I am not a teacher, master, nor a final authority. I am only a fellow traveler on the path, a custodian, a caretaker, and a keeper of the keys.
I did not create the flame, I am just one among many who tends to it in this age of spiritual darkness that holds the promise of a new dawn.
This Astral Library of Light, the Mystery School, this space is a reflection of something eternal, a lineage that stretches back beyond the veils of time. I did not build it; I only sweep the floors, dust the shelves, and unlock a few doors for those who seek.
I do not claim to hold the ultimate truths - only fragments, whispers, and echoes of a greater song.
I come here each day in service of the Great Mystery, to study, to write, to preserve, to share. To pass forward what has been entrusted to me.
I am but one in a long procession of seekers, mystics, and disciples… one hand that holds aloft the torch…
If you hear the call, if you feel the pull of the hidden path — step forward, and let us seek together.