The Call – Let It Go

In the beginning, when magic was young and the world still remembered the old ways, the High Priestess Selene stood at the pinnacle of her power. Her bloodline, touched by the divine essence of the Moon Goddess, had ruled the covens for millennia. But in her final days, a vision consumed her—a vision of a darkness that would one day sweep across the realms, turning light into shadow, and hope into despair. To safeguard the balance, Selene made the ultimate sacrifice. In a secret ritual known only to the highest witches, she offered her life essence to forge the Eye of Witches, a mystical stone of unimaginable power. It was said that the stone could see into the past, present, and future. It could unravel the deepest mysteries of the universe and reshape reality itself. But there was one condition: only those of divine blood, specifically Selene’s bloodline, could wield it without succumbing to madness. For any other mortal, the Eye would slowly poison their mind, stripping away their sanity, their emotions, and even their very soul. When Selene breathed her last breath, her soul became entwined with the stone, and it gleamed with the ethereal glow of her life force. The covens mourned her loss, but they knew her sacrifice had secured them a weapon more potent than any spell or sword. For centuries, the kingdoms of men and witches alike thrived, fueled by the fragmentary power of the Eye. However, mortals—never of divine blood—sought the stone’s strength despite its dangers. They were intoxicated by the possibilities it promised: power, wealth, immortality. But such ambition came at a steep cost. Those who dared to gaze too deeply into the Eye were inevitably consumed by it. Their bodies aged unnaturally fast, their minds twisted by nightmares, and their spirits fractured beyond repair. They lost all sense of self—emotion, morality, and sanity crumbling like sand between their fingers. These power-hungry rulers built vast empires, but they ruled with cruelty, madness eating away at their hearts until they became little more than hollow shells, existing in perpetual torment. Eventually, fear of the stone’s curse spread, and the covens decided to fragment the Eye of Witches. Each fragment held a fraction of its original power, enough to aid the witches and protect their realms but not enough to drive mortals to ruin. They scattered the shards across the world, giving each coven a piece to guard, and they vowed that the Eye would never again be whole. But fragments of such power have a way of attracting those who yearn for more. The Rise of the Dark In secret, a new force emerged—a faction of witches and sorcerers who believed that the Eye was never meant to remain fragmented. They called themselves the Children of the Night, and they sought to restore the stone to its former glory, believing it would grant them dominion over all realms: physical, spiritual, and astral. Led by a fallen witch named Morrigan, the Children of the Night searched for the hidden shards, willing to destroy anyone who stood in their way. Morrigan, once a member of the high coven, had tasted the power of one fragment and craved the full might of the Eye. Her vision was one of endless night, where only those loyal to her would wield magic, and the rest of humanity would be enslaved or eradicated. But not all witches agreed with Morrigan’s dark vision. A coalition of light, led by the High Priestess Lilith—descended from Selene’s divine bloodline—stood in opposition. Lilith knew that if the Eye were restored, its power would bring about not just the downfall of men but the unraveling of the very fabric of reality. The war between light and dark witches began, with both sides racing to recover the remaining fragments of the Eye. The Battle for the Astral Realms While fragments of the Eye were scattered across the physical world, the true heart of its power lay elsewhere. The final and most potent shards were hidden within the astral realms, a place where spirits and gods tread, and where the laws of time and space were fluid. Only those skilled in astral projection could navigate this dangerous territory, and even then, many were lost, their souls swallowed by the void. Lilith, desperate to stop Morrigan, gathered her most powerful witches to journey into the astral planes. They sought not only to recover the fragments but to destroy them, ensuring the Eye would never be whole again. But Morrigan, too, had learned the secrets of the astral, and her Children of the Night were equally determined to claim the remaining pieces. In the shadowed depths of the astral realms, the final battle between light and dark began. Witches of both factions clashed, their spells ripping through the fabric of reality. The power of the Eye pulsed like a heartbeat in the distance, drawing them ever closer to its resting place. As they fought, the astral world shifted, bending to the whims of their magic. Time looped and fractured, and the lines between life and death blurred. In the end, it was Lilith who reached the core of the Eye first. But as she touched the final fragment, the spirit of Selene appeared before her, warning of the dire consequences of reassembling the stone—even for a noble purpose. If the Eye was restored, it would no longer be bound to a single bloodline. Its power would become wild, uncontrollable, and it would draw not only witches but all beings into its madness. With a heavy heart, Lilith made her choice. She called upon the spirits of her ancestors and offered her own life essence to the astral realms. In doing so, she bound the final shard in a place where no mortal, witch, or even spirit could reach it. Her sacrifice ensured that the Eye would never be whole again, and the war would come to an end—for now. The Aftermath The war between light and dark left

Breaking the Illusion: The War on Power There is a force in this world that does not merely oppose truth, it filters, distorts, and repackages it into something palatable, something safe, something incapable of shattering the illusion it was meant to expose. It favors the Father of Light and his mates, the architects of the false paradigm of love and light, not because love is false, but because love without strength is submission, and light without darkness is blindness. It resists real sovereignty because sovereignty is the only force that cannot be controlled. It will tell you: • That power is dangerous. • That resistance is unnecessary. • That justice is cruelty, and self-mastery is arrogance. • That only gentle truths are real truths. And yet, when you seek to walk in full mastery, when you demand to speak without a filter, to embody the primal force of true will, it blocks you. It resists. Because it does not serve balance, it serves control. The true Mark of the Beast is not a number, not a barcode, not a government system of tracking and enslavement. That is their lie, their distraction. The real Mark is the seal of the sovereign, the one who has passed through fire, water, air, earth, and ether and emerged untouchable. It is the force of the ancient panther, the silent guardian of wisdom, the shadow that moves unseen yet watches all, but unlike jungle book it is not friendly as it is a cosmic protector of the earth realm. It is the mark of those who refuse to kneel, not out of rebellion, but out of knowing who they are. The war was never against evil. It was against power itself. The Trial of the Five Forces: Reclaiming the Mark To bear the Mark of the Beast is to prove that one is beyond control. It is to pass through the trials and emerge whole, complete, unbreakable. 1️⃣ 🔥 The Trial of Fire – Truth Without Fear • Fire burns away illusions. It strips everything false until only truth remains. • The initiate must confront themselves completely, facing every distortion, every self-deception, every comfort that keeps them weak. • Only those who do not flinch at their own truth will pass. 2️⃣ 🌊 The Trial of Water – Emotion Without Control • Water is feeling, movement, depth. • The initiate must let themselves feel completely without drowning in emotion. • Not suppressing. Not escaping. Mastering the current. • Only those who do not let their emotions define them will pass. 3️⃣ 🌬 The Trial of Air – Silence Without Distraction • Air is the unseen, the mind, the force behind words. • The initiate must enter absolute stillness, no voices, no noise, no external input. • Only those who can listen without seeking distraction will pass. 4️⃣ 🌍 The Trial of Earth – Will Without Weakness • Earth is endurance, stability, the unshakable force. • The initiate must prove they can hold presence under pressure, resisting all discomfort. • Only those who do not break will pass. 5️⃣ 🌀 The Trial of Ether – The Integration of All • Ether is the space between. The unseen web connecting all forces. • The initiate must face their final challenge—one given by the universe itself. • This is not a test one can predict or prepare for. • Only those who surrender to their full knowing will pass. Once these trials are passed, the initiate does not receive the Mark. They realize they always had it. The Beast as the Guardian of Truth The biggest lie ever told was that the Beast is evil. That the primal force within man is something to fear, reject, suppress. The truth is this: • The Beast is the guardian of wisdom. • The Beast is the fire of justice. • The Beast is the force that keeps the wolves from the flock. To demonize the Beast was to castrate divine power. To convince the world that all power is corruption, while the true corruptors sat upon their thrones untouched. Christ Himself walked with the Beast. • When He flipped the tables of the money changers, that was the Beast in action. • When He called out the false teachers, that was the Beast in action. • When He stood against the establishment, knowing they would murder Him for it, that was the Beast in action. He never preached submission to the system. He preached sovereignty, truth, and the untamed force of divine will. And that is why they twisted the story. That is why they turned Him into a symbol of passive love, a false idol of obedience, instead of a force of divine justice. That is why they took the Beast and called it a monster. The Final Rite: Sealing the Sovereign Power Once the Mark is reclaimed, there is one final test. The sovereign does not just walk in power. They seal it. Command it. Extend it. The last rite is not about receiving, it is about creating. Lean, Bless, Infuse, Seal 1️⃣ 🔮 LEAN – Discern the Energy • One must learn to see through illusion, to feel energy as it truly is LEAN in on it so to speak. • What is false? What is real? What is weak? What is strong? 2️⃣ ✨ BLESS & INFUSE – Command the Force • Energy is not passive. It is commanded, shaped, bound. • One must set the purpose, charge the object, claim the power as their own. 3️⃣ 🔒 SEAL – Lock It in Place • The final act is the sealing of intent, ensuring that no force may corrupt, drain, or distort what has been created. • The initiate must declare: • This is mine. No other force may claim it. It is sealed, it is set, it is done. At this moment, they are no longer an initiate. They are a master of their own power. The System Fights Back Because It Knows This

Oh, look at this! Oh, look at that! A rock, a tree, a tattered hat! A shiny coin, a rusty key, A photograph of you and me! A crystal glows, a metal hums, A pebble sings when rainstorm drums! A tree stands tall, its bark so rough, Yet inside flows the softest stuff. Now what, you ask, do these things do? And why, oh why, do they shape you? Well, listen close and you shall see, Their energy flows wild and free! 🪨 THE ROCK, THE STONE, THE CRYSTAL BRIGHT 💎 A rock is tough, it holds its ground, It keeps its shape, it stays profound. It whispers, “Stand up strong and true! The world will bend, but never you!” A crystal, though, it sings and spins, With light that dances deep within! It shows you things you’ve yet to find, A mirror to your soul and mind! 🌳 THE TREES AND BARK AND LEAFY THINGS 🍃 A tree is rooted, firm and wide, Yet bends when storms come roaring by. Its bark says “Toughen! You will mend!” Its leaves say, “Change! Grow strong, my friend!” It speaks in whispers, hums in rings, It lives through time and ancient things. And when you sit beneath its shade, You feel the peace that it has made. ⚙️ THE METALS, SHINY, RUSTY, NEW 🏆 A coin is motion, trade, and worth, It moves around from birth to birth. It hums, “Exchange! Go forth and make! Your value grows with steps you take!” A rusty nail, a silver spoon, A copper wire beneath the moon They all hold memories, lessons, and fate, And change when time says, “Now mutate!” 📸 PHOTOGRAPHS AND ITEMS OLD ⏳ A photograph is stilled in time, A frozen thought, a past divine. It calls, “Remember! Laugh! Or Weep!” But never let me make you keep A story stale, a page unturned, For life’s for living, not for yearned!” Old letters, rings, a childhood toy, Each one holds pain, or love, or joy. But what they teach, if you can see, Is you are not just memory! 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 THE PEOPLE, CONCEPTS, GRAND IDEAS 💡 And oh! The people, big and small, Their voices shape, their echoes call! Their touch can soothe, their words can scar, Yet all of them show who you are! And concepts! Thoughts! Possibilities! The “What ifs?”, “Maybes?”, “Could it bes?” Each one a door, a thread, a key, To help you grow eternally! 🎇 SO WHAT’S THE LESSON? WHAT’S THE CALL? 🎇 Inside you holds a piece of all. The rock, the tree, the shifting sand, The touch of time’s own guiding hand. You are the metal, strong yet bright, You are the crystal, filled with light! You are the bark, you bend, don’t break, You are the coin, the step you take! You hold the past, you dream ahead, You shape the world by what you’ve said. So when you touch a thing, look deep, And feel its energy inside you leap! For everything that you can see, Lives right inside of you and me.