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O my Lord and my Beloved,
You have told us that is appointed for man to die. Our flesh is destined to
return to the soil that brings us life; death and life are interconnected
eternally. So it is, and so mote it be.
Now you call me to tread those hills of my childhood once again. You have
smiled with favor upon an old man of the mountains, my grandfather, and have
sent the call. His time left walking among our valleys may be short, I fear.
His time may be nigh, in accordance with the will of the Father.
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Dearest Lord,
cherished Mother, may the two of you be with me now. Hold me in the Spirit,
walk with me again. Grant to me and through me the enigmatic Peace and Love,
as I walk again in my mind upon the old hills and valleys. My kin calls; you
send them to beckon me home. So it is, and so mote it be.
Prepare the way for your servant, the old man of the mountains. He has taught
his children well. Give him rest, let him stay with you on his journey over
the mountain. Guide us all to live by his example, and by your most Perfect
example.
So it is.
So mote it be.
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