The Sky-Veil: Chapter 6
The Anointing of the Rose and Flame
Journey Across the Sky-Veil is a mythopoetic journey through a forgotten realm where the divine brushes the mortal. A nameless man awakens beneath a veil of sorrow and memory, guided by three silent goddesses across a path of signs, silence, and sacred trials. His quest is not to rise in power, but to remember his name—and the order of Being itself. This is a story of longing, wisdom, and the quiet majesty that crowns the soul.
"Only those who bear longing on their hearts and light on their foreheads may cross through the heavy gates."
The grass grew softer beneath my feet. The winds no longer opposed me, but parted gently, as though recognizing what I had become. Above, the Sky-Veil sparkled with a light too subtle for the eyes, but heavy upon the soul—a glimmer that was not illumination, but invitation.
I followed the golden thread of The Golden Line—the Being of Aphrodite’s rose and Athena’s flame. The land itself seemed to shape beneath my steps, as if remembering a path long forgotten, that of the pilgrims before me.
I came to a clearing where the golden grasses gave way to a circle of bare earth, untouched by moss or mist. In its center rose a single stone—smooth, uncarved, crowned by no flame and bearing no symbol. It was not an altar, but emanated nearness to Being. There, the air grew sweet—salt and rose and fire intertwined.
She came first: Aphrodite, the Bearer of the Rose—She of the Sea-Foam and Smile.
Though her name was not spoken aloud, she stood veiled in light and imbued in a loving fragrance like a warm memory. She touched my heart—not with her hand, but with nearness—and I felt her rose within me ignite, not burning, but with longing.
Then came the second: Athena, the Keeper of the Flame—She of the Grey Eyes and Light. Robed in the radiance of wisdom, she stood opposite Aphrodite. She raised a hand toward my forehead, and the flame I had once feared then formed the gleaming outline of a crown around my head with a heat that did not destroy but revealed. They spoke no words. They needed none.
In the meeting of their glances—rose to flame—I was anointed. Not as a king with privilege, but as a son of The House of the Veiled Crown unconcealed by remembrance. The Sky-Veil rumbled and flashed. Somewhere beyond the farthest hills, in the veiled Highlands of Majesty, Queen Hera prepared a crown.
And I, Nameless for so long, now bore the unseen sigil of both rose and light—ready to ascend further. And as the last shimmer of flame and rose faded into the trembling air, I surveyed the meadowlands and saw it—the narrow, glistening trail winding upward, veiled in gold, leading to the Highlands of Majesty.
"The rose awakens the heart in love and beauty; the flame crowns the soul in wisdom and courage. Only thus may the forgotten return to the throne prepared for them before the world was veiled."
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Lyrics ©Walter Emerson Adams. Music and vocals by Suno ©Walter Emerson Adams.
Enlightened Hera, majesty enthroned The empress reigning in the space between Arrayed in precious jewels all around Your crown of glowing stars for all to see No longer angry, jealous, anxious eyes Queen Hera, in the middle spaces reigns Immortal but still bound in time you find That Being flows across the breezy plains All wise, O Hera, yet you cannot know In hiding, Being clears what angels see The purity of night unseen yet gleams You rule between with grace and majesty To Hera mortals look for shimmers ‘round The gleaming night in purity resounds Beyond the realm where Hera’s power rules The light beyond the middle space is found