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#13172539 Apr 04, 2017 at 11:22 PM · Edited over 3 years ago
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The light guides us in many ways. She holds our hand in the darkest of moments and shows us the right way to wander. Our steps become eased, our minds rested, as the warmth embraces us as one of its own. A motherly figure, the divine light is homed in us all. It just takes a steady mind, compassionate heart, and a willingness to achieve this greater power and see it to its full potential. Let it guide us, as it will light the right path.





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#13179691 Apr 07, 2017 at 08:15 PM · Edited over 4 years ago
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“Try not to ever take anything too seriously or take criticisms too harshly. We’re training you to be brave and strong in the face of adversity. But, never forget who you are at the core”
• Muriah Laldere of the First Regiment.





gentle fingertip would trace along the spine of the passing tomes and booklets; several years of historical knowledge bound in between the covers of each passing novel. From cover to cover, these mysteries would press and squeeze against one another; leaving much to the imagination. An eager mind finds its peace in the comfort of indulgence, finding new and interesting things out about anything and everything. A well-fed mind is one that will be more mindful of its surroundings. A faint scraping sound echoed in the dull air between the figure and the shelving, that fingertip still tracing each spine with intrigue.


The lips of the figure would curl, letting a more prominent enjoyment sprawl to the visage of their face; a simple expression. The finger ceased the wandering motion when it nestled atop the thicker spine of the lot. In motion, the digit trailed upward and pried the nail tip to the lip of the binding and tugged it slowly; unsettling it from between the tight hold.
The book would crook outward at a decent angle, leaving room for it to expose the pressed pages. That finger came to move toward the mid of the novels spine and soon became many; the other digits joining in the coiled motion. With a gingerly grasp to the tome, the figure would pry the reading out; letting the other tomes to gently teeter inward and rest along one another. The shelf looked a bit emptier, with the removal of the reading. In quick, the figure turned about and moved toward the vacant table close by, placing the thick tome atop the wooden surface.

With the utmost ease, the figure settled their frame onto the small seat and cozied themselves into it. Once settled, that delicate hand hovered above the novel and let the haunting hues dance along the embodiment of the cover; reading the scripted title in the leather. ‘‘The Virtuous Life’. A rich tome of the in-depth values of the three main virtues, of the Holy Church. A more quizzical expression dawned the mask of the visage, allowing those daunting tones study the letting before further indulging into the read.

Thus, started the journey into the divine teachings. A path that could only be taken with time, commitment, and understanding. Trial's and tries of ones patience. Within this novel, was the outlines.
The mere vision of the whole pathway that would soon guide and shape the shy doe in its sights. Beyond the horizon is a higher power, a greater essence, that would shape the figure into a modest; and well rounded, Priestess. A tale, a simple story, or arduous work and dedication. Beyond the first page, came many more. Beyond this book, would come several questions. Questions that would soon find answers. Yet, many that would not have one at all.

“The Holy Light offers us the grace necessary to persevere in the pursuit of the virtues. Everyone should always ask for this grace of strength, pray frequently, cooperate with the guiding voice of the Holy Light, and follow its calls to love what is good and shun evil.”
• Sir Paulidarius Valtaran, The Virtuous Life.


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#13181310 Apr 08, 2017 at 10:11 PM · Edited over 3 years ago
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#13220204 Apr 30, 2017 at 09:46 PM · Edited over 4 years ago
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"A bell tolls in a chime of three. A melody that only echoes in the land below. Though, its harmony can flow through the minds of many and place them in the utmost of ease. Soothing the savage beast...But.. can it be misleading? Can it bestow such false hopes into the hearts of many?"



Awakening..
The sun rising and shining its warmth onto the lands of many. Providing them with purity and guidance. A solemn ray can shine the way for many. As, they seek out their purpose in the eyes of our skies above. The holy nature, is with in everyone. But, the truthful teachings can only be taught to those whom seek it in full. Feel it in their hearts… see it in their minds. An unalloyed soul, that is seen in the smallest rays, shines brightly in the darkest of times. When covered in the drape of shadows, they do not succumb to the abyss’ cry. They out glow it, breaking free and emerging victorious once more. Re-birthing, from the trials and more effulgent than before. This, is the start.


he valued three, a bell chimes in the toll of time. It tells a tale that lets us see the truth of our ways. The value of three, rings lucid with perfection. Respect, Tenacity and Compassion. Respect, being the fore told rule of living. It teaches us the value of others and their well-being. To confine to their wishes with a keen eye. To stay sincere, when things grow sour. A value, in which we seek the most from. It’s the core strength, that brings us to gleam into the window pane of the Holy Light. Respect, goes a long way. It serves us in ways others may throw aside. It’s teaching is quite practiced. For, in the tougher of times, it’s what lets us shine through. It lets us become that guiding light. It’s what makes us stand up as a worshiper and lets others see the reality of whom we are as a church. As a follower of the teachings. Respect, is the unsung voice.




n the melody of rings, one might hear a more prominent and consistent echo. Something that lingers longer than the other two melodies. It’s the harmony, of it all. The brute force that pulls us through the trudge of judgement. Tenacity. A moral that makes us bold and brave. We work together and push through it all. The teaching itself lets us stick to our words and lets us run through the rough scenarios. A bestowed value, that can be hard to master. For, many may see it as prudence and an unwilling motive to not co-operate. But, if you let the teachings ease you with guidance, you will soon learn the real potential of its real reason. Tenacity, is not a stubborn motive. It’s a firmness that lets one do what they must to ensure the safety of everyone. Without it, the other values crumble. Tenacity, is the foundation of the church.




ith brute force, comes reason and rhyme. A softer approach to the many things we face. A kind, gentle soul can sooth the savage beast. Compassion is a well-rounded mind that can coax and comfort the harmed or overburdened. Like a sweet song, it’s job is to help dulcify. It’s a joy, a glory, and a heartwarming thing. For, this is the soil to the garden bed that lets the flowers blossom and bloom. A docile voice, with the proper words, can make any situation become rational and clear. It pushes the dark clouds aside and shines conveyance to all that seek it. Though, a wary mind is advised. For, a small mix in annunciation or poor judgement to its value, it can be taken in ill manner. This, virtue, can be the most complex of the three. Anyone, can be ‘compassionate’. But, it takes a true soul to perfect it and make it real. An honest, guided mind.



Respect, Tenacity, Compassion. The songs thoust can sing. A voice that echo’s the teachings, will never forget their rings. A tell-tale, a mighty story. A path to the righteous ways. The value of these build the core and reason. The steeping stones to the climb above. To go beyond the light and see the axiom. Without the smaller stones to peddle across, we fall and tussle beneath. Lost, and seeking. To a Priestess, that seeks more, this becomes the story. No matter the crumble to the stepping stone, there will be a way about it. There’s always a solution. In our hearts, a warmth pulsates and conjures, keeping us safe and willing to push forth. It guides us, for it’s the rhythm of our essences.


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#13255618 May 20, 2017 at 01:28 AM · Edited over 3 years ago
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#13322400 Jun 27, 2017 at 11:11 PM · Edited over 4 years ago
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In darkness, I cry out to the LIGHT; the LIGHT heareth my
voice.
O, let It ever be a Pentive when I give voice to my pleas.
My soul waiteth for the LIGHT; I watch for It at daybreak.
Verily, mercy cometh from the LIGHT, and fullness of
redemption withal.
In my suffering, I was cast down and enemies trod upon
me;
But the LIGHT in glory heard my cries, and raised me full
effulgent.
Although within the night my feet may stumble and may
fall, ⁸When I behold the Dawn, my way is clear, my woes
forgone.


May it be so.




Before us all, is something we don’t see often. But, miss often. Our eyes have adjusted to much, letting our minds grow used to the harshness that surrounds us. Before you, is light. It shines through the stain glass and lavishes a room to make it seem more bright and homely. But, where it does not cascade, comes the hidden realities. Most, see it as a simple shadow cast. A natural change in light. But others, see it a place to dwell. A looming abyss to hide and cloak themselves. It’s easily missed. Hardly recognized as a threat. By the light, many will just get a candle and try to place it in that little crook of the room. Just to make it less drab. But, what happens when the darkness engulfs that little spec of light? When it takes that small aura of hope and swallows it whole? It no longer exists. Or, at least, that’s what the daunting obscurity wants you to think. It wishes you to feel numb and void of all those pleasantries. It wishes to suckle the life from your very core. But, all's not lost. For, you’re never too far from that glimmer of change. Even when you feel the pieces of your soul are too far from sight, they will always find a way back together. Taking a new shape and mending into a more unbreakable bond. For, we learn from our falters. We build those walls up stronger to protect the value of our beliefs and defend the virtues we hone.


A simple toss and turn in the depth of sight, lay the restless one. Within the mind, comes a deep and powerful aura that claws and looms to escape. A visage, a figure of harsh essences. With their hand held forth, comes misguided trust, a sense of false hope. If one were to grasp the hand, they’d find themselves in a new world. The environment shifting and twisting into something harsh. Something, dark. The mist that pours from the hooded one’s cowl simply engulfs you into its choking clutch; rendering your body still. Useless, a lifeless frame. You become the puppet to all his own. The power, you once held over others, now used against your own form. For, the games tables have turned.

There, you stand, gasping for air. Begging for it, in what little voice you can produce and yet.. you can’t even muster the right sounds to escape their hold. You tremble, you try to hold onto all you hone. Yet, you can’t cut the strings that clutch you down. Your hand, becomes held by their own. A figure of oddity grasping into the fumbling digits that guide your senses. The cognitive, working against you. For, they are in control.

Trapped, like a song bird in a cage, you become their pet to toy with. A mere creature to poise amusement to their ploys. They will open the cage doors and let you free. But, you grow a sense of needing to return. As if, that’s all you know… as if it’s all you’ll ever know. Conditioned and pushed into a direction of losing hope in one’s self. As if, they are just leeching the one shining light out of your soul. Sapping you, like a maple tree in winter. You become a life source, a sense of food for them to feast upon. All for what? Amusement and purpose. To have a selfish gain for their thoughts and their thoughts alone. Lies, treason... and agony. Are all you know. But, it’s not all for ought. For, when the light finally shines, it brings the rightful just. It guides, offering its warm embrace and slowly pulls you from the grasping clutches of the darkness. Letting the muck string off your form and letting your breath.

There’s much, to learn from an experience as such. To know that you can tread a line and falter. But, it’s a matter of how your get back on track. We all make mistakes, mistakes that will follow us to the bitter end. But, it’s when you push past those mistakes and heed the call of your true self. Realize, that all is not lost. To know that you, hone what you know. For, the Light may give. But, it is you who must put the effort to make it real. Prayer, is but clearance. But, it’s our promises to the light. The promises that we must work to keep..

There’s much the light teaches us. For, what it doesn’t; we learn on our own. Unity, is a vast majority of its true essence. We come together as one to create a strong, and solid, unit. We weave our hands and hold onto them tightly as we work side by side. No matter where you stand, no matter the belief. We are the strongest when conjoined. In these dark times, we must work together and simply become one. For, with unity, comes many of the virtues and its core strengths. If we split ourselves, then we find ourselves slowly crumbling to the ground below. Suffocating in the crumbling ash. The many make the strength while the few fade and wither away. A saying that portrays the reality. For, when we work toward the same outcome, we will shine our greatest. The shadow, on the other hand, scatters and becomes wilted. Only striving for themselves and that alone. Their needs, are outweighed by the many. But, the many do hear the call of the few. One, is not without the other.

Our ideal is to recognize, to display what is and isn’t seen. To show the potentials of what can come up from beneath the very nose. We’ve become so blind to it.. Seeing the harshness and just trying to forget about it. When, we must recognize it. We must make an effort to see the faults and the woes. The suffering of others can pull you in within a single bat of an eye. Our compassion, can be taken and used against us. Our strengths, can be channeled and forced to do worse. Our respect.. Can be torn and manipulated to show them as the victim. When, we are truly theirs. It fogs our minds, it plays the upper hand. A simple flick of a silver tongue and some instantly become hazy eyed.

Let us not forget the light. For, the light is what guides us through all these trying times. Let us not fall into the abyssal void of the entities that try to win us over. Using their mythical and ominosity to lure the working mind. For, we are powerless.. If we don’t keep strong. Follow the path, the one your heart truly races for. Chase the goal and seek the guiding source..



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#13400282 Aug 17, 2017 at 02:00 PM
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A simple toss and turn in the depth of sight, lay the restless one. Within the mind, comes a deep and powerful aura that claws and looms to escape. A visage, a figure of harsh essences. With their hand held forth, comes misguided trust, a sense of false hope. If one were to grasp the hand, they’d find themselves in a new world. The environment shifting and twisting into something harsh. Something, dark. The mist that pours from the hooded one’s cowl simply engulfs you into its choking clutch; rendering your body still. Useless, a lifeless frame. You become the puppet to all his own. The power, you once held over others, now used against your own form. For, the games tables have turned.

There, you stand, gasping for air. Begging for it, in what little voice you can produce and yet.. you can’t even muster the right sounds to escape their hold. You tremble, you try to hold onto all you hone. Yet, you can’t cut the strings that clutch you down. Your hand, becomes held by their own. A figure of oddity grasping into the fumbling digits that guide your senses. The cognitive, working against you. For, they are in control.

Trapped, like a song bird in a cage, you become their pet to toy with. A mere creature to poise amusement to their ploys. They will open the cage doors and let you free. But, you grow a sense of needing to return. As if, that’s all you know… as if it’s all you’ll ever know. Conditioned and pushed into a direction of losing hope in one’s self. As if, they are just leeching the one shining light out of your soul. Sapping you, like a maple tree in winter. You become a life source, a sense of food for them to feast upon. All for what? Amusement and purpose. To have a selfish gain for their thoughts and their thoughts alone. Lies, treason... and agony. Are all you know. But, it’s not all for ought. For, when the light finally shines, it brings the rightful just. It guides, offering its warm embrace and slowly pulls you from the grasping clutches of the darkness. Letting the muck string off your form and letting your breath.

There’s much, to learn from an experience as such. To know that you can tread a line and falter. But, it’s a matter of how your get back on track. We all make mistakes, mistakes that will follow us to the bitter end. But, it’s when you push past those mistakes and heed the call of your true self. Realize, that all is not lost. To know that you, hone what you know. For, the Light may give. But, it is you who must put the effort to make it real. Prayer, is but clearance. But, it’s our promises to the light. The promises that we must work to keep..

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