Esh'dar

The mystery of the stars in the night sky / Making meaning for the first time / Crafting empowering beliefs
 
Before there was a night sky, someone had to name it. 
By naming it, in their own language, the language of the heart, the dark space was given a meaning.
 
Into my cloak is stitched the story of the night sky, as only I understand it. It reads like an ancient song, a song that teaches me about where I come from, where I am going, and other such things that nobody else can know. That is because this cloak is made by my own hands and mine, entirely of my power of belief.
 
Trust in the meaning you make for yourself, in your telling of the story, in your mastery of belief. The one who first named the night sky and called out the names of the stars wove the cloak as a reminder, worn ever on the back, to wonder ever deeper into such things. Adorn your life with whatever you make believe, like the heavens draped in their raiment of mysterious, shimmering orbs.