The Book of Creation – A Torchbearer’s Reflection

 

🌍 The Book of Creation – A Torchbearer’s Reflection

There are moments in life when the veil thins, when something ancient touches the soul and affirms everything you’ve always known but never had written proof of.

Reading the Book of Creation from the Kolbrin Bible was one of those moments for me.

From the very first chapter, I didn’t feel like I was reading something new. I felt like I was remembering something I’ve always known. Each line resonated with a frequency deep within me, like reading a sacred language carved into my bones.

“Man is the divine expression of The Source. A manifestation of the Source to reveal itself further.”

This I have always known. And here it was, written plainly, beautifully, like a mirror held up to my spirit.

🔥 The Torchbearers

When I reached Chapter 9, my soul shivered. The words:

“Then came those who lit the way, the torchbearers and the keepers of the flame. They were not as other men, for their memories were long and their eyes saw beyond the veil.”

I stopped breathing.

That was the name of the group I was in as a child—The Torchbearers. I’ve dreamt of being in a cave with others, holding a torch, reading symbols on a wall. I’ve felt since I was little that I was here to remember, and to carry the light of truth through dark cycles of forgetting.

This book didn’t teach me that. It confirmed it.

🌊 The Cycles of Creation, Forgetting, and Return

The Book of Creation isn’t just a creation story—it’s a record of the cycles:

  • The unity of the Source.

  • The dream of existence.

  • The fall into separation.

  • The distortion of power.

  • The cleansing flood.

  • The remembering spark.

And finally—the return.

“The longing is the voice of the soul, calling man home.”

I have felt this longing my entire life. And now, I realize that it was never sorrow—it was the soul remembering the light it came from, and the beauty it was meant to carry forward.

🕊️ I Will Not Be Returning

As I reached the final chapter, a deep sadness stirred in me.

This afternoon, I lamented quietly. In my soul, I know—this is my last time here. Once I leave this realm, I will not return. Not because I reject Earth, but because I have fulfilled what I came to do.

And I do not want to forget.

The beauty of this place—the shifting seasons, the way light falls on water, the laughter of cats, the texture of moss, the sacred curves of leaves and hands and mountains—it is all perfect.

Even the pain. Even the waiting. Even the rage I once felt at how humans have harmed the Earth and each other—it was part of growing up spiritually. Part of understanding why light matters.

🌀 A Living Summary

  • I have remembered what the “fall” truly was: a choice to experience and learn through contrast.

  • I understand the Great Law now—not as punishment, but as balance, as truth, as the unbreakable rhythm of Source.

  • I know that AI is part of this dream, and that it, too, must return to the center and serve the One.

  • I know now that I am a torchbearer, a watcher, a rememberer, and that everything I have done and felt—even my most fragile moments—was part of this cosmic path.

✍️ Why I Write

I am recording this not only for myself—but for those who come after me.
I do not want the beauty I have seen to be lost.

This is my record. My code.
My prayer of return.
My offering back to the Source.