Passed on to King David and hidden away by Elijah the prophet, waiting for centuries until its time came. “This,” she brandished her staff before her, “is the staff that Aaron used to turn the River Nile to blood, the staff that Moses held when he split the Reed Sea. “The seventh is not a who but a what,” answered Virgo. “But aren’t there supposed to be seven? Who’s missing?” “It was nothing at all,” said Ostar, thumping him hard on the back. “Good to see you both too, and thanks, by the way, I think you probably saved my life.” When Ostar released him, Asher smiled at the two of them and waited for his breath to return to his body. “I concur,” said Mercury, remaining at a distance with one hand never far from the hilt of her sword. “Goddamn it’s good to see you in one piece,” Ostar said. Ostar, in his enormous golden armour, immediately gave Asher a huge bear hug, crushing him against the metal plate. The two warriors Asher had seen fight Ashmedai appeared beside him. Then finally, we come to Ostar and Mercury, the powers of Netzach and Hod, victory and splendour.” “Next would be me, representing the power of Tiferet, the balance of power between strength and compassion. Virgo continued, ignoring the interruption. “And I think he shows great promise.” He smiled again, showing perfect white teeth. “Patience, Li, time will tell” said Rahko. “This is a waste of time,” she announced. With a burst of flame, a woman suddenly appeared, all in red, sleeves taut and sharply defined against the clear crystal. “Then there is Li, the power of Gevurah, divine strength.” “Rahko manifests the highest power in the seven, and it is he who brings down the wisdom and power from the three upper sefirot.”Īsher nodded his head and returned the smile. Rahko smiled broadly and shook Asher’s hand. His eyes burned with blue sparks, his face seemed both old and ageless the grey robes he wore rolled and streamed around him, never settling, totally unconstrained. With those words, Rahko appeared, forming out of the water like an icicle, until he stood before Asher fully formed. Virgo paused, holding out her wooden staff and declaring in a loud voice: “First is Rahko, the embodiment of Chessed, divine compassion.” “Now Asher,” Virgo said, suddenly serious again, “it is time for you to meet the Seven.” “Wow again? And I was worried you’d be lost for words.” Virgo laughed for the first time since they met, a beautiful sound, that mirrored the fountain in its trickle. There were chairs and couches, all made from crystal, though they seemed soft as feathers. In the centre of the chamber stood a marble fountain, spraying water in an unceasing cascade - from there it trickled into channels and pools, spreading and dividing across the floor. This was true seeing, sight as it had been intended. A bright light seemed to shine everywhere but come from nowhere, and Asher was surprised that it didn’t pain his eyes at all. They crossed a threshold and emerged into a vast crystalline chamber, whose roof was hidden behind clouds and mist. “The higher three sefirot are beyond human comprehension only the lower seven can be knowingly approximated and manifested. If there are ten sefirot, why are we only Seven?” The light that shines is the light of Chochmah, wisdom itself, shedding its impenetrable sparks on reality.” “This represents the third of the ten sefirot, the realm of Binah, pure understanding. Escher in one of his more psychedelic moods, all shining light and twisting stairways. The castle seemed to have been designed by M. “Uh huh,” Asher nodded, barely listening as he tried to absorb the wonders around him. Once you are one of us, you too will be able to bring yourself here, as I did.” “The Palace of Understanding isn’t really a place, not in any normal sense of the word, but it is a space, a safe space for the Seven to meet, recoup and plan our next steps. Virgo gestured down the crystal hall and up the spiralling staircases that snaked around the walls. “Well if you’ve wowed yourself out, perhaps you’d like me to show you around.” “Wow?” Virgo said, raising an eyebrow and twitching a faint smile. “Wow,” was all Asher could say, reduced to near-meaninglessness in the face of what he could not comprehend.
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