy, dry grassland where I followed a plastic, yellow pipe along the ground until it sunk into the earth at a certain place. I believed it to be a power supply of some kind but decided against pulling it up from the earth due to a sense that there was something dangerous concealed there. A little further along, amidst a sudden shock of long, yellowing grass, the pipe re-surfaced and continued winding towards where the silhouette of a distant city to the west which had a prominent domed building at its centre.

My journey to the city was interrupted by a leopard bounding through the long grass before me. It stopped and bade me to come with it, as if it knew exactly who I was and expected me to be equally familiar with it in return. I followed it back to the place where the pipe went underground where it prompted me to open a concealed doorway. On doing this, I found a pit filled with vultures, boars, corvids and other ‘unclean’ animals, who proceeded to escape once the hatch of their pit was opened. On entering the empty space at the leopard’s behest, I found the place to be full of excrement like the outhouse I had refused to enter in the vision of Wild Animals. Apart from that, it looked somewhat like a bunker of some sort and there was a clock on the wall with the hour and minute hands stuck at 5:02 while the second hand was stuck at the 34th second. The walls that flanked the clock were decorated by wallpaper with a pattern upon it that consisted of hundreds of flies; and there was a camphorwood chest in the centre of the room in which lay a bundle of pornographic magazines which, like the general décor of the place, all appeared to be from the 1970s.

At this point, the leopard transformed into a woman with golden skin with black blotches over it, and I entered into a conversation with her. At my request, she stated that her name was Raminiel and that she was my natal daemon. She had manifested on Earth, she said, at the moment of my conception, and the place in which we now stood was a symbolic representation of my mother’s womb during my gestation. Curious about this claim, I asked her what the date was in this place and she replied that the sun was at 26º Gemini. Then I asked for confirmation of where the Moon was, and she replied that it was at 18º Aries.

Following this, she explained that the animals we had released were the creatures of the wilderness which the folk of the distant city feared and sought to keep away. By releasing them we had let out a necessary force of fear and freedom into the world as keeping them locked up was unnatural and cruel and nurtured a state of false security. She explained that none of the animals would enter the city or do any harm as that was not their nature, and they would instead remain at its peripheries, forming a circle around it and keeping watch on it from beyond. Then I noticed two yellow snakes which had not escaped the pit slithering along the floor and saw that they had the heads of jays. Then a dog and a pig appeared, both of which were very friendly. The leopard woman told me they were two familiar spirits she had granted me in order to assist her in her work of looking after me. With that, I said farewell to her and she responded with the word ‘taho’ and the vision ended.

Notes

Considering the natal theme of this vision, the yellow pipe or cable I was following at the beginning probably represented the umbilical cord. I sensed it was carrying energy of some kind, and it appeared to have been the lifeline cast to the animals who had been trapped in the ‘womb.’ When the animals escaped they preceded to encircle the distant city, staying at its peripheries in the same manner that the Shedim of Hebrew mythology did, and just like those creatures, these beasts were all ‘unclean.’ The circle they spread out into once again echoes the circle of spirits I have seen watching me, except in this incidence it was the city in the distance they spied upon. My guess is that the city represented my psyche in some way which I was witnessing from a place remote from it in both time and space. As well as representing a womb, the wilderness with the wild beasts buried beneath its surface may also be seen as a representation of the unconscious. Their escape also somewhat resembled the releasing of the legion of spiders that took place in the very first vision, which was that of A Beautiful Lawn.

The name Raminiel seems likely to be related to the word RAMACAN in the square. This may come from רעמה – Ramah – ‘mane’ with the daemon possibly being the manifestation of the ‘mane’ of the lion from the previous square and therefore an emanation from it. A spirit with the appearance of a Leopard also came in the vision of A Big Lake, in which it delivered me instructions regarding the correct way to pay ritual homage to the Elemental King Egin who rules the North. This rite was performed, now with the devil-headed cup and a bespoke incense recipe including some home-made Onycha delivered during ongoing ritual communications with Egin and one of his servants on the day before the leopard reappeared in this vision.

The time the clock was stuck at, 5:02 and 34 seconds, may have two Qabbalistic correspondences. 502 is the number related to the Hebrew word בשר which means ‘to tell glad tidings’ and also ‘flesh’ and ‘body’ suggesting aspects of incarnation. The first of these meanings relates to a phrase associated with the birth of Christ spoken by Gabriel, while 34 is the numerical value of גלא ‘to reveal.’ The distinct 70’s feel of the vision coupled with the spirit’s explanation of what the place represented and the reported position of the Sun at 26º Gemini corresponded roughly with the week I would have been conceived in June 1976, with the Sun being at theat position on June 16th of that year. The Moon was not at 18º Aries that day, however it was four to five days later at the moment of the Summer Solstice when the Sun entered the Northern Sign of Cancer. While the matchup here isn’t perfect, it is close and a magical mystery connecting my birth and the Northern Solstice may be hinted at therein.

An alternative theory of the time on the clock is that its figure 5 + 02 + 3 + 4 = 14, which is not only the Gematric value of my name but is also a formula of the ‘Gold’ of the HGA.

The word Taho which the leopard-woman spoke instead of ‘goodbye’ may be a rendering of the Hebrew תהו (tahu) which refers to ‘wastefulness.’ For reasons yet uncovered, this reiterates the meaning of the word בזבז – (bizbez), meaning ‘to go to waste’ or ‘spent,’ that was received from the Lion-Angel at the end of the previous vision.

Of additional note in this square is the appearance of the name of the Lemegeton spirit Ipos in the second row. Notably, this spirit appears with the head of a lion and is described as being ‘even more obscure and filthie than a lion’ in the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.

The square was created with the Moon at 2º Cancer and the vision was experienced when the Moon was at 13º Cancer.

XV: A Mountain

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XV KEKASIM

Servitors: Asorega, Mara, Liriol, Losimon, Lomiol, Alogil, Ragaras, Irminon, Sarasim, Ogologon, Igilon, Sigis, Gorilon, Laralos, Gesegas, Kosem, Milon, Nasi, Morilon, Ramoras, Igarag, Ekalak, Geloma, Aril, Ilekel, Lagasas, Kilik, Kokolon, Isagas, Romoron, Negen, Nolom, Nagar.

KEKASIM appears to come from Hebrew קסם (qesem), ‘magic’ at the top and right, while in MISAGER there lies the possibility of the reversal of the Hebrew רגש (regas), meaning ‘tumult,’ ‘commotion,’ ‘noise,’ ‘emotion,’ making the word REGASIM when affixed with the collectivised suffix –im. The spirit name in the central cross is that of Asorega, coming from סריג (soreg) relating to the ‘boundary wall’ that came in the form of a fence of reticulated or weaved sticks that closed the inner Temple of the Hebrews off from Gentiles or the ritually impure. The meaning of this word is the same as that of the Hebrew for ‘grid,’ ‘grill’ or ‘grate,’ which may account for the ‘grid’ pattern evident in the squares. ELISONI resembles the Greek ἐλέησον (eleison), which denotes the quality of ‘mercy.’

The Vision

The mountain revealed itself as the same high, snowy peak I saw in the vision of A Snow. What was left of my old body lay contained by the clothes I was wearing. From one of the pockets, I pulled a golden talisman that resembled an Ankh, the strap of which was like the wings of an angel, while the face of a cherub or female angel lay in the cross’s interection. I pushed the remains of the body into a narrow hole it had been lying over, sending it plummeting down a narrow shaft into the roots of the mountain. Looking down, I could see a deep, blue, light glowing far below and considered exploring it, but decided against it because of how narrow it was. Looking around the vista, I could see the bluish mountains that the previous vision of A Castle on a Mountain was set in far away to the south, and beyond it was the Lake. Looking around at the landscape I asked what the name of this strange land was and received an answer from a disembodied voice which gave an answer that sounded like Kariouna. After hearing this name, I flew into a pall of clouds that lay before me in the west and rose above them before coming to rest on a much higher peak. Only a small portion of this peak was visible above the clouds, but all was cloudless and blue in that highest place.

Then I became aware of the presence of a spirit floating in the air before me in the east, its face skull-like with the remnants of its flesh flapping in the wind, while its strands of thin hair and its ragged black cloak billowed similarly. Then another three spirits identical in appearance to the first came from the other three cardinal directions. With me in the centre, they locked their hands together around me and flew me high into the sky with them. It was explained that these high airs were their dwelling place, and they were taking me up so that I can see all of the Earth below me, revolving as they flew. When they finished moving, they told me that they were intermediaries between that which was celestial and that which was not, and each of them ruled a portion of the world and governed the boundaries between the above and the below—microcosm and macrocosm—giving power over the elements in the material or external world while granting gnosis of the spiritual or internal world.

After they explained this, I saw one of them appear with the face of a lion, but the veils the others wore were not put aside in this way. The one with the lion face informed me that the golden, angel ankh I had been given was also a dagger and instructed me to pull it out, which I did to find a short, tapering, razor-sharp blade sliding free of its golden scabbard. Then I was told that this tool was the means to ‘unlock’ the four spirits as it was also a key which should be borne to obtain their favour and that of all of the spirits under their sway. With their consent, I inserted the dagger into each of their bodies and turned it, beginning with the one in the east, then the ones in the north, west and south.

Then I was back on the ground and the Four Great Spirits were gone. I went back to the spot lower down where I had pushed my old corpse into the heart of the mountain and decided to descend to see what was down there. Once I had reached the bottom I saw that the blue light I had seen emanating from its depths came from a beautiful lagoon lit by rays of bright sunlight burning down from above. On the shore of the underground pool lay a rowing boat which, having nowhere else to go, I boarded and began to row. As I approached the centre of the small lake, a maelstrom appeared and sucked my boat into it, casting me onto the wet floor of a cave far below where the boat was smashed to pieces but I somehow remained unhurt. Then I left the cave through a fissure in the rock to find a car waiting for me outside, which I entered and drove away in.

Notes

In this vision, the nexus of ‘above’ and ‘below’ could be thought of as the same kind of ‘boundary’ suggested in the name of the spirit Asorega. The mountain or high place as the terrestrial location where the boundaries between worlds are notoriously thin and permeable is long established, with connections between mountains and ‘peak-numinosity’ being well attested as the space where the celestial and earthly realms intersect across the spectrum of the world’s myths and religions. These are evident in the experiences of Moses on Mount Sinai, of Christ at the high place Satan showed him the vision of the four corners of the Earth (and later the Mount of Transfiguration and Golgotha), in the ascent made to high places such as Gorsedd Arberth in order to enter the Otherworld in the Mabinogion, in the depictions of Mount Olympus and Mount Zaphon as the abodes of the gods in Greek and Canaanite myth and in the figurative Mountain of the Adepts, Mount Abiegni, in the Thelemic and Rosicrucian traditions.

By virtue of their revelations and cardinal attributions, the four spirits I conversed with were probably the Four Kings—Oriens, Amaymon, Paymon and Egyn—whose presence has been hinted at in many of the previous visions, with the most overt being that of Oriens in the vision of Farm Buildings, though they were also represented by four beams of light in the vision of A Castle on a Mountain. In concurrence with that vision, only one of those spirits spoke and revealed more of itself, being the one in the East, Oriens.

The name Kariouna I received, which was that given to the world I was looking upon, may have its origins in the Ancient Greek κάρυον (karyon), meaning ‘head.’ This backs up a notion I had during the vision of Wild Animals where I had the sense, from the hemispheric nature of the amphitheatre, that I was in communication with some aspect of my brain. Together, these visions suggest that this astral world I have been exploring is a product of my mind and therefore of my brain. This is certainly the case to an extent with magical tools such as scrying and astral travel and is not something I would seek to dispute. What is interesting about such experiences however is the way that certain images, words and symbols take shape in the mind, suggesting that some kind of deep-level communication is taking place, either with extraneous spiritual entities or with some impersonal and unfathomable part of the psyche which possesses the same kind of preternatural that extraneous entities or daemons would. The argument about which of the two these and other magical phenomena can be attributed to is ultimately moot and will never be one that all practitioners agree upon, but my experience with such things leads me to believe that this sort of ‘astral’ work takes place on the threshold; the intersection of what is self and what is not-self. It is self-communication, yes, but it also takes place both at and beyond the borders of self, in a liminal area where other intelligences have influence over the contents of the unconscious mind which in turn comes to present awareness through the media of the personal psyche.

That the answer κάρυον, ‘head,’ I was given to my question about the nature of this world came in an ancient language I have no great knowledge of, while others have come in Hebrew and Latin or Kabbalistic, mythological or other symbolic correspondences, appears to provide proof that it is not just ourselves we are communicating with when we work with such things. Nor can it be some unexplainable process of depth-psychology that is being experienced unless such unaccountable knowledge can be said to be intrinsic to one’s psyche through theoretical constructs such as the collective unconscious or morphic fields. Ultimately then, I would postulate that the ‘liminal’ space such experiences take place in is that of the intersection between self and not-self and represents the same kind of boundary or veil between one ‘realm’ and another—one worldly and functional, the other invisible and mysterious—that the name Asorega and the Soreg stone of the ancient Jewish Temple represent.

Aside from the words and names already explored above, names with some relevance to this vision include: Sarasim, meaning ‘deep roots’ which relates to the deep cavern beneath the mountain; Mara, whose name relates to caves and grottoes and therefore ties in with the ‘deep roots’ of Sarasim; Nagar, meaning ‘fluid’ or ‘liquid,’ which relates to the lagoon in that grotto; Igarag, whose name pertains to the frost and cold associated with the upper reaches of the mountain; and Nolom, from the Hebrew נעלם (nolom) meaning ‘hidden’ or ‘concealed.’

XI. Wild Animals

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XI CAIOT

Servitors: Igilon, Liriol, Alogil, Igarag, Aril, Oroia.

The word CAIOT at the edges of the Square comes from the Hebrew חיות (chaiot), ‘animals,’ while the name present in the central cross relates to the spirit Igilon, which may derive from the Greek god of nightmares Ikelos, who often appeared in the form of an animal or a monster.
The Vision

The vision began with the image of an Abramelin Square turning into a portcullis which slammed down hard behind me as I entered the antechamber of an old ruin. The ruin was large with an open roof and sat atop a large hill with a dramatic view over the world below. Ahead of me was a narrow passageway at the end of which stood a lion. Beyond it, I saw a dusty, circular bowl which was like the pit of a long-abandoned amphitheatre with the arena being surrounded by bare stone benches. It was filled with an assortment of animals including dogs, wolves, birds, reptiles, snakes, crocodiles and boars, which had wandered in from the wilderness that lay beyond it. The pit they gathered in was divided into two halves, with all the mammals gathered to the left and all the birds and reptiles gathered on the right. Above them, perched by itself on a beam of stone, was a blue and yellow pelican with a shock of yellow plumage atop of its head.

Between the two halves of the pit, a pathway was left clear which I walked up, without any bother from the lion, with the intent of leaving the ruin to get to the wilderness beyond. Guarding the exit, however, was a great minotaur, giving me the impression that this arena  was also a labyrinth though there was no puzzle as to how one got through it. Stepping closer to it, I saw that the space beyond the mammals on the left-hand side consisted of a deep blue sea under strong daylight, and beyond the birds and reptiles on the right-hand side was the darkness of a deep, black night. I walked up the pathway slowly and cautiously in case any of the animals attacked me but found them disappearing into the darkness that lay beyond the birds and reptiles. By the time I got to the arena’s edge, the whole pit behind me was empty and the great minotaur that had stood before me was dead on the ground with his flesh already rotting. With all now completely abandoned and with no life present anywhere in this silent, sun-kissed landscape, I exited from the amphitheatre and passed into the lands that led to the coast.

The world beyond the arena revealed a broad plateau, the ground of which was rocky but green with foliage. I followed a long path down the steep hillside until I reached a square, grey building at the bottom, right next to the shoreline. As I stood outside the building, I realised that the building was the pen from which all of the wild animals that swarmed into the amphitheatre had escaped. None were left there now, but their excrement was piled high upon the floor and the place stunk. I had a vague impression that this was what Noah’s Ark would have been like. In the midst of the excrement I spotted a spiralling staircase going deep underground, but as getting to it meant wading through all that shit to get there, and because there was probably much more filth down in the hole, I declined the mental suggestion to descend. Because of this decision, the vision ended prematurely.

The sequences apparent in the first ten visions appear to have ended, with the portcullis closing behind me appearing to represent a turning point with no way back. With no apparent influence from any of the named servants aside from Igilon—whose name is suggestive of the nightmare-god Ikelos, who often appears in animal form—this seemed like quite a disconnected vision, with no communication of names or speech being present as has been the case with the others. I had the impression that the circular arena seemed to represent the brain with its two hemispheres divided by a channel, the Corpus Callosum, that ran down its middle.

That it was day and was populated by mammals on one side of the arena, and night and populated by the more ancient life-forms of birds and reptiles on the other, may suggest a symbolism of conscious and unconscious processes. I am not a proponent of the psychological approach to magic, but this was an undeniable aspect of this vision and indeed of astral work, dreamwork and scrying. All of the animals present disappeared into the dark hemisphere, while I, retaining conscious control, forged on into the ‘enlightened’ half. The lion appeared to represent the guardian to the ‘solar’ side of this process, and allowed me entry to that place without any challenge, while the minotaur, being half human and half beast, guarded the more primitive dark side. Its death appeared to back up this theory as its guardianship was no longer necessary if I was not choosing to enter the region it stood guard over. Had I entered into the darkness there or where it was later offered in the winding, shit-covered staircase, I’m sure the nature of the vision would have been much different.

Despite these thoughts about how the experience associated with this square seemed more psychological than spiritual, examining the other words present in the square reveals that the line AIGRO may have its origin in the Hebrew אגר (agar, also attributable to the name of the spirit Nagar), meaning ‘gather,’ ‘accumulate,’ which might account for the large cumulation of faeces in the pen or ‘storehouse’ from which the animals had escaped. ORLIA, meanwhile, may come from the Latin ora signifying a border of some kind, but more specifically a coastline. Considering the coastline that the storehouse appeared upon, it seems that these words may have formed the basis of extrinsic communication in this instance, embedding themselves in my unconscious mind via the prompting of the spirits associated with this square, then forming the conscious mental images related with them in the same mysterious manner that they have in the other squares.

VI. A Rose Garden

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VI RODONIA

Servitors: Adon, Afolop (Apolop), Alogil, Alpas, Amillis, Apolion, Aril, Asorega, Gesegas, Gorilon, Igarag, Igilon, Isagas, Lagasas, Laralos, Liriol, Nagar, Nagid, Nasi, Negen, Ogologon, Oroia, Ragaras, Sigis.

The word around the outside of the square, RODONIA, has its origins in the Greek ῥόδον ‘rose,’ while the word in the central cross, OGOLOGO, apparent in the name of the spirit Ogologon, may represent a palindromic expression of the Hebrew root לעג (gol) – ‘scorn,’ ‘derision.’

The Vision

It began with a single red rose spinning in a black void. As it spun its petals peeled back until it became a phallus, then a heart. The heart explodes, scattering fire and blood in the darkness and making many other roses grow out of the darkness. They formed a circular boundary made of tangled thorns which then begin to spin, just as the first rose did, emanating sparks of fire as it spun like a Catherine Wheel. From the borders, rivulets of blood ran to a concave in the centre of the circle which, when collected, formed a vortex beneath my feet which I was compelled to descend into. I refused, as it was not my will to do so, and rose high above it. From above, I saw the channels from which the blood flowed, and saw them forming a cross of iron with a channel cut into the centre of each beam. This then doubled its arms to become an eight-sided cross, then sixteen, then thirty-two, then sixty-four. Then it became a circle and began to spin, yet again. Growing tired with the constant lack of control I was feeling over this tumultuous place, I banished the entire vision from my sight and stilled myself. I stated an affirmation in the stillness that I came to see a vision of a rose garden and that’s what I expected to see.

After doing this, I found myself in a bare and barren field and had the notion that roses required manure to grow and I would have to provide it out of my own being in order to make the land fertile. After fertilising the earth in my own way, a new rose garden started to form, but it was like a thick labyrinth of tightly bound rose bushes with vicious thorns. At this point, I told myself, ‘I am in control of this. This is happening in my own mind and I can put myself anywhere I want to,’ then transported myself far away, only to find that the exact same scene established itself around me again. The temptation, again, was to go downwards, beneath the earth, but I resisted and rose up into the sky again to look down upon what looked like a great, unending maze of rose bushes below me.

With nowhere else to go, I erased the scene again and floated in darkness. In that place, the name of the spirit Gesegas came to me, followed by an announcement that a Nigerian lady wanted to speak with me. I consented to speak with her and her voice came through in a soft, pleasant voice.

‘Don’t resist when I stroke you, sweetie,’ she said. ‘It won’t hurt much and won’t last long at all, I promise.’ I replied that she was not to touch me and had no consent to do so. I formed the intent to banish her, but was instantly met with the sense that doing so would not be possible as she was far superior to me. This was a point of some disturbance for me as, like I mentioned in the vision of A Pumpkin, I have had quite a few experiences on the edge of sleep or during Astral Meditation when entities or thoughtforms appear to want to ‘ride’ me in the manner of the lwa of Vodou. Often, they are female and of African appearance and speech. Resisting this as a threat—for I was not seeking to be ridden—I recalled the starry diadem I had received in the vision of A Beautiful Palace and made it appear on my brow, sending three beams of light into the surrounding darkness. I aimed the light at the place in the darkness where I felt the woman to be and illuminated her, making her yelp in pain. Sensing my advantage, I commanded her to depart in the name of the Four Kings. A sense then came to me that she could be commanded to go into the world and perform works according to my will. I gave her an instruction as a firm command and told her that when the work was done, she would be free of any obsession of me and, being liberated from it, would not return to me again.

Pushing my will forward again, I reaffirmed my intention and formed a new scene, making a pleasant lawn of grass appear with roses all around it. At the end of it stood a marble statue of Aphrodite. I was compelled to give a rose as an offering to her, but being unable to take one of the roses that surrounded me due to the thickness of their thorns, I produced one from my own being and laid it at her feet. The white stone of the statue took a flesh-like hue at this and she became animated with life, though she remained curiously statue-like. As I looked upon her, I saw that she wore a golden sash that looked like a wreath from her right shoulder to her left hip that appeared to drip with a golden dew. I looked at her face and saw that she looked a little like Raphael’s Venus. Then she spoke.

‘What do you want from us?’ she said. ‘Why do you keep coming to us?’ I answered that I came to learn from them and to witness them for what they were in order to elevate myself. The response came not from her but from a night-black figure, male with a heavy neck, shaved head and a face that appeared to have white symbols painted upon it. He spoken into my right ear, in a deep, harsh voice, that I couldn’t have spiritual and worldly growth at the same time. Then another male, identical to the first, leaned into my left ear and said: ‘He is material growth, I am spiritual. We are twins, but we cannot speak at the same time.’ With that, I saw the female statue, whose body was now entirely golden stood between the two, her hands clutching the backs of their heads, as though she controlled them as her slaves. At her bidding, the two men turned into black and brown dogs akin to Dobermann Pinschers and curled up at my feet.

‘Would you lie with the dogs?’ she said. I replied that I would, and sunk, supine to the grass. As I did so, one of them marked his territory on my leg.

After a short rest, a hole in the ground appeared again, and no longer resisting an underworld descent of some kind, I walked into the hole, which took shape as a spiral staircase of an old castle that led down to a dungeon. Lighting my way with the starry diadem of the Morning Star once again, I lit the bleak corridors and saw abandoned hanging torture cages lining the corridor, though this part of the castle had not been used for many years. After passing some large but docile spiders, I came to a grotto with large but scattered agaric mushrooms lining parts of the walls. Above, a shaft of sunlight burned through a fissure in the roof, illuminating a round patch of grass with a few red roses adorning it. As I stood on the grass patch, it began to ascend to the gap in the roof above like a great elevator, and I realised that this grotto was the underside of the great lawn I had seen in the vision of A Beautiful Lawn. As I rose into the sunlight, I noticed that it had a rainbow hue to it, and that I was now approaching the same scene I had witnessed in that vision but from an entirely different perspective. As the patch of grass I stood upon slotted back into place in the world above, I saw that this was indeed the same Lawn as that previous vision and that I had journeyed back in time to witness the same scene from the viewpoint of one rising from the world below back into the light of day.

In the final moments of the vision, I saw the face of the Nigerian woman again, but as a memory this time rather than as a present form. Her name, I recalled, was akin to Falino or Paleno. This name is a possible reflection of the Italian Palino, which derives from the Latin Palare, and its origin Palor, meaning ‘I wander up and down or about,’ ‘straggle,’ ‘stray’ or ‘I am dispersed,’ which fits in with some of the aimless wandering I found myself doing here as well as the dispersal she herself became subject to. This name may also be related to that of the spirit Apolion, who appears in the square and whose name means ‘destroyer.’ Women of African origin also appeared in A Hunting Party, though they were more benevolent and curious than this manifestation, who was malign in nature but pretending not to be.

The name of the spirit Gesegas, which came forth as a disembodied name in the darkness, possibly derives from געש (ga’ash) – ‘eruption,’ ‘quaking,’ ‘storm.’

The theme of holes appearing in the ground occurred in A Beautiful Lawn and A Hunting Party, marking a continuation of the themes of previous visions that only became apparent in the vision of A Beautiful Palace, in which I received the protective, light-emanating diadem of starlight that was of use to me here.

Of the twenty-three Servitors appearing in this square, all have already appeared in the other visions, with the exception of  Adon and Nagid, with Adon’s name being derived from אדון meaning ‘lord,’ ‘master,’ ‘ruler’ and Nagid coming from נגיד, similarly meaning ‘lord,’ governor,’ ‘leader,’ ‘ruler.’ These may be names used to invoke the appearance of the Elemental Kings, as the image of Aphrodite that appeared was similar, but not identical, to my visualisation of Oriens. Whatever her identity, this spirit certainly had an aura of command about her, which was evident in the way she required a sacrifice—as gods do, and indeed as Oriens does in the Book of Offices—by the way that she controlled the two servants who spoke on her behalf, by the way she held their hands fast in her hands and finally by the way that she turned them into dogs. It is also known that when Oriens appears, she comes in the presence of other great kings, including the spirit Baall and her messenger Femell.

An alternative etymology of the name of the servitor Aril (as Haril) given by Mathers is ‘thorny,’ which is more than accounted for by the thorny obstacles that barred physical progress at various stages of this vision.

The name of the spirit Laralos may be from that of Lara, the Greek nymph who had her tongue cut out for not being able to keep secrets, who was seduced by Hermes as he took her to Averna on the threshold of the underworld, which saw her giving birth to the Lares, or household spirits, as a result. Avernus was a volcanic crater in Cumae, the entrance of the underworld in Magnae Grecia, and fits thematically with bowl into which blood ran at the start of this vision as well as the constant pull to places beneath the Earth.

Other points of note about the square are the prevalence of the letter ‘O’ which may signify the double-repetition of the Hebrew word AIN meaning ‘Nothing’ in the upper right and low left-hand corners of the square. Also apparent in its corners are repetitions of the word ORO, which is similar to the Greek ούρο, ‘urine,’ which was represented in the vision by the dog relieving itself on my leg. Oύρο also forms a connection with the concept of the self-devouring serpent Ourobouros, which gets its name from its eating of its own tail and feeding on its own recycled effluence in order to survive. Symbolically, this occurred in this vision with the amount of repetitive scenes and cycles in its early stages, with its ultimate return to the first vision of the Beautiful Lawn, and with the requirement for me to defecate on barren ground in order to encourage roses to grow from it. The Venusian qualities apparent form a connection to the light of the Morning Star in the vision of  A Beautiful Palace and the Venusian symbolism inherent in the Rose.

V. A Beautiful Palace

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Servitors: Alogil, Liriol, Ragaras, Igilon, Sigis, Igarag, Haragil, Oroya (Oroia), Aril, Isagas

The Vision

All around me was the black of night, and from it a series of stars fell from the sky to form a dagger-shaped palace of starlight. It stood translucent until the sun rose in the East behind it, which made it shimmer with golden light and assume a more solid shape. Then Venus rose fast in the sky until it sat like a jewel on the crown of the palace’s peak. I walked towards the palace through the half-light of dawn, walking through a circular garden that bloomed with red roses at its borders.

Entering the palace, I found it to be bare, silent and dimly lit with the only light being that of the blue-grey of the early morning outside. I looked up to the tapering roof of the palace high above me to see the star of morning glowing bright there. Then I began to float towards it, gathering speed. Except I wasn’t floating at all, I realised, but growing in size so that my body began to fill the palace. When I stood fully grown, the light of the Morning Star sat upon my brow, where it emanated three equidistant beams of light into the sky around me. After this, I found myself growing again, getting larger and larger until I could see all of the world beneath me. Soon, the whole planet lay below me as I floated in space to look down upon its globe.

While in space, I looked directly at the sun as it sat distant in its black shroud and noticed it beginning to shimmer, as if it were in water. Then I discovered I was indeed looking at the sun’s reflection in a dark pool that lay back in the gardens of the palace. The light of the sun’s reflection grew brighter until the entire pool shone like liquid gold. A thought came to me to drink from the water, but I was warned from doing so by a sense that doing so would be perilous. Then a well at the edge of the pool drew my attention and I perceived that if I drew water from it, which would surely come from the same source, then I could drink it safely because wells were built to provide drinking water. I drew a wooden bucket from the well on the end of an old, brown rope and saw that the water it contained was ink black, thick and unpalatable. Thinking of purifying it, I took the bucket to the edge of the pool and scooped up a handful of golden water, which I poured into the bucket.

On doing this, the water in the bucket grew tumultuous, as if dark, violent storm clouds swelled within it. From the billowing clouds, white horses appeared which looked like those carved into the Trevi fountain in Rome. Behind the horses, however, was not Oceanus, but Apollo being drawn upon his chariot. The thought then came to me to pour the bucket into the golden pool to make it safe to drink from, but I was forbidden to do so by a foreboding sense of wrongness. Instead, prompted by the same urge, I covered myself with the hybridised water in the bucket with the sense that I could bathe in the golden waters if I did such a thing. After pouring it over myself, my skin shone with a golden film and I plunged into the pool. Rather than becoming deified by the water however, the water became polluted by the darkness I had brought into it. In such a state, the mixture of the pure solar pool and the turbulent sky-water represented the world as it was – a place of darkness and obscurity with enough light in its essence to absolve it from non-existence, but not enough to purify it entirely. Bathing in its waters, however, did seem to brighten the opaque folds that obfuscate the vision of the divine self in our day-to-day routines and experiences.

As the vision came to an end, I heard a voice describing the pool as ‘The Solar Fountain,’ followed by the words ‘his soul remembers,’ coming first as a song then as a spoken voice. The same voice then asked ‘do you play music like your dad used to?’ which made no immediate sense. Before completing the session a final flash came of a flag with a red triangle protruding sideways from the edge of the side where the pole would be threaded through from which four or five vertical red and yellow lines emanated.

For the first time, this vision appeared to be directly connected to one of the previous visions, with the clear glass palace that became solid with the light of the rising sun being the same as that which appeared in the vision of A Pumpkin. Its cited function in that vision—which was giving clear-sightedness—appeared to be fulfilled in the brightness of the Morning Star that adorned my brow and enabled me to experience a vision of the Divine Light and its obfuscation through the veils of the material senses.

Of the spirit names present in this Square, all except Oroya (spelled Oroia in the LBA manuscript) appear in the second square relating to A Beautiful Lawn, with Aril and Liriol also appearing in the fourth square relating to A Beautiful Garden. The name of Oroia was pertinent to the vision due to its origin in it the Ancient Greek word ὡραῖος, meaning ‘beautiful’ or ‘lovely.’ The name of the servant Alogil, who is a possible cognate of the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum’s Eligos and the Book of Offices’ Algor (due to his appearance in the second square of Chapter XXIX of the Abramelin’s fourth book, which makes armed soldiers appear), is apparent in the square’s central cross, while the words around its edge relate to the Hebrew עצרה (atsarah), meaning ‘assembly’ or its root עצר (atsar), meaning ‘restrain,’ ‘stop,’ ‘retain’ and ‘hinder.’ This appeared relevant to the vision due to the sense of foreboding that stopped me from performing certain actions when I was tempted to.

Of the remaining names present, I have tried to account for the meaning of the rest as follows:

• Ragaras – Hebrew רגע (raga’a), ‘break,’ ‘disturb.’ Mathers suggests a Coptic word denoting ‘to bow the head.’
• Igilon – Possibly from Ικελος (Ikelos), the name of a son of Nyx and Erebus, who was a Greek god of nightmares and often appeared in an animal or monstrous form.
• Sigis – Palindromic representation of the Hebrew סיג (sig), meaning ‘dross’ or ‘restriction.’
• Igarag – Possibly from Hebrew קרח (qarach), ‘frost,’ ‘ice,’ ‘cold,’ ‘crystal.’ This may account for the crystalline quality of the palace. Mathers suggests the Celtic carac, meaning ‘terrible,’ which is rather dubious.
• Isagas – Maybe from שאגה (shagah) meaning ‘roar,’ ‘shout,’ ‘yell.’ Mathers cites שגיאה (shagiah) meaning ‘error.’

II. A Hunting Party

 

Wild Hunt

Servitors: Nagar, Gorilon, Liriol, Asorega, Alogil, Ragaras, Igilon, Sigis, Laralos, Gesegas, Nasi, Tolet, Igarag, Aril, Lagasas, Kilik, Kokolon, Isagas, Soterion, Negen.

The linguisitic origin of the word KINIGESIA found in the outer lines of the Square comes from the Greek κυνήγι, ‘hunting’ combined with the suffix -ησία (-esia) which denotes the condition, situation, process or action of something.
The Vision

As the sitting begun, the name ‘Asugul’ came through very quickly, followed by a vision of a mounted fox-hunting party on the bridge over the canal near the entrance of London Zoo. Their leader, a sharp-featured, menacing man whose flesh was corpse-like in hue, approached me aggressively, making me think for a moment that I was their pray and that I should flee, but I stood my ground. As he came closer, he remonstrated with me, saying ‘you’ve got one of them haven’t you?’ As he spoke, I sensed he was hunting something that had escaped him. Not knowing what he was talking about, I denied having whatever he was hunting, but thought he may have been pursuing a familiar spirit who had escaped his custody. Then, on hearing a word that sounded like ‘spray,’ I saw that one of the party had a golden osprey on its arm, which it released into the sky. I followed its course with my mind and saw the world below from its point of view, feeling saddened by the fact that the bird was attached to a long cord and wasn’t free to do its own will. Looking down from its high viewpoint, I saw that there was no trace of whatever it was that the party was looking for. Returning to ground level, I perceived the other huntsmen as a congregation of pallid-skinned creatures with large, bright, yellow eyes gathering around me. At the same time, I also sensed them manifesting in the room around me as small black spots of shadow clinging to the walls.

Then the setting changed to that of a forest, where I saw an old, bearded man clad in grey being sitting on the back of a horse-drawn cart. His left arm was covered in blood up to the elbow and he seemed unable to walk by himself, as if he’d been injured. From previous works, I recognised this man as one of the guises of the spirit Barbatos, a forest-dwelling spirit with links to hunting due to Weyer’s description of him as appearing in Signo sagittarii sylvestris, or ‘as a woodland archer.’ As the old man was led away into the distant forest, I saw his face quickly change into that of a bear, then a lion, then a ram, then a boar then finally a hare. As the cart disappeared down the track, I saw the leg and haunches of a white hare darting away from the scene. Some distance behind the cart came a collection of white-robed, hooded figures who eventually came to a stop at a bear trap and threw a shrouded, human-shaped body into it. Before I could see anything else, the scene faded into darkness in which a line of black women walked before me. One of them was very curious about the square in my hand and asked to see it. I consented and opened my hand, leaving it balancing on my palm for the rest of the session. After doing this, the last of the women, who bore beautiful, Egyptian features approached me and said ‘sit steadfast and see.’ After this, the forest reappeared and I now saw that the body in the pit was that of a bear, not a human, as if it had changed its form after being slain. Around its carcass, fur-clad men gathering around it to eat its flesh and absorb its strength.

This was the last thing I recall seeing in the vision, which began to grow hazy and filled with nonsense words and fleeting images. This signified the time had come to give up and end the session.

The next morning, I noted a curious synchronicity relating to two people, one of whom had the surname of an animal and the other had a surname which was one letter away from the name one of the spirits of the Lemegeton. For privacy reasons, those persons cannot be named here. The most curious aspect of the vision, from my perspective, was the immediate reception of the name Asugul, which seemed familiar but yielded no significant results when a cursory Google search was run, and bore no direct relation to any of the Servitors’ names. Analysing the structure of this name, however, I noted its similarity to words of Semitic origin such as the Hebrew Az, goat, and the Arabic Ghûl, ‘ghoul,’ which is a demonic entity that robs graves and feeds on corpses. More significant, maybe, was the phonological similarity of this word to the Babylonian Assaku and the Sumerian Asag, which were malicious spirits who attacked and killed human beings by means of disease. In conjunction with the word ghûl—or xul in its more ancient, Mesopotamian form—Asag forms the new word Asaghul or Asaxul which, in this scenario, relates to a class of spirits that bring death then feast on the flesh of the slain. This new word, given in this vision as the name Asugul, coincides strongly with the function of the huntsmen who pervaded the scene as well as the fate of the bear that was fed upon as it lay dead in the pit.