《The Paths of Magick》Lore - Path of the Kabbalah Arcana V: Climbing the World Tree
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Arcane Sephirot
Magi of all kinds seek the Peak of Power. They seek apotheosis and divinity beyond mortal flesh. To do so, there are many Paths and many more Ways to walk them. One such Path is the ladder of Kabbalah Arcana, where one collects droplets of noesis in their mind and then uses the water of knowledge to carve their high-spirits.
Like the Tablets of Eld, the likeness of Kether is to be etched upon them. The Face of God in the form of Aeder. Each sigil is hewn from pure arcana and from the specific and the material, it is distilled and undefined into the immaterial of Divinity.
Kabbalists condense the noesis gathered inside their minds and use that arcana to fabricate their Aederic sigil. A sigil advances through being bathed in progressively higher-form arcana. The higher the sphere of existence, the stronger the Aeder becomes.
Arcana must be refined and collected and the Aeder must be bathed in a specific pattern and method. It must be balanced.
We shall start from the On Low, the arcana farthest from Divinity and Holiness.
Malkuth, the Prime Physical
The lowest and purest form of arcana is called malkuth-sphere arcana. This arcana embodies physical elements such as dirt, ash, water, and air. Chemical elements are also included in malkuth-sphere arcana.
From the dust of the Earth I have been molded. Is it not fitting that I take it as the first true source of Power?
Yesodth, the Foundation of Gnosis
After one binds arcana of a given physical element, they may move unto more conceptual knowledge. The four elements or any spiritual elementary system may be used to further distill and undefine one’s arcana closer to Chaos, closer to the kether. The chosen element will define one’s Path, barring them from certain aspects until they reach the peak of the Kabbalah.
Fire is an example of yesodth-sphere arcana. And so is water (not the chemical element, but instead the spiritual representation of such).
Water is but the Ash of the Stars. It is the byproduct of an existence naturally closest to Kether, to pure energy.
What is ash but that which is left behind and unburnable? What is water but the Ash of Stars?
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Hodth & Netzahth, the Lost Twins
There were once twins, lost after birth. They found each other in war. Netzahth killed Hodth. And Hodth forgave Netzahth so that no ghast would haunt his brother come the Pull of the Grave.
At this sphere, one must bind hoth and netzahth. Hodth is passive change and netzahth is active change. Though some philosophers reckon elements are bound inherently to either sphere, they are wrong. And yet also right, for there is no Truth in Malkuth.
Fire and wind are seen as elements of active change, transforming others to their whim. Water and earth are seen as elements of largely passive change, being transformed by the netzahth. And yet, this is only partially right. Like aether, the elements contain dual aspects, yet they differ in degree.
Does the water of the oceans not sculpt the shores? Do rivers not carve through the terrain? Does earth not move and rend and thus displace other elements? No one element is entirely hodth or netzahth, but instead a mix of the two with a dominant sway to one of the Twins.
The use of hodth makes an element adaptable and broader and increases its defense-aligned capabilities. The use of netzahth makes an element more fierce and specific and increases its offense-aligned capabilities.
Only once both hodth and netzahth are bound to an element or multiple thereof, can one advance to the next sphere.
Earth is the Firmament that behelds my steps.
When the Earth moves, all of Creation doth moves in twain.
From its bowels come the smoothness of mercury and the harshness of sulfur.
Gevurahth & Hesedth, the Scales of Morality
At this sphere, arcana gains a slight aspect of either destruction or creation. One’s moral compass and psyche heavily limit their advancement further. A lack of malice to evil and righteous anger limits one’s ability to bind the gevurahth. A lack of compassion and mercy limits one’s ability to bind the Hesedth.
Once both gevurahth and hesedth are bound in one’s Kabbalah, they achieve half-step tiphereth and the ability to not just manipulate a spiritual element, but the physical laws contained therein.
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I turn Water into Flame, and from the Flame comes Water.
My Aeder evokes the essence of water that burns as doth acid.
My Aeder evokes the essence of fire that births new growth upon the dust of the Earth.
Adonai.
Tiphereth, the Stitching of Law
Arcana that is half-way to Creation or Destruction is called ti’fereth-sphere arcana. These are physical-conceptual arcana such as force, heat, and flow, those that follow natural laws or are manifestations of them.
Tiphereth arcana contains both aspects of Creation and Destruction for gevurahth and hesedth primes the Aeder to come closer to the da’ath. Aeder that possess abilities for spatial manipulation and gravitational bending are tiphereth-sphere.
Wind is but Malkuth dancing to the whims of the unseen Da’ath.
I control not simply the soma of air.
I bend not simply the spirit of ether.
I do command the laws of Tiphereth.
Pressure and expansion. Heat and cold. Ebb and flow.
And such is the Name of Wind mine.
Binahth & Hokmahth, the Hewing of the Soul
Aeder is usually superficial, scarring the skin of the soul. That is, until one reaches Tiphereth. After one understands and commands Natural Law, their Power deepens.
Binahth is the apparent, it is the without. Hokmahth is the subtle, it is the within.
Binahth is the easiest to achieve. It is the understanding of one’s Aeder, and its Truth hidden and drowned beneath Malkuth, Yesodth, Gevurahth, Hesedth, and Tiphereth.
One simply needs to know that which binds all other spheres of one’s Aeder. Upon achieving Binahth, a kabbalist gains soul-marks upon the skin of their mortal shell.
These passively endow their bodies with the aspects and abilities of their Aeder. And if their Aeder already does so, Binahth enhances the effects ten-fold.
Hokmahth is the hardest to achieve. It is the Awakening of the Soul. It requires one to understand their Truth and to cut through their own self-deception.
The dust is Earth carried by Wind.
The dust is ash birthed from Flame.
The dust is rain from Waters of Heaven.
The Dust is now a Name, or no longer is it simply dust.
It is the base of my Divinity and marks my skin in patterns battered by the Winds of the Qlipharra and darkened by the Water of Understanding and burning with the Flame.
I know my Truth. I advance so that I may save others from the cruelty of tyrant-kings. I care not for the Peak for its own Power, but for that which may save my family.
I am born from humanity yet no longer simply human.
Da’ath, the Pillar to Divinity
Arcana that is closest to Creation and Destruction is called da’ath-sphere arcana. The mixture of these two generates small amounts of kether-sphere arcana. Trueborn sorcerers naturally produce some amount of either in their arcanums at Awakening.
Da’ath is only achievable through sorcerous Awakening or through binding Binahth and Hokmahth. By binding both Hewings of the Soul, a sorcerer is born.
I have bound all Spheres of Sephira. I have prepared for the last break-through.
Yet I am afraid.
I have saved my people and brothers and sisters.
What else do I now fight and struggle for except the Greed for Power?
Kether, the Primeval Chaos
Arcana that is closest to Chaos is called a kether-sphere arcana. It is the whole, endowing both Creation and Destruction in equal bounds. Time related arcana is considered kether-sphere. And so is the Arcana of Nothingness and Void. In this sphere, a kabbalist arcanist is closest to godhood and damnation.
Beheld the heed of caution I have not. In mine own Hubris, I have been cast unto the Void.
I feel nothing. No sight, no touch, no sound, no smell, no passage of time, no direction of my limbs.
I am all. The vast nothingness is indistinguishable from the Self. Where does it start and where do I end?
In my Greed I sought to devour the Devourer. And now I rest in the belly of the Beast that Dwelleth Beneath Creation.
From the Source, the Origin, the Genesis, I have returned. My soul hath returned to the Empty Firmament from which it hath ascended.
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