#lord lam

[hokeypokeymaya]

Crowley screams. He screams because of the Light. The Light is a sphere that expands from Frater Belarion’s wand and becomes the world. The land of New Atlantis shakes. Reality screams, and the Light pours in. New Atlantis, so sensitive to its inhabitants, is reformed. The towering buttes shatter, leaving a flat hard-pack, a hungry carbuncle of sprawling city. LAM reaches out of the higher symbol-worlds of the sixth dimension and enters our concrete reality through stories in pulp magazines, cradled by a hunchbacked dwarf. He infects the imagination of the disenfranchised. LAM’s passage tears at the fifth-dimension, and possible realities bleed into each other.

[hokeypokeymaya]

“Uriel commands us. Dee, we must share your wife.” Dee is disgraced. Kelly becomes a well-to-do alchemist. Dee’s wife is repulsed by her time with Kelly. She and Dee return to England, and they live their lives on the periphery of the court.

[hokeypokeymaya]

Lord LAM is speaking but for Hubbard’s ears alone. He is the recipient of a deal that wraps like chains around the world. Kelly feels the echoes. LAM is promising Hubbard possession of the Scarlet Woman. In return, the Lord LAM is to be let into the global imagination. His impact will reverberate back to the dawn of civilization, remaking the Secret Chiefs, so that they are all LAM. LAM will be inevitable.

[hokeypokeymaya]

Amalantrah gestures. Suddenly the memory of this child-like creature slides into mind. Two gigantic black eyes swallow its misshapen child face. The youthful visage is dwarfed by an expansive forehead. The being is twisted by its endless eyes.  It is the Lord LAM. This creature was born of Sirius, the Seven-Pointed Silver Star, the same gateway/divinity symbol that the Secret Chiefs used to enter our reality and become Civilization. LAM’s cold eyes glint with the will sapping machine-reality that clings to Rasputin. LAM is the most inhuman outcome of that civilization. His goal is to reduce individual humans to cells in the thought-bodies of the Secret Chiefs.  All of Crowley’s emotion (fear, love of Country and the Thelemic way of life) is sucked into these eyes. They see Aleister Crowley. He is consumed in the darkness of LAM’s perception. The future is in his eyes.