Dim: Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, if isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes? Surprised are you?
Alex: Impossible. I don't believe it.
George: Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up our sleeves. No magic, little Alex. A job for two of us who are now of job age.
A Clockwork Orange, Stanley Kubrick
''A job for two of us who are now of job age'' and the uniforms speak to the partial mobilization of Russia with a specific age range and some exceptions. And the drowning? ''Russian forces are probably trying to attack dams in Ukraine in order to flood Ukrainian military crossing points amid Russian concerns about battlefield setbacks, UK intelligence says.'' sayeth the Guardian feed of what is effectively just the script at this point. This is as about as on-the-nose as Singing in Ukraine was. They will prob. play this out in a few variations for maximum psychic/psychological ''coverage'' and there is obviously room/time for China to get more in the mix.
Back in late 2001, Uriel (Auriel/Oriel) told me that if I wanted to unravel their mystery I should meditate on the Sefiroth and rotate them in vision at the rotational ratios of the planets they were associated with i.e. since Venus spins the other way and far slower than the Earth, rotate Netzach anti-clockwise and slowly. After cracking the ''mechanism'' of this ''clockwork Qabalah'' (I'll leave the rest for you to figure out yourselves if you wish - there are some gifs that will help you) the revelations inside were profound and the impact was lasting. I was presented with my only ever direct experience of the ''anti-Tree'' along with my ''anti-self'' (yes it is made of ''black goo'') and the earnest message that came with that vision was ''this is why I stand my post''.
But with the Hellgates open, Uriel, why hast thou forsaken us?
Here is the science part: as an initiate I understood that when I opened Malkuth (Matter) I could only really open Malkuth of Malkuth. When I opened Malkuth of Yesod (Dreams), I could then work my way to Yesod of Yesod. When I had opened Yesod of Yesod this also meant that I had opened Yesod of Malkuth. Rince and repeat with Hod (Code), start at Malkuth of Hod, work your way to Hod of Hod and this also means Hod of Malkuth is ''unlocked''.
As you can see it gets really technical really fast but, like knowing the ins and outs of endocrinology, while its easy to get lost the more complicated the system is the more specificity you have when it comes to solving, well let's just say, ''medical problems''. Although I struggled to find a diagram of the fractal Tree, you can see something similar at work in the construct known as Jacob's Ladder. In the Ladder we have the Four Qabalistic Worlds (Atziluth, Briah, Yetzirah and Assiah) superimposed over each other with Tifereth of Assiah also serving as Malkuth of Yetzirah, etc.
Back at the turn of the millenium the Four Worlds had a lot more focus but with the rise of ''results-oriented (desire gratification) sorcery'' and the decline of a more metaphysical approach the powerful ideas belonging to Yetzirah and beyond were forgotten. Not without its highlights this primitivism is really a function of the break in the transmission of our traditions. But don't confuse the decline of ''public magic'' for a decline in those using the industrial big budget approach. They are well aware of all these ''technicalities'' and in those closed circles the traditions were preserved and passed on.
For the body-snatched they may end up in ''a plane of hell'' wherever they got off the willpower and vision train; those doppled into Franks or Alexes are stuck in an endless horrorshow.
Alex: I just don't get this all. It was them that went for me, brothers. You're not on their side you can't be. You can't be Dim. It was someone we fillied with back in the old days. Trying to get his own malenky bit of revenge after all this time. You remember Dim?
Dim: Long time is right, don't remember them days too horrorshow. Don't call me Dim no more either. Officer call me.
George: Enough is remembered though, little Alex.
A Clockwork Orange, Stanley Kubrick