At the beginning of the project, I was unaware of the multiplicity of facets being brought to bear on this one condition: the condition of LOVE and its relation to the emergence of the soul. 

It seemed that all the swirling maelstrom of magic and form, energies and sympathies, were part of an external system to be decoded and accounted for. The goal in this first stage was to enumerate and explicate, to find and to list all the components, in order of magnitude of force, with care given to finding the actual source of this force. 

The sympathy of the magician or shaman with the varied entities that the objects resonated, had turned the objects into more vital instruments of communication – between nature, humanity and the divine, to be used in the ceremonies and rituals of old, that would then bring us into an alignment that could fool the Lords of Time. Thus the theurgic ceremony opened doors whose thresholds allowed the conductor to pass into the realm beyond time, the incubator of events. 

Training involved not only identification but also recognition of similars across time and place, tracing the prehistory and history of human endeavour. 

Additional training prepared the researcher for the time thresholds, with the understanding that these were not only to do with time, but with all the objects that this time held in its space, along with all the emotions and embodiments of living beings, and the events that were continuously born and reborn within this timepoint. 

That was a big job and no one was up for it. The only real way to do this was to be thrust into the field, with a small handbook and some guidance from an experienced mentor. 

For the only way that this work could ever really be accomplished happened in an unseen area of study. The hidden way, we called it. It was not found in the externals, but once it was found it could be seen or glimpsed in the externals. And then followed to source, if the researcher was ready for this step. 

Our problem came up right away. 

How to do this with finesse and not shift the direction of the trajectory of time? Or were we actually part of the way of necessity and fate, to make this time our pinpoint of destiny? 

This was a great essential appointment with the purpose of the soul, for the soul met her emergence at this pinpoint. All the cabinet and its wonders were lures and glamours, all the ceremonies and rituals were calls and attractors for the Gods and the great ones to assist in this one simple purpose: the emergence of the soul. The ritual philosophic death. And the report and all the accounts and assessments? They are part of the way after the fact, for they show how to be dead. 

Every item in the cabinet is an urn, holding the remains and relic of a great being, whether a magician, a ginn, or a nature god. Saints and shamans are all represented here in their miniature castles and shell-like mansions. 

Aligning all the swirling information into a list and form was a herculean task, something that required help from the gods of organization and meaning. 

We always knew this. It was easy to set up the system to lift up, for us to find our way out of the dark cave into the light. But to then go back down, and bring the news to the others, that is where the problem comes. No one can hear, if they can hear they are apathetic or worse, oppositional. How to bring the meaning back home, to encourage the production of perfection even in the muck and mire? 

How to heal the heart and sing the true melody? Our stories tell us and our visions and dreams show us. We can see this with our own three eyes, especially the unseen eye. 

The scroll of letters pours out to us in a magic line and we can follow this to its source. Here are the words that sing in poetic reality all that needs to be known. And since the line is always being torn or broken, we can give it a special return, and it reappears for us in other times and other languages. 

Sitting in the circle around the table, we each have an evanescent cable that has descended from the centre of the ceiling. This cable is made of light, and it connects to the object we have brought. At a certain time the objects are all dissolved. Then at another time they are connected and lifted up to become a fascinating chandelier. 

It is musical. It is turning slowly, radiating forms on the ceiling of light and shadow, and those patterns project into our minds as they play upon the tops of our heads, in their rhythmic moire of beauty and form. 

I describe all these things so they can be known by HQ and recorded. Each time something like this is recorded, it is stored in a diamond. Other events are recorded in other gemstones, and others are inscribed in gold leaves. Each has its purpose. 

As each person at the round table told a tale related to their object or their research findings in general, I noticed that each of the senior members had special jewellery – a pendant of emerald, a pin of ruby, a diamond hair adornment.

Those of us who were being inducted on this day were each given a small diamond pin to place on the left side of the blouse or shirt, indicating the relationship between the information it contained and the heart. We were each also given a topaz, some in pendant form, others as a ring. 

Wherever on the body these jewels were placed, there the activation began and a correspondence was developed between the information stored in the precious stone and the human body. For it was not possible to take the information into the body by swallowing it. Not even a pearl can be taken into the self in this way. For the activation of the gem requires the resonance of the inner body – not only esoteric chakras but all the beauty of the body in meaning and resonant correspondence and sympathy. 

To see a king or queen in their cascading gems with the crown activated is to see a full human being in command of the entire domain given to them. Never seen entirely but somehow known. And there are many jewels not worn, but kept stored, or only brought out in particular circumstances like coronation or memorials.

The ONE – the emergence of the Royal being, made visible like a the hologram in the centre of the round table, with all seated around. Jewels and royal finery. The crown. Not man or woman but full archetype of the human being, a royal being: that which we are. It is the being of King Arthur, the being of the one we all serve. We bow our heads. Most gracious lord, master, messiah and savior of humanity. This is our birthright – to see and know that Royal One in whose image we become whole. 

Like the story of the Simurgh in the Conference of the Birds, the one who is the embodiment of all the seekers who could make the journey – not one specific other bird but actually an embodiment of them all. 

The One to be Discovered. One and many, hidden and sought after, found through sacrifice of self.