Animis factis Magorum Tolpanis

Being the Spirit Actions of the Magicians of Tolpan

6:00pm June 14th 2010 - Sydney, Australia.  
The Fire Tablet: The Banner Angels Oip and Teaa

There were only four of us this time - we each sat at a quarter. A different experience.

The Vision of Oip

I hear a the sound of a banner or flag flapping in the wind behind me. I open my eyes to see a vast battlefield strewn with corpses stretching before me. All is silent except for the banner waving behind me. It bears the Enochian letter Med (O). Further off I see another banner stuck in the ground bearing the Enochian letter Ur (L) - or perhaps Gal (D) - but it could just be a mirrored image of Ur (L). In any case the impression is of banners everywhere with every letter represented. White feathers are raining from the sky. The ground is covered with the bodies of angels, all wearing burnished silver armour. I can see golden hair falling out from beneath their helmets. The field is a mass of shining silver and brilliant red from their cloaks and blood. The ground is muddy, as though it has soaked up the blood from the slain, and everywhere swords, spears, arrows are thrust forth from the mud and aI have to very carefully pick my way across the field. I am scrambling over bodies and blood, and mud and avoiding sharp blades. The only sound is the wind and the banners waving.

The atmosphere is almost that of an enormous explosion that literally only just settled the moment before I arrived. The banners of letters bring to mind the phrases "Battle of Angels" "Battle of Spirits", "Battle of Letters."

I see crows or ravens in the sky - I'm inclined to say ravens for some reason. I think I see some black feathers amongst the white drifting down from the sky like snow. I turn around and see a short distance away, down a slight incline, the black birds are swirling around a single corpse like a tornado of black wings. I hear their cawing echoing across the field. I feel a mild sense of urgency as I start picking my way across the field towards the body they are tearing at. I half think I hear the cries of a living voice. As I get closer the whirlwind of birds is suddenly blasted away as a brilliant light explodes forth from the ground and a glorious, shining angel stands there in all his glory, full of life, strong: resurrected. I think I even hear heavenly choirs singing somewhere. Very Hollywood. He lifts off the ground into the air. I hear more explosions of heavenly sound, and light shines forth from bodies all around me. Gradually the entire battlefield is wreathed in heavenly light and the armies are resurrected, flying up into the sky in a cacophany of choral sound and beating wings, leaving behind a barren brown plain of earth with no sign of battle or blood or debris anywhere.

To my right, in the distance I see a familiar looking figure - EDLPRNAA. The Kind of the Fire Tablet. He stands at the bottom of a low hill watching me keenly. From this distance he appears largely as he did in my last vision of him in 2005 - a man with a white (painted?) face and thin beard around his jaw and mouth. His robes are heavy and thick, made of red, black and gold. He lashes out his arm and an enormous tongue of flame flows towards me, missing me to my right by a few metres. I am a little alarmed as he seems to be attacking me. He fires off another blast to my left, and the ground splits open around me, rumbling. I look up into the sky and suddenly I am flying, borne through the air. At first I think it is me flying, but then I realise I am being carried away by an angel - I believe the very same one which first was resurrected.

We fly across terrain - desert, lakes, hills, forest (I get a little memory of Bastion riding Falcor the luck dragon in The Neverending Story, music and everything) until we touch down in a tranquil meadow with long green flowing grasses. In the distance I can see mountains, and I feel that the battlefield we have come from lies at the base of them.

I ask this angel if he is Oip and he says yes. I test him with a Fire invoking Pentagram and he responds smoothly. There follows a discourse which was markedly different to those I have with the Seniors. This angel is very clear in his statements and direct in his responses. He seems much more human, and perhaps paradoxically, both simpler than the vast Seniors and more wise and all encompassing than them.

Oip explains that his nature is the cycle of Conflict, Peace and Retribution (with each letter representing this circle respectively). I see in my minds eye his name arranged in a circle with O at the top, flowing down clockwise to I then around to P and then back up to O again. A cycle. However his says true nature is the transcendence and elevation above this cycle - Triumph, Glory, Victory. From within this circle a new line emerges thrusting up, breaking the circle's circumference. The theme of Resurrection rings strong in my head. The previous cosmic drama now seems an illustration of his nature.

I ask his symbol: He thrusts his elbows out to his side (still in armour) and his forearms angle in towards his body. His head lolls before rising to the centre and two lines extende up above the angle of his forearms to create ihs symbol (still trying to find the best medium to draw these and upload them) - I asked if this was a gesture I could use to connect with him as well as his symbol and he indicates yes. 
I ask his scent: Ashes. I probe this response for something more workable and it's almost as if he thinks and says frankincense. Cinnamon comes after with some further thought.
I ask him what his relationship is to Teaa and Pdoce: He says they are all equal, they are all of the same.
I ask him what they would say about the relationship between the three of them, and he almost seems to evade my question. The suggestion is that I ask each of them.
I ask why Edlprnaa, the King, tried to harm me: he says it was a demonstration of his power and authority. He explains that he and the other Banner bearers are "of him."
I ask how his force operates in my life: in the cycle of loss and success - his action is the progression beyond each cycle. Without him the cycle would be endless.
I ask if he can help me in my mundane life: He says yes and seems to give me some very basic instructions for sigil creation and anointing. The colours of the sigil are white or grey and the background seems to be brown.

The conversation ends and he again lifts me up and bears me back to the great earthen plain, formerly covered with corpses. I think I see the King in the distance again, watching, warily. The scene disolves and resolves into the room I began in, ending the vision.

DEBRIEF

It occurs to me that Oip's giving of frankincense and cinnamon as his scents after though were more his trying to fit his nature into a framework I understand. I had his solar nature in my head, as well as the martial scene I ad experienced, hence a solar and a martial scent were given.
After drawing the circle of Oip's name I had the impression of, and then the upward line I was immediately reminded of the whirlwind of ravens, which was broken apart by the rising of the great angel in the centre, who then launched straight up into the air.
Soror L had almost the opposite experience to me - the Seniors were more personal and these Angels were more distant and obtuse. All of us experienced the presence of the King in our visions, and we agreed that he is close to them or they to him, or that they are bound together in some way. Others had more specific symbols such as the throne of the King or his crown. Soror V and Frater SC said they had whirlwind imagery in some way as did I.

Animis factis Magorum Tolpanis

Being the Spirit Actions of the Magicians of Tolpan

6:00pm May 16th 2010 - Sydney, Australia.  
The Fire Tablet: Seniors of Venus and Saturn

We skried two Seniors of the Fire Tablet this time - each vision was a little shorter because of it, but still very detailed and interesting. I need to be more methodical with the questions I ask - I'm usually a bit dazed and confused - or perhaps staggered by the detail and richness of the imagery I'm getting and usually only ask what comes to mind. Will work on this for future visions.

The Vision of Aapdoce

The circle is filled with a ribbon of fire which races around like a flaming bird leaving a burning trail in its wake. The circle is then engulfed in fire - a pillar of fire in the centre. An angel of fire with fiery wings appears. It looks over its shoulder at me. I am pulled down into the floor by this angel. Its face fills my vision - flaming eyes, a face entirely of flame. 

My view begins to widen, as though I am moving away from the angel's face. I see it's great wings rising either side of its head, and I begin to see that they are beating in flight. Above its head and between its beating wings I see the blazing red ball of the sun in a bleached sky behind it. I see that this giant figure is flying over a vast desert of rolling dunes. I am now standing far away from the angel but it still looms large in the sky like a massive bird of fire with the red sun behind it. It has two talons like a bird of prey - the right talon scoops up sand from the desert as it flies, crushes it tightly, and then scatters emeralds below. Its left talon is locked around a brilliant source of purest white light which I can't identify. I am seeing this all from a great distance, standing on a desert dune, but because the creature is so enormous I see it with great clarity. 

I hear a great deep creaking sound. behind me and turn to see a colossal tree trunk reaching into the sky and out of sight. It has few branches and no top that I can discern, but is mostly brown bark as far as I can see. I hear a voice or perhaps I understand that this tree is "the link between the Tablets and the Sigillum Dei Aemeth; what you climb to ascend the Aethyrs." I see that this great angel is in flight between the Sun and this great tree, always travelling, seeming not to come nearer the tree. 

I am now standing elsewhere in the desert between the Tree and the Sun, as the great talon from the flaming angel reaches down to grab the sands, crushes it and scatters six giant emeralds about me. As they fall I see a green humanoid figure flash up out of each one, before the giant emeralds shatter into piles of tiny green jewels, and the figures are pulled into the sands. 

I think I am pulled into the sand with one of them. But I find myself in another square hall filled with white light, the centre occupied by a great Eye looking at me. This one is reddish and cat-like. I test it with the Fire invoking pentagram, which is again repeated, emblazoned in the air about the Eye. I ask if this is Aapdoce. 

"I am he, I am the beginning of he, and I am he." 

I ask: What is his nature?: Flight, follow, beautify, grace. 

I ask: What is his scent?: Bergamot, basil

I ask for its symbol: A line traces down the floor towards me, and then splits into two perpendicular lines which curve up in a loop which then sweeps down and out. (again, I'll try to attach images of these)

What is is number?: 627 - or possibly 727 (this is not his measure but his number)

I ask what his wings denote: Grace

I ask what the emeralds denote: Followers (his words: :"They are of me, and I am he.")

I ask what the light in his left talon denotes: The Secret Fire. (the word Wisdom comes to me, but I think that was just my thoughts intruding)

I again don't have time to encounter all of the Followers, but I see the second - A - whose nature is "lost, alone, despair" (like a small lost animal, not knowing what it is looking for) and the third - P - whose nature is "many places, being spread" (like a flashing figure simultaneously before me, then in many other places int he room as well)

At this point I am drawn back to the Eye. I want to ask again about this Secret Fire, but all Aapdoce says is "The Secret Fire is within you. You hold the Secret Fire." We come back to the room and commence the next vision. 

The Vision of Arinnap

I hear a rustling sound about the circle, and suddenly a great pressing mass of leaves surrounds the circle. It encroaches further and further, I see others in the circle being engulfed and enveloped by them, seemingly unaware. I feel these leaves flowing over my shoulders and surrounding me. I am completely enveloped by these leaves. I feel them shifting and quivering all about me and begin to feel scratches on my skin. I feel tiny twigs piercing my body, my head falls back as if trying to gasp for air from above, and just as I am about to realise the true pain of this the leaves melt away from me, leaving me staring at the night sky full of stars. I don't believe there is a moon - but I'm uncertain of this detail. I hear the ocean below - I am standing on a great, wild coastline of tall cliffs overlooking the sea, black in the night. There are ruins all around me, stone blocks broken, half toppled columns. In the distance behind me I see the looming black silhouette of mountains. From where I stand I see a huge cave mouth in the side of one of these distant hills with light issuing forth from inside - flickering slightly. 

I start walking towards the mountains and this great cave, away from the sea. The ground is covered with thick wet grass - I think I am barefoot - and I sometimes pass the looming shadows of trees and copses. The ruins continue for a time and then they too are left behind me. The cave mouth in the side of the mountain looms large before me. It is a massive opening and I feel dwarfed by it. For a moment I see myself from above approaching this cave, a tiny figure, the light from inside spilling around me, illuminating bare brown earth, packed firm by many feet. 

I walk into the cavern, and it quickly opens out into a great chamber of rock. Around the edges there are beautiful cave formations brightly lit. I can see no source for the light. From the earth in the centre of this great space leaves burst forth, multiplying and growing up and outwards until a vast figure of leaves and vines and greenery is formed. It stands over me. I trace the invoking pentagram of fire. It begins to repeat but falters on the final stroke - unable to connect it to its beginning. I trace a banishing pentagram of fire and the figure disintegrates. The floor of the cave is strewn with leaves and debris. I see a twig on the ground, and for a moment there is just that twig and a single leaf. I think I picked up the leaf and examined it - is it green or black? Or gold or silver? 

On the wall at the back of this cavern is a black obsidian surface. I must climb the rock a bit to reach it. I stand before it, looking into it and there is suddenly flame all around me and I am pulled through a long tunnel of fire into a familiar sort of square room with a great Eye in its centre. This Eye is purest black at its heart, and is endlessly weeping thick, black oil which pools on the floor beneath it. The light filling the room is still brilliant white, but there are streaks of blackness throughout. The pentagram it traces back to me is made of black fire. 

It gives me its symbol - a triangle blazes in the centre of the eye, a line bisects it from the top vertex and when this line reaches below the triangle it splits into two lines which curve up to meet the outer two vertices, splitting in two again when reaching them to make two small curls (image on its way)

I ask it its nature: Sorrow, despair, consolation, loss, solitude. 

I ask it its scent: Ashes

I ask it its taste: Seared or charcoaled meat. 

I ask what the leaf creature I encountered was: it was the P of its name (arinnaP). I understand that it could not complete the end of the pentagram because it IS its end, or something like that. On its own it cannot complete itself. (I reflect that perhaps the cave was the abode of P, just as the spirits of the letters of the other names resided in square rooms - and that the tunnel of fire I went through was me passing through the other rooms or caverns. I also reflect that below P on the Watchtower is the edge of the table - nothingness? A barren coastline of ruins falling into a wild night-sea?) 

I have time to meet the second letter of Arinnap's name - R - whose nature is despair. 

I am again standing on the cliff overlooking the sea, and I see a great ripple in the ocean below, as of some giant thing emerging from the earth beneath me into the water. A great black, slick shape erupts from the waves and into the air - I think there is an Eye at its head. It flies across the sky like a sinuous black ribbon before plunging back into the waves. 

I am brought back by the bell, leaves surrounding me and lifting me up through the floor to the room. 

DEBRIEF

AAPDOCE: Almost all of us saw emeralds. Another of us saw a bird of prey and had lots of fire. Another agreed with the scent of basil. Deserts were common (one of us had pyramids) Another saw a great tree in the desert as well I think. I am doing some examination of "Secret Fire" and the numbers I was given: 

ASh NSThRH - 1016. 
YVThRTh - what is redundant or overlapping
YShB BShBTh - "Dwelling in the Past"
YVThM - Yah is Perfect
YThVM - an orphan, a fatherless child
ChShBVN - combination, reasoning; judgment, penetration; pr.n. "Alliance"; a contriving, device; a contrivance or invention (for war); engines or instruments of war.
ChShChN - needful necessary
YRQVN - greenish-yellow (the color of decaying vegetation); paleness, ghastliness.
A'aRMVN - the plane tree

Notariqon - AN - 701AN - where?, whither?; ah now!, ah I pray thee!; to be nothing, naughty, wicked; to make effort, labor; to be exausted, to suffer; to earn by labour
AShTh - woman
MNHRVTh - riverbeds or channels, clefts or dens
ARK - to be arranged, adjusted; to stretch out, be long; to wear on; adapted, fit; long, enduring; delay

AN - 51 (lots of words, but here's a selection)
MChBH - concealment; a hiding place
LAK - to go (business or errand); to send or dispatch
GChM - to glow, to flame; pr.n. "Live Coal"

627 = AL NQMVTh (God of Avengings); MTzVTh HLVYM (the charge or duty of the Levites) 727 = MVTzAY BQR VA'aRB (the ports of morning and evening (east and west as connected with the rising and setting of the sun) ); NQVDH RASHVNH (the Primordial Point, ie Kether - Especially signifies the instant of emanation before which there was no revelation); MShNY A'aBRYHM (on both their sides); ZYQYM (burning arrow); A'aLYZIM (exalters)

ARINNAP: We were almost uniformly all quite disturbed by the vision of Arinnap. The colour balck was almost ubiquitous. Ash and the flavour of burnt meat also resonated. Another of us had a similarly Chthonic vision to mine - only with more tentacles. Others saw mountains at night, and a cliff by the sea. Most of the symbols we individually received contained triangles. Another of us also had a lot of leaves and a few others had the experience of physical pain and/or mortification. One or two had sexual elements to their visions, unlike me. 

Interestingly, Soror V had an experience of mistakenly seeking the Saturnine experience when we had invoked the Venusian Senior, and vice-versa. The second spirit she encountered kept saying "Nogah La" - not Venus. 

Animis factis Magorum Tolpanis

Being the Spirit Actions of the Magicians of Tolpan
4:00pm April 18th 2010 - Sydney, Australia. 
The Fire Tablet: Luna Senior

A brief intro to the work we've FINALLY commenced, and then the work itself. Yes, we finally got our group off the ground. The core four originally involved have lost a member (Frater D may work with us in future if he can), but we've gained about 10 more folks keen to work with the Enochian corpus in a group setting. At this, our first meeting, we had 9 magicians (not a particularly Enochian number - 7 would have been perfect, however considering we were invoking the Luna Senior, 9 was perfectly fine!). Soror L, Soror V and I were sort of de facto convenors (Soror L having done the work of organising the venue and FB events with much gratitude from all). First order of business was agreeing on the ritual structure - we used the ritual from Duquette's Enochian Vision Magic as a basis - and pronunciation of names. I "played Lon" and read the separate parts, guiding the ritual - this was an interesting challenge as I remember at the workshop Lon ran it was so easy to slip into trance - I remember seeing the room and the chairs and everyone in it being blown away by a storm of wind and sand and debris leaving a very Enochian terrain. This was more difficult. I didn't actually slip into trance until we had completyed the invokations. I read the 6th Key (we originally decided I'd read it repeatedly in Enochian until the energy had built while the rest of them chanted the Nalvage words, but I ended up saying it 7 times, with the fourth time in English without planning to at all - it felt suitably like what Lon calls "plugging in upstairs" - VERY empowering. I was virtually trembling by the end. We set up the space with a basic SDA on a round piece of MDF surrounded by four pillar candles, and the Ensigns I'd drawn on paper scattered around in the approriate arrangement, and the nine of us sitting in chairs in a circle around this. I had a paper version of the Lamen and held it up on "Behold the Lamen..." We burnt frankincense. We ended the opening of the ritual with an evokation of the hierarchy in Enochian, where we all chanted the names 7 times together, building to the final reitteration of "ALNDVOD" repeated together ad nauseum until we all faded into our own journeys...

The Vision of Alndvod

The room darkens. Shadows draw up to the edge of the circle, obliterating the world outside. In the centre of the circle the candles are dimmed. I become aware of a sound as of feathers being ruffled. Standing there in the centre is a hunched, man sized figure robed in green feathers, it looks over what seems to be its shoulder in my direction and its eyes are aflame. It lifts off the ground and into a star filled night sky, the Moon hanging full and purest white above. Without hesitation I leap into the air and follow this figure; the air is cold and the wind rushes past me. I find myself flying on the back of this creature, feeling the feathers under my hands, the flames from its eyes streaming behind. We are flying over the ocean at night. The ocean is tempest tossed and colossal waves reach up to drown us, but when it seems like the ocean itself is going to shatter the sky great sheets of flame and lightning stream out like a fiery barrier, forcing the ocean back down. Rather than this being the sea being beaten back by the power of fire, I get the sense of the dynamic tension between the watery Luna and the fire of the realm of the OIP Tablet - the interplay of opposites.

The green feathered creature with the flaming eyes flies straight at the Moon and is engulfed by it. The shining white circle of it fills my vision, a black letter Lamed blazes forth and I too am engulfed by the light, pulled into it.

We drift down into a square shaped room with a very high vaulted ceiling, stone walls and columns, wrought iron candelabras, etc. It is furnished with armchairs, tables, shelves around the edges filled with dusty books and objects. There is a fireplace on one wall, and a door in each wall adjacent. In front of the fireplace there are two chairs and a game of chess set up on a small low table between them. I see an abacus on a table behind.

The feathered figure stands near the chairs at the fireplace watching me. I realise that this is the L in ALNDVOD, and not the spirit itself, and that this room is the square upon which L resides on the Great Table. L walks to one of the doors and opens it. Brilliant white light streams forth and I see beyond another square room, this one filled with white light, so much so that the walls themselves are washed out and indistinct, but I can see that there is a door in each wall. In the centre of the room is a great Eye staring at me. It floats above the floor, white light radiating. I ask if this is Alndvod and I hear/understand the reply that it is it's Beginning and beyond are Followers, all Begin with it, and it is He. I look behind me as a great wind flies through the room I just came from, blowing open the door on the wall oposite, and then the doors on a series of rooms beyond, so that I see that this Eye is the A and each subsequent room is the abode of the spirit of another letter of Alndvod's name. I have an image (rather than actually seeing) of this great Eye flying across the night sky with six small green feathered creatures flying behind, flaming eyes trailing. The Eye seems to have a black pupil, and probably black iris, but if I think, it may have been brown - but it's overall feeling is of bright light and whiteness.

I return to the Eye and make a fire invoking pentagram. The gesture is repeated by it being emblazoned in the air surrounding the Eye. I imagine the Hebrew letter Ayin as a question (the Lamed I saw before had a clear meaning) and the answer comes that yes this is A, but I only see it as Ayin because of the way my mind works. It could be seen as any number of connected ideas connoting "A." I ask Alndvod what is his nature: He says following and tension. I ask his colour: Green. I ask his scent: charcoal and mint. I ask his taste: sweet & sour. I ask what symbols/items he bears: "I carry a Star, and nothing else." I ask if he has a symbol with whicih I may work with him: Two slanting lines trace down before the Eye to make a downward pointing arrow, then on the floor a single line draws down towards me, and then splits in two - each of these then curves up and makes two spirals. (I'll try to attach an image...) I was given a gestural form of this symbol as well. I ask if he has any lessons on Healing. He says no. I ask what he has to teach. He replies "You teach." (I am a teacher, so I take this as a kind of Enochian joke). I reply that I want to learn. "Your heart does, your head wants to teach." I thank Alndvod and ask if I may meet the rest of the Followers of which he is the Beginning. He gives assent.

I pass through L's room again, he stands by the fireplace and watches me. I ask him his nature: Tension (like the ocean and the fiery sky). He watches me pass through to the next room.

The next room is shaped exactly as the previous, only it is bare of furniture (I think). Another green feathered figures - N - darts from wall to wall to floor to ceiling like a bullet. It flashes right in front of me before stopping. I ask it its nature: fierce, cutting ties, severing. It almost feels like it is a great pair of scissors with only one function. It seems to be offering to cut something for me, or perhaps even cut me. I thank it and say I don't need it right now before hurriedly moving on.

The next room has no furniture but has a great bowl cut into the floor and a booming sound louder than a thunderclap and echoing deeper than the deepest cave blaring at me. A great sphere of dark light swirls over this bowl and in the centre floats another green feathered creature - D. I ask it its nature: size, big-ness, vastness, girth, SOUND.

The next room has a similar figure to N, but V darts more gracefully and easily. With more purpose than the unpredictable and fearsome N. I aks it its nature: darting, changeability.

The next room also contains a sphere, but this light is white with a very faint bluish tinge. In the centre of this sphere floats O, revelling in the space inside, swirling in circles one way vertically, horizontally, one direction, then another. I ask it its nature: freedom within boundaries.

As I reach the final room I see a fountain of water flowing up from the floor like a spout. I think I catch sight of D floating up through the jet of water and perhaps sitting on the fountain at the top, but Soror L is ringing the bell for us to return. I am pulled back through the rooms rapidly, doors slamming behind me. I see the door to the room with the Eye - A - swing shut, I echo a thanks, and L is pulling me upwards. I erupt through the floor and find myself back in the room. The others coming back to themselves also.

DEBRIEF

Several others shared visions involving Eyes, the colour green, feathers, and a Star. Other spiral symbols were received. Some others agreed with the charcoal scent. I have since read a fascinating essay by David Richard Jones linking the imagery of the Dee and Kelley Watchtower actions to the Biblical Revelations. In particular the idea of the four Kings of the Tablets being the four Kerubic creatures, which are described as having SIX WINGS (the Seniors) each of which have EYES where they enter.

Night of the Demons

LON MILO DUQUETTE SYDNEY LECTURE - Monday 2nd November 2009

INTRODUCTION TO SOLOMONIC MAGICK

(No, not the fabulously schlocky movie starring Amelia Kinkade, sorry folks) 

I proudly brought along my Triangle of Art to this lecture for Lon to display as a prop. He was graciously impressed (although I'm sure he's seen much more beautifully constructed things of that ilk in his extensive travels).

The night opened with probably my favourite quote from Lon the whole time: "The Lesser Key of Solomon deals with spirits we might refer to as infernal. And the reason we might refer to them as infernal is because they come from Hell."

For those who quail at the very thought of invoking a demon from hell, the point was made that sometimes the esoteric is just the opposite of what the exoteric would have us believe (this is the essence of Qabalistic interpretation). Lon sees demons as the heavy machinery of the universe, like massive construction vehicles which are very useful - if you know how to use them safely. If you don't they will quickly become demolition equipment. They are wild forces, but the method of dealing with and controlling them follows a certain formula.Essentially the lecture took the form of Lon relating different stories from his own experience (and one or two from others) which were vastly different in their make-up, but still conformed to this Solomonic formula.

He first related in great detail the story of his first Goetic evocation of Orobas which he relates in My Life With the Spirits and Angels Demons and Gods of the New Millennium (I think). Buy those books for the story - it's fucking hilarious. Especially considering he had to use his child's bedroom to perform the operation: "Now son I'm gonne be in your room for a while, don't come in no matter what you hear."
"What're ya gonna do in there Papa?"
"Papa's gonna evoke a demon in there sport, hopefully he'll be gone by bedtime."

The big lesson in this experience of his for the likes of everyone else is that these demons may be in your head, or they may be external forces, but when you whip up a demon to deal with a problem it IS that problem, and you may have been fighting that demon your entire life - it is essentially creating a now or never, sink or swim situation where the fear and the anguish is confronted head on.

He makes a good point about "barbarous names" in that they have some value in terms of shifting you into a trance state, but using them in the construction of your Circle and/or Triangle may not be the best. The Divine Names you use should be particular to you. As shoudl the Invokation of Supereme Divinity. The prayers and invokations given in the Key of Solomon are not only long-winded and obtuse, but they are a little contradictory. They are basically the magician calling out to God and saying how worthless they are. "I'm pitiful, I'm dirt, I'm so so worthless, I'm not even worthy to lick the spittle dribbling from a slug that is worthy to lick the corner of your toenail, I'm so so shit, I can't do anything right, I'm a sinner, and I can't control myself, Gawd I'm so fucking tragic, I'm just nothing, I'm nothing BUT I WANT TO KNOW THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!" Basically all you need to do is call upon that which is Most Divine to you, align yourself with that Divinity, and fill yourself with it. Lon calls it plugging in to upstairs. Essentially, if you trying opening the door to downstairs without having plugged in to upstairs you're going to have one Hell of a fight on your hands.

Lon's invokation is just the most brilliant and astoundingly individual innovation I've encountered in modern magick. On the mundane level, he sings the name of Ganesh 108 to the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel" (no, really). But on a deeper level, there is the intense affection and love for the hindu god Ganesh that Lon feels. There is the act of expanding your universe and filling it with divinity until there is no space left but it is filled with God. This is followed by pulling all that back into yourself so there is No Thing but your universe, and you in it.

Little tidbits were useful - things the grimoires don't usuallyt explain very well, or do so in such an obtuse and roundabout manner that you're not sure what you're being told to do. For example, when the spirit arrives, you first show it the Pentagram, which binds them, and then show them their sigil on the reverse of the Pentagram - showing them you have bound them. Then you show the Hexagram if need be. Also something Lon has done on occasion when a spirit is being difficult is saying that he won't leave the circle until the spirit complies. As his circle is nothing more than a length of string laid around him, he simply picks this up and tie it around his waist and then go about his business. His innovative methods for threatening spirits were also greatly inspiring.

He related the story of a Catholic girls' school in Los Angeles he performed an exorcism on which was an astounding story probably too long to relate here. He related the sotry of the efficacy of the Goetic spirit Andromalius who is good at finding lost things - and in Lon's experience, specifically cars. My favourite example of this was Lon simple telling a woman who's ex-husband had run off with the car to draw a circle and triangle, call up the spirit with it's sigil and ask it to help. She took this further and drew the circle and triangle in the empty garage, drank and entire bottle of tequila while hurling abuse at the triangle as though it were her ex-husband. The car was miraculously back in her driveway the next morning.

In any case, this lecture made Solomonic evokation seem something I could actually one day perform. It's a question of needing to do it, and I'd still be shit-scared, but I now feel I understand the whole process better. I'm now looking for a perfect way to invoke Divinity for myself. Lon's method is so particular to him, and I can see how powerful it is simply because of that specificity. It excites and inspires me - much like the whole lecture series has done.

Wrapping the whole experience up, I feel invigorated beyond words - as though my world has changed, I've changed, and my magical practice can now never be the same, just like I can't nor can my world.

After the masses had gone I got Lon to sign some books. He drew an hilarious little cartoon of "Baba Lon" in my copy of Ordinary Oracles - after correcting a little editorial mistake he straightaway turned to. I'm now raring to get into some ENochian exploration. We have a group ready to go now - more than the small cabal of four of us from before. Now we have to get it off the ground!

I'll finish with my other favourite quote from Lon which was more serious than humorous was this: "The real magic is becoming Solomon, not doing the Magic." 

Intermission

LON MILO DUQUETTE SYDNEY TOUR INTERLUDE - Monday 2nd November 2009

THE BLUE MOUNTAINS TRIP

So before the first lecture Soror L came up to me and whispered in my ear "What are you doing on Monday?" I said I wasn't sure, but could find out, why? "I'm taking Lon sightseeing in the Blue Mountains and there's a space in my car, do you wanna come?" I said I'd clear my diary regardless of what it took. As it happened I had nothing on and I didn't have to clear anything.

I was picked up bright and early - Soror V was also in attendance. We then headed over to the house Lon was staying in and picked him up. Despite having spent several days in the same room as him and listening to him talk it was still just a wee bit awesome to be chatting to him.

We hopped in the car and headed off. Unfortunately I can't remember every brilliant story he related. I do remember one about some astounding cult-leader in America called Shaknar or something who is a large woman confined to a wheelchair who speaks in a rasp between gasps from an oxygen tank. Apparently they were for a time a vaguely Vodou cult until Shaknar woke up one day and said they were now Goetic magicians and that's what they all started doing. Bizarre. We learnt all about their family possum, which was just a beautiful story. I just loved listening to his accent, which he claimed was Mid-West with a bit of hybridisation. His "here", "art", "fight", "learn" and "take" vowels were the main differences. I need to work out how to insert phonetics in this blog - will make things much easier.

We went to the Common Ground cafe in Katoomba (Lon loved this place name, and rightly so) which is run by the creepy Christian cult called the Twelve Tribes. But let's not hold their cultishness against them TOO much - they make great coffee and the food is tasty, plus the cafe itself is just - so - CUTE. As a button. No really. Everything is made of wood in some way. Plus they have random patches of leather riveted to the wall here and there. And you'll suddenly notice two little hand crafted budgies sitting on a rafter nearby. Plus all the women walk with this bowed posture and skirts right down to their ankles in drab colours, and the men all have creepy adolescent beards. They're so friendly! It's apparently made up primarily of three families and "several single members." Anyway, Lon loved it. I related some of my Enochian Reiki vision to him which he loved. He made the completely obvious observation I can't believe I never made that the gesture the Kings gave me for ChoKuRei was basically a Xi-Rho. We spoke about numerous experiences we'd had in magic, which is always fantastic fun when magicians get together - especially when punctuated by Twelve Tribes members entering, eyes downcast, bearing trays of food and coffee.

We then headed down to the Three Sisters. I'd been many times as a child, and a few times since, but not for a few years lately. We could only do the main lookout as Lon couldn't do the full walk down, but that was enough. He was suitably impressed. Luckily Soror L knew the full story off the top of her head - I'd forgotten it years ago. The huge expanse of the valleys opened out before us and we took photos in the hopes of capturing something weird on film. Many many tourists. By this time the day had heated up a great deal and we were standing int he shade of rocks while looking out over the expanse before us. The lookouts in the Mountains always feel like you're standing in the prow of a ship, thrusting out over the sea of green. Mount Solitary looms in front, and the three huge crags to the left, the echo of waterfalls round to the right. Sublime Point encapsulates this feeling most - especially as it's usually so windy up there. Unfortunately we didn't really have the time to go there.

From the Three Sisters we took a bit of a scenic drive to a few more lookouts before heading to the Norman Lindsay Gallery. For those who don't know Norman Lindsay is one of Australia's most famous artists - who was the subject of the movie Sirens starring Sam Neill and Elle Macpherson. Lindsay lived in a gorgeous house in the Mountains with well-laid English-style gardens, including a man made pool complete with statuary. His house is now a gallery dedicated to his work and the gardens are filled with his sculptures. There was always a very Bacchanalian and Pagan (as was a significant part of the artist's life!) theme to his work and it's really one of a kind. We bought him a print of one of his more occult etchings on behalf of the eCT. I bought a print of "Visitants from the Moon." (right)

We had a leisurely coffee and cake at the gallery cafe before heading back down the Lapstone hill way and back to civilisation. A really unique and special day.

The Sorors and I left Lon to prepare for his final lecture that night on Solomonic Magic. We had a drink at the nearby pub before returning to pick him up - he gave us a quick rendition of his new Christmas song "If We Believed... Hilarious.

Qabalah Water

LON MILO DUQUETTE SYDNEY LECTURE - Saturday 1st November 2009

QABALAH - ZEN OF THE WEST (PART 2)

So where were we...? Ah yes! The beginning - 913 - BRAShYTh. Literally this means "In the beginning..." as I understand - but it's also interesting to note that BRA means "created" and ShYTh means "six." Doesn't really need much explanation. BR = pure, a field, son. RASh = a head. ASh = fire. I could even go further and say that there's a Head (RASh) in a House (BYTh) B - RASh - YTh. Which suggests to me the House of God, the Primum Mobile, etc.

So yes. In the beginning there is Nothing. Makes sense really. But this is a very special kind of Nothing - AYN (Ain) to be specific. This Nothing is so absolute that you can't even think about it. This is very appropriate really. If someone asks you "What is the supreme creative force?" you could say "God" or "Elohim" or some such. If someone then asks you what comes before God, you could say "Nothing." "What can you say about God?" "Nothing." This appeals to me, because nothing irks me more than people who think God is an old man with a white beard. Or that He is a Man at all. Or any single figure with any single specific mind and direct active will (see my previous post about Rabbi Cooper's "God-ing") That old man might be YHVH - the Demiurge, or creator God that THINKS it is God but is NOT God. Or he might not be.Having NO God before Him might more appropriately be rendered as having NOTHING before Him. No Thing comes before Elohim.

In any case imagine we have Nothing - No Thing. Or rather don't because you can't. From this No Thing-ness proceeds another kind of Nothing: AYN SVP (Ain Soph) - No Limit, Limitlessness. Infinity. In a way this is the corollary of trying to conceive of No Thing. Ain is impossible for our human minds to grasp. Infinity is just about as impossible, but a little easier to think about. If we are to go with the Creator idea, it's almost as if Nothingness realised how perfect it was and simultaneously and necessarily realised what it was Not - numerous beautiful renderings of this realisation exist - Robert Fludd had a whole series depicting this process. Nothingness contracts into itself, realising the Infinity it encompassed and at the same time was Not. In the space that was the diference between Ain and Ain Soph there is the third special kind of Nothing - AYN SVP AVR (Ain Soph Aur) - No Limit to the Light, Limitless Light.

AYN SVP AVR = 414 (non finals) = going forth (MShVTTYM) = Meditation (HGVTh) = Kadish or mourning prayer (QDYSh).

The realisation of Limitless Light appears to be - for the Creative Force involved, at once an active and a passive process. It is a going forth, yet it is a meditation - not that, as many esoteric traditions teach, meditation has to be passive. The link to Kadish or a mourning prayer is only right consdiering the Qabalaistic perspective of Creation(-ing) as a process of degradation or distancing from the God. The Perfect Nothing has realised it's Perfection, and in realising this Perfection, it realises Imperfection and begins the path to Manifestation that will eventually end in Malkuth. Because as Lon put it, saying that Nothing is Not means that Something Is. And that Something is One.

HOORAY!!!!! SOMETHING we can think about! ONE! This is the Crown, Kether - the Smooth Point, the Inscrutable Height or the Inner Light, as it is variously called. The God name of Kether is Eheieh (AHIH - 21) - "I Am" - the Divine Breath has been exhaled in a sigh upon realisation of Imperfection and it's first whispered words are self-identification.

From here the process of manifestation as represented in the Tree of Life diagram is extensively well attested in innumerable Qabalistic works. In a faint echo of the workings of Ain-Ain Soph-Ain Soph Aur, One percieves it's Oneness, and in order to do this must create duality - Two, Chokmah - as soon as this duality is created, the Ternary follows in order to be able to perceive this Duality - Three, Binah. All this is One thinking about itself. From here One crosses the Abyss from idea to actuality, giving rise to the 4th, 5th and 6th Sephiroth, which are reflected again, and finally manifest in Malkuth.

We had an interesting discussion about how Malkuth comes forth - specifically on the established Tree of Life diagram. Some highly secular analogies involving the One "pushing out" the Earth of Malkuth if you cathc my drift. All very amusing. Some theories mentioned about Malkuth originally having been higher on the Tree and being pushed down. For me it encapsulated the "Kether is in Malkuth and Malkuth is in Kether, but after another manner." Malkuth is the Kether of the Lower Worlds - showing us that Creation(-ing) is an unceasing outpouring.

From there we examined some Gematria, which is always fun, and a bit of Notariqon, etc. We all looked at our own names. Tried making them into squares. So a 3-letter name makes a 9-square grid. Then in the centre one can put a letter of choice depending on what sort of talisman or links you wish to make with your name. I was a bit astounded at the number of people there who had either never encountered this concept, or who simply couldn't grasp it. I've not got a particularly mathematical mind, but I do have a linguistic mind. I sometimes forget that Itaqke some things for granted too. But a couple of people there I know have been engaging in occult thought for decades, and still hadn't really encountered Gematria before.

All in all nothing drastically new in the day, but Lon really manages to make a lot of these vast and complex ideas very approachable. His explanation of Ain-Ain Soph-Ain Soph Aur was fantastic. He also gave us all a little card certifying us as Chicken Qabalists, which is just hilarious. I had him sign the back of it on the Monday as the Rabbi Lamed Ben Clifford. I'm getting it laminated.

The working through of his "10 Command-rants" was also excellent - I highly recommend everyone getting his book The Chicken Qabalah of Rabbi Lamed ben Clifford.

Next up is GOETIA!

Qabbalah Water

LON MILO DUQUETTE SYDNEY LECTURE - Saturday 1st November 2009

QABALAH - ZEN OF THE WEST (PART 1)

So the third installment of my Duquette experience was this fabulous day long workshop on the Qabalah - specifically Duquette's particlar take on it called "Chicken Qabalah" after his pseudoepigraphical character Rabbi Lamed ben Clifford's take. It was probably just as interesting hearing of the wiriter's process in creating such a character, abnd how the character is you, but can speak in a voice you never would - and inevitably begins to take on a life of its own.

Lon summed up the qabalistic approach very nicely with phrases like "Inscrutable Illumination" and "External Mysticism" (as opposed to the "Internal Mysticism" of the East). Qabalah is not a religion in and of itself - despite being tied intimately to it's Judaic roots - but it is priamrily a way of thinking. It is a way of thinking which orders the Universe into a neat and arbitrary package. I so appreciate Lon's use of the word arbitrary - again synchronistically it ties in with my current reading of The Occult Mind in which Lehrich asserts that any occult system of thought is necessarily arbitrary and culturally specific. This isn't a new idea, but he is somewhat distinctive in his acceptance of and tentative embrace of that fact (in his rigid academic and scholarly way).

The Qabalah is a system of Hebrew mysticism which uses the forms, symbolism and names of Judaic scripture. However its particular way of thinking is not entirely unique, and would actually be quite familiar to a lot of modern physicists.

We start at the very Beginning (a very good place to start) with 913. Yes that's right - BRAShYTh "In the Beginning..."

I'll have to come back to this post at a later point as I've run out of time at work...

To be Continued...!