Midir and Boann in Ériu-Land: The Paradisal Days of the Light-Bringers

By Richard Leviton

“The truth of Lucifer and Sophia is the world’s biggest secret,” said Joe. “To get this story right, you basically have to retell the history of reality itself.”

That’s what Joe, Mike, and Ronald, pals since childhood and now in their late sixties, set out to do. Lucifer and Sophia were the first two archangels ever created, but their reputations today are in ruins or obscurity. They want to find out why. After much travelling and on-site investigation, they discover that the true story of these two primary archangels is not what people have thought. It is the key that unlocks the purpose and destiny of the Earth. The final outcome of humanity is implicated too.
Many diverse cultures maintain cultural images of these two figures, and in many cases, their images are positive, uplifting, even comic. This trio of geomythic researchers take the Greek icon of Prometheus bound on Mount Caucasus for defying Zeus as their rallying point and seek to probe its true meaning. Mythic images, especially old ones, need to be decoded for the modern mind. They tend to have layers of meaning and you shortchange yourself if you either dismiss them or take them only on a literal basis. You have to jump into them psychically, put them on like clothes, and get mythopoeic about these old stories.
Along the way, as they visit sites in America, the British Isles, Japan, Uzbekistan, Zimbabwe, Chile, Mexico, and other far-flung locales, they’re assisted by angels, Ray Masters, and the genius loci of the many sites that preserve a myth of these two archangels. Foremost among the places visited is Ireland, the legendary Emerald Isle, and it turns out this island nation, anciently called Ériu-Land after its presiding landscape goddess, has a pivotal world role to play in the restitution of these mythic figures and the future well-being of the planet and its humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781663249418

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

[Dedication page]

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

American High School Scene, circa 1965

Guidance Counselor: So what do you think you’d like to do with your life, you know, when you grow up?

Blaise (age 15): I’d like to be a Lucifer apologist.

Guidance Counselor: I don’t think there’s much of a career future in that, son.

Foreword

This manuscript has a strange history. Apparently, it languished in a neglected clothes cabinet drawer for, and this is hard to believe, 73 years. On the other hand, maybe it would have been premature to reveal this account to the world in the mid-2020s when it was written. It is somewhat on the radical side.

Its presumed authorship is equally surprising, if not disturbing. I never knew, and I don’t think anybody acquainted with these matters did either, that the legendary Blaise had a brother, and it is this brother who did the geomantic work reported in this account. He did it with two life-long friends from his childhood, or so they seemed at first. Later they remembered where they were from. It is nearly a publishing cliché, but the unsuspected manuscript turned up on my desk one morning, in good editorial, publishable trim, begging to be published, like a surprise Hello! from a long-ago friend you forgot you knew.

The manuscript was written in about 2026 by Blaise’s brother, Ronald. No last name was provided, just as Blaise’s biography itself is minimal and sketchy. At least we have a first name. Nobody ever found out even Blaise’s first name. Carlos Castaneda would have approved. He was always talking about erasing personal history. That was so unlike modern American culture where through social media many people turned their personal history into a commodity.

Technology allowed narcissism to run rampant, which is hard to imagine in these more sober times. Not with this family. They thrived on discretion, even hermiticism, as if the facts of their lives, however mundane, must stay classified. We do know that Ronald and his brother were great pals, worked together; he was four years younger than Blaise so he would have been about 72 when he wrote this book on the history and fate of Lucifer and Sophia. Now, all these years later, God knows if he’s still alive. He might be. Anyway, he lives in this book which is probably as public as he would ever wish to be and still remain anonymous. He would be the first to say, anonymity is essential for the work.

His brother had astonishing longevity, having lived until age 136. Ronald, if he did survive that long, now would be 145 years old. So he is probably gone, possibly long gone. Of course, with brothers like this, you have to ask, gone to where? His two work companions, only designated as Joe and Mike, were evidently friends from childhood who, reaching adulthood, shared similar interests, maybe even secretly held and performed, when young like him, the unheralded and definitely outré job description of being Lucifer apologists.

It’s charming and even poignant the way Ronald defers to the authority of his older brother in terms of information about the geomantic state of things. For those readers who have met the enigmatic Blaise in other books in this series, Ronald’s perception of his brother provides a unique fraternal view of him. Everybody who ever had anything to do with him agree Blaise knew a thing.

This Blaise was certainly a human male who spent much of his time working with the angelic order known as the Ofanim, themselves primarily in charge of all matters geomantic regarding the Earth. Geomantic is a professional British jargon word denoting the maintenance of the energy and consciousness parameters of the subtle aspects of the planet and known technically as its Light grid. Blaise himself wrote about some of this maintenance work and about his mentors, the Ofanim, chiefly in his book from 2012, My Pal, Blaise. His biography is extremely sketchy, as was his end or final departure from the Earth. In fact, apparently he left twice: once for a 20-year sabbatical in the Pleiades; the second time, evidently for good which, if true, was in the late 2080s, about 13 years ago.

A word of clarification about Ronald’s book title before we go further. Midir is the Irish name for Lucifer, Boann for his consort, Sophia. Ériu-Land is an original name for Ireland, which was named after its national angel or egregore, Ériu. Thus, anciently, the island became the Land presided over by Ériu, pictured as a goddess standing on a specific hilltop called the Hill of Uisneach. These three names refer to an early time on the Earth and specifically in Ireland when conditions were optimal for what myth now calls the twin Light-Bringers, although I have to qualify this by saying only one Light-Bringer is recognized.

There were, and there still are, two, and correcting this omission is part of Ronald’s story. A larger part of his story is the rehabilitation of their twin reputations which were basically fire-bombed by religion and cultural misunderstanding over time. Religion demonized and scapegoated them.

The exotic-sounding nature of these three names speaks to the exotic nature of consciousness that prevailed in early Ireland. Another name for it was paradisal. It was a landscape uniquely endowed among all the inhabited landmasses on the Earth, and part of that unique quality included ideal conditions for the bold approach towards matter undertaken by Lucifer and Sophia on behalf of humanity and under divine commission in the planet’s earliest days. To us today, probably those conditions would seem exotic, even foreign, to our sensibilities though they embodied the original intended high conditions for souls inhabiting brand new human bodies on a brand new planet.

Regrettably, the degree to which it might seem outlandish or foreign to us today is a reflection of how much we have deviated as a species from the original human settings. You could call that facilitated entropy because, as Ronald illustrates, certain inimical forces over time have encouraged this subluxation of humanity from its truth and the planet from its own Light body. Most people unfortunately do not seem to appreciate the disaster this represents. The work of Ronald and his pals sought to rectify some of this deviation. It is, gladly, fixable.

Readers may realize at a certain point that they have no idea where Ronald, Joe, and Mike were based. He reports on numerous expeditions to Lucifer-Sophia sites around the planet (the total on Earth is 3,496), but he also makes it clear they do not physically travel to these locales. They go by what he calls consciousness projection facilitated by their primary mentors, helpers, and co-creators, the Ofanim, the angelic order made famous by his brother’s constant reference to them. He called them Blaise, as he called himself, which I think was out of fondness and not vanity. It’s not surprising they’re involved.

They are at the heart of any geomantic undertaking, including the original installation of the Light grid and the manifestation of the planet itself and all upgrades and amendments to it since then, which were copious in the 2020’s decade. Ronald and his crew helped with much of that, some of which he briefly describes in this book. It was their job, after all. But where were they bodily when they launched themselves to these sites?

Ronald never gives it away where he and his two pals start from, the house, office, secret underground bunker, secluded chamber, even treehouse. He does refer often to a favorite childhood haunt, a lumpy, slumped-in couch in a small cozy room in which the three of them in the early 1960s watched baseball games on television, put their feet up on the coffee table, did boys’ stuff, talked boys’ talk. He favored the Boston Red Sox. Was that because of topographical propinquity, the simple fact he lived in Massachusetts and honored the home team? We can only speculate. It turns out even that particularity was irrelevant.

There is something inimitably secretive about Ronald and his super-reclusive older brother. It goes without saying they were not in any way normal or typical boys. On the other hand, geomantic work to normal eyes is invisible and without a conceptual understanding, a world paradigm in itself, it probably would not be comprehensible to many. So even if they had sought to publicize some aspects of the work, its inherently arcane aspects would have kept it secret. Also, I suspect both he and his enigmatic older brother considered it irrelevant, that his field-trip departure location was no more important than what color socks he wore on that day. The work and its outcome alone were paramount.

What was this work? Principally, the unbinding of Lucifer and Sophia at selected Light temple sites. Think of the Greek story of Prometheus, the Titan who defied Zeus and stole the fire of the gods to give it to humanity. Zeus punished him by binding him on Mount Caucasus. One’s initial contact with this as a fact can surprise or even shock one to realize that the Prometheus story is true, about real events. That is Ronald’s starting point: the factuality of this myth.

It is an occult notation deposited in the mythic cache of Greek stories about an actual event, a geomantic fact, one still true on the Earth. Prometheus, a Titan within the Olympian framework of celestial notables, was occultly bound and tied up on Mount Caucasus, where he remains constrained. This event actually happened. Today, the formal name is the Caucasus Mountains, a range running 750 miles from the Black Sea to Caspian Sea and with many peaks within Russia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, and Armenia, the highest being Mount Elbrus, a dormant volcano in Russia rising to 18,510 feet. Possibly this is the peak the Prometheus account had in mind when it said he was bound on Caucasus.

Whether Prometheus was incarcerated on this specific mountain, Elbrus, or somewhere else is not important. The Greek myth was a world status report, and, though it did not say this, multiple copies of Prometheus were bound all over the planet, about 1,165, in fact, at multiple Lucifer-Sophia Light temples.

Prometheus was a Lucifer guise. It was Lucifer who was bound on that mountain in classical Greek times, or possibly long before it, and they retained the memory of it. Lucifer and Sophia were locked down in about one-third of their sites, some 1,165 locations, not because they defied Zeus (God), but because their clients, humanity, defied God Who had issued parameters for their lives and they instead abused their privileges of incarnation and the awesome powers of consciousness. Lucifer and Sophia had volunteered to vouchsafe for their incarnation and their extraordinary level of freedom and psychic powers. The Light-Bringers probably never expected fresh humanity to act so irresponsibly.

When they defaulted, the Light-Bringers were stuck with the bill, so to speak, and had to undergo restrictions and limitations. Those first humans were summarily and utterly removed from the Earth by the Flood, famous in biblical legend, but misrepresented as to time period, and Lucifer and Sophia took a grievous hit on their public reputation, being subsequently demonized as Satan. It was only Lucifer who got Satanized; Sophia got dropped from the god-list.

After many millennia, Zeus has decreed it is time to release them from some of their binding sites, which, though they began as Light temples became prisons. After the Flood, the overall emanations of Lucifer and Sophia were judged too dangerous and destabilizing for a rebooted humanity, so most of it was stopped. Their Light emissions were dialed back to a mere trickle.

It was not a reflection of the Light-Bringers’ moral quality. It was an index of the sheer power of consciousnesss they exuded. Humans couldn’t cope with it any longer. It had overwhelmed their ancestors. Intoxicated their free will. At a third of the binding sites, all of the Light-Bringers’ emissions were fully curtailed. With their incremental unbinding now, those emanations are turned up again, slowly, close to full strength. They are wafting across the planet every day now.

It’s helpful to think of Lucifer and Sophia as a vital nutrient or perhaps like pure oxygen that the Earth and humanity, since depleted and anemic, now require. As Ronald explains, a certain amount of their liberated consciousness needs to be reintroduced into the planet’s psychic atmosphere to revivify human life. In this sense, the Lucifer-Sophia Binding Sites are like release valves on a large furnace. Let’s say the planet needs an 18 percent increase in this quality and to make that possible a couple dozen binding sites need to be liberated. The supervisors of human evolution judge that humanity can handle this increase.

Like all celestial spirits, even the demonic ones, they are allowed multiple copies of themselves. The number of duplicates of Lucifer and Sophia probably totals in the millions. Ronald doesn’t provide a head count, but, for comparison purposes, the Ofanim are permitted more than two billion. In terms of site allocation, the Earth has 3,496 copies of Lucifer and Sophia. That means this style of Light temple was permitted to manifest 3,496 copies of itself. About one third are bound, one third unbound, one third in between both states, in transition. When Lucifer and Sophia are unbound at one specific site, the emanations of these two localized copies of themselves are freed and cranked up to full power.

One of the surprises of Ronald’s account is his inventorying of the many different names and guises for the Light-Bringers as illustrated in different cultures. This diversity of manifestations will delight fans of comparative mythology and irritate and confound scholars parochially fixed to just one view. The Light-Bringers have been recognized by many countries and cultures, from Native American to Japanese, often entirely outside a punitive religious context. It’s not clear, though, in naming these identical characters, if people recognized the deities’ true identity. Still, the Light-Bringers’ reputation is worldwide.

I think maybe this is Zeus’s sly joke on the rigidly religious and academically conservative. He was shamelessly pagan, after all, according to Christianity. His joke is that Lucifer and Sophia have been living among us in all sorts of guises and aliases all along, even as we think we have successfully demonized them and tossed their truth in a deep basement and locked the doors to that chamber and put up warning signs, saying Do Not Enter. Satan Inside.

One thing I noted in editing this book is that Ronald shares something that characterized his older brother, Blaise. They are both, in the words of scholar Harold Bloom, exegetical enthusiasts. They love explaining things in full. They do this as if the survival of the world depends on it. For them it apparently did, and their enthusiasm at explaining the intricacies of the planet convinces us too that our clear understanding of the Earth’s geomantic machinery is crucial.

There is one expedition, the last one, where the three geomancers actually travel bodily to the location, a hillside in Ireland called Bri Leith. That was followed by several more body-based field trips across Ireland. But all the others are a projection of their consciousness from some undisclosed location. In the language of virtual reality, you could say they sent avatars of themselves. They were all clairvoyant, and the first thing a trained clairvoyant will tell you is you don’t have to be there physically to make real changes, in people or locations.

Somehow, I think the nondisclosure of their starting location was not because it was classified or ought to have been. Probably, it didn’t seem relevant to him to even mention. We left from a house in which we meditated. So what, he might have said. The house was just a tool, private, convenient, sufficiently quiet, and of no consequence for the geomantic work done elsewhere in the field.

What was foremost was the commissioned unbinding work at the locales. They were asked at the highest level to undertake this specialized work. The status of Lucifer and Sophia is complex but vital to the well-being of planet and humanity. It is also deeply misunderstood, when it is not entirely suppressed or redacted from public awareness, or worst of all, grossly, unfairly misrepresented.

The truth of their status is probably the most classified fact on the planet, out-secreting anything the most recondite branch of government may hold close to their chest on their best day of keeping the secrets. The future viability of humanity and the Earth and the intended fulfillment of their creation depend on this status being updated. The truth of Lucifer and Sophia is a key that unlocks the purpose of the Earth. And it is one of the most hidden, avoided topics on the table of human consciousness. Nobody wants to look at it directly. It has been successfully demonized, marginalized, and weaponized to keep people away. At best, they’ll grant Lucifer scapegoat status. As for Sophia, who is she, people ask?

This is largely due to the extremely successful disinformation campaign by which the Antichrist or the genuine Devil, doing a booming business as Satan, convinced about half the world’s population that Lucifer is Satan and not a separate spirit with a different agenda. This half fell mostly under the three religions of Abraham, as they are called. The other half of the world population didn’t especially care, though they could probably be convinced to buy the disinformation party line if anybody made the effort. It successfully became accepted public knowledge so that nobody bothered to re-examine it. Almost nobody has even suspected the masculine Lucifer has a feminine counterpart.

Those who have heard of Sophia tend to relegate her as the Theosophists and Gnostics did, to former goddess of wisdom status now in retirement if not mythopoeic oblivion. Platonists and Anthroposophists will know of her because her name is cognate with the Greek sophos, wisdom, but that does not lift her out of the merely conceptual framework into real life, a celestial being actually there, still relevant as the feminine counterpart of the wrongly reviled male Lucifer.

Most people, especially scholars, balk at associating the two figures. But then we shouldn’t be surprised. The Judeo-Christian religions excised nearly all the female figures from the heavenly pantheon, even stripped God of Mrs. God. All the archangels got shorn of their feminine counterparts, as did the Christ. Did you know there is a feminine Christ? That fact can really change your view of things. So nobody in the West is schooled to look for feminine counterparts to anything. Would it surprise you to learn all the archangels have consorts? That there is, as Ronald’s brother smirkingly used to say, a Mrs. Archangel Michael.

Given this effective conclusion of a world disinformation campaign, Ronald’s report on the activities of his tiny group to liberate Lucifer and Sophia from several dozen of their incarceration nodes and to resurrect a correct biography and profile of the Light-Bringers is courageous and outrageous. It goes against everything in modern culture, from strident theology to flagrant atheism.

I mean that in the sense that many people will have to adjust their views, drop mistaken ones, or, more basically, start paying attention to a major theological issue that ought to concern everybody on the planet but which has not, other than in a passive, mentally docile, or only subconscious manner for centuries. People thought they would save the planet by recycling aluminum cans or reducing their carbon footprint. Those are minor contributions compared to a sober reassessment of the status of these two pivotal archangelic benefactors.

This was the world mental and spiritual environment when Ronald wrote his book. He was up against a formidable Berlin Wall of unregarded opposition, inertial resistance so entrenched people barely recognized the issue’s relevance. I imagine it must have been like living with the knowledge of the identity of a major traitor, mass murderer, consummate embezzler, some malfeasor like that, and nobody else knows this information and you cannot convince anybody of the fact because they are certain in their beliefs that person X is not the perpetrator of anything but a respectable citizen of the world doing good and your counterproposal lacks foundation, merit, or frankly, validity, so shut up.

So the real evil-maker walks free and unrecognized among the population and the innocent parties are wrongly and chronically blamed and imprisoned instead. Lucifer becomes the scapegoat for Satan and all his misdeeds. Even worse, the true role of the Light-Bringers is occluded. It is supposed to be a three-part set-up: Christ versus Antichrist (Satan) mediated by Lucifer and Sophia, two primary archangels who hold the middle ground in neutrality and consummate Light for free-will choices by embodied humanity. We get to choose Christ or Antichrist. Now, through clever religious distortion, it is Christ versus Lucifer-Satan. You’re either on the side of the Christ or palling around with the Devil.

There was a war on and most people failed to notice it. Occult, geomantic, even astrological, it was an all-out global war for the control and perversion of the human soul. The Antichrist Dark Lodges, as we might conveniently call the forces of the dark, sought to impose a comprehensive plan for the next phase of human life on Earth. It was nasty, self-serving, utterly opposed to the purpose of the Earth and the implicit Plan the Supreme Being had commissioned the Earth to fulfill. They didn’t care; they were all atheists anyway, so God was a useless empty reference. The Supreme Being could take His plans and shove them, not that He existed, but even the idea, His theoretical possibility, could shove them.

If they were aware of the Great White Brotherhood, they probably regarded them as a fraternity of impotent pseudo-gods strutting around in their colored robes and powerless to intervene directly in Earth affairs and affect the Dark Lodges’ plans. The Dark Lodge members sniggered. God wouldn’t let the Brotherhood get involved in any substantial manner; only the occasional nudge.

The celestial contingent, the Blaise Angels and the rest, were not allowed to overtly intervene either. Human free will is a binding contract. They could only nudge and suggest or fortify or amend geomantic installations already in place, and they could assist in unbinding some Lucifers and Sophias, providing at least a few humans were present as proxies for the species, adding that released potential energy to the human forces that would eventually dismantle that awful psychic Berlin Wall laid over the planet so expertly, so subtly, that most people, unbelievably, failed to see it at all and were the total customers of its effects. They lived in the looming shadow of that Wall and yet never saw it.

You can see why Ronald put in that bittersweet inscription about being a Lucifer apologist when he grew up as a difficult career choice, a job requiring you to constantly wade upstream against the strong current of consensus reality and enforced belief systems based on lies and with nothing tangible to present as proof of your protocols, and add to that your protocols were done invisibly too.

You look at a competent clairvoyant, like Ronald. He’s just sitting there, eyes closed, seemingly doing nothing, yet he is wrenching the world structure with his crown chakra and focused consciousness and cooperating with the angels who are wrenching the infrastructure back into place too. He is using his brow chakra as the Center of Command, as it’s known, to terraform the structures of consciousness, as it was intended, and for everyone, potentially. And he’s using that psychic chakra to retrieve plausible pictures of the work so that he might share some of the wild experiences in a comprehensible way.

I don’t know if you’ll react this way, but in reading the manuscript it struck me that this is a work of daring mythopoeisis. Ronald, Joe, and Mike were living inside the myths of the world. It was the inverse of the mythic accounts of the binding of Prometheus on Mount Caucasus or the tying down of the Norse Trickster god Loki or his successor, the Fenris-Wolf. Inverse in the sense of Ronald, Joe, and Mike set out to undo these cords and bindings using the mythic script as an engineering field-plan for their geomantic campaign.

It reads as if they are acting in mythopoeic time, what Mircea Eliade called the sacral, timeless zone, the realm of the primal gods, and one outside the mundane, clock-driven world where gods are only artifacts of dead cultures catalogued by disbelieving scholars. In this transcendent, sacred zone, unaffected by time, the original gods are still active forces. For Ronald, they were colleagues.

Ronald doesn’t refer to his Upper World helpers as gods, not as such. They are angels and Ray Masters, principally, yes, sublime agents of the Great White Brotherhood. Everything is real, unarguably, but it has the numinous sheen of the hyperreal when seen from a conventional viewpoint. At the same time, for these three, it was no big deal; the gods were just fellow workers, pals, on the job that you expect to show up as they expect you to show up. Like guys in a work crew you could bandy some wisecracks with, toss around some jokes.

You will note Ronald uses the term Jerusalem to refer to a Lucifer-Sophia site in optimal operating status. He does not mean that in any way as a reference to the physical city in Israel but to the etymological interpretation of that word which alludes to Lucifer as the Morning and Evening Star and as a spiritual foundation for consciousness. Other cultures have their own name for this starting point which began as a temple of fabulous Light and presence then got converted to a supermax prison and then incrementally reverted back to Jerusalems as their primary inmates got pardoned and released to the world.

Another unsettling yet intriguing aspect to Ronald’s account is that based on what they do, disentangling invisible geomantic sites from equally invisible (to normal people) dark spirits, demons, and bizarre black-magic-induced energy constructions, you would think these guys are commandoes of a high order. Yet they conduct their deconstruction, subversion, sabotage, and unpoisoning of the wells from their armchairs in some recondite undisclosed room somewhere. They go in and out, complete the mission, and nobody knows it, except the demons who are out of work and usually heading for a cosmic detention center.

It is the quietest, most stealth-conducted commando raid ever reported. It is all done in the psychic realm, by what, technically, Ronald refers to as applied, active clairvoyance, using field-deployed and empirically tested psychic protocols. You could call it tactical occult warfare. But warfare strikes the wrong note. There is no battle or struggle. They don’t fight the demons. The outcome is pre-determined, even assured. It’s more like a plumbing call-out. A well-trained team of plumbers goes in and fixes the pipes and drains, and they do it quickly and easily and expertly because they’re professionals. You wouldn’t say they waged war against the resistant, defective, corroded plumbing.

The Sanskrit name for the brow chakra, which is the television screen for psychics, where they decode the complex astral world of energy patterns into plausible metaphorical pictures, is Ajna, which means Center of Command. That’s action-oriented terraforming work. Psychic here means more than passive TV viewing. You change what’s on the TV. I don’t mean you change the channels. You reprogram it. You change what’s shown on the TV at the broadcasting level. You use this center to creatively re-arrange the psychic structure of reality; you command the Light to adjust itself, for Light temples to get corrected, for ley lines to untwist, which is tantamount to terraforming in its most basic sense.

I was talking with a few colleagues from the publishing world about this only a few days ago. We live in a time, we enjoy living in a time, where a fair portion of the population has in fact come to terms with this important issue and made the equally important distinction between Lucifer and The Devil or Satan. We are three generations after Ronald’s report time, the turbulent 2020s. Back then, with the wrong identification securely entrenched, most people failed to appreciate the cognitive awesomeness of the twin Light-Bearers and did not gain any of the benefits intended for humanity and settled, unknowingly, docilely, for a mediocre level of consciousness, filled with trash contents, and a life of reduced possibilities. That, and no access to the world stargate network and free travel.

My pals and I agreed we deplored modern jet travel. It is still slow, crude, ponderous, boring, cramped, subject to too much surveillance and suspicion. Why spend two hours travelling when you can do it in three minutes.

For long-time fans of science fiction, faster-than-light space travel is alluring. Stargate relocation is instantaneous, free, effortless, and gets you places jets will never go: other planets. It is a natural endowment of our planet, but it requires the Light-Bearers to be in a liberated, free-ranging planetary condition for the system to work. I just handed you two revelations: the Earth has a stargate network and Lucifer and Sophia are its superintendents. Keep them bound up and the system doesn’t work. It lacks the Light-Bringers’ electrical current. Unbind them and a fantastic hidden patrimony of Earth is revealed.

There is a corresponding terrestrial wormhole transportation network that operates on essentially the same lines but handles domestic transportation of up to 400 miles per jump. These two instant transport systems are adjuncts to the cognitive resuscitation of human consciousness that results from having a reasonable percentage of the Lucifer-Sophia nodes in free operational mode. It has to do with the potency of liberated consciousness. People are only beginning to appreciate how the Light-Bringers’ liberation dilates consciousness into previously unsuspected perceptual and cognitive abilities and their powers, and that this dilation has a physical aspect too, reflected in instant free stargate travel.

Certainly we who are living today at the very end of the 21st century are enjoying the benefits produced by all that work at liberating Lucifer and Sophia 77 years ago. They did most of the work in about 2022. Ronald, Joe, and Mike did the unbindings, then disappeared. They certainly didn’t queue up for public adulation and television interviews. The subject, in the mid-2020s, was still too metaphysically risqué, still deeply unorthodox. It was a keen discernment test for people to see the truth of Lucifer and Sophia. Even the majority of psychics and spiritual-minded people still adhered to the official Christian canon that demonized Lucifer justifiably and ignored Sophia, or so they thought. Nobody ever mentioned Sophia, certainly not as Mrs. Lucifer. She’s locked up in the attic.

Let me clarify an issue. Why were Lucifer and Sophia bound? It was not for punishment or disobedience. They performed precisely according to their contracts with God. The force of their free consciousness, following the demise of first-generation humanity, the brood known collectively now as Pandora and Lilith, had become too dangerous for the world. Those first humans had flagrantly abused their psychic powers so these powers, personified by Lucifer and Sophia, had to be curtailed for a while until restarted humanity matured and exhibited a modicum of potential adult responsibility regarding these forces.

So the Light-Bringers had to voluntarily suffer a diminishment of their potency on the Earth and willingly, sacrificially, step into their tight, dark prison-cells for millennia and suffer an egregious slur on their reputation and endure harsh and incorrect imputations of God-defiance and humanity-hatred.

That’s why I think Ronald never intended to publish this account in his time. Or maybe ever. He saw he would have to redescribe the world from its beginning before people could understand the necessity of these actions. It was fortunate he did seem to share many of the reclusive, hermitic, highly discrete tendencies of his enigmatic older brother, the human Blaise. You don’t need or want the spotlight for this level of geomantic work. Better to be hidden. Explain it all later, maybe. Ronald felt he was living on a planet coated in lies, that the lies and deceptions lay almost miles deep in the collective stratigraphy of human consciousness. The Ofanim agreed. They took steps to purge those lie layers. Ronald reports from firsthand participation some of the amendments they made.

Perhaps it was just as well the world was worked on without most people being aware of it. The kind of work Ronald relates might have met with incomprehension, indifference, or disbelief in its possible efficacy. It’s hard to understand how alienated humanity was then from the actual energetic and geomantic context of its existence. That changes and removals in the Light grid could produce beneficial social, political, and consciousness effects would have seemed unlikely, if not preposterous, the subject for a fantasy or science fiction film. Entertaining, but tomorrow reality goes back to its habitual banality.

We should feel quietly grateful that none of this mattered in the least to Ronald and his miniscule team of planet rescuers back then. They understood the necessity for the work and the likely effects, and the Ofanim were requesting their participation because the deal with the planet is humanity has to provide at least a quorom of people to represent the collective or the work cannot go forward. The angels are not allowed to do it without human participation. I for one am glad his faith never wavered that their geomantic inputs would have a catalytic and transformative effect on outer reality, gradually but inexorably.

On the other side of this, Ronald’s account presents a vivid, real-life, almost daily encounter with these two august spirits of the cosmos. Putting aside the demonization of Lucifer and the oblivion of Sophia, even when these celestial spirits are mentioned in scholarly, religious, or fantasy-myth novels, it is always second-hand, distant, almost theoretical, and certainly abstract. You never get a sense of their actual reality, that the edge of their Robes of Light might even touch your consciousness and ignite it with resurgent possibilities. For Ronald, and his boyhood companions, Joe and Mike, now all three working as grown-up geomancers, Lucifer and Sophia are daily realities, work-mates. That fact alone, and his capable transmission of that reality in this account, is an inspiration.

—Lars Jaanusson,

Midsummer’s Day, June 24, 2099

1

These guys are really pounded into the ground, like somebody took a sledge-hammer to their confining tubules, said Joe. We were at the Lucifer Binding Site in Darmstadt, Germany. It was a state-of-the-art suppression job. It’s one of the best, top-notch, as far as prisons for the Light-Bringers go.

I could see Lucifer and Sophia scrunched up in their tight chambers. Imagine you’re incarcerated in a metallic tube whose width is less than the width of your body. It presses against you uncomfortably on all sides. It is massively cramped. And you’re thinking with disappointment, So, this is what they think of us, how they regard our gift, that we end up like this. Do archangels sigh? I think these did. They’ve been like this, crammed into these tubes, for centuries.

There’s an irony here of course. On one level, the Light-Bringers are not bound at all. As cosmic spirits, they are free, utterly unbound, conducting all sorts of business elsewhere in conditions of original freedom. But in their commitment to the Earth, they have submitted to this binding and, technically, a humiliating binding, on behalf of the evolution of humanity, however long that takes. They do not have physical bodies on any level, so the cramping sensation is more of a mental restriction, a radical reduction of their spiritual mobility. What they stand for, what they are intended to emanate for the planet, is on hold for Darmstadt. There are a lot of Lucifer-Sophia sites, so let’s say their beneficial emissions for the Darmstadt region, like it’s a marketing territory, are withheld.

Darmstadt is a city in southwestern Germany. Its name has the less than flattering etymology of boggy headlands, from the earlier German Dar-mund. It negatively distinguished itself in 1933 for being the first German city to force Jewish businesses to shut down in the beginning phase of active anti-Semitism. We’re working a few miles outside the urban center up on Mount Ilbes, a hill of 1,200 feet elevation and part of the wooded Odenwald (Woods of Odin, the Norse, then later, Teutonic, high god) range. The Germany we can see is flat.

The famous Frankenstein Castle (Stone of the Franks, meaning an early Germanic tribe) is up here. It is famous for possibly being the inspiration for Mary Shelley’s 1818 Frankenstein. It’s relevant to us only as a site place-marker, although by reputation this hill is Germany’s second most preferred witches’ haunt. I’ll say. The place, psychically, is deeply covered in occult markings.

This layering of dark magic sigils, glyphs, and other juvenile rubbish from magick dilettantes is so thick it obscures even the outline of the Jerusalem temple. It’s like urban graffiti spray-painted over all the available walls. The castle is about half-way up Ilbes, which is also noted for its magnetic anomalies. Apparently, some naturally occurring stone formations have strong magnetic properties which some speculate is what drew the witches and warlocks here for their Walpurgis Nacht rituals and black magic blowouts and all-night parties.

Of more geomantic interest to us is the local legend that a King George (probably the famous Saint George) fought and defeated a lindworm or dragon nearby. The German national mythic hero Siegfried supposedly was slain in the vicinity, possibly in the Odenwald, though nobody is definite as to the location. Siegfried is the German version of the Celtic King Arthur, who was almost slain in Somerset, England, then ferried to Avalon by his high-level witch colleagues, except they were good witches, very professional, charged with caretaking him. The point is wherever Siegfried died is also where he might still be contacted, following the Celtic allusion to King Arthur as still sleeping in the Hollow Hills.

The witch and warlock attribution is accurate. I’ll readily attest to that. They’re all over the place up here. They form a circle of perhaps 24 of each kind around a large oval dark tarp or trampoline-like covering which obscures the Jerusalem temple architecture. It consists of layers of Satanic ritual imagery and commands, occult deposits, and the soul remains of trapped dead people. None of this is in the material world. The witches, warlocks, and magic sigils are visible only to clairvoyant seeing, but that doesn’t stop them from being potent.

It is akin to selecting a site for a nice picnic and having to clean up decades of litter and rubbish before the site looks and feels clean enough to enjoy your lunch. This degree of psychic clutter is typical of what happens to a high-profile geomantic site after it enters a period of decline and entropy. People start using it for degenerate purposes, adapting its pure energy for unwholesome activities. Lucifer and Sophia would have been bound here of geomantic necessity, their Light emanations curtailed. But dark spirits could then install whatever level of interference constructs they wanted to maximize the dormant but still potent site, converting it to a weaponized transmission node for their Dark Light agendas.

I should make this clear that the Lucifer-Sophia site is not on Mount Ilbes or in it, but rather superimposed on the same place, phase-shifted so that you can see the physical mountain or the binding site, or both at once like two layers. Mount Ilbes is a convenient place-marker but otherwise inessential to the facts.

We elect to use white-fire roses and white-fire swords to dispel all this black magic residue. The White Light is inherently senior to any residue like this. Think of these roses and swords as psychic constructs created by the brow chakra as tools for interacting with the subtle realm we encounter. The roses are like vacuum cleaners, the swords are for slicing and dicing. Soon a large imprint of a classical Satanic face appears underneath this detritus. It has all the standard clichéd Devil features, like you see in the standard Tarot image. Horns, scowl, animal-like head resembling a goat’s, glaring eyes, hostile expression, all of it suggestive of Baphomet, the Knights’ Templar rendition of the flawed Demiurge or maybe Azazel, an unhandsome hybrid of goat-face on bulging human torso.

The scariness of the face is overdone, almost to the point of caricature, to us anyway. Possibly to someone with some psychic ability but no preparation, it might succeed in not only scaring them but driving them away permanently. You have to realize that basically all demons are strutting blowhards, waiting to see if you buy their scary act or make the mistake of fighting them. Fear is not their tactic, or only a short-term use of it; far more effective are lies, seduction, glamours, and deception. The higher-level demons might have more gravitas, take themselves very seriously as wise-guys, but they have no innate seniority over humans unless people grant it and succumb to their insinuations. We laugh.

The figure expresses evil intentions, inverted humanity, and promises destructive tactics. It is likely the dark agents who eventually commandeered this originally pure site imposed this image over the Jerusalem temple as a mark of their new ownership. It’s like teenagers tagging a site with graffiti. I’m not surprised to see, if dimly, through this demonic layering that the Jinn are incarcerated in cubic jail cells whose walls are made of inward pointing swords. They look miserable. They have been jailed as long as this site has been closed.

I will take a moment to elucidate two terms. The first is Jerusalem. The Lucifer-Sophia site is a Jerusalem Light temple, however unorthodox that sounds. The word Jerusalem’s etymology yields foundation of Lucifer, from salem, for Morning or Evening Star, or Venus, always linked with Lucifer. We will encounter other names for their original Light temple, but Jerusalem is handy, especially as the promised New Jerusalem (as in Revelation), the return of the fabled Jerusalem temple, occultly heralds the return of unbound Lucifer and Sophia to a revivified Earth. Fittingly, there is a Lucifer-Sophia site on Mount Moriah, or the Dome of the Rock, in the physical city of Jerusalem in Israel.

The second term is Jinn. That is an Arabic name (also written Djinn and colloquially as genie) for the remnants of the first generation of humans permanently exiled from future incarnation by God and locked up in the astral plane. A portion of their repudiated population is bound with every Jerusalem temple. The Jinn can never be alive humans again, in bodily form, but they can expect to be promoted to be Hierophants of the Light-Bringers, a rank of distinction and responsibility, but that depends on humans forgiving them.

Most people, subliminally, still hold the Jinn to blame for our current incarnationally reduced conditions, for what Christianity ineptly terms Original Sin, an inexorable taint from our ancestors that every new human born on Earth carries. Arab folklore and Islamic dogma hold an edgy, uncertain view of the Jinn. The Quran says Muhammad was sent as a prophet to both human and Jinn groups, though there seems no mention of officially forgiving the exiled post-human community. At least, these cultures were still aware of the Jinn. Elsewhere in the world, people have forgotten about them entirely, other than as ancient names or as the origin of some popular movie from the Arabian Nights.

A brown fog lays over everything in the Light temple, worse than what London ever endured. Snapping crocodiles loom at ground level. The site has been converted to a Hell realm for black magic agencies. A dark crown of thorns surrounds the edge of that tarp I mentioned, like psychic barbed wire and suggesting a grim concentration camp for the dead souls used in the ritual.

The wholesome geomantic features present at this site lie as if at the bottom of a deep amphitheater, a pit suggesting they were buried or violently shoved into the ground like stomping a rock into soft soil. It also indicates how many tiers of locks we will have to undo to free this site. A thick psychic sludge lies over everything, as if smoothed in place like cake icing, the kind that would sicken you if you sampled it. The sludge layer alternately looks like a sheet of black crystal, plexiglass, or cheap painted plywood hammered down like a lid.

We get to work with our swords of white fire, slicing up the tarp. The Serafim (an angelic order that works closely with the Ofanim and geomancers, as needed) in their Valkyries guise show up, screaming as one would expect, and even their horses seem to be shrieking because this concentrated sound is actually a tool to break up the layers of black magic imposition. The Valkyries form an airborne circle around the site, and they slice down hard on the tarp. Screeching female warriors, they appear ferocious, no argument. Their swords break up the horizontal inertial walls. The physical Frankenstein Castle is like the carved prow of a ship, with the bulk of the boat being the contents of a landscape zodiac of many stars measuring several miles across. That is the first sign of something geomantically wholesome as a counterpoint at this hellish place.

Let me offer a couple comments here. First, about the crocodiles. That will probably strike you as weird or unlikely. It isn’t. The lower astral plane is populated with the astral forms of many of the, to most people, objectionable creatures of the physical world but in an unmediated, astrally naked form. You will see snakes, spiders, upright lizards as big as kangaroos, octopuses, black crows. In this context, they are always up to no good, enforcing dark mental states in people and sites and must be forcibly and definitively removed by trained geomancers. Stay clear of these if you lack the psychic training. They obstruct the intended function of a site and usually scare the hell out of visitors.

Those crocodiles may be copies of the aqueous demon known in Celtic demon lore as the Addanc (or Afanc). Classically, it looked like a beaver, crocodile, or dwarflike demon and preyed upon innocent people (maidens) who wandered into its lake or even near it somewhere in Wales. Obviously, the Addanc has expanded its scope of activities and took a stringer job with the Bad Guys and now works nights at the binding sites. In one Welsh tale, the Addanc lives in a cave near the Palace of the Sons of the King of Tortures, where, as Addanc of the Lake, it slays three chieftains of the king each day.

The hero Peredur kills the monster by piercing the head of the Addanc with a stone then beheads the noxious crocodile. We find white-fire swords and erasure work better. When a myth says a demon-monster slays or eats a maiden, chieftain, or hero, it means that person was psychically unprepared for the encounter and lacked the tools of defense and was unable to remove the spirit who forcibly attached itself to their auric field and conducted its dark business.

About the Jinn, you have to feel sorry for these guys and forgive them. Their history and role are greatly misunderstood, even to the point of distortion. Sometimes their group name, Djinn, is simplified as genie and suggests a willful, ambivalent, mischievous, or sometimes malevolent demon caught in a lamp. Very tricky spirits who give the naïve three choices which they usually squander. They are said to haunt certain sites or houses and sometimes serve as magical familiars to warlocks, even as involuntary servitors to black magic practitioners.

It’s mostly the Arabic and Islamic countries that even acknowledge their existence, although the Hindus say the Jinn built the city of Delhi and still reside there in great numbers, living invisibly amidst the corporeal humans. The Arabs credit them with the construction of many physical desert sites and say the famous magus Solomon commanded their cooperation. This is consistent with one interpretation of their Arabic name, Jinn, which means to hide or to adapt, generally to be concealed from the senses. The Jinn are definitely hiding.

The trouble is, there is no end of rubbish said about the Jinn. People don’t get who they are or why you would find them at a Lucifer Binding Site. Or how they got to be Jinn. They didn’t start out that way. They were early humans. It’s because they are exiled, repudiated, disavowed, and now the permanently disembodied members of the first generation of humans destroyed in the Flood. They were members of the soul group now sketchily remembered as Lilith and Pandora whom most people erroneously interpret to mean misbehaving females.

Those names were demographic signifiers, referring to an entire extra-planetary population of souls selected to incarnate in human form at the beginning of the Earth. Lucifer and Sophia were their sponsors, the co-signers of the loan of free will and incarnational rights on their behalf. Lilith and Pandora refer to the first group of souls selected to try out the new human bodies. When, eventually, they utterly abused their privileges and nearly destroyed the planet, the Supreme Being reluctantly removed them from the world, a mass indictment known as the Flood which, incidentally, happened millions of years ago, not a mere few thousand. Then they started over with a new soul-group demographic.

He exiled them permanently to what some traditions colorfully call astral islands and punitively domiciled portions of their numbers with Lucifer and Sophia. What had been Jerusalem Light temples were now converted to dark penitentiaries which we call Lucifer Binding Sites. A certain population of Jinn were bound with Lucifer and Sophia at each site, maybe on the order of 500 or 1,000 for each site. It’s only an estimate; we haven’t done a head count yet.

Strictly speaking, Lucifer and Sophia were not exiled and bound with the Jinn for any violation or misbehavior on their part. It was more because of their association with and responsibility for these first humans that their own vast cosmic consciousness had to be curtailed here. They had co-signed the car loan permitting first humans to have such a shocking degree of free will. I don’t know the total Jinn body count, but if, for example, 500 were incarcerated at each Lucifer-Sophia site, and there are 3,496 of them, that’s 1,748,000 Jinn put in jail.

Folklore says the Jinn were humans created before the generation of Adam (true, in the usual wrong interpretation as the first man) and roamed the planet as spirits compounded of fire and air (true, but only after their removal). They started off quite corporeal. The generation of Adam (again, in accordance with the misleading and over-simplified biblical notion of this as referring to the first male) and those who followed, known as Adam’s second wife, the docile Eve, were meant as successors to the Jinn who were removed from the world.

Here’s a more accurate description. The term ADAM, from the Hebrew, means the Blazing Star (A, for Alef) in the body made of blood (DAM). It is a material body capable of being spiritualized by that Star which as a cosmic umbilicus (or Pegasus-like Higher Worlds tour guide) provides illumination and commentary throughout the 50 spheres of the Trees of Life and orients human consciousness with its point of ultimate origin. This Star is a primary umbilicus.

ADAM refers to the generic design for the entire species of humans. It never meant the first guy. The first generation of souls to try on these human forms were known later, in fragmentary form, as Lilith and Pandora. They put on the ADAM bodies like a spacesuit. They were its first customers. These names refer to a demographic of souls selected from across the galaxy to incarnate in these experimental bodies. They did, then failed to harmonize with the ADAM parameters, and God removed them from the world, annulling the marriage.

That’s why they say Lilith was Adam’s first and disobedient wife. It was a poor fit. The first soul demographic failed to integrate well with the generic design. Lilith was judged disobedient. They were extricated, forcibly exiled, in their astral forms, to these binding sites and were thereafter known, mostly to Arabs and Muslims, as the Jinn, forgotten by everyone else. They have been miserable ever since, humiliated, repudiated, jailed, obliviated.

They were said to be stronger and faster than the later humans. I can confirm that. Their etheric construction differs from ours in that their chakras were larger, brighter, stronger, and more explicit, almost visible. You could almost see the slowly turning wheels of Light in their bodily forms. They carried much more overt Light than do the chakras of humans today in which the Light is more implicit than immediately revealed. The majority of people alive today are unaware they have these energy centers. At first glance, you’d say the Jinn look armored, like their chakras were spinning wheels of Light covered in a metallic carapace, packed in, defended, combative, ready to commit aggression, whether it was bodily confrontation or psychic incursion into subtle reality. But to a large degree, that armored aspect was simply an index of their engaged will.

They were not made of fire any more than humans today are, but the fire impression came from the fact their bodies transmitted more explicit Light than humans normally do today and their wills were activated, as if on fire. God had granted them free will, so they were willing reality all over the place. Light that is implicit in people now was then explicit in their body forms. The occult powers of their chakras, called siddhis, were more explicit and developed; they used these powers a lot. That was part of the privilege afforded them as first incarnators. They were like the progeny of aristocrats, fabulously rich and generous who wanted to endow their first offspring with all the benefits of Light.

Like humans as we know them, the Jinn had taqalan, the Muslim name for free will. Think of this as like a credit card with a huge line of credit. They were, like us, the accountable ones. They took responsibility for the consequences of their actions, until they couldn’t. The trouble is, they profligately overdid that free will. They grossly abused the privileges of incarnation, misused their easily accessed psychic and occult powers, and were finally removed from the world.

The Arabic name for witchcraft, magic, and wizardry is sihr. They abused that. Their reckless use of sihr created more karmic debt than they could ever pay off. They were bankrupting reality with their siddhis excesses. Their bodies were drowned in the planetary cataclysm of the Flood, but worse than that, they were denied the right as souls to ever incarnate again in human bodies. It was still worse than that. Everybody alive today hates the Jinn, at least subliminally.

That’s why they are miserable in their incarceration. Everyone blames them for what the Christians mislabel Original Sin. It had nothing to do with sexual excesses or improprieties. It was an abuse of the chakras’ occult powers, an abuse that left a taint in the succeeding generation of better-behaved souls. Christianity suppresses this fact because then they’d have to admit the existence of these psychic powers and that would lead to the re-empowerment of humans.

Their excessive use by the Jinn deformed the generic human design of the ADAM. Something got added to it that had not been intended. The Greeks mythologized this compromising excess as Pandora opening the legendary Box, thereby releasing the Keres, the image of all the hostile pathogens of disease and compromised mortality, into the previously medically unsullied and healthy human world. Pandora wrecked the human world by opening that damn Box.

Some scholars quibble it wasn’t a box but a jar or amphora that the word pithos meant. It could just as well have been a hollow reed like the Aztecs spoke of regarding humans. It doesn’t matter: jar, box, reed—it was the generic human form. Also the Greeks had it backwards. The bad spirits didn’t come out of the Box; they flew into it. The Box was the ADAM design, the genetic, spiritual form.

The Pandorans unwisely opened the Box to the Keres who then entered it. Basically, it was due to an excess of black magic practices, reckless, irresponsible experimentation and unwise delving into the astral world, summoning up (or down) unwholesome spirits and not knowing how to expel them and send them back. The demons got access to the previously pristine and psychically virginal generic human form. They took it over and started re-aranging the furniture to suit their needs and dark lifestyles. They corrupted the human archetype.

The gross misstep by the Pandoran generation was to expose the human design archetype, the eidolon of the human form, to a host of lower astral world contaminants and Ahrimanic spirits of darkness (the countless plagues and Qlippoth) that corrupted and distorted the original virginal perfection of the prototype design. In a sense, exposure to the Qlippoth generated the diseases as the unwholesome dark energies of the Qlippoth got translated into pathogens. Qlippoth in the astral world became pathogens in the human material world. Qlippoth is a term used in Qabala to denote undesirable reality fragments produced in the first attempt to create reality; it became a negative evil hierarchy.

The Pandoran generation opened the Box to these unwholesome astral influences. They exposed the generic human form to unsavory dark primitive contaminants that corroded the purity of the form. That corrosion became pathogenic, creating deformities, dysfunctions, disease, and death, and that got passed on across the succeeding generations, compromising and crudely adjusting the original design to this now imperfect, genetically flawed version. That’s your Original Sin. Homeopaths would call it a generational miasmic taint.

Subsequent generations of humans would carry this extra-genetic defilement and karmic miasm, the dangerous premature and overwhelming exposure to hostile astral spirits and its aftermath, as a starting life condition. The human body could not handle them; it was overwhelmed. The impact of the dark, evil-minded spirits got grounded by the body in the flesh as diseases, pathologies, and dysfunctions.

If you follow any of these pathologies back, psychically, to their root source, you will see the Keres and the ambivalent, vexed interaction with them by your soul and its incarnational antecedents. Surprisingly, the Keres