Page 15 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

A fter a full day spent meticulously reviewing our calculations and confirming that each detail was precisely in place, Giordano and I set off on our journey to Dunblane.

The trek took us just over a fortnight. We were fortunate, as the weather was surprisingly favorable, with unseasonably warm temperatures and only a few days of heavy rain.

Arriving in Dunblane late in the evening, we decided it best to camp outside the village.

We reasoned that making our appearance in the light of day would be more advantageous in gaining the Bishop’s favor.

Our intent is to operate the Astral Synchronum in the crypt beneath the eastern end of the cathedral, as instructed by Edward during his scrying sessions.

Gaining access to this sacred space will prove challenging, but I have devised a plan.

I shall present myself as one of Queen Elizabeth’s loyal advisors, dispatched to survey the tombs of the nobility buried there.

My reputation as a trusted counselor ought to lend credibility to my request. After all, few would dare question the word of the queen.

However, I must tread carefully, for if Her Majesty were to learn of my true purpose, I fear I would face her wrath.

Now, as I write by the flickering light of my candle, anticipation courses through me, mingled with an undercurrent of dread.

We are mere hours away from discovering whether our years of toil and sacrifice will yield the results we seek.

I pray we have completed our calculations correctly, for if we have not, Edward was warned by the divine that it could tear at the very fabric of our reality.

We seek an audience with the angels, knowing they possess the knowledge of the divine principles that bind Heaven and Earth together, the very secrets by which the universe is ordered.

And if we are correct and the Synchronum opens the door to the divine, within hours, this knowledge will become ours.

May the angels guide and protect us, and safeguard the world around us, should we falter.

For in this pursuit of knowledge, we tread a dangerous line; even the smallest miscalculation could unleash dire consequences.

We are but men, flawed and fallible; yet I hold hope that our work, forged in purpose and devotion, shall withstand the trials that lie ahead.