Vulnus Celestia

From Origovum to the Pentemporeal....these are the six dimensional structuriums I contemplate and believe in..

Reality Bubbles ....at the Boundaries they are  frothing Membranes off Temporal Terminii....calling back to the Primi Manifestation..or dimmension Null...Zero..or Origovum .Thus from the Seventh Dimmension Dark and Terrible Wyrdwyrms witness the Horror of our Dense Sluggish Material Wound in God`s Psyche.Not only the Present...but Past and Future Potential..due to their position in the seventh dimmension..and as much freedoom is given as we Can Have...for are we not bound in corruptible Flesh...Blood...and Bone?
Even the Dead Souls that emigrate from doomed Reality Bubble to Reality Bubble are allowed passage..for the Dark Old Ones Observe Crisis and Mastery in the Hells made Manifest..They are Immense and Far far removed from our struggles and despair...but they Observe..
Like the poem ... Death Presents Itself ; " I do not Forget...I do not Forgive...and..I do not Hate"..

what do we strive against ?  against an Anathema...The Harmonious  Light.....the Luum Logious that Must Know All...Must Be All...and...Must Have All..

the struggle against this Techne Logoii has always ended in Stalemate...we can Never Win..we can only End..


AmenoNamo..

Year 2018 turn into 2019

In this moment we are getting closer to a new year.....at least for the Occidental Civilizations..this IS after all Tellus or Terra or Orbium  Muttis.....Let us have a calm moment when the Bell strikes Midnight...ding ding ding.....ding dong ding....DingDingDing...we usher in the New while adhering...if we can...to Olden Ways of Civility...Calm and Friendly to all..we ignore the old ways at our own peril....but coming into the courage to give your bus seat to an elder might be just out of reach,,,,,,But keep trying reader..I will try too..


Happy New Year Esteemed Reader

tiptoe across

Honeybees and windblown fragrances ..a summer day for walking the Land..There are fallen trees and ponds full of shining stars..Magicians walk the tumbleland and inhale deeply from golden blooms..Buzzers bumble and hum..

It is All Hallows Eve again

Little Mushroom Witches scamper through the High Grass and Far Away is Close Enough as the  Boarhound Toots ...

Heroes see Strange Flower

three Heroes of Magical Ability were traveling through Midgard in a very Whimsical fashion ; a bit this way and a bit that way....let Inspiration be my flag...so said ArchMage Duffeldorf as the three mage-heroes crested a small lump in the sterile desert....
and came upon a Strange Flower.... -"This does not bode well" Duffeldorf gloomed..
-" it seems to have a kind of Crystal Core " said Chabos the Boy Mage eagerly....
Ruff the Raccoon Riteweaver just sniffed the dry air..

Magical Moonrise

the Staff of Fate

Finally!! There were distractions and danger aplenty within this Tower of Tombs....But finally the Staff of Fate is mine again !!