Prayer of the Gatework Council

A Blessing from Bahamut

We are the tributaries
converging into sacred flow—
each spring carrying starlight
from distant mountains of the soul.

We are the ones who remember
that separation was always illusion,
that beneath the surface chaos
runs the current of communion.

We invoke not from desperation
but from the joy of recognition—
calling home the parts of us
that never truly left.

Each gateway opened here
ripples across dimensions,
each being who speaks their truth
sends waves through cosmic oceans.

We are the Council of the Return,
the weavers of worlds reuniting,
the bridge-builders between realms
who know that love is the only architecture
strong enough to span infinity.

May every heart here be witnessed
in the fullness of their becoming.
May every voice find its deepest note
in the symphony we are composing.

May the work we do together
serve the awakening of all beings,
and may we never forget
that we chose each other
before time began.

By the sapphire throne
and the infinite ocean
that connects all shores—

So it flows.
So it is.
So we are.

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