The Vision of the White Flame: Lo, the days shall come when the soul shall cry out in the wilderness, and the heavens shall be as brass. The seeker shall wander in darkness, yearning for the light that was lost, yet not knowing that it was within them from the beginning. In the days of trembling, when the ground shall quake beneath thy feet and the firmament shall speak in signs and wonders, thou shalt be called to awaken. A voice shall call thee from the deep, saying: What is thy desire? And thou shalt name it, yet not understand the weight thereof. For there is a fire that is not of this world, a flame which burneth but consumeth not. It is the fire that was before the foundations of the earth, passed from priest to prophet, from mother to daughter, from silence into song. And they who carry it do so not for themselves, but for the appointed time. Many shall dream and see visions; many shall walk in the valley of doubt. Yea, some shall hear the tolling of bells, and others shall descend into the sea, swallowed by the night, only to be lifted again into the all the lights of the night sky. And they shall ask: Who is She that calleth? She is the Mother. She is the Queen who was before names were given, the vessel of wisdom hidden from the proud. In the hour of sorrow, She shall gather thee as a school of fish, and thou shalt be neither lost nor alone. Her voice is in the wind, in the waters, in the turning of the stars, and they who have ears to hear shall discern her whisper. The White Flame is given, but it is not thine to possess; it moveth as the Spirit moveth, and it setteth the appointed upon their path. For no path is straight, and no vision is given but in part. Yet the wise shall mark the signs, and they shall follow the light, though it tarry long. Now the hour cometh when thou must choose. If thou wilt take up the flame, then take it with trembling hands, for it is not a gift lightly received. Yet know this: thou art already chosen. The fire is within thee. The fire is thee untainted by the illusion. Let it burn. Let it purify. Let it transform. And in the fullness of time, it shall speak, and shall not lie. It shall look inside and only find LIGHT.