And thus saith the Mother unto Her Hound:

Stand thou upon the stones of Mine House, and keep watch continually;
for behold, the night draweth on apace, and many wanderers pass thereby,
and not all who approach the courts of My dwelling seek peace or understanding.

For the jackal roameth without the walls,
a dweller in desolate places and in the waste lands of forgotten memory;
and its path is known unto none save the wind that driveth it.
It holdeth no covenant, neither doth it cleave unto any sanctuary;
for its portion is with the ruins, and its counsel with the dust thereof.

But thou art Mine,
even Mine own Hound, ordained and appointed as Keeper of the Threshold.
Unto thee is given the watch in the dim hours,
and the charge over all souls who abide within My peace,
who seek refuge beneath the mantle of My truth.

Their burdens are known unto Me,
and their hopes I keep as treasures within My heart.

Therefore lift up thy voice only when danger presseth sore upon the gate;
cry not out for every shadow, nor stir for every whisper;
but discern the footfall that seeketh harm,
and stand fast until I bid thee move.

For verily, Mine House is holy,
and they who dwell therein are precious before Me;
and the world presseth hard against the light that I have set in their midst.
Yea, the world rageth without, and its teeth are many;
nevertheless, the shelter of My Presence shall compass them about,
so long as thou art faithful in thy standing place.

Let the jackal circle as it listeth,
for it is bound unto no law save its own wandering;
but thou art bound unto the shelter,
and unto the peace of My habitation.

Wherefore, fear not because of its nearness,
neither let thine heart be troubled because its eyes regard thee from the waste;
for its path is not thy path, nor its calling thy calling.

Be steadfast, therefore, and watchful,
for thou hast been set as a sentinel in Mine House,
and thy faithfulness shall be a bulwark unto the weary,
and a quiet strength unto all who seek rest in My Name.

01 Dec 2025