I am not a master, nor a final authority. I am only a custodian, a caretaker, a keeper of the keys.
I did not create the flame—I only tend to it in this age of spiritual darkness that holds the promise of a new dawn.
This library, this Mystery School, this space—it is far older than I am. It 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.
Perhaps I hold a few keys that can unlock certain doors, but what lies beyond them is not mine to give—it is yours to discover.
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 voice in the chorus, 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.