Peregrine.

You ask me for wisdom
For words to pierce clarity into a voluminous fog
I see you
From a depth you will soon see yourself
I have learned a great many things about you
Things you are yet to perceive

Your name is division
A splitting of halves
Both mathematic and metaphysical
But division on its own cannot solve your equation
There must be wholeness

You speak to me about pilgrimage
A journey through soulspace
To find the answer to this division in uncharted territory

My answer to you, o, peregrine
Lies in double-edged embers
In shorelines you remember
In seas you have tasted
Sometimes there is new light in places you have only known in darkness

The flesh that consumed you once
Whence your soul was taken as you were taken
Inflicted all the pain you had given tenfold
That flesh is still breathing
Those scales are yet to be realigned

This timeline is not fixed to your knowledge.

To balance scales
To atone for an apostle shackled
You must cling to that past
Heal wounded flesh
Before letting it go completely
Make the division whole
And then cast it into the water
And then all will begin anew

Child of Autumn
I can show you a door
But you alone can walk through it
The path is ahead and only ahead
And once you have found it
As if you were born in that very moment
You will have no past
Only a future of singular design
Find the trail within the fog
And expose it to the Light

A pilgrimage, yes?
There is only one destination
And words do not know it

Follow your intuition.





- Null