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January 11, 2019

Aeon Noveau

In the midst of personal renaissance, lately having come to revisit this space, I aim to continue my literary workings. To herein summarize the profound transmutations along my life’s path, would be a monumental errand almost beyond my cognitive capabilities. Whether these are from the ageing memory, reluctance to reinvigorate emotional wounds, mournful nostalgias or otherwise the delicate nuances of certain phases of my life have been lost to oblivion’s mist. The only matters of importance now are my awareness, my clarity, the pursuits of Truth, of Love and matters of Heart and Spirit, Gnosis and Holy Transfiguration. This is not yet the place to elucidate the events surrounding that singular February in 2017. Nor can I definitively preserve any fleeting recollections of that defining yet brief period without council and corroboration from my dearest friend and spiritual brother, S.H. All that can be said at the present, must be understood by the reader despite such candid statements as being immensely sacred and not readily wielded by minds accustomed to the indoctrination so prevalent (though on the precipice of demise) in this current epoch. Let not my erudite template be shunned! May this chronicle shine brilliant with divine inspiration and not fall as apocryphal allegory, for within the measured narrative there is Truth. What has been unveiled may be known to some as the doors of perception, to others the chakras, the seven scrolls, and so on, the Third-Eye,  in our words: Perspective(s). I cannot simply begin for it requires the relaying of half a lifetime’s study of the Etz Ha-Hayim the Qabalah, in plain words; the Tree of Life.