The Sacred Magic of Abramelin, est. 1802

This book involves a spiritual retreat that can only be surmised to appear in one’s life when the work has been completed (or is just beginning?).

The copy that I received was from a now closed bookstore in the middle of swampish Missouri, during the time of 2021-2022. I was immensely surprised at finding the tome; it was a beaten up copy that I was able to procure for a a few pennies, and had the esteemed SATOR square upon the front of it.

Now I had copied one of the exercises into a notebook.

Loosely (supposedly) translated as:The sower, with his plough, holds the wheels with care.

Here’s something interesting. The term “coulter” appears in the canonical bible in 1 Samuel 13:20-21. A little gematria reduces the term to Colter (I capitalized this feller), with an additional U leftover. ᚢ in Norse is Ur, U, and signifies “wild ox” or “water.”

“Coulter” means a ‘plowshare.’

I am not going to make an exceptional leap here except to demonstrate that with a little imagination one can surmise that it was an uncanny coincidence to achieve possession of such a text.

The Sacred Magic of Abra-melin. Interesting. Mayhaps.

This plough, which I hold in my hand – the wheels that I hold with care, and moves like beautiful flowing words over serendipity and kismet, a beautiful pool of flowing, strikes me as I sit here and look at the words which emerge from me on the typing of a page, as water.

Anything can be anything, a sagely spirit once told me. Truth, in my Bible.

“God is faithful; he will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able” (1 Corinthians 10:13)

I have predicted nothing. I emerge from HERE, NOW, and find my respite in what I can write.

Witness my ploughshare. Witness me, Colter, tilling the earth, with care.

God The Geometer (1250) – From the Codex Vindobonensis