Heart of my soul, 
The God Within us, 
Calls us to holiness
 Beyond
 Understanding.  
My soul leaps when it hears your voice;

As a child
Within
Its mother’s
Womb. 

When my eyes behold you, 
It is as the thirsty Pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand.  
As the wandering  
Lost seek their home in God, 
In the
ONE WHO IS
So does my soul reach to you. 
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago 
That Time has long forgot that once it was.
 
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Discontent is the restless soul’s lot,
to wander time

 Space in vain,
Search for that which was ripped apart

in the first horrid sin,

The disconnection

Of those who were once part of
The truth
in the heart of 

I AM WHO AM

 
We are apart in That Which Has No Reality.  
Is it not passing odd that
when we speak
We understand; we lose our fears
 yet fear still grips me.

The Past-The Prophecies


Is it not strange that alone
we are filled with such loathing?

Self-destruction?  
How odd that it is that you were then my teacher?   
Was it not once that these roles were opposite?  


  (By who’s proclamations were you ever ‘my teacher?’
You of the arid little mind.  Father, he does weary me!)
 
Heart of my soul, 
The God Within us 
Calls to holiness
Beyond our
 Understanding. 
My soul leaps when it hears your voice, 
As a child Within
 Its mother’s
Womb.  
When my eyes behold you,



 

It as the thirsty Pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand,
As the wandering lost seek their home in God,
In the
One Who Is,
So does my soul reach for you?
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago
That Time has long forgot that once it was.
 
 
When before the Temple gates we sat,
There you spoke
I listened, dreamed…
There you stood so wise, 

So fair and ageless.
You told me that when life closed it opened again
in a new and wondrous land.
You pledged that we would again return.

You said to go peacefully to rest, 
 
That He was with me, with us.
When all time was fulfilled
He would call us again.

You, His Glorious Daughter
Wisdom, pure
Me the student error filled,

 
He Who Is
The
 I AM WHO AM
Would be our sign.
Would summon many.

At His command all gods, 

 
 
All men would feel the terrible call, 
Would fall before His feet.


Heart of my soul, 
The God within us 
Calls to holiness,
 Beyond
 Understanding.
My soul leaps when it hears your voice, 
As a child within
 Its mother’s
Womb. 
When my eyes behold you, 
It as the thirsty pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand, 
As the wandering lost seek their Home in God, 
In the
ONE WHO IS 
So does my soul reach to you. 
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago 
That time has long forgot that once it was.
 
Listen for an Angels voice;
Find me when I cry, 

For then I will need you.
Yet know this well
Son of blood shed for me.
You will find in me, 
your greatest pain sorrow.

Despised by those who claimed to love me.
 
 You will have forgotten all things holy.
Profaned yourself,

Betrayed me thrice,
No man will do you harm,


One man will do me harm,
One whom I trusted will seek to slay me
One whom you trusted will slay you
As you sleep.
All men will do me harm,

And I will withdraw from you,
As the living do from the dead.
 
Listen for my voice!’

 
Remember then, the prophecies unwritten
Know but to you and the Archangel
 
(Father!)
(My Child it WAS you who said those things,
They did not spring from his ‘arid mind’)
(FATHER!)
 
Who would raise arms against the All Mighty One?
  How can my arms prevail against a foe?
You laughed  
 No weapons will you bear,
No

Sword, 
No
Spear, 
No
 Armor, 
No
 Arrow, 
No
Lance,
Will you bear.
 
If you come with weapons
Carried before me, I will flee you,
For fear of wounds
 
You, once styled yourself,
“Almost a Dragon”
In ultimate vanity
Now are you not rightly
called
Fool,
The 'son of pain,'
Fool,

Broken from your pride
Fool,
 Wounded, shattered,

Your might will have been taken from you,
your body will be failing,

Yet striving to heal amidst the sea of death,
Discontented, alone with many people around you
not demanding you heal them,

But from your need, You seek to heal them
While you bleed

 
 
Fail,
Your mission,
Weep with rage against our God.
While I, in turn
Will elevate you with
My scorn.

(So my Daughter, even after such abuse he loves you still?
You are true Wisdom indeed to shun such a fool as he)
(Father! Please!)  
 
Wisdom then, I have left you, and will search
No more.
My love for you,
All transcendent has weakened we
My search for you
Despite your scorn has sapped me
As a vampire drinking my soul,
So has my quest for you
Drained my
Life force, and stricken me shriveled
And sere
I have searched were you said you would be
But are no more
And by your silence slay me once more



Heart of my soul,
The God Within us 
Calls to holiness beyond our understanding.  
My soul leaps when it hears your voice, 
As a child within in its mother’s womb.  
When my eyes behold you, 
It as the thirsty Pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand, 
As the wandering  
Lost seek their home in God, 
In the
 One Who Is,
So does my soul reach for you  

For in you I have seen 
That which was lost so long ago
That Time has long forgot that once it was.  
 
(Dear Father why does he heed me not?)
 
But then listen,
Mark this well,
The visions that you will see
Of winter’s dread death
And Being one
“Who is taken where you would not go.
And of losing me to places you cannot see,
These must all be fulfilled,
 
And when I am furthest gone
You will then recall
The most frightful of all
The Visions you have seen and will tremble.
Sleepless nights will haunt you’
Your limbs shall behave as though they
Were not parts of yours.
You shall render yourself, and others shall bind you.
They shall enchain you,

Seek to enslave you.
Your steed shall die,
Your bones will be broken, and yet the
Winter’s dread prophecies will not appear.
 
A student shall come to you from out of the past,
If you care for him,
It will cost you heart break and shame,
You shall be homeless,
 But not unsheltered
Not from him, comes your pain, but from one
Who claims to love you more
Than any other .
Then even he shall leave you,
Then I will see you
In your pain and sorrow

Then, once more you will pledge you love to me
It will come from what you believe to be my Father’s
Call.
From what you, in your vanity, believe
To be Him speaking to you, of me
 
(Daughter, that was unkind.  I did speak to him, he
Merely misunderstood)
(Then speak clearer Father—and what exactly did you say? )
(He heard you to say he should love me as a mortal
Woman, and pursue me in that form—remember, her
The one You revered so much?)
(What I said, dear daughter was ,”if you can love her in
this form, and love Wisdom in her form, you can love anyone.)
(FATHER!!!)
 

 
And I will desert you too.
And then when desert bleakness fills your soul
When your heart is weary,
When you call upon a silent God,
And even in Israel you pray.
And at the wall of tears
You will beg
I AM WHO AM
For my return,
 
But HE will know you not.
Nor will answer your plea
And I will weep at your prayer
Yet 'tis for naught

My student, I will not know you,
nor acknowledge you,  

Will fight with you mightily.
I know not who or what will prevail,
You will be betrayed  

I will hurt you beyond depths of human healing arts
You will leap to my voice,

Yet hope not that we will laugh again, 
As once we laughed 
Through these aeons long past, 
We will not then be reborn in the proper time,
Another shall abort the joy.
I will find you with one and two.
Then I will appear, you will know me,
Yet know me not.
I will hurt you near to dying,
Leave you,
Then call you not but a
Faithless love of no name,

 
I will ride with you never more,   
The sun will set  
The World of lies will prevail,  
All who love you will turn away.  
Then, no more will you be 
A knight of the unseen God, 
For then your folly, 
Found in Love of me,
Will have ended all.
 
***********************
Heart of my soul, 
The God Within us 
Called to holiness beyond my understanding.  
My soul leaps when it hears your voice, 
As a child within its mother’s womb. 
When my eyes behold you, 
It is as the thirsty Pilgrim sees the oasis rising from the red and burning sand, 
As the wandering  
Lost seek their home in their God, 
In the
One Who Was, 
So does my soul reach for you,
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago 
That Time has long forgot that once it was.
 
Your heart will not be stilled
Nor know at peace,
I will not tell you the name
Given you by 

 One Who Is Always Will Be.
I alone will know it,
I will give you that which

 I will you to have.
On that Day,

 The day of all blasphemes
The Day when I know all,

And only I will know then.
Those who have loved you

Will loathe you,  
They who have dared to love you  
Will fall laughing at your folly.
All will come to know that
Your love for me
Was as false
As any lie ever told by man
To maid,
That your quest was a vanity
Created searching, not for my own sake
But to inflate you in the eyes of those
Who saw you.
 
(Daughter, here I must protest, while vanity lead in part, his greatest
Sin was leading with his heart.  He did love you, for your own dear sake
After all, and she was as close to you as mortal form could take.)
(Father, there is no excuse, he did abandon her as well)
(Daughter, there I catch you in your pride “Wisdom’s Pride?)
(How so, Father?”)
(She abandoned him with much fanfare and éclat, and demanded he leave her be,
If my memory fails me not?
And what follows, daughter dear, are you proud
Of what you wrought?)
 
Listen then o foolish one
To the words you dread to hear
Though to the temple you did go,
And to and fro and round about.
Has no shame yet come upon your mortal frame?
Must you mewl and puke as babe
In wet diapers from the loss
Of what was not yours?
Don’t you remember the book
I showed you in your dreams,
The listed your follies,
One by one,
And name by name?

 
I AM WHO AM,
Has sent Me, His Daughter, named
 
Wisdom
 To bring pain, fear,
Men will call me Healer
But I will spread naught but death
 
But only, when He has judged.
This time beginning with me,
Spreading forth, 

A new death shall call.
Forsake your prideful fighting of

 My way abandon yourself to the darkness.
For
 I AM WISDOM,
Daughter of the Most High
Come to chastise all who have abandoned me
To follow ways of flesh
You spirit dead ones
Dread my words
I have come
That your bodies might match
Your lifeless souls!
 
(My goodness, child what a temper you were in, did your
Sister, Reason, disturb you?)
(Father, they all claim to love me, yet they follow chaos’s call)
 
(Daughter, what choice do they have?  We have given them
free will, but not the will to be free.)

 

 
Prologue
Book ONE

Preface

The Past
The Hopeless State
Awakening Nightmare
The True Awakening
The Corrections
The Teacher Responds
The Flame Remembered
The First Ending of the Light
The End of the First Book

Table of Contents

Preface
Book TWO
Act One - Scene One
Act One - Scene Two
Act One - Scene Three
Act One - Scene Four
Act Two - Scene One
Act Two - Scene Two
Act Two - Scene Three
Act two - Scene Four

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