The Oblivion of Outer Darkness

“The Oblivion of Outer Darkness”
March 27th, 2025

What is below Hell?
What is above Heaven?
What lies beyond this Duat-dream we call Reality?

Is it the Monsters?
The Old Gods?
The Interdimensional Creatures of the Night from some Lovecraftian Lore?

Whatever it is,
I’m glad it’s not Here.

So thank you, Archons, for guarding the Gate.
Thank you, Archangels,
and to Michael,
for Leading the Charge
against whatever lurks in
the Oblivion of Outer Darkness.

You hold the Line,
so that we may Tend to the Garden
that is Down Here.

And what is this Garden?
It is the Womb of Worlds.
The Field of Becoming.
The place where Souls are planted like seeds,
buried in darkness,
watered with tears,
kissed by Sun,
and asked only to Grow.

To Tend the Garden is to know:
You reap what you sow.
Life becomes Death.
Death becomes Life.
And what is harvested
feeds the Stars.

So I break the ground with sacred hands,
turn the soil of sorrow,
plant my prayers in the dirt
like holy runes.
I water them with truth.
I prune with discernment.
I wait with faith.

And when the Serpent coils around the Root,
when the Scorpion sleeps beneath the Leaf,
when the Hidden One of Ophiuchus
walks again among Men—
may the Garden still be tended,
may the fruit still be sweet,
and may we still remember
why we were placed Down Here.

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