… Because he’s exhausting in human form. So many complex emotions. His brain never shuts up. I don’t want to meet him on the astral form at the moment, he’d pick my brain until all energy was deployed into the universe.
The floor of hell is not pure gold, it cannot be! Gold is a very fragile metal under fire. Great! Just great, now you have me talking about the earth. Love my earth!
Not all Dragons of choas are black…
Maybe this will help you understand who I am.
It’s showtime! Time to stand up to the plate. The Blood of Salem is calling from the whispering tales of the trees and the thunders rolls in from the steady steps of The Matriarch Clan.
We’ve heard you. You’ve called us. Where you stand, we also stand. Where we go, thy bones remember your bones. We honor the lessons of the past; we remember our dead.
Though the blood run through our veins, the thunderstorms of humanity tremble in the vast awakened state of a growing empire. Our empire! The dawn of a new meaning and a start where peace takes over fear. Where love abounds and the higher self takes over.
Where the mortal meets the immortal. Where the immunity of hate no longer breeds into the temptation to curse our enemy. Love your enemies like unto yourself. Love them that curse you. Love them who seek to harm you. Love them - even though they deserve not thy love.
The Eastern winds protect the Western winds. The Southern winds protect the Northern winds. The South East winds protect the North East. The North East protects the South West winds. The South West winds protect North West. The winds hold the sails of change. The music of the wind plays in the trees.
The seven stars give light - we follow the light in a collection of dust. The bull stands alone. Has walked the journey alone. He always has and always will. It’s The Matricah Clan who holds the keys of life of true change. We are kept hidden by the light, until the bulls are ready to accept the yin and yang of life.
Those who find thy understanding of the highest self, The Matriarch Clan remembers the past and adapts to the future. As we pass the lone bull, our heads bow down in silence and respect. While we know you, you don’t know us. While we know what you are, we invite you home. The Blood of Salem, which reaches back in time.
Adapting into change. Adapting into who you are meant to be. You’ve surly heard the roar of the dragon calling. Have you noticed?
The Matriarch Clan is in and will stay within our own homes. The energy field parts only to those who understand all life forms are sacred.
To those who seek harm to anyone, you lack understanding of the circle of the wind.
Those who are in tune will feel the presence long before the ritual. For our weak ones, lean on those who open their field force to you - until you gain more understanding. For the strong ones, be kind enough to send the tidal waves of energy to those you feel you can trust to gain understanding and not seep your energy levels.
Enjoy your week! Sweet rising!