Projections and intuitions flood consciousness hourly… lucid dreaming becoming a state… awareness of things beyond veils… across depths… shedding light at various spaces and casting shadows in areas still more veiled… veiled for reasons yet to be illuminated like plants drawn to the light of the sun that spreads growth… light projecting from sun and moon… each serving its celestial purpose and pouring spiritual energy to more intuitions… calibrations and conservatism abound in the unknown… the machinations of precognition raise their dark arts… they feign fears and doubts and draw back to shadow within times past… but the water is clearer now… no silt and mirk… the cold shock of tepidness raises the intuitions to become knowings… the clarity abounds in the glistening pools of dreamscape again… that corporeal space of fears has lost its manifesto… it has been stripped away by sentient… that dark officer with winged messages… its cousin and daughter in their plumage have bowed gracefully to what can only be described as the recognition of regalness… and there-to have charged these officers of the night into nothing but knowingness… and in this night space has silence been a cauldron of magic… the smoke rising from incense and sage has left ponderings walking out its own unique destinies… across the eye’s gaze another is being flooded with the mirror of similtude… and tho the breath is not cast from proximity the flooding is still working its spell…
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