It is my humble wish that Earth be freed of penumbra of nescience, which has now become tenebrose. I am Philomel, Nightingale from the from Isle of Chastity, where in full splendour of undulating glorious light, seraphic snow-white lilies unfurl their pearl-like whorls…

Here we gather gold-work gossamer threads from the chalice of life itself, which we then radiate down the spheres in overarching tones of exultant joy! When the hour came that I once again must descend to Earth to imbue it strength and vigor, I rejoiced with all my Love-engendered spirits. The celestial bells rang out their mellifluous sonorous melodies.

I bid farewell to my home Patmos!


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