Behold sayeth your God, I am a Circle on Whose hands stand 12 Kingdoms. Six are the seats of living breath, the rest are as sharp sickles: or the horns of death wherein the Creatures of the earth are to are not Except myne own hand which slepe and shall ryse. In the first I made you stuards and placed you in seats 12 of government, giving unto every one of you powre successively over 456, the true ages of tyme, to the intent that, from your highest vessels and the Corners of your governments, you might work my powre: powring downe the fires of life and encrease, continually on the earth Thus you are become the skirts of Justice and Truth. In the name of the same, your God Lift up, I say, yourselves. Behold his mercies florish and Name is become mighty amongst us In whom we say Move, Descend and apply yourselves unto us as unto partakers of the secret wisdom of your Creation.