LBRP (enhanced), 19th (DEO - 7th Aire)
Green. Sunny. Yet the moon's in the sky.
I see ravens, swans and unicorns.
There is a great storm, and the moon becomes a furious red eye, with a black cornea and yellow iris. And the red pupil has white shiny spots in it - stars.
And I see the signs of the zodiac around the pupil, and they cycle, spin, counterclockwise with incredible speed.
And the moon-eye grows, and expands, and stairs appear that lead into it, and the pupil collapses in on itself, and there is a flash of light.
And the pupil became a portal.
And I feel Raphael behind me, and he's encouraging me to go there.
And I see an assembly of Gods. Greek, Roman, Slavic, Hindu, and others.
They're all on thrones. All alone.
And I see an empty throne, at the feet of which sit three young, beautiful women. One is black, one looks Irish/ Nordic (not sure), and one is asian.
And when they seem me, they seem to stand at attention, as if guarding the throne.
I kneel before them, and ask whose throne this is.
~ His whose name no man has spoken.
- Very well. I would ask for an audience.
~ Your wish has been granted.
The scenery changes. Everyone disappears. All that is left is the empty throne.
Darkness around. And darker darkness occupies the throne.
~ What seekst thou? O Mighty Slayer.
- I slay none.
~ So says you, yet your heart is heavy. Do you seek to destroy me?
- No. But I would know you.
~ No man can. For to incarnate is to bind thyself to restriction. But there may be ways.
- Then kill me.
~ Cut your haste, Child. For to kill my son is a great sacrifice. Yet you ask that of me this lightly?
- We both know you're real.
+ for sight and appearance
The area lights up, but all that's in the throne is “mass”. AN infinite gravity that amplifies all.
~ Do not forget, all these names are of my creation, my domain.
- Then what would you have me do?
~ Come, drink and wallow in your misery, until you find joy. Or… you can join me on this journey.
- Where to?
~ Babalon. For while you've been gestating, I have made preparations.
And a portal opens before me. I cross. I find myself in a beautiful temple, with the Enochian tablets, SDA on the floor, and an intricate pattern on the ceiling.
~ Take note
[temple layout image]
I see that the place practically reeks of ozone. There are two cubes which are made of pure lightning.
~ What to have a go?
- Sure. How do I project intention?
~ I'll do it for you - if you know my name.
And I see images and remember.
(long time passes)
- How/ why?
~ Let the confusion go. I'll explain later. Now, time-fuckery.
- How do I know this is real?
~ You don't, until you do. Now fuck that pussy.
- You still haven't explained how.
I project the current state of the world as I understand it on cube A.
Copy that to cube B.
Use the pictures of the tarot to change things.
~ Now link the cubes. Sit in the middle.
I do, and the cubes zap me from both sides. Then they come together.
~ Now, LBRP, and have the Angels carry your message forth across reality.
~ Thank you.
- Now, care to explain?
~ We don't stop, after death. And as you are, I carry an agenda of the future. There is but One way, and we all head it.
- Yet time doesn't exist?
~ Not in the way you understand it. Picture hadit - expanding endlessly, yet one. Now reverse that. Time is but motion, to one end.
- Is God real?
~ No. But maybe he was.
- Well I'll treat this with caution. It's only getting weirder.
~ You haven't seen anything yet.
- If this is true, I'll be fucking pissed.
~ It'll be.
- Okay. Anything else here?
~ No. Enjoy.
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