I was born shackled to a master I could not feel. I had a mother who spoke of its greatness. I looked for it in the heavens and on earth. But I found the Great Mother within my heart. She broke my shackles and showed me the light.
My vanquisher will read this, seeking something that they don't yet understand. But they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going. Hope burns brightest among broken things.
In a human world, how do you explain to your child that half of what he feels within himself is from another time of another place? A far away world he will never see. Remember my child, you are not the seer but the one who is seen. Dear child, this change in you that gives you great kindness is also what gives you great pain. The starfire that burns in me burns in you too. So learn to tear apart the hues of your own heart.
My dear child, why do you rest? Why do you fall upon your knees? Why do you choose to surrender? This pain you feel, this momentary struggle, is only a single step in your journey. So struggle, because the struggle is what makes you stronger. And suffer, because this suffering will one day make you a champion.
To all obsessions, to all attachments, to all connections,theres a limit. When we fail to control and contain ourselves, that limit fades away, and we end up bound to what we have no control over. So my child, find peace by becoming the living center of this swirling, infinite torrent of nothingness at the end of all things.
Be weary of anger, my child. Anger breeds hatred. Hatred breeds violence. Violence breeds war. War breeds death. The Great Mother brings life. She teaches that, what the Awoken man seeks is within himself, that only mortal men seek what is in others. She speaks of forgiveness. Even for those who never sought it. She teaches that true strength is in accepting an apology that was never given. Remember, when your work is done, the only lasting Light you leave behind is love. Your words will fade away into sand and dust. But even in the darkest of nights, the way you made them feel, will linger on.
My dear child. You seek a will beyond will itself. Would that it were so simple. It is not. We know this because we have studied and we have practiced. Skill can be countered. Courage can waver. And the will is a finite necessity that must be replenished. But, what if the will could be made infinite? Go out into the world my child. Look for the scarred, the beaten, the broken and the hopeful. Find them and let them teach you to wield your will.
I’ve roamed this little world. I’ve seen mountains crumble. I’ve heard oceans roar. I've felt eternity, slipping through my fingers. But I have shown you all I can. This is as far as my will will let me carry the Light. I can taste the long night. I can smell it creeping up behind me. I can feel it’s hand on my shoulder. The sombre dreams of the grim reaper are a shade darker than black. But I have hope. Hope that this will be enough.
Molecules or stars or people or ideas, everything ends. When my guiding shine fades and all seems lost, remember, my child. Everything that ends, gives way for new creation. Never cower when dusk does fall, but stand vigilant as old stars die and new Light blinks its first upon this feted eternity.
When I’m gone, don’t fear these words. Fear what the words may become. Without guidance, without direction, without meaning, the words will be molded into what they should never become. When you return to the material universe, use this lesson to complete your work. Remember my child, piety is not what the lessons bring to the people, it's the mistakes they bring to the lessons.
Great Mother of all things, I lay one last prayer at your feet. When the world stops, and the curtains fall, keep the little ones safe. When the water runs dry, and the dust becomes salt, take away their hunger. When the Light fades from the Sky, and the Deep burns hot, take away their pain. When my wings have fallen and the winds blow strong, hold them tight. When the dawn becomes dusk, and the last ship has left, guide the little ones home.
I have lived and lived fully. I have failed and failed magnificently. I am an old man with many fears. In Her eternal embrace the Great Mother whispers. ‘Everything that belongs to you will be yours, but only if you create the capacity to receive it.’ So remember this moment my child. Catch it in a single drop of crystal tear. Hold it in your heart. And look for answers to questions no one knows to ask. To you, then, brave future soul, from the frightened mind of an old ship. I leave you with this. Best wishes... And godspeed...