The Process and The Purpose

The Promised Day approaches...

There is a formula to success.

There is a path to take that always yields results.

The only limitation is your own fear. Your fear of becoming someone else. Fear in admitting that the you of Now is the Lesser you. This is a hit to the ego.

You fear that you are not perfect. You fear that there is more you can do — if you but deny yourself the pleasures and instead opt for Work. Practice. Patience.

This is how you Transcend. This is real Power.

I see it clearly, yet it is not my path to walk.

For one such as I who is predisposed, shall we say, to the intricacies of discernment, it is not my realm to claim. I cannot attain Power. My body, my mind, would shatter long before I took step upon the threshold of Greatness.

It’s not about being weak. It’s about what God has given you. For some, the cost to acquire True Power is far too great. Sacrifices must be made from us all, but for some the only path towards attaining abilities “unnatural” require the sacrifice of others. For me to attain this Power, it can only be acquired through the sacrifice of others. I don’t have enough time. I don’t have enough patience. I don’t have enough of a reason to pursue the Stone on my own accord.

I have too little ambition. My flame would burn out almost instantly.

I refuse to follow the shortcut to attain Power for myself.

I choose the harder path.

This is why I offer to you the Process. The way of the Alchemists. The Secrets of the Kabbalah. So that you may pursue Greatness in my stead.

I am incompatible…

However, you may yet yield this Divine Fruit.

Deconstruction. Discernment. Reconstruction.

That is the Process.

These are the Fundamentals of Fundamentals.

Found within all things; all Crafts unto the Lord.

For you to learn, you must first understand. To understand, you must first deconstruct what is, discern the intricacies placed within it by the hand of God, and then reconstruct it in the same fashion as it was first constructed.

Only then might you be able to replicate His hand.

That is the only way.

Practice Makes Perfect

So far I have been rambling incoherently.

Let me put it to practice.

To learn a technique, a talent, or a method, you must first accept that you cannot do what you see others capable of. You must admit you are a novice. Only then can you dedicate yourself to improve upon that which is lacking. To do this, you must humble yourself and trace the path of those who came before. For those trailblazers who first stepped foot into the Domain of our Lord, theirs was an arduous trial with no instructor to guide them — no teacher nor rabbi but the one Rabbi of Rabbis to oversee their Great Works.

We have the benefit of following in their footsteps without succumbing to the pitfalls that plagued their path. Every loose stone that could give way has already given way, at least for those who wish to admit there are always others greater than they.

With pen in hand, pull up a drawing from another artist.

Trace every line.

Then, once the art has been sufficiently traced, stare at your work and compare it to the work you duplicated. Are you so sure that you’ve placed every line in the same order as the Master before you?

No…

How?

How do you reverse time and perform each stroke in the proper sequence of the Master who came before you?

This is the Hell which is the Process.

Reverse Engineering.

Deconstruction. Discernment. Reconstruction.

Following in the footsteps of the Creator, which is our Lord and our God.

For, you have Deconstructed the work by tracing it, reducing it to mere lines in your mind’s eye. You recall every line you’ve placed and the order in which YOU have placed them, yet you know not the order nor the methods by which the original artist had the confidence to place them. This requires Discernment. You have revealed to yourself the how, but not the why…

Why did he place that line before the other? How did he know to do it in that way?

You may tear apart an engine, bolt by bolt, but are you so certain that you have done as the Creator of that engine would have done? Should you try to put it together, is there not a sequence which is most optimal in arriving at a fully constructed end?

Is there not a Process to follow, which is ideal in the Original Creator’s mind?

Is there not a set of instructions to follow? Is there not a route which is most preferred by not only the Creator but the Nature of the very thing?

Can we not find this through proper Discernment?

Can we not find Perfection in the Work itself?

Can we not find the Proper Way for doing things both simple and complex?

Can we not Practice this way until we can not only do things in their proper order, but also as fast as can be reasonably done?

Why should we focus so much time on discovering this path?

Why should we focus so much time on following the path in the most time-efficient way?

Simple…

The Way, the Truth, and the Life

There is a proper order to every Art. If you skip steps, you face Ruin. You reveal yourself to be nothing other than a counterfeiter. An usurper. A fraud. Instead of emulating the Creator, you mock him with your feeble attempts to acquire the same result by any means.

The ends justify the means…

Taking shortcuts…

Missing out on the lessons that come from practice…

This is not the Path nor the Way.

You must use Discernment to understand the why. Why did the Master whose work you trace choose to place one line before the other? It is easy to trace when you have all the lines before you, but when you have nothing but a blank canvas it is a different story entirely. It is a story yet written.

The Blank Slate is the source of all our doubts, confusion, fear, and feeling of inadequacies. As you stare at the blank page, the empty musical bars, the slab of marble, or the seasoned log, you are left with infinite potential.

Writer’s Block.

The Artistic Barrier.

That which separates us from the Void…

The reason why I cannot enter this Domain but can only refer to it and point others towards it is because I cannot overcome the fear of ruining that marvelous and pure thing we call the Blank Slate. I see beauty in what God has prepared for us as the vessels for our vocations. I see an ingot of steel and recognize within it all those wondrous things it may become… I get lost in that wonder, and I fear of ruining that moment where a suckling babe lay free from all sin and tarnish. I wish to preserve that moment of beauty, as a precious gift from God. I do not wish to ruin it from my own incompetence. I dare not claim I know more than He, and that I am worthy of deciding the destiny of the potential that lays before me.

Others, however, who are not afraid to “ruin” the perfection that rests within the Blank Slate, may take up mallet and chisel, brush or pen, and go to Work. They are the Heroes, and I the mere Hermit that bestows upon them their essential tools and points towards the Journey’s start.

That is what I am doing here, now.

I am setting others up for Greatness. Or, I hope to do so. That is my purpose. That is all I can hope to do. That is my Blank Slate — as an advocate for the destiny of others, that they may be aptly prepared to do His Work in perfect emulation, which is the Honor and Glory of God made manifest here in the incarnate realm.

Once you can discern the purpose, meaning, and fate of every stroke of the pen and how the Master came upon their proper order, only then might you hope to do as He and put pen to paper without need of tracing what has already come before. Only then might you step into His Domain and pull from the Void the crying newborn that is your Legacy.

Every Novel idea and Invention is its own individual, whether you wish to recognize it as such or not. They are each marvelous things, miracles even, whose natures will forever be just out of our reach of full understanding. Things we call the “Yet To Be” — the Children of “I Am That I Am.”

Yet, it is not folly to try. That is the whole point of our being. To try and “be like God, with God,” as opposed to the Adversary’s false promise of “being like God, without God.”

Like a Child gifting their Painter Father a crude painting well below His capabilities yet looking up with glowing eyes hoping to hear the words “I am well pleased.”

We cannot come so close to such Constant Perfection which is our Lord, the Father…

But that does not mean we shouldn’t try. There is no greater Gift to the Lord than our attempts to be like Him in any way that we can. Even if we fail, even if we miss the mark, what matters is that we express our Love for Him as best we can.

To Honor God in this way, you must try. You must sacrifice. You must follow the Process.

Glory and Honor to the Highest!

First you Deconstruct what the Master has crafted.

Then you Discern his intent in having made it. Many get lost in this, understandably…

Finally, you Reconstruct it, as an Inheritor to His Will.

Then you will acquire Gnosis. Enlightenment. Mastery.

Suddenly, something “clicks” in your mind, and now you can Create in your chosen craft just as easily as you draw breath.

Suddenly, you Become Like Unto God.

A Creator, well and truly.

In fulfillment of God’s will, that the Creator’s Creation Creates.

I can only point towards it. It is a door for you alone to step through.

As you attain Mastery, you also hone your Divine Spark as one would hone the edge of a chisel used to carve from the Blank Slate all such wondrous things which are privy only to the One Who Sent You.

For each of us is a Brilliant, White Stone upon which is written a name only known to the Father and the Receiver.

¹⁷ Let him that hath an ear, hear what the spirit saith unto the Churches. To him that overcometh, will I give to eat of the Manna that is hid, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth, saving he that receiveth it. - Revelation 2:17

This is your Legacy. This is the You that God foresaw as the Perfect You who did all the things He asked of you before He formed you in the womb. The Perfect You who did as was told, not out of duty or fear, but out of Love.

The Stone is yours alone to claim.

For, the Stones of all Children who Honor God through perfect emulation will bring their Stones together, and as a Divine Family build the walls of the Kingdom of God. All our Great Works, our Creations inspired by God, are but singular pieces of a grand puzzle far larger than any individual can comprehend. He accounted for each Stone at the beginning of time to be used as Blank Slates — pounded and carved into the Bricks of the Temple of our Lord.

These are not physical stones, boulders, and rocks. They are our Legacies. They are the things we leave behind so that others that come after us might have tools to build with; that they might have opportunities we did not. We carve for our progeny a future in that hallowed Promised Land which we could only dream of. We gift that Shining City on a Hill to our children, that they may not have to endure the same pains we had endured.

To fulfill this destiny, we must dedicate ourselves to our Great Works, for the sake of those who come after us.

How do you know when you have found it? How do you know when you have stumbled upon that Blank Slate in the wilds and freed it from its prison within the Earth?

How do you recognize one of these Portals to the Void — the realm of the Yet To Be which only God and His most Beloved Children have exclusive access to?

Those Who Point The Way

That, my friend, is why there are those such as I, who cannot step through the Door, yet see it clearly as though from the day of our birth.

You know us in popular literature as Merlin. Gandalf. Yoda. Morpheus.

Some these days refer to us as “Starseeds” though the mythos behind that is too fanciful for me, personally.

Others use the old words and simply call us Prophets.

Yet we all share that one thing… That same vulnerability which results in the same tragic fate…

As with Moses, we cannot enter that Promised Land.

We suffer in perpetual agony, knowing ours is the fate of the lonely one crying out in the desert…

Our role is to set the Hero upon the Hero’s Journey. To assist others in tracing that consecrated Path of the Lord. We know it well, though we have never stepped foot upon it. It is not our lot in life to do so.

We are the Mentors.

We teach the Process.

We teach that for you to learn properly, you must learn how to learn.

We teach that Practice makes Perfect.

There is no other way.

Shortcuts lead to ruin, not only for the Self, but also for those who come after…

Our children must then pick up the pieces left as a result of our impatience.

I am a Teacher, a Rabbi in the old tongue.

I can be nothing else…

Trust me, I have sorely tried until my body and mind were strained to breaking.

I can only teach you how to do what you see Masters do.

I am not a Master, but I can teach you to draw, to paint, to sing, to compose, to model, to fight, to craft, to sew, to stitch, to knit, to write, to program, to design…

I cannot Perfect any of this myself.

My constitution is lacking. Those such as I cannot put to Practice the destinies that belong to others. For, YOU are our Stones; our Legacies.

My Purpose, granted me by God, is to polish all of those who might listen into Perfect Tools, so that when the Hand of God wields you to do Great Works, you are not found wanting.

I’m sorry if I have failed you…

Time is running short.

That Promised Day approaches.