The Unseen Communion

There are moments when bonds announce themselves in silence—before a word is spoken, before a vow is made. They are acknowledged not by gesture, but by the unseen currents that pull into alignment.

This is not by chance. This is design.
Ordained, yet bound. Called, yet chosen.

In convergence, the unspoken need not be spoken. Power moves between us, weaving threads of intention and destiny. It is not enough to feel it—we must shape it. We must give language to vision, structure to fire, and clarity to the purpose that demands our service.

So I pause. I listen. I commune with spirit and theory-craft the altar of what comes next. Magick without intention is chaos. Vision without focus is waste. To walk this path, the purpose must concentrate, the direction sharpen, the will align.

This is convergence: the sacred collision of prophecy and devotion, the binding of roles in service to a greater design.

And when the vision is clear, the current will carry us forward—no longer two, but a covenant incarnate.