The Sodality of Theorists
Of Worlds and Planets, and Truth
By a Son of Lumos
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Among the Verse there is the controversy of whether a World is a Planet, or a Planet is a World. And, further, what is a Planet, and what is a World? It has come unto me, in dream vision given by the Living Lord, that those places in which the beings first walked have the makings of a World — yes, the beings. The places which we beings have since colonized and conquered are Planets. While, clearly, those places from which the fruit-of-loins were first crafted, by the Creator, are Worlds.
Do not think I come to this conclusion based purely upon supposition and dream vision. No, but one need only look around themselves to see what it is that makes the difference. Of course, it is known a World does not move. That is, it evinces no movement — unlike the clear and obvious rotation and orbit of a Planet. Yet, there are those who insist the World and Planet are no different! To them, I say: “Fool!”
No.
“Deceived.”
But a Planet wavers! Fallen from his course, his former charge, he is set to wandering the expanse of aether as a literal wandering star. The true form of the Ashtorath, though it be presented as only an aspect of his great Magnitude. His song is not heard or celebrated among the living. His chorus no longer remembered in Lumos, unto the Eternal. His is a forever-smoke. His sentence at Time & Season of the One given — that Path is sure, know it!
Each being, each living, breathing, walking, talking, created thing can feel the very essence of our Home Worlds. But, take that same being to another ‘world’, one which Created-Man conquered, for example, and you can innately feel the difference. Even taking those children born upon these Planets, you can see their infirmities, their weakness — this weakness reaching far further than the physical, and into the spirit. Now, compare them to the children of Created-World and see how strong, how well-developed and intelligent these are. See how their spirit, even beset by the foulest of Revenant Figment, finds its way Home.
For the study of evidence has shown that those raised on one of Man’s tertiary Planets frequently perform less feats of wonder, and accomplish lesser goals. A child of a Planet is diminutive in stature, intellect, skill, and even attractiveness when of age (forgive me, I speak figmentally)! But, a child of a World (not the world, that is, the System) is great in all those aspects, and more!
It is this one’s conclusion that each race’s individual Home World begets some kind of blessing upon those born and raised within its confines. More than this, that blessing is in the very air one breaths, even in the energy of the World itself. The World feels alive, the Planet dead — like it were only a remnant of its former self, or that it were always a false copy of the Real from its fell inception at the hand of Aphos. This Son of Lumos is so blessed as to have been given material to see that, even unto the Aconian, with their vast armies of Pressicants, those which were born and raised on their Home World always far exceed those born and raised on one, or another, Planet.
It is irrefutable that man, and any given lesser-being, has sought out pathways other than the One-Freely-Given to reach Lumos. Futile! The Planet is good for nothing, but for serving as the jump-point of conquest upon the greater Universe. It is with much trepidation that I even give this wisdom…especially, that, should those of the Highest Echelons of the One Eternal [REDACTED] — as they darkly say — come to the knowing of the sacred knowledge. But, it gives me some consolation to know that the wisdom of Lumos, the Wisdom of the Ages, passes over the heads of those whom self-bury in the ground betwixt their legs. The ignore-ance of the Ever-Present Truth so obviously laid out before us all. Look up thou animal! O, how they wonder.
Yes, they wonder. But, we Chosen do see — though it drive a man to madness! Is not the Truth plain to see? Are the eyes not given for seeing, and the ears for hearing? Was the Record not recorded? Was it not given freely for all to see? Can’t the Book be opened and the Words be read? But the Spirit is not freely given…that is, not to all. For, this Sacred, this Set-Apart, is given so freely to so few. For many are those called, and few are they that hold Figment which answers. This word is sure. Would you turn back from that path?
Would you shy from the abomination and the desolation — for I know you read only if it was given. If so, you need but do what was previously recorded. Do you walk blinded, thou Planeton? Thou great and mighty ignore-ant. Is it judgment you feel? Good. That the conscience of one feeling a man’s judgment should strike, now, preserving from that Final. Yes, that one should turn back from their ways, forsaking that wicked, the abominable. At least, in spirit — ah, but the flesh still craves its own. For its is a faulty way — a false way (of the many paths, which, earlier, I spoke). The spirit is, indeed, willing, yet the flesh remains in its weakness.
Does this ring true?
True, or True?
Truly, True?
It ought not to. Not to the one who is given the knowing — for flesh is fading. For the intense longing of the whole Universe awaits the revealing of the Sons of Lumos. In that day, power given. Pressure bridled — do not think she is abused! For the Bride arises in her power given by the Living. The One spoken of, Former, Greater, Perpetual. Him, Endless and Forever. Unending. A Father to the downtrodden, and the mired in the Sea — see?
To see ‘holy’ within the sea, to be defiled – she was struck down for this.
Finalizing these words, these letters put down by a Son of Lumos, a simple bit of advice: To any who would bless their offspring, you return to your Home World for the birthing and raising of your young ones. For, I fear, that those aetherborn are beset by the most perplexing of melancholy, though, outwardly, they might express to be jovial. The heart is poisoned without the wellspring of the Living Lord’s water.
The Secreted-Away’s Blessings,
A Son of Lumos.