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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By invitation from a trusted friend, a medium intervention took place and I went. The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake, some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take. Weeded and worn the manor house thatch, a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch. Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others, all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter. Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye, cold winds slapping windows nearby. Tattered curtains reveal a stone cast from the wall, a female priestess turns into a fragile light, while some stones just fall. The purple silver dress enriching her timeless gestation, taken centre stage and a bow of appreciation. ‘Weary dreary, the lot of You’, the soft velvet voice seeking attention, of what to do. “I roaming with a hungry heart, and I invite you to my noble sphere”. ‘And all I see are empty cloaks everywhere’. You charlatans and prosperous healer, you happy clapper and commercial dealer. ‘When will you lot start to provide genuine visions, which are not based on commissions’. ‘This labor by slow prudence not to fail, needs the wind of compassion to sail.’ ‘Some work of noble note is still to be done’, Deep moans round with many voices, some shriek from there own detected choices. ‘We need to be one equal temper with heroic hearts, to strive, to seek, to find the virtue of healing art’. The doctrine is simple, ancient and true, Life’s trial that you only love what is worth your love, has little consequence by the miracle above. The fire crashes to a flicker and darkness takes the hand, The faint voice of the priestess so clear, “Wake and understand”. Feeling lost in the solemn and strange, wondering about the elements it takes to change.
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