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Once upon a time, the Black Three Eyed Bull walked down the trunk of the White Ash, magnificent All-tree. With him, he held the tokens of ancestors - memory in one hand, and life force in the other.

When the Black Bull reached the roots, he saw among them nasty mind - thorns.
- Those aren't supposed to be here. - Said the Bull in an echoing voice of introspection - The All-tree cannot drink spirit from the earth, and poor little underground animals can't move among the roots.

He first struck one of the thorns with the jingling life force of his forebears, but instead of having it removed, a swarm of black leeches took off of it and flew around.
- What life are you? - Asked the Bull gently, but no answer was heard. - What is your name? - he asked again, this time with a deep earthgrunt voice.
- We are not, we are nothing on our own, we eat. We eat. Fear. Anger. Fear. Despair. Anxiety. Hate. Jelaousy. We eat all that makes you are, so we can become too, so we can say that we are.

The eyeholes of memory fired up with amber glow, and under the dome of mindhome he felt a tingling sensation, that he knows them. But he is now so much more than he was then.

- Eat from me and see that "I" is made of much more. - said the Bull lovingly. All the leeches took off from the thorns, and sat on the bull's neck. He fed them with his love-blood and let them cry for how wrong they ate.
- Now you are. Live in the roots and eat no more, for you don't need it.
But as soon as he said it, all of those who wanted to be, vanished in the echo of the All-tree.

The memory told the Bull again, that the thorns were once roots, but the All-tree will now turn them into a defense, a barrier so that nobody else can use the roots to enter the Deepsleep. Pest must still be love-controlled once in a while though.

- Healthy roots are a peace in the crown. - said the Black Three Eyed Bull quietly, and silence took over the realm again, as he walked further down the roots, to reach Deepsleep, and in the darkest depth find the door to Godhood.

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Once upon a time, the Black Three Eyed Bull walked down the trunk of the White Ash, magnificent All-tree. With him, he held the tokens of ancestors - memory in one hand, and life force in the other.

When the Black Bull reached the roots, he saw among them nasty mind - thorns.
- Those aren't supposed to be here. - Said the Bull in an echoing voice of introspection - The All-tree cannot drink spirit from the earth, and poor little underground animals can't move among the roots.

He first struck one of the thorns with the jingling life force of his forebears, but instead of having it removed, a swarm of black leeches took off of it and flew around.
- What life are you? - Asked the Bull gently, but no answer was heard. - What is your name? - he asked again, this time with a deep earthgrunt voice.
- We are not, we are nothing on our own, we eat. We eat. Fear. Anger. Fear. Despair. Anxiety. Hate. Jelaousy. We eat all that makes you are, so we can become too, so we can say that we are.

The eyeholes of memory fired up with amber glow, and under the dome of mindhome he felt a tingling sensation, that he knows them. But he is now so much more than he was then.

- Eat from me and see that "I" is made of much more. - said the Bull lovingly. All the leeches took off from the thorns, and sat on the bull's neck. He fed them with his love-blood and let them cry for how wrong they ate.
- Now you are. Live in the roots and eat no more, for you don't need it.
But as soon as he said it, all of those who wanted to be, vanished in the echo of the All-tree.

The memory told the Bull again, that the thorns were once roots, but the All-tree will now turn them into a defense, a barrier so that nobody else can use the roots to enter the Deepsleep. Pest must still be love-controlled once in a while though.

- Healthy roots are a peace in the crown. - said the Black Three Eyed Bull quietly, and silence took over the realm again, as he walked further down the roots, to reach Deepsleep, and in the darkest depth find the door to Godhood.