[John Asherah]

We progress and ascend by personal effort and experience.

Do not seek to force knowledge or its benefits upon another.

Being imperfect, I do not wish for my opinions to be made law.

I ask no more than I freely give; to travel unfettered on the path of my own choosing.

One petty expression of hatred can inspire others and grow to become a villainous wave, which harms even those unmet.

At the storm’s core is found peace.

Truth neither threaten nor coerces, it seduces.

The source of fear and ignorance, misery and envy, is the Adversary.
Sever the bonds which feed these and they are diminished and conquered already.

Join your strength as one and multiplied by unity, you prevail.

The world seems made of hard surfaces and sharp edges.
The light dazzles and pierces, the shadows obscure.

The temple, defiled and fragmented to destruction, is a metaphor for every broken home.

They deny you choice and call it protection. Their opinion is welcome, their tyranny is not.

Immortal beauty takes root in the soul and grows, a living thing, rising to bloom, a flower from the eternal.

For love, the lock does receive, envelop the key and upon it, turn.

They know not their own Mother, but a book only.

Unable to refute the message, they attack the messenger.