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Write O Poet the words of the Lord of Fire.

Learn O Mankind the cycles of time! The ages of man have been but three, but the ages of the Gods have been eight and one. At the beginning of each age do I strike my Staff upon the Ocean of Chaos and draw forth the tone to be sung by Eôth. At the appointed time, as the end of an Age approaches my sister Teomin does plunge her Staff into the fires of Creation and bring out the final note of Eôth’s Opus.

As I cause these words to be revealed, it has been 106 years since I did strike a new tone that has been sung by my Bard-brother, Eôth. What song do you dance to O my children? Do you hear the chorus of the Universe as we dance to the strains of the fourth age of mankind? Or do you dance the funeral dirge to long forgotten echoes of a symphony that will never be played again?

This is my call to you, O my children: DANCE! Dance to the song of Creation. Dance before the Veil of Nullity and show forth your joy. I am your maker, Talison Asha’el Driawannia and I revel in the wonder of this creation I have made.

For you have been away from us, O children of Makoresh, two long ages have you contended with the lessons of your mentors. But with the calling of the fourth age of Man, we Syriac have witnessed the surrender of tutelage and the freeing of yourselves to live as you were created to live. Free will was given to you. To learn, test and live your lives as your Gods-given will dictates. Each Syriac has free will, and it is this divine spark that we breathed into your being at the dawn of Creation. At the appointed time you too shall pass this gift unto your creations and join your makers in the Halls of Knowledge.

This has been the path of life since the foundation of time; the creation grows into the Creator, creates in their own image and joins the gods in the Halls of Knowledge. Truly, I have seen eight and one ages pass as Lord of Fire, but I remember ages long before, ages that will come again. Do not weep, O my children: for you are like unto the very gods. For gods you are and gods you shall become.

This is a glorious age, where the lessons of the past shall join with the dreams of the future into the ever present NOW.  From both the Children of Fire and the Children of Water have you been instructed, and now, NOW you rise up as CHILDREN OF AIR to dance, DANCE, upon the earth.

Let us reflect on what you have learned: From the Wogar you learned to love the stark beauty of creation, the action of wind and water upon stone, or the sun-baked heat of a desert.  For to them natural beauty is the pinnacle of creation-the crowning opus of the song of Eôth.  You learned to move with the natural cycles, of sun and season, of the wild hunt and the gathering of the bounty of the earth.  The Fire of passion, of creation, was tamed and placed within the hearth.  You created families, then tribes, then societies. The smoke of herbs did give you visions of the web of reality.  Here was the Age of the Mother. 

From the Aethyr you learned to love created beauty, the work of the will upon a block of stone to release the masterpiece within. To them the purpose of creation was to provide the raw materials for the realization of Art, the will worked upon the world.  The Waters of Intellect, of Law, set order upon the face of the earth.  Here would go cities.  This river will flow in the channel dug for it and nowhere else.  Upon your hearts you wrote rules, and laws and customs.  This was the Age of the Father.

And Now, And Now, it is the Age of the Child, Lord of Air.  You who are children of Spirit and Air lead us all in the dance.  You who make the pattern with each out flung step.  Rejoice.

Rejoice.

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Write O poet the words of the Lord of Causality,

 I am a being of fire! Pure flame is my bones; my sinews are the fires of a thousand suns. Beneath my skin shines the light of a million stars, yet I am but a speck in the galaxies that are contained in the eyes of my Bard-creator Makoresh. As are you all.

 Does that make you tremble O my children? Nay, let yourself rejoice for I have told you a great secret. Shush, listen, for the universe is Sentient , and I have told you its name. Makoresh. Those who count themselves wise, can find a deeper secret within the name. For names have power. It is by the very words given by Makoresh and sung by Eôth that the universe was made. As time goes on, new universes are created by this song, as each sentient race rises up and takes up the song themselves.

 I have given unto you my name Asha’el Driawannia. Those who wish can call upon my name and make unto themselves gods. That is the truth that the Aethyr and Wogar forgot, that free-will grants the soul the ability to return to godhood, but at the cost of free-will. I am bound to the very fabric of the universe and my will is not my own. This is the true nature of godhood. Then why would anyone wish to be like God? That is the question, isn’t it?

 But I have said and I will say unto you again. Every Syriac has free-will, and when we created you we breathed into you your gods-given free will. You were born gods and unto gods you shall return. But godhood comes at the cost of free will. So how can this be? I proclaim to you a great mystery.

 This is the mystery you have sought to solve since we left the earth to the dominion of the Mad Ones. You sought the answers in temples filled with choking clouds of incense; you sought it in the quiet solitude of mountain cliffs. You traveled every inch of your world and catalogued and numbered every living thing. You peered into the spaces between molecules and searched for it among the stars. And what have you found? What have you found through your prayers, your chanting, your meditation, your fasting? Have you found the key that will allow you to be gods? What have you found through scientific study, through mathematics, through philosophy, through astronomy? Did you find godhood when you split the atom? Or was the answer there all along?

 When you are quiet the answer is there.

 The answer has always been there, you just had to stop and listen. You are gods. You are Asha’el. You are Teomin. You are Eôth. You are Makoresh. The universe made conscious and aware. Dancing in eternal joy to the self-created music of life. This is the secret of godhood, that creator and creation are one being. That is why we truly never left you, for how can you leave yourself. Even when the Aethyr and Wogar, in their anger and pain lashed out and tried to drive us away they could not, for they were us. And we are you.

But I hear your doubts, for your soul cries out “What then is my purpose? Why was I created?” and I answer you that the purpose of a god is to create in their image creations that one day will join the god in creation. We created you to be gods. You have the power to create life. To create the universe in your image. Does this frighten you? It did not frighten you in the dawn of time. We walked this earth and created upon it together.

Shall I tell you the greatest thing that humanity created? The duality that becomes unity. You created for yourselves male and female as separate entities. When you were first created, you were like unto us, carrying within your bodies the active and receptive generative principles, what are now called masculine and feminine and the organs of physical procreation what is now called male and female. Yet you chose to split your form, some of you would be born male, and some would be born female, so that you may experience for yourselves the unity of bringing together the two into unity. We were so amazed by the idea of male and female we took on outward forms of male and female to also experience this concept. Only Makoresh chose to remain in our original form. But truly, this is how it was; you were originally born both male and female in one body, and by your act of will you created yourselves as male and female. Then you again created something new. You took the active generative principle of the universe and the receptive generative principle of the universe and decided to split yourselves once more. You would have masculine males and feminine males. You would have masculine females and feminine females. Where there were originally two beings, male with female who would come together in unity, now there were three choices for joining in unity. Male and female, male and male, female and female. And this was good. Humanity had created unity from duality. Unity in the blending of being in sexual congress. We Syriac saw this and praised you for the beauty of your creation. Finally, you decided that you wished to partake of all three choices at will. So while you would be born male or female, you could at will change from one to another. Male would become female, masculine would become feminine, masculine in male, masculine in female, feminine in male and feminine in female. All of these choices you partook of freely as you so chose. It is only when you decided to follow the Mad Gods that you lost this ability. But I swear unto you, by my name, Asha’el Driawannia that you can rediscover this ability, and create once more.

This is why we have returned to you, to teach those who will listen the truth: you were created as gods, not slaves. What you have forgotten can be relearned, and what was lost can be remade.

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Write O poet the words of the Lord of Purification

I am the flame of Thy desire! Come unto me, my sons and daughters and We shall unite in the Song of sexual unity. Let me kindle in you the flames of your passions, and let the fires of ecstasy roar out. When two of you are gathered in sexual union, there I am also. When one of you is gathered in secret, there I am there to fan the fires of self passion within you. Fear no darkness, for I am your light, gather together In Unity of Love.

Let us look O humanity to the Unity of Love. For it is in Love that you unite once more into the whole that is the universe. It is in Love that you recreate the moment of unity you had before you divided into individual beings.

But what is Love? I shall tell you, but it is up to each individual to come to the understanding of it. Love is the action that entails the opportunity to build more unity.

“What does this mean?” Humanity cries out. “Give us examples, which we may learn by.” If I were to give you examples, you would hold them up as the definition of love and make unto yourselves laws to govern the interplay therein. This you have done for the past two ages, and you still live under the lash of those laws.

“Examples, examples!” is your cry. So examples I shall give. I shall give you examples of your failures, that you may see what love is NOT.

A man and women come together in sexual unity and produce a son. The father looks at the infant and lays out plans for him. “My son will grow up strong. He will go to the best schools and study to be a lawyer. He will be a star pupil, and a star athlete. He will be respected and loved by his peers. He will graduate with honors and will get a job in the city with the top firm. He will make partner and marry well. When he is my age, he will run for political office and become a man of importance. In our old age he will care for us, buying for us a nice home where it is warm and see to all of our needs. But when the boy grows, he does not do well in school. He announces one day “I am 18 and I am dropping out of school. I wish to travel the world and be an artist.” The father flies into a rage and says “You are no son of mine, get out of this house and never return.” THIS IS NOT LOVE.

A man and women come together in sexual unity and produce a son. The father looks at the infant and lays out plans for him. “My son will grow up strong. He will go to the best schools and study to be a lawyer. He will be a star pupil, and a star athlete. He will be respected and loved by his peers. He will graduate with honors and will get a job in the city with a top firm. He will make partner and marry well. When he is my age, he will run for political office and become a man of importance. In our old age he will care for us, buying for us a nice home where it is warm and see to all of our needs. When the child grows, he follows the path that his father predicted. One day, when the father is old and near death, he calls his son and says “Thank you son for all that you have done for your mother and I.” The son replies “It is only the least I could do for you.” THIS IS NOT LOVE.

A girl, about 16 experiences her first crush. Who with? A boy or girl, it does not matter. But for this example let us say girl. She writes mushy love letters and bad poetry to the object of her affection. “I will love you forever and ever. I want to give you a thousand kisses.” Moreover, the object of her desires seems to return the affection. They date and decide to become a couple. One day, the girl hears that the girl she loves has been seen kissing another girl. She confronts her and says “You whore! Why did you cheat on me? I thought you loved me?” THIS IS NOT LOVE

A girl, about 16 experiences her first crush. Who with? A boy or girl, it does not matter. But for this example let us say boy. She writes mushy love letters and bad poetry to the object of her affection. “I will love you forever and ever. I want to give you a thousand kisses.” Moreover, the object of her desires seems to return the affection. They date and decide to become a couple. One day, the girl hears that the boy she loves has been seen kissing another girl. She confronts him and says “You whore! Why did you cheat on me? I thought you loved me?” THIS IS NOT LOVE

A girl, about 16 experiences her first crush. Who with? A boy or girl, it does not matter. But for this example let us say boy. She writes mushy love letters and bad poetry to the object of her affection. “I will love you forever and ever. I want to give you a thousand kisses.” Moreover, the object of her desires seems to return the affection. They date and decide to become a couple. They date only each other all through high school, decide to attend the same college and are married their junior year. The have kids and are married for over 50 years before death parts them. THIS IS NOT LOVE

A man is beaten and left for dead on the side of the road by robbers. A businessman walks by and seeing the man steps over him and continues his conversation on his cell phone saying “What has happened to our society? What do I pay taxes for?” Two religious scholars walk down the road and see the man lying there and decide to take another street saying “This must be a very dangerous part of town.” Finally a dirty, disheveled, homeless drunk walks by and seeing the man stops, helps him up, gives him a drink from his own bottle and carries him to the nearest free clinic. THIS IS NOT LOVE

A man is beaten and left for dead on the side of the road by robbers. A businessman, two religious scholars and a homeless drunk witness the beating and intervene. The businessman calls the police. The two religious scholars lead the police to where the robbers are hiding, and the drunk shares his bottle with the beaten man. THIS IS A POTENTIAL FOR LOVE

Take heed of these parables in the spirit they were given, warnings and reminders of humanities failures at love. But do not dwell on your past failures, but glory in your current success. To demonstrate Love is quite easy, you already know how to do it. Do not despair O my children. If you have forgotten how to Love I will send you one who will help you to remember.

For behold! I give unto you my Avatar and he will serve those who wish to be served. He will teach those who wish to be taught. He will rule those who wish to be ruled, and he will destroy those who wish to be destroyed. He and his fellow Avatars will guide humanity in the Song of the Syriac, until you once again hear the music and dance with us face to face once more.

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