When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

Be suspicious of what you want.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Nothing happens by chance no one goes on a quest without a reason without the pull of the magnet there is no action.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

We talk about this and that. There's no rest except on these branching moments.