The rituals are what saved us. They created our new era society. By way of ritual were the outsiders made
insiders, and was trust gained. Each one
who came to be a part of the city had to learn why we stayed and the growing
experiences along the way became mile markers for who we became. The tradition of storytelling, re-enacting
and imbuing items with worth that became sacred relics did become our way. We lost all we had in the people who left
us. In staying behind we grew to
understand the meaning of acceptance by moving forward from our grief, which
became our new hope.
These new traditions became shrouded in
story telling routine, and its repetition a tradition unto itself. The rituals we insisted others to learn
created bonds of unbreakable loyalties; for all past traditions and ties were
forsaken for our ways alone. Through
ritual, and the progressive levels of upward growth was the newcomer brought
under the leadership of the King. In
this manner the nearly abandoned grey havens swelled to become an educated and well-fortified
city. Mithar leaded among its neighbors
of desert Bedouins, poor hamlets and fishing villages.
The inner workings of Mithar’s Grey Tower
were widely known secrets which no one knew, for they had to be experienced and
its written text were allusions unto itself decoded in person. By then, the learner had become a “spiritual-slave”
and a productive member of the new society of believers. Mitharians are free servants unto the King
and against the Rituals one would never betray.
The secret of the rituals is that there is no secret. The rituals made you a Mitharian; its
religion was its society, and it a theocracy unto God above who ruled from
below. As above so below; by way of
ritual alone was one made whole.
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