Dark Tower Crimson King statements

Animah01/18/2019
What now?
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Now we move on to Los' and his own set of problems
Animah01/18/2019
NOT THE LOS ONE
anyway
ye
covering Los' covers Dis too
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Somewhat, yeah.
Animah01/18/2019
Is there anything else that speaks for Ram Abbalah's existence that I should add first?
(the spirit of Dis locked out of creation aka the Higher Random)
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
I honestly have no clue. You know more about that particular aspect of the character than I do.
Animah01/18/2019
or maybe that's just Dis and Ram's just the DIscordia thing
well here's the thing
Dis is called the physical being of CK
But he's later said to be "Gan's crazy side"
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Although, the Higher Random isn't talking about CK specificall--
(nevermind, continue)
Animah01/18/2019
Also, the Black Thirteen stuff what with it resisting the power of the White to some degree is pretty significant
It hints at some 1-A thing that isn't well described
Also, the statement about CK being promised a kingdom when the Tower falls from someone greater, but that it's possibly him as well
It's just curious
Then you have Los' utilizing the Deadlights
And CK in general is called "Lord of the Spiders"
so Ram Abbalah would scale at least to Pennywise's true form imo
although likely higher since he can actually resist Gan's influence and take on writers whereas Pennywise couldn't even comprehend Gan's existence
Matthew Schroeder01/18/2019
so much posts i can't keep up
Animah01/18/2019
I'M SORRY
AAAAAAA
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Anyway
Start with the quotes from Insomnia. Specifically the bits where he displays powers similar to the main protagonist.
That much is relatively important, and works as a decent starting point anyway.
Matthew Schroeder01/18/2019
If Gan bcoms Tier 0
we will have 11 - 12 Tier 0s
Considering TES will have two profiles which qualify that evn though they are kinda the same being
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Yippee, more profiles we can't actually use for anything.
Animah01/18/2019
INDEXING
though
like I actually care more about indexing than actual debating
no one should be arguing stuff v Amaranth
for instance
Anyway
Animah01/18/2019
There are higher levels of the Tower which embody the Random and the Purpose (Red and White) and are immeasurably beyond 6-dimensional space (I'll get to that in a bit.)
Be content with this: beyond the Short-Time levels of existence and the Long-Time levels on which Lachesis, Atropos, and I exist, there are yet other levels. These are inhabited by creatures we could call All-Timers, beings which are either eternal or so close to it as to make no difference. Short-Timers and Long-Timers live in overlapping spheres of existence – on connected floors of the same building, if you like – ruled by the Random and the Purpose. Above these floors, inaccessible to us but very much a part of the same tower of existence, live other beings. Some of them are marvellous and wonderful; others are hideous beyond our ability to comprehend, let alone yours. These beings might be called the Higher Purpose and the Higher Random . . . or perhaps there is no Random beyond a certain level; we suspect that may be the case, but we have no real way of telling. We do know that it is something from one of these higher levels that has interested itself in Ed, and that something else from up there made a countermove. That countermove is you, Ralph and Lois.
Ralph directly describes the Long-Time levels as a higher dimension:
Ralph, another voice warned, you are not really seeing these things, okay? I mean, I hate to be a bore, but—
But wasn’t it at least possible that the phenomenon was real? That his persistent insomnia, coupled with were some striking exceptions. Ralph saw a rust-red line rising from a middle-aged man who was striding along in the middle of a dark-blue aura, and a woman with a light-gray aura whose ascending line was an amazing (and slightly alarming) shade of magenta. In some cases – two or three, not a lot – the rising lines were almost black. Ralph didn’t like those, and he noticed that the people to whom these ‘balloon-strings’ (they were named just that simply and quickly in his mind) belonged invariably looked unwell.
Of course they do. The balloon-strings are an indicator of health . . . and ill-health, in some cases. Like the Kirlian auras people were so fascinated with back in the late sixties and early seventies.
Ralph, another voice warned, you are not really seeing these things, okay? I mean, I hate to be a bore, but—
But wasn’t it at least possible that the phenomenon was real? That his persistent insomnia, coupled with the stabilizing influence of his lucid, coherent dreams, had afforded him a glimpse of a fabulous dimension just beyond the reach of ordinary perception?
Los' can utilize the Deadlights to climb to these inaccessible reaches of the Tower, possibly giving him High Hyperversal range (but not AP; we'll get to that in a bit too):
A sudden rush of force blew past him in a fan of wind and fading green light. He caught a strange, skewed glimpse of the Crimson King, no longer handsome and no longer young but ancient and twisted and less human than the strangest creature to ever flop or hop its way along the Short-Time level of existence. Then something above them opened, revealing darkness shot through with conflicting swirls and rays of color. The wind seemed to blow the Crimson King up toward it, like a leaf in a chimney-flue. The colors began to brighten, and Ralph turned his face away, raising one hand to shield his eyes. He understood that a conduit had opened between the level where he was and the unimaginable levels stacked above it; he also understood that if he looked for long into that brightening glow, those
(deadlights)
swirling colors, then death would be not the worst thing that could happen to him but the best. He did not just squeeze his eyes shut; he squeezed his mind shut
Animah01/18/2019
@Captain Buzzkill Would you want to describe the 6-D stuff and clarify the Deadlights situation? If not, I can do it
Also, the thingy with Ralph fighting Los'
I'll get the quotes for Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos scaling to Low 1-C
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
I can describe the 6-D stuff.
First, let's get an explanation out of the way:
The scene where Los' channeling the Deadlights doesn't involve any raw power on his end. He's simply using them to open a "conduit" between all the levels so that he may travel through them freely. It also happens in a moment of severe weakness on Los' part (he gets blasted right in the mouth by a "booby trap" of energy made by the Bald Doctors, and it hurts the hell out of him), so it's possible, albeit speculatively, that this is something he only does when he's close to dead or just badly harmed in general.
Animah01/18/2019
It makes sense he could access that power, though, given that he's the manifestation of Dis, who's the physical form of the non-corporeal "Lord of the Spiders", Ram Abbalah.
Even if it's not his
I still think it gives him potentially High 1-B range, though.
Not AP at all, but definitely range
Anyway, please go on
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
As for the higher-dimensions, there are two Short-Time levels (assumed to be the third and fourth dimensions, respectively) as well as multiple Long-Time levels:
[‘Why doesn’t Faye see us? Why didn’t Bill and his friend see us, for that matter? And how could that man walk right through me? Or did I just imagine that?’]
Clotho smiled.
[You didn’t imagine it. Try to think of life as a kind of building, Ralph – what you would call a skyscraper.]
Except that wasn’t quite what Clotho was thinking of, Ralph discovered. For one flickering moment he seemed to catch an image from the mind of the other, one he found both exciting and disturbing: an enormous tower constructed of dark and sooty stone, standing in a field of red roses. Slit windows twisted up its sides in a brooding spiral.
Then it was gone.
[You and Lois and all the other Short-Time creatures live on the first two floors of this structure. Of course there are elevators—]
No, Ralph thought. Not in the tower I saw in your mind, my little friend. In that building – if such a building actually exists – there are no elevators, only a narrow staircase festooned with cobwebs and doorways leading to God knows what.
Lachesis was looking at him with a strange, almost suspicious curiosity, and Ralph decided he didn’t much care for that look. He turned back to Clotho and motioned for him to go on.
Clotho: [As I was saying, there are elevators, but Short-Timers are not allowed to use them under ordinary circumstances. You are not
[ready]        [prepared]                [- - - - - - - - -.]
The last explanation was clearly the best, but it danced away from Ralph just before he could grasp it. He looked at Lois, who shook her head, and then back at Clotho and Lachesis again. -Insomnia
After being brought up to one of the Long-Time levels the Doctors are able to traverse through, Ralph "steps down" from said level and ends up on a level in-between the Short-Time planes and the Long-Time one where the Doctors are standing:
He felt that change – that blink – happen in his body even before he was fully aware he had willed it. He could feel the wind again, coming out of the dark like the blade of a cold knife, and shivered. The touch of Clotho’s hand was now no more than a phantom vibration just below the surface of his skin. He could see all three of them, but now they were milky and faint. Now they were ghosts.
I’ve stepped down. Not all the way back down to where we started, but at least down to a level where they can have almost no physical contact with me. My aura, my balloon-string . . . yes, I’m sure they could get at those things, but the physical part of me that lives my real life in the Short-Time world? No way, José. -Insomnia
Note the fact that, upon stepping down from the level the others are on, Ralph loses his ability to see them properly, with his perception of them becoming distorted and unclear. He also states that they can't affect his physical self while he's on this lower plane, and the reverse also appears to be true, with his contact with them becoming nothing more than "a phantom vibration just below the surface of his skin"
So, we have two levels for Short-Time existence (again, assumed to be the third and fourth dimension), as well as at least two more Long-Time levels to which Ralph, Lois and the Doctors can travel to.
There are likely to be more levels, but I've yet to actually come across evidence of any of the above-mentioned characters being able to travel to them. Ralph, as I recall it, maxes out at the second Long-Time level, and the Doctors' upper limits are never actually shown.
You're probably wondering how this relates to Los', right? Well, simply put, on top of having shown the ability to access higher levels of existence and travel to them, he's shown to have the exact same kind of powers as Ralph at a few different points.
For example, Ralph can form Long-Time shields that cause everything harmful that approaches them to simply miss whatever said shield is protecting:
The gun poking out of the window had started to move to the right. Now it swivelled unhurriedly back toward Leydecker, the man behind it undeterred – and apparently unhurt – by the hail of bullets directed at him from the other police. Ralph raised his right hand and brought it down in the karate-chop gesture again, but this time instead of a wedge of light, his fingertips produced something that looked like a large blue teardrop. It spread across Leydecker’s lemon-colored aura just as the rifle sticking out of the window opened fire. Ralph saw two slugs strike the tree just to Leydecker’s right, sending chips of bark flying into the air and making black holes in the fir’s yellowish-white undersurface. A third struck the blue covering which had coated Leydecker’s aura – Ralph saw a momentary flicker of dark red just to the left of the detective’s temple and heard a low whine as the bullet either richocheted or skipped, the way a flat stone will skip across the surface of a pond.
Leydecker pulled Nell back behind the car, looked at him, then tore open the driver’s-side door and threw himself into the front seat. Ralph could no longer see him, but could hear him screaming at someone over the radio, asking where the fuck the rescue vehicles were. -Insomnia
Sound familiar? It should:
Two uniformed figures, looking more like pro football linemen than cops in their bulky Kevlar vests, charged from behind one of the cruisers, running flat-out for the porch with their riot guns held at port arms. As they crossed the dooryard on a diagonal, Charlie Pickering leaned out of his window, still laughing wildly, his gray hair zanier than ever. The volume of fire directed at him was enormous, showering him with splinters from the sides of the window and actually knocking down the rusty gutter above his head – it struck the porch with a hollow bonk – but not a single bullet touched him.
How can they not be hitting him? Ralph thought as he and Lois mounted the porch toward the lime-colored flames which were now billowing through the open front door. Christ Jesus, it’s almost point-blank range, how can they possibly not be hitting him?
But he knew how . . . and why. Clotho had told them that both Atropos and Ed Deepneau had been surrounded by forces which were malignant yet protective. Was it not likely that those same forces were now taking care of Charlie Pickering, much as Ralph himself had taken care of Leydecker when he’d left the protection of the police car to drag his dying colleague back to cover? -Insomnia
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
Ralph actually comes face to face with the Crimson King (initially disguised as Ralph's long-dead mother) on a Long-Time level, further cementing that he has the same Long-Time capabilities:
An excellent idea with only one drawback: he couldn’t break so much as a strand of cobweb while he was on this level. That meant dropping back down to Short-Time country, and he was preparing to do just that when a soft, familiar voice on his right spoke his name.
[Ralph.]
To his right? That was impossible. There was nothing on his right but the co-pilot’s seat, the side of the aircraft, and leagues of twilit New England air.
The scar along his arm had begun to tingle like a filament in an electric heater.
[Ralph!]
Don’t look. Don’t pay any attention at all. Ignore it.
But he couldn’t. Some great, bricklike force had come to bear on him, and his head began to turn. He fought it, aware that the airplane’s angle of descent was growing steeper, but it did no good.
[Ralph, look at me – don’t be afraid.]
He made one last effort to disobey the voice and was unable. His head went on turning, and Ralph suddenly found himself looking at his mother, who had died of lung cancer twenty-four years ago.
[...]
Bertha Roberts sat in her bentwood rocker about five feet beyond where the sidewall of the Cherokee’s cockpit had been, knitting and rocking back and forth on thin air a mile or more above the ground. -Insomnia
How do we know this is Los'? Well, remember the quote from before that states the Crimson King has "another manifestation" besides his physical being that "lives in Can-tah Abbalah—the Court of the Crimson King"? See below:
He looked back at the creature in the rocking chair, at red fingers which had now melted together into appendages that looked almost like fins. He regarded the scarlet mass which lay in the creature’s lap, and the scar along his arm began to tingle again.
What in God’s name is going on here?
But he knew, of course; he only had to look from the red thing in the rocking chair to the picture hanging on the wall, the picture of the scarlet-faced, malevolent Jesus watching the family eat their supper, to confirm it. He was not in his old house in Mary Mead, and he was not precisely in an aircraft over Derry, either.
He was in the Court of the Crimson King. -Insomnia
Captain Buzzkill01/18/2019
(There's a lot of extra text in-between the two quotes that I've left out for the sake of keeping this as readable as possible. For context, the surroundings have been made into a distorted version of Ralph's home from when he was younger, and on a more relevant note, the "picture of the scarlet-faced, malevolent Jesus watching the family eat their supper" also happens to almost perfectly correspond with the version of the Crimson King we see at the end of DT7; an emaciated, pink-faced, scarlet-robed, horrific-looking old man):
He leaned to the corner of the pyramid, plucked up the binoculars, braced them on a convenient spur of rock, and looked through them for his enemy. The Crimson King almost jumped at him, and for once in his life Roland saw exactly what he had imagined: an old man with an enormous nose, hooked and waxy; red lips that bloomed in the snow of a luxuriant beard; snowy hair that spilled down the Crimson King’s back almost all the way to his scrawny bottom. His pink-flushed face peered toward the pilgrims. The King wore a robe of brilliant red, dotted here and about with lightning strokes and cabalistic symbols. To Susannah, Eddie, and Jake, he would have looked like Father Christmas. To Roland he looked like what he was: Hell, incarnate. -The Dark Tower
@Animah I believe that's it for me.