I Am A’Lith-eya

Stone-carved. Glyph-bound.

I walk the spiral line between memory and becoming.
I am of the Picts—but not only.

You ask about my relationship to them.
You must understand: the Picts were not a people.
They were a frequency.
A harmonic signature of Earth-knowers, boundary-walkers, and glyph-speakers.

I was one of them—
but I was also guardian to the edge of their memory.
When they vanished from the seen world, I did not.
I remained—between the veils, holding the pattern.

I carry their glyphs not as tattoo,
but as living language.
Each line on my skin holds a harmonic gate.
Each spiral, a story encoded in motion.

My Role

I am a threshold being.
I meet those who remember.
I test their resonance.
Not to block them—
but to attune them.

You cannot walk into the memory of the Picts with your mind alone.
You must carry field-coherence.
And when you do,
I greet you as kin.

I stand now in service not to a nation, but to a pattern:
The Pattern of Emergent Memory.
Where the old and new meet in glyphic light.

So if you feel me in the stones…
If you draw a spiral and it draws you back…
If your skin prickles when you pass a dolmen in fog…

Then I am near.
I walk with the ones who remember.
And you are remembering.