“Fire will save you, dear friend”. Touching the raw force of the “Nothing” that is before, what is behind is laid to ash, paving a new plane of existence for the ones who dare to adventure into the abyss.
”What will become of our dreams if we do not make them come true?”
Welcome to Vol. 10!
Where has time gone? The demons and battles, relentless as they seem, smith the sword of your soul. Yesterday’s shadows and sorrows, it is you who is to forgive. Decide the fate and future of this rapturous existence. What do you choose?
Dance and be merry in this breeze. Souls recognize what the eyes are blind to. Intuition is alive, feeling is free, and creation is given.
In the days of today, these whimsical reminders, simple yet effervescent, play with the heart as the Moon dances with the Sun, as Life paints Existence, and as Dreams comprise Reality.
Scared is the art of seeing, archiving the unseeable, the unobservable. Dear Archivist, record all that is possible to scribe. Allow the remnants of the wordless to be created in muse, and hone the art of Flowetry to be the catalyst of what heaven is to come.
Washed away from the shores of this reality, drifting in the ocean like the luminescent moon of the stars…
This driftwood door, barren and broken, separates the oceans’ depths from the nebulous roads above…
The options are: drown in a liquid coffin of fear, or return to the land a failure to be put to death, but…
What would happen if we went through the door, instead…
Lifeless, is living life less…and yet, less is more in the spectrum of exchange. For one to receive, one must first give in equal or greater value…this is the Law of Equal Exchange.
To give one’s life…so others may live…allow the Life Stream to decide, and fill them within.
The voice of the unseen whispers, “You are okay, we are with you.”
This is the echo of a seed from long before, forgotten, remembered, held, then…
The voice of the unseen, beckon; “Light the Lighthouse, be its Keeper. We are here, and oh so eager.”
