Introduction

Back when I was training within The Order of Michael’s Grail, the Grand Initiator told me once that each grade, corresponding to a sphere, holds a different formula of magical equilibrium. To this day, I sometimes think of this, as the solution to this charade was left a mystery, and have managed to come to results by adapting to the electric and magnetic fluid of each sphere, and balancing the cosmic letters pertaining to the spheric elements, together with other methodologies that, as is the case with these, can be found in my books. 

On a larger scale, combining the spheres themselves, 10=1, 9=2, 8=3, 7=4, 6=5, 5=6, 4=7, 3=8, 2=9, and 1=10 (imagined hierarchically from 1 to 10) are obvious formulas that depict spheric volts of balance. The Earthzone overcomes Neptune at first (1=10), Uranus is ruled by the Moon (2=9), Mercury rules Saturn (3=8), Venus rules Jupiter (4=7) and so on at first, the planetary number in the left standing magnetic/passive and the planetary number in the right electric/active. As we evolve, the volts transmute so the higher leads the lower, in any case, however the numbers may be arranged, they depict the necessary balance for the progressive stages of maturity. 

While this stands true, I wish to venture beyond such quantitative knowledge and other kinds of wisdom I keep to myself on the subject and move unto unknown and qualitative terrain, under the announced premise of sharing directly with the readers.

For this purpose, I have set the circle and triangle, made sure to have the four elemental emperors anchored in the corners (see A Guide to the Elementals), and adorned myself with the seal of Aschmunadai (monarch of the Earth Belt), magic belt, magus band and robe, so as to sustain the prolonged operation without any drainage. I have, upon evocation unto the triangle of the ceremonial chamber, loaded, as previously arranged, my guardian genius, guru or guide with the four divine qualities, keeping my own state of the Godhead in the background to make for a limited and relatable communication, easier to read.

First, upon the final charging with omnipresence, this priest of Amon, my guide, seems to engulf and lose shape, yet gain substance without end. Called back, he returns unmarked, nameless, and without a care. And, without a care, we depart from the physical chamber to subtler venues.

The Zone Girdling the Earth

As we spiral up and reform from my ceremonial chamber to the Zone Girdling the Earth, I see my transfigured guide is dressed in clothes of light and holding a burning staff. He looks at me and away to a sacrificial altar where a virginal female, naked and very white, is surrendering to the upcoming sacrifice of fire. We stand inside an oak-wood circular temple, squared by four columns of bronze, and there is an additional black pillar of consecration to the left of the altar where the woman’s heart is to be deposed. 

I look inquisitively at the staff. “You are this staff”, the deity divines my unformed question. My inquisitive gaze keeps burning into the deity’s eyes. “You, or anyone” he completes. “The self”, I conclude. “The Self, the first flame, when it didn’t yet consume, or needed wick or needed fuel,” the deity says. 

I inspect the virgin, lost in some waking dream, prostrated on the altar, and study the cubic pillar of consecration. “Why is there a sacrifice where no wick or fuel is needed?” – “The woman is the mind, laid upon the altar of forms-ideas. The first flame of original individuality dispenses the woman that is the mind, but the woman that is the mind cannot dispense the flame of the original self, nor can the archetypal altar dispense the woman that is the mind.” I smile. “Be mindful of the readers.” –  “The self is self-sufficient, the mind is enlightened by it or perishes, but the mind may not be touched by the flame of the pure self without something to conduct the holy fire. Thus, the mind gives itself to the archetypes, providing the means of infiltration for the pure Self.” He replies and I nod. 

He points at the circular temple: “This is the circle, and where you see a circle, I see a bridge, for the circle is all that stands between the inside and the outside of the circle, and to both these spaces expands. The four pillars are the known virtues of the sphynx: to Will as the Self wills itself in the first flame, to Know as the woman in the altar of sacrifice knows the form-idea of the first flame, to dare as the circle dares merge form-idea and self, and to keep silent as” he points to the pillar of consecration “we hide the Self within the duality from which the Self is not, and impregnate it so as to bear the heart of unity and the Soul.”

After a moment of silence, I instigate: “How is equipoise within this frame?”, and as he answers, the circle delineating the temple seems to shimmer with his light in tune with his voice: “Self-Awareness balances Fire, Contemplation balances Air, Transcendental Devotion balances Water, and Detachment balances Earth. Once all are balanced from within, they stand equally balanced among them.”

The deity points again to the black cube and I see now the heart of the woman standing upon it, translucent with light and revolving in black flame. “Fetch me the heart.” He begs. As I touch it, I have a flash of its insides. It stands as a womb and within it, a baby of white shimmering light. I pass it with some relief. The deity hooks it to the head of the staff, and it catches flame. He uses it to set the circular walls on fire. The fire spirals up, and as it consumes the walls, I see we stand in a vast plain where all that is visible is lilac-silver-white lunar light.  

The Moonzone

As I turn my gaze back from the lunar vastness, I see the woman is up within a larger-than-human goblet filled with the graceful waters of the moon. She holds a sickle of silver metal in her left hand and a pentacle in her neck. The altar and the pillar of consecration are gone. 

Inquisitive, I look at the deity only to find his staff has become a golden-dark trident, as if the gold metal had been scorched by extreme fire and will. The guide pushes the trident inside his body, so that the lateral pongs exit from his temples and the central pong stands at the crown, the staff running down the spine to the coccyx. The trident changes this carefree body and it becomes white, beautiful and peaceful, red, passionate and wrathful, and black and sexually insinuating. All three coexist for a while until they finally mingle and dissolve into the radiant, boundless presence of the trident itself. 

I call the deity by the name of my guardian genius, having no other reference, and see, to my satisfaction, that he responds. “I am the trident of inspiration and the lunar fires.” I nod. “What are these fires?” – “A will that knows itself with a knowledge that acts.” – “I see.” I divert my attention from the deity to meet, with shyness, the gaze of the woman, only to find that she does not seem to see beyond the Goblet of Grace except the grace reflected back from its glass. “Where you see a goblet, I see the womb of the Virgin Mary, so impregnated by Gabriel through her ears.” Speaks the trident. “So what shall our third party, reading us, be looking for?” – “The waters of the Moon, called Grace by the Church, the Knowledge that is given only by the graceful action of the knower.” 

I furrow my forehead and shift attention to the crescent of her sickle. The light it reflects makes me feel like I am losing my human form and turning into a white swan.  The trident continues: “The Air of the Moon sees to it that all shape is bound to change, and such evolution is the action of knowledge.” I realize the woman is still lost in a dream. “The pentacle” continues the deity within the trident, “unveils the change, ceasing the continuous moment of the sickle, and, shape being freed from its own gravity, reveals quintessential stability in all things. Such is the Earth of the Moon.” He finishes. 

I look fixedly and silently at the trident, awaiting a conclusion. “These are the operations by which will knows itself.” There is greater silence. “And the equipoise?” – “A stability that is change, a change that finds a stable rhythm. A grace that is inspired and not suffered.” I smile and ask: “Is the woman still the mind?” – “As the goblet is the soul.” After this, nothing happens, and the silver light begins to freeze. I grab the staff of the trident and am pushed upwards in a spiral. 

The Zone of Mercury

We see the bright orange sphere approach within the infinite darkness, becoming the size of a universe, and as we pierce through, the trident releases itself from my hands to fall head down, piercing a black cube, the same Pillar of Consecration met within the Earth Belt Zone. Behind the cube, the woman stands an effigy, as if petrified by the moonlight’s crystallization in the sphere below. There seems to be nothing else but pulsing orange light, subtly buzzing.

“This is the Earth of Mercury, and it stands as a veil meant to unveil, a secret that reveals. Push me, then, and you will open it.” I touch the trident, feeling its immense power of illumination and inspiration, and push it back. The top of the black cube detaches, and I see inside a talisman inscribed with the image of a she-devil, a pouch, and the trident itself, its presence having vanished from my hands. 

Inside the box this trident remains silent, like a relic, and having no orientation I start by grabbing the she-devil talisman and an immense euphoria fills my subtle body. The engraved succubus speaks “The dynamic power of Mercury is in the Water, and it is desire: the fuel of all knowledge and the blood that irrigates the intellect.” I give the talisman back and move toward the pouch, but before I hold it, the voice of the deity speaks from it. “All the potential of Mercury is in the Air, as much as all charms are held within this bag. These are secrets of the intellect that only desire can reach. The trident to my side is but a cold and lifeless remnant of power gone, and should all desire be spent in my secrets, all that is revealed back is the fiery living trident.” 

I stand in doubt for a moment. “And the woman?” I ask. The pouch whistles and starts forming words once again. “She is the often hidden longing for death. Mortals inhibit Her conquering submission within the black box. Still, breaking the pillar of consecration is greater consecration; it is accepting submission to death, and desiring death, in so doing beginning to learn from splendor.” I frown further. “Is She still the mind?” – “No longer, she is called the Akasha. I am the mind, as the she-devil of desire is the soul.” I nod. 

The voice explains: “For equipoise, you purify the air by preventing thoughts from running vague and loose and devoid of sustained vitality, and this you do by encoding experience. The water shall be purified by devoting your emotions to decoding what thought has encoded. The earth shall be balanced by decoding encoded experience with refined practice, so collecting wisdom. Fire is then purified as it is abandoned, so all will is given by wisdom and none by impulse. This is the intellectual way.”

From there on, the objects cease to express themselves, and only the effigy releases a silent prayer, imperceptible except as the subtle vibration of the ether. Upon waiting and seeing the deity not manifest, I decide to spiral up on my own. 

The Zone of Venus

As I stabilize in the green-emerald acid mass of light oscillation, I see the woman, sulphureous, no longer crystalized, standing over the waters of a sacred well of liquified emeralds and, levitating above the waters with her, a verdant cauldron and fire. The woman seems to be in an agitated trance, but quite compenetrated, crushing green herbs in a pestle and mortar and spitting salt from her mouth upon the cauldron.    

I look for the deity but find it not, and wonder at its meaning. Suddenly, the woman’s wild eyes stop on me for the first time, green, gray, red, gold, the iris flashing with a black light. “Make no mistake,” she says, but the voice washes in from all sides, “I am in everything you see.” I realize the deity is speaking, smile, and sit in the absinthe green light on one knee. “What do we have here?” I ask in a good disposition. She lifts the pestle and mortar. “The air, for the intellect here no longer divides but dissolves in the fullness of the mind, and holds thus the secret of the transmutation of all error.” She shows her saliva, made of crystal salt, and swallows it back. “This is the earth, for all sensations here are pure and vitalized.” Again, she brings forth the purity from her saliva glands and spits onto the pestle and mortar, mixing the herbs. “The transmutation of the soul. Now,” she points with the club-shaped pestle towards the sprinkling well within which the holy spirit seems to move, “the water, for all sensations here are of trance, and deconditioned. Then, we stand above these waters as we make ground upon the ever-green land of ecstasy.” At this point, she enters the cauldron with one foot and slowly retrieves it, becoming gradually made of gold. “And this is the unifying fire and will that instills the mind to dissolve thoughts, the senses to vitalize and purify, and the emotions towards ecstasy.” 

She stops and looks at me, and suddenly I see in her my late grandmother, a saintly miracle worker who was one of my greatest teachers.  “Come”, she says, and regains her own form but not completely, looking as something in-between. I move, take her hand, and, levitating above the waters, wait for her push. Up we spiral. 

The Zone of the Sun

We arrive, within the Sun Zone, at a clearing created by the deity amidst the blinding light. I can see a shining mirror behind a wheel that spins the cards of the tarot. In the center of this wheel, there is a dark crystal orb with runes drawn around it: angled fork shapes flowing with energy, moving angular forms, illumining torch shapes, self-aware concentric symmetries, and spines connecting worlds.   

“This proves to be an easy one for you,” tells the deity, still wearing the same aspect as in the Venus Zone, yet having lost all traits of my grandmother, the eyes having become pure white light and the shape of gold, genderless. “The mirror of fire represents Will towards itself, so that it moves towards no other object but its own nature. The wheel represents how you balance water while replacing limited emotions with intuition. The runes stand for the air element, balanced by replacing vulgar thoughts with the articulation of the cosmic letters. The all-seeing orb represents the function of earth – consciousness – dropping the ego to embrace prophecy, becoming completely prophetic in function.” She gazes, reading my mind and making sure I understand. “The activation of each aspect emanates all others by consequence.” The deity completes, and on we move towards Mars. 

The Zone of Mars

This zone today seems to present some resistance, and both I and the deity seem to become made of raw flesh and blood against the natural friction. None of us is bothered by it, and we fly towards what I can only describe as a depth-point. It looks like a minuscule wormhole surrounded by a black-gray sphere with sparks of gold, reflecting the red-ruby dry ice snow around us and seeming to change the angles outside as we look inside. We hold hands and enter.

I see above me a throwing spear and below me a sword, to the sides, front and back, forming a cross, describing to the best of my ability, since we have become a 360º sphere, I envision a whip, a dagger, a knife, and a scythe. The whip is the element of air transmuted by extreme excitement, and elevated thoughts thereof. It can only be balanced by the knife of water that cuts away and detaches from all emotions. This emotional departure process is equally balanced by the intellectual excitement of Mars, represented by the whip that enthusiastically unmasks all limitations. 

The dagger feels like fire, having no will but towards illumination, no matter the cost. It is balanced by the Scythe of putrefaction, which dissolves all sense of superiority. The scythe must likewise be balanced by the dagger. 

The spear represents the electric fluid, balanced in the scale of Mars by continuous release. The sword represents the magnetic fluid that must be held down to be balanced and prevail in the Sphere of Mars. 

Without us first leaving the depth point, the deity guides me further up.  

The Zone of Jupiter

Here the deity resumes the original form of my Guide, but wearing a gold helmet, over which is placed a royal blue and golden Nemes, he is armored in violet leather and covered in a mantle of leopard skin, the strange color of lapis lazuli, from intense violet-blue to lighter shades of sky blue, turquoise, and greenish-blue. Tied to him on his right side, we see the same staff as in the Earth Belt Zone, still with the woman’s heart lodged on top. Devised through his mantle, in his waist, a sparkling magic chain, an amulet with ashes is embroidered in his chest, binding the leopard skin and the morning star sits above his head. At his feet, boiling, there seems to be the skinned leopard he wears. There is nothing but sapphire blue oscillating in all directions, up and down. 

The deity flexes his knees and extracts fat from the leopard, then opens the amulet at the chest, collecting a small amount of ash, and mixes it with the fat for soap. “The will of conscience is to solve all tied knots”, he explains with a voice coming from behind me, as if the past is evolving towards the future faster than I in the lines of time. “This is the balancing function in the air of Jupiter,” he continues, throwing me the soap. As it lands, it falls on a desert of Lapis Lazuli sand, in all the tones of his leopard skin. I look at the sky and it has similar shades, between clouds of helium and diamonds. 

But my attention is lost in the star above his head. “Why would a king in Jupiter wear Venus as crown?” I ask. “Emotional vigilance, not policing, sanctifies.” He answers. “This is the water as the water should be here.” – “And the chain?” – “The chain and the amulet of ash are closely tied. Should conscience be clear and the heart sanctified, one sees the present as one would feel solved and weightless memory,” he touches the ash amulet, “and this is the balanced earth.” Where he stands, there is no sand, just a clearing of sapphire light oscillation over which he and the leopard carcass levitate. “Memories connect in time like a chain of events, but cleansed, the present connects in space like a chain of beings, a league of shared clairvoyant will men and women call Divine Providence. Such is the balance of fire.” I breathe in silence for a while and say: “I notice you come bearing the staff of the Self?” The deity smiles with lips unmoving, and unmoving the lips talk still, the voice coming from behind me to stand on my front. 

“Would I not? It aligns all that I have said, but mind you, for it is fire no longer, nor is it self. Upon conjunction with the heart of the sacrifice, it is akasha, and nothing except agency of alignment: at once it resolves conscience, sanctifies feeling, removes the weight of consciousness, and delivers one from the clutch of the Lion-Serpent of the Desert to the hands of the Brotherhood of Light.” 

As I am thinking of further inquiry, his eyes fix on me, celestial gray-white but warm, and I am lifted up, not in a spiral but in a direct vertical line, from the inside out. 

The Zone of Saturn

Here, the deity is the same, but his adornments, including the mantle, are all made of cords the color of lapis lazuli, and he is spinning a dark violet wheel from which he obtains such cords. From time to time, he cuts them with scissors and weighs them at golden scales against a feather. The air is vibrant with black and violet diamonds and the ground is held by a greater concentration of them. He stops, head leaning down under his hood of cords, and speaks to me. “What is it that you see, child?” – “The cords were the magic chain. And they now are understood as measure and they are, therefore, fate. But which element is it?” – “The chains were fire, and the cords are fire. Where there is will, there is measure and fate. But not everywhere there is measure and fate there is will. The first is the cause of fiery balance, the second condition, the cause of fiery imbalance.” I nod. He waits. “I can see the scissors are air, and that they cause severance, but I cannot, devoid of greater contemplation, divine their cause.” The deity laughs slightly and lightly. “Discernment. This is the principle that balances air on this scale.” I nod, and try further: “The spinning wheel is water as much as emotion is energy in motion. Will sets the goal and measure, but emotional fluidity the tissue of fate, and the fluid principle is the balancing factor.” There is a second of silence, and the deity replies, “Correct”, then waits. 

“The scales are the purifying icon of the earth element; they are consciousness balancing spirit and flesh, subject and object, and justice is this balance.” The deity confirms with a barely perceptible movement. “The feather is what the staff was, the truth of the akasha, against which only pure will may be measured.” 

Satisfied, the deity looks up at once and abruptly hits his sandal on the floor; the diamonds open and whirl around each other, carrying us up as we turn into light. 

The Zone of Pluto

As we penetrate the light gray oscillation ever more densely, it starts to feel and smell like methane snow. As a cloud of light, we approach like moths what seems to be a lit candle, the flame dim, spherical, ghostly blue, and soot-free. As we float around it, I notice the wax does not melt, and, catching the smoke of a thurible, we regain form. I observe how the smoke, too, expands spherically from the extremely hot tip of the incense, forming a growing cloud that lingers where it is produced, like a stationary fog.

Within it, illumined by the candle, I distinguish a purple book, unlocked, and the deity, completely naked, the hair turned gray and the skin dry, holding a torch whose flame is rounded and dome-like, burning in slow motion in a steady blue glow, the smoke accumulating around the torch head. From the deity’s neck pends a key. 

“Transfer your consciousness to the candle,” says the deity. As I do, I become the pure experience of clairvoyance.  When I come back to myself, I observe attentively. “The book is clairaudience, the thurible is clairalience.” I pause, but soon regain. “The torch must be clairsentience or clairfeeling, for the flame touches all and quickly expands its touch, its light being even more instantaneous in its lick.” I stand in doubt regarding the key, although obviously only clairgustance is left. The deity smiles shily. “You ponder which relation the key has to the book; however, this key simultaneously locks and unlocks the book, the censor, the torch, and the candle. Clairvoyance has you watch the images of certain things; clairaudience tells you about them; clairfeeling teaches you their textures and structures; and clairalience their layers and compositions. Clairgustance, notwithstanding, speaks directly to what they are and moves towards the essence.” As the deity speaks I see the sideral space move within his mouth. “There is clairvoyance in fire, clairaudience in air, clairsentience in water, and clairalience in earth, however, nothing is to balance any of them but the key of clairgustance, for it locks their excesses by exposing essence directly. The key, then, is the akasha of the quintessence, the balancing factor for this stage. The quabbalistic letters are not the sounds of clairaudience, the colors of clairvoyance or even the sensations of clairfeeling, although these do express them. The akashic nature of the letters is known only through clairgustance, and the layering of its formulae is better unified by clairalience. This key of Pluto has not yet been taught in your sphere in the field of present history.” 

After a brief moment, I look up in response. “Do you stand ready?” The deity asks. 

The Zone of Uranus

As we move further towards the center of the universe of Uranus, the multicolored iridescent lilac oscillation becomes more and more like the vibration of diamonds, but although I was expecting a reference to land in, we remain without a clearing and apparently bodiless. 

“We are not bodiless, but nor should the elements enter here, for they are an imbalanced ingredient for this structure. Observe.” The deity asks. I begin to realize that we are both made of omnidirectional, concentric spheres. “This is the physique, it is balanced by sustained purity and harmony. Would this material body travel to your world, it would be perceived as the ringing of a bell and by no other means. Search now for what inhabits it.” I look at him and see that permeating the concentric spheres that move in all directions stand expanding columns or beams that move forward and backward. “This is the soul, and the note that balances it is warm resonance. Listen to it,” the deity asks. Using clairaudience, the sound is similar to that of a drum. “Go deeper,” the deity asks. 

I see controlling the beams disconnected bursts of pressure that fill the immediate area but lose their shape very quickly as they travel; however, more are constantly being generated, like an active sparkler. “The mind, balanced by its sharpness and discretion, you know it as white noise.” There is silence and I answer not. “Rhythm is the general key, and it is not locked within the quadripolarity of the elements but the tripolarity of electromagnetism. These three keys, in their corresponding planes, also reveal an enhancement for your Quabbalah, the letters are to move as depicted.” 

Then, suddenly and instantly, we are at Neptune.

The Zone of Neptune

All is diamond white. I stand robed and my robe is starry. I stand girdled with a golden girdle of love. My right index finger wears an electric-blue ring, and a pagan insignia is on my breast, depicting a twisted branch. I realize I am the deity, and facing me is André Consciência as a child, curious and impenetrable. To his side is his guide, now an ancient Egyptian child from earlier in his last life.  He is on his knees, embroidered in white, and, curved, offers me jewels bound to the queens and kings of the elementals. “My child, may the magnetic kings find home in my insignia and the magnetic queens a refuge in my girdle,” I return him.  

André, standing silently, approaches, leans and places a crown of gold decorated with lapis lazuli on my head. I sense within it all the prophets, demons and angels. “My child, may the electric kings find home in my ring and the electric queens a refuge in my robe.” I turn to them to read them, and ask: “Know you what these adornments are?” 

“The cowrie shell girdle of Hathor is love and it balances the waters of the whole universe,” tells my guide in a devoted and musical voice.  “The white band worn across your chest opens the old ways to the ancestral source of existence, and it balances the ground of the whole universe.” 

André speaks next, the voice cryptic and unchanging, almost a whisper, saying something to himself alone. “The robe is purity of mind and it balances the world. The ring is the unity of light, and it balances the world.” 

I, who breathe not except by their virtue, let them breathe in and out three times before I speak: “Know then that the crown is the base, as the base is the crown.” 

As the white light begins to fade, I find myself within my ceremonial chamber, the insignia is the seal of Aschmunadai I wore for authorization, the crown my magus band, the robe my magic robe and the ring the magic ring that connects me to the godhead. The gems of alliance with the four elemental emperors fill the four directions, and the girdle is my magic belt, uniting micro and macrocosm. I seem to stand alone, and proceed to close the ritual. 

Conclusion

Each sphere encodes a formula of balance. When I wrote Theurgy of Saturn I had a student tell me he couldn’t even explain what he could not understand about it, since he could not come to terms with any of it. And I can only imagine what the case sometimes is with Theurgy of Thoth. I will, for this reason, extract and systematize this into a progressive table, showcasing the internal logic (electric/magnetic, elemental balancing, and qualitative shift of the “woman”/principle relationship).

The 10 Stages of Magical Equilibrium

(Progression Through the Spheres)

1. Earth Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: The Self as the original, self-sustaining fire (the so-called Ishim)

Polarity: Magnetic mind (passive) offered to electric Self (active)

Elemental Balance Key:

Fire: Self-awareness

Air: Contemplation

Water: Transcendence

Earth: Detachment

Character Ennoblement: The mind (feminine) is sacrificed to the Self and becomes its vessel (it loses automatisms)

Operation: Alignment through the four virtues (Will, Know, Dare, Silence)

Sign of Success: Awakening of the Self that precedes all automatisms

2. Moon Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Dynamic stability

Polarity: Electric will enters magnetic soul, generating cycles

Elemental Balance Key:

Air: Evolution

Water: Grace 

Earth: Stability through release

Fire: Inspired will

Ennoblement of character: The mind, purified by the Self, gains Soul (the Goblet/Womb of Mary)

Operation: Synchronization

Sign of Success: Flow, Dao, in which stability is achieved through movement

3. Mercury Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Intellectual Transmutation

Polarity: Magnetized intellect structures reality; electrified desire animates it

Elemental Balance Key:

Air: Encoding (understanding experience via thought)

Water: Decoding (understanding thought via emotion)

Earth: Wisdom (understanding emotion by filtering experience)

Fire: Surrendered will (freed from impulse)

Ennoblement of Character: The soul is permeated by the Akasha

Operation: Encoding and decoding experience into knowledge

Sign of Success: Refinement, as thought becomes power

4. Venus Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Fusion of all faculties into a single one (the so-called binding yoga)

Polarity: Electric will dissolves into the magnetic totality of unity

Elemental Balance Key:

Air: Dissolution of inner chatter

Water: Trance and emotional depth

Earth: Vitalized sensation

Fire: Ecstatic unification

Character Ennoblement: The anima or soul expands into the total field; all becomes expressive of one principle

Operation: Ecstatic Transmutation

Sign of Success: Integration, as all faculties can now merge into one

5. Sun Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Centralized, self-radiant consciousness

Polarity: Electric center radiates; magnetic field reflects and organizes

Elemental Balance Key:

Fire: Will directed toward itself

Air: Cosmic articulation (letters, principles)

Water: Intuition replaces objectified emotion

Earth: Prophetic consciousness

Ennoblement of Character: Ego-consciousness becomes a radiant functional center

Operation: Systemic activation

Sign of Success: Centralization, as unity radiates through all levels, remembrance of past and future lives

6. Mars Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Balance through controlled opposition of forces

Polarity: Electric expansion and magnetic restraint are consciously regulated

Elemental Balance Key:

Air & Water: Excitation balanced by detachment

Fire & Earth: Illumination balanced by humility

Electric & Magnetic: Release balanced by containment

Character Ennoblement: The self becomes energy instead of identity

Operation: Complete mastery of magical equilibrium

Sign of Success: Tension stabilizes power instead of destabilizing it

7. Jupiter Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Harmonization through conscience and higher intelligence

Polarity: Magnetized, memory is purified; electrified, will aligns with universal order

Elemental Balance Key:

Air: Resolution (untangling complexity)

Water: Sanctified emotion

Earth: Weightless, purified memory

Fire: Alignment with Divine Providence

Character Ennoblement: The self becomes a conscious node within a greater intelligent order

Operation: Ethical alignment and purification of memory and intention

Sign of Success: Expansion, as equilibrium extends across beings and time

8. Saturn Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Measure and discernment

Polarity: Electrified will establishes measure; magnetized structure becomes fate

Elemental Balance Key:

Fire: Will as knowing and causing

Air: Discernment

Water: Emotional continuity (flow of destiny)

Earth: Justice (objective balance)

Character ennoblement: The personality becomes aligned with the law of necessity

Operation: Judgment

Sign of Success: Crystallization, as balance is fixed through law

9. Pluto Zone

Principle of Equilibrium: Direct perception of essence beyond elemental mediation

Polarity: All elemental perceptions dissolve into Akashic essence

Elemental Balance Key:

Fire: Clairvoyance

Air: Clairaudience

Water: Clairsentience

Earth: Clairalience

Akasha: Clairgustance (direct essence, balancing key)

Character Ennoblement: Perception becomes immediate contact with essence

Operation: Unifying clair-senses

Sign of Success: All-Penetration, as essence replaces appearance

10. Uranus–Neptune 

Principle of Equilibrium: Total unity beyond elemental and polar structures

Polarity: Polarity dissolves polarity

Elemental Balance Key:

Uranus: Balance through rhythm, resonance, and the highest triune (see Neptune)

Neptune: Balance through love, purity, and total identity

Character Ennoblement: The self becomes identical with the universal principle

Operation: Pure being, resonance, and universal identity

Sign of Success: Completion, equilibrium is no longer practiced but becomes what we are

We should be able to recognize this magic equilibrium progression includes a stage where we begin to control the elements, a stage where, once under our control, we align these elements with cosmic law so as to, in the next stage, be able to perceive the essence of the cosmos and, further, in a final stage, become it or at one with it.   

It is meant to see the structure itself is encapsulated, one way or another, within Franz Bardon’s Initiation Into Hermetics. It is my wish, then, that I have made this post useful for the sphere magician, who will know how to use the spheres themselves and the seals provided, and that the auto-suggestion prayer I will offer helps those threading IIH to complete it, or those who have completed it to keep the magic equilibrium it provides. Remove, thus, time and space from the subconscious and listen very closely, as much as you like: 

Auto-Suggestion Prayer for Magical Equilibrium on all 10 Levels (click)

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