This was considered a day of
honouring, once. A day of commemoration
and a kindling of subtle light. Magdalena.
The shining ones of the inner realm, as
it was in those days of the true gnosis. Or at least those days of the earnest seeker. More than mothers, fathers, lovers or
friends. Souls, nuanced and awake. Those ancient ways made real again in the
face of all corrupt orthodoxies. I still
recall those dark practices that allowed slavery, genocide and oppression of
every kind. When men would lie fervently
and claim such horror was sanctioned by a lesser or greater god. Whilst in the shadows evil angels were knowingly
enthroned. For power, or fleeting
wealth. Such practices were made writ after
the Fall. Those dark rituals, those
violent charms that soon fooled the entire earth into believing man was not the
brother of man. Every culture darkened,
each wisdom council perverted until we no longer saw the common ground in each
other's stories. We no longer felt the
kindling of divine fire. Those many
names upon the pillars, as Abram once sought. Today we still butcher our kin and know so
little of those ways and altars of the true Lord. And yet we call ourselves loving devotees of
the most high. Storytelling religionists
bound together under one covenant, espousing love and freedom for all. And some of us really do believe in such
freedoms, defending the rights of our brothers and sisters to seek hidden
truth, to tell different stories, to find their own paths toward heaven. The intricacy of our shared mythology, like an
island chain connected beneath the surface, was known to each one of us before
the Fall. Indeed, it was these very
truths that were inscribed upon those pillars of antiquity. And I, Kasi of Eth’iir, have seen how a kind
and courageous heart remembers those truths wordlessly. Beyond symbol or sign. I've seen how such a heart emboldens our faith
and deepens our understanding. Music of
the spheres. What is true empathy and heart-light, if not the God-given shared
humanity that binds us all? Angels are
still a presence in this world and not all of them fell like lightning with the
star. Some of them chose to come here. For friendship and family. For love. Hear me, friends. On her account did I descend. And though these forces of darkness have
tried for so long to desecrate this day, whispering in the ears of the cruel,
the broken and disturbed, I won't let it pass without comment. It’s ok to feel the sadness. To mourn, and grieve. We’ve lost so much. Epinoia herself weeps on this day. But these massacres, recent and historic,
will not shatter the human spirit. We
will honour all those who were cut down. The young and old. The stranger and the friend. We will remember them on this day and continue
kindling that subtle light. It's a light
that speaks of honour, compassion and mutual affection. It gathers and grows with each heart that
joins the chorus, becoming a powerful beacon in the dark. We know this is true because we've all felt it
at least once in our lives. Indeed,
often it's this very beacon that signals we are home, or close to home. Let it remind us that we’re all one vast
family, one people of many tribes and creeds. I write this because I want the people I love
to know the truth. The human spirit is
holy in its essence, having been made in the image of our true Creator.
If you doubt this go now and look into
the eyes of your beloved ones. Your wife, husband, sibling or child. That warmth and appreciation you find at their
innermost, that very thing that quickens you with joy – that is the marker of
their eternal soul. Their immortality. The loving ingenuity of the real God. We shall always live forever in realms beyond
the known, but we are never more alive than when we share such quickening. To my own beloved ones I say to you now, I'm
so grateful that I get to share these days and this journey with you. Even though we grieve. Love is the true gnosis in the end, and its
depths and secrets are endless. Have I stirred
your soul these past years? Have I eased
your suffering in some way? I hope so.
I know you’ve done that very thing for me. And so I thank you for your light. For all the ways you have kindled and
quickened my heart.
