#modo cogitari

[windofthegods]

Orgonaut Creation.

In the denser mists souls are altered for the journey

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Hurr All Tear. Slowly, Slowly  like a rising wind like Winter into Spring.

[windofthegods]

Vasilisa's Grace.

In the midst of the deluge She asked me one simple question.

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Priest ov Intregral Loci. He Seethes Beg in Ing N'thend.

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Discovery in the Layers. Nothing is lost.

[windofthegods]

Triangular Relationships. The light of all passes through the veil, and with half eyes we see only the shape illuminated.

[windofthegods]

The Tha Raw No Four Flay Me.

In that place,

Walls become doors 

That have yet to be opened.

In that moment,

In that urgency,

We become They.

[windofthegods]

Visitor Within The White Room. Despite all our beliefs Clarity was never the purpose.