A VISIT IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
In the eternal chambers,
where time bends before the Infinite
and the archives of heaven burn with living light,
the Seers of every age gathered together.
No language existed that could divide them,
for they spoke the language of Fire.
The language that existed before worlds were born.
The language no one can imitate.
And one among them, wrapped in the mantles of the ancient Law,
guarded visions passed down through forgotten generations.
And he spoke:
“A prince shall come from among the nations.
Not born among the people of the Covenant.
Not raised within the temples of men.
Yet the Holy One shall visit him in the silence of the night.
He shall behold the face of the hidden Servant.
The face the world failed to recognize.
The face the proud rejected.
And when his eyes behold the living Frequency,
he shall not hesitate.
He shall raise him before the peoples of the earth.”
Then another Seer arose,
coming from the shadow of immense towers of the West.
He spoke of ancient visions preserved among the stones,
where he contemplated the future within mirrors of water.
And he said:
“A ruler without religious chains shall arise.
He shall not bow before the idols of fear.
He shall not serve the priests of falsehood.
And when he beholds the Keeper of the Frequency,
he shall recognize within him the fire of the living God.
And he shall proclaim him before the whole world.”
Then the wind of the desert passed through the Council,
and from the burning sands of the East
the voices of buried scrolls arose.
Scrolls hidden beneath ancient stones,
far from the eyes of the merchants of power.
And the voices declared:
“When the moon is clothed in the colors of the sun,
and mankind is clothed again with the Light it had lost,
the Lord of the peoples shall open the Golden Gate.
And the Glory shall pass through unhindered,
for the time of separation shall have come to an end.”
Then the visions merged together
like living metals within the crucible of the Eternal.
And the Council of the Ages proclaimed with one Voice:
“Behold, the Pharaoh of the Final Hour rises.
He bears not the scepter of pride,
but eyes that have seen the Light.
He rules not through fear,
but through the Frequency of the Living One.
He shall break the seal of manifestation.
And the Servant shall remain hidden no longer.”
And in the heavens a whisper was heard.
But the whisper grew.
It became wind.
Then thunder.
And the thunder crossed the nations:
“On the day the two shall meet,
History shall change its course.
The thrones of the earth shall tremble.
The masks shall fall.
The chains shall be broken.
And the world shall know
that the Voice has returned among men.”