ohhh sweet incarnation of Dionisis let us bathe in the diabolical innoce of your angelic blood... as a child i would spiral myself into a sufi like religious trance voyaging on your crystal ship... my body then crew and seeked the crystal in the mythic caves of archaic darkness, the shipwrecked... and from the ashes rose of a temple of light, a new dawn for the voyagers of the future!
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"smugged in the wollowy cotton brains of infancy"
breaking our hearts in the house of mirrors, only perserverance and faith can help us ride through the inevitable storms... my beautiful sister, warrior of light don't lose sight of the crystal temple... I too, saw and felt your dream... cried when I understood the foundations weren't strong enough... from the rubble and debris a stronger more resilient temple will be built. an old master of mine always signed off saying: "keep the faith". let these powerful traditions live on and keep us inspired to create, to do and execute... the universe needs it.
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