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  • Enochian Group Scrying #2: Aethyr 30, TEX – individual report

    We carried out two group scrying session, one on Nov 24th 2010 and one on May 11th 2011.  Despite the time between the two they had a very strong sense of continuity for me. In the first session I had got a vivid visual ‘place’ image, almost a map.

    30th Aethyr mapAt first I had though I was looking at a scene, a simple beach scene, but the anomaly of the night in the top and the daylight at the bottom of this scene had then prompted the realisation that it wasn’t a place but a map of a place.  The image I sketched afterwards is poor and schematic but enough for me to bring the place back to minds eye rapidly.  The written report accompanying the image was as follows:

    4 names, 4 places (air, water, earth, fire-nightsky-stars) but night in fron daylight behind (air: advorpt – can only see air in day) (night: Gemnimb?) but we’re not elementals! (laughs) spaces / steps / place / organisation / structure.

    Gateway

    This gateway (don;t think about behind you or the telling) stay focussed on in front – desert, sandy, red slope to the left, go towards it.

    Maze.  Low bricks in sand, very red.  Space / path in between but not joined.  Great table sigils laid out in ‘3d’ (real) walk among.  Size of a foot space, dance, walk among, find somewhere in table but decline m to go up to see where, too confusing.  standing at advorpt sigil.

    strengthen body of journeyer as body n this space (see if you need to).

    The next session, May 11th 2011

    Waterfall was the first thing seen – tongue, language (fall), going back upstream, to source, as salmon and hence wisdom association.

    Iago, Iagogo

    Then reminded of previous scene, stone wall, field, night sky, morning, stream and the waterfall in the image as the stream.

    but this ‘projected’, a distance from this image

    open to light, let light in, all good souls here

    roebuck ahead, over some green bush

    roebuck in the thicket, wheel of 8, pump to get upstream, move back and forward on stream

    sensation as imagery

    My notes, forming more of a stream of consciousness collection of dream notes than a coherent account, hinted strongly of a sense of ‘stream’, of something like a river journey.  This seems perhaps appropriate, with the idea that travelling through the aires is akin to moving upstream, inland, through the waterways that were pathways.

  • Enochian skrying: Aethyr 29, RII

    Aethyr 29, RII

    Date: Thursday 2nd June,  8pm, day after new moon

    Method: Shower, stretch, relaxation ritual, LBRP, read call, skry with eyes closed

    Result: As read call looked at English version, found slightly unsettling halfway through. Felt soles of feet buzz and a bright white light increasing at edge of my field of vision starting at forehead.

    In a gulley running through a yellow desert landscape. It is white stone tiled, like a purpose built river for running water, but dry. Reaches to about eye level. I walk it for a bit and perceive gentle twists and turns but generally straight, get feeling there is no ending to this.

    Hoist myself up and out. See a wide open yellow landscape of yellow sand under a blue sky. Then a palm tree nearby, on its own amid a few piles of grass. Look up and see jewels glistening like fruit in the branches of the tree, glittering in the sun. I am holding a jewel now, a red ruby set in a golden surround. The gem is cut like the bottom half of a pyramid that has been cleaved in two (I later realise). I look into it and perceive the head of a being, dark and smiling amid red flames or possibly a current of red water. Two long sharp teeth jutting up from lower jaw like a troll, then a kind of vampire-like human. Try to speak to it and ask purpose, says something about “redefine your concept of time” then starts speaking another language poss Enochian.

    I don’t understand, and place the gem on the ground, made slightly uneasy by this being. The tree seems taller and extends diagonally upwards almost at a 45degree angle from the ground. I start climbing it, inching my way up the striped trunk. As I do it seems to extend ever further. This continues and I sense time passing, day turns to night. I get off the tree, no further really than when I started, and chop it down with a nearby axe. It falls and water spills up from the stump like a fountain. It is welcome after the dryness of the jeweled fruits. A small skinny old man with a white beard and hair on either side of his bald head emerges from the top of the tree. He is friendly and greets me. I can’t remember what he said, but gives me a peach. I perceive the surface of the peach, then the skin falls away to reveal the juicy yellow orange flesh. I taste it and it is exquisite. The man throws the peach stone – which looms large in my vision – away and another tree grows from it.

    As we stand there in the daylight again I get the strong sense of someone nearby. A smoky outline, which becomes fully formed. A man riding a white horse. He is very large and imposing, commanding. Has long grey hair that starts just past the crown of his head, a strong nose and jawline, wearing white armour. He passes and doesn’t seem to notice me, I don’t know whether to attract his attention or not. I say something and think he’s going to leave but then he takes me on the back of his horse and this flies up past a gigantic vine, twisting green plant matter. I feel dizzy and think I’m going to fall. I am next to a gigantic purple grape – or I have become very small. Its matte skinned form looms above me but I can feel the juicy inside almost exploding wth potential energy.

    My timer goes and the grape returns to normal size and I fall back to the ground again. Thank and close the space. Feeling of light pressure around temples of head.

    Bit clumsy after – burn a small hole in furniture with incense and spill a bit of ash. Time seems to have gone very quickly. Images not super-vivid but came into minds eye with a flow. Images getting better but conversation with entities still difficult.

  • Enochian Group Scrying #1: Aethyr 30, TEX

    The group met on the 24th Nov, having finished the first cycle of Enochian angelic work at the previous gathering.  This meeting was to be a group scrying session, focussed on the 30th Aire, TEX.

    We chatted about the structure of the rite, with a couple of differing opinions about how we might organise it.  In the end it was decided to go for a rite that was relatively simple and could be easily replicated within an individuals’ own private work.  If we over-complicated the scrying then this would preclude us individually being able to perhaps carry out a concerted series of scrying sessions.

    The rite consisted of our usual temple opening (Qab Cross, LBRP, Qab Cross, Middle Pillar Chants).  The Holy Table and Sigillum had been set out as the central altar, with a large Lamen to one side and the names and sigils of the four Governors of the 30th Aire to the other side.  The mirror was placed on top of the Table and Sigillum.  After the temple opening, we all sat around the central altar arrangement and chanted the  19th Call three times, using the name of TEX in the appropriate place at the beginning.  The Governors names were not called but their presence via sigil and name was central to the altar space that everyone was focussed on.  We then spent twenty minutes in silent individual scrying, at the end of which we all maintained a quiet space until everyone had finished making their own notes with pens and paper that we had arranged to be at hand.

    The chanting was almost synchronous, but the slight idiosyncracies of each persons pronunciations gradually produced a quite powerful effect akin to one I’ve encountered before when using sustained glossalalia in group work.  Hearing and speaking words that are yet to be familiar, let alone easily pronounced, produces a dissonance that disrupts normal consciousness.  One thing was noticeable about the 19th Call, however, which is the strong rythmic section near the end.  There are 5 triplets of enochian words, their triplicity instantly recognisable when spoken out loud, giving a strong structural point of reference that was very noticeable we we went through the chant.

    At the end of the 20 minutes of silent scrying everyone began making notes, writing up their own visions.  It seemed as though each participant had got a quite strong set of images, although we decided not to share them at the moment and allow some space for them to settle.  An account of my own vision will be put up on the razorsmile site in a short while, the other participants may or may not give their own reports.

    All in all a good rite.  We now have our fortnightly break before coming together again.  No plans were set for the next session, although we may well continue with some more angelic work.

    For the curious, here’s Lon Mil Duquette reading the 19th Call.  Ours didn’t sound quite like this to be honest but I’m still unsure about the nature of the pronunciation anyway – more research on this soon no doubt.

    Lon Milo Duqeutte doing the 19th Call