Today I was reading “Called Out Of Darkness” by Anne Rice, and she had the text of Gloria In Excelsis Deo in there, saying it was her favorite Hymn back then. Tonight I scryed NIA, the 24th Aethyr, and below is what I wrote on June 16, the first time I scryed it:

A suit of armor appears with a sword, an ancient enemy. None may pass who are not qualified. Beware now the forces you interfere with. It is radiant bliss of the cities of light like the ship in Close Encounters. It is like the medieval room at the Art Institute. Everything is together where it should be. I feel terrible because I’m drunk though, and I should probably not do this again. I feel very drained and I will have to come back in the morning when I am sober. But this does feel more like the Quiet City from my decrees. They would have lived for this, wouldn’t they? It was brought forth from the chaos of nature. There were beings like Dee who knew how to do things, and that was the meaning of guardianship. There is knowledge of civilization here. And I sense Dee and the arising and passing of life, contributing to the edifice of civilization. This was the meaning of Christ at that time.

It will be interesting to compare with other visions of Nia to see if mine is accurate or relevant. I’m having a bit of confusion because even though I’m drunk and got a message that this might not “qualify”, it is vivid and full of information. But perhaps some spirit here will help me see the propriety that Dee was hoping to preserve with this system, extending the British Empire.

Thank you. Gloria In Excelsis Deo.

The above is what I wrote weeks ago, I just want to emphasize that I was reading those words in Rice’s book today, and then found them again tonight in my own record of scrying NIA. There were other things that happened today so absurdly synchronous that I can do nothing but rejoice.

I’m so inspired by my birthday week of conventions – Flashback Weekend last week, seeing the awesome Rose McGowan, and then this weekend FanExpo, the first day of which I just got back from – that I came up with an idea for The Downward Spiral, part 2 of the Sickie Souse Quartet. In the sequel Warren is somehow involved with this sordid disgusting sex-addict director loosely based on a real Hollywood director who millions of people have heard of. This director is a virulent misogynist who has his minions sabotage movies so that he will be called in to “save” them by re-editing them, leaving out scenes where women are portrayed sympathetically and rewriting endings around his own pathologically disgusting idea of male bonding. So there’s a move based on what happened with Aliens 3, where they killed Newt. There’s a young female character that everyone in America loves, just like Newt, and then this freak director directs his minion Warren to sabotage it, and he comes in and kills her and humiliate the lead character, and the lead actress by making the whole thing an exercise in sexual horror like Aliens 3 or The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover. The whole novel is to examine how the entertainment business in the 90s became a breeding ground for disgusting sex and drug addicts who don’t care about audiences at all.

Also, I’m wondering who Warren really is. I may switch up and make Derek the slimiest villain of The ArtIC Circle. Maybe Warren will be the evil adult director, who has this ranch where he has these sex parties where he directs “Warrens”, which are orgies of naked gay men forced together into small spaces, simulating the hellish paintings of M.C. Escher.

But the new idea I got tonight is that a major piece of it is a story based on the travesty of Aliens 3, and whether the friend is Derek or Warren he somehow involves the Sickies in it, and it’s a very dark battle with a sad ending like The Empire Strikes Back.