Cyclopean: Humanity’s Godparents Herald the Exultant Stroke

By Richard Leviton

A TEAM OF GEOMANCERS PROBE MEGALITHIC SITES FOR THE TRUE STORY OF THE GIANTS AND CYCLOPES OF MYTH AND THEIR RELEVANCE FOR TODAY
Seasoned Boston book editor Edward Burbage vividly records the adventures of himself and two colleagues as they participate in the final dissolution of an old enemy of humanity, the healing of an antique wound, and the restoration of an equally old mythic but real figure. The pursuit of these goals takes them all over the planet, starting off in England but traveling to France, Spain, Ireland, Sicily, Greece, Turkey, Peru, the United States, and finishing in the South Island of New Zealand on the top of a formidable snow-capped peak.
The story is a myth-living evocation of many of the key themes of Western mythology, such as the Wounded Fisher King, the Dolorous Stroke, the grim Wasteland, the bright Avalon of the Summer Country, the numinous Castle of the Holy Grail, the Grail Knights who dedicate their lives to questing for the holy object, and the lingering, intriguing tales of Cyclopes, the one-eyed giants of humanity’s deep past, credited with building the world’s megalithic features.
The story takes place in the ultra-modern setting of 2090 as they chase the possible reality and significance of Cyclopes for current times. Burbage and his companions couldn’t have better helpers. They’re tutored by an angelic order called the Elohim, humanity’s godparents, prime benefactors, and, it turns out, the fabled Cyclopes.
They’ve preserved a heavenly sword for humanity, and that’s the centerpiece of the whole affair. The ending of the reign of domination by humanity’s perpetual enemy—Ahriman, also known as the Antichrist, all-time liar, destroyer, and champion “bad guy” of the world. Burbage’s team needs this sword because the outcome of these encounters affects the next phase of Earth’s scripted destiny—the rehabilitation of humanity’s alignment with the intended design of reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781663215475

Richard Leviton

Richard Leviton is the author of 14 books, including many on myths and the global landscape, notably The Galaxy on Earth, The Emerald Modem, Signs on the Earth, and Encyclopedia of Earth Myths. He has been in regular contact with the angelic realm for more than 22 years, and has written about his experiences with them in Looking for Arthur and What's Beyond That Star. He is the director/founder of the Blue Room Consortium, a cosmic mysteries think tank based in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

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About the Author

For Judith A. Lewis, Silver Boy, and the Blaise Babies, finally here, changing everything

Foreword

In this account I record the adventures of myself and two colleagues as we participated in the final dissolution of an old enemy of humanity, the healing of an antique wound, and the restoration of an equally old mythic but real figure. The pursuit of these goals took us all over the planet, starting off in England but traveling to France, Spain, Ireland, Sicily, Greece, Turkey, Peru, the United States, and ending up in the South Island of New Zealand on the top of a formidable snow-capped peak. To be honest, we never climbed Mount Cook, or Aoraki, as the Maori call it, but we were up there in spirit, in a literal sense, in a psychic extension of our awareness, our bodies still comfortably at ground level. I can’t say we ever planned this ambitious itinerary in advance. We were like detectives chasing down clues, following them earnestly wherever they led us.

You’ll be wanting me to clarify these cryptic allusions, so I will. What enemy? Ahriman, or Angra Mainyu, to the Zoroastrians, basically the Antichrist and the world’s pre-eminent liar. What wound? The bearer of this injury is called the Wounded Fisher King, and he received this wound by way of the Dolorous Stroke, his own fault. The wound, by way of euphemism, was said to have incapacitated the old boy in the crotch from the misuse of a big sword.

What it meant in real terms was he became unable to remember the history of his soul because the energy circuit from root chakra to crown was compromised and he entered a prolonged period of spiritual amnesia. He refers to all humanity, all humans alive, and those who were here and are gone; all participate in this primordial wounding and its dire consequences felt up through 2090, the year of the adventures related in this book. The myths called this collective of humanity over time a king because that word once indicated the autonomy of the soul of either gender over all aspects of consciousness.

These are elements of an old myth, known in broad terms to most people in the Western world. It is the saga of King Arthur, the Holy Grail, Grail Knights, and the quest to find the Grail Castle and within, the cranky, invalided Wounded Fisher King so that he may be healed and restored to his original condition as the Rich Fisher King. It’s not about restoring the old boy’s stock portfolio or anything to do with money. The riches here refer to the copious store, the opulence, of retrieved memories of his soul, his full history since his beginning as a spirit.

That means humans will remember how and why they left the unity of the Supreme Being to enter the incarnational stream of humanity living on the Earth. It’s being able to answer the question, Why am I here in this body on this planet? And achieving the same level of insight regarding the species of humanity too. You get the answer to the question, Why are there humans on planet Earth? The Grail in the Grail Castle is an essential tool in our getting the answer to this.

Why should he care, you care, or anybody care, about remembering such nebulous particulars and answering those questions? Because the alternative, to continue languishing in a state of permanent spiritual amnesia, to not know because you can’t remember, your mind a blank about the history of your soul, is far worse, leading to no end and variety of miseries in our incarnational life. Look at the state of the world for, say, the last several millennia. Not a pretty picture, agreed? Are many people actually happy and flourishing? I think not.

These are nuances of the Wasteland which resulted from the Dolorous Stroke which produced the wound that incapacitated the Rich Fisher King. It’s mythic language that well describes the human condition for millennia. I hope you can begin to sense how this psychic picture characterizes the spiritual condition of humanity, and I say psychic purposefully for most myths are psychic pictures. They are clairvoyant impressions deposited in popular culture for a future time when people will be able to read out their allusive meanings. They were deposited there by early initiates as a way to preserve essential information over time. Wasteland, one such picture, is a psychic term to denote a condition of spiritual malaise we live in affecting both inner and outer worlds.

The Dolorous Stroke is a term preserved in the medieval Grail stories. Outwardly, it resulted from the terribly wrong use of a sword by a king; he injured himself bodily as a result, becoming a chronic invalid in the Grail Castle. What it really means is humanity and its keystone, the king, misused psychic powers represented as a sword, creating grievous bodily harm, ostensibly to the groin of one person, but actually to the root chakra of everybody. That’s an energy center for the force of consciousness located at the base of the spine.

These psychic powers that were misapplied were meant to be creative, but they ended up as destructive. The wrong stroke produced dolor, great and lasting sorrow and distress known thereafter as the Wasteland. It wasn’t a single wrong use of the sword, but thousands in a chronic abuse of psychic power over time. All humans have lived in this dark ambiance for many millennia. The sword in this story, more like an allegory, came from the angelic realm.

The meaning of the title Rich Fisher King is not immediately obvious. I didn’t appreciate its nuances at first. Rich, as I suggested, pertains to the wealth of soul knowledge and memory, a wide-awake awareness of the full history of your soul, from its first emergence from the Supreme Being as a spark of Light. King refers not to secular or political authority but to sovereignty within one’s own soul domain, the chief of your own consciousness and its vast history. It sounds like a gendered term, but it’s not. You hold this autonomy in your soul, and that soul is neither male or female, but spiritually androgynous.

The Fisher part is less obvious. Christians for a time associated the Christ with a fish and Jesus with being a fisher of souls or converts to the new religion. But the origin of the fish reference is much older. Vishnu, the Hindu picture of the Christ, had a list of 10 major incarnations or avatars; the first was as a fish.

This fish, called Matsya and conceived in the Golden Age or Satya Yuga, was eight-million-miles long and towed the Boat of the Vedas across the raging waters during the world Deluge. The Boat of the Vedas is the Grail Castle, and Vishnu sent this personification of himself down into the phenomenal world to help rescue it from the awful mess it had fallen into. He came down as a big fish. It is a psychic metaphor of course, but rather a grand one, don’t you think? He did something that seers said was like a very long and large fish pulling a special boat across the sea. Its length meant it spanned the extent of the sea, and more.

That boat is an early and plausible visual metaphor for the Grail Castle, home of the Holy Grail, and which in geomantic terms is always situated high above physical prominences, notably mountains, thereby evoking the earlier image of a boat sailing safely on top of the Flood waters. The Vedas in this image is a way of referring to valuable spiritual scriptures, but, more esoterically, to the protocols of higher consciousness and full awakening, actual methods, which the Grail supports and which the Vedas preserve for us over a great reach of time. These protocols pertain to practical methods of retrieving full soul knowledge.

The Boat of the Vedas, or Grail Castle, or even the cartoonish Noah’s Ark, preserved those protocols over time. To invoke the Wounded Fisher King alludes to the disastrous degree to which this grand intention and high alignment has entropically degenerated. Part of the wound is the forgetting of these protocols. Culturally, it’s as if the boat was lost at sea, all hands drowned in the enveloping waves. Except it wasn’t. To stay with the mythic jargon, the role of the modern Grail Knight is to undo this forgetting, find the boat again, which didn’t sink, and restore the Wounded Fisher King to his rightfully rich and healed status.

My account also includes Cyclopes. They are in fact a primary focus here. Those are the legendary giants from Greek myth, usually portrayed as oafish and not too bright with a single big round eye in their forehead. Cyclops means round eye. Homer and Virgil give you the idea they are a nuisance, live rough in caves, throw big rocks at one another for an afternoon’s entertainment, and are an antique pestilence best removed from the planet. That is so wrong a notion.

These Cyclopes are actually a high-ranking angelic order known as the Elohim, and they happen to be humanity’s godparents, designers, mentors, role models, and the very clever engineers who designed Earth’s geomantic landscape, better known to most people as its array of sacred sites, and to us, in the profession, as the planet’s Light grid, an enabling web of consciousness we call the template that aligns us with the metaphysical forces of the universe.

There was an antique time when the Elohim were materially present on the Earth and performed most of the landscape engineering feats attributed to Cyclopes. We have to rehabilitate the old and misleading image of the Cyclopes, though. They were far more grand than the Greek myths and others lead us to believe. They were primarily the instigators of our geomythic adventures recounted here and we had many encounters with their variously named forms.

So there’s a lot about the Cyclopes in this book, and an esoteric but desirable ability they embody called the cyclopean condition that we may enter when we emulate these guys with the Circle Eye. I’ll defer a fuller explanation of that until we get to it in the story. It will make more sense at that point, but I will say for now that deploying the cyclopean state is essential to the resolution of the goals we set out to accomplish in this odd trip. The Grail stories don’t tell you this, but the Grail Knights were cyclopean in a psychic sense because that is a pre-requisite condition for healing the king and undoing the Wasteland. Let’s say for now cyclopean means a state of heightened awareness and cognition.

In some respects, I know this is an odd book. I say that as a book editor. I classify it as an example of a mythopoeic evocation. An expedition into the psychic realm of myth, where boundaries of time, space, and identity are blurred. Where impossible things seem to happen, time seems stretched, and improbable events unfold before you, like fantastic notions from dreams or the improbable events from Celtic tales of the Otherworld yet apparently real, and none of it, surprisingly, seems untenable, but part of what passes for normal in the protean metaphysical realm of Earth’s subtle underlying reality.

It is not fiction, nor is it scholarly explication. Its identity lies in between these two. Mythopoeisis means myth-living, myth-making, the poetic evocation of higher consciousness states, the generation of a mythic narrative to explain something beyond the confines of ordinary rationality, something real accessed by psychic means. Events, configurations, and experiences within the fluidic realm of the psychic where mythic images are picture codes and just another version of clairvoyant impressions, but ones capable of surviving through time.

Our travels brought us to many locations associated with Cyclopes or their alternate mythic designation as giants and to sites that hinted at some ancient building role on their part involving moving great stones and designing sites. Cyclopes or giants are often credited with having built megalithic features such as stone circles and rows and great boundary walls of exquisite engineering. In our travels we learned much that surprised us about this building work, and I suspect it might surprise you as well. They might be big (they once stood 18 feet tall), but the Cyclopes-Elohim are friendly and always at our service as tutors, and if I might understate matters, they definitely know their way around stones.

For the most part, they built the megalithic landscape that still looms enigmatically in a semi-preserved condition in many parts of the world, notably the British Isles and Northern Europe. I’m referring to stone circles, rows, and walls, standing stones, odd looking hills that seem queerly to have been made by hand and not as the serendipitous product of presumably dumb geological forces. They show up in the older myths of these countries, but always in the background, like some truly odd relatives in your family tree that it is almost embarrassing to mention but still hold a curious lingering fascination for you.

They are rumored to have done fantastic exploits, built mountains, thrown huge stones, gone crazily cannibalistic against humans, showed them valuable things. The myths are so old they seem to have lost some of their explanatory branches. The Cyclopes ended up as enemies of humanity and feared social outcasts, hard to kill and not wanted by humans. You look at these old legends of scary giants and wonder what these tales could possibly mean. It’s easy to dismiss them as unreal, hallucinations, or faulty memories, but what if they are real accounts, though distorted, of genuine interactions humans once had?

It was fun, educational, to track down the esoteric truth behind these glittering mythic shards, to reassemble the original, correct picture of the Cyclopes. They haven’t left the Earth. You can still contact them at the old sites. It was not only a matter of reconstructing their résumé; we collaborated with them, acted as junior or apprentice builders, you could say, to these senior megalithic engineers working out in the geomantic field, that is, the subtle landscape. Though, long ago, the Elohim did for a time physically manifest themselves as very large human-looking figures, hence the giant appellation, during our work with them their appearance was strictly in the Light body form.

They are angels after all, and their once gloriously material manifestation was a one-time privilege granted them by the Supreme Being for a vital geomantic task. Namely, to set up and precisely adjust the planet’s Light grid and put it in resonance with the design of human beings during their first early days. We call this matching resonant pattern the template, and the Elohim designed it. Humans and the planet have matching, resonant designs. The discipline of working with that resonance is called geomancy, and the actual work of the legendary Grail Knights was to work as geomantic field engineers. That’s why these quaint stories of Grail Knights are still keenly relevant today. Our planet still has its Light grid, and it’s a pattern in Light that needs attention.

The Supreme Being let the Elohim enter physical form as quasi-humans for a short time only to accomplish the necessary anchoring of this pattern to the planet and to human bodies through our consciousness structures, and to remain on hand long enough to tutor some humans in the conjoint psychic mechanisms linking people and planet. Apparently, it is a bit risky because it is seductive to allow angels to stay in human form for long, so the Management is usually conservative about this. When the Elohim’s work was done, they were recalled.

You could say a long time ago the Elohim instructed some people in how to work with this planetary Light grid, to maintain, modulate, and keep it well-oiled. This esoteric though eminently practical knowledge got passed along through the generations like a medieval trade such as brick-making or metal-smithing. It was as if they gave these original field workers a long educational glimpse of some of the engineering blueprints by which Earth reality was constructed. Like anything engineered, the machinery of this Light grid needed regular maintenance. The knowledge of how to do that was coded and preserved in the enduring Grail Knight mythos and its rich mythic imagery.

The memory of this tutorial immersion with the designers was memorialized in various myths you can still encounter in which people were taught valuable skills by the gods or were taken into the godly residences like special college buildings. So that today, as late in Earth history as 2090, the year in which these geomantic adventures took place, people are still acting on that early college instruction, still assembling like alumni once yearly, and making new contributions to the maintenance and, in this case, the upgrading of the Earth’s Light grid, the overall consciousness blueprint for human reality.

I hope that doesn’t sound overly vague. Some of you may have read one or two of my previous books that have had a geomantic focus. I am referring to one about Merlin and another about Joseph of Arimathea, both key geomantic figures in the planet’s history and humanity’s instruction in geomantic protocols. I have also served as principal editor for an ongoing series of related books on geomantic studies over the years (the last 67, in fact, since My Pal, Blaise, the first) that mainly detailed the experiences of a fascinatingly elusive friend called Blaise who laid justifiable claim to a lifetime of useful interaction with an angelic order known as the Ofanim who have been central to all matters pertaining to human consciousness and its relationship with this engineering pattern across the Earth. You could say the Ofanim are the inspiring Muses behind all geomantic work.

This century, beginning in 2020, has had a number of key inputs of celestial Light and influence on its time line. These inputs have entailed major incremental upgrades to the Light grid pattern enveloping the Earth and its effects on how humans regard themselves in the world and their role on the planet itself. It was like progressively nudging a dimmer switch to illuminate a room. My impression is that to a large degree most people did not notice these inputs at the time, for they were subtle though powerful, but gradually adjusted to the changed nuances of consciousness and they began to slowly transform themselves. It’s like dawn and sunrise: even if you are watching it closely, the transition from night to morning still proceeds extra-subtly and in slow-motion.

What is this Light grid? Picture a complicated geometric pattern in many layers draped over the Earth and having plug-in connections at innumerable landscape sites at which you have either the ruins of ancient structures or something megalithic or, in many instances, some religious edifice occupying the place. This matrix of nodes provides constant celestial input into the planet and structures, bolsters, and modulates the quality of consciousness we enjoy.

It has been the perennial site of all the actions and locations referenced in the world’s myths, and it is where the geomancer makes regular constructive inputs to keep the planet in attunement with the galaxy and the many spiritual realms. The Light grid is an intermediary, interactive zone between Earth and Heaven; it is the meticulously designed field of Light where consciousness does this work. Think of it as an engineered higher frequency Earth landscape.

The human body, you may be surprised to consider, is the product of a Light grid. So is the planet. They both appear to be physically palpable and self-evidently materialized, but they are encased in subtle layers of Light patternings. More relevant to the theme of this book, both were designed by the Elohim, and designed to be reciprocally interactive because they share a common pattern. Certainly, the human is upright and rectangular, the Earth spherical and large. But the Light grids structuring and maintaining both are virtually identical. That is what enables geomancers or Grail Knights to creatively insert themselves into the patterns now and then to make adjustments. This is all the Elohim’s doing.

In case you’re unfamiliar with this angelic order, let me first clarify a matter regarding their name. The Judeo-Christian tradition gives the impression Elohim is another name for God, but that is imprecise. Elohim is a specific angelic order, one of the 40 angelic families God created. To use a human notion of hierarchy from the business world, the Elohim are mid-level executives.

The old Greek and biblical name for them was Exousiai, but hardly anybody knows that name today unless they’ve read Rudolf Steiner who used it. They are charged with creating and safeguarding most of the visual world, whether it is the psychic or the physical. They are the builders of the forms the Light takes in the world; not just ours, but all of the realms. They embody the core creational values and laws, the operational mechanics, by which reality is manifested. You want the truth? Study them. You want the structural blueprints for reality? They have them, and there are a lot of them on hand to show you. The Elohim are permitted a shocking number of copies of themselves to do this important work across the galaxies: it’s on the order of 155 septillion.

They are especially relevant to people for two reasons. First, they designed the Light grid I will be referring to often in this narrative, the geometric webbing of Light and subtle function that envelops the planet. It’s where we did our collaborative work with them. Second, they are humanity’s surprise godparents. It’s a surprise because usually we don’t think the human race has godparents. Individual children might, but the entire collective of living men and women?

In case you’ve ever wondered, as I have, is the physical world worth the bother, it seems the Elohim declare it is, hence their dedicated labor on its behalf for eons. I do not exaggerate. The Earth is 4.5 billion years old; that’s 4.5 eons and counting. The Elohim have been on the job that long, and in fact, far longer, because the planet and the human phylogeny both had to be carefully designed, and that design phase obviously predated the material manifestation of both, so we can say the Elohim have been putting in long hours in their architect’s office. I take that as a persuasive basis for giving the material world the benefit of the doubt. I have, for the most part, but of course it’s always an individual decision. I suppose such thoughts are not uncommon when you reach age 92, as I have.

The Elohim have been superintending the Earth since its beginning, on hand for all upgrades to its function and structure. A big recent celestial input, obviously hard to miss, was the momentous return of the domes in 2084, when more than 80,000 large canopies of Light bearing imprints of the stars suddenly appeared across the planetary surface like products of a terrifically blistered skin. Perhaps not everyone was able to see this as the domes were not quite in matter, but this global event constituted a major upgrade to Earth’s geomantic status. The Elohim were part of this return of the domes, their fourth presence on Earth.

The cyclopean adventures recounted in this book are the latest in that series of geomantic adjustments, and you can’t help but conclude the whole thing was carefully planned out and meticulously executed by competent minds. I will add to this impression another one: it was all planned a long time ago. The Elohim, master planners and time-keepers, probably plotted it at the beginning of the Earth and the human advent as a necessary developmental threshold.

As long ago as 4.5 billion years, the Elohim foresaw and made provisions for these upgrades, then patiently waited until our present time rolled around, and then they made the changes, and they got some people to help out at ground level. To foresee, for the Elohim, is to herald, to anticipate outcomes based on higher knowledge and to let humans have some advance notice of these changes. What they heralded is a collective human action I call the Exultant Stroke. Think of this as the antidote to the poisonous Dolorous Stroke delivered long ago by our ancestors. Dolor versus exultancy, Wasteland versus Paradisal land—which do you prefer? The Cyclopes tutor us today in the joy of the Exultant Stroke.

The events of the last 107 years, since the day the Hierarchy, the true and benevolent secret government that runs the planet, inaugurated the first momentous upgrade to the Earth’s Light grid on June 21, 1985, through to the past two years and the expulsion of the Ahrimanic influence from the psyche of humanity and the restoration of the Fisher King to his entitled condition of spiritual riches, have clearly been carefully planned long in advance and executed with precision and care. It was a geomantic timetable with thresholds and inputs. Like committed godparents, the Elohim and their higher-world colleagues including the Ofanim obviously care about the outcome of these developments on the Earth, as the evidence of this field report will show you.

The adjustments registered on Earth from this current round of Elohim inputs and human experiences may at some future point be similarly regarded as crucial. So will the struggle against the main opponent of these upgrades. The central oppositional figure to all human advancement has been Ahriman. If that name is unfamiliar to you, substitute Antichrist or Satan, the Adversary, though the latter term has degenerated into a somewhat cartoonish caricature like an unrelentingly nasty villain of the astral world whom we are smart to avoid.

Ahriman, from the Zoroastrian metaphysical model, was finally taken down a few pegs, all of them in fact, in the past few years, and the long suffering Wounded Fisher King was restored to a destined state of illuminated healing and well-being. That has been anticipated since the climactic downfall by world Deluge of ancient Sumeria, not to be reckoned in thousands but in millions of years ago. But it was foreseen, planned for, and now it’s finally happened.

Sumeria was where the Dolorous Stroke happened and the miserable Wasteland began and the first round of humans were summarily removed forever from the planet and all possibilities of future incarnation and humanity was retooled for a new epoch, still underway. You and me and our friends are living in it. The trouble was this new generation of humans entered life with the taint of the Wasteland and the lingering consequences of the Dolorous Stroke. Theologians imprecisely call this Original Sin and mistakenly attribute it to sexual excesses. That is an error in interpretation. It’s about psychic powers.

Both events sound like they affected the material side of life, the body of a king and the environment of a planet. But they were both psychic disasters that affected the consciousness condition of humanity as it kept incarnating anew. The Dolorous Stroke refers to a gross, cumulative misuse of a psychic power, actually, many psychic powers, known to yogis as siddhis, occult chakra forces. The chakras are subtle energy and consciousness centers arrayed along the spine but in a subtle part of our body’s form. You can’t normally see them, but they are important. The misuse of the powers of these centers backfired and damaged humanity; their occult forces no longer changed the world, but changed humans, and for the worse. That is the meaning of the Wasteland. It’s a psychic wound.

The external environment started to decline too, along with Nature, the weather, and the physical side of reality grew a bit crazed, bi-polar, or even deranged over time. The planet tilted off its designed axis and the Precession of the Equinoxes began. Humanity got into an unbalanced reciprocal relationship with the material world, one that wobbled and sparked and ran crooked and lopsided, and its purity of consciousness continued to decline over the centuries.

But the Wasteland was mostly an interior psychological and cognitive state. The vitality of the human psyche started to wane, grow toxic. It was like a global vote in favor of the Existentialists who said life was meaningless in itself, the deific world did not exist other than in our imagination or desirings, so humans had to impose their own arbitrary humanistic meanings and illusory interpretations upon it like a façade to make life bearable, but it would be only minimally bearable at best. Reality and life in general would still be fraught with emptiness. Ask Jean Paul Sartre or Albert Camus honestly how happy were they.

The Wasteland was the progressive closing down of the cyclopean condition and the clairvoyantly accessed wide-open spaces of higher reality and the diminution from unitive seeing and Third Eye cognition into the fragmented, incomplete, cataractic, twofold, boringly binary vision that people took for normal until they forgot they even had all these chakra eyes and they accepted only the reality their physical eyes presented to them along with the linear-materialistic commentary their analytical brains provided them. Thus was the Wasteland renewed every day, with persistent clichéd densifying commentary. Rumors of the Grail Castle receded into the intellectual dismissals of academics, and the Wounded Fisher King languished on his invalid’s couch, ignored by all, and Ahriman relished his still burgeoning triumph over human consciousness.

I go into the subject in greater detail in the book, but for now I will clarify what I mean by the cyclopean condition. It pertains to the chakras. These are the wheeling disks of Light positioned in our subtle form from root of the spine to top of the head. They organize the nuances of our perception of the world and self. There are seven principal chakras, and they are each like separate eyes that regard the world, our selfhood, and the phenomena linking both. From the point of view of the Elohim, they represent a fallen condition, a regrettable though necessary descent into fragmented perception, into having seven sets of eyes that all see differently, compared to their unified single vision with one round eye.

We achieve the cyclopean condition when we emulate the Elohim’s single eye. That happens when we move all the chakra petals from the seven chakras into one chakra, the one at the forehead, and start seeing reality in the cyclopean mode. These are like flower petals or vortex cones or even wheel spokes that radiate out from the spinning discs of the chakras. They number 1,050. Think of these petals as like the functional aspects of the chakras. The forehead chakra, the place of psychic images, is known in Sanskrit as Ajna, which means Center of Command. That is a very suggestive name, but an accurate one too.

The cyclopean condition operates through the Ajna as a command center position in consciousness. It is how the Elohim structured all those features out of Light. It is not just for seeing, but for creating, for cyclopean terraforming, creating land, geomantic structures, and images for consciousness, just like the mythical Cyclopes did according to the old stories. The one Round Eye in the forehead is the prime tool for this. It is known as the Third Eye, but that term is meant to indicate its advanced condition, when the Ajna has become cyclopean.

Then it acts as a psychic terraforming center to command reality. It is a creative force. It imposes engineering designs upon obedient matter. You need to have all the chakra petals massed in the forehead creating the Round Eye or cyclopean condition before you can start commanding reality and terraforming the world. All this, I trust, will gradually seem less recondite as you read the book. It is a forgotten patrimony that humanity can now begin to reclaim.

That is principally what this story is about. Undoing the fragmented condition and restoring the cyclopean one. Nearly all the adventures take place in the subtle realm accessed by psychic acuity known as clairvoyance. It can’t be helped because the energy imprint I call the Light grid that runs all affairs of planet and human consciousness lies in this non-physical realm like an invisible skin with a highly complex architecture freckling it like tattoos. This is the site of all mythology, where its odd events take place, where you find the palaces of the gods, dragon caves, and reclusive Grail Castles. You need to be able to see this realm, and that ability of clear seeing is called clairvoyance. The Grail stories didn’t spell it out, but all the successful Grail Knights were clairvoyant.

This invisible skin is where the geomantic engineers make their adjustments to the template’s operating system, and this is where the celestial managers of reality input their modulations. It’s where our reality comes from and where, in cyclopean mode, we may change it for the better. In Celtic myth, this in-between realm was called Avalon, the mystically elusive Apple-Land; the Buddhists call it Sambhogakaya, the realm of the delight and bliss of the gods, the Enjoyment Body, and the subtle body of limitless form. The Aboriginals call it the Dreamtime. It’s not your everyday reality. It is Summerland, as the Theosophists termed it, and the Summer Country, as Arthurian lore describes it.

I’m used to it by now. To say this realm is the subtle psychic domain requiring heightened seeing abilities is as ordinary as saying a welder must wear safety goggles. It’s an accepted part of the job. Think of it like acupuncture. You can’t see the thousand treatment points that dot your body, but they are there, and when you place the tiny needles in them in the correct manner, it moves your vital force or Qi around your body to benefit your health. The Earth’s Light grid is like that. Human consciousness is the treatment needle. The map of treatment points is the Light grid of innumerable sacred geomantic sites.

What I report in this book is the restoration of an old ability. Let’s say humans long ago had lots more abilities and powers of consciousness than they presently are aware of. Most of these were put off-limits due to human abuses. Our ancestors grossly misused these psychic abilities and the administrators of the Earth, the designers and sponsors, decided we’d better not have access to them for a time. That time is up, and they are coming back to us. The cyclopean condition is one, and possibly the central one that makes the others possible.

The timing of this restoration is linked to healing the Wounded Fisher King. You see, you can’t get away from the mythic side of this: old myths are at the core of this present reality. They explain this reality, outline the necessity of our current actions, and tell us how to do them. They are the psychic picture maps from the clairvoyant past that illustrate the choreography of our actions.

Long ago, in earlier epochs when the domes were present on Earth (the 2084 return was their fourth visit), the Elohim tutored interested humans in higher consciousness and geomantic protocols. The classroom was the domes, inside them, within their over-arching numinous zones of holographic starlight. That pattern has held steady and since the 2084 return, the Elohim are back, offering generous office hours in their domes. This book is the chronicle of some aspects of what the current day Elohim tutorial is like, my lecture notes with commentary as scribbled during the most recent series of stimulating lectures.

The theme of the current lecture series is "Being Cyclopean, and How This Will Help the Earth, by Professor Elohim, offered weekdays at 9 a.m. in AL-Hall." I know: borderline silly, and a bit cryptic. The Elohim don’t have names, as far as I can tell, unless you want to copy Homer and call them Polyphemus, but Homer’s portrait of this cave-dwelling, sheep-herding non-brainiac was not flattering, and I assure you, these guys are super-intelligent and when they put on their royalty costumery, awesomely impressive as ancient kings and queens.

The AL I allude to is a code word for the Elohim’s protean creative powers, and the hall is another code for a sword of Light (like a building) that wields them. This sword of the Elohim, which, technically, is not a sword at all, not like we think of them, is a key player in this cyclopean story. It’s traceable back to a famous oaf named Goliath who was bested by slingshot by the cocky David. You have to read that biblical, redacted story carefully to see a sword was involved, that David took a sword from the slain formidable giant, and later his son, Solomon, sent it on to the Arthurian Grail Knights at Camalate to wield. That sword, since mostly forgotten or overlooked, has a central role in my story.

I think it’s likely should you experience this you might feel tempted to stay in the Elohim college for a few extra semesters for the insider’s story on the Light grid. To be fair, some cultures, such as the Welsh, Irish, and the Basque of Spain, have left us names for their encounters with the Elohim, and to a degree they are evocative, but you get the feeling they are like name tags pinned to a guest’s jacket just so they wouldn’t have to walk around with no identifying badge. The descriptions of these Elohim emphasize their single round eye and giant stature, and typically associate them in some manner with the megaliths, and you get the strong impression whatever they did it happened long ago. The Greeks of course remembered them too, but tended to make them seem stupid.

None of this, really, is as recondite as it once might have seemed. Events since 2020 with its rude, turbulent inception have broadened our general sense of reality, and more people are accepting the possibility of heightened cognitive sensitivity and the presence of a formerly veiled geomantic landscape as the Earth’s primary structuring field. In fact, they are finding it necessary to make sense of the changed conditions of human life and how we regard our planet.

Many secret things have been publicly disclosed since then. The last 72 years, once the initial disturbances of 2020 got evened out, have widened everyone’s sense of what constitutes reality, what a human being actually is and why, and put these subjects closer to the forefront of general public discussion. Geomantic grid engineering is not yet a televised spectator sport, but it is better known than it ever used to be. The Grail Castles are almost tourist attractions.

I suppose some of our geomantic modulations are still performed in the shadows, but I think not out of secrecy but more like when a plumber comes to your house, you don’t have to get an explanation of what every last pipe he’s adjusting does. You accept the fact he’s fixing the plumbing problem based on his technical knowledge of plumbing and water and pressure and pipes. Still, a plumber probably has some exciting tales to relate about sticky problems and bizarre plumbing configurations. The same goes for Grail Knights and grid engineers. We have a few anecdotes of interest to relate. Some are in this book. The only difference is that the outcome of these special geomantic plumbing interventions have implications for the whole planet and how it feels to live on it.

—Edward Burbage,

Boston, Massachusetts,

Yuletide, December 21, 2092

1

I was holding the Elohim sword upright in front of me. I wasn’t just holding it. I was inside the formidable sword of Light, and this sword was the size of a lighthouse and as powerful as a lightning bolt as if thrown by Zeus.

I wasn’t just inside the sword the size of a lighthouse. I was this sword now as evidence of my blending with the Elohim’s energy. Its cutting edge uncannily faced all directions at once. Letters of fire streamed out of the sword in readiness to recode reality. Two dozen Elohim angels stood around me in an attentive circle watching my progress with this legendary sword, their sword.

It was the same sword that created the Dolorous Stroke and generated the Wasteland. It was the same sword that David wrested from Goliath after he slew the giant. I was wielding that sword from my brow chakra, the one in my forehead, but it’s more accurate to say the one that occupied the same space as my brain, as if superimposed, and now that was expanded to be a round circle of Light, just like the Cyclopes, which for practical purposes exceeded the size of my body and was as big as a three-story building. Strange, isn’t it. All of my awareness, my attention marshaled from the lower psychic centers, was assembled up in this one round spot, merged with the sword, and ready to….

But I get ahead of my story. I first became convinced of the reality of the Elohim when I touched one of the big stones at Avebury and I saw them summoning it fresh out of the ethers. Avebury is a large stone circle in Wiltshire, England. The human Blaise had always talked about them, this family of engineer angels who created most of the planet’s megalithic infrastructure, and he referred to them with the casualness anyone else might bring to an anecdote about an old school chum. Yet he also gave them a lot of respect, emphasizing the Elohim are humanity’s godparents, and we would never have had a geomantically templated planet without them, nor would it have survived intact.

Male and female He made them, you might say, meaning the Elohim like to manifest in apparent human form as regal kings and majestic queens out of the deep past. I mean they like to appear as both genders, even if this appearance is all in Light, and frankly, if it weren’t for the purposes of illustration, they’d need no form. Still, these forms were august. None of the other angelic orders appear to do this, mostly preferring straight angelic guises. Their apparent angelic form with wings and bright bird-bodies is a cognitive illusion facilitating our interaction with them, but I assure you they are unarguably real, however they appear. Their kingly and queenly guise, I assure you, is visually arresting.

They appear another way, which most people don’t realize, though they have probably heard of it, maybe even seen artists’ renditions. They are the Cyclopes. The original, single round-eyed giants memorialized by the Greeks. That famous one eye or Circle Eye or Round Eye they sport isn’t what people assume, namely, an incapacitation. It is a focal point of angelic power, their power to create and terraform entire realities. In Irish myth, people were warned to avoid that eye; it would incinerate them. I’ve seen it. I’ve been inside it, used it, and I didn’t go up in flames. That’s because I had careful training over a number of years, the last eight in fact, on how to occupy this fierce eye safely, and anyway, that fearsome fire is a way of referring to a force of consciousness.

Usually, the term cyclopean refers to the huge stones, monoliths placed with lapidary skill as formidable walls at many megalithic installations and clearly too massive to have been shifted by humans. Archeologists resort to calling them cyclopean, implying the Cyclopes must have shifted them, as the myths suggest, but they don’t believe this for one minute. It’s just a convenient metaphor. But no more than a clever, artsy metaphor, they insist. Cyclopes do not exist. They never existed, though archeologists concede with reference to the massive pillars of the stone ruins of the Baalbek temple in Lebanon, that they are unnecessarily large, much bigger than they need to be to hold up the podium. That is a vaguely open door if you pursue the question, why are they so big.

But it is a true statement. These ancient megalithic sites are cyclopean. Cyclopean means the Elohim’s megalithic terraforming power. They created the stones then built the megalithic features. Behind the clever metaphor is an unarguable reality. These sites are of the Cyclopes. Cyclopean is a correct term.

The Cyclopes put all these megaliths in place, and they never lifted a finger. They designed the distribution patterns, scripted the local stone arrays, calculated the required sizes in stone, and made it all happen without breaking a sweat. Using the Round Eye they commanded the stones to assume their intended places. That’s why the Ajna or forehead chakra is called Center of Command. It’s a magic wand that effortlessly directs the terraforming of Earth reality. The Elohim, doing business as the Cyclopes, are masters of megalithic legerdemain. The monolithic installations are cyclopean because the Cyclopes built them. The explanation is so simple, naked, and literal it shocks the so-called rational mind. Worse, Earth’s cyclopean reality is equally rational.

You would be unlikely to get this nuance from the Greek accounts, such as by Homer and Virgil, who both refer to a colony of Cyclopes on the island of Sicily. The encounter of Odysseus with the oafish Polyphemus is legendary. You can easily get the impression the Greeks regarded the Cyclopes’s one-eye condition as evidence of their being too stupid to have two proper human eyes, that they couldn’t see straight, stumbled around, knocking things over. They seem to impute no significance to the single eye condition, not even hinting or perhaps never suspecting themselves it refers to the powerful Ajna chakra. Polyphemus was a dumb oaf living crudely in a cave and tending his sheep. Presumably, the other Cyclopes in the Sicilian colony were equally country hicks.

Yet strangely, the name Polyphemus means abounding in songs and legends which suggests the Cyclops is a repository of ancient lore and stories. It hints at the Cyclops’s potential hierophantic role for Odysseus. The Greeks give us the impression Odysseus no longer required any instruction from the Cyclops, that the Cyclops had nothing to impart, and was the suitable butt for his clever trick in calling himself Nobody. Then when he poked out the Cyclops’s eye with his sharpened stick, Polyphemus came across as a laughable fool among his peers for crying out, Nobody blinded me. He was too stupid to get the joke.

Yet let’s invert the interpretation and say Odysseus did not blind the Cyclops, but that sharpened wooden stake was his inquiring consciousness extending itself like a unicorn into the cyclopean gaze of the Elohim-Cyclops for the hierophantic revelation, for the songs and legends that were the picture blueprints and sonic frequencies to code and thereby terraform Earth reality. He wasn’t blinding the Cyclops; he was probing the Cyclops mode of consciousness. He wanted to enter the Cyclops repository of Upper World wisdom and energy-modulation protocols, the songs and stories he abounded in. The sharpened stake was his focused attention seeking entry into the cyclopean realm.

The gesture of Odysseus blinding the giant with a stick reprises David sling-shotting Goliath with a stone, both of them overcoming and felling the giant. Yet the likely truth is both are iconic for humans or even Masters taking tutorials with the Elohim, the blazing single-eye synecdochal for that hierophantic mode. The Nobody self-designation had an esoteric meaning too. When you enter the cyclopean mode of the Elohim, your selfhood is irrelevant.

You are a Nobody in the sense that your sense of self is radically dilated so as to become transcendent to whatever way you formerly construed your humanity. Odysseus, or anyone, would have left the cave having forgotten who he is. As if he had temporary amnesia, he would think of himself as a nobody, empty but in bliss. He would feel like he had become a Cyclops. His identity had been uplifted. Who wouldn’t be after seeing what the Cyclops had to show. The two shipmates whom Polyphemus ate for lunch would be initiation candidates who failed the test of the Elohim’s hierophantic Eye, and were dead to the Light. Suddenly, Homer’s slapstick picture of Polyphemus seems very different.

Why did Homer present Polyphemus as an easily hoodwinked idiot giant? It’s as if the time Odysseus spent inside the Cyclops’s cave was the equivalent of a weeklong initiation immersion in the Mysteries of Eleusis. All Greeks knew these Mysteries were sacrosanct, protected by the vow of secrecy. So what Polyphemus divulged to the receptive Odysseus was classified, a secret, and all Homer could do was convey the official cover story, as silly as it sounds, and hope that astute readers would see through the façade to the initiation reality and know that Polyphemus and Odysseus were up to high metaphysics.

The conventional Greeks were not likely to unravel the true identity of the biblical Goliath either, also portrayed in doltish colors, shamefully felled by David’s mere slingshot. This giant was an Elohim too, a Cyclops, and David never bested him in a battle; that was never the point of their interaction. It wasn’t a fight. Goliath was David’s angelic instructor in the protocols of using this powerful energy focused through the eye in the brow. Goliath was a Cyclops too, though the ancient Jews did not seem to acknowledge that. The clue is right in the story where it says David’s stone hit Goliath in the forehead.

That is an occult clue telling us the nature of their relationship is the Ajna chakra. It’s more accurate to say Goliath handed David a stone from his Ajna chakra and that this stone embodied the generative powers of the Elohim, their forms of AL, or that David sling-shotted himself into that hierophantic Big Eye. He entered the Elohim level of consciousness and got the wisdom disclosure.

To come back to Avebury. I was standing next to one of the stones. You have to appreciate the fact, in case you haven’t visited Avebury before, that these stones are large, odd-looking, deeply asymmetrical, pock-marked, and basically unreal. You look at them and say, Are you kidding me? Certainly, they give all indications of being physically manifest and rock solid. Some are 13 feet tall.

I’m referring to something disturbingly, deliciously, invitingly liminal about them, as if they are holding a secret or perhaps you have just detected some Kim Philby spy who has been dissembling like a buried mole in your midst and you are on the verge of discovering his true identity and it will surprise the Hell out of you and you will like it in the end. You can’t help but suspect these huge stones didn’t get here by conventional quarrying and overland hauling but that rather they were precipitated fresh and fully formed out of the ethers.

I was standing next to this particular stone, which stood easily ten feet tall, and you have to add to this the requisite number of feet it extends underground necessary to hold the stone upright and steady for millions of years, and I do not exaggerate with this number, as these stones have been here for a terrifically long time, as I consult with one of the Ofanim human-angel hybrids who had taken on the role of mentor for me starting in January 2080 on all matters pertaining to the Elohim and who is standing next to me by this beautifully bizarre super-old otherworldy stone. There just aren’t stones like this anywhere else in the world.

My Blaise mentor in human terms was 70 years old, though in angelic age he exceeded 60 billion years. As some readers may know by now, starting in 2020 a certain quantity of the Ofanim’s full population entered the human life stream. They got embodied in a unique condition, a hybrid of Man and angel, without individual chakras or a karma-driven soul but in perfect angelic consciousness. They have been mingling, mostly unsuspected and not publicly acknowledged, among the Earth’s human population ever since, trying to help out. Avebury has always been their primary umbilical node for all their Earth geomantic activities. It has been since the inception of the Earth their primary touch-down point.

For those unfamiliar with this site, Avebury is the name of an ancient British stone circle comprising 28 acres situated in Wiltshire and lies about 83 miles west of London and 17 miles north of Stonehenge. The circle measures 3,270 feet in circumference and 1,088 feet in diameter. It is one of the planet’s most important geomantic sites, acting as the Earth’s sole umbilicus to the galaxy, connecting it directly with the stars Sirius and Canopus. My angelic mentors tell me it originally had 96 stones, but many are now gone, and to a degree Avebury looks like the mouth of an aging person who’s lost a lot of teeth over the years and you look at bare gums where teeth used to be anchored and you think too bad this person didn’t have access to better dental care earlier on.

I see Elohim angels standing behind each stone, at least double their size. It makes Avebury look like a stone circle of angels. Then it’s as if I see what they were doing five minutes before this. They are drawing fresh etheric substance seemingly from out of the air around them in long white strands and congealing that into the apparent form of materialized stones that, when manifested, occupy the same space already taken up by pillars of Light, giving us yet another stone circle, this time of monoliths of Light, the true stones in any stone circle.

The stones did not look so manky and deformed then as they do now, mainly because this precipitation of stones from the air, not from within the Earth, took place at least an eon ago, and probably much closer to the creation of the planet. It has to be: in an infant, the umbilicus is implicit in the fetus from the beginning, you don’t glue it on later when the baby is formed, so the planet’s geomantic umbilicus has to have been in place from the onset of the Earth.

Archeologists feel sufficiently emboldened to call the Avebury stones cyclopean since some of them weigh close to 40 tons and it seems impossible humans, especially Neolithic potato farmers who supposedly built Avebury, could have moved them. By cyclopean, they mean it’s as if the stones had been made by the legendary Cyclopes of Greek myth which of course for us is but a metaphor. Conventional-minded archeologists would probably be astounded or utterly skeptical if they suspected cyclopean means rendered by the Round Eye, and if they saw what I am watching, summoning rocks from the air, they’d probably conclude they were hallucinating and not give any credence to this. God help me if my clever metaphor of cyclopean turns out to be real, they think.

I think the problem is they are too embarrassed to admit they haven’t the foggiest idea how these gigantic stones ever got put into place, and why, and by whom. The Earth was created by serendipitous accident, not by angelic design, for Heaven’s sake. Everyone knows that, they reassure themselves in a sweat. I feel a little sorry for them because if you are clairvoyant you can stand next to these stones and see irrefutably exactly how the Elohim did their megalithic magic trick. It’s like watching a video imprinted in the etheric field at Avebury,

I wouldn’t say the Elohim were singing or even chanting as they did this stone summoning, but they were emitting some kind of almost palpable vibration. At their level of operation, what we construe as sound is meaningless. It is more like a grid pattern of Light, sound rendered as a geometric matrix.

The stones looked smoother, sleeker then than they do now. They have aged a great deal and their present hoary, antique, and almost deformed appearance (contrast them with the smooth finely defined shape of the monoliths at Stonehenge) is not representative of how they looked when they started out, which is what I was observing, these freshly born stones, still wearing the glistening patina of celestial amniotic fluid. It’s like the Elohim had a seating plan worked out for their circle and directed the virginal just-birthed stones to their pre-assigned places, and they did this quickly and smartly and mentally, without ever breaking a sweat or straining a single Cyclops muscle. They didn’t even have to raise an index finger and point. They did it all with their mind.

I chuckled. It was the reversal of the Medusa legend. The Greeks said that if you as a mortal human looked into the face of the Gorgon Medusa, you would instantly be turned to stone, permanently petrified, and certifiably dead. The Elohim were taking some of that celestial inventory of stone back to manifest here as standing stones. They were petrifying etheric substance, converting God-essence into solid stones. The secret in that old Greek story is the stone you get petrified into was God, the Supreme Being’s condition of universal unified consciousness, a world of stone, God-essence as stonelike, dense and uniform.

I was watching this in slow-motion though I’m sure they accomplished this feat instantaneously as quickly as you would snap your fingers. The human mind is most comfortable in 3D sequentiality and prefers to convert hyper-states and 4D simultaneities into more mentally digestible linear sequences, even to the extent a psychic perception gets rendered like an old Muybridge photo of frame by frame animal or human movement, in case anybody remembers that.

I saw them pull long white sticky-looking strands out of the ethers, possibly the original of what Spiritualists used to call with a mixture of fascination and thrilled horror, ectoplasm. The Elohim drew them out of the air by the hundreds, rendering them visible, then palpable, or at least it seemed so, as they started to build the stones like a potter taking raw clay and packing it into a desired shape. This was the slow-motion version; probably when they did this it was instantaneous, one moment no stones, the next lots of big stones.

I hope I don’t lose your confidence in my basic sobriety, but I can’t help but compare their method to the famed replicator in the Star Trek world. That is a common household item, several centuries ahead of our time, programmed to generate with convincing physical reality any item you request, usually food. It has genetic engineering blueprints and converts obedient electrons into the desired substance, object, or with the Elohim’s mental version, physical stones. So they had replicators built into their consciousness and when they said, Big stones, hot, the replicating obedience of