Who cares for the lamp of the all pervading One Power?

It was after years of travelling through the wilderness, enduring many hardships that were meant to refine both my inner nature and my relation towards the Sole and Most High Lord, that i came to a desert that was the lonliest place in all of the worlds.

It consisted of nothing but sand, strechted from infinity to infinity, and no creature or plant was living there.
There was only permanent night extended over this deserted plane, and the sight of myriads of stars and galaxies sending their light down on it as the only sign of hope i could reach for.

But eventually i found a lonely tent in the midst of this desert.

It was foursided, and supported by pillars on every corner, and had curtains in deep blue with golden stars on it.
On every side it had three golden pennants extended from its roof.



Although i could find no entrance, i managed to enter it by prayer, and when i was in i found that the inside was circular shaped, and there was nothing in it but a little burning oil lamp in the midst of the floor and a Being that was sitting in front of it, caring for the Light to never extinguish.
I was desperate to see the face of this caretaker, but was informed by intuition that his countenance has to remain in darkness this time.

When i was asking him for his mission he revealed to me that he was installed by the Lord to care for that Light, and i saw him playing with the reflections and shadows that it threw on the walls.

Then i lifted my eyes towards the roof and found that i could pierce through it and stare into the majesty of the starry sky.
And suddenly my whole being was lifted up into space and i trembled before its immeasurable vastness and glory.
Then i beheld a woman clothed in shining gold, bearing a torch with a dazzling golden flame.
She was so full of beauty and grace that no word can describe it properly.
And she was walking in a circle, lifting her torch up high, and the beam of the torch was wandering through all the fixed constellations.

While she was walking i saw her face turning older, but by no means loosing its grace.
It was turning from old to young to old, in an endless fashion of unspeakable beauty.

The caretaker told me that the mystery of Time is that it is a circle, and a circle has no beginning and no end, and that the Lord has designed it as this in order that mankind is wandering through Aeon after Aeon, from Black to Gold in an endless round, and that nothing was ever meant to come to an end.



So i was thanking the Lord in an ardent prayer. I was attesting that iam infinitely small and I was praying to become a better man, and that the cloud of unknowing is falling from my eyes, and that by His grace i may eventually attain the most glorious medicine, not only for the refinement of my own nature and the salvation from my sins as a mortal, but for the betterment of all mankind, and to the glory of His Ineffable Name.


Ben Gamuret,
Summa scientia nihil scire-
World without ends.