In the words of the author:

From time to time the gods speak in numbers. Their numbers are not bound by reason. They are figures that spontaneously arise in the Night, portents cast upon the earth to shape consciousness. They do not measure finite quantities or calculate relationships of cause and effect; instead they evoke primordial qualities, essences that reveal the nature of awareness and the destiny of man. The numbers of the gods are not those of human logic. They abide in their phenomenal expression as punctual images of infinity. They do not affect one another; they are metamorphoses of a continuum of awareness seamlessly brought to a point moment after moment as a rhythmic figurative display.

This book traces the emergence of some key figures at the onset of the first Christian millennium, when they surfaced in the works of the Roman poet and magician Virgil, Adept of the Pythagorean tradition. The emergence of these numbers recurred in 1904 when they appeared in Liber Al vel Legis, a book in three chapters transmitted by Aiwass, a non-human intelligence, to the English occultist Aleister Crowley in 1904 following a magical ritual undertaken in the Great Pyramid of Cairo. Through the voices of three deities, Nuit, Hadit and Ra-Hoor-Khuit, the Greco-Egyptian Book of the Law proclaims the inauguration of a new Aeon, as Virgil’s writings set the spiritual foundation for a whole civilization. Among the remains of this civilization are sacred names, numbers and figures, bones of the Will that shaped its history, relics to be buried at the foot of the new era to nourish its future growth.

Numbers are inseparably linked to figures, as a mind to a body. Logos and cosmos are naturally present in the infinite mindscape; figures delineate dimensions of space, opening and closing doors between worlds, weaving and dissolving Aeons, guarding thresholds, darkening and illuminating sensory perceptions. Their language returns the mind and senses to their innermost core, the pregnant void from which arise the phantoms of creation. Whether man wishes it or not, numbers are there, haunting middle earth, annoyingly binding time and space, restraining freewill. The temptation to negate them never loses its appeal, yet through millennia they stand, paradoxically defying logic, contradicting total dissolution, surfacing again as soon as emptiness is reached. All phenomena, above and below, are under their spell; there is nowhere to hide from the Figures of Night.