Cosmology of the Sky-Veil
The Shimmer Beyond Forgetting
In ages past, there was not darkness—but forgetting.
The Sky-Veil is the breath between worlds, the place where the divine brushes the mortal like wind through tall grass. It is not a metaphysical place, but a threshold. Not a heaven, but a clearing of remembrance. It is the veil stretched thin between holy and exile, between what has been lost and what is.
Beneath the Sky-Veil lies the Grey Beneath—a land choked in fog and sorrow, where souls wander in the ache of exile. It is not punishment, but forgetfulness. It is the place where longing is born.
Above and beyond the Veil burns the Flame—that which cannot be seen, touched, or spoken, yet which draws all true desire. It is the Light of Being itself, hidden not in height, but in the depth of the being there.
To guide those wandering beneath the Veil, three heralds of Being remain:
⚭ Aphrodite—She of the Sea-Foam and Smile – herald of divine love and beauty, harbinger of longing. She walks beside the shimmering streams of the Veil, touching souls with the rose that warms—of beauty and what was. Aphrodite comforts and harmonizes. Her gift is Remembrance.
⚭ Athena—She of the Grey Eyes and Light – whisperer of wisdom, keeper of the inner flame. She sees with clarity, and gives the mirror in which illusion shatters. Athena guides and protects. Her gift is Discernment.
⚭ Hera—She of the Ox-Eyes and Crown – keeper of majesty, voice of naming. More than comfort or guide, she calls. She speaks the name written in the soul, hidden in the Flame. Hera receives and crowns. Her gift is Dignity.
Together they weave the Golden Thread, the sacred path across the Sky-Veil—a path not toward greatness, but toward the Flame of truth of the self, remembered and rewritten.
The man who walks the Golden Thread shall not rise in power.
He shall remember in love and serve in majesty.
Enjoy “The Dawn of the Three” from my album Mythic Revelations (Original Mix), available on my music site.
Lyrics ©Walter Emerson Adams. Music and vocals by Suno ©Walter Emerson Adams.
Pure Aphrodite, charm’s first light embrace As Dawn’s soft glow reveals the middle space What night once hid, the morning light makes clear Bright herald shine, your gift bestow now near O wise Athena, guardian bright and true Your courage, poise, the mortals look to you Through peace and justice, joy ascends the heights Be near to strengthen us with steady flight Majestic Hera, throne of royal might With dignity you herald clear and bright High crown, ascend where regal might still lies From hiding, raise the jewels before our eyes Their rivaled hearts dissolved in golden light No strife-torn judgment, no dark clash at night Now dawn reveals the harbingers in three Athena, Hera, reign with Aphrodite!