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Came it at once, in a time of the world, when a boy was brought forth into a poor, lowly family in the kingdom of Reichsland which is a neighbor of Egypt.

 

And the boy wouldst be called, “Hedy” in the later times, for was he brave in heart and a warrior of all that is natural and faithful. Born was he as a cripple with no right eye and an obsidian stone put in its place.

 

The family made little, and what was made, sorrowfully came from the tanning of skins and Hedy’s daily begging on the streets for bread and silver.

 

When Hedy’s eighteenth year didst come, no gifts were gifted to him, as gifts existed not with the poorest of poors then. Indeed, 27 olives is all he held in his pocket. It was so, however, that while many in the town walked barefoot in mud, Hedy did, in fact, hath leather shoes. And begged he on that day, as every day he had done, when the monarch’s knights passed through the streets and the women rejoiced, throwing roses at this particular esteemed group..

 

And a light shown in the living eye of the young man, and saw he those of natural order: defenders of all that holy, warriors of the divine mysteries.

 

And Hedy ran up to them so as to inquire joining and the knights laughed and said better to speak with the king and get rejected further. This saddened the young man, and as he turned around, saw he a note from a knight fall from its saddlebag into the road; this note was written in French, a language he knew not how to speak.

 

And he waited until night didst come when Hedy wouldst journey to the central, high and grand castle of München where the Prince presided. Presented he the note unto the guards, who, seeing his clothing, believed him to be a spy from the West. And they looked little at the note and let him pass.

 

Hedy was brought to the chamber of the Prince in deep sleep, where he was shocked to see such a little man with such a high piece of parchment that even he couldst not read.

 

The Prince asked how he came upon the note and lived in such filthy attire, to which Hedy said he knew the location of the Holy Stone, given to him by the French. It was a dangerous lie; one which could mean torture.

 

The Prince opened his eyes wide and, although intrigued, laughed at the boy, for, searched he his entire reign for the Wine of Life and Wings of Light. The Prince sought an esteemed Stone, knowing not that he possessed it, waiting for Hedy to find it instead.

 

Hedy proposed that he be made a knight and let into the fort of the King in Egypt beside their Munich. Explained the boy, if he shall be granted knighthood, all shall be explained and the Water of Life shall be given to a man who doth deserve it. 

 

The Prince, little to lose, obliged and granted the young man two of his worst knights and fitted him with a suit of armor, a steel mace, shield, and horse.

 

In secret, Hedy hoped to ransom the note for money, not to help himself, but help those of his township and family. Given was he a map to follow that led to Egypt in Austria.

 

So rode Hedy and his journeymen out into the mountains and trails and roads outside of Münich, eager to meet the King and make all those worthy rich in their deaths like a proper knight.

 

And came he and the two to a fork in the road, and one way said, “Austria”, while the other was unlabeled and had only an image of a sun-wheel on it. The map said to go the latter and, trusting the Prince, Hedy took the untitled trail. 

 

Led were they unknowingly to their dire fates into a dark, tall canyon where screams didst come from the sky and ground. Mighty was the Serpent of Cowardice that came around the corner out of its cave that had “XIII” carved at its top, and hissed at the men below. And its eyes weret like garnet and teeth like lead while suffocating sulfur spewed forth its mouth.

 

And Hedy raised his sword to cut flesh as the beast struck down, but miss didst he and lost his left foot.

 

But it was then, when the young man was about to give into cowardice and retreat, that the other men fought the face and Hedy stabbed the tail, knowing that weakness can be more important than a strong head.

 

And at once, the serpent bit its own tail in agony and writhed in a circle in pain, when Hedy pierced its neck and took away the head of the foul beast.

 

And Hedy felt the blood of the serpent beneath his feet heal all his wounds and restore his left foot as though it was the Wine of Christ.

 

From the cave the serpent that the originated walked out three magicians rejoicing for the death of the serpent of below that holds all prisoners and sleeping men chained to their beds.

 

All three wore the caps of Mithra and gowns of gold. On the first white hat was written: E∴ C∴ S, whose name was “Imsety”; on the second yellow one was written: E∴ C∴ E, whose name was “Duamutef”; and on the third black one was written: E∴ C∴ N, whose name was “Hapy”.

 

And Duamutef was the Master of the three and said how impressed they were with the young man and his slaying. They told of their sanctuary in the mountains Eastward and offered the young man a reward, should he go, for which he accepted. Said they, that, if he went, they could heal his obsidian eye and wield a wand that shall make all that he loves and hates golden.

 

The boy considered the King of Egypt and a successful ransom, but possessed great faith in the magicians and priests and priestly men at that time. He chose the magi.

 

As Hedy told the men of his plans; said they that there was no king that way, only death, hardship, and endless obstacles, but in the sanctuary they shall find ease and a King in a different form.

 

Along a violent river that moved towardeth the East didst they walk until coming upon a shepherd tending his beasts in a field. And he was muscular, and naked, and he poured water endlessly over his goats, and the goats became clean and like shiny gold, and walked up a mountain beside him thereafter. And Hedy inquired of the baptism, and the shepherd with strong arms replied, “All things strong must be washed; all things sturdy for winter must be strengthened. Cold gold is like lead.”.

 

And the magi said it was a sign: that the seasons were changing, both within and without, and that one should go with nature in its correct rotation and order, and walk where walking feels right.

 

And as they ascended the mountain that was 1,827 cubits high, the weather worsened and grew cold, and wintry, and dirty, and stormy.

 

But it was, that as it could get no worse, they broke through the fog and came high into a clear, peaceful, fruitful meadow filled with life and light without distress. And that meadow was filled with bushels of roses, and beehives, and grape vineyards with harmless, wise bees swarming around the faces of the magi. And fays walked there, beautiful, elegant, and worshipful while tending gardens. 

 

Ahead was the sanctuary, temple of the magi wherein they dwelt in secret, hidden chambers beneath it.

 

And the temple was small and not large in length by numbers. Was it like a cube with seven sides, each with a different colored door. And each door possessed a unique stone upon it, and plants at the foot of it: some edible, some toxic.

 

And it was given unto Hedy the Knight which door they should enter and, after the Trinities, he chose three.

 

When Hedy opened the door, found he himself in a large, dark, smoky room. And ahead of them was like an impassable river of gall with a bronze, shiny door on the other side.

 

And Hedy thought, but couldst not see how to pass and asked to turn back, but said the magi, “Most woeful and lamentable is he who has means to become rich in hardship but chooses poor in ease.”. And said they, “In order to live like a king, one must shield himself from his own filth. And, when the filth hath been washed away, let it burn into destruction and dissolution, until, finally, one cannot touch that gall, and that gall cannot touch thee, for thou wilt be of a different, higher order than the gall.”.

 

And so, Hedy placed his long shield on the river and floated softly through the gall, but, after listening to the wise men, dirty did he not his feet nor hands in it, for they were of an order above the lowly, filthy gall. Nay longer didst gall exist within him, and half his blood had become sweet wine.

 

And came they finally to the other side, where the reflective door of bronze rested. Written upon it in the secret symbols was this: “The sheep must migrate to find nurturing, healthy wheat; the bee must journey for the rose to germinate; the rose must die for the seed to fall and grow.”.

 

It was then that one of the magi told him to write “Ordo ab Chao” on the door, at which point it opened swiftly.

 

When they came out of the door, found they themselves in the same meadow, but this time full of death, darkness, decay, skeletons, and dread. And Hedy asked about it, and the magi said, “To understand the day, descend into night; to overcome night, ascend into the daytime. Be thou like a hare born beneath in the darkness of tree roots, and grows to hop high in the daylight. Yea, be the hare that knoweth the underground and sky. Become of a different order than death.”.

 

And yet, amidst the darkness swarmed many harmless, gentle-singing fireflies. And a firefly came upon Hedy and said if he hopes to enter that lands of Life again and enter Light, he must create light from within himself and become what that around him is not; yea, he must alter his order.

 

And it was then that Hedy cut a virgin branch off a holly tree and spoke the magi a word, and lit the tip on fire which didst not extinguish.

 

Through the swamps and marshes of destruction and bitter wine they walked, filled with fields of frogs with foul breaths, flies with heap-long jaws, and man-eating vultures. But, “Lo!” said Hedy who found the purple eyes of an owl above pointing the way their should go. And followed they that direction, trusting what the owl knew that they did not, and came in front of them two large pillars: one was black with a cube atop it, and the other, white with a sphere atop it. And the letters “J” and “B” were written at the feet of the pillars that hold up the Temple of Zoroaster. 

 

On the other side of the pillars was something like a river of hot, yellow fire and this was guarded by four angels with bodies of men but one had the head of a falcon, and another like a fish, and another like a bull, and the last like a man. And before the river was a very large and giant black bull with two large horns who spoke with might and distinction. And commanded the Bull that whoever shall enter the holy river shall burn: some for the better, some for the worse. And spake the Bull saying, all who hath entered here must pass through the fire and those who shall refuse must drink the Wine of Forgetfulness. 

 

And the four guardians said, “Those only with light hearts and special ears mayest enter and live.”. And Hedy was not afraid, but curious, and he stepped into the flames and came out baptized, but the two other knights burned and suffered in the water. And when Hedy looked, the magi were no more and had disappeared.

 

Found he that his mace had been renewed and changed and altered; for, the mace, weapon of destruction had melded into something like a staff with two interweaving snakes around it, wings and the top, and a golden sphere in the middle. 

 

More confident than ever was the young man that he would find the golden wand and restore his eye. He followed the bright sun at the pinnacle of the mountain when he was stopped by yet another beast.

 

And this beast was like a dragon with seven heads. And each set of eyes was a different color, and the dragon spewed forth sulfur fumes and fire, and the name “HEDY” wast written on the chest of the beast.

 

Hedy received no instruction how to defeat the creature, the greatest of all his obstacles, but, went he with his light heart and bravery and held up the staff. It was then that he shouted, “Order Out of Chaos”, and at once, the beast fell dead and dissolved he into the ground.

 

It was then that Hedy heard a thunderous, yet peaceful voice down the path, calling his name and asking to speak with him. 

 

And Hedy found himself before a golden pyramid without a topstone and was commanded to climb it to speak with “His FATHER, Zoroaster”.

 

And he saw what was like a sun at the top of the topless pyramid, and he stood at the top with his staff. At once, a secret word was said by Zoroaster and Hedy accepted it. The armor of knights melted away and was replaced with white robes of satin.

 

Both of the snakes of the staff grew wings and flew into the light above, while Hedy’s stone eye fell out. It was then that he took the golden ball from the staff and placed it where his eye should hath been. All that remained was the staff core, a golden wand in his hand. Was it then, he became like gold and one with the light.

 

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33rd Sphere

Above The Ogdad

Beneath The Heavenly An

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What's that you say? They're all Satanists? Pedophiles? Murders? Child torturers? Media owners? Ha! Who cares, Jack? No one will ever believe you, idiot! Really, Jack, the media makes fun of those notions; your kings call you a conspiracy theorist if you believe in such a thing! Why would Epstein lie about doing bad things? He has money and has been 'elected'; he can't lie! Why would they never tell the truth in books? There are no brotherhoods, no blackmailing, no punishments, no defamation. Ludicrous, my layman friend!...

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Listen up, Jack! Fix yourself a fixin' of mint tea, won't you? Your stomach ought to be sour; ignore doubt and your newspapers and books of metaphorical fiction written by Cloaked Men you've never heard of, sir. Listen to your mother, son! I'm here to help you grow, am I not? Eh? You say the 'three days' narrative was literal? 12 actual men? Is-Ra-El's Children are who you're told they are? Seven days, kid? Grow up, you fool! They are but blunt and dead and literal words with very secret meanings; you actually don't know a symbol more than a mere stop sign on your way to a religious temple, do ya'!? You really think your books are that straightforward and not painted over? F-grade student! Stop going to your controlled school, son

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