It's raining. I can vividly remember that day. I was sitting alone on a bench, in the middle of the city. Coffee can in hand, I swallowed the bitter reality. Tears formed in my eyes as i contemplated leaving my job, leaving everything. I did, and I have been out of the matrix all this time. These are the memories of 2 or so years ago.
It feels good to be home on wizchan. Been a while wizards but I came back to share the things I have seen. I chose the path to wizardry. I am once a mage but I am now a sage. I came here to show the light.
The words rose from the Dead Sea. The secret words written thousands of years ago. I have seen the visions, I talked with them. I talked with Him. I studied the words. They form a string, the string of truth that plays the harmony of dissonance. The light that pierced reality showed itself to me. The shapes are in flames, written on the heavens. They glimmer, illuminating Leviathans remains. The wind blew. I thought this was my end but the voice told me that it was just beginning.
Deception, ruin, doom, destruction, restoration. The darkness will sweep them, us but we must look for the light. We shall free ourselves from te illusion of life, the transitoriness of human existence and ascend. The fate of the universe is the fate of grass but the light shines forever.
The esoteric things are revealed one by one. Careful now, my fellow mage, lest you go mad. Sanctify yourself and find the key so the silver cord may not snap. Wrap your mind's message, let it flow, to the Highest. String the words together, be good so the messengers may talk to you.
Can we alter reality? Yes. Albeit, it translates accordingly. You cannot break the number but from above, it will flow below and time will watch until the mission of the light is done.
A solitude, you showed me indeed. The path to the heavens, to the heavens of heavens. I saw the kingdoms, the empires, the king, the future. They are crying, those who are good cried for wickedness ended and are finally consoled.
Though I wallowed in existential distress, I saw it pure and true. Beyond the heavens and earth, the Abode, in all its tranquility, shown itself to me.
The rich text box cannot contain the mystyfying experience of the revelations. In another point of time, I shall again string together the words of the fragmented truths, as a sage does to influence reality.
Blessed be you my fellow sages, mages and wizPost too long. Click here to view the full text.