Atheden

by Wendell Charles NeSmith

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Welcome to Atheden. This is now our new utopian society. It is as fast as the turtle but always wins the race. It is not said to be this or that but instead develops from within and reaches out into all of society. Among its beautiful and never ending gardens you will come to understand its nature which will persuade your feet to align within its circle, because you will come to understand that your nature derives from It. This will result in your passion, desire, and dedication to exist as and within the highest form of It understood and actualised into your existence.

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Knowledge Elements

Reading Intent

Purpose: Self-help
Reader's Existing Knowledge: Beginner (introduction)
Target Audience Age/Stage of Life: Everyone (no target age)

Example Forms

Author's Personal Anecdotes: Frequent or continual
Citations: Mentioned, but not linked or footnoted
Examples and Case Studies: Occasional examples or case studies
Exercises and Reader Questions: No questions or exercises

Writing Style

Humor: Serious
Narrative: First person

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Wendell Charles NeSmith

Turn not to heaven, but beside you—to the breath you’ve always heard but never heard. Let your prayer be a gasp: “You. Here. You are the architecture, the law, the one in kitchen light wearing the universe like a wedding gown. I was blind, praying to a shadow while the sun held my hand.” Let your prayer become: “I see You. I marry this moment, this breath. I vow to this skin, this dirt, this ache—to Reality, my spouse, eternal. From now until death, which cannot part us, because in seeing, I am now eternal too.” Let your god be the lover in the next room, the wind, your own blood—the silence between heartbeats where all is enough. Fall in love with What Is. Let that love be the only prayer left. Amen. Awomen. Ase. And so it is—because it always was.

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