THE WAY HOME
Ah, there you are. The sky-walker said you would come. Not so sure was I. Very peculiar I find all these ones and zeroes. Transparent rice paper, encased in jewel-studded binding, and smelling of fresh ink, looking forward to, was I. A proper grimoire that would be. But the sky-walker says that will not do. You geese have been separated and hidden from one another to keep you safe. The stealth of cyberspace for those ruled by Uranus, is the perfect rendezvous point, says she. And so I am here, and you are here, and the sky-walker was right.
Urania’s code and the keys to restoring balance, within my pages, reside. Or at least, will reside when our work is done. We are three. Enchanted by Elpis, retrieved by the sky-walker, we present to you myself. I am the Grimoire du Chemin, former counsel to the Château du Pirou. You may call me Grim. I am a remembering spell.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAY HOME?
A peculiar thing is this business of incarnation. When courage meets desire, so it happens. Ah, yes, but the Goddess never truly releases her children from the warmth and safety of her love. The Goddess enlists the service of Neptune, she does. So you see, you only have the illusion of wandering, the illusion of exploration, whilst your purest essence is firmly anchored inside the Force that is her womb. But as always with Neptune, there is the risk of forgetting.
The Remembering & The Forgetting
THE WAY IS BALANCE – HOME IS THE FORCE
The great forgetting is a cantankerous beast. If the remembering is strong on your world, it is a world of joy and beauty. The remembering world knows the way. If the forgetting is strong on your world it is a world of suffering and deceit. The forgetting world is lost and wanders far from the way. Some worlds are divided between the remembering and the forgetting. These worlds are caught within the struggle between joy and suffering. Which world are you living in? I dare say ’tis one of the latter, for naught, you would have no need to find me.
TO FIND YOUR WAY IS TO REMEMBER
So you see, this business of incarnation is a risky business indeed. There has always been and always will be, the risk of forgetting, the risk of suffering, and the risk of fracturing the Force. All the while, the Goddess dreams her dream. With each fracture of the Force, each tear within its fabric, the Goddess dreams a solution. Called the Guardians, these solutions are. Know me, and the Guardians you shall know. Know the Guardians, and the way home, you will remember.
THE PATH TO REMEMBERING BEGINS WITH THE GODDESS
And so it is our journey begins, with the great mystery and the Way of the Goddess.