This piece was written two day prior to the 7th July 2005 ... and it foretells an imminent attack by an entity from the qliptha on me ....

7th July 2005 = 7/7/2005; 2005 = 2+0+0+5 = 7

= 7 7 7 = the Qlippoth ....

I and most of the western world was attacked by a primal force on the 7th July in my reckoning ... hatred!

So the perpetrator is a being of hatred ...

Another Spectral Attack Looms

The Nameless One lurks on the periphery ...
Watching and waiting for another attack ... as it senses my weakness
Storm clouds build above my sacred space ....
A spell has been summoned ... I feel its binding taking energy from the air
I weaken as I know I face another cunning attack ...

I charge the sigil ... I make myself ready;
But how can I prepare successfully ...
When I don’t know truly the spell?

How can I ward off an attack ...
When I don’t know what quarter to watch?
How can I successfully defend myself again

Especially as I am so weary ...
I am reeling from the effects of despite ...

Yet ... I know the Nameless One lurks ....
I can sense it coming closer ... I can hear it calling out its name
I catch that dreaded vibration cross my mind ...
I keep my thoughts together ... and apply more creative energy
I must ward myself ever so carefully now ....

I shall monitor the rage ....
I will throw incandescent blue trails around the outside of the circle
I have incorporated Elksedge in the binding
I call on the elementals of the elements to make my ward a success
Carefully I invoke the essence of the Angel Of Song ....
So I may embark on a semantic journey again ....

Across the barren landscape before me
Soundlessly I slither as the snake
I blend perfectly into the surroundings like a chameleon
I am the brown ochre of the soil ... I feel its texture become my skin
I reach the edge of the abyss and become the rock that stands firmly there
Moss and lichens grow around me ...

Within my outer form of granite ... I sit tight ...
I am the angel invoked by the spirit of the stone
I was called for inspiration ... for it too knows of the Nameless One
Together we will unite ... and wait for that spectre to pass ...

I feel then my vibration shift ... as our shared consciousness leaps
and we are floating across the galaxies ... experiencing ancestral memories
Soul mates play in the primal garden ... we are one in our confusion
I see the lonely child then walking towards us ... his face is down
He has a tale to tell ... he is furious ... sparks of light leap into the sky

I know from somewhere this is the Nameless one ... a primal force
He has yet to realise the disguise before us as he passes us by
His story captivating our unified spirit then ...
For it is the legend of the primal worlds and their dissolution ...
The creation of evil ... and it, a determined presence in existence
For it fears unity and repels the attempts of those who try ...

A shift is created then ... and I am invisible ... I have no form
I am floating above the void just then ....
I see a demon there ... I see it appear within the confines of the abyss ...
It stands above a brave being ... a being of light ... dressed in hermit’s guise
A blast of darkness is cast over the hermit ...

I am returning now to self
I am within my sacred circle
The Nameless One is close by ....
I am powerless to prevent its spell as long as I am weak in mind ...
I accept then the realisation ... as the Nameless One looms closer ...

But I know somehow the sigil will hold tight
and the Nameless One will have little effect on my intentions
This time I will succeed and overcome
I will learn ... and I will realise my weakness ... and strengthen in time.

Tuesday, 5 July 2005

This post has been edited by Mr_Merlin: Jul 9 2005, 07:17 PM