Altar of Aeon Excerpts

Early Selections from Altar of Aeon

"I recently awoke to the realization that the memories of our existence are but twisted Shadows of the ancient Light, still hopelessly clinging to the edge of a Blackhole-Sun; apparitions that cannot bear the pain of letting go, simply to be forgotten in Time..."

Beginning the Preface & Dedication

"It is by will alone I set my mind in motion..." Frank Herbert -DUNE

World-building on an epic scale...

Zero-point knowing:

We are the particles of dust stirred up at the feet of the gods who trample the Earth in their frenzied dance as one song plays then another. There is always the smallest ember of Soul in the cold ashes of every passing Age. In the cosmic breath between each verse there is a chance, be it however small, to slowly inhale the fires of destruction and reignite our own inner spark of creation. We each come here to either take our place among the stars or we become food & fodder for the feasts that follow. As the rhythms change, giving way to the next wave of furied pulses, the angels and demons tread-on in their infinite dance parade. Some 'formed' to take flight into the Heavens, and others forged to be pounded back to Hell... Let the dance of the sovereign Self begin...

Humility & Admiration:

To the mystics, metaphysicians & mathematicians whose minds have merged in cycle after cycle to keep the bridges of the past open and the paths to the dominions of the future clear, "this effort at prediction" and truth "is dedicated in humility and admiration"; for I have discovered myself, again, through becoming one of you. Whether by knowing or by unknowing, the pathways have been kept guarded through the Times of Darkness, as we now step out into the Light once again. The precious deceptions of our veiled reality are revealed from within.

By Russell von Ohlhausen

Equipoise of Souls

The ghosts of our future whisper to us through time... echoing warnings repeated since creation. Once again they cry out, only to fall upon the deaf ears of the mass of orphaned spirits of our time. We share the pain and the pity, as both mankind and the divine. We must stay self-possessed, as we walk with the haunted and the dead by our sides. There is no where left to run to, no ground left to hold; there is only the clay we have been born into that remains for each of us to call our own... and even that is on loan from God.