Familiar Spirits

Familiar Spirits

It by the grace of light that I touch both mountains of the old and new world, the southern spirit of the previous life, the world before this one, rising with the ages the celestial is my crown and dawn to rest on my throne, answer the cost of my summoning and the Patience of Ages will halt your enemies, with the Shadow of Time you will be faster than light and raze your foes. 

Cataclysm and landslide, my powers move earth and disrupt perception. 

  

This the wellspring of eternal life for greetings to you, this search of realms thrown like puddles find me finding other fairies to find treasures in ancient fallen mountains, using crown to keep my sight clear and hunting the crawling obstacles of the caverns, bringing my powers of light and the Manna Cinders in a nice green from blue, with weapons made of silk and silver, lured only by milk and honey, light and fire are wisdoms of quick defense, seeking the truth of Souls. 

Spying eyes are hard to close before seeing. 

This is the cost of my allegiance, take me from the Forest of Fallen Songs if I may hunt for porcelain arrowheads and Moonwater, trained in the arts of war in the north of the second world, there are no black metals to cut my skin, nor fires to burn my eyes out, from with their vanquishing comes of Ice Brackish, Aim Truesight, or Echomancy, for in my stead there are those I've felled from this place, which we will find, if you help me find the First Archon. 

A steady blade, a wavering time, these are my thoughts. 

 

Pardon none but those that fly in the storms my powers awaken, in the storms of ancients on ships of castle rock stone serpents from the sea to drown the foolish of the previous life, the anterior world, temples are built for seas of blood in this life and the next, mine is the power of Equinox, may the Eternal Empire recieve you with magic and warmth. 

Blood and war are rain and wind, divine your purpose. 

Helioscope, I

A welcoming to the moon, the world of wolves manifest, in twilight waves enchantment planetary magic. Now servicing our fears protects our world as the psychic path displaced. That which is seen is first a thought. Random, this human experiment into freedom has vision, the mind imprisoned by ignorance echoes into illusions that surround us. 

A storm of time spins reality around you, the heart and mind are at conflict, mental emotions and emotional decisions cause a loss of gravity. Spiritually breathing is weak against thoughts of switching truth for desires, right now, so beware what is not scientific until the spring winds bring fresh air.  

The chimera spirit of humans is a wolf until the next moon, strong when hunting, a conduit between love and emotion, the sound of infinite dimensions in your birth stone manifests defiance, mainly unnatural dominance over ourselves. 

Distant disasters of modern life are not of the five original elements, neither physical nor genetic, yet are from a gathering negative psychic energy. Threats by the revolutionists are faint epidemics of the psychic fever. Continents could flash with madness, sometimes mercy is attacked by those with the madness. 

By each disconnect from illusion, we deeper find our physical activity and the plenty of work, our mind, body, spirit. Each integration into dharma we explore new universes as more than spectators, which permits us to know the realm of possibility. 

Be thru a complete awakening, deep into your thoughts lose control, thoughts are of the personality ignored and chosen all the same. Despite the brightness of the sun, the time and space passes thru itself as itself.