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albionspeak: a draught of language 

2020 Overview



Dear Reader,

            Lesson 1, which follows this brief note, marks my introduction to albionspeak, these “textbooks of eternity,” though it, too, is already a dated artifact—my primal scream reaction to the 2016 Trump election, an event I liken to the sack of Rome: Every day brings us closer to our last. Here I offer my overview, not an introduction, but prerequisite to what makes these books and lessons unique reading.
            For you, dear Reader, let me first highlight a point of structure specific to albionspeak, the plural temporal POVs you’ll need to frame the lessons that follow. All the writings in these texts come from three distinct time periods and should be sourced & sorted as such:

                        1)  The start of my personal training, which began with my teachers  

                             officially on December 7, 1995, (at age 36) although there are writings

                             and sessions arising both before & after this date;

                        2)  The home stretch of this epic apprenticeship, from November 9, 2016,

                              when I began writing these very lessons, to August 11, 2018; and


                        3)  Everything after August 11, 2018, after I became a flyer (age 59).

            That is, albionspeak is both an occult curriculum and an accidental memoir. As I practice what I preach, I use my own life as my prime illustration of a spiritual path. I really did live this. So in this “curriculum” I play a game, one that’s intrinsically paradoxical, but somehow practically just possible: I try to present an eternal soul in time, mine, providing only the barest “facts” of my trivial physical existence & curriculum vitae, a handful of driven stakes at key inflection points only—for it’s not possible, of course, to present a soul with no facts at all. The public record of my life is boring anyway—I’m a retired teacher.
            But by strictest ancient rule, indeed from the same source as Genesis itself, we must make no idols. Thus, any model or ideal or image or pathway that we lay out as exemplar needs to be counterbalanced by at least one other—juxtaposed on a pike to define our ideal model as separate from its given examples. I offer the stories of others, then, both from history and from my teachers’ own lives, but in particular I offer the path and discipline of my friend & soul-twin in time, Scribe, who trained under the same rigorous syllabus, knocking off all 81 of his consecutive mystical-artistic challenges with heroic clockwork execution (only five years).
            And I do not exaggerate the drama; I simply displace its existential locus. To be or not to be is no joke. These teachings hold up in clear terms the sole function of life on Earth, and you, dear Reader, alone must decide. For albionspeak is not about me or Scribe, nor is it a story at all if you can’t wake up within it. Do you love your life forever, dear Reader? Or would you prefer another, different life? Your call. Souls choose eternity in life. Otherwise we fall.
            I leave solving past & future human history for Volume Two, unwritten as yet. As in any plane crash, first we have to save ourselves before giving oxygen to our children.

            A final disclaimer (presumptuously destitute): I freely acknowledge albionspeak’s lessons, essays, and personal letters might just be wrong, pure ego-delusion. They could prove to be profoundly misguided, diabolical, insane, or worse, mediocre. My own logic I fear might be shaky. Though I’ve worked in good faith on this material for decades, my best sales pitch & pedagogy just can’t do justice to the original Jewel Net sessions, ur-source of this compendium—manna from a much smarter Heaven. On the other hand, I fear the transcripts alone, without my commentary & superimposed curriculum, are unintelligible and could never be published. To call them “beautiful,” as I’ve heard from several family members, is to miss their dire process and historic necessity (though beauty has a way of returning to us when it’s most needed). Intended to be helpful & explanatory only, my classroom metaphors serve as but window dressing to these received world treasures, the verbatim lessons of my flying master teachers. The window waits wide open….





§ Hail aliah
August 2, 2020