Scrying the Enochian Aethyrs 20 - CHR [AUDIO & TRANSCRIPT] (Patreon)

Myself and Spud are going to scry through all 30 of the Enochian Aethyrs over the next while. It'll probably take about a year given the availability, or lack thereof, of time to do it.

Here's my Number 20- CHR!

TRANSCRIPT:

So, as you were reading that out, there was a huge stone, like the PI symbol- two stones with the capstone on top. The mathematical PU, and there's a road going through it. I'm walking on this road, and on each side, there's like a load of people as if they're out to look at a St Patrick's day parade or something like that. They're waving flags, and I'm the only person on the road.

And so I walk under it, through it, and it just goes to white.

And there's an old man with a white beard and white, long hair. He's writing. He's got angel wings. He looks a bit like Gandalf. He's writing with a Quill, on a white piece of paper, on a white, small table.

And Everything is white.

He looks around at me, and then points at what he's writing.

It's S I G L…possibly E O, but I don't know. And then a C with a liner and a circle on the top of the line.

Then he crunches up the paper and throws it away. He seems a bit annoyed that I don't understand it. He's going to draw it simpler for me.

It's S I G L O.

Now he's happy.

And then the C again, with the line through it and a circle on the top of the line.

He stands up, turns around, and he motions me to move on.

So, it's like the gates of heaven. It's all shiny, but it's like if you've seen that the gates of heaven in a comedy movie - it's like a parody of it, or the typical thing that you would see [in a movie]. A kitsch version of it.

There's a guy at a podium. He's [dressed] like a monk. Very dour. Very thin. A bit annoyed that I'm disturbing him. He's got that monk haircut - the bald bit in the middle.

I ask him if he is Saint Peter? He just gives me a stare and goes back- he's also writing in a book or on a piece of paper.

So I said, can I go in? He says he doesn't care what I do.

The gates open inwards, and there's like… this is so, so very strange. There's a glowing yellow house - a toy house on a hill. And all of these things are just kind of floating in whiteness. There's a tree with a swing, and there's a girl swinging on the swing. She looks a bit like a Raggedy Doll Ann - Raggedy Ann Doll even! [The girl] has a bonnet and an old-fashioned dress.

I ask her, what's her name? She says it's little Bo Peep, and she's lost her sheep.

And I say it, "and you don't know where to find them!"

She says, "Exactly!"

She keeps swinging. She's lost interest in me now.

So, I just stand there for a minute and look at the house. It's [looks] like a toy, and there's like a toy car outside, and it's all shiny and glowy –as if it's a really bad [TV] advertisement. Everything is super sweet - saccharine sweet, like the sense that this is all false, that it's false happiness. Not real. Pretend. It's people smiling, but really inside, they're dying. Like they're really unhappy. It's force positivity in an advertisement.

So, she's off the swing now. She has a stick in her hand, and she's banging her off, like a toy or off the ground. She picks it up, and it's like a blue truck, plastic.

She says, give that to him.

I said, okay. I assume she means my son, for some reason. Maybe not, though. I put it in my pocket

She points with her stick, as if it's a magic wand, showing me where the next place I have to go is.

I walk along, and there's like a park [with] a playground. There's a rainbow over it, a little hill. It's a bit cartoony, again, all this kind of sense of Everything being really happy and sweet.

But, there's also this sense that all of this is illusion. [Everything] is floating way up into the sky.

So, I just keep walking.

And there's a tree. Things are starting to get really fast. The tree just goes past me. It goes up into the ceiling. It's been sucked up into the sky, but there's no sky.

People meditating- more like a drawing of someone meditating, but it's also a person.

And then there's a sense of like panic of "I'm not going to find this, I'm not gonna see this", "I'm gonna miss this". So, I'm frantically looking for stuff, but I don't know what I'm looking for.

And there's like a ghost, like a Scooby-Doo ghost with like the sheet over his head. Eyes for holes – holes for eyes! I keep saying things backwards.

Then it's that [image] of been down a well, the circular well. I'm at the bottom, and people looking in the top, down at me. I've seen this before in these sessions. And it's [lots] of different people as if I'm like some sort of, you know, exhibition. As if it was in the centre of town and people are all as they pass, having a look in at the guy in the well, or in the hole.

Now it's turning into tunnels. I'm [crawling] down tunnels. My clothes are all worn and old. I'm filthy and have long hair and a long beard. There's an opening at the end that I'm going towards, and [the opening] goes from a circle into an Octagon. I had to count it. It's coming at me.

And then a butterfly.

And the butterfly just fades away.

Yeah, that's it.