I have returned from the sacred world. I went searching for something unknown and found the familiar unknown. I entered a lost and forgotten wilderness, preserved in time. The beauty, the danger, the spiritual sense of home. I found God on Earth, East of Eden. But all that is gold does not glitter. This place is threatened. There is an evil lurking about its borders. Some sense of a strange and troubled past. Like the sweet song of sirens, this beauty also calls to a danger that threatens those whose hearts fain to listen.
I do not grasp the forces that flow in this sacred world, this sancta mundi, but I found my call to adventure. I don’t understand what is stirring in me, but I crave to find out more. For better or for worse, I can not help this desire to charge into the unknown danger and take on this evil force; to rescue the beauty and free her from its prison. Yet I feel so small and insignificant. Who am I to take on this evil alone and unequipped?
The coordinates led me to a stone on which was inscribed a reference to some obscure Jewish ritual:
First Shabbat seven days after Rosh Chodesh
I plan to return to this spot at sunset on Friday of the week following a new moon seeking to find help from someone with the power to do something about it.
Jeremiah 6:16