Ad astra per aspera

We know that all things are connected whether we feel this connection or not. The only difference is the amount of interference on that connection. What did I feel with what I can only explain as minimal interference? Well besides a oneness with everything I felt supreme confidence in everything I did, said, and thought. I had immunity to corruption. No amount of temptation could dissuade me from my purpose. That purpose at the time was to bring the ultimate love child into the world. The first of the last lost prophets had found his way and that was to ensure that the keeper of the keys to the gate to everywhere would be made flesh and blood through the power of love.
The elder spirits would draw power from the universe to alter reality around me. Our world’s infinite beauty was unveiled to me through the power of Allsight. Some of the aspects of the Allsight can be defined as the ability to see a person place or thing from beginning to end. Oh what wonders I beheld through the eyes of ultimate appreciation. All motivation was made clear to me. The one line of questioning that easily exhausted both the minds and imaginations of theologian and aristocrat alike was finally answered by the highest power. Imagine boundless joy, endless empathy and perfect peace. That was my boon that was the ultimate prize waiting for me at the center of my heart in the deepest shadow of my soul. I found it there beneath a towering monument of hate. Hate sustained by me with my own time and effort. Once I tore it down all that energy was redirected towards spiritual growth and the promotion of harmony by resolution of conflict.
Here we are ten long years later. I can only suspect where it may have all went wrong. The only thing I could really walk away with from that most promising time in my life is the knowledge that though myself had reached selfless status my deeds could still be selfish if I put one person above another. My poor excuse is that I made the mistake of entrusting her with my humanity. She was the ground floor in the tower of intent I had become. As long as her love and faith did not falter, as we all knew it could and would, it would be a different world right now. It would be a world where everyone could heal anyone with mere thought and subtle gesture. With every one of us possessing a key to the gate to everywhere and the ultimate open door policy we would find our place among the stars. We would explore every corner of existence and at the forefront of the grandest expedition of all time. My son.
Ten long years and the first of the last lost prophets becomes the last of the last lost prophets. Armed only with a pen that can no longer rewrite history to indulge imagination so I put it to paper and state that I’m willing to once again try to solve this quintessential caper of why we are really here and why we really fear everything unknown.