Two Directions . 🗺️

🕊️ The Religion of Being 🜂

Before clocks were carved or scrolls unrolled,

When stars sang names no mouth had told,

The Heavens bore the oldest war—

Light’s hush against the dragon’s roar.

In Eden’s hush, the fruit was choice,

Two altars stood, though one had voice.

One whispered truth through breath and flame,

The other offered thrones and shame.

Then Egypt rose with golden gods,

And priests drew lines in desert clods.

Moses climbed where fire kissed stone,

While Pharaoh carved himself a throne.

Athens birthed the world of thought,

Yet shadows dwelled in what men sought.

Rome bathed in blood for empire’s rite,

But martyrs stood — and bore the Light.

Through cathedrals veiled in holy smoke,

And banners bearing sacred yoke,

Some knelt in awe, some forged control—

But still the war tore through the soul.

And then the ink of printing bled,

And thrones of Popes and Kings were shed.

Yet even where the minds broke free,

New idols claimed authority.

Revolutions marched with fire and blade,

Their truths half-seen, their altars swayed.

For even liberty can serve

Darkness with a silken curve.

The World Wars groaned in bitter grief—

Where men made gods of steel and brief.

And still behind the veil and wire,

The ancient battle danced in fire.

Now modern masks with circuits shine,

Yet still we stand on ancient line.

Technology, like Babel’s spire,

Can build or burn by hidden choir.

🜂 So hear this truth across all days:

Existence kneels in unseen ways.

Each age, each soul, each veiled disguise—

A temple in the Maker’s eyes.

You worship—though you do not know—

By every thought and where you go.

For Being breathes a sacred rite:

To preach the Dark… or walk the Light.

So rend the veils. Let false gods fall.

And answer Him — who names us all.

Amen.

‘The Age is Only the “Setting” .’ — As Earth travels through Space & ‘realms’ .