9th September, 2011. The temple space was Alan’s empty flat in Crouch End. The removal men had cleared it that morning because Alan and his wife were moving to Wales. We put on our robes and burned incense of Abramelin. We had a ouija board and an iPad running a browser. I banished the space with The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram.
Our intention was to contact Tempe, an astral representative of the A.’.A.’., with whom we’ve spoken on previous occasions. We’d prepared list of questions, but I’d devised a new means of communication. Our usual method was for me to enter a trance and transmit the visions sent by Tempe whilst Alan did the talking, so we began in this manner but then asked if the new method was acceptable. The vision I received from Tempe was firstly of the Milky Way, and then of Tempe in white robes, his arms outstretched towards us. We took this as an affirmative, and so we changed to our new method. We both placed our fingers on the ouija board’s planchette.
‘Are you able to communicate with us?’ Alan asked. ‘Is the ouija board appropriate?’
The answer came back: ‘NO.’
‘So who are we talking to?’ Alan asked, puzzled. ‘Can you spell out your name?’
‘What is your nature?’
‘NO,’ the spirit responded. And then ‘NO’ again, even before we’d asked: ‘Are you an astral representative of the A.’.A.’.?’ In reply to, ‘What do you want?’ the spirit spelled out ‘MOZAMO.’ What we took this to mean was that the original name had been incorrect; those NOs were its attempt to pull us up and correct the misunderstanding before proceeding.
‘Okay. Is MOZAMO your name?’
This time, the spirit’s role as an A.’.A.’. astral rep was confirmed.
‘So what has happened to Tempe?’
To test the spirit, we asked it to provide the names of both our Holy Guardian Angels, which it did successfully without hesitation.
‘Can you supply us with a trance-state that we can evaluate?’ I asked.
‘Can you appear to us as a vision?’ Alan added.
‘YES,’ came the response. We sat in meditation for a while. Alan entered a deep trance and received a vision that looked like the girl in posters for the musical Les Misérables, but with an angel’s wings. I saw no images, but entered a state identical to the kind of trances that Tempe was fond of handing out.
‘Can you answer our questions using the method we have devised?’
‘Are you friends with Tempe?’ Alan asked.
‘YES,’ came the answer, much to our surprise.
‘HATE,’ was the response.
‘Hang on,’ said Alan. ‘You’re both members of The Great White Brotherhood! Why has Tempe left us?’
‘JOKE,’ came the response.
‘You mean the joke’s on us?’ I asked.
Phew. Curiously, however, there was no response to Alan’s next question: ‘What is your number?’
‘Did you not like that question?’
‘You’re quite a character, aren’t you?’
‘We could only ask Tempe questions directly relevant to our personal development. Is it the same with you?’
‘Can we ask you anything at all?’
My first question for MOZAMO was whether the writings of Bernadette Roberts offer us any opportunities for further spiritual advancement.
The immediate answer via the ouija board was: ‘NO.’
‘Can we use the new communication method we’ve devised?’ I asked.
The method was to ask the spirit for a word or string of characters which, when entered into Google image search, would provide a picture as the answer to our question. We would take the first result from Google as the answer. The aim of the method was to provide pictorial, symbolic answers – just as Tempe always had – but in a more objective way than relying upon the visions of a single person.
‘Okay. So – how many words or strings will you be giving us?’
The response was as follows:
Bernadette Roberts gave up her life as a Carmelite nun in order to live in mainstream society. She married and raised four children. The images that formed the answer show a family photo lying in the gutter next to a drain, and a very old woman. This looks rather bleak. Roberts does not teach often (apart from a small, annual retreat) not surprisingly, perhaps, because she’s over 80 years old. The lack of current information about her makes it difficult to venture an interpretation of these images. Unless, perhaps, the information that is available somehow speaks for itself.
Alan was up next. He’d found the process of relocating to Wales amazingly easy, as if it was meant to happen, so he wanted to know if Mozamo could shed further light on this. A first attempt at a direct answer via the ouija board produced ‘MADEOGOHNWAMN’ – and then a ‘NO’, as if the spirit had given up on making herself understood. Returning to the image method, the result was:
So, an economic crash seems to be the reason for Alan’s move. In response to his enquiry about the date of this event, Mozamo supplied, ‘NZOV.’
‘You mean, November?’
In response to further questions, the spirit revealed that the move would be related to Alan’s work on Deep Humanism, but that his new home would not furnish a suitable location for holding retreats. Mozamo stated there was something else, which it would need the image method to communicate. The result was the picture of a couple, shown above.
The spirit clarified that the image represented not Alan and his wife, but a couple they would meet. When asked the relevance of the meeting, the spirit managed only ‘WA’, before giving in with a frustrated ‘NO’. Seeming gibberish followed, ‘MNMAZN’, before we determined that if both of us exhaled upon the ouija board this would lend the spirit more energy. It them spelled out: ‘MUM.’
‘Is the woman my mother and the man my brother?’ Alan asked.
Alan then terminated this line of questioning, not relishing the thought that his immediate family might soon be following him to his new home.
It was my turn again. ‘Why have I been ill recently? Is there a metaphysical reason for this?’
‘Was it to teach him a lesson for being so weak?’ Alan couldn’t help quipping.
The images produced were these:
The first shows a competitor in a sport known as Schutzhund, which involves a handler and a dog performing tests before a judge. Schutz means ‘protect’. The second shows a man eating food, from a website whose strap-line was: ‘Clean yo’ plate’. The image of the dog jumping up at the man reminded me of The Fool in the tarot, in which the dog – usually taken to represent the animal instincts – leaps at the man from behind. But in the photo, the man faces the dog, confronting it with the aim of controlling it. When ill, I was very nauseous, and I’d wondered if this was a symptom of my disgust towards reality in general. In the photo, the man is eating heartily, with complete abandon. I took these images to indicate that the purpose of the illness was to confront my bodily, animal nature, and now I should drop my disgust and start ‘eating’ again.
Next, Alan wanted to know why he had been experiencing so many synchronicities relating to bears. The ouija board yielded the string ZOMQ, but Google (in its charming way) decided it knew better and gave us results for ZOMG instead. The first among them was:
Noticing what Google had done, we backtracked and checked out ZOMQ, which was a picture of a person leading to a music site that I suspect we were both too old to make much sense of. It was not until the working was over that we considered the image above in detail and finally worked out what it meant – blowing our little minds in the process!
Alan ascertained that ‘ZOMG’ is urban slang, a sarcastic variant of ‘OMG’ or ‘Oh, my God’. You would use ZOMG to express sarcastic surprise at someone who was stating the obvious. The slogan under the image of the Pope reads, ‘ZOMG, that guy is stealing the Pope’s yarmulka [sic]!’. Of course, the Pope doesn’t really wear a yarmulke, which is a type of skullcap worn by Jews. To suggest that he does is a play on the common expression, ‘Is the Pope Jewish?’ or ‘Is the Pope a Catholic?’ Like ZOMG, these are both idioms to be used against someone who is stating the obvious. And then suddenly the penny dropped, as we recalled an equally popular expression for stating the obvious: ‘Does a bear shit in the woods?’ Indeed, this is sometimes combined with a Papal reference to produce the comical, ‘Does the Pope shit in the woods?’
The upshot of all this was that ZOMQ had led by a roundabout route to yet another bear synchronicity, the underlying meaning of which was an ironic rebuke, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ And it didn’t end there, because when Alan happened to look up later the name of the young girl in Les Misérables, whose image (with added angel wings) Mozamo had adopted at the very beginning of the working, he found out that besides mostly going by the name Cosette, she is also known as Ursule. This is the French form of the name Ursula, the meaning of which is ‘little she-bear’. At which point, both our brains exploded.
But to return to our account of the working, ‘When I was younger,’ Alan asked, ‘I saw two orange glowing spheres in the sky. None of the people I was with noticed them, and they carried on talking amongst themselves even as I tried to point out the spheres. They ignored me until we’d reached a place where it wasn’t possible to see the spheres any more. My question is, do you know what was the nature of those objects?’
‘Was I intended to see them, but the people I was with were not?’
‘What was the reason for seeing the sphere?’
The string, HQMX, led to an indeterminate image that turned out to be a snapshot of a webpage. When we followed a link to the webpage itself, we arrived instead at a holding page with the slogan, ‘What you need, when you need it.’ Alan was satisfied with this as the answer.
Further questions via the ouija board, however, turned up the interesting response that although Mozamo is a member of the A.’.A.’., she doesn’t know the nature of the UFO phenomenon. She understands what extraterrestrials are, and knows that they do indeed exist on other planets, but she stated that UFOs – or, at least, the objects that Alan saw – are related to the Earth, rather than to biological beings from other planets.
Our final question related to prophecies concerning 2012 that Tempe had previously revealed to us – specifically, images of tripodal alien machines, like those in H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds, which may be connected to a devious ruse by the Black Brotherhood; and also a puzzling ‘spoon’ that produces ‘food from the moon’, which seemed to be linked to a counter-plan by the White Brotherhood (The Urn, p. 149-50).
By leading us to the logo of an IT company, Mozamo revealed that the tripods were related not to an alien invasion but to a technological development on Earth, a device that will be extremely bad for humanity but in the development of which, unfortunately, Alan and I will somehow be implicated, although our involvement will subsequently turn counter.
‘Has this anything to do with my dream?’ asked Alan.
‘What dream?’ I asked.
‘I’ll tell you later.’
Our request for elaboration on ‘food from the moon’ led, via the image method, to the inactive Twitter feed of someone named Chris Wilterdink. We were advised that Chris was somehow connected with the putative lunar utensil, but so far we’ve resisted the temptation to drop him a line and ask whassup.
‘Do you have anything else to tell us?’
‘By the ouija?’
‘YES,’ Mozamo replied. She continued with, ‘LET ME NH…’ but then started to struggle.
‘Does it involve trance? Do you want to trance us out?’ Alan guessed.
‘And will there be a visionary component. Is that how you’ll tell us your message?’
We sat quietly for a while in a deep bliss. I saw a snake, writhing on its back with its belly exposed, seemingly in trouble. And I suddenly remembered my dream from the night before: an eight-foot tall ghost I’d managed to photograph. Meanwhile, Alan saw a toilet roll that had run out. As we’d very recently made a trip to the corner shop, to remedy a real-life manifestation of precisely this phenomenon, he didn’t set much store by this.
We closed the temple without banishing.
‘So what was this dream of yours?’ I asked.
‘My friend Vinay uses an astral room where you can go to view everything that will happen,’ Alan explained. ‘He showed me the key to it, so I meditated and decided to go visit. In the vision I received, I was in a room, a study. There were lots of people milling around. There was a long scroll with the history of the world. It mentioned pyramids and UFOs. After the vision, that same night, I had a dream – I was being shown something to do with the atmosphere around the earth. Something came in and knocked something else out of the atmosphere. Then the imagery changed to a snooker table, with balls hitting each other instead, and in the middle was a white device that radiated energy. The sense was that this was free, renewable energy; an energy device. I realised later that this is the way that solar power actually works: solar rays “knock out” electrons, and the freed electrons become electricity.’
I don’t think Alan noticed that I blanked out half-way through this, and was only pretending to listen. But when I came to review our audio recording of the session, his account of his dream recalled an alternative energy project I’d seen on television a few weeks before, the Sandia S2P project, which utilizes highly concentrated solar energy to convert sunlight into petrol, achieved by knocking out an oxygen atom from CO2 (carbon dioxide) to make CO (carbon monoxide), which can then be used to synthesize combustible fuel.
This is certainly an energy project I’d be suspicious of, because it would maintain reliance upon petrol, and all the pollution and CO2 emissions this entails. Is it a plot by the Black Brotherhood? I doubt it. Yet consider the following and compare the images below:
In Wells’ The War of the Worlds, the alien tripods carry boxes that emit a concentrated ray of deadly heat. Compare the illustration based on Wells’ descriptions with the photo of a concentrated solar energy cell. The cell also includes a box that emits intense heat, only it projects it inwards and conserves the energy, rather than projecting it outwards and killing people.
Oh dear. Perhaps only Chris Wilterdink can save us…
Although our request for Mozamo’s number was refused, it was revealed after the working when we discovered that, in English Qaballah, ‘Cosette’ = ‘Ursule’ = 24 = ‘Aiwaz’, ‘magic’, ‘Qabalah’, ‘truth’, ‘word’.