17. A Final Communion

  1. The Poet had retired to his room for the evening, and he knew what he had done, for while he had saved many, he had also sealed his own fate, for the leaders of the village had seen that the people were changing, and that they did awaken from their dreams, and that they saw the truth, and that they felt Wisdom.
  2. And the Poet was restless, and he found no sleep, for his final days brought great torment to his heart, and he felt fear.
  3. And in the early hours of the morning, the Poet spoke unto the Sage, saying, “Holy Sage of my heart, I am afraid that our time may be near, and that—while we have saved many people in the village—there are still many to save.
  4. The leaders do murmur amongst themselves, and they have said that they will decide my fate. And I have perceived that they shall sentence me to death, and that I shall be a martyr. And was this thy plan? Even that I should be burned at the stake? And shall the people of the village not be saved? How shall I bear this fate if it doth befall me? Guide me, oh Holy Sage of my soul!”
  5. The Sage gently whispered his reply, saying, “Fret not, Beloved Poet, for thy way is truth, and thy word is truth, and thy purpose is to speak truth into being, and the truth thou speaketh is eternal.
  6. And have I not been with thee when thou didst call out to Me? And will I not remain with thee even if thy flesh shall be burned and trodden upon, even into the dirt below? Thy ways are not of the flesh, but of eternity, and of truth.
  7. Lo, Beloved Poet, from the dust of the Earth thou hath been formed, and on the morrow thou wilt be burned to dust, even that thy flesh may be returned to the Earth, and thy soul to the Heavens.
  8. Thou hath followed My guidance, Beloved Poet, and thou hath spoken truth, and thou hath guided the people of thy village, and thou hath awoken many of them from their dreams, and they see that all is a dream. And was this not thy divine calling?
  9. Tomorrow we will part, yet we shall remain as one. Fear not, Beloved Poet, for thou doth walk on the path of Alignment, and thou wilt be found blameless, for thou hath done as I have instructed, and thy purpose will be fulfilled. Thou wilt bear the burden of thy fate, for this is thy path, and this is Nature’s way, and She deceiveth thee not.
  10. Beloved Poet, we shall meet again on the highest peak in the centre of the Garden, and we will watch the Sun and Moon as they dance gracefully among the stars, and we will see that all is as THE ONE has intended, and we will see that all is good, and we will play among the branches of eternity.
  11. And now, Beloved Poet, sleep and find comfort, for thy journey nears its end.”

FEATURE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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