The Alabaster Light
To walk this way is to allow one’s heart to be gathered into Mirelda’s own.
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The Alabaster Light
Mirelda’s alabaster vessel is the bearer of her syntax—the gentle light through which her Being speaks. Its clear brilliance does not dazzle; it receives and refracts. What flows through it is not ornament, but gift: an anointing poured forth through a union of hearts, an overflow of what she has become through turning, remaining, and loving.
These ointments are not symbols held at a distance. They are radiance itself—repentance made luminous, contrition made gentle, friendship made faithful, love made abiding. In Mirelda, these are not virtues possessed, but modes of Being. Her very presence is alabaster light: the brilliance of Inceptual Thinking, the quiet guidance that carries the soul through the Divine Night without haste or fear.
This light is Aletheia—truth unveiled—held within the safeguarding contours of truth already received. Mirelda’s map of meaning draws its coherence from what has been entrusted, while the path traced within that light is the unfolding itself: truth not as conclusion, but as appearing. What is sought in silence remains hidden within the alabaster glow—concealed, yet offered. The illuminated way is an order of Being discerned not by force, but by attunement: a receptivity awakened through gift.
To walk this way is to allow one’s heart to be gathered into Mirelda’s own. She does not command; she accompanies. Following her alabaster light, the soul is gently enflamed—drawn toward adoration without coercion, toward love without remainder. One learns to live as she lived: in contrite joy, in radiant humility, until desire is simplified and possession gives way to belonging.
The alabaster light is Mirelda seated in stillness, her gaze lifted toward what withdraws even as it draws near. It is grace refracted through fidelity, light given through surrender, gift received and returned. To dwell within this light is to love utterly—to rest the soul in radiant stillness, where Being no longer needs to be grasped, because it is already given.