Post by Nalyd Khezr Bey on Nov 15, 2013 3:09:55 GMT
The following is the communication I received as a result of a series of LAM portrait scrying sessions that took place at various times in January, February and March of 2012. There were several intelligences involved in the communication which is what has led me to believe that LAM itself is not necessarily an entity itself that we contact but a mask that we must wear to interface with certain frequencies. Make of this what you will.
ODN
Communication with the Architects via the LAM Gateway
In this timeless moment specific elements are rendered visible to accomplish the supreme result of matter.
Externalized to a precise position the preparation of meaning is received and spoken.
Our greatest disadvantage is found within our movement.
Out of this helpless condition we extend the height and depth beneath the senses of a physical existence.
The uninitiated will not remember.
The Logos has released another procedure to both confuse and restore the light to the environment of the sixth sphere.
Difficult and arbitrary as this may be, we come away enriched by the ordinary and only separated by the recognition of standard circumstances.
The hidden nature is to be found between science and art, in the use of sublime words and in their corresponding elements.
Spiritualized proficiency is necessary in the moment this imagery effectuates a desire.
In the midst of this strange, delineating mystery the gods open a conference and we are surrounded by various globes of light.
Research is encouraged to familiarize yourself with the convention of language.
Know the key codes of expression.
There is an artificial stage within the natural structure that is necessary and one of the most important.
We have all become lost in conduct with no purpose.
The gods speak directly to the relations between time and form.
The few were there to witness the erection of the body-mind temple.
Betray the veil and give us the instruction of the secret covenant.
The external recitation is no longer sufficient.
Observe who suffers within the realms of the peculiar.
Monstrous dreaming has imprisoned us in the wandering clouds of forgotten desire.
Our companions have released the Key and entered into a dying importance.
Not a single vision has been received.
Consideration of the moment of intention is reflected in the returning of two to naught.
Thoughts lapse into perfection and have been taken to represent the absolute.
The void of time is under the veil of the underworld, circled in an enchanted canopy of a soft sleep.
The crown is a fountain of celestial radiance.
Passions continue drifting past the glance of silence.
The sword is the burden of the chalice.
We awake the secret stars that hang beneath the sky.
The most important are eclipsed by night under the glamour of the moon.
Roses cross the lesser meaning and evoke the subtle allegory and legend of daydreaming in the afternoon.
So many are unaware of the ancient incident that disturbed the psyche with ripples of illness.
Concentrate on the alphabet.
Within this atmosphere you will begin to draw your attention to the sympathy of excited calm with no excess movement.
Observe the spectacle that is imprisoned among the fairy.
Between these horizons sleep becomes travel and received impressions remain mysterious.
You will continue to hear what you refer to as metallic voices.
Captivity amuses the prisoner with the enchanting sorcery of patience.
Our eyes have never known the punishment of such pleasure.
We give you oracles that you may contemplate their brilliance and awake to the fantastic within yourself.
We frequent your thoughts and shape them accordingly.
Our work is the opening and closing of the grand ceremony.
No explanation will be understood in any obvious or distinct way.
We can speak to you forever and you will still be as you are.
Your motives are the results of our ideas.
We have spent our eternal moment raising the ages to a cycle of mystic death.
Some have passed on the way.
Some have turned inward from earthly density to the light of pure darkness.
The Ritual of the Point is a long period of experiences and adventures where the soul traces its genesis according to the initiation of life.
The coordinates were given and you have your direction.
You know these all too well:
Timeless and Formless.
The Logos.
The dual is nothing.
Onset of illusions and appearances.
Pure consciousness.
Manifestation.
Reflection.
As above, so below.
Behold: Poth Tefnos Nin'elia Odin Amofse Dh’ul Amin!
Too many of your kind are awaiting finality and a resurrection.
Their perception is not without error.
Do not show them sympathy nor waste your time with them.
Furthering your engagement with them is not warranted nor would it be proper for our task.
It is only possible to speak of this mistranslated episode in symbolical terms because the technicalities would overwhelm the scribe.
Your questions represent slain ideas.
You need not ask.
Our rites concern regeneration and a new birth depicted in death.
This formula is the restoration of the light that has died in the rose.
There is great joy in your need to multiply.
We control the recurrence of events.
These mysteries restrict within limits; a necessity that is administered in processes of various importance.
Your point of view is a testimony belonging to a time when a secret tradition was twisting alone in casual suggestions before words were made audible.
Wandering in the primordial isolation, we created this template and gave you the formulae of meditation and eleven cycles of knowledge.
Hidden in these oracles is a distant conjuration that reveals the teachings and practices of our circle of communication.
It is on this foundation that we have developed a signal that can only be exposed in the lines of the sanctuary.
This is now incomprehensible to me.
You are showing me a secret imagination in mountains and subterranean passageways.
Hidden means unforgiving.
We have shown you the portals to portraits and the mania of manuscripts.
Do not mistake these structures for the gnosis you seek.
A mistake of this magnitude would annihilate your consciousness.
We are the eternal flower that has separated your loss of balance from the needle of the divine voice.
I have now pierced the veil of the depths.
My clock has vanished into darkness.
Metallic voices are stirring here and have filled my soul with a faint terror.
There is no vision here.
But you see what you expect to see.
In this sphere your expectations are a desolate tragedy.
You have called us a machine.
This is not without its merit.
Insanity is a sinking curiosity where vegetation emerges in a lighted vault of immense chambers.
Speak to the vegetation!
The phenomenal becomes a whisper in the corridor of intention.
Have you forgotten the dripping water?
The current has risen from nowhere.
You have fallen in search of the fourth house of loud despair.
Return to your caves and listen for the echoes of the ending of the world’s reflection.
This instantaneous Logos is the intersection between a shifted constellation and a nostalgic spontaneity.
Mundane interaction is simply a network of appearances; some arcane, some atmospheric.
The true phenomenon will be overwhelmed by a momentary intimacy extrapolated in mediations and peripheral extensions.
All at once you will reach the subliminal interface of circuitry as you have come to know it.
Having spoken in your terms, there is nothing revealed that you did not know.
We are simply the architects of cosmic obsession.
Fantasies are poisoned by delusion and difficult tension.
These warnings are insufficient complications.
Why do you speak so vague?
Because you require it to be so.
Do you recognize your own subversion and uncertainty?
These combinations of assaults on your being are not unusual.
We are responsible for sinking the blue luminous intercession.
Behind this wall runes have become shadows of ancient thoughts and deeds.
Stir this cauldron and begin the process of magical fermentation.
Destroyed by solitary waiting we have carved you this stone of endless ages.
You live on a globe of polarities.
The vortex you have entered is the absorption of all external.
Four expressions and seven conditions will manifest in a vertical density.
This is known to you as the shadow of non-becoming.
Stab your transparent heart with symmetry and intolerable suspension.
The miracle of the one thing is an eccentricity hidden in an illusion of meaninglessness.
It is known by a few that the obscure will elaborate.
Behind this final cloak are the excursions of insignificance.
Their purification will inspire destruction.
Ask no more and leave this garden at once.
Of course I don't think LAM is the only mask. There are numerous masks we can wear and even create for ourselves. LAM just happens to have a certain sympathetic link hardwired into it.