Page 75 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

T oday has proven to be monumental, one that may alter the course of our future.

For weeks, Edward and I had discussed attempting a scrying session, but he had been too weak and it kept us from moving forward.

Now, finally, after much struggle, Edward felt strong enough to try.

There was an urgency in his eyes as he suggested it, and I knew that this was no mere suggestion but a final effort to pierce the veil.

We settled into the quiet of my study, and Edward removed a large clear crystal from his bag.

The gravity of the moment weighed on us both, the room thick with anticipation as we prepared for what we hoped would be our breakthrough.

Edward set the crystal atop a small copper bowl and placed his hand on its top.

At first, nothing happened. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and I began to lose hope.

I feared we might never connect with any divine being again, and if we do not, it might mean that we never get the answers we seek in order to finally destroy the Synchronum.

Just as Edward removed his hand, about to give up, something extraordinary occurred. Within the depths of the crystal, a light began to form, growing stronger until it illuminated the room. A voice emerged with it, not from Edward this time, but from the crystal itself, resonating from its center.

The voice carried with it the power of a god, each word reverberating through the air, sending a shiver down my spine and raising the hair on my neck.

It asked us what we sought, and I, with a pounding heart, requested information about where we might find a Nephilim, the only beings who could help us seal the rift in time for good.

The voice responded, acknowledging the problem I had caused, the rift I had created.

It assured us that, for now, it had been mended, but the solution would not last forever.

It knew why we needed to find one of the Nephilim to destroy the Astral Synchronum and put an end to this danger.

The voice spoke of the Nephilim and how only a few had survived the Great Flood and retreated to the highest mountains, hidden away from mankind.

Only two had survived beyond that time, and their descendants now walked the Earth, but they were no longer giants, no longer distinguishable from ordinary humans.

Most of them unknowing of what they truly were and the power they held within their blood, the power of time itself.

The only way to identify them, the voice explained, was through a birthmark, an ethereal, celestial branding in the shape of the Star of Venus, the Morning Star. It was a mark that identified them as Nephilim, a trace of their ancient, divine lineage.

I asked if the voice could direct me to one of these Nephilim, but I was met with a grave response.

The voice could not help us find one directly, saying it was punishment for meddling with the divine.

The search would be a quest that might take years, if not lifetimes.

It hinted that the search was a burden not meant for me, but for those who would come after.

This quest, it said, would likely fall to my descendants in the future.

A chill ran through me at the thought of this.

I thought of my son, Arthur, and how I could not bear to leave him with such a responsibility.

I could not allow this burden to fall on him, nor on his children.

I must find a way to end this, to resolve this matter so that my family will not suffer the consequences of our actions.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the communication ended.

The crystal returned to its dull, translucent state, and the light faded.

Edward sat in stunned silence, clearly astonished.

He had never experienced such a clear communication before, and yet there was something unsettling about it.

He confessed that, unlike the first encounter with the divine, this being felt less forthcoming, as though it had withheld certain information.

He could sense a lingering unease in the air around us.

This revelation has left me with a heavy heart. The search for a Nephilim will be long, and it will not be an easy task. But I cannot let this quest be one that burdens my family for generations to come. I must find a way to end it now, once and for all.