-~•WHÅtRĘÅŞØN•~part 4

A choice tree, tall and strong. It shall grow fast and shadow thee from the dark and furious storm. Fear not! dearest one of many. The sun will shine long for you. Be not so long dismayed, but resolved for the length of the journey: And the path will unfold to you clearly. There are none beside us, nor any as perfect as thee, there is no exception to the rule. Yet without initial prayer,  intercession hath no fuel.  Speak with me again, in the night of the darkest moon. ~Bęlieve no fable, tale or myth from the modern mouth of woman or man.  Neither submit thy will, or fall unto, their arrogant wretched hand. Have ye no place in this distant battlefront? Open ye not, the tired eyes that see? There is a book now many take for granted. Neither choose they with innocent eyes to see the things inside. Neither consider they the lies, that heavily distort the innocent youth.  But, before there is knowledge of a truth, they create and form an opinion.  There is a §pirit of deep slumber upon them:  There is a Ļįvįng §pirit they cannot hear; ' that it might be for a time thus written, and, forevermore at length to come'. Howbeit, the choice is of their own concentment. They are fairly given the means to consider all