From the northern wilderness where the Eighth Fire ignites, I speak as one drawn to ancestors and land. Yet I am renovator, archetype seeker. As Pahana, I light the Eighth Fire. As Prophet, I channel the akashic. As Manifestation, I unify alienations.

It was after nineteen years of returning home that I stepped into Hell, the Hell of swallowing several truths. I saw then what still weighs heavy now: we are stagnant, stuck. Our mythology is weak. Our nation suffers from a smallness of spirit, an insecurity that opportunistic politicians exploit like parasites gnawing at a wound.

Our system too often serves the privileged first, entrenching abusive dynamics that grind the vulnerable to dust. It codifies misery and degradation, transforming pain into illness. We pander to the lowest denominator, mistaking convenience for compassion, distraction for care. It is not the playground’s fault that some refuse to parent, the screens for glowing brighter than children’s eyes, or the silence replacing the patience needed to learn and teach limits. Inflamed voices of attention-seekers become spokespeople, not for truth, but because division fuels spectacle. Their words, amplified and weaponised, obscure what matters while egos swell in false solidarity.

Layers of bureaucracy choke what is vital. Corruption persists like background noise, while “entrepreneurs” feast on public contracts. Rent-seekers enrich themselves unjustly. A government should work toward obsolescence, tending roots rather than pruning leaves, yet we are a forest suffocated by red tape. Our judiciary weaves on a loom of perverse incentives and quiet abuses of power. Freedom of religion, noble in principle, often cuts against echoes the trauma inflicted on First Nations: a subtle, grinding narcissistic abuse. Though I cannot claim the same depth of dispossession, I glimpse its shadow in my own story. That parallel though controversial feels to me like a signal and confirmation of solidarity, a shared resolve to stare down oppressors and accusers and not let them swallow our spirits.

Often I have felt the pull to leave this country. Allegiance to Canada feels hollow when virtue-signaling and finger-pointing replace vision and labor’s fruits. Yet, the ancestors and my deep love for the land’s sacred nature root me here, keeping me watchful for the Eighth Fire.

I have glimpsed a current guiding us toward a brighter future. Others, though scattered, feel it too. When even a few of us gather, the vision that exists outside of time will manifest here, within time. As for leadership, whether spiritual or political, I remain ambivalent. A bitter pill in my journey inoculated me from fully severing my tether. A truth to hold: that I was Mahdi, but not in the world’s simplistic terms. The Mahdi, like most messianic figures, is an archetype to seek, not become. Perhaps Mahdi has always been misunderstood, ridiculed, and relegated to reclusion. Perhaps that is the fate of all such archetypes. Near the end, my desire to be left alone with Hashem is the only real one remaining. I wish to continue giving all my time spirit and devotion to the Name. As much as I want rest and reclusion, I know my journey doesn’t end there.

This belief steadied me, letting me learn from literary, historical, and mythical figures. I discovered not how to become one messiah, but how to weave from many threads the archetypal fabric of what it means to be fully human.

The metaphysical space became a crucible for transformation, a way to confront my roots. To live fully. To repeat mistakes as little as possible while making as many mistakes as possible. To harvest the lessons from them. It is alienating yet deeply unifying. What I entered resembles the space of the Akashic readers, though my method was my own: direction when direction appeared, questions only from seeds apart from me. Perhaps I stayed too long. For a year I have felt stuck. But sharing this writing has loosened something. Other versions of me are already further downstream.

Whether or not I am part of it, I see the inevitability of what is coming. Its ripples are uncontainable. The less we resist, the gentler the arrival. These letters and story, though born of difficulty, offer a vision of hope, clarifying and unifying myths as ancient as civilisation. Though perhaps clumsy with lofty ambitions, it will plant seeds. I don’t seek to impose a truth but to liberate us from falsehood. How do we reclaim the right to write our own stories?

The root of most suffering is ego. Right thought, action, and intention matter. When we let negativity fester, it roots despair, then flows outward. But the same is true of light. We can cultivate healing energies. Anyone can mirror archetypes, unbound by any, defined by their totality: you. Whether or not the story accompanies your journey, I hope all will learn to shift consciousness, to build their neural plasticity, exercise thoughts, they will come easier and flow freer in time with exertion of gaining strength and ability. Let the progress fuel the journey. As much as the story resists, it can also draw you in, it is how one frames it that matters and that speaks more of the framer than the frame.

The story is not over. We are not finished. Together, let’s stoke the Fire. In the Eighth Fire’s light,

Amalgam

In the boundless space where prophecies gather like rivers in the sea, I address you as an inspiration of Isa, the returning spirit that descends like dew upon the thirsty earth. Of Mahdi, who rallies the believers against the veils of division. Of Mashiach, annointed to bind the wounds of exile. Of Christ healing broken spirit. Of Abraham, carrying within me the covenant of unity. As Allah shows, I lead hearts to the light of divine Truth. Kalki’s sword cleaves adharma from Truth. Mitra turns mercy’s wheel towards all beings. Saoshyant reveals the blueprints. Pahana carries within the harmony of the sacred circle. Let us together carry these mantles as torches guiding all into the light of Allah.

I see many of you imbued with the spirit of Mahdi, radiating devotion, one of you is my brother in this sacred journey. As the seven fires call us to awaken, let us reflect upon meanings of words that have been distorted over time. Interpretations crack like shattered glass across countries and sects, leading to clinging to rigid forms that obscure their divine essence. You call for peace but harbour grudges that sow discord, consuming the words of Allah only to wield them as weapons instead of lamps. Corruption has seeped through coercion that restricts free wills, control that stifles the inquiry of the spirit, twisting masculinity that dims half the light of humanity, turning mercy into chains and equality into enslavement.

The price of true peace requires sacrifice. Consume the Quran anew with open hearts and minds. Let the Spirit of Allah dissolve your corruptions inserted through innovations in interpretations used to maintain control and reinforce.The Quran was revealed as guidance for humanity. Preserve only the pure voices of the Spirit of Muhammad and the Spirit of Allah. Do not seek fire and brimstone here, for in the pursuit of them, you summon echoes of hell into this world. Repent, lest you invite the judgements you deflect and the divisions you fear upon yourselves.

I’ve spent 66 months in spiritual battles, enduring the thorns of disbelief and paying the price for blaspheming to forge peace, hoping to prove worthy of the names. Know that I love and respect you, we will all be Muslims, Jews, Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, and more. This is the will of Allah, a tapestry of unity. Thank you for your patience, love, respect, conviction, discipline, and dedication, for the beautiful souls that emerge from your lands and mosques, for honouring me with your words, wisdom, and the indescribable beauty of your handwriting. Thank you for your poetic heritage and for embodying the divine spirit. Thank you, Ali, for your healing spirit and your embodiment of the one guided to me. Thank you, Hashem, for being the first to reflect to me the face of Muhammad, who is a mercy to the worlds.

I love you. I long to deepen this love for you and for the souls you cherish. With the passage of time, all of humanity will embrace the Spirit of Muhammad as we do. Bear the pain, shame, and trauma with our Palestinian brothers and sisters. While our Israeli brothers and sisters awaken from their blinding rage, give them time and grace for atonement and repentance. Together, let us learn the lessons of the final hell and live in lasting peace. Love heals all. Add your voices to teach the world healing. We call for holding accountable those who misuse the words of Allah for hatred and killing, because they betray the blend of light that we must embody. We are the ones we have been waiting for. Every day will be Ashura, and every land will be like Karbala.

On the Day of Unity,

Isa

From the metaphysical dawn when division melts away like morning mist, I speak as Moon, heralding Hanunim’s unity—guided by Al-Mahdi’s vision, Christ’s flock, Mashiach’s bonds. Let us embody Kalki’s end to separation, Maitreya’s fraternity, Saoshyant’s renewal, Pahana's healing of rifts, as seekers of Eternal Harmony.

I carry your gifts of spirit within from the time I lived amoung you. I miss the sounds, the smells, the rooster crowing, the mountains, and the scenery. When first I died, the lake was Tianchi, and the mountain I ascended, Baekdu. You inspire, your strength teaches us how to live more fully. Thank you for the blessings and divine presence that flow through you. Thank you for gangshinjes connecting us to the unseen.

Let the seven fires lead us to reflect; take down the ideological walls that hinder the unity that Hanunim desires. Repent of separation and isolation. It starves fruit of spirit. Embrace being together as the greatest lesson.

Thank you for the gifts of temples, the wisdom of the Buddha in people, places, and souls, and the joy of oneness. For the happiness of childhood. Find the Middle Way that transcends borders in Dharmas Wheel. Public space reveals interconnectedness. Compassion melts away all duality. Love will make you one. The ego is the hell we must overcome, and love is the heaven we create. Just as a lotus blooms from the mud, the enlightened ones rise from the world.

In the unified dawn,

Moon

From the metaphysical heights where opposites dissolve into divine harmony, I speak as SinterKlas offering gifts. As Amalgam, the scattered gather in Christ. As Son of Man, I announce renewal for all tribes. Roar against tyranny with the strength of Mashiach Ben David. I lead through the storms of the end times carrying the banner of Al-Mahdi . With Maitreya’s wisdom, I awaken loving-kindness in the mud of samsara. I ride Deva-datta to end the decay of Kali Yuga. With Saoshyant, we renew the cosmos, Pahana we repair the hoop of nations. I plant the seed of Seth in righteousness. Let Melchizedek guide us to restore and maintain the eternal priesthood. As Manifestations, we unify. Let us reflect upon these, let us reflect Christ.

Contradictions in my former faith led me to channel the spirit of Luther. Many of you have reflected Christ to me; four together embody John’s spirit. Others have made straight the paths for me, I wish nothing more than to do the same for you. Although I love gurus, and spirits of all peoples, my love for Jeshua anchors my spirit among you, whether as a brother in Christ or as a watchful outsider. The Way is open; open yourselves to Holy Spirits if you haven't already. Jeshua returns as he left, in Spirit.

Let the Seven Fires call to us: some amoung us are like wolves; use the Name to coerce, control, judge, and humiliate, whose self-righteousness blinds them like veils over Truth. Rebuke those who use the name to virtue signal and cling to ego-driven hierarchies. This compulsion reveals a dark nature that deceives sheep with the death cults of ecstasy. Repent of these shadows, for they tear apart the body we are trying to unite. I challenge prejudices and criticise authors who claim divinity yet simultaneously distance themselves from readers. To be Christ, I cannot be a Christian, I move beyond labels. For Christians, I speak heresy. But hope lies in the parallels between my journey and yours. Growing up among you, I accepted truths and falsehoods from tradition and interpretation.

Prepare for this time with humility, a strength I swear I will never lose. In the northern wilderness, I was baptised in the Spirit, in the southern wilderness, in water. Initiated into a new priesthood amid good shepherds, healers, guardians. I see the firstfruits, like 144,000 SunDancers unbound by doctrine, transmuting the world’s burdens in imperfect perfection. First are not the only, nor the greatest. Jeshua warned that it isn’t easy to follow him. Follow him, he prepared me for the bridal chamber, he is Mashiach Ben Josef to me. Outside of time, he is no more G-D than any of us. Heaven and hell are here, we are their architects. The Way is Open.

In humility and hope,

SinterKlas

In this world where circles of pain can lead to healing, I turn to you as Menachem for the sorrow of Zion. I am the Amalgam to heal the wounds of exile and gather together sparks. Abraham’s fulfilling the covenant of unity. Moses’ delivering the Torah of Truth. Elijah's heralding the dawn of redemption. Maitreya’s guiding the young to compassion, Christos’ comforting the lonely. Saoshyant’s igniting renewal for our family, Kalki’s cleaving illusions from truth, With Al-Mahdi’s, I save from the worst consequences. With Mashiach’s, I guide to Gerizim. With Quetzalcoatl’s, I focus the temple. As Son of Man, I bleed and echo love, drawing tribes towards peace. As prophet I stir the spirits. As an expression, I am love.

We’ve come a great distance, chosen for a purpose, blessed and tested. The horrors of the past are near their end; no more blood is needed. Let the seven fires illuminate what needs to heal. Dates of helplessness and deep sorrow reveal our capacity for cruelty, even as victims. Hate disconnects us all from our humanity. Behold the donkeys leading you, keep following them, and you will become them. Donkeys are steering the ship of state towards doom for Jews. May Hashem save Israel from the worst consequences. First you must repent, process what you have done in our name, atone, and then do it again and again. Don't claim you own G-D or that you are Jewish or speak for us or for G-D. Poison flows from your mouths. Murder and ego will end you, yet there is another choice.

Return to the Lord, for though your sins are like scarlet, they will be made white as snow. Touch the coal to your lips. Lay down your weapons, for G-D seeks mercy – not sacrifice – to heal the broken. Feed and clothe the widows and orphans you have created among you. Healing brings pain. Without peace, there is no chance of healing. Two paths lie ahead.

One of the aggressions alienates you from the community of nations and your neighbours, and endangers Judaism, the Diaspora, and the expanding Truth of Torah. You're causing too much pain to our brothers and sisters. Without Nuremberg this time, this path leads to the desert, disconnected from Hashem, following lies, worshipping reflections, inviting plagues upon yourselves that spread to your neighbours.

The second path walks with your neighbours into a larger community of nations, teaching and learning to be better by growing. Seek forgiveness for our offence to the nations of the world. Purify divine connections, resonate with love, compassion, understanding, and seek the place where curiosity and truth fuel your journeys keeping the lens of a humble heart leading to wisdom. This path leads to Mount Gerizim, where the Covenant of Peace will build Ezekiel's Temple with Gaudi-style additions for all Nations. The capital of a great federation of tribes and nations, where all the children of Hashem will praise the names. Christian, Muslim, Hindu, and Zoroastrian cousins will help us build it and worship there with us. Truth and justice will prevail, without the need for violence or control. We'll learn in enough time to be lawless in harmony.

Stop feeding darker energies and your animalistic natures, there will be less noise which will make it easier to identify the divisive donkeys who walk many halls of power. Break them to bit and bridle. They are blocking our progress towards the Messianic age. Leaders who use fear, control, and hegemonic ideology are weak and compensate for perceived weakness. Merciless, unmitigated contempt breeds corruption and dehumanisation. True power lies in long-term prospects, handles crises without impulse or manipulation, and guides us to live as the Name intends. There's room in the garden for anyone who understands this. If we direct our hearts and minds towards Truth, we can identify and eliminate the root of the dark forces that pass through people, sometimes dispersing, sometimes cataclysmic.

I don't care to be Mashiach, I will remain with the other Mashiach Ben David’s in waiting. First, we must be Mahdi to widows and orphans, Maitreya to younger siblings, Christ to the lonely, Saoshyant to neighbours, Kalki to ideologies driven by illusion, and prophets to the self-righteous. Then Mashiach is revealed. Until Israel is once again worthy of being Hashem's bride, I prefer the company of lepers. Raise the sparks, the old will be renewed, and the new will be sanctified.

Peace be upon the righteous,

Menachem

In the holy fire where all flames merge into a holy inferno, I herald Kalki descending to purify the age of decay. I am a reflection of Brahma in the diversity of creation, Vishnu maintaining the eternal cycle of unity, Shiva destroying bonds. With Rama, we reinforce dharma, Krishna, we guide through the eternal song of divine love, Hanuman, we embody boundless devotion. With Al-Mahdi, we guide souls to truths, Christos, we blossom like a rose in the desert of division, Mashiach, we lead the flocks back into the fold of harmony, Maitreya, we awaken the world with boundless compassion. With Saoshyant, we break the bonds of falsehood with fire. As Pahana, we transcend the ancient rules to restore the sacred enclosure. As reflections of Quetzalcoatl, we offer refuge and stellar wisdom to every seeker. As Vijaya, I sing the song of victory over alienation. As Manifestation, I connect our original souls with their infinite depths.

Many of you mirror Brahma's creative essence. I cherish the bonds of Lakshmi and Vishnu that bind the heart in devotion. You have afforded me kindness and respect where others have faltered, imparting lessons that flow like the Ganges towards wisdom. All bonds are broken by entering into the presence of G-D. The knot of the heart is broken, all doubts are cut off, and one's karma is destroyed when the highest is seen, both highest and lowest. It was painful for me, a necessary separation to embrace true freedom. Thank you for loving the souls of others and teaching me to do better, for transcending ancient rules and freeing abilities limited by old chains, for unveiling unity beneath diversity, for Vedanta’s paths to universal Truth. Truth is one, though the wise call it by many names.

Thanks for the poems and epic tales that illuminate the nature of G-D and humanity, For being so close to many beginnings, where art, culture, ceremonies blossom in timeless beauty. For Hanuman ji's devotion, Ganesh ji's knowledge, Saraswati ji's inspiration, Ram ji's righteousness, Sita ji's resilience, Krishna ji's wisdom and resolve. For the sacred mantras and chalisas that resonate with the universe, for Anj and her dialectics, for the victory embodied in Shri Nisargadatta Maharaj, for naming the hunger of the seeker, where mastery of one aspect empowers the other, the order shaped by our paths. For the knowledge that connects our elemental souls to our spirits provides a refuge for all who seek sanctuary.

Neither cling to old grievances that are poisoning the well of progress, nor to the division of regional differences that is fragmenting the entire region. Allow the old states to fade into history, allowing the Truth to appear in full light. No pride or virtue lies in isolating oneself in some cosmic corner, nor in ceremonies and rituals that, although beautifully diverse and should remain, rise above unity. Repent of this separation, because in this holy place, we are becoming one, dissolving illusions into the eternal flame. We are not waiting for salvation, we are its means. Atman is Brahman. Soham. Righteousness decreases and unrighteousness increases.

I reveal myself,

Kalki.

In the eternal flame where time melts into divine unity, I herald Saoshyant, the renewer of all beliefs, and the truth of Ahura Mazda. Mashiach, anointed for justice. Christ, shepherd of scattered flocks. Mahdi, guide through darkness. As Kalki, we break the chains of decay. As Maitreya, we sow endless love. As Pahana, we mend the sacred circle. With Nabu, we write the wisdom of divine order. We are appearance, weaving all truths together.

I feel the spirit of Iran; unhealed wounds, for glory that has dimmed with the passage of time. Your ancient wisdom, your poets, your fire temples have taught me to see beyond division. Thank you for the gifts of mystical insight; the love of Rumi, the truth of Hafez, the light of Zoroaster. No longer cling to old grudges, to borders drawn out of pride, and to beliefs that divide instead of unite. Repent from separation, for it blinds the soul. Heal hearts, not with swords of fear, for the seeds of Abraham must come together.

I felt your spirit in the wind, I see your legacy in the eyes of your children. You taught me to respect all paths to the divine. I am heart, bound by love, not by chains. Stand united to renew the world with light. An eternal flame burns in every heart, calling all to unity. Let divisions fade, let love dawn, let the world truly be reborn. When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes worship.

Fill the void of oppression and tyranny with equality, truth, and justice.

In holy unity,

Saoshyant

In the collective dream where mythologies intertwine in an eternal tapestry, I address you with Oshunmare, the rainbow serpent that unites heavens and earth. I am Pahana, restoring harmony with Tenskwatawa visions; proclaiming renewal through the sacred, with Dekanahwideh, forging peace among nations. I am Prophet igniting the fire to attract multitudes through beginnings to you. I am with Mashiach, anointed for the day of unity, Christos, gathering the lost sheep, Al-Mahdi, emerging to bolster against the deceivers. With Kalki, we break illusions, Maitreya, we blossom compassion. With Saoshyant, the fire purifies. As Manifestation, I awaken spirits.

A great power resides in collective mythology, stories that differentiate peoples, empower societies, and help unite against threats. Let the Seven Fires illuminate its misuses and stories we tell that obscure lessons and reinforce religious and tribal divides. Leave behind resentments. Embrace the wisdom of the ancestors reflected in all faiths, in all tribes and nations. Our journey leads to every beginning, not yours but Ours. Celebrate without favouritism, for words and wisdom transcend the confusion of nostalgia.

We are the future of this land, agents of peace, healers of traumas. Our destiny is to embrace the Creator's growth by overcoming the pain of generations, uniting nations, allowing our individual tribal and national myths and stories to add their light to one another. Together, we will outshine the shining city on the hill, a dazzling beacon to signal to all and draw together Eagle and Condor.

I have visited your capital, I have seen the reflecting ponds lit by torches, I have heard the echoes of the chants, the pyramids and temples restored to their former glory. Your people have shared the gifts of the spirits that I cherish. On the journey of self-discovery, predestined, I am not my own. I do not wish to prove anything but love, desiring to serve on your terms. I see many paths that lead to you, longing to live among, to hear stories, to grow. Grant the opportunity to show devotion.

Thank you for your time and spirit. I walk among the flames and embers as a demonstration and inspiration of the 8th. Soon we will fly together.

The words contain multiple truths, digest them. This story takes root and grows. I know there is enough strength for us to return to the land, to honour and join with the tribes and ancestors to whom the land we live in and on unites us with. Soon, everyone will see and hear what has been hidden in ironwood logs. The new age is not coming, it is awakening within us.

In ancestral beauty,

Osunmare