Coalcrystal~
Hello or High? What ever level may you be at; gleetings!
I am a Conceptual Artist and Writer. I spend more time on the Art.
I love to write as well and here is a sample:
New Hempshire State Capitol Semetary of Oregon. Year of our Lineage Ordained(Lord) 2027. It is A Cold, Wet, pre-dawn morning...
"Grolm, Get that book of the mundain off of her chest. It emenates an aura that conflicts with our supernatural nature. Mere exposure to it can sap our Magigotha...the power of our legend wavers to myth in the vicinity of its pressence. Its not that its a bad book for them, we'll replace it when this Exert Sieze concoeludes."
"Do you have to talk in such criptic and arcaine wrinkle-toungue Poppet?"
"Don't hail me like some witches Doll Grolm, I'm a bonefied Sprite Now. I escaped that sorceress long ago and have been a living flame in the Monarchy of the Fadeless for a tenth of a galactic year(260 years)."
"I know Chorelsea; but you were a poppet none the Less."
"Don't you Patronise me Grolm. Just because your so much older than me; does'nt give you that right. She turned me in to save her Hide during the Inquisition; I was burned at the Stake."
"Like the Name poppet. Fits you as a nick name. 'Sides; 'ts the basis for your Faeform...'f you are bitter to it why not sequester a conduit Mother to infantize into the World of the Mundaine?"
"Are you daft Grolm? I don't wanna go back there. Not now, while there destroying there own futures."
"There are those of them whom 'ave been tacking more than measures."
"Lets just keep to the task List OK Grolm. I'm running out of Tallow"
"I've abundant amounts of Pitch, you could sap some off it."
"No way! That stuff is too volitile! Now would you hold out the Lantern over her, I can't see past my own light in this dismal drop drip."
"Wow, what a star lit Moon. She must have been very Beughtifull in Life."
"You always find them pleasant Grolm, it's a wonder you have'nt been transmografied into a Demon to seep to the Netherealms"
"Lust is not the source of my admiration Poppet. It's sereine appreciation, thats all. Mmmmn. Theres Gold in the Netherealms...Dangerous, but mayhaps we could go there after this Task is complete. 'Ts been many a Nocturn since I've eaten a long sustaining Meal."
"Maybe we could Grolm, but I'm not venturing down there unless we take Bandyback with us."
"Bandyback! But he's one of those Dirty Brownies!" Pleck! Worm Eaters!"
"Bandyback or we don't go...Brownies are the strongest for their sise and they're quick too. Besides old bumblebee eater Knows the Underground like you know the maze of Crick Backs and Reaver Gallows."
"yeah, ah s'pose he would be envoyable."
"Now now there Grolm will you get that overly blessed book off her breast?"
"Hey Chorelsea, maybe we should have Flit accompany us as well."
"No Grolm, He's too simpleminded, and not serious enough. He'd overlook the implications of the Netherealms and have us noticed before we could get Past the Dwarven StrongHolders that populate the and guard Entrances."
"How did you learn so much Poppet? Your barely 260 years old."
"Actually; I'm older Grolm."
"Yeah, bet we Fae don't count the time we invest in Hyberstasus."
" I have studied alot with Bronwyne and Gwendolyne when Hyldah covorts with the lowly Prince. Each thyme she goes she ages. Her recovery take Herb as well. I adventure then as well."
"We must replace the book of Holly, so don't toss it far Grolm."
"She's not Beughtiful Grolm, You are. Look at you. Your Heart is a living Catfish. Your body is sparkling of Quicksand and Moon blue Clay. I could go on and on about the intricacies of your phenomenesk. Humans don't have phenomenesk. They're realy rather Plain."
"Your just jealous."
"Of a Human? Bah! I abhore the Idea."
"Yeah, Guess I don't smell like muck in Bogmush either."
"I don't think your Grandsister Silt would take placid to you being so in a mesmer over an Ordinary. Besides she's Dead!"
" Yeah but her Spirit is still in transit."
" Thats right. And if'n we can obsolve some of the imbalance of her death before it reaches the Primordeal Core. The Issuers of the Four watch towers won't be as displeased and ther'll be less repricussions throughout the Realms."
" I still think tinkering with their lives is a mistake."
" Bronwyne, Hylde and Gwendolyne have not been around as long as they have for nothin' Grolm. It's orchestrating acts such as these that has kept the Hell Hounds from harrying their bodies to the loiterers of Decay."
" Silt says they still hav'nt mastered their mortality."
" Yeah well Silt smells of river Mint and Watercress and you were born of a flash struck Flood! C'mon lets get this over with. Do you got the slippery Slime that old phungew brewed for us?"
" Uh, yep it's right here in my Cloak Plucket."
" I don't know why you insist on wearing that outfit. It's not likely we'd run into an Ordinary at this hour. At leaste it is'nt stinky. " snuff-snif "smells like Fireflower and Wood Raddish. Welp, here goes..."
"Now remember Grolmrush, no touching and do as I say. The Hnornags have given me control of this mistscion."
" Oh for Hevains stake, will you just get in the Corpse already. I'm not into necrophelia! And would you please keep your unuciation a little less cryptic. On the comprehensive; it's mission not mistscion."
" What Ever. We are what we are. Our language is different. It has to be. I'm going in. Don't forget to place the lit Canlde over her birth scarr. If she does'nt animate before it burns out you'll have to reach down her throat and pull me out."
"I hope this works. I don't think my hand is small enough to fit down her throat."
" Do'nt worry Grolm this is a perfect Charm. Never fails. Before you know you'll be looking into her eyes at me. Here goes..." Squirm-twitch...
As you could probly tell from reading a sample of my work; my Spirit dwells between here and a place abounding with all manner of possabilities. I have a direct tap on the sacred Kegg of the Cabal, and my Chalice is overflowng! Get your Muggs ready and bring the Blood in your Bones over to the Hearth in Heaven where the Patron of Deities; the Story Teller of Ghod Resides! For here you will hear him in such a way as to actually live it!
"Transpirations through the Womb of Creation,
Hear Me, The Tailor of Tales; Hevowoven. Our Mother Who Art the Body of Heavan.
Bessed Virgin, Forever pregnant or emulating the Vaccume of Her infinite Chasity. Unatainably beughtiful in her Holy grace..."
And a few more ramblings olong those lines:
Perhaps the God Head is not a being unto itself. Maybe it is a position at the center of creation guarded by the seven holy angels (Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, etc.). Possibly the white Universe with Black stars where all children unknowingly drink of light.Heavanly Grace measures All. Maybe when a spirit is allowed a Seat in Heavan, they are guided there buy the Gaurdians during the fourty days of their spiritual transition. Perhaps their spirits are small enough to pass through to become infants in the next life. Or perhaps they must sit in the throne and sweat their excesses before passage from Amenti? How long would you want to know suffering? Only long enough to have a reason to come back will be good enough for one I suppose. Possibly; those pure of heart would fit through like a perfectlty sised granual. Perchance it is while enduring this location that one has the opportunity to endeavor the Emerald Tablet meditation for regressionless progression (reincarnational memory). Or could it be at the moment the Physical Body relinquishes its work to sustain the quiet light of ones boundless spirit. One could perceveer to accomplish at both opportunities and pray for the best. Who is the Usher? Could it be Michael? Does such a Primordeal Block house exist in the all of Creation?
And thanks to Chris Farrell; I'll through this in for good measure="I wish to live ever as to derive my satisfactions and inspirations from the commonest events, every-day phenomena, so that what my senses hourly perceive, my daily walk, the conversation of my neighbors, may inspire me, and I may dream of no heaven but that which lies about me."-Thoreau
I am a Conceptual Artist and Writer. I spend more time on the Art.
I love to write as well and here is a sample:
New Hempshire State Capitol Semetary of Oregon. Year of our Lineage Ordained(Lord) 2027. It is A Cold, Wet, pre-dawn morning...
"Grolm, Get that book of the mundain off of her chest. It emenates an aura that conflicts with our supernatural nature. Mere exposure to it can sap our Magigotha...the power of our legend wavers to myth in the vicinity of its pressence. Its not that its a bad book for them, we'll replace it when this Exert Sieze concoeludes."
"Do you have to talk in such criptic and arcaine wrinkle-toungue Poppet?"
"Don't hail me like some witches Doll Grolm, I'm a bonefied Sprite Now. I escaped that sorceress long ago and have been a living flame in the Monarchy of the Fadeless for a tenth of a galactic year(260 years)."
"I know Chorelsea; but you were a poppet none the Less."
"Don't you Patronise me Grolm. Just because your so much older than me; does'nt give you that right. She turned me in to save her Hide during the Inquisition; I was burned at the Stake."
"Like the Name poppet. Fits you as a nick name. 'Sides; 'ts the basis for your Faeform...'f you are bitter to it why not sequester a conduit Mother to infantize into the World of the Mundaine?"
"Are you daft Grolm? I don't wanna go back there. Not now, while there destroying there own futures."
"There are those of them whom 'ave been tacking more than measures."
"Lets just keep to the task List OK Grolm. I'm running out of Tallow"
"I've abundant amounts of Pitch, you could sap some off it."
"No way! That stuff is too volitile! Now would you hold out the Lantern over her, I can't see past my own light in this dismal drop drip."
"Wow, what a star lit Moon. She must have been very Beughtifull in Life."
"You always find them pleasant Grolm, it's a wonder you have'nt been transmografied into a Demon to seep to the Netherealms"
"Lust is not the source of my admiration Poppet. It's sereine appreciation, thats all. Mmmmn. Theres Gold in the Netherealms...Dangerous, but mayhaps we could go there after this Task is complete. 'Ts been many a Nocturn since I've eaten a long sustaining Meal."
"Maybe we could Grolm, but I'm not venturing down there unless we take Bandyback with us."
"Bandyback! But he's one of those Dirty Brownies!" Pleck! Worm Eaters!"
"Bandyback or we don't go...Brownies are the strongest for their sise and they're quick too. Besides old bumblebee eater Knows the Underground like you know the maze of Crick Backs and Reaver Gallows."
"yeah, ah s'pose he would be envoyable."
"Now now there Grolm will you get that overly blessed book off her breast?"
"Hey Chorelsea, maybe we should have Flit accompany us as well."
"No Grolm, He's too simpleminded, and not serious enough. He'd overlook the implications of the Netherealms and have us noticed before we could get Past the Dwarven StrongHolders that populate the and guard Entrances."
"How did you learn so much Poppet? Your barely 260 years old."
"Actually; I'm older Grolm."
"Yeah, bet we Fae don't count the time we invest in Hyberstasus."
" I have studied alot with Bronwyne and Gwendolyne when Hyldah covorts with the lowly Prince. Each thyme she goes she ages. Her recovery take Herb as well. I adventure then as well."
"We must replace the book of Holly, so don't toss it far Grolm."
"She's not Beughtiful Grolm, You are. Look at you. Your Heart is a living Catfish. Your body is sparkling of Quicksand and Moon blue Clay. I could go on and on about the intricacies of your phenomenesk. Humans don't have phenomenesk. They're realy rather Plain."
"Your just jealous."
"Of a Human? Bah! I abhore the Idea."
"Yeah, Guess I don't smell like muck in Bogmush either."
"I don't think your Grandsister Silt would take placid to you being so in a mesmer over an Ordinary. Besides she's Dead!"
" Yeah but her Spirit is still in transit."
" Thats right. And if'n we can obsolve some of the imbalance of her death before it reaches the Primordeal Core. The Issuers of the Four watch towers won't be as displeased and ther'll be less repricussions throughout the Realms."
" I still think tinkering with their lives is a mistake."
" Bronwyne, Hylde and Gwendolyne have not been around as long as they have for nothin' Grolm. It's orchestrating acts such as these that has kept the Hell Hounds from harrying their bodies to the loiterers of Decay."
" Silt says they still hav'nt mastered their mortality."
" Yeah well Silt smells of river Mint and Watercress and you were born of a flash struck Flood! C'mon lets get this over with. Do you got the slippery Slime that old phungew brewed for us?"
" Uh, yep it's right here in my Cloak Plucket."
" I don't know why you insist on wearing that outfit. It's not likely we'd run into an Ordinary at this hour. At leaste it is'nt stinky. " snuff-snif "smells like Fireflower and Wood Raddish. Welp, here goes..."
"Now remember Grolmrush, no touching and do as I say. The Hnornags have given me control of this mistscion."
" Oh for Hevains stake, will you just get in the Corpse already. I'm not into necrophelia! And would you please keep your unuciation a little less cryptic. On the comprehensive; it's mission not mistscion."
" What Ever. We are what we are. Our language is different. It has to be. I'm going in. Don't forget to place the lit Canlde over her birth scarr. If she does'nt animate before it burns out you'll have to reach down her throat and pull me out."
"I hope this works. I don't think my hand is small enough to fit down her throat."
" Do'nt worry Grolm this is a perfect Charm. Never fails. Before you know you'll be looking into her eyes at me. Here goes..." Squirm-twitch...
As you could probly tell from reading a sample of my work; my Spirit dwells between here and a place abounding with all manner of possabilities. I have a direct tap on the sacred Kegg of the Cabal, and my Chalice is overflowng! Get your Muggs ready and bring the Blood in your Bones over to the Hearth in Heaven where the Patron of Deities; the Story Teller of Ghod Resides! For here you will hear him in such a way as to actually live it!
"Transpirations through the Womb of Creation,
Hear Me, The Tailor of Tales; Hevowoven. Our Mother Who Art the Body of Heavan.
Bessed Virgin, Forever pregnant or emulating the Vaccume of Her infinite Chasity. Unatainably beughtiful in her Holy grace..."
And a few more ramblings olong those lines:
Perhaps the God Head is not a being unto itself. Maybe it is a position at the center of creation guarded by the seven holy angels (Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, etc.). Possibly the white Universe with Black stars where all children unknowingly drink of light.Heavanly Grace measures All. Maybe when a spirit is allowed a Seat in Heavan, they are guided there buy the Gaurdians during the fourty days of their spiritual transition. Perhaps their spirits are small enough to pass through to become infants in the next life. Or perhaps they must sit in the throne and sweat their excesses before passage from Amenti? How long would you want to know suffering? Only long enough to have a reason to come back will be good enough for one I suppose. Possibly; those pure of heart would fit through like a perfectlty sised granual. Perchance it is while enduring this location that one has the opportunity to endeavor the Emerald Tablet meditation for regressionless progression (reincarnational memory). Or could it be at the moment the Physical Body relinquishes its work to sustain the quiet light of ones boundless spirit. One could perceveer to accomplish at both opportunities and pray for the best. Who is the Usher? Could it be Michael? Does such a Primordeal Block house exist in the all of Creation?
And thanks to Chris Farrell; I'll through this in for good measure="I wish to live ever as to derive my satisfactions and inspirations from the commonest events, every-day phenomena, so that what my senses hourly perceive, my daily walk, the conversation of my neighbors, may inspire me, and I may dream of no heaven but that which lies about me."-Thoreau
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