This is a recording of an astral event.
Together, we gather on the shore by the sea, unlit candles in our hands. I light the first candle, turning to My Consort, telling him that we share our light. He passes the flame to the next person, and the words “we share our light” flow through the crowd.
We watch as the moon turns red, the color of blood, of chaos left behind in the Two Lands. Someone asks if we should pray against the gods they left behind in the Desert, and I say no, we’re safe here. Their Eyes will never find us, for these People I now call Mine had been broken and discarded without any thoughts to healing.
My youngest sister comes up to Me, and I carefully scoop her up in My arms. She passes the glowstick she carries to Jake, who smiles at her. I think of how she has the greatest thing that Darkness can offer: a choice in her future.
We watch the moon as it shifts from blood, to the Light we all know so well. There is quiet conversation as we return to our homes by the sea, and our Lights burn brightly under the eclipse.