Greetings everyone, in recent times, I performed the ritual of Asclepius to support a loved one, during a sudden illness. Thanks to Him, the healing came really quickly and I was once again, given a sudden realization about how fortunate we are to have the Gods, because in the most materialistic sense, the healing would occur in couple of days.
Yet, after my ritual and my promise to Asclepius, that I would cherish this help, the healing came in a day. And I cannot express how grateful I was and how amazing it was, because in certain things that would take time, the Gods may want us to be patient and just follow the principles of life.
But if your mind and soul is pure, thoughts are free from evil, and can open the doors of your heart and allow the Gods to come in - then you will be given the greatest blessings. Because when it happens, there is no limitations, there is no despair and only endless divine love and infinite understanding. This is very rare but as one follows the Path, it will make more sense and good things will happen.
I have many more poems to write and I will do this more frequently, for today, here's my poem for Lord Asclepius, called Until the Flowers Return. I hope everyone likes it and do not forget to remember Asclepius, always and forever.
Divine haze is pouring into my consciousness,
Stripping away the mortal within me, slowly,
Long is my yearning to step out of this darkness,
As the illness wanders through my veins, coldly.
For once I was a free spirit, and my blood of golden,
Yet, even the brightest can be defeated by the poison of illness,
And I shall not reach for the gates of Elysium, as it's woven,
That Asclepius is waiting, to free me from this stillness.
How many days must pass, so the colors of flowers return,
Cherish the gardens of Aphrodite, and the blessings of Zeus,
Not long will it be, for that ever-desired health to return,
Asclepius will emerge from the marbles of Abaton, nothing to lose.
Must not forget, ye initiates, Asclepius is the healer of mortals,
Why dwell on despair, if His name hasn't echoed in the pillars,
Of your soul, that one day can be amidst the immortals,
Call His name and healing will meet us like the infinite rivers.
BAALZEVULON AENAOS