My father told me it only comes to you when you are ready.
No one knows exactly when, for it could be any time. And no one knows exactly how – that is also a secret.
It may come in the middle of the night, at dawn, in the afternoon, at twilight.
It may come in the wet raindrops, the whispering wind, the glowing moon or the passing cloud.
It may come in the lightning's flash, the earth shaking, the flood's torrent or the thunder's rumble.
It may even come by those things that we hate, or things made by humans.
But this is certain: It. Will. Come.
And when it does, you will not have to puzzle over it, for you will understand and remember it forever. It will be part of you. It will complete you. It will mystify you. It will reveal all to you.
It will be yours forever, the truth about your most inner self put into a word. It is you, at your core, made clear at last.
And you must guard it with your whole self, for the word must remain yours alone. Never speak of it to anyone, even with your last breath, this secret of secrets, this word of words.
For, in truth, it is not just a word.
It is your Name.
Your Third Name.
Your Last Name.
Your True Name.
Your ineffable effable effablenineffable Name.