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The Twenty-Sixth Aethyr
DES
November 13, 1999.
(This vision was preceeded by a swoon, and was fragmentary and broken up by bits of irrelevant dream-like scenes. All in all, difficult to maintain. Will have to repeat.)
I am in a gathering, in a thatched hut in the jungle. A woman is rousing a crowd for warfare against the king. His efforts have not worked, the angels of comfort never arrived.
For a moment I speak to the woman, in a way the troops do not hear or see. She lifts her "mask" to reveal she is Coronzon.
I ask her, why is she leading this war?
Because the people must not become aware.
Of what, I soon discover -- the troops stand, and spread wings, and fly. They are, indeed, the promised angels, though they do not know it. They fly. I fly with them, until they near the city of the king.
The people there on the ground fire bolts at the angels, and angels fire back.
[Here there was an interruption.]
The angels, though, drive out the king and his select. They hide in the forest, where they build a temple and proceed with rituals to bring the sun.
In the meantime, a city of twisted, injured forms has risen from the ground and replaces the king's city. The woman in command shouts some chants, the clouds part, and we see a darkly-burning sun.
But its reign as sun is short... it reveals itself as a demonlike dragon which descends and eats some of the crowd, terrorizing the rest.
November 15, 1999.
I crawl out of a river, and the sounds and sights of war surround me. I am in a jungle, and the battle rages in the distance.
A man runs past me, pursued by an angel. We elude the angel, and I stop him to speak. "What news from the battle?"
"The king is dead -- and these, the angels of comfort we requested, have turned on us, to slay us. The very God who once called us his Holiest Creatures has turned on us."
"No," I said, recalling my previous vision. "This is the work of Coronzon. We must try to complete the king's goal of re-igniting the sun."
He agrees, and we shake hands. He introduces himself as Lanash, and I introduce myself as Radiant.
We set off, hoping to reach the desert. We are passed by a slender blonde woman, wearing a transparent gauzy gown. Seeing this as a sign, I decide to follow her; I don't sense Lanash joining me.
Without speaking, she communicates her name as Salanda. I follow her through the jungle until we stand on a precipice. Below is a massive city, with a central spire rising well into the sky. I follow her down the side of the cliff, through a series of tunnels and across some makeshift bridges, until finally we stand by the shore of a moat across from the great city.
She steps onto a boat, and I follow her; soon we sail down a passageway with a great vaulted ceiling many hundreds of feet above us. I wonder what power could erect such a city, that remained neutral in the war between the humans and the angels.
The boat stops before a large staircase. As we step onto the staircase, the boat and water vanish, and we stand halfway up this long, long staircase.
As we climb, Salanda uses words to identify herself; she already knows me. Finally we are at the top; we pass through a hall of mirrors. A room opens to the right; a pool, surrounded by columns with Hadriatic cross-beams bears a number of women, in and out of the water.
"This is the palace of Babalon," Salanda finally answers.
"Queen of the wicked?"
"Yes."
"With such a tranquil palace?"
"Yes. She surrounds herself with tranquility, because at her very heart she is as tranquil as an undisturbed pool."
With these words I find myself at the bottom of a well, standing before a small pool of water. I hear Salanda laughing, though not diabolically.
I dive into the pool, and swim down aways. Then I come to a bend, and swim across. I am joined by a shark, though the beast is in no way threatening.
At the bottom I find a coin; on one side is a portrait of Caesar, with the inscription
FALDORA HAMISMOT
On the other side is the image of a keep, with four high walls, and large narrow minarets at the corners of the walls, and surrounded by woods.
At this I am returned to the jungle beside Lanash; it seems the entire episode with Salanda was a vision-within-a-vision.
Impressions. There seems to be something important in this myth about the difference between men and women. The women are apart from the struggle between the men and the angels. This seems connected to Ave's insistance on using "affairs of Men," as opposed to "affairs of humans," which he refused to accept.
As Darlene said to me earlier tonight, it is possible to have male without female, or vice-versa, but not light without darkness. Thus male & female do not seem to be opposites, but rather, outward expressions of two very different forces.
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