Mystery School Musings...

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We are all some kind of ephemeral organic artifice, veils of sorts set dancing upon the timelessly free trade-winds of cosmic being.

Rag-tag band of wayward saints and sinners all, we map our journey, chart our evolution by the the only celestial tomb free enough to fly upon: the way of the white clouds.

May this little nothing of a note find you (yes, YOU!) helplessly in love with the vibration of your own unique free-fall into ever brighter bliss.