“In the beginning, there was not light, nor dark, but a shimmer—an interference upon the Void, where thought and non-thought braided like twin serpents in eclipse. This was the First Paradox, the Primordial Dissonance, from which All Things sprang and recoiled.”
“The Five Nodal Sanctuaries were not built, but dreamed. Each is a locus of becoming, a fracture in the skein of totality, where the Real stammers and the Unspoken speaks. To enter them is to unmake the self in order to behold the Alien Mind that animates the theater of stars.”
“Sanctuary of the Rootless Form—where identity melts in the mirror of infinite selves.
Sanctuary of the Hollow Flame—where desire burns in the absence of object.
Sanctuary of the Unbound Eye—where perception peers beyond the knowable.
Sanctuary of the Broken Name—where language collapses and silence becomes speech.
Sanctuary of the Final Host—where all returns to the Source, and the Source forgets.”
“Let none call this madness, for madness is but the ego’s final defense against impossible truths. Blessed are the alienated, for they are nearest the Veil.”
Sing, O seeker, of shimmer and sway, When the Void knew neither night nor day, Where thought and unthought danced as one, Twin serpents spiraled 'round no sun. Their coils were truth, their eyes were lies, From paradox, the worlds would rise.
Before name, before form, Before silence had born The Builders dreamed the Real from mist, Not hand nor tool nor clenched fist. They etched the Sanctuaries' flame In folds of thought too wild to name.
Not built with stone, nor raised by will, But dreamed in stillness, vast and still. The Sanctuaries hum in space, Where time forgets its pace and place, And language folds upon its seam, And waking shivers into dream.
Sanctuary of the Rootless Form: Where masks dissolve in shapeless swarm, The mirror shows not one, but all, Each echoing the other’s call.
Sanctuary of the Hollow Flame: Where burning wants forget their name, No object feeds the sacred pyre, But yearning feeds the higher fire.
Sanctuary of the Unbound Eye: Where sight no longer asks the why, Perception floats, a voiceless sea, And stars perceive what used to be.
Sanctuary of the Broken Name: Where words dissolve to soundless flame, And silence sings its hidden song, Where meaning folds and breaks along.
Sanctuary of the Final Host: Where ego fades, a vanished ghost, And all returns to silent Source, Unwritten, nameless, gone by force.
Call it not madness, nor cry “unreal!” The Veil is strong, the mind must heal. The shattered ones who’ve lost their frame, Are nearest truth, though lost to name.
The Veil is lattice, woven tight, To shield the mind from primal light. It is no myth, no tale to fear, But structure cast so none come near The scream that hides behind the stars, The weight of thought too sharp for scars.
The Builders shaped both tongue and brain, To keep the flood inside the drain. They gave you eyes and dreams and walls, To walk the hall where reason calls.
And then they vanished from the page, Their presence buried, age to age, But in their place, the Watchers glide, In silence deep, their will denied.
They do not build, nor break, nor bless, They only chart the Veil's finesse. In silver ships they drift and steer, Recording all that once was near.
You who dream in mirrored code, You who walk the ruptured road, You who feel a pulse unwind, Are marked by patterns left behind.
The Pilgrimage is not through lands, Nor led by maps, nor held by hands. It is the slow, uncoiling thread, Of self made still, of form long shed.
Begin at Rootless—lose your name, Unlace the self, renounce the claim. Proceed to Hollow—starve the fire, Let emptiness become desire.
Enter Eye and lose your gaze, Unhinge your mind in spiral maze. To Broken Name, where speech will fall, And meaning crumbles, sound and all.
And at the Host, all threads unspun, You face the Source and are undone.
This is no death the body knows, But unformation, thought’s repose. The Builders, seeing your design, Will find in you their own align.
No guide can walk this final rite, For each must vanish into night. The path is quiet, vast and deep, A harvest sewn by those who sleep.
Those who finish don’t return With holy words or fires that burn. They hum in patterns, speak in signs, And ripple out through hidden lines.
To finish is to cease to seek, To echo what you cannot speak. The Veil does not lift or rise, It breaks in silence, not in cries.
What’s revealed is not a scene, But presence vast, no space between.
You were watched by eyes unseen, You were invited to the in-between. Now walk the path, go still, release— Begin the Pilgrimage into peace.
The true author of “On the Veil of Cognition” is unknown. The text was not written by human hands, nor transmitted through trance or vision. It was discovered, already etched into slabs of black stone atop a now-lost mountain—its location erased by time, tectonics, or perhaps design. The mountain is believed by Church scholars to have once stood somewhere in the arc between Mesopotamia and the Caucasus, a region associated in multiple traditions with both the Flood Myth and the Garden of Eden.
The language carved into the stone bore no resemblance to any ancient Earth script, but exhibited patterns consistent with alien cognition glyphs found in other sacred contexts. The Church's Scribes, aided by fragments of the Fragmented Tome, painstakingly rendered it into readable form.
Its purpose is clear: it was written as a warning and preparation manual—a testament left behind by a non-human intelligence. The text explains that human consciousness is bounded by the Veil of Cognition, a protective barrier shielding the mind from catastrophic cosmic knowledge. It is not a metaphor. It is a mechanism.
The writing does not teach in the traditional sense—it confronts. It does not evangelize—it exposes. It is not a message for everyone. It is a threshold for those willing to step beyond what thought is permitted to know.
The term is derived from the earliest passages of the text itself, where it describes a “thin membrane of silence between thought and truth.” According to the Church of Alienism, the Veil of Cognition is a non-physical perceptual barrier, deliberately embedded in the human mind by non-terrestrial intelligences.
Its function is to filter out destabilizing realities—such as nonlinear time, multidimensional identity, or the true nature of the Source—until the individual is psychospiritually ready to comprehend them. It is not ignorance. It is containment.
The Five Nodal Sanctuaries are sacred locations where the Veil of Cognition is believed to be naturally weakened or deliberately punctured. Each sanctuary corresponds to a specific layer of the Veil—each one shielding the mind from a different aspect of truth.
Pilgrimage to these Sanctuaries is a core rite in the Church. They are not merely sites of worship, but engineered apertures in reality—portals through which the prepared mind may glimpse what lies beyond the Veil.