Meditation

The Council of Ssending

My journey complete, I come to the center of the Maelstrom. The air alive with anticipation and energy. I stop and take a breath. I expand on the exhale, allowing myself to shift into a form closer to my Essence. At the moment my transformation is complete so does everything else come to a stop. The Council of Ssending

The Maelstrom

The next part of my journey is almost complete. I can feel myself getting closer to the point of convergence. I can hear it, see it, and certainly feel it. It is still a ways off, yet it is unmistakable. There is a familiar sound in the air, something akin to flapping leather. I know The Maelstrom

The Gathering

I walk slowly through the massive caves, my hands clasped before me. The only sound is that of my robes as they swish with my gait. In the background… a low harmonic hum, a deep vibrating resonance, but this isn’t something that is audible. It is emanating from a different space entirely. The path before The Gathering

Hope

He soars on the gentle eddies of the Ether. His massive wingspan enveloping the stars and the cosmos around him. This is a trip he has made countless times. Except today, the destination is slightly different. He can feel the presence of his destination long before he sees it. A small, fragile green and blue Hope

The Ram

I stand alone… motionless in the Darkness… waiting… With a subtle eye blink He stands with me, before me, monstrous, huge yet not a threatening bone in His body. I have to stand on my toes to reach His snout and even then He comes down on one knee for me. An honoring and mutual The Ram