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Presenting Chronicle 20 The Body at Neosynthesis.

This will take a story...

As most things do when dealing with those who have wings and are messengers from the One who is All yet unseen still, it is in moments such as these, when the sun is about to rise that he sits on the mountain top to watch. Sun up. Sun down. Caught like a fish in a net he cannot move nor be moved by anything that does not radiate warmth filled rays of life until it is done. Until she is high up in the sky he does not look away. He is not alone. There are others that cannot be seen. They with their wings lie in wait wherever they can to view the miracle that is the birthing of a new day or the ending of one gone by it is their chime and reminds them, if ever forgotten, from whence they came.

Every once in a while one will fall and forget and live as if they had never been that which they once were, touched. When one falls he or she, the former touched one, gives up the memory of before in order to breathe in the after just like they give up their wings. It is through this sacrifice that one must begin anew so, it forgets and becomes something else in order to learn, to realize that all creatures are touched, the seen and the unseen. We are all gifts to each other and serve a purpose through the order of things. So it is written.

Humans do not like order. They are a destructive, jealous, angry lot who on occasion make beautiful things. Humans do not see what he sees which is this, what is important is what cannot be held by the body or the mind, it is the soul's mission to guide you back to the place that you have forgotten once you fell. You are touched. Be passionate in whatever you do. Spread kindness by any means. Show compassion to those who need it most. Above all embrace love for you are what you give.

Let there be a fire that burns inside you to live, to discover, to spread your wings and fly. You the fallen who once sat on that mountain top to watch the sun rise and set, remember who you are. You still have your wings. It's the only part of you that remains, invisible, Seraphim.

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Description
Presenting Chronicle 20 The Body at Neosynthesis.

This will take a story...

As most things do when dealing with those who have wings and are messengers from the One who is All yet unseen still, it is in moments such as these, when the sun is about to rise that he sits on the mountain top to watch. Sun up. Sun down. Caught like a fish in a net he cannot move nor be moved by anything that does not radiate warmth filled rays of life until it is done. Until she is high up in the sky he does not look away. He is not alone. There are others that cannot be seen. They with their wings lie in wait wherever they can to view the miracle that is the birthing of a new day or the ending of one gone by it is their chime and reminds them, if ever forgotten, from whence they came.

Every once in a while one will fall and forget and live as if they had never been that which they once were, touched. When one falls he or she, the former touched one, gives up the memory of before in order to breathe in the after just like they give up their wings. It is through this sacrifice that one must begin anew so, it forgets and becomes something else in order to learn, to realize that all creatures are touched, the seen and the unseen. We are all gifts to each other and serve a purpose through the order of things. So it is written.

Humans do not like order. They are a destructive, jealous, angry lot who on occasion make beautiful things. Humans do not see what he sees which is this, what is important is what cannot be held by the body or the mind, it is the soul's mission to guide you back to the place that you have forgotten once you fell. You are touched. Be passionate in whatever you do. Spread kindness by any means. Show compassion to those who need it most. Above all embrace love for you are what you give.

Let there be a fire that burns inside you to live, to discover, to spread your wings and fly. You the fallen who once sat on that mountain top to watch the sun rise and set, remember who you are. You still have your wings. It's the only part of you that remains, invisible, Seraphim.

Stock by:

and sxc