Scrying... Med. A voice, "Confusion vexes you, and fear stops you. Confusion on which tablet to use. Fear regarding misuse and failure."

Scrying the Enochian letter Med (o), I see:
Darkness
....
within the darkness and even darker object. A triangle. An obsydian triangle.

The triangle rotates, it's pointing upwards.

No, it's a Pyramid.

Sounds of insects "buzz" in this vision.

Flashes of Light
Rings of Light

A voice:
"You must Leave.... You trust too much on old. Embrace the new. I leave you to contemplate."

[Two years later, as I'm copying my written journal to blogspot, i'm wondering if this reference was in the Thelemic concept of the old aeon vs. the new.]

The vision ends.