Botany of the Dark Ones
4. Ascendance

Maybe Maybe maybe .... absolutely completely and without question. They are ready. The shadows passing by my windows are no longer a problem to be shuttered out. They are an invitation to spread the word.
I am warned that all revelation will be met with resistance but that resistance should NOT be interpreted as a rejection of the word. Its a simple indication of need. Those who push it away the strongest are in the greatest need. This is what I've been told. By whom? Names are not important where these lessons are learned. Names cannot give you what you need.
The lessons can be learned through words. The word through words. No. That gets us Nowhere. The word through blood? The word must come from within. Words are blood. Blood and revelation.



They pushed through. The other night I could feel the need to sleep approaching but as the sleep sought to take me t by stood before me as clear as the hands that tremble before me. The plants were there. No longer an image on a paper surrounded by borders crinkled with time. They were here with me. And I could hear them.
I know now that I was wrong before. This is not the type of Knowledge that can be shared with anyone who isn’t ready to receive. The message is here before me. Spoken as plain as the English in the dictionary.
My hands tremble still... I hope that my blood will hold long enough for me to complete the process. There can only be one way. The knife is shaking still. Their voices will guide me. They must.



They told me they were waiting… waiting for the blood. The words… the words will no longer do. Only the blood. They were waiting…
….waiting….