The Shield of Eternal Darkness (glyph)
It was yesterday, after having written a bunch and noticed once again how it would not stop. But so, not all that's going on, not all the tendrils and snakes and stings, are a matter of the Squid. They are very well alive "out there" - projected upon whomever they might chose within their range. If there is such a thing.
So I wondered to God: "Isn't there a way to protect us more Permanently?" - and HE replied "Like this?" with this Glyph appearing in my mind. Three triangles woven into one another, but spread evenly as to form one triangle between.
I was skeptical at first - watching Stargate SG1 starting with Season 9. I had watched the Pilot previously. (If You want to put Your sensitivity hat on, yea ... it's not always great like that. One must forgive it and value Mitchell's honesty)
And while watching I kept noticing them creeping up and in, did what I could to defend myself, but as it was time for bed I worried what might come next. But so I laid there, thinking of this Glyph, and thinking of a way to maybe activate it.
At first it cut off what was there as with fire - and so I turned around in peace. Until I was on the verge of slumber. I had noticed a few ifs and buts here and there, but all of a sudden something came upon me, shook me out of my drifting away; And the battle began, a new. Only this time, something was different.
Though they would seem to leech off of me, the Shield began to manifest itself. And as such I saw it as an infinite Cloak, which they would continue to leech on, but only beget the grotesque nature of its fine imprints; While I would stand (or lie) glorified in its middle.
So, what's up with that 'Zoe'?
As an interpretation of the Writing without Title (NHC II.5) I presented a reading that would align with what I had on mind about my Clarity in particular. Thus, on the title it would read: "Zoe - Whore by Clarity".
"It might strike many as odd" - I thought. For Zoe is said to mean 'Life' - and having that name ridden in such darkness might be off-putting. One might feel an inner name to salvage it, redeem it and have it restored to Light; Yet in so doing You tarnish my name. Not only that, Your disbelief becomes as an enemy of it; And while holding it You are as posessed to me.
And how might I express it Truthfully? I can only try to explain it! And at times I wondered whether I should drop it; But then, how would I even do that? I would have to write an official statement revoking it all, but in Truth I cannot do that.
"Jesus was a Carpenter" - such is a general truth about the LORD; And one very well popularized within the movie of Indiana Jones 3. The humble man who would have drank from a wooden cup, not a pompous King who would have drank from a golden chalice.
We all knew the deal - and so we would proceed. Drifting more and more into the mundane as the wheels of time spun their cycles. "The Lord works in mysterious ways", they say; And as such are His wisdoms often enough a Mystery to us. Who would attain the cypher to see beyond the veil. And if one did, how might they share it?
And so it was that as I began my work, the mundane also took its course. The Life as is without the Knowledge of higher givings, outside of the things that had been there, available to the public.
Without much of the blessings of a wealthy benefactor, or a wardrobe of social competence and connectivity.
Mistakes would happen. "We learn from our Mistakes" - we say in truth and wisdom, for they who are without mistake live in a castle of dreams made of their own egos.
But how could I make mistakes? How could I not? It is one line of confusion that burdened me throughout my lifetime. If I'm not supposed to make mistakes, but still make mistakes - where does that leave me?
I knew what I found. A Light, splendid but sublime - unlocked as a permanent fixture to accompany me throughout what was yet to come. "Yes!" - I thought. "I found it!". But woe, how to tell anyone about it? So tall the mountain, so steep the inclines - and where would it all lead? To me and the uncertainty behind the walls of text that I have erected surrounding me?
"It is this" - "It is that" - I heard them speak (spiritually), spreading lies and misconstruing the truths that I presented. For it is so. Is it not? "No, it is this, it is that" - and for howeveroften I thought I had written them into a corner, I found that it mattered very little. Another nothing of a something. Another wooden cup to hold against the wealth and riches of the Evil Kingdom.
And woe unto me for being boastful rather than humble. Well, it is within words that I write - that there must be boasting. Such are the demands of the truth. And a little bit of self-confidence and the inevitable aspects of vanity. For what Light should I paint myself in, if not the truth as I received?
But so it became familiar. That what I had was mush. And yet, to my eyes, there was very little I could improve upon. What is it, here or there, that was missing? Or wrong? Cold and Diamonds could not compare - and yet it would all seem as mud. So, "open their eyes", "help them understand" ... but how?
"Can't there just be something solid for once?" - I wondered. "Especially here, in the Spiritual? What else should we do or hope for?". But what did I know? All I could do was a thing ... simple in its kind, simple in its ways - but as my understanding grew, it would all mean very little.
But how is this a thing? How is it allowed to happen? What would we do? Preach the Gospel of Squid? "We believe in the Squid, yet we do not Worship it! Here's 10 simple steps to start removing Your own. After that consult a professional" - "as the Disciple Squidicarus the Second once said".
And to what avail?
But so now, here it is. The first outward manifestation of the Infinite's grand Majesty, enveloping His chosen. Another wooden cup maybe, but ... "it has gold plating and rings with the infinite" - adorning me with the Grotesque Beauty of the Infinite Darkness. The Gold is symbolic for the Light that is also a part of it.
So yea, I was surprised this morning to find that everything was where it was supposed to be.
I didn't have my head scrwed on the wrong way around, no left leg for a right arm - or any such nonsense. I found them sleeping, looking as the Scales that my Luck Dragon had strewn about to decorate my rest.
"Shroud Yourself in Darkness. Become a Part of it!" - Muahuahuahuahuaa!