Using a combination of breathing exercises, transcendental meditation, enochian chanting and certain magical formulas suggested to me by a cryptopataphysical reading of the Liber AL Vel Legis, I projected my astral self to the 12th (or mauve) level of the seventh crystalline metasphere. Guided by cunning rhythms and tones, based on secret alchemical proto-quantum formuli once in the possession of the Knights Templar, and played on intricately wrought instruments of meteoric iron, I attained that region where time has spatial dimensions, and obeys a counter-intuitive modification of hyperbolic geometry. There I talked with the nameless being sometimes referred to as the prince in white. Our conversation lasted a lifetime, and it lasted less than the blink of an eye. I returned to my mortal shell imbued with gnostic wisdom beyond imagining, which I used to create that image out of nothing more than thoughts, as easily as a normal man might write a word upon a sheet of paper.
