Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 119
“He called them ‘correspondences,’” answered Richard.
“Another fine translation of the Enochian aziazior,” noted
Terry.
“He wrote about them as realities, but not about a hall as
such,” Richard said.
“You have to go to the apocryphal Swedenborgian writings
for that,” corrected Astrid, “but it’s there.”
Richard shrugged, obviously surprised. “Who knew there
was a Swedenborgian apocrypha?”
“How could there not be?” asked Astrid.
“Good point,” said Dylan. “If you can imagine it, it must
exist somewhere.”
“God, that’s a whole conversation I don’t want to have
right now,” Richard shook his head. “What’s the magician
doing now?”
“‘The Magician’ has a name,” said Kat defensively.
“I’m sorry. What’s Randy doing?”
“He looks like he’s just trying to get his bearings. I can just
imagine the vertigo he’s feeling. I feel it and I’m holding onto
a table. He’s standing in free space in an alien body with all
these ghostly forms whizzing by him. I’m amazed he’s still
standing up.”
“Stay with him,” Richard said.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Dicky,” said Astrid testily. “I’m
not one of your minions.”
Richard sighed.
“Minions?” Dylan shot Susan an amused look. “Is we
minions?”
“I’s a womenion,” retorted Susan, kissing him on the nose.
“Now he’s looking around, like he’s searching for something
specific. There’s a whole host of foodstuffs in an orbit
around Eva Kadmon—”
“The archetypal human,” explained Richard. “The
Kabbalists posited Adam Kadmon, but they were wrong.
Man isn’t the default form of the human, woman is.”