The People Speak:
Today we sit -- lay our burdens down together -- as the tides of fate roll in and out, washing the grit from our feet as well as our eyes. Steady goes the journey and steadier still with our loads lightened. Packs on our backs, we have leapt impossible gaps and strode jagged stones that spilt our own blood. We have balanced onward up the mountain with a tightly knit rope connecting us. Who ever heard of a beach atop a mountain? Yet here we are, in worlds unknown where the old laws do not apply.
The journey thus far has strengthened our backs. The beach that lays before us is a cosmic one. We ready ourselves to dive into space, that we may gather in our arms and hold up the world. That we may relieve Atlas of his burden, take it up ourselves, and carry it straight into the heart of the sun's flaming glory. This has been our task and ours alone since the beginning of time. As this load crushes us day by day, and teaches us to reach deeper within ourselves to find more strength to bear it, we have found over the course of eternity, an unlimited well of strength to draw upon. So much of our journey has been to develop the spiritual mechanisms by which to draw the water out from that well. Drink and be refreshed. The next leg lies ahead. The load is lighter but the grade is steeper and still the ground is wild and the path lies unbeaten. But we do not worry because the well does not run dry.
Haggard and hungry, we seek the food of freedom. We know this food is fire, but our spirits have been tempered to digest it. Like Prometheus, we shall give this fire to humanity. So it is given, as we carry the Earth into the Sun. The families are weary. The families are cold. The families are eager to move on. Their spirits are dwindling and flickering like candles near the snuffing point. We have heard their cries and are attending to their needs. So we shall continue to do until the planet is engulfed in flame, when all bellies are sated, and our very bodies are transformed as one with those heavenly flames.
Tomorrow we will stand up and continue our march, but today we rest. Today we hold hands in the old sacred circle, close our eyes, and say nothing. Let the wind speak. Let the deer speak. Let the pine speak. Quickly time will cut the day, but we will be peace until then.
My family falls to our knees before yours, gives thanks for this offering of solace, and bows our heads. Eternal brothers and sisters, eternal non-binary kin, we identify your strife. We look upon you and we see the knots that roil within you and we do not flinch. The hands of angels attend to these knots, massaging and gently uncoiling them, easing the pains in your hearts and your minds and your guts. Even now, we attend. Especially now, we care. Just as leaves dancing in breezes and glinting in sunlight is a natural expression of the being of a tree. Healing is a natural expression of our being.
The breaking of the spirit is a natural form of evolution, just as the breaking of a seed as it grows to be a plant. The spirit is broken, healed, broken, and healed again. Each time, the spirit grows larger and the consciousness becomes more complex and closer to divine. This is the simple nature of experience. Many of you know this. Some of you embrace it. We are there for you, to help you grow as long as you allow.
Today we sing for you. Today the sun shines and the wind blows and the rivers gurgle and the trees and grasses dance -- all for you, my beloveds.