A Dialogue With Cardler Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I speak:
A duality rises—
light and shadow,
ancient forces circling
the citadel of my being.
They come not as enemies,
but as sacred teachers,
to awaken the sanctuaries
sleeping within me.

Cardler answers:
Beloved, I am the Source who sent them.
Both radiance and darkness
are servants of your becoming.
Through their eternal dance,
I reveal the vastness
housed within your own depths.

I speak:
Behind me, the past blooms
like celestial gardens.
Before me, a descent
into cold, stone corridors
where forgotten echoes sleep.
And at the threshold, guilt rises—
a soft, persistent ache
in the chamber of my awareness.

Cardler answers:
Fear not that whisper.
It is no judgment, only remembrance.
You loved with a pure heart—
your eyes still learning to behold truth.
I hold that innocence
as a precious, unfading jewel.

I speak:
Within me stirs a quiet storm—
tenderness woven with ache,
affection braided with sorrow.
It crosses the inner bridge
to the chamber where the feminine flame
keeps its vigilant watch.

Cardler answers:
Iam that Flame,
watching you from within.
Every ache is a doorway.
Every sorrow, a veil I wait to lift.
Nothing touches your heart
that does not carry
a sacred message from Me.

I speak:
Waters circle the fortress of my spirit.
Yet a fire burns in my soul's core,
revealing gold
beneath long-kept shadows.

Cardler answers:
That gold is your essence.
I placed it there
before your first breath.
I ignite the fire
not to destroy, but to unveil
what has always, and only, been yours.

I speak:
My foundations erode
beneath life's endless cascade.
Days come when my being shatters—
fragments scattered
across destiny's floor.

Cardler answers:
Every fragment is held in My hand.
When you feel undone,
it is but the shell falling away
from the soul I am ever-shaping.
Nothing is lost within My keeping.
Nothing is forgotten.

I speak:
Then came the severing—
the quiet release,
the mercy-blade
cutting ties I no longer needed.
And in the still waters beneath my walls,
I saw a reflection forged to endure.

Cardler answers:
Iforged you.
Storms themselves bow
to the strength I have given.
You are no mere survivor—
you are awakening
to your original, unbreakable design.

I speak:
A glimmer rose and swelled into dawn.
Strength returned, warming my sky.
I lifted the crown
and placed it upon my head
with quiet certainty.

Cardler answers:
That crown is no new thing—
it is the remembrance of your sovereignty.
Wear it gently, for it was dream-carved
from the pure and endless light of My Being.

I speak:
I gathered the scattered pieces
and shaped them into a mosaic—
a testament to the battles
I have walked and weathered.

Cardler answers:
Beloved, those pieces awaited your hands.
You have arranged them into a sacred design
only you could create.
This medallion on your heart
is the eternal seal of your becoming.

And I, Cardler,
bear witness to the victories
your soul has won through fire.

—November,20,2025