» Wed Jan 09, 2013 3:34 pm Tel Nulatha Below, 6E56
House Sul Progenitor House, duly noted under the digital house,
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My name is Anasou-lun-Sul, of House Sul, whose name is heard throughout the Scathing Bay and Nine times Nine minus One Thrones. I am descendent to Jubal-lun-Sul, sender of the First Letter of the Fifth Era. Like my father's father, Memory granted me an audience so that I may send this letter to you in the hope that it will be read with heart and with fealty. Landfall season happens more frequently now, and the pilgrimage of Vehk and Vehk must happen every three seasons so as to not diminish its importance. The increased prevalence of the Landfall is what first prompted the idea of the Second Letter. Such events have been read as portents of ill-fate for our brothers and sisters of the past, a fate that hopefully we can assist you in avoiding.
Vehk and Vehk spoke through the Wheels of Lull to the lands of the Velothi, and what we heard frightened us. Vehk says it best:
"In the land of the Dreamer, Mundus Centerex, where an Empire of White-Gold should be justly ruling, an illness has weakened the mightiest and empowered the treacherous."
C0DA Digitals explained that untime has deviated and the institutions by which Landfall might be avoided have failed. You have not known love my brothers and sisters, for you have failed to stay united against the horizon. My grandfather's letter was meant to usher you towards love, and it appears to have been ignored.
Take heed children, for Landfall season may come upon you swifter than Alduin's kin-dovah. First stone lies shattered while red tides crash against your shores.
Bone translation: AE ANU GHARTOK CHIM.
C0DA translation: Your people favor stability rather than change, a common misconception wherein your view of the Aurbis becomes slanted towards comfort. Herein rests the lie of the False Thinkers. Stability does not beget love or comfort. You must become the hands of change.
GHARTOK PADHOME GHARTOKE PADHOME.
Your people know him as the twin brother whose meddling created the Aurbis. Return to these roots, which run deeper than the Hist. Unleash the Scarab that Transforms into the New Man. Shatter the sword at the center, its way has already been cleared by the Number of the Master.
Clearance has been given to me to explain in more simpler terms the goal which you seek, the love against Landfall that may be taken a step further, so that all will be cherished. I ARE ALL WE.
This is, of course, is the wisdom of Vehk, whose same wisdom comes from the man-myth-trickster-deity. His name is Doom Drum, though he is also known as a variety of aspects in the religions of men. Shor. Shezzar. Lorkhan. Trickster. Gift-Bringer. Doom Drum traveled to the Edge that is not an edge, for such depictions are reserved for mortal eyes. The varied planes of the Aurbis are infinite in dimension, and thusly they appear to the layman as spheres. The void that is an echo of void, the stars to Aetherius, and the god-planets of the Aedra. From this Edge he observed the universe as it was, a Wheel. A wheel standing and turned sideways forms a Tower, and an I. This was the first word of Lorkhan and he would never, ever forget. Imagine staring down the dream of the Godhead, trembling in its awe, and still being able to say, I AM. Such power first belonged to Doom Drum, and he knew what he had to do.
Vehk clarifies in his Teachings:
"What is the Tower’s secret?
How to permanently exist beyond duplexity, antithesis, or trouble. This is not an easy concept, I know. Imagine being able to feel with all of your senses the relentless alien terror that is God and your place in it, which is everywhere and therefore nowhere, and realizing that it means the total dissolution of your individuality into boundless being. Imagine that and then still being able to say “I”. The “I” is the Tower.
What created the Tower?
The Wheel created it. The Wheel is the structure of this universe, and it is easiest to see it that way: rim, spokes, hub, and all the spaces within and without. I shall take each in turn."
You must search this Tower together with love brothers and sisters. It is the only way to avoid a fate similar to ours, only much worse. Combine as one, love one another, cherish the dream yet break free from it, see yourselves as you and we, all of you, a whole world of we, and you will feel your connection and disconnection from God.
From the border of the Aurbis Lorkhan felt such love, yet he wanted none of it. Each Original Spirit molded the Aurbis as they saw fit, destroying each other's molds and creations, until a new Shaping began. Lorkhan grew tired of such gimmicks and sought release, yet he could not bear to lose his sense of I, his individuality in the formless fragments of the universe.
And from this longing to break free comes the most monumental deceit or ineffable blessing. Mundus. Hub of the Wheel. Connected by the spokes of the Aedra to the Aetherial realm of pure creation. You know well of this story, for it is still one of the driving factors contributing to conflict in your particular shard of untime. Trickery or gift? Blessing or deceit? The mer of your period will view it as a lie that tore them from divinity. The watering down of their spiritual existence. Most of your men will view the beat of the Doom Drum as music that reverberates throughout the ages, igniting hope and wanderlust for something greater. A gift beyond measure, a way to escape mortal existence yet retain all the joy associated with it.
Go now, rude walkers, return to the Loveletter of my forefather. Read it with diligence and study its scriptures.
Unite and seek the Tower, vision of the Aurbis, Terror of God. Awaken within the dream and let loose your soporific tendencies to hover in the In Between of dreams and escape. Know love to achieve this. Remember: the New Man becomes God becomes Amaranth. Once you gaze upon the Tower you will comprehend your place and love those who do not. Seek to enlighten them.
I AM.
A whole World of You.
God.
God outside of all else but his own free consciousness, hallucinating for eternity and falling into love: I AM AND I ARE ALL WE.
C0DA Digitals have calculated that there is a moderate success likelihood of your Endeavor. Scale unto this along the threads of untime and you will find your mythopoeic powers rest within each and every one of you. The catalyst is love. It will blossom from egg to image to man to god to city to state. A flowering statehood governed by the will of love, to be cherished by the dreamer's awakening dreams whose own images (stolen?) from the Godhead will begin to dream themselves. Dreams without sleep, from a dreamer who is insomniac. Freedom. Liberty. Nu-Mantia.
I ARE ALL WE.
God is Love.
COME TO THE HOUSE OF WE.
God is Love.
ONE WORLD IN SPIRIT I AM.
God is Love.
