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Is this still a blog? If not maybe we should shut it down.

Thoughts?

Sapling

The Word of God may be likened unto a sapling, whose roots have been implanted in the hearts of men. It is incumbent upon you to foster its growth through the living waters of wisdom, of sanctified and hold words, so that is root may become firmly fixed and its branches may spread out as high as the heavens and beyond.

-Baha'u'llah



Taking root, satiated no longer, the rotten stump has finally released its burden and we realize the ontological bankruptcy. There is no more power that can be willed without a heavy dose of nausea. But here we are, every moment is a potential foundation for something.



The world's equilibrium hath been upset through the vibrating influence of this most great, this new World Order. Mankind's ordered life hath been revolutionized through the agency of this unique, this wondrous system-the like of which mortal eyes have never witnessed.

-Baha'u'llah



Something is happening in the world right now that is being overlooked by the news media and its obsession with the snarky politics born of a lower nature. It is being missed because it is taking root in the hearts and minds of the most vulnerable, receptive, and pure hearted among us, slowly maneuvering through the forgotten soil of forgotten potential, gaining strength in a process which is a reflection of the original divine impulse. It cannot be, will not be belittled, will not be disregarded as we disregard our corrupted leaders. Of what would be perceived as a threat to the decomposing heroes of world order, it is just beneath the surface.



A new life is, in this age, stirring within all the peoples of the earth; and yet none hath discovered its cause or perceived its motive...O friends! Be not careless of the virtues with which ye have been endowed, neither be neglectful of your high destiny. Suffer not your labors to be wasted through the vain imaginations which certain hearts have devised. Ye are the stars of the heaven of understanding, the breeze that stirreth as at the break of day, the soft-flowing waters upon which must depend the very life of all men, the letters inscribed upon His sacred scroll. With the utmost unity, and in a spirit of perfect fellowship, exert yourselves, that ye may be enabled to achieve that which beseemth this Day of God. Verily I say, strife and dissension, and whatsoever the mind of man abhorreth are entirely unworthy of his station. Center your energies in the propagation of the Faith of God. Whoso is worthy of so high a calling, let him arise and promote it. Whoso is unable, it is his duty to appoint him who will, in his stead, proclaim this Revelation, whose power hath cased the foundations of the mightiest structures to quake, every mountain to be crushed in to dust, and every soul to be dumbfounded. Should the greatness of this Day be revealed in its fullness, every man would forsake a myriad of lives in his longing to partake, though it be for one moment, of its great glory-how much more this world and its corruptible treasures!

-Baha'u'llah



There are no news cameras in the room where hearts are met, where intentions among enclaves are woven with the divine spirit into collective action. There are no cameras in the world that will capture the groundswell until it is sudden and shocking. The trust of God is in our hands, and as we build so shall we become the trust of God.

I fear that we will forget and lose our sight...

The sun is setting and we chase the Kingdom's shadow.

Night Terrors (I'm not sure about the formatting)

I am terrified, O my Lord!

I fear that should desire over-
take me I will loose my hold
on Thy Reality
and that bereft of truthfulness,
I will be dragged into the clay,
forever unable to return
to Thee.

Let not the weeds of lesser loves
deprive the rose of Thy Love
the vivifying waters of Thy Bestowal and Grace.
I dedicate the garden of my heart to Thee,
O my Lord!
Enable me to tend it as is pleasing unto Thee,
O my God and my Beloved!

My cup is small, O Provider.
With but a dewdrop from Thee
it becometh as the billowing ocean.
Unleash the floods of Thy Mercy
and cleanse my whole being,
so that, safe and secure,
I may reside within the Ark of Thy Salvation.

O God!
Grant that I may become like unto
a swift-flowing spring,
drawing upon Thy Ocean,
and pouring forth unto
Thy creatures, Thy loved ones,
and those who are near unto Thee.

Thou art above all else,
independent of thy creation,
and beyond all recognition.

Thou art powerful and kind.
Thou art the Omnipotent,
the Compassionate,
the Just and Merciful.
In Whose Hands are the hearts of all men.

-jalal m

This has nothing to do with the current project. Just something I wrote the other night.
Please comment.

The Chianvakst Nation

Lucium,

I am glad that you have not veiled your condescension, it is quite revealing to witness it in full bloom. The heyday of your reasoning thus far has been to marginalize my belief system as a fancy at one point and now as a chimera, without giving any explanation as to why exactly. You should know that this is a typical stunt of the Auren elders, and frankly I expected more from you. It is clear to me you are not interested in a reasonable discussion and I am quite weary now of explaining myself further, so I will move on to other matters. Let us consider this argument closed.

As representative of this continent on my council, I consider it my responsibility to inform you of some news. Take it as you will. As you were away, the Arbora and the whole continent of Altia for that matter has fallen under grave danger. I fear that the Arbora can no longer rely upon the goodwill of its neighbors to maintain its fragil stability, as it appears that the Kyrzeri's are engaged in secret discussions with the rapidly growing and hostile Chianvakst Nation. Ever since the Arboran government imposed the prohibitive salt, seafood, and seatree pulp tariffs a year ago, the economic tension has spilled over into political rivalry. The reports that I have recieved from some of my contacts inside the Kyrzerian council seem to suggest that they are planning to abandon strategic and economic ties with the Arbora, leaving it exposed on a number of fronts.

I have spent a considerable amount of time within the Chianvakst Nation, both before and after the revolution. This recent revolution has produced a political system which is very different than what we are used to, namely an elaborate network of patronage and tradition. They ephatically consider themselves a post-traditional, post religious society, almost dogmatically so. It would be admirable if it wasn't so seductive, intolerant, and dangerous. Dangerous in the sense that their entire ideology has been fabricated and is being imposed upon its people, smothering their once vibrant culture and traditions. I hope you know that the Forming rejects dogmatism of all sorts, both religious and secular. In this matter we stand with the Arbora, a society which despite its flaws, is intrinsically tied to the land and its people.

I wish you well Lucium

Lam

Lam,

I have returned home and united our grandfather's grave with the fruits of my quest.

As children under our grandfather's guidance, I had always assumed you the wiser and more able one to grasp his teachings of the Way, the will of the gods and the traditions of our ancestors. You always had much to say and an insightful opinion about every mote of knowledge delivered to us. I know that you were the more intelligent and eloquent between us, but that same intellect which served you well as a student now binds you to the chimera of your own ideas.

I have not left the Auren, for I just as well as leave my tribe or the blood that runs in my veins.

I have veiled nothing, least of all condescension.

Lucium

Fear

Davood,

 

I should be returning to the Arbora before the third sunset following this letter.

 

There is little that I can do to stop death when it comes for us.  Do not be afraid of it, for it is the final and absolute consecration of a life.  I do not know what it is to have children nor wives, but I imagine it is difficult to escape this fear for them.  You must choose, before the final hour, as all must; are you an Auren? Father? Husband? or are you a follower of the Way, subject to its turns and endings?  When this time comes, and I hope that it will come soon for you, may you choose that which will set your feet aright and guide our people back to the solace and liberty of that which was given to them as a bounty and privelidge from the gods and the Life Tree.   Remember the words of my grandfather whose life reflected eloquently the pulse and breath of an unfettered voyager, spanning the limitless course created by feet tread unswerving, toward that guiding light which captures every wanderer, "Rely not upon the fruits of others, rather bear forth your own and do not taste of your own fruit, rather savor the fruit of others, for their's will be that much sweeter."

 

I have just received word from Lam.  He has attached his heart fully on that deluded creed by which he constructed in defiance of the ancestors and the gods.  I am praying for the wisdom and insight to see him through this but perhaps he must step through this delirium on his own.

 

Lucium