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Few realize that even at the present stage of civil ization in this world, there are souls who, like the priests of the ancient temples, walk the earth and watch and guard the sacred fires that burn upon the altar of humanity. Purified ones they are, who have renounced the life of this sphere in order to guard and protect the Flame, that spiritual principle in man, now hidden beneath the ruins of his fallen temple. As we think of the nations that are past, of Greece and Rome and the grandeur that was Egypt’s, we sigh as we recall the story of their fall; and we watch the nations of today, not knowing which will be the next to draw its shroud around itself and join that great ghostly file of peoples that are dead. But everywhere, even in the rise and fall of nations, we see through the haze of materiality, justice; every where we see reward, not of man but of the invincible One, the eternal Flame. A great hand reaches out from the unseen and regu lates the affairs of man. It reaches out from that great spiritual Flame which nourishes all created things, the never dying fire that burns on the sacred altar of Cosmos that great fire which is the spirit of God. If we turn again to the races now dead, we shall, if we look, find the cause of their destruction. The light had gone out. When the flame within the body is with drawn, the body is dead. When the light was taken from the altar, the temple was no longer the dwelling place of a living God. Degeneracy, lust, and passion, hates and fears, crept into the souls of Greece and Rome, and Black Magic overshadowed Egypt; the light upon the altar grew weaker and weaker. The priests lost the Word, the name of the Flame. Little by little the Flame flickered out, and as the last spark grew cold, a mighty nation died, buried beneath the dead ashes of its own spiritual fire. But the Flame did not die. Like spirit of which it is the essence, it cannot die, because it is life, and life cannot cease to be. In some wilderness of land or sea it rested once again, and there rose a mighty nation around that flame. So history goes on through the ages. As long as a people are true to the Flame, it remains, but when they cease to nourish it with their lives, it goes on to other lands and other worlds. Those who worship this Flame are now called heathens. Little do we realize that we are heathen ourselves until we are baptised of the Holy Spirit, Which is Fire, for fire is Light, and the children of the Flame are the Sons of Light, even as God is Light. There are those who have for ages labored with man to help him to kindle within himself this spark, which is his divine birthright. It is these who by their lives: of self-sacrifice and service have awakened and tended this fire, and who through ages of study have learned the mystery it contained, that we now call the ’’Initiates of the Flame.’’ For ages they have labored with mankind to help him to uncover the light within himself, and on the pages of history they have left their seal, the seal of Fire. Unhonored and unsung they have labored with humanity, and now their lives are used as fairy stories to amuse children, but the time will yet come when the world shall know the work they did, and realize that our present civilization is raised upon the shoulders of the mighty demigods of the past. We stand as Faust stood, with all our lore, a fool no wiser than before, because we refuse to take the truths they gave us and the evidence of their experiences. Let us honor these Sons of the Flame, not by words, but by so living that has their sacrifice shall not been vain. They have shown us the way, they have led man to the gateway of the unknown, and there in their robes of glory passed be hind the Veil. Their lives were the key to their wisdom, as it must always be. They have gone, but in history they stand, milestones on the road of human progress.

Sometimes your biggest losses end up introducing you to your biggest gains. Sometimes, you do not end up with the person your heart chooses. Sometimes, you cannot make your love a one-size-fits all for the circumstances, or the opportunities, or the changes that are unfolding in your life. Sometimes you have to lay all of your hope down; you have to stop it from pouring out of you and into a love that will never be nourished enough to meet you where you are right now. But you cannot forget that in walking away, in creating that space, you are giving yourself the opportunity to meet the person who will stay. The person who shows up for you. The person who will understand the depth of your feeling, the person who will make you understand why it never worked out with anyone else, and you are going to be so glad that you worked through the loss, that you let go with grace, because it led you to them. Sometimes, the hardest seasons of your life are growing you into a version of yourself that recognizes your own strength, that believes in your capacity to rebuild even the most broken parts of who you are. Sometimes, it is within those moments, it is within that dark, where you meet your survival, where you learn to weather whatever storm life manages to send your way. And sometimes, you will not know where this quiet power has come from, you will not know how or when the healing began, but it will be there. It will always arrive, quietly in the night, after weeks, or months, or years of pushing your way into the world. And it is within that reality, it is within that softening, that you will be reminded of all the ways you continue to beat the odds. It is within that journey, it is within that fight, where you will be reminded of how you overcame all of the things you once thought would defeat you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ You deserve someone who wants to know why you scream out the lyrics to your favorite songs when they come on, the books you keep on your table beside the bed, and the reason why the tears seem to form most when it is quiet. you deserve someone who will not judge your past, hold you when you can’t see yourself the way they do, and see value in the scars you’ve been given over the years. you deserve someone who cares to ask why you have earmarked certain pages and what you are afraid of so they’ll know how to give their best effort in protecting you from it all. there are no perfect humans walking amongst us, but if we provide someone the ability to sleep in peace, live fully, and feel appreciated, we are living the best example of perfection. you deserve answers to the tough questions, truth instead of blatant lies, and hands that never go without touching you. if what you’re asking is too much for someone, they are incapable of giving what it takes to have you. it isn’t your fault and you don't have high standards. you are simply tired of the bullshit and want someone accountable who values the same things you do in a relationship. life is nothing more than choices, and i hope you are able to make one when you are ready to share that piece of your heart kept under your bed which only gets brought out when your eyes refuse to close. remember, never settle just because it feels right. settling causes animosity and negative energy you want nothing to do with. it will end up poisoning you down the road. you deserve someone who understands all of this and still wants to kiss you each morning with eyes that have missed you. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ✧ ۫ ִ ٠ㅤㅤ/Bāëutifūl/ ㅤㅤㅤStars veil their beauty soon ㅤㅤㅤBeside the glorious moon, ㅤㅤㅤWhen her full silver light Doth ㅤㅤㅤmake the whole earth bright.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ9 LINES ABOUT EITHER ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤROMANCE OR DEATH 1. It guides our every action. 2. Do you remember when we rode the train home from the ocean with salt dried in our hair, and yet, somehow, your mouth still tasted so sweet as I kissed you goodnight on your porch while the dark-winged sedges sang? 3. I Dream about you all the time. 4. I’m so constantly hungry sometimes I feel as if I'm nothing but ache. 5. Every sentence I try to write starts with you and ends with my heart wanting to burst open, less like gates during a flood and more like a peach growing on the vine, so ripe, so ripe, so ready for the fall. 6. I bring up your name any time I eat black raspberry ice cream with someone who isn’t you. 7. You are my first and last everything. 8. Do you remember when we went running through the wet city streets late at night, how we glowed rose-pink in the shop-lights, how we held hands and laughed and thought we’d never feel this happy again?. 9. It consumes us.