EPITAPH

When I transfigure, when I step through the diaphanous veil dividing the mortal realm from the immortal: Dare not weep for me! For I shall be in Summerland, freely gazing upon the radiant faces of Mother Goddess and Father God. From their Divine lips I shall hear of ancient mysteries that no human tongue can utter. When the conditions and time are proper once more on earth, I shall return again, on the desert wind. So it has been. So it shall be.
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ALONE

People tell me they love me. How can this be? Love is seeded, nurtured and brought to fruit through knowledge and understanding of the beloved. There is no one who knows me. They only know what they think they know. Yet, I only allow them to see what I want to them see, and some of what I allow them to see isn't necessarily the truth. There are none whom truly understand me. How can someone understand what they don't know? At the very instance of my conception our great Mother Goddess laid Her hand upon me and destined me to stand alone. I run outside the pack.
I am: The lone wolf.
So mote it be!
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