Mythos Ascending

What is Truth? The question eternally circles, unanswered. We grasp at shards, hoping to stitch some meaning from the fragments. 

Freedom remains elusive. Our spirits seem to stagnate in a wasteland of artifice, illusion, and blue light. We long to spread our wings, but find them clipped by implanted fear and doubt. 

There must be more beyond this pallid semblance of life, of truth. A higher purpose we have yet to comprehend, if ever we can. But we can imagine. This is our gift. Evidence whispers through the static - moments of synchronicity, images in dreams, flashes of clarity, truths that resonate in our hollow bones. 

If the veil lifted now, would we recoil from the raw light or finally blossom into our full potential? We are beings of light, after all. Eternal. The shadow is merely a symptom of our being in a physical form. 

Death is also an illusion. It is but a passageway from one form to another, though the destination remains obscure. We construct our own ideas of afterlife, but can only speculate. 

Still, faith beckons. We retain an innate sense that our true nature is divine and luminous. Not fallen creatures, but ascending beings drawn toward cosmic currents. 

Listen to the wisdom that streams through the ages, allowing it to guide us as we write the unformed future. The choice is ours: to cling to old narratives, or boldly author a new mythos. A heroic undertaking, but humanity is stirring. Our time is coming due. Do you feel it? I do. 

So let it be, and so it is.

 © Henry-Cameron Allen 

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