🎵🐉✨🌺Hello Everyone, I am happy to share with you this graphic design, and a few passages from the FIRST story of 2020, "The War of the Chants."
The War of the Chants will be available on Friday 1/10/2020 at www.kratomoflife.com
Are you ready to meet the warriors of the blue roses, the grey souls...among other mythological creatures?
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...Once she drank the vine of the soul there was no way out. She had awakened in the 21st century… in one of many concrete jungles of the world. She had been reincarnated. But the screams, and the fire, and the rain, and the sound of the swords, and the blood, and the incessant attacks of the shadows were still impregnated in the depths of her hippocampus.
The days and nights of destruction continue to wake her up in the obscurity of reality. Her post-traumatic stress disorder is unforeseeable. She did not fail... though she felt miserable for the loss of her tribe and her magical lands. It was not her battle to win. She was simply a vessel of the serpent woman to aid in the transformation of the earth. She is a protector. Love, water, earth, air, and the fire of volcanic rocks is what she truly is. She has yet to discover her powers once again. If she only knew that she was blessed with the sacred aromas of the earth...
The shadows despoiled the shores of her lands, and though her mystical chants obliterated them for a short while, the coming was inescapable. Her father had once told her that magic is a form of consciousness. Many battles she won until there were no more shadows to hunt, or so they made her belief. But the battle of the chants was just the beginning of a self-destructive and vicious virus.
…She was a pupil of the Tlamatini.
...The roses of her lands still bleed at dawn, and the hummingbirds still cry in the absence of light…
...The sages of her time never abandoned her. Aya, her tutor understood that she needed to rest. She was going feral. She needed to let it be. It was destiny. It was life itself. Nature had spoken.
“And though hundreds of years have passed since the invasion, exploitation, and colonization of her lands, the echoes of her chants can still be heard in the corners of the world,” the crow woman of the southwest wrote to the cosmic librarian... or so the story goes. She wanted Ms. Harris, the cosmic librarian to have a reference in the book of life. She is now here....here finding her way back, back where it all began...
No doubt she was going to see her friend, the librarian. She holds the records. She keeps memories...
...She died to be reborn in the future, a future that she once tried to stop. The feelings are surreal. What a beautiful feeling it is to remember the rainy summer days. The magic of that place is powerful. I feel the calling. It is happening again. It is plastered all over where she looks. The virus is once again here ravaging what is still left of what once was a…
Who knows what she had to endure in order to use her chants against the shadows… She was a lovely healer of the creeks until her world began to collapse in front of her eyes. She had to fight back or die. She is a walker of light and wisdom. The nature of reality is revealed when her body is blessed with the chants of her innermost heart. Purification, purification is what she pursues. She is the deity of the womb of poems, and liberation she seeks to transform with the power of the sound and beauty. Sweet chants.
The blood of the serpent-creatrix is in her. She has yet to create new lands...
#TheWarOfTheChants
#TheWarriorsOfTheBlueRoses
Matthew McHolland
www.kratomoflife.com
1-4-2020
