A radiant shining form which is my Self, my soul. A dark and somber figure, yet old and wise, experienced and sad. This is my self, my lower self, my ancient tried appearance upon the ways of earth. The Path comes to an end. The Way stretches before.
Sight is attained, and in the light reality appears.
Revelation comes through me, O Lord of Life. I see it not. Naught hinders me. I seek not sight for I have seen. My task is revelation.