*Author's Note: this is a work related to my book series.
In this writing is wisdom, knowledge, comprehension… Truth. Things that were once integral to men — commonly conceived.
Because of the nature of our world, the System we are enrolled in, it must be the task is born on my shoulders. You are reading this because one greater has deemed it so. Your eyes observe these words for a purpose — and mine do. With my hands I wrote, and with your hands you navigate. Although space and time separate us, we are one in spirit, figment.
All began the same. Born into this world, unaware of the nature of it. In time came growth and learning. What was absorbed depended upon appointment. Because of transgression, some were dealt a more difficult way than others. All have stumbled. All have fallen. Some walk straight. Those at-first given to corruption, have a greater task. Those preserved, an appointment to sincerity, and innocence of a kind.
Whatever your allotment, you have heard or have come to the conclusion: This world is not as it is presented, and there must be more.
One must know the Beginning from the End.
Let us begin.
Wisdom
It begins with a question. One of curiosity, principle, or concern — things proven to be above most men. Even a man wise of himself, has he questioned his wisdom? Has he looked into his innermost man, the one he tries to hide, and hide from? The weakness found there would ruin him, bring knees to ground. Can such a man claim to be wise in anything, when he’s never questioned the matter in which he claims to be wise? Such is a child, grown up not in instruction but indoctrination. The child never questioned — was never permitted — and so what does he know? Nothing. The child re-iterated, and an even greater fool received that for wisdom. What it was? Deception.
It began with a question.
A simple question that shook the divine right of power. Principalities asserting themselves too far. Many things that were, were not before a question. Even now, these centuries, and millennia beyond the moments where similar questions received no answer, the offense is still plain to see. The repulsive expression… the reeling back. After the shock wears off, then comes the accusation. The offended or violent reprisal. It’s never changed.
Nothing new… nothing new.
It began with a question, and so too will it end with one. Whatever, whenever that may be but it will be… and has.
These are the things faced. Without looking into them, without their occurrence, how then could the Night be drowned? That is not to say, ‘rise up to play’ but everyone has — of that, there is none innocent. No. This begins by seeing the defiled wretch within us. Examining those things which we have done, even our most broken and regretful moments. And then, when our state is realized, to accept favor-forgiveness — praise be for those who have done so. Do not be afraid to question this. It is wise to question. Far more wise, is the one who questions a question — do you remember that it began with a question?
Truth is not harmed by questioning. If only that had been done.
Look: I have seen what the Wise Man said, and he said, “get wisdom.”
Inklings of comprehension. Understand that which was appointed to be understood. This was the beginning of wisdom but you find yourself passed this? Don’t you? Do you? Some are capable, called, but never attain. Some do, whom are those looking forward.
I searched, I sought, I looked, and I found. I saw the hand which wrote the words. I saw the pen that scribed, and I saw the numbers which transcribed. Can you see them? Even before your eyes. Do you know of what I speak? What has been will be again. We are in a Cycle. Time forward, time backward. Some say: “It is all the same when viewed from outside.” Though… never going back in the linear sense, there is a return. I say: “It is not the same.”
Renewed?
In a sense, often. But is that which is old, dead and cast-away, to be brought back again?
Then… a new?
Yes. Go and find it. It was written elsewhere and by greater hands, and you know it. It is then, at that moment, and even now. A Cycle. Over and over, which goes up, and down, and around, and around. One step back, two steps forward. Always moving until the time is complete. Then…
Anew?
Yes. Once.
This wisdom, a Beginning, reveals the knowledge which is intrinsic to all people. It is written in a place the Universe knows, and I know, and you know. It is questioning. Go and find it. It is all that you see with the eye but is all that you see with your eye, as it is presented? It is a matter of perspective. Do not allow yourself to live life deceived. Until then, what more have I to do with you? But, if you know it then let us continue.
Knowledge
A people perishes for a lack of it.
A man works himself ragged. And for what? He does not see his futility. That the works of his hands return to dust — that he returns. Sometime realizing, he seeks, he studies. It is given and he goes back to the field. Why?
Knowledge only takes one so far.
You witnessed a Cycle, again.
There are spirits. Both among, and amok. Figments of something, someone, greater (and we are). Most often unseen, they dwell around us… and within us — every moment of this life. No man is ever without a figment of the spirit influencing his decisions. No man has ever held a thought of his own.
Among men, figment of the Night must, from time to time, be given authority to sate their appetites. Often, coming about as the shedding of blood. These are wars, murders, strivings — trauma. It is crucial to avoid trauma — impossible to. Trauma is inflicted not only by outside forces but also by ourselves.
Absorbing mere information can be traumatic to the flesh, soul, and spirit. Read the wrong writing, listen to the wrong source, heed the wrong instruction, accompany the wrong influences — those friends, falsely so called — and one finds themselves forever changed, altered. Innocence lost. Trauma is the fastest way to re-frame one’s way of thinking. Beware, be aware, and be wary lest we permit someone to steal our innocence. Once given, it is gone. Who can entirely have it back in this life?
These traumas gain the Night ground at a fast pace. For reasons both obvious and explained, these patterns and implements — the programming — have been used by Principalities since the Beginning. Yet, still, there are other ways in which they revel.
After trauma, comes the complete re-structuring of an established order — the demolishing of a foundation and the laying of another. The re-framing of a mind constitutes enough chaos, disorder, and confusion to allow the figment, locked in their planes, access to the hearts of men — and those containing a part of men, a part of the whole (lost, there remains a grafting) — it is we who invite them in.
It has been these times in which great damages have been wrought. More damage than war and bloodshed. The pervasive effectiveness of these attacks on a peace-knowing people, is all destructive. Man is naturally lazy and unaware while he is at ease. Thus, more susceptible to corruption and, ultimately, destruction. Watch, so as to not be approached unaware. Look within for offense. Ask why there is offense.
Offense is not always a bad thing. It was offensive to learn of the deception of the Cyclical System, the hiding of the True Cycle, even the makeup of the Universe. But before that saving offense, even a rock of it striking one in the face, were countless offenses which lead down the path of destruction. It cannot be doubted that you, too, have been made subject to offenses. Both to destruction and to salvation.
You are here for a reason.
Comprehension
Within us all is a Beast. The living soul. Engrossing some, more than others.
Thinking, this one goes through life without thought. He has eyes, he has ears… you know the rest. One day he is with another. One day he is not. One day he drinks. Another he does not. One day merry. One day sad. The Beast goes through his life happy, unhappy. To the Beast, what is figment? What is flesh? Spirit? He sees, he desires. He sees, and he is enraged. That is enough. To upset the Beast, is to incur his wrath — let the Beast be. Let him who is what he is, be as he is — you know this, too.
A man sows, another reaps — lessons for another time, another place, taught by one greater. I will not reiterate but seek and you will find.
Easy times allowed for a weak man. A weak man created trying times. Those following were made subject. All that their fathers’ inherited was worthless. What they inherited, was.
The Night, those spirits and men, whom are all but a figment misappropriated, though never without appointment, wish the System Cycles to continue. For without the Cycles, especially perverted and corralled, the Night cannot exist. Even so, there are those who harbor within themselves (even the beasts cry out) the groanings, unutterable, for the Cycles to end. Therein lies the crux of the reason for everything currently happening everywhere, and the reason for my Exhortation to the peoples lost and found: transgression.
The Night seek to re-make something that was lost, rather veiled, to this Universe — to bring the immortal to the mortal.
The Light look forward to the perfection of this Universe — to put off the mortal and take on immortality.
This is the state of the Universe within this stream of time. For as long as the Cycles exist, so too time — in as much as it is ours, that is, appointed to us.
Are you ready?
Behold, once more, the lesser Cycle which, for now, encompasses.
Offense created strong men. Strong men created times of ease. The easy times made men ignor-ant. Figment took advantage of that ignor-ance, to deceive. Men submitted to figment — of which he, himself, is also a part (though he forgets). Men were traumatized, physically, emotionally, mentally. Innocence lost. Men grew ill of that way, offended, became strong. Men fought back, walked straight, saw offense fall away — for better and for worse. But, his heirs did not altogether continue in that way… until they did, again.
So it has been since the First and Second Gatherings at the Mountain, and will remain until the Appointed Man, and his brothers, fulfill their appointment in completing what the Living Lord, the Progenitor, one’s Immacular (for looking upon the stream, forward and rearward, I have seen it), has ordained must be completed. There is a Gathering, a Third Meeting of congregation at that Mountain — Altera made whole.
You will know it.
What falls upon men, everywhere, is the charge or burden to resist strange figment and the Beast nature — though, without, that which, for now, is, does not pass away… for it must fall. Comprehend that you will not resist if you are not appointed to. Comprehend that to overcome is not yours but by appointment. Comprehend that where you are, at the end of this Exhortation, was appointed to you — and you to it.
Remember the nature of this Universe. Whatever man does is futile but do not lose hope. Enjoy the works of your hands. Live life abundantly, love abundantly. Do that which produces joy and abstain from that which detracts. In these things our joy will be full.
Here, at the End, I have a confession. I spoke of four things in the Beginning. I tell you: I cannot teach you the Truth — and this was not the intent. I may point but, and you know of which I speak, there is a work written by hands greater than mine. Ask. Seek. Go and find it, and you will find it. Again, if you have already, praise be.
To end this Exhortation, I ask you: What “Anew,” awaits you?
Logos Prevailing.
