Nine
,seven and three are the sacred numbers ,said Alizzed.These
most sacred of symbols are the means by which the
communication of the oneness of the microcosm
within the macrocosm will be
accomplished.
The
ZedAlizZed then asked the far yonder scribe for
the sacred symbols,and having received them and offering
prayers to the White Rabbitz the Zed Aliz Zed
scattered the symbols onto the ground of mother
earth.
Then
the ZedAlizZed read out the meaning of the fall
of the sacred numbers to the far yonder scribe ,who duly
recorded that knowledge.
The
scribe then writ.Herein the scattering and fall of the
sacred symbols.
Nine
Seven and Three
And
the symbol of the most sacred of those sacred
numbers is the symbol of the number
nine.
Nine
iz The Gods symbol, it is the symbol of the creative moment
of change, it is the symbol that indicates The Death, and
rebirth of a fecund living consciousness It is the moment of
equilibrium, the act of balance, the moment of transfer, it
is that that, that effects the transition betwixt and
between Heaven and Earth. It is the symbol of the upside
down of the downside up and the downside up of the upside
down. Its fusion with a brother and sister number marks the
stirring and return of the God Osiris. It is the
manifestation of that constantly
metamorphosizing state of being of which all are. It is the
very symbol of the living energy that is indestructable. It
proclaims that Thou, that, that issues forth from the very
font of the fulcrum of energies that constitute the fusion
of mind and matter.It is the thus, indicative of that
quintessential moment of time stood still It is the shewn
signal.of an indescribable magic It is the creative
evocation of the birth that arises az
in both directions at one and the same
time.
It
is the symbol of the Alpha, and Omega The A and
the Z,
In
heralding the death knell of a life,so does it triumphantly
proclaim its immortality, it is the very essence of that
from which which the fabric of reality is
spun.
It
is the mystery of the Nine
The Nine
in addition the Nine
in contraction and the Nine
in division.
the
mystery of such variety of numerical alchemical
distillations which will within the magic
of Hermetic transubstantiation conjure up that
blessed moment of magic when Nine
and
another, denote change. When the combination of other
numbers transmute from out the dross of the
static the imperishable
Gold
of the sacred symbol that is the divine
Nine.The
one magical symbol that denotes the act of creation .
The
God Symbol. I
do not have to remember that which will never leave the
nature of this mind Zed Aliz Zed said the
scribe.
On
hearing this the Zed Aliz Zed before continuing turned
to
look on the countenance of the faithful far yonder scribe,
doing so with a great love for that friend and
companion of their joint transmutation. Then after
offering obeisance in honour of The
blessed White Rabbitz, the ZedAlizZed again began the
transmissionThe Zed AlizZed proceeded to explain to the
scribe the meaning of Viracochas not so enigmatic
works and did so in the following
manner.
.
Thus have I written, writ large the far yonder
scribe
Having
reached their immediate destination in the country of the
Viracochas
The Zed AlizZed making use of the key of keys given
to them by the White Rabbitz proceeded to unlock
for the scribe the meaning of The
Viracochas enigmatic works. Beginning the
explanation by recounting certain of the this of that, that
had gone before, This being done in the following
manner.
Reight scribe said The ZedAlizZed asking the scribe
in the first instant to remember the sacred numbers with
which they had been entrusted by the blessed White Rabbitz,
after the first of two mind breaking journeys they were to
make to the sovereign realm of the Lord High
Yama.
On hearing these words the scribe as if by spell
entranced, nodded, becoming at once the being, unable in the
now of its forever, ever, to forget that moment of solid
gold awe, when, having reached the gates which guarded, and
marked the only entrance to the death lands domain of the
Lord High Yama, had seen those same gates, op'ed,op'ed as if
by magic, to the three time knock of the
ZedAlizZed. Neither would the scribe ever forget, the
blinding sense of crystallized fear, that had nigh on
cryptogenically frozen, the thinking faculty of the far off
yonder scribe's hard to arrive at mind of a
life. The scribe had listened in
hypnotised, mind blowing disbelief, to the
thought processes of the Zed AlizZed in telepathic
communication ,with the emissaries of the Lord of death,
hearing in trembling anticipation the words of the
ZedAlizZed appearing within the minds eye of an
understanding thought. Knowing, that of which the ZedAlizZed
was demanding, demanding
even
That they be allowed to enter The Lord Yama's oh so
sovereign domain. And, upon the that of this having been
granted, and the terms of their surrender agreed,
their quiet and composed awaiting of the crystal
clear sound of the clarion call that signalled their
homecoming. And then the final abandonment of all their
worldly goods, to be summoned naked unto death,to the final
metamorphosisTo be escorted at the moment of
their passing by the emisseries and, emanations of, the Lord
of the Rebirth,passing through the gates of no return, to be
conducted into the awful august presence of the Lord High
Yama himself. Watching with the eye that never
sleeps,the
scribe saw as if in a far yonder dream, the presentation to
the Lord High Yama by the Zed AlizZed of the fatal
request,
conveyed as follows, perchance to
be.
Oh Lord of the night, blessed Osiris mighty God, Lord of the
underworld. Yes
yes
thought
the
thinking
thoughts of the scribe,
get
on with it.
If I might make so bold.
If
we may make so bold ,
thought the scribe, as theZed AlizZed continued, Blessed
Lord thus have we journeyedto meet thee, enduring great
suffering along the knife edge of catastrophe. Sometime
never did we take the easy road.Choosing always the high
road ever have we sought out the terrain
and travel routeof the low road
that, that would best prepare us to greet your
eminence with such gifts of spirit that we two, I the Zed
AlizZed and my companion in waiting,may I introduce the far
yonder scribe, could make you an offer of gifts
that your Lord High Exellency would be hardly
able to refuse ,On hearing this the nigh on spell bound
scribe enjoying a momentary release from that goo goo glued
state, caught the wink in the blink of the Zed AlizZed eye,
and almost but not quite, quietly smiled,Noting that the
droning sensibility of the Zed AlizZed preamble was within
the vibrational frequency of its pitch occaisioning
a certain calming effect upon the
proceedings.Then continued theZed Aliz Zed having made this
long and dangerous journey, we did so with one purpose in
mind, that we should arrive here safely, in a time of our
own choosing, at the gates that mark the fulcrum
of change that lies within the sovereign responsibility of
the Lord of the night. In doing so and having attained the
hard to be attained state of being,
demanded before being granting this audience with
your eminence, and very good self, the most blessed Lord
High Yama, safe keeper and holy executioner of the sacred
death ritual. And now honoured one, with your
permission and in grateful thanks for the granting of an
opportunity to do so may I, if it so shall please you
,petition on behalf of myself, the Zed Aliz Zed, and, my
companion in misery, the very far off yonder scribe for a
special dispensation from the beloved Lord of death. To the
effect that, the prevailing custom within the underground
domain, namely that of the single ticket holder, obtaining
to a one way visit, and thereby no return, be
waived in our favour, so that with your wholeness,
most gracious forbearance, we may see the vision
of the far off beyond. And, within the discipline of the
seer, descend to Alcheringas cave, and thereby experience,
the all of that, that such a trial as this
bestows . Once again, the far yonder scribe was realising
that breath taking moment of their prostrations before the
reflected image of the Lord High Yama. An evocation
projected from out the mirrored sensibilities of the Zed
Alizzed. Hearing finally, the making of the wish
of wishes, the begging of the boon, the
suggestion of sequestered gifts, that, the Zed AlizZed, and
scribe, with the express sanction of The Lord High Yama,The
blessed Lord of the night ,would be able not only to descend
into the abyss, beyond that mysterious horizon of the realm
of the anywhere somewhere, and thereby, fully and lovingly
embrace death. But asking of the blessed Osiris,
and here's the rub, that having done so,That they should be
allowed to keep the memories of the death experience intact,
and ascend safely, full fledged members of the corps de
esprit and then depart the shadowlands realm of the most
wholly and Blessed Lord Yama along with such
treasures of the mind, as this positive act of complete
negation bestows.It had only been at this point of equisite
balance, that the scribe had suddenly realized the immensity
of the task set for the Zed AlizZed by the White Rabbitz
,that without that necessary act of self immolation the
hidden and forbidden fruits of the that of the thou, would
not have been forthcoming.The mountain they had had to climb
had been a deep one, the descent steep, ever deeper down,
down there, deep down there, deep within the cave of
Alcheringa's night, right within the beating heart of the
universe of expectations, there, where the exchanges would
be made, at the source of the magic of dream time. Thus had
spake the Zed AlizZed.Oh my God, thought the scribe Zed
AliZed asks for no more than everything. Requesting not only
a guarantee of rites of passage from within the
land of the downside up of the upside down, but the granting
of safe conduct passage out. That they could
return to the land of the living with the knowledge and
wisdom such an all encompassing experience
bestowed.
Thus was the die cast in the cast eyed I ,and thus,
had they now received, with the cup of full measure, the
this of the that of the Thou and the Now. Becoming the
grateful custodians of that everything for which the Zed
AlizZed had spent a host of lifetimes up to the now of the
present, in preparation.The far yonder scribe remembered as
clearly as if it was the tomorrow of the following days
yesterday, the address of the Zed AlizZ ed to the Lord High
Yama Master of extinction. The carefully chosen words
transmitted with great deference and humble respect but also
as the scribe realized in total amaze, had done so without
fear. Speaking to the Lord Of Death, He that is the
invisible one, in commune with that one.Spake thus to the he
as in she that is that one. The he as in she that is az the
aziz iz .A veritable Cabaret Voltaire a
scene within a scenewithin the seen unseen, the
unseen scene, of the scene unseen,Appealing to that
presence. The very he, who would appear in many guises, and
disguises, in gracious consideration to the wishes of the
death marked appointee.The omnipotent one, the
effecter of transition. The he as in she of the
omnipotentone, the very one who sat at the right hand of
God, because he was God. To all creatures and fellow beings
I give you the Lord High Yama. Thus spake the Zed Aliz Zed
as if speaking of a great friend.Spake as if to a thee or me
thought the scribe,dumbfounded at the Zed AlizZed in
communion with that aspect of the Gods that represented the
agent of renewal. How was it possible thought the scribe
that the Zed AlizZed could maintain, even at the hour of
their death amen, direct communication with the all powerful
one. He who manifested forth in any form desired by the
damning imagination of the accused.That aspect of the she as
in he, present everywhere, and in ever thing within their
given sphere of supreme influence.The scribe would never
forget the invasion by the invisible one of their very
essence, the cooling and slowing coursing blood stream
within arteries and veins, suffucing, the very tissue of
that physical transition they were pleased to call a me, or
a you. The insidious creeping possession of tomorrow's
marrow encased within their every bone. The unbelievable,
surprised realization, even at that late hour, of the onset
of the death process Watching in disbelief the sands of
their remaining life span in apparent squander.Enjoying a
fulsome understanding of the this and that, that had now
been initiated throughout every pore of their bodies.
Knowing they were held in complete thrall locked into a
transfigured suspended animation of the imagination . Unable
to do anything to avoid entrapment within that fate of
fates, and not only that, but that they had entered such a
state nigh on willingly. Here were they, hog tied and
trussed,physically paralized, able only to experience within
the minds eye, the casting around of a flailing
spirit, a spirit in jeopardy. Spirits being called before
there time.The scribe remembered this as a time of day when
many a motley cockrel crew, crowed. Remembered being at that
time dead on leaden feet, transfixed, the spirit as of the
doomed animal, eyes rolling, in full
comprehending apprehension of the slaughter to come.They
could not leave without a death in kind.This the Lord High
Yama had demanded, in this he was of implacable purpose. He,
the Lord High Yama had been summoned, and a soul was forfeit
it was the way. The scribe could not believe what was not
being heard, the damned essential human ordinariness of it
all. Surely thought the scribe with all the loving faith I
have in The Zed AlizZed I cannot be expected to pay such a
forfeit as this, yet knowing all the while within the art of
arts that this was so. As the utter horror of the
experience,became almost too much for the far yonder
scribe's psyche to bear, there was evoked within that mind
eye, memories of a saving grace.The rememberance with loving
gratitude of The Zed Aliz Zed,as the far yonder scribe
remembered with amaze, the great strength and fortitude of
purpose with which the Zed Aliz Zed had prepared for this
moment, remembered, the immensity of the courage, that the
he as in she, of the Zed Aliz Zed had shown, surely not to
no avail. The audacity of their purpose caused an immense
shudder within the psyche of the far yonder scribe as it
resurrected itself to the forefront of the scribes own minds
eye. Almost to the extent even now at this moment in time,
the same, but somehow different moment of their change,
capable of dislocating the minds processes. It was then at
this quintessential moment of the far yonder
scribe's anguish in extremis, as the memories continued to
unfold, that there resurrected within the mind's inner eye,
the totally unexpected moment that occasioned the sudden
manifestation of the emisseries of the White Rabbitz. The
scribe becoming aware of an infinitessimal change in the
finally balanced, demise equation,as expressed, through the
prism of the ZedAlizZed's own minds I. The presence of these
so welcome, apparition emanations of the white rabbitz, it
has to be said, had in no way, as if by magic changed the
desperate danger in which the Zed AlizZed and the scribe had
entered in voluntary acquiescence to their fate,
nevertheless the scribe realised that their arrival marked
the moment of the fairy fellar's master stroke, the release
from the state of limbo, that had held their very universe
on hold. And so began the interchange betwixt and between
the interchangeable aspects, of the Lord of the night, and
the Lord of Light.The nom-de-plumes oft accorded by human
kind to the totality of creative consciousness known
collectively as the one God.
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