Magi handshake and secret password, Fiddle dee toss, and a quick thumb squeeze, take nothing for granted, believe me when I say dramatic privilege and poetic license are nothing next to an active imagination loosed in reality for getting into secret places, follow where you dare.
Secret society networking nowadays must be somewhat less secure than, say, in Nimrod’s day. I am sure secret-cloud containers sweat digitally, one photon at a time perhaps. How fast is that? How long before every secret is revelated?
Secret handshakes lose touch with reality when shaken from mortal realms.
Amber-ized into charges, arranged in order,
alerting eyes or sensors of such teeny-tiny sparks or marks of non-reflection to form significance in synaptic sequences of wonder taken for granted like the fractured granite bedrock a believer in inapparent miracles said just is, like everthing.
Nothing. Energy. Non-sensical chain of invisible spectral events plus all the time that ever was, then, now is what results. Why is anything not nothing any more?
Ask the man who designed Gobekli Tepe to leak its secrets in the last decade of the twentieth century to be counted since death was quered by love. What was the purpose of his plan? Con query that in our active imagination loosed in reality.
Must we win victories over multi-mindedness, must we conquer the unknown, or may we find victories granted here and there, along the single-minded way called right? That prophet from Anathoth mentioned a findable old way, where good is. Might we find victories un won along that old way where good is?
Of course. On course, we pass through battles past and may pause to ponder what faiths fought here, what lies dead here? But, fret not nor tarry where foes from being afore now lie still, whispering in their darkness. Confide in yourself, this is not my fight, this is my victory. This victory was won for me. Given to me.
My side won. Who can be against me? Having taken Jesus personally, I stand vixtorius, authorized to partake of all the victor’s spoils of war laid up for just such a time as this and for just such a man as me to take as mine, by my redeemed authority, granted me.
Truth be told, your freedom is granted, but you must take it so.
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