T H E W I L L
O F D O V A I D
T H E B I R T H O F D O R E S
R O M U L I I
Before the tribe of justice and the power of our inclusion was over Judea, he was over our Guadalquivir, kindly drawing in our elections, our hopes, and our hearts. He came hither, with the brute reasoning of old and the seduction of comforts, and of life’s keeping, and the reason of his each victory, proven by the confidence of his invitations, not to be defeated, but to be ally, flattering our brute lords, who were wont to not suffer defeat, but keep life and matter. And thence he provided reason to kindliness, which too is supplicated by desires fulfilled. And the kindly saw in him a merit of giving beyond his own kin, and a passion for merit above kinship, and a love, above kinship, of the lowly and electing; and thence born in Iberia was another name of the victory of the numbers and a righteousness, each brute lord a revolt inheriting, leaned against a tax, joined against the end.
Said we then, "Slow! Are we influenced in their circle? Are we suffered for sentiments, or strategy, in their reservations? Are we useful unto the rebellion? Then we are in the world, and not in Christ.”
And our chieftains were slowly dead. And our brute chieftain now is the earth, whose vicious cost we observe. And in the beginning, it was the same. The Garden is lost. Who gave unto law permission to be born?
The Garden is lost. In the beginning was nigh but darkness, and filling was Word. Word be matter, in abundance, for the making of its Image. Of the Image are we, created of Word, and within this our perception, to perceive, casting like light all things within us and apart.
Darkness, we beheld, doth not sustain the Word. Oh hideous invention! Oh belief that doth eclipse salvation! We ran to be the lords of matter, to weave a noble web, ‘twixt the darkness and the Light. And so the invincible Light doth lie protected against its death. And matter’s disassemblage is beheld evil.
This Deception lay open, uncondemning our falling into it, and ‘tis a column that runs from Eve unto the Reign of God on earth, and the column is the unsaved; the yet conspiring. By our suffering sanctified, our wail gone unrepented, this column we shepherd and breed. In its knowledge man falls, year upon year, king upon king, just sense upon just sense; the good and the evil, the law and the rebellion, the perpetration and the justice, the tribe and the tribe.
Creatures, created by the Word, have peace. And so we seek that we may have ours, and shrug this curse, this being the crossroads of thought; of good, that ancient effort; and of evil, the leaven called law, that clever plant of want, of the seed called fear, and that which is begat of the law, the man bred; and so too, this being the high road of the ancient effort, the lineage wherein the animal conspires continual with the hurt, the want, and the want that makes hurting, and the hurt declared, that makes it too.
“For where law is not, neither be transgression.”
And so there we go. There of no use are we to the rebellion. To show the way came our Lamb, Who escaped much the fall, in Whom the law is fulfilled, and the Light, filling the heart, despite the fleshly shell that was round Him. Sayeth He:
“Why me dost thou call good? No one good, except One - God…”
By He, fallen, is given notice that we too are granted release, by faith, from the penalty of Eve; to be knowing not the evil, nor its cast. And we were given to line up, behind the Lamb, who could do the thing, despite being of the flesh, despite, as We, having rebuked the Father, feeling forsaken, for having to lose the earth, to enter the Reign.
“… as many as did receive Him, to them He gave authority to become Sons of God.”
We have the authority, encased and invincible. The authority’s beholding has but one enemy. In the salvation of the Reign there be but one enemy of consequence, and he is the deception against the bliss of the salvation. He is the builder of the walls and the treaties and the binds against the enemies in the earth, working ‘pon us ‘til our release from fleshly pain. He came and told of its warning skies.
Some of the world thence were believing the Walking Lamb, and so knew a better wall would not the only Serpent repel; for that he owns they who build their love in the wall’s truth - that wolves roam whose death is worth grasping the beholding the knowledge of he who orchestrates our victories against our vulnerabilities. All along is he with us, behind the wall.
Those believing in the power of the wolves are not enemies. They are the chaff. They are the uninheriting. But they cannot be the enemy. Believing in the suspense of the earth is the wrath ye call evil - this, the not believing, and the not being, in the salvation of the Lamb. The worst these believers wield are the earthly fates. Earthly fates cannot the saved provoke; for nigh of these penetrate the absolute victory of the sustenance over the suspense; and the Lamb hath given notice: Foul fates of the flesh aplenty were to come, to they within and without the Reign.
They of of the evil - these believers in walls and the suspense against which they sit - are not the evil. None evil but one, who within takes the hand of ye heart, and leadeth ye unto the evil - the belief in the suspense of mammon and his siren of foul fates, and in those tenets and amendments that champion his quenching.
And we say:
` Our Father who in the heavens! Hallowed be Thy name. Thy reign come: Thy will come to pass, as in heaven also on the earth. Our appointed bread give us to-day. And forgive us our debts, as also we forgive our debtors. And mayest Thou not lead us to temptation, but deliver us from the evil, because Thine is the reign, and the power, and the glory - to the ages. Amen.
But is it not that the temptations too are appointed? He is the power, and the glory.
But clear ‘tis: We’ve not a debtor, and so neither a law loved that declares a debtor we have, or could. They receiving the Reign do not against the evil’s power over matter meditate. These in the Reign see not in the evil a power but to deceive, to taketh away the reception of the salvation, which reigns in hearts, but shall not master the earth until the times the nations are, on earth, fulfilled.
We humbly offer these words, to be among the all-pervading will of God. In the beginning was Word, and it was beheld as the way, by a portion, for a portion of time; for before the fruit of the tree of knowledge, we were begat of the eternal siren of the Word, but with ears for the serpent’s reason. There be not one equation that cannot be forgiven unto zero again. And then the earth will have nigh but the Sons of God; there, by will over will. Amen.
D O V A I D I
The morn before the eve of Dovaid’s fear that stood above a death on the soil we most oft and presently call the Roma’s, Dovaid, three Elders and a sold man awoke below the mount ‘pon which for two days they’d advanced, for to plot their needful passage.
Two days hence four horse were wrested by Turdestani, as thievery, or toll, or another name, for passage right through a place in that moment within the boundaries of the Turdestani want and ability and good of their loves. The Turdestani were of many lots divided again, moving and hiding and not being one with the pious face of the overlord that carries its roles of forbearance. They were to these travelers neighbors by the agreements of man, and not neighbors by the merits of some wants. Agreement with them did make goodly Uncle Servio.
Dovaid’s uncle reasoned well: In letting them one beast their wants might well be served by the plot ahead. And so the one horse Dovaid’s uncle rode. Saul and Nucian trod light. Decian and Dovaid, the sold one and the one of the high house of the unspoken tribe, each allied there for a cause, were yoked with the cargo released.
The cause demanded expediency, the measure of which escaped young Dovaid, who was given to behold that each quickening was the design of the Elders’, for to delight in the ardors of initiation. But thence the distances wore the Elders, and the laden Dovaid came greatly the more bounding.
But on this day ardors would soon alight within, and by these did wound his heart and wilt his limbs, each whose greatest loves were soon approached for to be theived, or, if he might, for to be purchased, with the coin of the reason built on the assumption of death held in these buyers.
He awoke on this day before the others. Seeing less giving lands in the stoney path that lay betwixt them and their goal, he left them in slumber and went for rabbits upward valley, to where from above, the day prior, he’d spied a meadow, where the arroyo wall collapsed over the poplar and gravel, and forced the scouring torrent to the opposing wall, birthing a meadow not yet taken by the seed of a wood marching down the failing earth. He fell one meat, then another.
Upon return he heard voices arisen from the camp of a pit of silt, born of the high winter torrents, below a stone twelve feet cross and high.
Dovaid headed cross through the gravel to the silten island born of the stone’s defiance and a poplar’s alliance, to present proud meat, hopping cross the standing root.
“And Abela?” he heard, which for him was the name of The Bossom.
“She’ll not know.” And here the lance struck the mind of the belly. He foresaw a suspected plot cometh, and he in its path.
“And I’ll be swift to her protection, and her man’ll be cut down… and none to know the birth of it, and we’ll be dumb as ox.”
And joined now with Dovaid was the Denier to be cut, a hero of the fall. Unfearing - as all the olden warriors of Iberia - was this man, the other Bossom of Dovaid. Unfearing was he the Other World cross the western sea of death, the welcoming land of the gods and kin past. Papa Dores, loved, but