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Activities for when words are not enough

Activities for when words are not enough Red Threads This is a Poem that has No Name Our own Architects of Disruption Ritual of Being Do it! Whatsay Shadows are Real Stories of Between Falcon with a Snake Around his Neck Spiritual Compass Wayfinding Rana Akka Radiens

When Words are not enough We are daemons of between becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment And in that moment of strange ritual I became you A vast nothingness Of completion Until there was not the slightest space for anything else Blowing in the wind Blowing in the wind My head is blowing in the wind Falling down falling down With a woosh and plop You may exorcise the daemons But I am a door that can not be shut Digging into the depth of a void Is just an exercise for daemons I became you A floating island Dancing in the wind Dancing in the wind My mind is...

Castle in the Sky Dissociation leads to mental health to / not to psychosis. reflects on lost in his golden castle in the sky and never found his way back out. Scandinavian fairytale of the Soria Moria Castle returns from my memory– the golden castle in the sky. One you can only find your way to if you are lost or guided by silhouette of an angel but in the light it turns out she is naked valkyrie A castle There is a castle A castle in the sky On a floating island *** Circles in circles Turn Into spiral Circles in circles in circles Keep the noise out Spiral on spiral Each brick made from mud Spiral on spiral on spiral Spin me up into the sky **** I made a whole town in the clouds With a golden castle, on a floating island Wait, what, wait, what In my mind My daemon, meet zin uru, embodiment of ancient sin Was born here In my mind My daemon, meet zin uru, ancient sin I thought ...

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