Page 79 of The Messengers of Magic
The Hidden Journal of John Dee
T o My Descendants,
I pen this letter as my days are coming to an end, both a confession of my folly and a guide for those who come after me.
In my arrogance, I sought to create a bridge to the divine, one that would allow me to commune with celestial forces beyond without the aid of seers like Edward Kelley.
I had wished to unlock the heavens by my own hand, to find a path unbound by reliance on others.
This ambition led to the creation of the Astral Synchronum.
What I intended as a tool of enlightenment became instead a harbinger of destruction.
My understanding of the divine order was inadequate, and in my haste, I tore open a rift in time itself.
This wound threatens all, for it is a flaw in the fabric of our existence, one that cannot mend on its own.
Even though Edward and I have been able to stop it temporarily, the fix will not hold forever.
If the device is not destroyed before it fails, then our reality will collapse, falling into whatever lies beyond.
In my efforts to mend the damage I caused, I sought out the Nephilim, the descendants of the ancient giants born of divine and mortal union, as told in Genesis.
Though the Great Flood wiped out most, some survived in secret, their bloodline hidden among us.
These modern descendants are marked by a Star of Venus birthmark.
They hold the power to help seal the rift and destroy the Synchronum.
I have spent years seeking them. With the favor of the royal court, I scoured the better part of Europe, speaking with priests and scholars, scryers and witches.
I pored over ancient texts, from Genesis to the Book of Enoch , hoping to understand the Nephilim.
I pursued every lead. I examined records from the witch trials, seeking accounts of birthmarks upon those accused.
I consulted healers, searching for traces of miraculous bloodlines.
One tale from Italy told of a woman who bore the mark and healed others with her touch, but by the time I found her village, she had long since passed, leaving no heirs.
Yet in all my travels and searches, I have come up short.
To you, my descendants, I entrust the care of our estate near Gare Loch as the Synchronum is hidden there within its walls.
The house itself is spelled to ensure that the Synchronum remains within its boundaries, and it must never fall into the hands of others.
Keep the property safe, and never sell or abandon it.
This house must remain in our family, for the wards and protections are tied to our bloodline and must stay that way until the Synchronum is destroyed.
I must bid you caution: It will chime during celestial alignments, but only those born within major astrological alignments will hear its call. Should you hear the sound, resist the urge to touch it, for doing so will ensnare you in the flow of time, trapping you within an endless loop.
Edward and I have spoken many times with the divine and have been given detailed instructions on how to go about the destruction of the Astral Synchronum. If a Nephilim is found, you must follow these instructions diligently.
On the winter solstice, under the light of a full moon, place four candles to mark the cardinal directions, North, South, East, and West, and light them in a clockwise motion.
Between these points, place copper bowls as follows: Between North and East, place a bowl of lavender to represent the wind, aiding clarity in your spellwork.
Between East and South, place a bowl of cinnamon to represent fire, aiding in action and power.
Between South and West, place a bowl of chamomile to represent water, offering protection and healing.
Between West and North, place a bowl of cedar bark to represent earth, grounding the ritual and stabilizing the energies.
Hand the Synchronum to the Nephilim and bid them stand within this circle.
They must speak these words thrice: “With the blood of the angels that courses within my veins, banish this device until nothing remains.” The Nephilim must then spill a drop of their blood upon the Synchronum.
Only their divine heritage can reverse its power and seal the rift, distorting it.
I leave this document to you in the hope that you may one day succeed where I have failed.
Should you find the Nephilim and complete the ritual, know that you will have ended the curse.
But be wary of the Synchronum, for it is a powerful and dangerous object.
It will test your resolve and tempt you to use it for your own purposes, but you must resist.
May you carry the burden with honor, and may you succeed in sealing the rift and restoring balance to the world. If you are ever in doubt, know that you are not alone; those who have come before you have walked this path, and now you must continue it.
My wish is that you succeed where I have failed. The fate of time itself may rest in your hands.
Yours in hope and humility,
John Dee