XXVIII: Peacocks

Golden Idol


Servitors: Ilekel, Manties, Losimon, Asmiel, Lomiol, Katsin, Apolion, Pakid, Adon, Pattid, Kosem, Milon, Iparkas, Izozon, Nasi, Tolet, Ekalak, Kilik, Kokolon, Alpas, Ipakol, Soterion, Nolom, Amillis.

The word at the outer edge of the square derives from the Greek μυδεικών (mydeikon), meaning ‘mystical,’ while the name forming the central cross refers to the spirit Ilekel, whose name possibly derives from the Hebrew לחלל (lechalel) meaning ‘to desecrate,’ ‘violate’ or ‘defile.’ The lower case letters represent those altered by me to correct the errors that are evident in it in the original text.

The Vision

A long, thick baton made of plant matter and covered with needle-sharp spines appeared. Each of the baton’s spines had a tiny, lidless eye at its end, each of which turned to look at me at the same time, then started shifting around in a way that was quite unsettling to look upon. As I looked at the baton, a peacock came running towards me telling me I shouldn’t be holding it and instructed me to put it down. Entranced, I kept looking at it, and found it opening out into a blue fan that, with its eyes now spread all over its surface, resembled the tail of a peacock. As I noticed this, the peacock standing before me opened his tail in response then proceeded to run past me, telling me to put the fan down and run with him as something was coming. I folded it back up so it resembled the spiked baton again and ran with him.

Then it was apparent that we were in a thinly-wooded forest. Between, or rather above, the trees came a huge giant, crushing everything it trod on beneath its feet. Then, as the giant came to the baton I left on the floor, the eye-spines that ran up its length pierced the flesh of its feet and turned the giant to stone. Then, after a few moments, the stone giant crumbled to dust and revealed a golden statue of a man, somewhat like Michelangelo’s David, but carrying an axe over its shoulder. The Peacock and I approached the statue and the Peacock joyfully declared the freedom of the idol that had been encased within the giant’s great body. Then the arm holding the axe dropped down to its side for a moment then moved again to strike the ground with it, causing a small crack to appear in the earth. As the earth opened, I saw a pool of very blue water in which hundreds of frogs eggs had been laid. This, I realised, was the point where the spiked baton had been crushed into the ground by the giant’s foot, and had now changed from being a baton/tail/fan into a blue pool full of eggs. On inspection, each of the eggs contained tiny, swimming embryos.

Then, from the water, a large, shark-like monster leaped, its maw raised to the heavens, which peeled back lay by layer to reveal a bald-headed figure garbed in a robe of the same blue as the pool and tail feather had been. Its eyes, however, had skin growing over them which opened by the skin being split open into vertical slits with no visible eyeballs within them. As it gazed upon me, it said ‘speak what you wish, or rather, chant it.’ Doing so, I demanded, in a chant, to be shown the true visions of the square. It told me I was already seeing them, but then explained that none of what I was seeing was real, for nothing around us was actually there. The wood around me and everything in it was an illusion fabricated from the matter of my mind, it said, and this illusion could come in the form of castles, buildings, towns, banquets or anything else one could imagine.

The entity then told me that the mechanics by which spirits worked was through influencing the physical matter of the mind to produce symbolic communications. But, he asked me, how could I truly distinguish what was the work of my own mind and what was the work of the spirits communicating with me. As he spoke, I noticed that his feet became those of an ostrich that dug into the ground and that he appeared to be wearing a pink tutu around his waist. On noting my incredulity about such a ridiculous image, it laughed a bellowing laugh. It explained that they could encourage the mind to see anything they wished it to by the power of suggestion, it said and produced random images of foods like pineapples and carrots appeared for no discernible reason. The point of doing this, it told me, was that I had the mind couldn’t control the formation of these images once they had been suggested to it. This being the case, how could one truly determine whether the images impressed by the mind was the product of one’s own communications with the unconscious or some other extraneous entity. It prompted me then to form whatever images I wished in my own mind. On doing this, I noticed that everything I thought of came easily enough but that the things I was deciding to form images of now also seemed to be influenced by something that may or not be of my own mind.

The entity reiterated again that this was how spirits worked. They could manipulate any matter that they wished to by such power, and did so by working at the subatomic level, as they could range in their sizes from that of a particle, to a microbe or to a great giant. In such forms they could alter the forms and movements of anything physical in unseen, invisible ways, being able to effect the actions of viruses and bacteria, the movements of animals, storms, seas and buildings. Even, it seems, the synapses of the brain that produce various thoughts, images, predilections or emotional responses could be manipulated by them. The veils between the unconscious influence of the mind and the activities of spirits, it seems by such explanations, is thin and indistinguishable. To test this, I asked whether I could be made to see things I had never physically seen if this was the case, and the answer was affirmative. I asked it, for some reason, for it to show me a vision of Byzantium, and it proceeded to show me an image of a city with small white houses and red-brown sloping rooves surrounded by larger buildings with great golden domes. I stated to it that this place could be anywhere, and there was no proof that this illusion was Byzantium at all. That, it said, was my dilemma. How could I ever know if any of the things shown to me were ‘real’ in an objective sense if I couldn’t prove it either way. Ultimately, there is no way to tell if one is being deceived or not by the actions of mind, be it due to the actions of one’s own brain or by spirits who, in this vision, claimed that they worked by manipulating it.

Leaving me to consider such things, I sensed its impending departure and asked it to give me its name before it left. In response, the image of a highly intricate red and yellow banner appeared before me with various heraldic images such as lions and dragons stitched into it. In this centre, around a crest of some kind, two flowing ribbons had two letters stitched into them in red, AF on the left side and AS on the right, spelling out the name AFAS. With this, the vision ended.


The Square in question appears to have been corrupted in the original text and so was amended by myself to make its proportions even. The original, uncorrected Square appears as follows.


New Spirits apparent in this square are: Izozon, Katsin, Manties, Pakid, Pattid. Possible origins for these names are:

Izozon – יזוז (izoz), ‘move,’ ‘stir,’ ‘go away.’
Katsin – חצי (chatzi), ‘middle’ or ‘half,’ though the most interesting possibility is ‘moiety,’ which refers to something a single thing being split into two halves.
Manties – possibly from the term -mancy, related to divination, which ultimately comes from the Greek μαντεία (manteia).
Pakid – from Hebrew פחד (pechad), ‘fear,’ ‘dread,’ ‘terror.’
Pattid – possibly from Hebrew יפעת (ipat), ‘splendour,’ ‘brilliance.’

The bottom line of the square reveals a backward expression of the word MIDIKON to give the word NOKIDIM – נגידים – ‘Governors,’ which is suggestive of the influence of the Four Kings, Oriens, Amaymon, Paymon and Ariton, but may refer to any entity in a position of authority over others. NOKIDIM also represents the principle of averse mysticism due to the word it derives from mydeikon, meaning ‘mystical,’ and the aura of averse mysticism evident in the square, with its explanations on how spirits interfere with the laws of cause and effect in invisible ways in the physical world, appeared to confirm this. about it.

The nature of the communications in it had a degree of what a psychiatrist would probably call examples of schizotypal or psychotic thinking, due to the postulated statement that external entities may have an effect on thoughts. Such explanations are not entirely inaccurate, as when uncontrolled through the veils of mental illness and a lack of mystical or magical intent this can certainly be the case. However, most human experiences that can be called religious or spiritual, including visions, shamanic experiences, kundalini or other ecstatic states can quite easily be attributed to forms of temporary psychosis. The key here is the ability to acknowledge that mystical experiences are wilful experiments with the fabric of one’s psychic substance that can be used to tap into alternative states of consciousness by communicating with one’s deep and unconscious self. As the entity, Afas, in the vision stated however, there is a quandary involved in this in that one can no longer truly tell what is the product of one’s unconscious, which has been given free reign to act as it wills for a short time, and what is the product of the encouragement or manipulation of forces that exist beyond it.

The true key to understanding whether what we experience in such states is down to us or something extraneous to us lies in receiving proofs that point to something beyond the self. In these experiments this has happened rather consistently with the reception of words that I have had no prior knowledge off in ancient languages that I only have passing familiarity with. In this vision, this happened too, as the name given, Afas, appears to correlate with the Hebrew word אפש (afas), which means ‘wish’ or ‘desire,’ which is objectively relevant due to the entity informing me I could ‘speak what I wished for’ when it first appeared. It’s nature, then, was the granting of wishes or desires in the way that is mythically expressed in the persons of the djinn that emerge from magical lamps in Arabian lore. Another alternative explanation for this sort of phenomena is that the self has the ability to tap into an objective pool of information that lies beyond it, such as that represented by the Collective Unconscious postulated by the eminent sage Carl Jung. This possibility, however, is no less magical in its postulations than the idea of spirits or daemons having an element of influence over us, but I personally believe that the human mind cannot access information beyond its own experiences, but can be prompted and communicated with by preternatural entities that are extraneous to it.

The Square was created with the Moon at 12º Sagittarius and performed with the Moon at 25º Sagittarius.

XXVI: Giants



Servitors: Ipakol, Imink.

The word forming the outer edge of the square, ANAKIM, comes from the Hebrew ענקים, (anaqim), ‘giants.’ The spirit name, APOKOK, does not directly relate to any of the servitors, but is in close proximity of the name Ipokol, which relates to the Hebrew אפוק (apoq), meaning ‘restraint,’ ‘control.’

The Vision

As many others have before it, this vision began with me standing in a green meadow. This one was of soft, short grass broken up by intermittent sunflowers and situated upon a slight, rolling hill beneath a blue sky with a single, white and wispy cloud hanging in it. I sat in silence there for a few moments and felt a breeze whisper against my skin as I waited for a giant of some sort to manifest. When nothing came I understood that the land itself was a giant, and that it was in fact either a tiny planet, a large moon or a huge meteor with its own perfect and temperate atmosphere. The planet-thing encircled a gentle sun in the same manner that Mercury does, in that is spun only once on its axis in the span of a year so that one side of constantly faces the su and knows no night.

After a few more moments, on noticing how green and perfect the grass was again, I began to think of where the planet’s moisture came from. Listening out for some, I heard the sound of dripping water echoing in a stone cave and followed the sound to seek it out. On arriving at the source, I discovered a small grotto with a wide, open face inside which a soft stream began its course towards the sea. I couldn’t discern, however, where the water came from, as there was no sign of rain in this place yet the water flowed as though fed by some great fountain from above. Inspecting the grassy top above the grotto, I noticed that a plastic pipe had been bored into the earth which, at some point between the crown of the grotto and its innards, generated its own water.

Going back down to the grotto, I discovered this observation to be true and found the other end of the pipe feeding the stream’s source. I entered the shallow pool where the water collected beneath the pipe and felt its softness about my legs and thought I detected the essence of gold upon my skin. With this feeling, I realised that the water was being drawn directly from the planetoid’s atmosphere while the gold was being drawn from the light of the nearby sun itself. After realising this, I saw a stone tunnel, much like the gullet in the cave that appeared in the vision of Steers, which the water entered and nourished the innards of the earth with. I sensed, on looking at the tunnel that it was a blood vessel or feeding pipe of some kind that would go directly to the heart of the giant living being that this planet truly was.

I had no desire to go into the depths of this being’s gut yet, nevertheless, found myself pulled in. Inside, I didn’t view its heart or innards however, but went straight to the giant’s testes which lay inside of its body in transparent sacs. On inspection, I saw that they had the appearance of two disembodied brains. I found myself touching one of the ‘ball-brains’ out of curiosity and heard a booming, echoing laugh fill the stone caverns of its innards. On touching it though, I was filled with a strange knowledge, as if its generative organs rather than its speech or thoughts were its means of communication. The gnosis it transmitted was that of the essential oneness of finding the present moment and merely existing in it without thought, with which came the fuller understanding of everything being animated and filled with a single, monistic life-force of which the separated parts were illusions—the maceration of oneness the demiurge and its archons imposed upon the world that caused us to wrongly believe we are each an island and not the organs or limbs of the same body.

On feeling this, I knew it as time to depart from the giant’s great inverted scrotum and find the shaft through which its seeds departed into the world beyond. The image of such a thing came as a window crossed with diagonal hatches of iron at the end of a long stone tunnel. The world beyond that window, which was set in an old mansion near the sea, was not that which I had entered, but was this world. Outside, the skies were set with thick swarming clouds and the sea beyond the high cliffs on which the old house stood was violent and dark. From nowhere, I produced a pick axe and decided to descend the high cliff to the sea below. On my way down, I discovered another small cave, inside which an idol sat, which at first resembled a Buddha, but on closer inspection, it appeared more akin to one of the wrathful entities of Tibetan Buddism. Its tongue poked menacingly out of its mouth, its eyes were in the shapes of two x’s and around its knees—which were crossed into a half-lotus position—gathered a tangle of writhing snakes. Set around it were a collection of garlands of red flowers, which a voice in the cave told me I too had to provide an offering of. Having no such thing with me, I offered my pick axe instead and asked if this would suffice until I could get hold of the garlands that the cave spirit wanted. The offering was accepted as a truce, but left me in the position of not being able to depart the cave in safety as I no longer had a fitting climbing implement.

Standing at the edge of the cave, I contemplated what to do next for a moment then jumped down towards the rough waters below. Before I hit the water, I found myself back in the house I had been in earlier, which now had the upper part of the grotto dedicated to the spirit who demanded a garland inside one of its downstairs rooms. On the floor of this cave, just before another flowing stream of water, was the exact kind of garland I required, so I picked it up and cast it into the channel of water before me so that it flowed down to the cave in the cliff-face below. On the offering being received, a voice filled the chamber, stating that I now had the spirit’s blessing to go wherever I wished in his land.


Similarities again with the vision of Bridges and A Village with the cave-dwelling spirits, while those of Steers were also reiterated.

The giants in question appeared to be two separate telluric spirits whose presence filled the astral lands they governed. The revelation of the first spirit, who was very benign in nature, was about the harmony and balance of nature as a living entity, while that of the second, who had a more untamed feel about him, was that of a spirit who required offerings to appease him before giving permission to access his territory. Compare this to the manifestation of the Minotaur King in Steers, who displayed a similar desire to guard his boundaries, yet was easily cowed by the threat of a superior magical force. The appeasement the second spirit required may also have been a manifestation of the principle of ‘restraint’ suggested by the appearance of the word APOKOK (apoq) and the spirit Ipokol in the square.

The two spirits of seemingly diverse nature presents the possibility that a spirit and its averse reflection appear in squares that are an even number of squares across and down due to there being a ‘double cross’ in the middle rather than a single one. The figure below better explains what I mean by this, in which the word APOKOK is presented four times in total, twice forwards and twice backwards in order to show the spirit in its upright and averse manifestations.


The Square was constructed with the Moon at 7º Capricorn and performed with the Moon at 8º Pisces.

XXIV: Owls


Servitors: Igarag, Mara, Liriol, Lomiol, Asorega, Asmiel, Alogil, Ragaras, Ismerek, Sarasim, Sigis, Girmil, Laralos, Gesegas, Kosem, Iparkas, Erimites, Tolet, Ramoras, Ekalak, Oroia, Romages, Geloma, Ilekel, Aril, Lagasas, Kilik, Isagas, Ipakol, Amillis.

The word KIKIMIS on the outer edges of the square comes from the Ancient Greek κικυμίς (kikumis) meaning ‘a screech owl.’ The name in the central square is that of the spirit Igarag, whose name means ‘frost,’ ‘ice’ or ‘cold.’

The Vision

A small, brown owl appeared sitting alone in a dead tree in a brightly lit but desolate landscape. Sitting in the daylight was painful to it, and caused it to muster its rage at the light, making the outer shell of the sun split into two to reveal a smaller, darker sun that was concealed inside of it. Then this sun split in half too, revealing a black neutron star it which cast no light at all,. With the coming of darkness, the landscape changed to that of a graveyard set in the midst of a circular grove of thirteen dead trees, and on each of these trees perched an owl similar to the one which darkened the sun. Then a voice came from one of the owls declaring that theirs was the time in which the dead would rise to walk the earth, and then, from each of the graves rose a foul revenant. Then, beams of light emanated from each of the owls, connecting them together to form a thirteen-sided star. In its centre stood a black, vertical column with the black star sitting at its pinnacle. I panned out of this scene to see the graveyard become a circular platform which the rising column stood in the centre of giving the landscape the appearance of a spinning top or kaleidoscope. As I noticed this similarity, it began to rotate, then spun faster and faster until the individual owls and trees became an invisible blur and combined their collective image into the vision of a single owl bearing a golden crown which was flying towards me. On its arrival at the edge of the blurred, spinning world it proceeded to try to tear at my eyes and face with its beak, but could not make physical contact due to its being contained within a world that I stood beyond.

Then, the scene changed entirely and I saw the entrance to a cave lying beyond a green marsh. I sensed that there was a bear or other wild animal inside, but on getting further inside I discovered a ruined old hermit in a blue robe wearing a gold crown who was weeping inconsolably. No words came from his mouth, and it couldn’t be determined why he was so mournful. As I approached him he cast himself into a hole in the stone which formed the gullet that lay between the mouth of the cave and a belly-like cavern below. I followed him into the cave’s gut and found him lying in a pile of crowns with sharp prongs that cut into his skin causing his pain to grow worse, though in the midst of his agony he stopped for a second to adjust his crown which sat askew on his head, as if to maintain his pride. Then, as he resumed his wailing, a slew of crowns came rushing down through the stone sphincter of the gullet above us and buried him beneath them, their sharpened prongs piercing his body with a thousand more wounds.

Then the scene changed again. It was night, and all was still and calm with a fresh, sweet-scented breeze. Atop a distant hill stood a windmill, its sails gliding gently through the air, and in a window at its top sat another owl, or perhaps the same one as before. I entered through the window and saw that the owl had moved inside to sit upon a wooden beam that spanned the top of a bare room with a wooden floor. Then the owl transformed its shape into that of a golden-haired woman wearing a blue dress. She climbed down from the beam and moved to a wooden crank-handle, which she turned to cause the sails of the windmill spin with a great speed, birthing a new wind in the air which travelled at speed across the land to the graveyard encircled by trees. All was peaceful there before the wind arrived, with no signs of the risen dead, and the owls slept upon their perches. But when the wind arrived, it disturbed them from their sleep and they woke as one and seemed to grow wrathful again. And this is where the vision ended.


The Screech Owl cited in the word KIKIMIS is one of the wilderness demons of the Hebrew tradition and an alternative Hebrew name for an owl is a ‘Lilith’ or a ‘night spirit.’ Their desire for darkness and apocalypse reflects their averse nature and their reverting to the form of a single owl after being separated into thirteen separate ones may reflect the numeration of the Hebrew word אחד (achad) – ‘unity.’

The name Erimities present in the square comes from the Greek ἐρημίτης (eremites), meaning ‘hermit.’ This appeared to relate to the appearance of the weeping old man who dwelt within the cave. His blue robe and gold crown are consistent with the colour scheme I’ve noted in previous spirit-work, which also manifested again in the female entity who appeared in the windmill with her blue dress and golden hair.

The servitor Iparkas might be related to the Livre des Esperitz spirit Parcas, known as Partas in the Book of Offices and Foras or Forcase in the Lemegeton. This spirit comes in the form of a fierce bear, a creature I thought I detected the presence of in the cave. He also reveals the location of hidden treasures which may account for the cavern full of golden crowns.

The square was constructed with the Moon at 16º Libra with the sound of owls filling the midnight air, and was performed with the Moon at 17º Scorpio.

XIX: A Village



Servitors: Ipakol, Parek, Mara, Ragaras, Ramoras, Sarasim, Sigis, Girmil, Gesegas, Kosem, Ilekel, Aril, Kilik, Isagas, Alpas, Amillis.

The word MIGIRAS on the outer edges of the square relates to the Hebrew (migrash) meaning ‘open space,’ ‘plot,’ ‘pasture, ‘yard’ or ‘site.’ The spirit name present in the central cross is that of Ipakol, which may be derived from the combination of the Hebrew words יפה (yapah) meaning ‘fair,’ ‘beautiful,’ ‘picturesque’ and קול (qol), ‘sound,’ ‘voice.’

The Vision

This vision was drastically different to any other. Before beginning, I performed an invocation of the Elemental King Egin, who rules the element of Water and resides in the North. Being midnight, the sun was in its diurnal position in the North, and with the sun being in Cancer, it was also in its northernmost position in the ecliptic. With these elective qualities and other honours and sacrifices being made to him, this square was activated by calling upon he alone of the Cardinal Kings.

Once Egin’s assistance had been requested, the vision began with the image of an old book in an ancient library or study. It flicked open to a random page and a black, detached hand pointed a finger at a word. A deep voice commanded me to read the word and tell him what it was, and I replied with the answer ‘Eridanus.’ In response to that came a short rhyme:

Eridanus is where I dwell. Remember this and do ye well.

Following my memorisation of this rhyme, he became suddenly enraged, accusing me of trying to undermine and insult him by some action I had done. He threatened to cause me great pain if I did such a thing again, but I had no idea exactly what this thing was. I guessed at first that the issue came from including the name of my HGA in my invocation to him, but as this is always done with the four kings and generally provokes equilibrium rather than hatred, I discounted this. Another possibility came from the fact that a sudden change in the scent of the fumigatory offering announced that some remnants of Lignum Aloes that had been left in the brazier had gotten underneath the charcoal, changing the scent of the offerings that had been made. To know for sure what the problem was, I asked the spirit to confirm his name to me, which he gave as ‘Aridon’ (not Ariton). I apologised for any offence caused to him, explaining that I didn’t know what I had done to irritate him, but he remained angry.

Despite this unappeased anger, he proceeded to show me some visions of the square’s contents, though the tone of them was hurried and violent, as if his anger was being expressed through them.

The visions directly related to the squares began with the image of the village that had been devastated by the tidal wave in the last vision, though I now perceived it from the viewpoint of one who lived there. The tidal wave, it seems, had been a blessing, for a great fire was in the process of destroying the village when it came and its arrival quenched its flames. From the extinguished fire, a loud hissing noise came and plumes of steam rose up into the sky to form large, billowing clouds.

Then the presiding spirit, ‘Aridon,’ ordered me to drill a hole in the earth with a great augur that looked like a large hand drill that was operated by a hand-crank attached to its side. As I did this, the dragon from the visions of A Big Lake and A Vineyard appeared and slotted its tail into the hole I had drilled. Sitting in such a position, the dragon laid an egg, which dropped down into a watery canyon below, where black figures attended to collect it and nurture it. I realised that this egg was of the same sort as that which had been destroyed by the black woman in the church in the vision of Farm Buildings. Then my attention returned to the dragon, who confirmed that I had carried out most of the instructions to do honour to Egin correctly, but had not obtained the chalice I was supposed to have gotten hold of.

After hearing this, I returned to the scene unfolding in the canyon below the village. In it, a subterranean temple had been constructed and at its heart was an altar with a skull with teeth that had been sharpened to dagger-like points. The skull was affixed to a wooden stake which had a large python entwining it. After showing me this, Aridon revealed his form to me and it was terrible. He had the stature of a giant topped by a horned head and his features were those of a skull which was alight with a flame that was constantly being put out by water before being reignited again. Each watery victory caused vaporous, hissing steams to emanate from the spirit’s charred flesh just as the flames of the village fire—which I learned had been started by Egin’s dragon—had been extinguished by the crashing wave of sea waters.

This vision of extinguished and rekindled flames kept appearing until I got the gist of what they were trying to tell me and extinguished the flame on the brazier and all of the candles present in the room with water from the brass bowl that adorns my altar. It was the presence of fire, it seems, that had angered Aridon, and on extinguishing it—which brought the room around me into a very deep darkness—the intensity of the communication with the King of Elemental Water grew; for he comes at the moment when water extinguishes flame to produce a steam which lets forth the hissing of serpents as it rises into the air.

With his appeasement, I was shown the vision of a great bastion within the canyons below the Earth. It looked misshapen, with fiery windows that gave it the same skull-like appearance that Aridon bore, and the mouth of that skull was a portcullis with many furnaces burning behind it. I was invited in and on my entry I was granted a vision of his seal, the form of which I committed to memory. After it faded, the face of a brown horse appeared, and there was an intense darkness in its eyes. In that darkness I saw visions of furnaces driving metallic, red machinery by the power of steam, and the sound of malign laughter filled the air. Then I saw a series of cells that were also wheels in which walked red-brown horses which were emaciated and very close to death. They walked those metal wheels endlessly, the rotation of their movements providing the motion of the cogs that drove the great engines of hell. All this infernal action and power ultimately went to ‘fuel’ the people that populated the village on the clifftop above, all of whom were clockwork figures living their mundane lives while affixed to tracks or runners that kept them bound to an existence of thoughtless mechanical action.

With this vision came the understanding that the man without will is entirely at the whims of empty, mechanical forces. The bodies of the villagers were two-dimensional and their faces stuck in fixed expressions as their feet rolled along the tracks with no volition of movement. Yet none of them could see the extent to which they lacked control over their destinies because their drives and motives were entirely animalistic with no knowledge or insight into the predicament of their slavery to the Archons. I too had been in this state of slavery until I was awoken to the nature of the machinery of the world below by those who operated it; for such daemons are not intolerant of those who awaken. In their hearts they are rebellious against those who constructed the machinery and their infernal labours grow easier with each pair of eyes that open to the true nature of the World. With each awakening they gain hope of their own liberation, and this being so, all those who come to Gnosis and the knowledge of their own Will they recognise as allies and grant them boons to assist them to bring down the great machinery we have all been bound to. On being shown how the great Archonic system of the World works by one who was himself a vassal to their whims, I smiled and laughed in a state of mild ecstasy, for I knew that what I had been shown was true.

The vision ended with an emphasis that obtaining the correct type of chalice was very important for future works with Egin; and I also saw something which resembled part of a goat’s skull carved into the shape of a jagged knife. Then I saw an image of myself smoking a cigarette and wearing a red t shirt while my eyes shone with pinpricks of red light.


The events in this vision appear to be a culmination of the rite the dragon that appeared in the vision of A Big Lake informed me I should perform. With the absence of a suitable chalice, this work has still not been performed in full, yet I learned something important about the extinguishing of the fires present in the temple in order to evoke Egin properly. The unintended invasion of the wrong incense may also have played some role in his temporary disdain, as the incense associated with the sign of Cancer is Onycha, due to it being formed from the opercula or ‘trap door’ of the shell of a sea mollusc. Attempts to find an incense containing this ingredient had proved successful, and the importance of ‘white wine’ (see A Big Lake and A Grape or Grape Plant for this reference) also became apparent on researching this incense, as it should be treated with a strong white wine in order to sweeten its somewhat piscine aroma. That this scent was replaced by Lignum Aloes, a sweet but fiery scent associated with Sagittarius, may have been as much an affront to Egin as the flames that outstayed their welcome in the Temple had.

The horse whose eye I looked into to see the infernal machinery appeared to be another manifestation of Egin, while the dragon in the world above appeared to be his worldly servant, hatching eggs to give birth to more servants which the shadowy underworld servants nurture in his temple which others, such as the black woman in the Temple—a servant of his foes—wish to see destroyed underfoot.

As well as being similar to the name Ariton,  ‘Aridon’ resembles the word ARIDO that appeared in the previous square. As well as meaning ‘dry,’ this word also means ‘gaunt,’ which may explain the emaciated appearance of the horses.

Other spirit names relevant to the vision received in this square are:

Amillis – ‘worker,’ ‘labourer,’ ‘toil.’
Kosem – from the Hebrew קסם (qosem), meaning ‘magic,’ ‘enchantment’ or ‘divination.’
Isagas – ‘roar,’ ‘yell’ or ‘shout.’
Mara – ‘cave’ or ‘grotto’.
Sarasim – ‘deep roots.’

The position of the Moon during the construction of the square was 9º Aquarius, where it was in close conjunction with a retrograde Mars.

XIV: A Castle on a Mountain


Servitors: Parusur, Alpas, Apolion, Trapis, Aril, Ipakol, Iuar, Kilik, Kokolon, Laralos, Liriol, Nasi, Pliroky (Pliroki), Soterion.

The word on the outer edge of the square clearly relates to Acropolis, denoting a stronghold atop a hill or mountain, while the spirit name in the central cross is that of Parasur, whose name either comes from the Latin paras meaning ‘to provide,’ or the Hebrew פרס (peras), meaning ‘reward’ or ‘prize.’

The Vision

A small, brown, rocky mountain appeared in the midst of a ring of much higher blue-stoned peaks. As I regarded the scene, I saw four beams of light appear from each of the cardinal directions to merge at a central point close to the peak. When they vanished, a cavern filled with gems and treasure was briefly visible under the stone of the hilltop, which hosted an abandoned-looking castle. I followed a stony path towards the top and after a few moments found a stone on the floor with the Hebrew letters, פיוס written upon it. I bent down to pick it up and found it resistant to being prized free, but after a few seconds of grappling it with my fingers, came loose. I picked it up and headed towards the castle which had birds that appeared at once to be both ravens and vultures circling its parapets.

On reaching the castle, I saw a hole in the masonry of its porch, where a closed portcullis barred my entry. This, along with its general shape and high altitude made it seem passingly similar to the arena I saw in the vision of the Wild Animals, but it was by no means the same place. The hole in the wall, I noticed, was exactly the same shape as the stone with the writing on that I had pulled free of the pathway to the door, and upon slotting it into place, the portcullis opened and I was able to approach the large wooden doorway beyond and knock it. The door swung open to reveal a gloomy, stone-floored, circular vestibule that was empty and had no other doorways or passages from which I could pass. On entering, a black, ethereal spirit in the shape of a scorpion appeared. It uttered a nonsense-word that sounded like Usadandy or something similar, which forced me to stop in my steps. I found myself trapped in a room for a while with lots of strange faces and images including a man with a fox’s head appearing in its furnishings and ornaments until I decided to leave the vestibule and fly up to an upstairs chamber where I left a bone as an offering to the spirits that were clearly defending this place from curious explorers. My exchange was obviously received well, for on my descent to the entryway, I found the earth opening up to me, allowing me into the great treasure hoard that was hidden beneath the castle. I was permitted to take as much loot as my arms could carry before finding myself back in my home locking my newly gained wealth into a cabinet.


Considering the meaning of the spirit name Parasur in the central cross, which possibly means ‘reward’ or ‘prize’ and the presence of the spirit Kilik, whose name means ‘wealth,’ it is interesting to note that the meaning of the Hebrew word carved into the stone I gained entry to the castle with, פיוס (piyas) means ‘lottery.’ Both words seem relevant in the context of the exchange and reward that occurred in the vision with my offering being rewarded to a small portion of the vast wealth that lay beneath the castle. With its hidden treasures and guardian spirits who barred the way to them, there appears to be a classic ‘treasure-spirit’ scenario locked into this square. A previous working with this square proved it to be impossible to enter beyond its facades or outer edges too, as the following account shows.

The meditative experience didn’t yield the results I’d hoped for with the castle I’d hoped to revisit, but, on the verge of sleep—which having the square on your head stops you from falling fully into—I noticed the perspective change and the imagery become that which was not by my own design. This involved seeing myself flying high above the clouds with a human shape but crow’s wings, until I saw a castle on a high mountain jutting through the cloud. I headed there and found faceless medieval soldiers operating machinery of war, which appeared like wooden cannons (no metal). A voice quizzed me for a while, asking me questions that required a degree of analysis to answers, pulling deep honesty from my secret thoughts, before asking me who I wanted them to fire a cannonball at. I answered that there was no one I maligned enough to want to cause serious harm to.

While the soldiers on the roof in this vision didn’t appear to be treasure guardians as such, their presence appears pertinent to the person of the Lemegeton spirit Malphas, who appears as a crow, builds high towers, will send armed men to vanquish one’s foes and gladly receives sacrifices. Between both visions, elements of the character of this spirit appear to be present, with the name Alpas—which also appears in this square—possibly relating either to he or to his near-namesake Halphas, who also builds great towers and commands military matters but appears in the shape of a stock dove rather than a crow.

The word that sounded like Usadandy made little sense and analysing it in retrospect reveals nothing of use. It does however feature quite a lot of the letters present in the square, as does the word פיוס (lettered P I U S).

Other spirit names in the square that have not yet been analysed elsewhere include:

Kokolon – possibly from קעקע (koko) – ‘incision,’ ‘imprint,’ ‘tattoo,’ ‘mark branded into the skin.’ May relate to the Hebrew letters imprinted into the stone I found on the pathway to the castle.

Pliroki – difficult to trace. Mathers suggests may be Coptic for ‘burning up.’

Iuar – another difficult one. Closest match with any semantic relevance is the Latin iurandum, ‘an oath.’

III. A Pumpkin

Servitors: Apolion, Nascelon (Naskelon), Nasi, Afolop (Afokop), Kilik, Kokolon, Alpas, Ipakol.

The word found on the Square’s outer edges, KIKAION, comes from the Hebrew קיקיון (see Jonah 4:6-11), which relates to a gourd, which belongs to the same family¹ as the pumpkin.

The Vision

A tall cedar appeared on a brown, marshy, windswept landscape. In its boughs hung a pumpkin, which rocked violently in the wind. In the surrounding branches bells tinkled and electric lights hung, which grew dim with the stronger gusts. As I watched, the pumpkin in the tree rotated to reveal the carved face of a jack-o-lantern which I fully expected to find appearing in this vision. As soon as its ‘face’ was visible, the pumpkin rocked back and forth with such strength that it fell to the ground and smashed into hundreds of pieces. I looked down to inspect its ruin and saw black seeds amidst the slivers of orange flesh that had scattered over the marsh. Rotten hands emerged from the ground to grasp at the seeds, which they took into the earth with them. As I saw their hands return to the world below, I imagined the place their bearers resided in to be akin to Dante’s description of the Vestibule of Hell, where the grasping, self-serving, noncommittal souls dwelled. As I looked down, I saw that I had no physical form, and realised that this was the reason why I didn’t sink unto the earth to join the spirits beneath. Thinking this, I wondered how the huge tree stayed so perfectly upright in such terrain and perceived that it was because its roots ran deep into the bones of the earth.

With my attention coming back to the shard of pumpkin flesh, I saw that one of the pieces had the ‘eye’ of the jack-o-lantern in it. Then I saw another, and decided to wear the pieces over my face to construct a mask out of them. When I did this, a pale, translucent tunnel appeared, which I was prompted to follow through the marshy landscape. It led to a small village with two wind turbines on its edge, and a tall, wooden house with a wedge-shaped roof rising over it on a small hill. I flew up to one of its windows, where I noticed I now wore the form of a crow. At the window, a black figure awaited me, whose name formed in my mind as the image of a doll, which led to me perceiving his name to be Adolon. As I landed, he spoke to me with a harsh whisper, asking ‘do you have it?’ In response, I dropped one of the black pumpkin seeds into his hand. He devoured the seed and prompted me to do the same. I held a seed in my beak and listened to the spirit’s instructions on how to eat it. As I did so, I became aware of a faint kundalini response which came with an explanation from the spirit about what the seeds actually were. They were souls, he said, that one devours into one’s being just as one takes a soul into the body upon birth then passes out of it again upon death. After eating his seed, he thanked me and asked what I wished for in return. I told him I wished for an increase in daemonic and spiritual awakening in the world, but he denied this as it was beyond his capability to assist with and bade me to ask for something else. I stated that I did not have any great desire and was content to act as his intermediary. In response, he directed me to go to a castle that lay to the west (explaining that he was in the North) and speak with its tenant. This I did, where I found the castle to be entirely made of glass.

Inside, an old woman with grey skin, hair that was equally black and white and a face that had a large mouth but no eyes, greeted me. She explained that the crystalline castle represented clear sight, which she pointed out to be a great irony as she lived there but was blind. She stated she would allow me to take refuge there and visit whenever I wanted to. So, in human form, I entered and took residence in a small cell of stone and wood which was filled with a moderate collection of books. Before long, a face appeared in the square glass window of the blue metal door that barred entry to the room. It belonged to a spirit with a grief-stricken expression, who said ‘do open the door and let me in, would you.’ Having had many experiences in astral travel and at the edge of sleep where I am asked to ‘open the door’ and allow entities to enter something (myself, I assume), I refused and said ‘what is your name, wretched spirit?’ It replied, ‘I am called Doolas, for I am sorrowful.’ I opened the door slightly, still barring entry to the cell, and saw that its body was thin with starvation. Recognising the name of this spirit, I asked it to confirm more about its identity, asking ‘art thou Volac?’ At the mention of this name, the spirit grew furious and tried to grab one of the pumpkin seeds from me, which I now held one of in my hand, demanding that I gave it to him. In response, I slammed the door shut and it disappeared.

Then the vision began to fade and my mind grew still and silent. In this state, I grew aware of the Square I held in my right hand growing heavy, then felt something heavy in my left hand too and perceived that I was holding a book. In my mind’s eye I saw that it had a worn orange cover, with words that I could barely read marked all over it. Then, after scouring the cover, I found that I could just about make out the title, which was ‘The Historical Approach to Magic,’ and this is where the vision ended.

Due to the time of year, there was little chance for synchronicities involving pumpkins to present themselves. However, allowing YouTube to play recommended videos beforehand involved one in which a graphic of three pumpkins appeared while I was in the final stages of preparation.

The received name Adolon comes from the Greek ἄδολον, meaning ‘sincere,’ ‘true’ or ‘honest,’ while the similarly named Doolas is a Book of Offices cognate of the Lemegeton spirit Volac and has a likely etymological origin in the Latin Dolorosus, ‘painful’ or the Greek Δούλος, ‘slave.’ Notably, a phonetic variation of the name Volac appears in the Square with the spelling FOLAK, as does the English word ‘pain’ and the Greek PEINA (Πείνα), meaning ‘hunger’ or ‘starvation.’

Of the names of the servitors apparent in this Square, the most prominent is that of Apolion, whose name appears in the line spelling ONAPOLI. This name is derived from Apollyon, the Angel of the Abyss in the Book of Revelations, and means ‘destroyer.’ In the vision, the ‘destroyer’ was the great wind which caused the pumpkin to fall from the tree and disintegrate. Also present is the name Nascelon (here spelled Naskelon), which is reminiscent of the name of the Philistine city Ashkelon, which was denigrated in Zephaniah 2:4 for its prominent idolatry and was cited by Herodotus as being the site of the most ancient temple of the goddess Ashtoreth. The name Nasi derives from the Hebrew נשי meaning ‘womanly’ or ‘effeminate’ and may have been reflected in the feminine entities that appeared in both this and the vision of the Square relating to A Hunting Party. Another name that appeared in both this and the last Square, Kilik, possibly comes from the Hebrew חַיִל (khil) meaning ‘power,’ ‘strength,’ ‘bastion,’ ‘army’ and ‘wealth.’ This spirit may be an alias of the Grimorium Verum spirit Khil who is connected in function to the Lemegeton spirit Agares—whose name also appears in this square with the spelling Agaros—due to their shared ability to cause Earthquakes. The appearance of the spirit Alpas is also of note, as his Lemegeton cognate Malphas appears as a crow and causes the construction of houses and castles, which all form pertinent aspects of this vision. Other evident names include Kokolon, which has a possible origin in קלון (qlon) meaning ‘shame,’ ‘infamy,’ ‘disgrace,’ ‘prostitution,’ and Afolop, which may come from אפל (afol) meaning ‘dark,’ ‘leaden,’ ‘gloomy,’ ‘black,’ ‘dim,’ ‘obscure.’ With the alternative spelling Afokop found in this square, however, the latter of these two final names also has the additional meaning אפק (afoq) denoting ‘strength,’ ‘restraint’ or ‘a stronghold or fortress,’ and אופק (aofoq), meaning ‘vista’ or ‘horizon,’ to consider.

¹ Cucurbitaceae.