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A Tale Of Eternal Memory
Chapter Eight.
You take me to the Summer Land, high up in the heavens, where the grass is eternally green, and the flowers bloom in every shade of the rainbow.
Behold, I see the memory of your Light--so primal, so turbulent, like a fierce river of flame that carries me away to new worlds, new existences.
I channel your spirit into my God-self, and utilize your infinite essence to create the eternal record of the Cycles of Creation.
I see the Tides of Life moving in an unbroken, never-ending Circle: a Wheel it is, in truth, which propels the Dagda's cart across the infinite fields of all possibilities.
When I look at you I see myself: the light reflecting from your sparkling sapphire gems guides me through the dark passages of my Soul.
When I look at you, you show me all that I am, all that I'll always be.
Your deliberate stare finds me through the gloomy veil of your sorrows, when you are tired from the unfulfilling labors of the day...and in that defiant and vulnerable...
You take me to the Summer Land, high up in the heavens, where the grass is eternally green, and the flowers bloom in every shade of the rainbow.
Behold, I see the memory of your Light--so primal, so turbulent, like a fierce river of flame that carries me away to new worlds, new existences.
I channel your spirit into my God-self, and utilize your infinite essence to create the eternal record of the Cycles of Creation.
I see the Tides of Life moving in an unbroken, never-ending Circle: a Wheel it is, in truth, which propels the Dagda's cart across the infinite fields of all possibilities.
When I look at you I see myself: the light reflecting from your sparkling sapphire gems guides me through the dark passages of my Soul.
When I look at you, you show me all that I am, all that I'll always be.
Your deliberate stare finds me through the gloomy veil of your sorrows, when you are tired from the unfulfilling labors of the day...and in that defiant and vulnerable...
