By Sky Claudette Soto
For you Shan't understand thy truest spiritual evocation
Of words until thou hast become one within thyself
For only than shall you invoke thou'st great diety surrounded in white light surrounded by great chants ,by great chimes, great bells and thy great sounds of singing bowls echoing amidst like the sounds of howling wolves amongst ye brethren of stars in thy nights sky,standing beneath a holly tree listening to every regal sound in an ever gracious and Clairaudience manner .
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