PZVO appears as a cybernetic angel reflecting her technology to rebuild the self from a trauma response shutdown. PZVO is with the Hanged Man. This is the Dweller on the Threshold.
VTI is the Aether of the Word which quickens the deadened flesh.
In the Spring of 2017 John Dee’s spirit came on me like gangbusters. I was caring for two farms of animals simultaneously, with a good chunk of drive between them: and my sleep was light.
My filter was down and my wife thought I was talking gibberish: to which Enochhian and star locations certainly qualify. She was at the same time fascinated by all the math and star information that rattled out of me. I saw the connection of the microcosm to the macrocosm.
The revelation came through me so hard I had to take a beat and integrate the experience into grounded practice; without the acid trip like revelation of what had hit me. Still, I am thankful for the stark interruption; and know on a higher level this was an agreement with my soul.
During this time I was doing a lot of night animal care and had a head lamp that I would employ. I put this headlamp in the SEbS to remind myself of the stark interjection of revelation; and my gratitude for it.
This light is different from the spark when it all comes together in epiphany: this is more like the light Plato might experience coming out of his cave, and being blinded before discovering a new world.
This is the overwhelming light which cannot be at first processed.
Place something is the SEbS that reminds you of this moment for you.
I also have here, in the SEbS, a golden amulet I made of the Hanged Man which is a tattoo I and passed friend Dustin Maple both had; though acquired independently with independent styles, before we had met. The power of the light, quickening, is an awakening that comes with a handshake between planes. This emblem reminds me of that transplanar handshake with Dustin Maple; now he is dead. His death is a hard reality that broke my heart. Nonetheless, the depth of our connection, gave me the tether I needed to the world's beyond. The Hanged Man is also a symbol of the path, the dweller on the threshold; surrendering to a rough experience and ascending to what is behind what is either repressed, or too intense for the faint of heart.
The highway to heaven passes through the valley of death.
Below is the first set of paths to the HGA with The Donkey:
39.♆מThe Donkey🜫; Introspection. Mem Path. Neptune Orb past the God Point above MRKBH. The first striking thing about this card is there is no donkey. There actually is a couple on the mountain in the distant view. But many alchemists dealt with the more troubling aspects of antimony than the tamed antimony of the donkey, like the wolf, or the black dragon. The French pun for antimony is the Donkey’s cross back, ane timon. Antimony was forever exploding or poisoning someone. Antimony is commonly referred to as the wolf; and it suggests the wild nature of antimony which much be tamed, becoming eventually the beloved dog of the Fool or French follis which is a pun of the word for puffer, a diminutive name for the athanor feeding alchemists, who felt they showed greatness through humility. Basil Valentine coined antimoine, or the anti-monk, after testing the stuff on monks in his monastery, causing violent reactions. This division between the Microprosopus and the Macroprosopus happens at the Donkey, our alchemical Hanged Man. Days one hundred sixty seven through one hundred seventy one eliminate your most volatile and untamed waste of time.
Note: On the card, this gryphon wolf demon has batwings. For the record, bats are awesome. They get a bad rap. Its OVLP the Bat Kerub who first showed me the Watchtower of Light© and for the Watchtower Temple of God©. I copyright key ideas not to hide keep you from using them; but to make sure they are used right, with no incorrect versions, while I am alive. Anyway, she appears as a bat; but sometimes just a fun silly blonde with really deep soundbites she emphasizes that I may have heard but didn't really grok. She had asked me specifically not to depict demons with bat wings. a trope, of which this kerub of God, over the holy things that bats can represent, is not a fan. However, I didn't illustrate the story board deck, and when things go wrong it shines a light on righting it. So for OVLP, give a bat a break. I used climb my local Kroger's to sit on the roof while hundreds of bats circled about me peacefully, never disturbing me. Earth is a living library. And each animal is a book.