January 14, 2019

Begin: 10:42 am

End: 11:36 am

Tools: the Disc, the Tablet of Earth, Atus IX (The Hermit) and VI (The Lovers)

Weather: cloudy

Based on the audio transcript. Comments in italics.

Again, we are greeted by a feminine voice which says, “Words that echoed in the corridors of time fell prey to the wisdom of folly. Warnings from heaven that never reached the sons of man. A darkness that deceives you, a blindness that becomes you, but would you to have listened just a little harder…”

Once again the speaker is not identified. She seems here to be referring to the Old Aeon, wherein the current of Truth fell victim to “the wisdom of folly,” or that which would seem like wisdom to the untrained ears of the mundane but which is empty and valueless. The “warnings from heaven” are those revelations that were crushed under the heels of superstition and hidden away by those who seek only power. It becomes “a darkness that deceives” and “a blindness that becomes” because it was never learned and never understood.

Lights flashing. The Seer is reminded of stars but as the vision becomes clearer she sees that the flashes are electrical pulses that travel between brain cells. It seems to go on and on, like in the 28th Aethyr. It looks like the cosmic web except she knows it not to be. She sees random images but cannot hold one single image for very long before it becomes another, like the uncontrolled flow of conscious thought. She sees clouds below as if we are high in the sky, then a hawk or falcon flying, circling downward, then another image of being high above, then back to the gray fog and the brain cells.

DES is the Aethyr of logic. As such, there is no intuition here. It is cold, hard rationality and consciousness. The feeling throughout the Aethyr is one that there is nothing beyond logic, that it contains all answers. The Seer felt as though we had entered someone else’s mind and experienced a brief random flow of conscious images.

Everything is now taking a gray tone. The flashes of light continue around us. Ahead of us there seems to be a wall or cliff of some kind through the fog. We move in that direction but soon something stops us. It is difficult to see clearly, the Seer only describing it as “some sort of creature.”

Once again we are confronted before entering the Aethyr.

The Mage greets the entity and asks it to identify itself, to which the entity responds, “Why should I identify myself to you?”

“Why do you bar our way?”

“Why do you walk this way?”

“We seek the 26th Aethyr, DES.”

“In hopes of what?”

“Gaining wisdom.”

“Would you be able to understand that wisdom if it was given to you?”

“Perhaps.”

The entity smirks with amusement but does not move. The Mage again asks, “Who are you and why do you block our path?”

“I am your shadow.”

The Mage gives the Sign of Light and says, “We demand entrance to the 26th Aethyr!”

The vision goes completely dark. We are rising. Almost immediately, the Mage has a vision of deep space, galaxies, nebula, stars, meteors. As he looks at these things, they become mathematical equations, vast complicated calculations describing in the language of science what he is seeing.

The Seer says, “I think we’re in space again. We’re going past the galaxies…there’s flashes of lights and stars.” As we continue to rise, the Seer sees some sort of bubble around us, around everything we’re seeing. It’s like a barrier between the known and unknown. We approach it. We move through it.

This is the first experience on the Aethyrs of a shared vision between the Seer and Mage, though a similar experience happened two weeks earlier while doing an informal scrying of an angel on the Fire Tablet, in which both of us saw the exact same entity. The clairvoyant link between the two of us appears to be strengthening as we continue to work together.

Everything here is a blue-gray color. The universe we just came out of is one of many, many bubbles or cells. Everything in our entire universe is contained within this one cell that is one of countless manifestations. Each one is connected to the rest. Flashes of light move between them. All of them have the same blue-gray color.

The Seer says, “It feels empty. It feels hollow here.”

We decide to experiment and see if we can enter one of the other bubbles. We rise and drop down on to the nearest cell and enter it.

The sky is completely red here and it gives everything around us a reddish tinge. We seem to be on some sort of barren world. All the life is gone from this place.

Once again, just as in the second vision of RII, a low voice says, “The song of a dying sun.” As before, there is no indication as to who said these words or why.

To our right is a ravine. We move to investigate. We discover a deep canyon with sheer walls. It doesn’t look like it was cut with water but rather split by an earthquake. We enter the ravine. Ahead, towards the end, the Seer sees something white. Perhaps ice, it seems frozen. As we approach it seems to move and then freeze again. It has the appearance of frozen gas and is circular in shape. Above us, lights are flashing again.

A voice: “What if you came so far only to discover there was nothing to find?”

“Show yourself.”

A figure appears next to the frozen gas ball. It wears a black hooded robe. It gestures to us with an unknown sign, which the Mage returns. “Will you speak to us spirit?”

The sign given by the spirit began with forearms upraised, palms inward. Together they are moved down and out, in a sort of back-to-back L-shape. It is unknown what this sign means but seemed to be a greeting.

“Would I speak to you of the follies of humankind or the wisdom of the universe but all are empty.”

“We beseech you to be our guide through this Aethyr,” the Mage says. “Share with us what it is your will to share.”

Again we are rising, floating far above. It is like space but far more colorful. The figure in black is showing us galaxies and stars but it seems that we are moving through sound waves. In this universe, it seems to be sound and not gravity that holds everything together. The air around us is thick and every movement causes ripples and ripples. Visible sound and yet nothing is heard.

This image in particular struck the Mage as profound in that it would seem to illustrate a hypothesis that the Enochian alphabet, which is arranged in three sets of seven, may actually be a sort of musical scale with three octaves of seven notes each. This would suggest that the language of the angels is actually a choir and that the entirety of creation was formed in this way. “In the beginning was the Word…” and the Word is Music.

We continue upward until we break through the bubble around this universe and are back to the blue-gray place where all the universes are seen. The figure in black asks, “What if you could obtain the knowledge of that which is beyond you?”

“Would this knowledge bring us wisdom?” the Mage asks.

“No.”

“It is wisdom we seek.”

“But it is knowledge you look for.”

“It is answers we look for.”

“Answers to what?” the entity asks. “There are many answers.”

The Mage replies, “We seek the Truth but there are many Truths.”

“Yes there are,” the figure in black says. “I could show you dying universes, burning worlds, time unimaginable.”

“And yet it would bring us no wisdom.”

“None.”

“What will bring us to wisdom?” the Mage asks.

“That is not what I answer. I could show you many things that make up all you know, all you imagine. But wisdom for you I have naught. Do you want to understand?”

“Show us what you can.”

As this dialog shows, knowledge by itself is empty and void of the true meaning one gains from wisdom. Still, our guide seems to be telling us that all we need in knowledge, trying to tempt us with it even as in the Christian myth of Satan’s temptation of Jesus.

We rise quickly. We are in a gray fog. Flashing lights everywhere around us. Neurons/Worlds, all connected by strands that dance with light that go on forever around us in every direction. It all seems held together by the gray fog.

This is intellectual fog. The intellect cannot survive in the higher Aethyrs and it desperately clings to its own survival. It seeks to glorify the rational mind and will not let go of its illusions.

“Who is the thinker?” the Mage asks.

“What if you saw the thoughts of the Lord?” the entity questions. “Would that answer your questions?”

“Perhaps.”

Flashes of light again. We are back outside the universes. There is an army of horses and armed men swarming down on our universe from someplace outside, like antibodies attacking a virus. The vision vanishes.

The thoughts of the Lord? Is our universe a virus? It was hard to tell in the brief vision what exactly our guide was trying to show us. When the vision stopped, our guide disappeared.

The Mage calls upon the spirit guide to help us continue the vision. The entity appears before us again except that he is now dressed in radiant white robes. A gleaming sapphire blue light shines from behind him and the Aethyr is very bright. The Mage asks for the spirit’s name but gets no response. The Seer feels cold, not temperature-wise but intellectually. It is confusing, cold and hollow. The Seer realizes that this is because this place is Reason without Intuition. In other visions when she would see similar images, they would be very beautiful and enlightening. This place, however, is just cold.

Knowledge for it’s own sake has no value. The more knowledge one has, the more questions must be asked. This is why Da’ath and the Abyss are associated with Knowledge, one can never know all that there is to know. The Knowledge of the Abyss is a trap and the only way past it is with the Understanding one gains in Binah and the Wisdom gained from Chokmah.



We will ourselves to rise higher. We are in what seems to be a cloud. There is a creek running through the cloud and, looking into it, the Seer sees stars reflected back, though there are none in the sky above. There is nothing solid about us, yet the creek flows on. We decide to follow it.

We come upon a woman kneeling by the creek where it has formed a little pool. She is beautiful beyond the ability of words to describe, almost painfully so. She has long dark hair and is very pregnant. She is washing her face and hands in the starlit waters, and now the Seer sees that the stars are not reflected on the water but rather that the water is the milk of the stars. As the woman washes, the stars glisten about the shear gown that flows around her.

A breathtaking vision of Nuit, the Goddess of “Infinite Space and the Infinite Stars thereof.” The Seer was unable to describe adequately the supreme beauty of the woman before her and for the first time since entering DES felt warmth.

She looks up at us and for just a moment her face is that of a skeleton, of death, and then becomes the beautiful feminine face that it was originally. We greet her and ask her name. She answers that she is the Mother of the Stars. The Mage asks for her number.

“712” is the answer.

This number does not seem to equate to anything in regards to its gematria. 7+1+2=10, which is completion. To the Pythagoreans, this number signified deity, heaven and eternity.

“What can you tell us about these waters?” the Mage asks.

“They are limitless potential and limitless deception.” The woman goes back to washing herself in the waters.

Limitless potential in that it is thought and can be formed and reformed into unlimited expressions, limitless deception because none of it is real and, without wisdom and understanding, none of it has value.

The Seer reaches down to touch the water with her hand. As her hand swirls through it she sees that, whatever the substance is, it isn’t water. It feels more like…nothing, like space. Still, the “water” ripples when touched and as she moves her hand, the stars follow it like fairy lights.

With the feeling that we have finished, we thank the Mother of the Stars and the Governors of DES and depart the Aethyr in peace.

With the vision of the Mother of the Stars, we both had the feeling of completion. This final experience seemed to both of us to be an indication of having successfully passed the realms of pure cold logic.

It is quite notable I think that the experience in DES so closely resembles the findings of Gerald J. Schueler in his book, Enochian Magic: A Practical Manual (a book that, it should be said, the Seer has never read). Schueler, whose experiences echo those of Aleister Crowley, mentions being guided through the Aethyr by an angel in black. He also mentions the intellectual fog and, most especially, the vision of Nuit at the end of the Aethyr. This is all very exciting and we feel we are making tremendous progress!

We are planning our next scry for February 4, when we will attempt the 25th Aethyr, VTI. As always, comments, insights and questions may be left below. We encourage your feedback.

Thanks for reading!