stacking blocks

From bottom up ;
A Color Code.. an invitation to magic and spirit..

flowing cape ..

Unfurling Cape...
Billowing ...new rounded shape dynamics..
You Flow in the Wake of Passage..
......
Magicians keeping busy..Hurrying from one part of the Megapolis to another..
Remembering One Word...
One Word to be Uttered..
Magicians Bringing Words..

dancing on an outer world

The Fathers of the Future..
Dancing along the paved surface of a planetoid..

Nothing to Do but focus Orbital Cameras on the dancers ; a live feed amongst millions of transmissions..

Finding a Possibility

We can be Together..
One..
In Dreams..

the ages uphold one child that will witness the New Day..

Friend..Lover ..Mother..

..Child..

from the Source of Possibility we are all radiating..

parents walking the old road

Untold families bring forth more seekers of Truth..
All through the Ages ; so Many..
and here it is....the experience of All that is Real..

watching Sunna..

Sitting...just seeing the Light..
the Warmth..
Sitting...Seeing..
And Then..
Eyes Closing..

travel in the Age of Power

immense Creation....an ocean of Suns that light up the vast brilliant Dark..
Magicians step out of Reality here...and appear far away...Swimming through the Cosmos in search of an elusive Truth..

a stone carried from a room of power

the young magician Abra carried the Cornerstone of Heaven with reverence..
it Yearned to Fit...to Uphold..
Abra would make sure it found its way out of Exile..

in a mirror brightly..

The Magician was moving towards Knowing..
Knowing...Highness...Hope..
All would be made Clear as Brightest Day..