As I descended the stairs in the Tower, I noticed the lanterns
upon the walls, illuminating the stairs so that I could descend them in
safety. The door was inscribed with
Kenaz and a lantern hung above the Rune.
I opened the Door and crossed the threshold into the Otherworld and
found myself in a large Library.
There were books and scrolls everywhere, on shelves against
the walls reaching stories upwards towards the ceiling, on tables in the center
where someone had been working diligently in study.
Lamps and lanterns glowed everywhere
illuminating the space with warm golden light.
It was beautiful and I was filled with joy and pleasure at
the sight and the warm power of the place.
I wandered, finding a book in my hand and enjoying the firm ornate
covering and the crisp clean pages and the words in neat print, then a soft, worn,
leather tome with gilded edges on the soft delicate pages, then a plain ragged paperback
with handwritten poetry.
Each was a
treasure of great worth to me.
The words in one book reminded me that knowledge is Power,
and that words hold Power. Truth is Power. Stories are a way of using that Power
to create a better world, Stories and Poetry are magick, they can inspire and invoke and enchant. They can change the world.
My purpose in this world is about communication; poetry,
and storytelling, and teaching knowledge, and telling truth. My purpose is to help others find the candles, and light the lanterns, and teach them where to find the Library, and how to
read the words.
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