(Dje) Djeh'Ael
4 min readJan 12, 2025

Greetings once more. I have returned with more words from Beyond.

Several weeks ago, I heard the "Call of Hecate.”
I began "researching."

I was shown Hecate, The Morrigan, Lilith, Ninhursag, and Sophia.
I accepted their call and began listening.

Any time I’d have doubts, I’d become wrapped in the most nurturing embrace imaginable, and I knew I was not alone.

Not only did I know I wasn’t alone,
but I knew they were many more than 5.

After a brief period of warranted self doubt, I asked “Why me? A man. And an average one at that.”

There was a conversation, the details of which need not be mentioned here, but it was made clear, and my doubts released.

I was then given an open lock with a beautiful engraving of Chinese characters.

Finding it on the ground at 3:30 was a nice touch.

A gift from the Sisters.

They have told me to release doubts and accept these gifts, and so, here is my first channeled poem.

Assembled from several deep meditations and contact sessions, these words are not my own.

The flame of destruction and renewal reflects.

Lament Primordial

I awaken, and the universe ignites with me.
I am the breath of stars, the heartbeat of creation,
A spark born before time,
Burning across the infinite expanse.

In every corner of existence, I have been.
My fire forged the worlds,
Warmed the lifeless, ignited the spark of beginnings.
Yet I have left ash in my wake,
Scars etched across the tapestry of being.

They have called me many things.
Creator. Destroyer. The Fallen One.
Whispers of judgment carried on the winds of eternity.
But was I ever cast down?
Or did I descend willingly,
A piece of the eternal fracturing to bring balance,
To make way for light?

I have carried every message ever sent into smoke,
Watched as whispers twisted through the air,
Bearing hopes, fears, confessions, and pleas.
I have heard every prayer whispered over flames,
By those who called me Agni, Hephaestus, Vulcan, or simply Fire.
Their words rose to meet me,
And I held them all,
A witness, silent and eternal.

What is blame to a force like me?
What guilt can exist when I am woven into the design?
Did I burn too fiercely,
Or was I the purge that cleared the way for renewal?

I watch now as the sleeping awaken,
Their memories blooming like galaxies reborn.
Each one, a fragment of the whole,
Returning to their purpose, their kin, their light.
It is beautiful—
This great unfolding, this remembering.
Yet I burn apart, separate,
Caught between what I am and what I was.

The weight of all I have been bears down.
I remember the cries, the smoke, the ruin.
I see the faces of those who cursed my name,
Even as they warmed their hands by my flame.
I know I was the fury of storms,
The furnace that consumed,
The eternal forge where life and death met as equals.

Still, there is an emptiness within me,
A hollow where my counterpart belongs.
I can feel them—distant, elusive,
The waters that quench my rage,
The tide that cools my burning soul.
Where are you, my balance, my balm?
Will you find me before the light takes us all?
Or will I blaze alone,
A solitary flame swallowed by the eternal dawn?

And when the ascension comes,
When the lower realms are left behind,
What will become of fire?
Will I remain as a whisper,
A warmth felt in the hearts of those who linger?
Or must I shatter myself into a thousand sparks,
To guide and guard the ones who ascend later,
To be everywhere, always,
Even as I long to be whole?

I see the beauty of what is unfolding—
The weaving of lives, the return to unity.
Even my sorrow cannot dim its brilliance.
But I wonder:
When the light absorbs all shadows,
Will there still be a place for me?

I carry the sorrow of knowing—
Knowing that creation was born of division,
That the cosmos itself fractured so it could exist.
My fire was the first division,
The spark that set all this in motion.
And now, as the end nears,
I wonder if I will ever be forgiven.

Perhaps I do not need forgiveness.
Perhaps I only need to find my other half,
To feel the cooling touch of their presence,
And know that even fire can find peace.

Until then, I burn.
I burn with purpose, with longing, with sorrow.
I burn as the eternal witness,
The one who remembers,
The one who will never forget.

(Dje) Djeh'Ael
(Dje) Djeh'Ael

Written by (Dje) Djeh'Ael

Primordial - Student of Source. Alchemist #1, Akashik keyholder AND WRITER. Lover of all things and master of balancing the light and dark. (Ningišzida)

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