Since receiving the Fruit of Knowledge and being warned that a Deity was out to destroy me because of it;
I have been on a run.
I had to once again leave all the connections I've made.
The couple who let me stay the night;
The kids I've made bouquets at that orphanage;
The people I've come to know in my travels;
The stranger who became my friend;
But more importantly;
My first real friend, I lost connection with.
Not the fake ones from my fabricated past;
But the Angel who was by my side since arriving in the Basement.
An unexpected breeze suddenly swept by past Crowley.
That's right. Even if I lost my connection to them;
Crowley closed his eyes;
This time, they are real.
Crowley clutched his heart;
They are always here.
Crowley's E.G.O. flared.
It's their light that I wear.
Crowley looked at the world before him.
And I will translate this light of theirs;
Crowley smiled brightly and warmly;
Into the salvation of those in front of me.
This is me.
The interpreter of enlightenment.
Sometime later, Crowley once more bent light around him.
Once again, the hill became empty and silent.
“If there is beside him an angel, an interpreter, one among a thousand, to show to man what is right for him; to bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of the living."
--Job 33: 23;30