(Gate 8 — Asher: Blessed Are They Who Remember)
The land beyond the Gate of the Seed was quiet—soft hills, shimmering pools, and tall trees with silver leaves. A mist hung gently in the air, and the air felt sacred, like a secret waiting to be remembered.
Eliah walked slowly now. His steps were careful. Something deep within him stirred, like an old melody he couldn’t quite name. He came upon a tree unlike the rest—its trunk was smooth and mirrored, and when he looked into it, he didn’t see his face.
He saw a thousand faces—some laughing, some weeping, some in prayer, others in battle. They were his faces, from other times, other places.
“These are your memories,” said a gentle voice behind him.
Eliah turned. A woman stood nearby, clothed in deep blue and white, with a diadem of starlight upon her brow. She held a scroll in one hand and a feather in the other.
“I am Asher,” she said. “Keeper of the Blessed Book. Guardian of the Gate of Remembrance.”
Eliah swallowed. “What am I supposed to remember?”
Asher unfurled the scroll. “Who you are. Who you’ve been. And who you are becoming.”
She knelt and traced a spiral on the earth with her feather. “Your soul has walked many paths. But forgetting is part of the journey, so that remembering becomes sacred.”
Eliah looked into the tree again, and this time he saw his spark of Light—born in the Breath of the Elohim, chosen before the world was made.
“Even when you forgot,” Asher said, “you were never forgotten.”
A silver gate shimmered into view behind the tree. Its frame was etched with names in every language of the world, some lost, some unborn. Above it, in glowing letters:
“Gate 8 — Asher: Remember the Light Within All Things.”
As Eliah passed through, the mists parted in his mind. He remembered not just who he was—but why he had come.
And the voice that had whispered through every chapter of his story spoke again:
“Blessed are you, Eliah, for you remember. Walk on.”
To be continued…
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