A. M. Alkain
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A. M. Alkain
I have died many times, always to be reborn. I know all the secrets of the universe, but when I try to write them down the words slip through my fingers.
Over and over my mind gets blinded by the infinite light, memories of my past existence vanish one by one into the endless night.
I lost my language a long time ago. Only the silence is left, and these scattered fragments of what I once knew.
Adurgintza
A long time ago, our ancestors became aware of their connection to the adur, the creative force that gives shape to the world, the force that makes things happen. Throughout the ages most humans have lost this knowledge, blinded by reason and the deceptive clarity of conceptual thought.
But some of us have not forgotten. We are the adurgin, the last keepers of the ancient knowledge. This is Adurgintza.
What we experience as physical reality is nothing but the ripples our consciousness creates on the infinite sea of awareness...
A. M. Alkain
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