It is The Power, The One, The Faith, that gives the People life.

I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but the circles are turning,

and the earth is changing.

Something is trying to unravel the path woven by The Power.

And it is The One, Who is trying to unravel the path.

Circles… always the circles and time don’t mean much to The Power.

That which was, like all life, no more.

To know… you must learn.

To feel… you must experience.

To see… you must hope and believe with all your spirit.

All else  is the test of spirit,

of imagination, and of your illusions,

which it must and shall be separated by only one way.

The way must come from the knowledge of the past,

the pain of the present

and the hope of the future.

What seems real… is not.

All about you … is not you,

contrasts…

good and evil…

light and dark…

All the sources of life… and none.

That’s the separation of the belief of your spirit.

Only The Power has no contrast.

Only The Power is real.

All that is… and we are not.

Prepare yourself and seek to The Power.

The seeds of the future will be planted by your roots and words,

your actions, your belief, and The Holy Word 2.

To follow the way to The Power,

you must die and reborn.

For the Water is the life-giver.

And to unravel the path set by The Power you need The One.

He talks and sings with thousand voices.

All that is… and we are not.

If The One deems you worthy,

He will open the path to The Power for you.

The One will guide YOU, the was, to The Power.

The Power of all People, The One, that’s the key to it all,

The Faith, and beliefs you will need.

What I can’t teach you, The One will.

For as long as we existed,

we have taken Faith from those around us.

We have shared ourselves with others,

twining our Faith with theirs…

We have been feared, loved, desecrated, and renewed.

The world remains eternal and forever changing.

As the new People must come from everywhere.

What is old must mix with new.

Your Father was the First Man on earth.

He carried us to the People of the earth.

There, patterns were woven like the strands of a basket.

We wait now to see what comes…

a storm brews in the Promised Land.

We who destroyed The One,

seeking the way to The Power.

No knowledge that event would turn Him against Us once more,

before entering The Kingdom of The Power,

As Thy Father across vast sky bowl.

No, don’t think of it, He is gone.

His spirit has returned to earth that once nourished Him.