Rising above the aetheric bliss eyes drifting far off into the milky ocean of the skies.
Shiva sits upon the serpent as soul the divine. Scrying smoke from the mountain top visions of blind, leading...blind.
Sipping from the Grail of the ancient ones, Mahatma chanting in caves.
Harvesting heavenly stones to cast away the shadows, mastering sound mind Necromance demons...
Hypnotized by the beating heart...of stillness within.
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