The Wheels
When the wheels of creation are turning and spitting, starting with animals and onto us the outrider wheels are used. One of seven they get busy, it is all messy…
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When the wheels of creation are turning and spitting, starting with animals and onto us the outrider wheels are used. One of seven they get busy, it is all messy…
Man in a vacuum the Devic wanderer, a most unfortunate soul. As quick as one likes he was sucked in deep, covered in dust and choking. He shouted, screamed, he…
So much for the slaves to the myths of history. Not a mention of the undercurrents of all histories. Powered by the blood of slaves the bodies left as mountains,…
The day prior to this one now in history or timeless nothing, I lived as a seed. I felt my growing. I felt a bud to a leaf in my…
“Humans need to change.” Said a master who passed my way, he came too me, imparted from the spark, stating that you are choking the earth with vehicles and you…