Category Archive: Esoteric

Apparatus of a Falling Star

When you are ready to become the dreamer…
When you are ready to relinquish your sleeper …
Carve us out of our selves.

As The Wheel Turns

You will be part of it.
You already are.

Dragon Blood

“Mere belief is what fuels religion. From absolute proof however, there is derived absolute certainty in one’s condition and one’s heritage. […]Knowing beyond any doubt […] that one is of the Blood opens wide the doors to the infinite.[…] above all it needs its firstborn to know who they are themselves.”

Her Mother was a Monster, Her Father was a Lion

In the sun, she wields a bow, and her marksmanship channels the arrow.
In the moonlight, she wields the sword, a sword made of glowing heat, a sword with no metal, but only light.
She only wields weapons while wearing a blindfold.

The True Bloodlines are born in KRSNA Consciousness

the music of the sphere is a vibration, it is the tenor of existence held in the pattern of harmonics and resonance in constant change and evolution. If you draw it out with a magic pen, you get an incredible visage, a pattern almost incomprehensible to the human eye. it may appear to be chaos, but to those of a higher order, there is patternicity to it.

KD Chronicles

Perhaps you already know what I’m referring to by now. It’s the so-called ‘God-gene’ possessed by reality benders. In the elder days, they didn’t need to decrypt a person’s genetic code to find those who possessed it. You see, those who had it were considered incarnate divine presences – and that wasn’t our ‘primitive ancestors’ mistaking parlor magic tricks for true power. It would be impossible to mistake a fully manifested Shining One for anything but a superhuman at the least. But the trait has been dormant in humanity for a long, long, long…time.

The Tower of Angel

When I was a little girl, I knew of a tower that used to rise into the clouds and where everybody lived together in harmony and paradise. But the tower burned, and fell…and dragons were born from its ashes.

The Dress of Ashta’hara

This story is incomplete. Some names have been changed, improvised, remote viewed, or otherwise tweaked to protect certain immortal interests and arses. For the rest of Ashta’hara’s story, do stay tuned. You may just be dancing upon it…

The Duty of the Strong

The King is the one who serves The King. A true leader does not run from sacrifice. He leads because he understands that it is the duty of the strong to protect the weak.

A Picture’s Wor[K]s A Thousand Words

the greatest thing about a worth of art is its ability to INSPIRE. a truly great piece INSPIRES greatness of one’s own, that is worthy of the highest RESPECT and acknowledgement of human capability in its efforts to be uniquely brilliant
What is inspiration but the spark of that fire that seeks the sacred, rises upwards, the spire/spiral of the helix