Apollon looks down on the world from a place in the future. His eyes see how human lives will be in tens of years, or more… or less. Always scanning, is He, for attempts to derail His plans, along with minor accidents of Fate.
He has plans. They all do. Zeus, the Father, especially. His plans are paramount. And so, the Far-shooter interrogates every moment that will ever be. Each in its time. Each in its proper place.
Because He can. Because the Power is His. Because He, and Wise Zeus, and the many Gods and Goddesses, are ready to act. Let us now be ready, to stand in this world, to let Them fill us in this world, to be the way toward Their just reclamation of this world.
In the future, from His Throne of Light, what does Apollon see? We can not know our future. Not until it is today. So, what will we make of today? How will we spend each potential moment?
I know not what you will do. But I will live in honor of Him, to the very end of my days.
— Columbine [Day 7]
I see into the vast ocean. I dive within the waves. Up and down, they hold no meaning. Sunlight ripples through sleek liquid. I am also this ocean, undulating to the pulse of life’s oldest habitat. I am this ocean of thought. We are all one thought in this ocean.
Now those who see me in this ocean, as I see them, call in emotional ripples, through unimaginable space. Through this ocean, we flow. Our minds are one fluid thought, in this ocean.
This ocean is a drop of water in a greater pond of awareness. This ocean flows into a sea, which is a pond, or a single thought. An idea. This ocean is life. We are the ship of life, sailing through this ocean of tears. Life has been before, and is, and shall be. In this ocean, we drink the tears of life.
Only to drown, in the vast ocean of thought.
We are this ocean of thought, and life, and tears. And we are screaming. Screaming the words which are bound, through us. We are the vessels of this ocean. We take this ocean into ourselves, and we deliver tears and life and thought, to those who remain unsaturated.
We are this ocean of thought. Be mindful of the thoughts crossing this ocean, or be swallowed by them.
This particular vision came to me like a storm, and took me away into it. I have been changed by this vision, and at Apollon’s behest, I share it with you. Perhaps it can be useful, perhaps it is only a rambling mess of words. We shall see.
— Columbine [Day 4]
I have come now to gather you; all My lovely little swans.
In July, hear My whisper. It teases your ear with sweet, unbending promises. And My arm circles you, and My hand rests upon your chest, above that beating heart.
Shhh… I’ll not harm you.
There is a Land far from here, far from what you know, wherein I will spend the longs months. You may accompany Me, if you dare. How many of My blessed ones would dare? How many?
In August, I begin to tire of this world, and of the way it distracts you from Me. My grip is hard. I take you in the dark. I drain you. I dismantle you. I make you a part of Me. And you enjoy this.
In September, I am cold and aloof, and I begin my withdrawal. There is very little left, except: “Come with Me? Would you dare?” Some of you answer: “I will.” I only want the ‘I wills’.
Now, in October, I am seen once more. I come in the frigid wave of air accompanying Autumn storms, like the hurried fangs of the Wolf. I am upon you, and I say again:
Come with Me. Do not hesitate. Come with Me. Do not be afraid. Come with Me.
Do you dare? What will you do?
This is a messaged channeled through me, by our Prince, Apollon, to whomever it may be for. Ultimately, only you can be the true judge of that.
— Columbine [Day 3]
Where is the Essence of Light?
He has withdrawn.
Where is the Burning Prince?
He has gone away.
Where is the Keeper of Hearts?
He has ascended toward the Stars’ Canopy.
Where is He, our Lord and Beloved?
He has gone to Master Himself.
Why has He ripped our hearts in half?
Because emptiness can later be refilled.
When will we again feel His binding grip?
In the first stirrings of Spring.
Why must we endure this cruelty?
Yearning must be taken in its proper place.
If we call to Him, will He answer?
We can not circumvent His withdrawal from this world.
Must our hearts die, like so many glowing embers?
Know the secret, which was hitherto, never spoken.
Why must we now be separate?
He does not withdraw from our hearts.
When will we be made whole again?
For if ours are torn in half, so too is His.
When will He return to us?
When the Earth stirs, and our stomping covers the land.
So, we must stand together?
In a circle, for it is strongest.
And we shall be a wall?
Impervious to the fluctuations of wayward emotion.
Even in the depths of Winter?
Even then, in the deep darkness, we find our purpose.
— Columbine [Day 2]
Today, I shall speak of my Bright-shining Lord.
But what shall I say that is not already known?
There is only anticipation for the expected, now.
Shall I speak of His radiance, blooming in Autumn peaches?
No, for the bees and others of the floating world hold His Dominion there.
Shall I speak of His strength, in the hoof-beats of herds over sprawling lands?
No, for the grasses have already felt the rolling thunder of His Presence.
Shall I speak of His precision, found in the hummingbird’s dart?
No, for the blossoms have already been peirced by His Desire.
Then, of what shall I speak today, which holds my mind in such easy thrall?
It is His Power, solid and firm over us, and yes, it too is known.
Yet, is it known that He returns to claim His due?
It was His promise.
But, perhaps the lie was sweeter than the Pythia’s Truth?
Where will your loyalty rise when the Prince, Apollon, speaks?
For now, it is only I, a woman; ordinary, as often His women were.
But I ask, can you withstand?
The Holy Judge is near, and not near enough.
Will you be His Catalyst?
He returns, like a spiral, like a wave, destroying and creating.
Who will turn the Wheel, and send the Ship sailing toward His Island?
Our Lord awaits your answers.
Who will meet me There?
— Columbine [Day 1]