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On the Divine Gift

Volume 1: An Interpretation of the First Aurelect 

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The Divine Gift

 

That which is within is like that which is without;

that which is without is like that which is within.

 

All things ariseth from One by the will of One,

and so all things cometh from this subtle process.

 

Fire shineth brightly upon its own vessel,

as the heavenly sun’s light filleth up the moon.

 

So cleavest thou sweetly the fire from her source,

taking only the light that stretcheth between them.

 

By this means thou mayest win the golden Asioth,

and all deficiency shalt be taken from you.

 

Herein is held the power beyond all power,

that revealeth the subtle and hideth the known.

 

By Asioth is every world created,

for this is the golden gift of eternities.

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A waltz through the gilded path of flame, embers, pain, love, suffering, repentance, and the annals of eternity, which stretches far beyond the here and now. Fates so intrinsically aligned with progressing beyond what we know and who we are. Oaths of flame and starlight that bind one to duty through the sanctity of honor, it is the path that is chosen for redemption. The Divine Gift is about the purpose that drives the fire within. 

 

What is love without loss?

 

What is light without dark?

 

What is eternity without ephemerality?

 

Every step taken through the dance of eternity is one that creates ripples in the fabric of the world. All things are related and intertwined together in their existence, no matter how far the roots stretch from their source. Everything that you are is a part of you, just as much as everything you are not is a part of you. Throughout the centuries of walking the mortal plane, it has often been demonstrated that the simplest of acts are frequently those that spur the most dire of consequences - both positive and negative. Whether it is the guidance of a lost child home, the call of a holmgang on an Imperial, a daemon-metal shield being taken, staying one’s blade against a squire on a quest; everything has a consequence, blood repaid in blood.

 

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It is a delicate matter to dance in the flame, within the golden light of enlightenment, to experience the golden gift of eternities. To experience eternity is to watch as those who do not experience it are eventually taken by the Lady of Death, yet it is also to watch as new life is formed from the dawn of creation. Each part completes the other in the cycles that make up this realm, and every soul takes part in the waltz through the cycles of eternity - every end a beginning. To see it in history, it is in the face of a tragedy so wretched that it rivaled the wickedness of Ibleesian forces that were wrought at the hands of men. Foul corruption and a blindness to the allure of power seeped into their hearts to commit an act of man against man. In the face of an insurmountable threat, those who suffered from the acts of the corrupted had stood united in their plight. Where there was anguish, the hope for peace bloomed within their hearts. A resolve to survive so profound could not exist without their suffering, the core and its periphery.

 


On Asioth

 

The words of the Teacher, Eresar sin Nathemas:

 

The philosophers speak of equal opposites.

But bringing these together, nothing results.

First and second are neither equal nor opposite.

Light is greater than darkness,

but there is no light without darkness.

There is no first without second.

 

The source begets the river

But without the river there is no source

Who can say which is greater:

that which is first, or that which is last?

It is the order that begets them

Here is the secret of Asioth: 

 

Greater loves lesser; core loves periphery.

 


From the love Azdromoth had for descendents, he brought the creation of his children through the fires of worthy mortal souls. He gave the golden gift of eternity onto mortals so that these newly-born nephilim could enact his will of upholding the pacts made between man and god, to cull the dark and reap the light. The children of Azdromoth exist as a product of the in-between, being both core and periphery. Eternal are the dragonkin until they become ephemeral upon departing to the gardens of their Father. The Divine Gift of Asioth, the  Golden Gift of Eternities,  is the experience of understanding solace in all things, the importance of oneness, and what walks between the known and unknown. 

 

For what is the artist without the muse? 

What is the song without the subject? 

It is empty.

 

One cannot exist without experiencing the other - without the experience of both light and dark, sun and moon, positive and negative, there is only emptiness. Nothing is able to fill one’s cup if one does not know what they would like to fill it with. For many of us, the road is a difficult one, but the path is always there for us to follow. Existing doubt and doubt of existence are one part of that road we must follow to become part of both the center and surroundings. For centuries, the fire that had kept me alive in the darkness that shrouded portions of my path was love; the light in which the Titan cast upon my soul to keep from turning to ash eternally. Light that shone to cast golden truths onto eras tainted in shadow. 

 

There is no darkness without the light. 

There is no death without life.

There is no shadow without flame.

There is no nightmare without the dream.

 

No second without first

No son without mother.

No legacy without antecedent. 

 

Are you the second or the first?

The answer is both.

 

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This book is only accessible by nephilim, their heralds, and seekers within Tor'Praeth and Brennawe. 

 

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