I can’t recall the number of times I have sat at my computer with a stack of books by my side in the middle of the night, say at 2:45 AM or maybe 4, bursting (silently) with excitement over some intellectual epiphany, some sudden realization or Eureka! moment in which I feel like I have finally cracked open the secrets of the universe. All the questions I have struggled with for years—answered. An entire treatise of occult knowledge and mystical revelation unfolding before my third eye. When you spend most of your time immersed in theological and religious questions, great conversion moments are almost guaranteed to happen with an unsettling regularity, unsurprisingly proportionate to the number of books you read that purport to share some hidden knowledge.
This doesn’t always mean that such moments stick the following day, when the daylight breaks in through the shuttered window and you try desperately to sleep off the hangover you got from rereading too many passages of The Book of Lies in a single evening. More worryingly, the harsh light of day frequently makes you rethink what the point of it all really is—okay, so I felt last night like I discovered the missing link, the connecting tissue that really Explains It All—but does anyone else care? Maybe my spiritual issues are only my spiritual issues. Maybe I should stop positing a “missing link” at all.
Reader, I have discovered the missing link. It is Frater Achad.
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