The Troubled Godman (A Short Dialogue)

The Troubled Godman (A Short Dialogue)

Artien: There has been an awakening, he said. Yes there has, yes, an abrupt and rude awakening to our cheerful lives. What have we done to deserve these calamities and misfortunes, Oh how I swear, these times of today have sucked the marrow out of our bones, the...
The One Loving Spirit Traversing the Halls of Light

The One Loving Spirit Traversing the Halls of Light

I Musical tones varying colors that amplify the sensations that give us the impressions of nonsensical masterpieces. How we are grounded in the vast infinity that is looking at itself. Its gaze sees all and it is never without gold light. The eyes of light and light...
Lycillus: The River that Runs Through Me

Lycillus: The River that Runs Through Me

Word had travelled and slowly but unquestionably the crowd was gathering around this peculiar woman, who they say came to them and their town from the great forest to the east. The woman was fair Lycillus, an adherent of an ancient order of souls who practiced the art...
A Beloved Goddess Riding on the Waves of My Dreams

A Beloved Goddess Riding on the Waves of My Dreams

The rising of the waves marked the ending of the saviours time to dispel atrocities beneath the seven heavens. We are overcome through the love that is pouring from the eyes of the grace of the beloved, which there is no return from to either or against the will of...
The Divine Damsel of Perfect Presence

The Divine Damsel of Perfect Presence

Aside from truth there are no falsities in the non-distinctive state of presence. I have been to afraid to see through the outer layers of non reality. The love is the ground for all the world to grow and flourish, but the soil has been poisoned by fear and...
Love is the Way, So Why Don’t We Love Each Other Furiously?

Love is the Way, So Why Don’t We Love Each Other Furiously?

Here is the tear that is never in fear from that weathered storm that keeps serenity at bay. We are never alone in this place where thoughts visit and emotions stay. The butterflies of tomorrow cannot be fathomed in the mind today, and if they are fathomed they are...

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