Preparing the Way

I closed the book and set it on my desk, between the keyboard and the screen. After nearly a year of research and contemplation, the vision was complete. I could see it clearly now, from the final scene to the opening. It was time to begin.

I moved into the heart, and took up the vision – the conflicts between the forces of light and darkness, between romance and duty, peace and war, love and hate – the great struggle for the Return of the World Teacher.

From the heart I aligned upward, through the head center, to and through the ageless wisdom, with the Divine Plan, and held that line of relationship with the story.

From the heart I aligned outward, in frequency, with my brain – the physical instrument of creativity – and with its capacity to formulate words.

Holding that alignment, from The Plan, through the vision, with the words, I began to write…


“I held the candle over the pile of moldy bones, and gazed from the skull to the thighs. Those were about as long as mine, so he’d been tall. The healed cuts —on the left shin and across several ribs— suggested a fighting man. I held the candle close to what remained of the knees, found the stress points on the inside, and nodded to myself. He’d been a fellow knight.

“He still had nearly all his teeth, and those were not worn down, so he’d been young, perhaps scarce older than me. There was no obvious sign of what had killed him, and despite my pressing interest in the question, I was not going to poke through his remains to learn more. I’d find out for myself soon enough.”


Namaste,

Glen


(The quotation is an excerpt from The Knight of the Temple, Vol. II. A work in progress.)