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“Then walk with me and embrace the mysteries of Heaven and Earth” he says.
The Hermit speaks no more but lifts the veil obscuring, bright is the light he offers, illumination of things hidden, things not spoken off but revealed only in symbols and dreams foretelling.
What is it that he offers? “Self-knowledge” he whispers. No more is uttered, such is his challenge to both wary and unwary. Each must choose the path of becoming and undoing. The Fates wait, with life thread spun and shears at the ready. We stand ready, scales fallen from eyes, new vision gifted, new life waiting.
We seek the temple with no name, image made perfect in visions and meditation,
guarded for all eternity, hidden from the profane.
It is a place of Becoming, the mountain path to a place of glory, Heaven made on Earth. He talks in riddles, places seed in soils fertile.
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