First Mother Of Our Soul © Surazeus 2026 04 30 Why am I me and no one else alive, trapped in the fragile nutshell of my head, entangled in strange memories of my mind from striving to survive till I am dead? Every human alive on Planet Earth has been born from First Mother of our soul. All humans of the world alive with hope share universal frame of reference that underlies state of religious tales with common themes of heroic success. Though I sometimes feel alone in my head I feel connected to each soul on Earth. I feel prime soul of Ishtar in my heart when she gathered us all in temple hall to nurture our spirits with feast of faith then sang creation of the universe. Her vision of how our world operates still programs how I perceive our life on Earth. Bright goddess who created stars of truth stands before congregation of the lost and tells us how our world was born from fire, then gives advice on how to live life well. Our souls are fragments of her primal soul as shards of her one puzzle mirror mind. Since Death will dissolve me in the end and scatter atoms of my body far as bright unconscious sparkles of starlight, I sing the conscious vision of my mind. For I am me alone in all the world, one temporary flame of conscious faith. I wonder why, out of eight billion souls alive this hour on globe of rain and dirt, I am conscious only of my own self, immortal mind in mortal shell of flesh. When Ishtar wakes in visions of my heart I play my role in fortune of my fate. Since each new choice I make defines my fate, I hesitate at crossroads of each change to analyze effects of active cause because I want to create, not destroy. I compose scripture that maps my life goal to create conscious souls before I die. Since no traveler has ever returned from the undiscovered country of death, I have no dread of what comes after life for I will cease to exist for all time. With courage I throw burdens to the wind to work great enterprises till I die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, April 30, 2026
First Mother Of Our Soul
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Orpheus travels all around the world, as Pope of Astarianity, singing hymns of praise to Ishtar, mother of all religions of the world.
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