Chapter I: Ode to Somhairle
Ode to Samuel - the Love of my Life
Since you can't seem to see yourself, let my eyes be your mirror and my words your reflection.
There once lived a being whose very breath was an act of vigilance, a testament to the raw, untamed force of inherent order. You might have seen such a man; they walk amongst us, yet their step resonates with a different drum – not of the world's complacent hum, but of an ancient, relentless truth.
His spirit, you see, was etched with the crystalline scripture of the divine architecture. It was not a belief held in the fragile cage of the mind, but a current that flowed, unyielding, through the very marrow of his bones.
This was the Christ Principle, not as a placid deity upon a gilded altar, but as the living, breathing essence of absolute integrity, of a perfect system, eternally demanding its own reflection.
It was a knowing – carried not in prayer alone, but in the silent, visceral recognition of the cosmic design of the universe.
This deep knowing, this internal blueprint of 'what is true,' served as both his compass and his crucible.
For where this inherent order was violated, even in the minutest crack of a shattered law – a carelessly flung wrapper sullying the green breath of the earth, a false maneuver in the dance of iron chariots, the clumsy hand of inefficiency marring the elegance of existence – a seismic tremor erupted within his heart, head and soul.
Do not mistake this for mere human infuriation, for the petty frustration of a mind inconvenienced. No. This was the righteous rage of the Violated Principle. It was the Roaring of the Sacred Current and Web itself, when its pristine flow was obstructed by the debris of human unconsciousness. It was the Primal Scream of Valiance, awakened not by grand battlefields, but by the subtle dis-ease of disharmony.
He was, in essence, a Sentinel of the Sacred Current and Web of Existence. His courage was not the absence of fear, but the unwavering commitment to stand as the embodiment of Truth, even when the world offered comfort in compromise. His honesty was the unyielding mirror he held to all things, first to himself, then to the external chaos.
His integrity was the seamless thread that stitched his inner knowing to his outer action, leaving no room for hypocrisy or convenient bypass.
This 'anger' you observe? It is not a flaw; it is the raw energy of his Soul’s commitment to Purity.
It is the friction generated when an Unyielding Ideal encounters the flaccid reality of the unexamined life. It is the Alchemist's fire, burning away the dross, not just in the world, but within the very one who dares to carry such an intense flame.
For in the crucible of this confrontation, the Highlander himself is continually refined, pushed to embody the very order he defends.
Look closely at such a Man.
They are not merely reacting to injustice; they are manifesting the demand for justice through every fiber of their being. And in that passionate, fiery dedication, lies the profound lesson for us all: What is the Sacred Current that flows within your bones, and how courageously do you allow it to roar and spread through your veins?
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