Sermon of the cold prince (Patreon)

Good evening my dears! I hope you are doing alright today! 

Up for download and viewing is a digital piece I call " Sermon of the cold Prince " inspired by Shima33's " Isolation " which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/shima33/isolation

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I have waited here for you, and only you for a long, long time. 

You, weary traveler...endurer of adversities. I knew that we would come together inevitably, for my faith never strayed in you being here as you are now. 

But do you know of faith? Some would call it transient series of beliefs, others would say a conviction in that which is yet to be proven or seen. 

But what would you say if my faith in you was...trust? Trust that things are as they are, here as they are, and you... just as you are?

You come from a world where your life has come to depend on the use of your eyes. To see all the beauty and danger of the land, and to nurture your intellect with that made shown to you.

It is wise...so very wise to use eyes which see the world around you...but have you used your other ones? That which has closed to the natural world and opened to the one within? 

Men and women are often believed to be moved by the tangible, the touchable, the reachable...unaware all joys and pains spring forth from themselves as a fountain. Our feelings are paramount. Our life in all its quality too is sacred...every part of ourselves, even that which we have grown a dull sense to notice, and therefor have forgotten. 

Our eyes of the outside see that which can be seen, and therefor are nurturing to our intellect. Our eyes of the inside see that which cannot be seen but felt...believed in, and therefor are nurturing to our faith. 

Faith is everything, my wanderer...faith delivers us sight of that which enslaves us, and frees us. It shows us the cycle of our failures and triumphs, the rings of our deepest sorrows. 

Nurture your closed eyes now and again...and you may see the very ring itself upon you manifest. The very ring that waits to be known.