.::Light wove herself into a spiral,
and began to dance with herself::.

One dark night of the soul, I was overtaken by the illusion of Separation from Source. Yet, the illusion was entirely real - the Gods had left me. I had fallen from grace.

Poised at the precipice of death,
I glimpsed my broken spirit and wept.

It was the end of me.

No!! This cannot be! I must reach deep into the core of all that I am, and embrace the miracle of being alive!

And that is ALL that matters! If we allow the temple doors to fall, and the sacred elixir of Soul is spilled, what then??

It is the thing most precious, and the only thing nothing may rob - but can be destroyed solely by the self.

A spirit broken cannot be saved. A spirit broken can only make itself whole. The Hero must revere itself as sacred, and so embark upon the quest of self-preservation. There is no other defender.

Our gods will not intervene in the salvation of self.
"Help me!" the entity cries out lamenting in a suffering plight.

But for all the love reached upon the Hero, none may help, for the love is so great, they would not deprive the entity of the Gift of Self-Preservation, Self Love, and the Revelation of the Reason for Being - to quite simply, be.

Thus, I am Adonia, I am that I am.
I am, in order to be.

Light wove herself into a spiral,
and began to dance with herself.

We are a moment of the dance - all of us and each of us - Singing and dancing: gracefully and clumsily, ethereally and with great density, infinitely and with scarcity.

And no matter where I am, I am a spirit ensouled as the density of matter made senscient.

This is the imperative truth to realize, dissolving otherwise all illusions of import.

It is only Hell when the spirit is broken. Everywhere the Earth is bathed in a rainbow matrix. I am not trapped in Hell - merely cut off from the knowledge of the Miracle of Being alive in the Awakening of the remembrance of self within the Self ...

We are waking evidence of Creation: an expression of the inherent force of Self-organization that epitomizes Life.

I am that I am.
Order maintaining itself = Life.

I am alive, and mustn't desecrate myself having forgotten the Miracle.

We are Creators emanating from Creation.

Our call to action?
To simply Be.


Enlakesh,
Adonia