As though knowing things she didn’t know, knowledge she couldn’t understand but could sense, it came out in a stream of consciousness. This may have been coping, or coming to terms – feeling without letting it overwhelm. She spoke from the universe to her soul, to another and to everything. She explained herself and explained it to herself, holding the sword. She said it to the Dragon, the sky full of Dragons, the city, the world, anyone, and no one.

Where story meets story,
apart from where story meets reality,
story is both a part of reality
and between realities.
I’ve seen and experienced
visions of the between,
where the dark and light
begin to interact and form
patterns with the mist.
There is the skin of reality,
and behind that is a vastness.
Where that skin peels away,
there could be another.
Though dark and light separate,
they are bound to each other
where they touch.
In that tiny layer
along the edge of the fractal mass
exists a screen upon which
plays the events of life.
We call that reality.
How does one fractal speak to,
or reach the edge
of another, separate fractal?
Are they truly separate?
Does a reality that’s a part of
reality need to be seen as
another reality in order
to be recognized?
Is that what happens at the end,
at the beginning?
There are moments when
it feels like one is in a story.
Sometimes I, for one,
might rather not be –
isn’t that when difficulty occurs?
Sometimes people want to be
in a story, because
stories are important.
They’re how we learn important things.
Everything important has a story
of its importance.
When is a story told to prevent,
when is a story told to encourage?
In a story, what is true
and what is real?
Who does one hope to be in a story,
and who do they end up being,
according to someone?
It can be important for
a story to end, somehow,
though there is often a way
it can continue.
The ending, a goodbye;
a release of intent.
Now all can be as they
would otherwise like to be,
now that they are no longer
bound to each other,
or to destiny.
Freeing, it may at times be,
but people may also despair
from the lack of meaning
in living without narrative.
Narrative makes life
a part of something.
Suffering may be given purpose,
though damned for a reason.
How do people find the echoes
of what time forgot,
when they know that somewhere
a key to their experience exists?
Where can a mind travel
from within its own dimensions,
what can it see,
what veils can it pierce?
Is a story a reality,
or an unreality?
There are ways that a story can
link places that shall never meet,
except through their commonality.
Story is full of others,
but there are others behind the others.
How deeply can one
fall into a story,
how long can they be trapped in it?
For the duration that it
takes to hear it?
For the time it takes
to transpire in its world?
It’s like there’s a place,
where stories and knowledge exist,
but there may be many such places.
Perhaps each has its own place,
like a plant.
Are there coordinates, locations,
addresses for each?
How does one connect
to these places from one’s own?
Those said to invent stories
may really be inventing a way
to see stories – connecting them
with the linear mind,
the golden thread that finds us
the one we need, the thread
of individual awareness.
Reality dovetails.
There is likeness,
because we seek likeness,
see selves in others.
Others from other places,
others from between.
Real and not real,
maybe more real.
The certainty of a feeling
one has never felt for oneself,
but for another as another.
How is it known when it’s time
to tell a story?

Above and below, within and without, the resurgence of the Symbias trees in the care of both Aquarii and Vedani burgeoned. In the nurturing process, the rapidly maturing growth realized its innate interconnection. This inevitable, yet still surprising awakening came in an energy rush of interplanetary vitality.

The effort of growth saw fulfillment: the joy of being heard, recognized, and understood; a pride of belonging to each other and to others; and the surge in shared power. There was that sense of the same tree body becoming a new body, and the same world being a new world.

Symbias have a special gift for simultaneity, and they spontaneously celebrated themselves in such a manner. They linked, not just in consciousness, but in their existence – awareness in the trees’ breath. In taking a breath together, something happened all at once throughout a broad universe – as it sometimes does, unpredictably and remarkably.

The Symbias sang, they who could hear each other. Such song had nurtured peoples, bridged planets and stars, and filled space with life. So they were doing, again, as they had before. Life, though never the same, sometimes does the same things – a Symbias kind of humor. Here they are again, with grand delight in pure presence.

It was felt, it was real, in a shared instant with all their relations, individual and dimensional. Change came with the simplicity of growth, touching all that it could reach. Ah, youth! The aetheric Symbias also burst into brilliance in the Vedani aetherscape. The wave effect of this energetic light met the doubled Spheraeonic tympanum field, with phenomenal result.

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Soleil, Magus gritting her teeth against the forces in conflict, she held Dusk-Arrow with its tooth in Grant Vario’s back as Raev Sturlusson gripped him in embrace. The three still hovered, twisting in midair. In the instantaneous throes of surge after eldritch surge, the inner core of the phronium ingot, pinned between the hearts of enemies, turned molten.

Soleil felt a powerful tug of energetic current fix her and her weapon into the directional asterisk of velocities. Bolts of rainbow white light exploded, crackling and glowing into a static formation around their convergence. A blinding plane expanded, shattered, collapsed, and enfolded in dimensional directionalities. The three of them flickered, everything flickered, and it ended. Soleil and Dusk-Arrow fell to the parquet, alone under the gaze of the Dragon. A drop of blood remained on the sword. The signed scroll lay where it had been placed.

With due reverence, Acamar kept silent while Soleil regained her bearings and collected her wits. ‘E looked at er coils, where someone had just been telling his legendary account. Thereupon lay a scale newly edged with silver. Soleil was bringing herself back to standing, still gripping the hilt. Stabilized, she looked up and through the open windows, at Acamar, and the revelation in the morning sky beyond. Meeting eyes with the Dragon, she began to speak in a voice that came from someplace far away.

In the sky above Alisandre Capital, there were Dragons betwixt Dragons around Dragons. People recognized their elements, and were seen by them. Bursting with inexplicable unaccountable joy, they could see all the connections and relationships. A feeling, or many feelings, returned to the world. Things felt so alive again, and whole – more whole than in eight hundred years. There was a shimmer of sensation, like gongs ringing from every direction.

This revelation of Dragons felt like something that had never happened, and surely had happened not too long ago. People may have forgotten, but they hoped they would remember. It was everything. There were: tears, smiles, hollers, falling to knees, hugs, dropping things, togetherness, instantaneous breakdown and healing. Was it music?

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everything fused together – – – this moment – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
the elements all in place – – – destinies fused – – – meeting everything
an unprecedented meeting – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – moment grasped

rediscovering relation – – – unexpected unforeseen – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
embodying elements – – – and we are all out together – – – unforeseen blessing
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – in relation again – – – / / / – – – / / / – – – fused focus

universe unforeseen – – – elements unbound – – – here, and this happens here with us
propitious meeting – – – relation keeping – – – at this very moment

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time is part of the dimensions in which – – – persons sovereign – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
we move, and it has its significance – – – spanning time – – – sovereign domain
worthy of our notice – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – time interlocked

forging coexistence – – – we meet in our multiplicity – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
traversing dimensions – – – multitudes in coexistence – – – coexistence intrinsic
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – of sovereign selves – – – dimensions unfold

living multitudes – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – magnitudes of expression
delicate multiplicity – – – multitudes hail – – – the relationships between things
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – multiplicity evident – – – and the things themselves

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levels of understanding – – – courses intertwining – – – reflections speaking
understanding each other – – – growing understanding – – – intertwining flowers

fortuitous concurrence – – – brilliance of our reflections – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
blinding brilliance – – – scales to scales, arpeggio juxtaposition – – – tesselation resolving
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – tesselation correlation concurrence – – – understanding solidarity

seamless tesselation – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – light from without, light from within
rippling reflections – – – brilliance employed – – – translucence, vibrance radiance
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – concurrence branching – – – intertwining braided enmeshed

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the spell is broken, the banishment – – – feeling cosmic – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
our voices are clarified – – – / / / – – – intricate spell – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
and move through the planes again – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – natural mystic
in the way that is natural – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – cosmic horizon

expanding expression – – – and there is a new ripple in the water – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
puzzle clarified – – – moving amongst our beings – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – a stone dropped into the lake – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – the waves move toward the stone – – – emanating vibration
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – pulsing stone emanating – – – spell working

effulgence emanating – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – we are the waves and we are the stone
totally natural – – – clarified substance – – – the expression of the everything
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – expression blossoming – – – in cosmic dance here, unfurling

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we welcome the now – – – outward see – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
we notice the direction – – – genuine welcome – – – receive information
we are and we receive – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – see matters

necessity happens – – – celebrate and meditate – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
point notice – – – this here now is how – – – celebrate invention
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – how it happens – – – welcome news

live celebrate – – – notice oneself – – – if we are here and we can see
perceive receive – – – happens constantly – – – then we are here to see

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the presence imminent – – – rotating spheres – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
of the occurrence – – – invited presence – – – phenomena interacting
bound into our transference – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – spheres overlapping

needed change – – – ascendence of the phenomena – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
interactive transference – – – transcribed through observation – – – observation processing
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – feel it through our selves – – – presence propinquitous

nurturing observation – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – the change in the sky
extraordinary phenomena – – – transference fulfilled – – – like the change in the world,
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – change throughout – – – the turning of the spheres
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – the turning of our beings

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