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PART TWO: A DEFECTIVE MACHINE?
It was many years ago that a certain reverb unit of Danny’s began acting rather strangely, emitting a sound as it went funny (i.e. malfunctioned?) that so fascinated him, that it, perhaps, inspired a song title. It was during that night, as Danny frantically rushed about the loft to sample the machine’s death-throes that I knew he would someday put the damn thing on a recording. But, like I said, this was many years ago. Moments later (the deed done) we were back up at the makeshift bar in the place, having a beer or twelve pack or two, and the whole thing was forgotten. Or at least I had forgot about it. When Lateralus was still in the writing/arranging stage, and it came time for Danny to start thinking about ‘his’ piece - something on the lines of ‘IONS’ from AEnima, but a bit more elaborate, I suggested that he do something using the Enochian (or Angelic) language of Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelley’s occult experiments with extradimensional intelligences (if that’s what they in fact were). Initially Danny seemed to like the idea, enough so that I quickly began to write out some verses in the Enochian language that he (or, better yet, Maynard) could vocalize. We thought that using a vocoder would create the most powerful effect (especially with the 20 frequency band Sennheiser VSM-201 analog vocoder that Danny owns, this being the famous model used by Kraftwerk and others{including the voices of the droids on the film Star Wars}, of which there are only a few [3 is the number that I’ve heard] in the world. (NOTE: the Sennheiser vocoder takes a carrier sound such as a synth waveform, etc. and articulates that sound with a person’s voice or other incoming audible signal that can analyzed via the 20 channels of band-pass filters to achieve unique sounds and multi-modulations). Accompanied by the broken (?) reverb unit and with Danny’s various vintage synths, we thought the effect could be truly haunting. But things don’t always go according to plans. Although I had written the Enochian verses, there was a sudden push to get Lateralus finished, and the complexities of doing the track as it was originally planned were outweighed by other considerations. Also, as I mentioned earlier, the Enochian piece didn’t seem to fit with the rest of Lateralus. Having already given Danny my cassette copy of the ex-employee on the "Area 51 Caller Line" from Art’s Coast to Coast AM show, he decided to use it in the background of a piece he wrote using the noise of the "higher-evolved’ machine [i.e. defective reverb unit] he sampled along with some nice touches he added with his EMS Synthi AKS (another very rare piece of equipment). And so that’s what was recorded (at the loft studio) for the Lateralus CD. Now, if you think that the series of coincidences surrounding the "triangulated" Art Bell caller were strange, wait until you hear about what happened to me as I was working on the Enochian verses (which, at the time, Danny was still planning on using for ‘his’ piece on the recording).

FAAIP DE OIAD: IAIAD DE MAHORELA
PART THREE: THE GREATEST DIFFICULTY: PRONUNCIATION OF ENOCHIA
This part of the story occurred in January of 2000, several days after the "Y2K" flop. I was back in the Midwest, in the small town of O’Fallon, Illinois, celebrating my mother’s birthday. After the holidays, I had a few days with little to do in my sleepy hometown before returning to Los Angeles. I would spend most of the day and nights in my parent’s house (before they moved) working on the correct pronunciations of my Enochian verses. I had several Enochian Dictionaries with me, and each contained a discussion and system (or guidelines) on how to pronounce Enochia, something that few if any occultists or language scholars know for sure. (NOTE: as with most systems of magick, the slightest error, whether with a Call, an invocation/evocation or the construction of a sigil, can be potentially disastrous to the operator.) Among other sources, I had GMICALZOMA by Leo Vinci, a special edition of THE GOETIA translated by Aleister Crowley (?), THE COMPLETE ENOCHIAN DICTIONARY by Laycock and Skinner, A TRUE AND FAITHFUL RELATION... edited by Meric Casaubon and THE ENOCHIAN WORLD OF ALEISTER CROWLEY by Duquette and Hyatt (Ph.D). Working with another person who had a great deal of knowledge on the subject, we had previously decided upon which pronunciation to use for reasons which I shall not explain at this time. For three days and nights I practiced the Calls, or, to be more accurate, the verses that I had assembled, for that is what they were, each time without feeling or visualizing the slightest thing. In short, I wasn’t in any way attempting to skry in the Aethyrs or to summon the Enochian denizens, whatever they were. I was just trying to learn the pronunciation so that I could teach it to Danny, or Maynard, or whoever was going to sing/recite the verses through the vocoder. For those interested, the verses were: ENOCHIAN WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATION: "TORZU!/ Arise! AAO HUBARDO TIBBP/ Amongst the lanterns of sorrow. TZAMRAN/ Appear AAF NOR MOLAP/ Amongst the sons of men IZIPOP/ From the highest vessels, FOARGT VRAN/ The dwelling place of the elders LUCIFTIAS PIRIPSOL/ In the brightness of the heavens." Having a plane to catch the next morning, I put away my notes and went to bed around 2:00 am. I had been sleeping soundly the other nights in my parent’s house, but on this particular night, I suffered (the word I choose to use here) an incredibly lucid and disturbing dream (if, in fact, it was a dream - I’m still not sure). This dream or vision seemed to involve something that was attempting to overpower me in some way. I tried to fight off the astral attack, or whatever it was that wanted me to surrender to it, but I felt somewhat paralyzed, with my flailing arms stuck, to use Whitley Strieber’s words, in "electrified tar." The thing I saw is almost impossible to describe. It seemed to be some elaborate geometric construction, a bit like the qabalistic Tree of Life diagram, but somehow different. Actually, it seemed like a pyramid or structure of sorts that was composed of smallish beings, horribly clownlike and mechanized, who were juggling orbs of luminous multicolored energy in an extremely fast and deft manner. The whole thing was completely alien to my mind, and if it was attempting to communicate something to me, whatever it was I hadn’t the faintest idea. The motion of the orbs of ‘energy’, the strange geometry of the living construction, and the vividity of the unusual colors all made me feel rather dizzy. I remember suddenly waking up feeling out of breath, the colors of whatever it was still burned into my retinas. I thought I had suffered a nightmare, but I remember laughing to myself and saying in a faint voice: "Goddamn, that shit really works." What struck me the most funny was the idea of Enochian entities parading around in my parents’ house. After checking the time (It was around 4:20 AM I remember) and scribbling down what I perceived, I soon fell back asleep. The next morning, I woke up and had a friend drive me to the airport. On the flight home, I didn’t think too much about the dream or vision, about what caused it or what it might have meant. I was just glad to be going back to the warmth of southern California. After landing at LAX, I grabbed a shuttle van and within an hour was back in my apartment. I remember that the first thing that I did was to turn on my Sangean ATS 818 cs radio (yes, I’m smiling too), to see who Art Bell had on the show as I unpacked and checked my mail and phone messages. Well, Art’s guests that night turned out to be two police officers from small Midwestern towns. In fact, they were from the very place that I had just returned from. I quickly realized that they were talking about some kind of major UFO event that had occurred in St. Clair County, Illinois and at approximately (I could justifiably say exactly) the same time that I suffered from the bizarre ‘dream’ which, perhaps, was the result of my experimenting with the Enochia.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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02-13-2007, 09:13 AM	#2
~~]v[edusa~~ Banned. Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Port Dalhousie, Ontario Posts: 640 Bincount™: 51	Re: FAAIP DE OIAD: IAIAD DE MAHORELA FAAIP DE OIAD: IAIAD DE MAHORELA PART TWO: A DEFECTIVE MACHINE? It was many years ago that a certain reverb unit of Danny’s began acting rather strangely, emitting a sound as it went funny (i.e. malfunctioned?) that so fascinated him, that it, perhaps, inspired a song title. It was during that night, as Danny frantically rushed about the loft to sample the machine’s death-throes that I knew he would someday put the damn thing on a recording. But, like I said, this was many years ago. Moments later (the deed done) we were back up at the makeshift bar in the place, having a beer or twelve pack or two, and the whole thing was forgotten. Or at least I had forgot about it. When Lateralus was still in the writing/arranging stage, and it came time for Danny to start thinking about ‘his’ piece - something on the lines of ‘IONS’ from AEnima, but a bit more elaborate, I suggested that he do something using the Enochian (or Angelic) language of Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelley’s occult experiments with extradimensional intelligences (if that’s what they in fact were). Initially Danny seemed to like the idea, enough so that I quickly began to write out some verses in the Enochian language that he (or, better yet, Maynard) could vocalize. We thought that using a vocoder would create the most powerful effect (especially with the 20 frequency band Sennheiser VSM-201 analog vocoder that Danny owns, this being the famous model used by Kraftwerk and others{including the voices of the droids on the film Star Wars}, of which there are only a few [3 is the number that I’ve heard] in the world. (NOTE: the Sennheiser vocoder takes a carrier sound such as a synth waveform, etc. and articulates that sound with a person’s voice or other incoming audible signal that can analyzed via the 20 channels of band-pass filters to achieve unique sounds and multi-modulations). Accompanied by the broken (?) reverb unit and with Danny’s various vintage synths, we thought the effect could be truly haunting. But things don’t always go according to plans. Although I had written the Enochian verses, there was a sudden push to get Lateralus finished, and the complexities of doing the track as it was originally planned were outweighed by other considerations. Also, as I mentioned earlier, the Enochian piece didn’t seem to fit with the rest of Lateralus. Having already given Danny my cassette copy of the ex-employee on the "Area 51 Caller Line" from Art’s Coast to Coast AM show, he decided to use it in the background of a piece he wrote using the noise of the "higher-evolved’ machine [i.e. defective reverb unit] he sampled along with some nice touches he added with his EMS Synthi AKS (another very rare piece of equipment). And so that’s what was recorded (at the loft studio) for the Lateralus CD. Now, if you think that the series of coincidences surrounding the "triangulated" Art Bell caller were strange, wait until you hear about what happened to me as I was working on the Enochian verses (which, at the time, Danny was still planning on using for ‘his’ piece on the recording). FAAIP DE OIAD: IAIAD DE MAHORELA PART THREE: THE GREATEST DIFFICULTY: PRONUNCIATION OF ENOCHIA This part of the story occurred in January of 2000, several days after the "Y2K" flop. I was back in the Midwest, in the small town of O’Fallon, Illinois, celebrating my mother’s birthday. After the holidays, I had a few days with little to do in my sleepy hometown before returning to Los Angeles. I would spend most of the day and nights in my parent’s house (before they moved) working on the correct pronunciations of my Enochian verses. I had several Enochian Dictionaries with me, and each contained a discussion and system (or guidelines) on how to pronounce Enochia, something that few if any occultists or language scholars know for sure. (NOTE: as with most systems of magick, the slightest error, whether with a Call, an invocation/evocation or the construction of a sigil, can be potentially disastrous to the operator.) Among other sources, I had GMICALZOMA by Leo Vinci, a special edition of THE GOETIA translated by Aleister Crowley (?), THE COMPLETE ENOCHIAN DICTIONARY by Laycock and Skinner, A TRUE AND FAITHFUL RELATION... edited by Meric Casaubon and THE ENOCHIAN WORLD OF ALEISTER CROWLEY by Duquette and Hyatt (Ph.D). Working with another person who had a great deal of knowledge on the subject, we had previously decided upon which pronunciation to use for reasons which I shall not explain at this time. For three days and nights I practiced the Calls, or, to be more accurate, the verses that I had assembled, for that is what they were, each time without feeling or visualizing the slightest thing. In short, I wasn’t in any way attempting to skry in the Aethyrs or to summon the Enochian denizens, whatever they were. I was just trying to learn the pronunciation so that I could teach it to Danny, or Maynard, or whoever was going to sing/recite the verses through the vocoder. For those interested, the verses were: ENOCHIAN WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATION: "TORZU!/ Arise! AAO HUBARDO TIBBP/ Amongst the lanterns of sorrow. TZAMRAN/ Appear AAF NOR MOLAP/ Amongst the sons of men IZIPOP/ From the highest vessels, FOARGT VRAN/ The dwelling place of the elders LUCIFTIAS PIRIPSOL/ In the brightness of the heavens." Having a plane to catch the next morning, I put away my notes and went to bed around 2:00 am. I had been sleeping soundly the other nights in my parent’s house, but on this particular night, I suffered (the word I choose to use here) an incredibly lucid and disturbing dream (if, in fact, it was a dream - I’m still not sure). This dream or vision seemed to involve something that was attempting to overpower me in some way. I tried to fight off the astral attack, or whatever it was that wanted me to surrender to it, but I felt somewhat paralyzed, with my flailing arms stuck, to use Whitley Strieber’s words, in "electrified tar." The thing I saw is almost impossible to describe. It seemed to be some elaborate geometric construction, a bit like the qabalistic Tree of Life diagram, but somehow different. Actually, it seemed like a pyramid or structure of sorts that was composed of smallish beings, horribly clownlike and mechanized, who were juggling orbs of luminous multicolored energy in an extremely fast and deft manner. The whole thing was completely alien to my mind, and if it was attempting to communicate something to me, whatever it was I hadn’t the faintest idea. The motion of the orbs of ‘energy’, the strange geometry of the living construction, and the vividity of the unusual colors all made me feel rather dizzy. I remember suddenly waking up feeling out of breath, the colors of whatever it was still burned into my retinas. I thought I had suffered a nightmare, but I remember laughing to myself and saying in a faint voice: "Goddamn, that shit really works." What struck me the most funny was the idea of Enochian entities parading around in my parents’ house. After checking the time (It was around 4:20 AM I remember) and scribbling down what I perceived, I soon fell back asleep. The next morning, I woke up and had a friend drive me to the airport. On the flight home, I didn’t think too much about the dream or vision, about what caused it or what it might have meant. I was just glad to be going back to the warmth of southern California. After landing at LAX, I grabbed a shuttle van and within an hour was back in my apartment. I remember that the first thing that I did was to turn on my Sangean ATS 818 cs radio (yes, I’m smiling too), to see who Art Bell had on the show as I unpacked and checked my mail and phone messages. Well, Art’s guests that night turned out to be two police officers from small Midwestern towns. In fact, they were from the very place that I had just returned from. I quickly realized that they were talking about some kind of major UFO event that had occurred in St. Clair County, Illinois and at approximately (I could justifiably say exactly) the same time that I suffered from the bizarre ‘dream’ which, perhaps, was the result of my experimenting with the Enochia. TO BE CONTINUED... BMB "
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